#smart witty final girl who just wants to relax and close her eyes for once

[determinedsurvivor]

anyways pspspspsp post-fog ppl... who is going to make laurie come out of her hardened shell

[bukojuiice]

What happens when the bakusquad babysits Katsuki’s daughter? (Dad! Katsuki Bakugo x Mom! Reader) Headcanons + One-shot

ೃ pairing: (dad! katsuki bakugo x mom! reader)

ೃ  warnings: none

ೃ genre: fluff overload, parent fic/hcs

ೃ word count: 5,141 words

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ೃ   A  sequel in the form of headcanons + one-shot to my dad! Bakugo fic “like the soul of honey” I recommend reading that first before going through this! Don’t worry if you don’t want to though! Both are standalone and not really connected with each other. 

ೃ   This was originally just going to be headcanons, but I didn’t want to keep writing it in hcs style halfway through so be treated to both headcanons + a one-shot instead! as you can tell already, this was so so much fun to write and i felt so soft after writing this uwu

ೃ  shoutout to two of my loves @sparkykatsuki for coming up with this idea!  I just knew i had to do it bc i love bakusquad sm!! they give me such a serotonin boost and I find it really fun writing about them!! Thank you for having such big brain energy and for conspiring this concept franz!  And to @chibishae34​ bc i know she loves baby fics as much as I do HSHSHSH

ೃ   your daughter’s name is hikari which means light. bakugo thought of that name because light is essentially a part of his quirk and hikari is a part of him.

ೃ  please do reblog if you enjoyed!! (feel free to add tags too because i love reading them and my heart swells with happiness when people love my work!) ♡

—  Hikari is blessed with the best uncles and aunts she could ever ask for!!

—  Both Bakusquad and Dekusquad take turns in helping you and Katsuki get your well deserved rest and relaxation at least once a month ever since Hikari turned 6 as... she became quite the feisty girl. Too feisty to handle actually.

—  She was energetic and playful 24/7. And so, it was hard to keep up with her energy most of the time.

—  She still remained kind and obedient yet she was also an absolute bundle of joy who would just run around the house, play with her toys, and go on roleplaying adventures with you and Katsuki. She had absolutely no idea how much she would tire you and Katsuki, however, and sometimes she would go on for hours and hours just running around the house and interacting with everything she sees.

—  She had an inquisitive mind, and although you always encourage her to be smart and be intrigued with everything, she tends to question almost everything she lays her eyes on and you end up having to come up with a witty and a very childlike answer for her to understand.

—  A good example of this is when she asked you ever so innocently about where babies come from and your husband was ABOUT TO TAKE HER QUESTION LITERALLY and give her the science talk about sexual reproduction. When the two of you agreed to only give her that talk when she turns 8 as she might not even entirely understand it in the first place.

—  “Mommy, Daddy, where do babies come from?”

—  “I guess it’s time for the talk.” Bakugo shrugs, remarking sternly. He takes his daughter’s little hand in his and bringing her to the living room. “You see, Hikari, babies come from the wo-”

—  “Storks!” You cut Bakugo off before he could say another word, nudging him on the elbow. “Hikari-chan, the babies are brought down to this world by the white and strong birds in the sky!” You whisper the last bits of information to her ear. “The storks told me that once you get older, they’ll tell you the secret of where they actually pick up the babies.”

—  “Really!?” She says in disbelief, her eyes gleaming in excitement. “YAY! YAY! YAY! I can’t wait!” She goes back to running around the house looking for even more things to ask about and you breathe a sigh of relief as soon as she leaves.

—  Although it was nice that you are able to bond as a family, it does get pretty tiring sometimes. Of course your weariness is worth the risk if it’s just to see Hikari smile.

— Especially since you and Bakugo were both pro-heroes (although you mostly do stand by pro hero work meaning you work from home almost all the time.) You found it much more enriching if both you and bakugo are guiding her and working together to create a loving and supportive family for Hikari.

— Both of your respective friend groups, whomst you remained close to ever since high school, noticed how the both of you looked tremendously exhausted and looked like you were in dire need to have 9 cups of coffee every time you would meet up with each other in between your pro hero duties.

—  And so both squads came into an agreement, that they would help the two of you out by giving you a 48 hour day off every month to do whatever the heck married couples do as they would babysit Hikari and have fun.

—  This was also a great way to get closer with their niece even if they dote on her so much already.  As you and Bakugo are the first persons in your friend groups who got married and have a child together.

—  This month, the Bakusquad is in charge of taking care of Hikari and just from the fact that Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina and Sero are going to babysit your daughter alone, you know it’s going to be chaotic.

—  Things didn’t go swimmingly last time (literally), as only Kirisihima and Kaminari were the only ones available the last time they came to babysit. They took Hikari to a community pool, and she came back with a missing tooth and some scratches on her legs from playing too much. Katsuki was NOT pleased and you had to restrain your husband from trying to obliterate his best friends even if Hikari had little to no injuries and it was normal for kids her age to have these things happens to them at least once in their childhood.

—  With your assurance and the look that was on Hikari’s face and how she would not shut up about how she loved spending time with Uncle Eijiro and Uncle Denki, Katsuki eventually let it slide and just gave his friends the usual “Katsuki Bakugo treatment” where he acts cold and angry at them, paired with his easily irritated and idgaf attitude.

—  This month however, was going to be different because Mina and Sero are finally joining along and making sure that Hikari has the best weekend since they weren’t able to babysit last time.

—  Hikari loved her Aunt Mina because she would braid her hair and style her with different cute outfits that only Mina, with her love for fashion and all things girly and pink could attempt to do and end up doing perfectly. She also taught Hikari all the dances to disney songs and nursery rhymes she knows how to do so far. Hikari affectionately refers to her Aunt Pinkie whenever Mina isn’t around.

—  Kirishima, who was the most frequent to visit the 3 of you, out of all of the Bakusquad, considers Hikari as his new #1 best friend. Dethroning and kicking her very own father from that spot. Hikari is a much more gentle and sweet version of her explosive father, and so Eijiro is able to interact and play with Hikari because he already knows Bakugo and his mannerisms very well. Hikari calls him Uncle Sharkie and she always asks her dad about how he and Kirishima became such good friends. To which Katsuki would reply with, “It’s a long story princess.”

—  Kaminari was the fun uncle. He always gave off those vibes ever since high school anyway. Giving Hikari candy behind Katsuki’s back (although you made sure Kaminari didn’t give her any that were tooth rotting sweet ones) Buying her ice cream whenever he came to drop by, and bringing her to the nearby playground amongst many other things. He spoils her a lot (in a good way) and Hikari calls her the fun “sparkie” uncle.

— Then, there was Sero. He retained his love for Spiderman since he was a kid, and he was able to pass that on to Hikari. His way of playing with her was cute since Sero is super tall, he would let Hikari ride on his shoulders, trying to imitate airplane noises as they would “fly” around the house. He gifted Hikari some child-friendly comic books for you and Katsuki to read to her before. bed. Although she never fails to say that the best heroes are her mommy and daddy. She calls Sero her Uncle Spidey.  

—  Uncle Sharkie, Uncle Sparkie, Aunt Pinkie, and Uncle Spidey. The Holy Quaternity.

(One-shot starts below this!)

“AUNT MINA! UNCLE EIJIRO! UNCLE DENKI! UNCLE SEROOO!” Hikari rushes to the door as soon as she hears the doorbell ring, she jumps into Eijiro’s arms and the red-haired pro hero twirls her around. The rest of the Bakusquad forms a circle around her, and can’t help but look at her adoringly.

“How’s my little ball of sunshine!?” Mina squeezes Hikari’s cheekies, earning giggles from the little girl. “I’m fine Aunt Mina! I mished chu!” She begins to talk in a cute accent as she just can’t contain her excitement.

“Hikari-chan! Do you still remember our little handshake?” Sero kneels down to the little girl’s height, offering her his hand. The little girl nods, shakes it and their thumbs twiddle together, as if they were thumb wrestling. They do a few more quirky hand shakes and then end it with a bang by saying “BOOM!” Sparks suddenly fly out from Hikari’s hands, her aunt and uncles coo since noticing how much her quirk has developed ever since they started babysitting.

“Okay you two!” Mina turns to you and Katsuki, as she had noticed you had some distinct luggage packed for a quick hot spring getaway, she practically pushes the two of you out of the door when Katsuki stops in his tracks, turning to his friends.

He glares at them and points his fingers to his eyes in a “I’m watching you” type of gesture. “Not one single scratch on her or all of you are dead to me.”

Kaminari laughs, patting his friend on the back, “We gotchu buddy. Your little ball of sunshine is safe in our hands. She’ll have the best time with us!”

Hikari quickly runs to you and Katsuki, giving you both a tight hug. “We love you Hikari. We’ll just be gone for two days oki? Your uncles and your aunt here will keep you safe this weekend alright? We love you!” You peck her lightly on the cheek, a pout forming on your daughter’s face.

“I’ll miss you Mommy. Daddy.” She doesn’t let go, hugging the two of you even tighter. “I loaf you! See you soon!”

“Be a good girl okay Hikari?” Katsuki kneels down to meet his daughter’s eyes, orbs that were as passionate as his, planting a kiss on her forehead. “We’ll miss you kiddo.”

You could hear Kaminari and Sero silently snicker in the background since they still can’t wrap their head around the fact that their friend could become so soft when in front of his child as opposed to his usual rough demeanor he shows to everyone else.

Katsuki wraps his arm around your waist, holding you tightly, with you dragging along the luggage that the two of you were going to bring on this trip. You bid your final goodbyes with ease and relief, knowing that your daughter will be in “safe hands” the entire weekend.

“We’re going to have so much fun!” Mina squeezes Hikari and the rest of the  Bakusquad into a hug. “What do you want to do first Hikari-chan?”

“Oh! Um! I don’t know if I should ask this b-but..” The blonde little girl hides her hands in her pockets, her feet tapping the floor. “I actually want to know how Mommy and Daddy met! Not the marry or the lovey thing! Just how they met and fell in love!”

“Hikari-chan!! You’re so cuteeeeeeee!” Kaminari begins to weep crocodile tears, pulling Hikari into another hug. “If that’s what you want to do for today, then we’ll gladly tell the story of how your mom and dad met!”

The Bakusquad formed and sat in a circle on the floor. Hikari was sitting on Mina’s lap as the latter braided her hair into what was called a Fishtail braid. Kirishima, with the help of Sato, baked some chocolate chip cookies a few days ago for all of them to snack on while they babysit Hikari.

Sero clears his voice and begins the story. “Your mom and your dad met each other in High School. Along with all of us and your Uncle Izuku, Uncle Tenya, Uncle Shoto, Aunt Ochaco, Aunt Tsuyu-” He continues to recall the names of all the other people Hikari know and love. “They were total opposites actually.”

“O-opposithes?” Hikari tilts her head, a puzzled look on her face as she tries to process what her Uncle Sero had just said. “D-does that mean that Daddy didn’t like Mommy?”

“It’s not like that Hikari-chan. Don’t worry.” Kirishima saves Sero from making the little girl misinterpret what he had just said, nudging his raven-haired friend in the arm. “It’s just that your dad was hot-headed and angry all the time, but he fell in love with your mom because she was sweet, patient and understanding!” Kirishima reiterates, a soft look on his face, looking back on the sweet sentimental memories of high school. “They were perfect for each other!”

“Oh! So daddy was angy all the time? Since mommy is really nice she told Daddy to be nice and they fell in love!?”

Mina giggles, continuing to style Hikari’s hair. “Yes Hikari-chan. That’s exactly what happened! You’re so good!”

“I am!?” Yay!” She claps her hands together, a wide smile present on her face, she was becoming more and more intrigued. “Tell me more please!”

“Well...” Kaminari continued where Kirishima had left off, “Your mom and dad got closer because they got teamed up to fight our pro hero teacher for our exam! They fought and they had a hard time talking to each other but they passed the exam in the end! It was hard at first. Your dad kept on telling us that he didn’t like your mom in a lovey way but we kept on pushing him until he accidentally said that he liked her! Your mommy heard what he said and then she told him that she liked him too!”

“F-fight? I thought Daddy only fights bad guys...” Her voice begins to crack as if she was about to cry. The Bakusquad were about to speak up and explain but failed to because as soon as Mina was done braiding her hair, Hikari immediately stands up and bows politely to the four adults. “I’m going to play with Mr. Rilakkuma for a while. See you later!” She grabs a cookie from the plate and rushes into her room, locking the door behind her.

“See you later Hikari-chan!” Kaminari waves cluelessly, not realizing what he had just said that prompted Hikari to leave the room in the first place. Mina stands up on her knees, shooting him a glare and flicking his forehead, “Did you not realize what you just did!?”

“Ahh what did I do!?” He rubs the spot on his forehead that Mina had just hit, and looks at his two other friends for a clue as to why they were ganging up with him.

“I guess Chargedolt will always be Chargedolt.” Sero shrugs, shaking his head in disappointment.. “Hikari misinterpreted what you said. She thinks that Bakubro used to fight (Y/N) like she’s a villain or something back when we were in High School.”

“WAIT! OBJECTION! SHE MISINTERPRETED YOUR STORY FIRST-”

“Guys. Guys. There’s nothing we can do about it. Both of you slipped, so let’s give Hikari-chan some space first then talk to her later.” Kirishima cuts Kaminari off before he and Sero would start an argument,  which would prompt Hikari to further think more negative thoughts.

“(Y/N) said that Hikari-chan’s been liking Tonkotsu Ramen recently, so I think it’s best if all of us help out in cooking her favorite comfort food to cheer her up.” Mina sighs deeply, crossing her arms. She heads straight to the kitchen without uttering another word, the three other guys follow suit.

After several hours, it was finally night time and time for dinner! At the orders of Mina, Sero and Kaminari came to pick up Hikari from her room.

Sero knocked softly. “Hikari-chan? It’s time for dinner!”

“We cooked your favoriteee Tonkatsu Ramen!” Kaminari added in a playful voice.

No reply.

“Hikari-chan?” Sero knocks again, a bit louder this time. He then turns to Denki and whispers, “Maybe she’s asleep?”

Before the two men were to retreat and go back to the living room, the door to the little girl’s room was unlocked with a long click, as if there was hesitance..

Denki quickly turns the knob to be surprised at the sight of Hikari... packing her clothes into a cute backpack?

“Hikari-chan! W-what are you doing?” Kaminari runs to her, trying to stop her from folding her clothes.

“I’m going to go see Mommy and Daddy! I’ll go take a bus and find them!” She wipes the tears streaking down her cheeks, sniffing her nose while attempting to stuff her teddy bear inside her backpack. “Daddy took Mommy so that they’re going to fight aren’t they!? I don’t want that!”

“No no no no no Hikari. It’s not like that!” Kaminari wipes the little girl’s tears with a handkerchief, he gestures Sero to call Kirishima and Mina whilst he tries to comfort the girl. “Your dad took your mom out because today is their lovey anniversary! It wasn’t because they were going to fight!”

“Ah! Owkay!” Hikari suddenly raises her head, taking the handkerchief from Denki and wiping her tears.  “Can I visit Daddy and Mommy then!?”

“O-oh well...”

“Of course we can go Hikari-chan!” Kirishima barges in, Sero and Mina close behind him. “Let’s surprise them!”

“Yay! Surprising them! I love surprises!” The little girl jumps up and down in her place. “What time do we go!? What time do we goooo!?”

“After dinner you little cutie.” Mina smiles at the younger Bakugo’s sudden shift in mood. “We cooked your favorite Tonkotsu Ramen!”

“AH! TONKOTSU RAMEN TONKOTSU RAMEN!” Hikari wiggles her arms, slightly pushing the adults out of the way and runs out of her room, Sero catches up to her, only to find her sitting properly on the dining table. “I’m ready to eat now! Just waiting for all of you!” She shouts from outside.

“She’s absolutely fricking adorable.” Kaminari remarks. “But Kiri.. are you serious? We’re actually going all the way to a prefecture and bring her to her parents? Isn’t our job supposed to be keeping her here while they rest and relax in the onsen?”

“W-well... It’s not like we can do anything about it right?” Eijiro shrugs off Denki’s concern, holding on to a stress ball that Hikari had in her room. “She’ll be moping around and going back to overthinking about what her parents are doing right now. We’ll take her there and besides, once we do get there, (Y/N) and Bakugo already had a day’s worth of rest. And I think it’s time for us to take Hikari on a road trip and have fun with her!”

“Uncle Eijiro.. Aunt Mina... Uncle Denki... what’s taking you so long?” Hikari yawns and rubs her eyes, still holding on to her chopsticks. “The ramen is going to get cold...”

“Oh no! It is!?” Mina reacts quickly, taking Hikari’s hand and leading her to the table. “Let’s get there before Elsa makes it even colder!”

“NOOOOOO!! Elsa’s going to do that!? Whyyyyyy!?”

“Let’s just hope that this isn’t a repeat of what happened when we took her to the community pool.” Kaminari shakes his head, recalling the past event. “Bakugo almost killed us if it weren’t for (Y/N).”

“I don’t think it will. Besides, Sero and Mina will be with us, so the more the merrier!”

Oh and the merrier it was.

“HAKUNA MATATA! WHAT A WONDERFUL PHRASE!” Bakusquad along with Hikari, sing in unison. Bopping along to the iconic song from Lion King.

“IT MEANS NO WORRIES! FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS!” Hikari belts out, the others clapping along to her singing, doing their best to hype her up

Kirishima was singing Timone’s lines, Kaminari was singing Pumba’s, Sero and Mina were the background vocals and and Hikari was singing Simba’s lines.

It was 6 am in the morning and they were finally on the road and on the way to a Hot Springs Resort in Chiba Prefecture, where you and Bakugo were staying in for the weekend.

Kirishima was driving the SUV that he immediately bought when he got his first Pro Hero paycheck, Denki was riding shotgun, and Hikari was seated at the middle squeezed in by both Mina and Sero.

Disney Songs were set to be played for the entire morning to tire out Hikari and so that she can sleep peacefully and rid Bakusquad of the slight annoyance they will receive when she asks “Are we there yet?” every 2 minutes.

Denki had unfortunately messed up the spotify playlist that Jiro had given him, and the piano opening of A Thousand Miles begins to play.

“OMG IT’S OUR SQUAD SONG!” Mina’s eyes lit up as soon as the well-known piano keys blared out from the speakers. “MAKING MY WAY DOWNTOWN, WALKING FAST, FACES PASS AND I’M HOMEBOUND!”

The iconic part before the chorus begins to play and the boys sing along, “AND I NEED YOU! AND I MISS YOUUU!” They shake their shoulders to the beat, and Hikari giggles along.

“CAUSE YOU KNOW I’D WALK A THOUSAND MILES IF I CAN JUST SEE YOU TONIGHTTTTT.” Bakusquad sings dramatically in unison, raising their hands up high and just vibing to the beat.

“Hikari-chan! You should totally hear your dad sing this! He loves this song!” Mina turns to the little girl who continued to laugh at how chaotic her aunt and uncles were being. “Really!? I want to learn it then so that Mommy and Daddy would know that I can be a singer too!”

The song ends and yet everyone else was still vibing. After the current song, the hype and the energy has died down and Hikari is fast asleep on Mina’s lap and her feet were lying on a pillow that was placed on Sero’s lap.

“She really is a spitting image of both (Y/N) and Bakugo. They’re really great parents.” said Sero, who wanted to break the silence and keep the atmosphere lively.

“My mind is still shook over the fact that Bakubro would turn so soft every time he’s in the same room as his daughter. It’s a complete 180 on his personality, and I really wanna tease him about it when we finally get the chance.” Kaminari interjects. “Do you think Bakugo would get mad when we arrive there?”

“Trust me on this guys.” Kirishima says casually, stepping on the gas pedal, as they go up the highway. “Bakugo won’t. In fact, I think both he and (Y/N) would be delighted to see their daughter travel for 180 miles just because of a misunderstanding.”

♡

“Suki-kun... do you think I should call up Mina to ask how Hikari’s doing?” You reach for your phone on the bedside table. “It’s 6 AM maybe Hikari forgot to drink her gummmy vitamins-”

“She’s going to be fine.” Katsuki murmurs in his bedhead voice, turning to your side of the bed to spoon you and nestle his head on your neck. “I trust Kirishima and the others.”

“This is surprising. You’re very casual about this now. What happened to your skepticism? Weren’t you too worried about how they were going to babysit Hikari after the pool incident?”

“To hell with that. If Hikari loves them, and they love her back just as much, might as well just roll with it. They’re my friends anyway and it’s better than Ilda scolding her for eating 4 M&Ms at 9 in the evening.”

You chuckle, holding his hands that were wrapped around your waist. “That’s harsh but you got a point. Although Hikari loves my friends and yours equally, they do think of Hikari as a little Bakugo so, they’re able to connect with her more.”

“What time do the private mixed gender hot springs open up again?” He grumbles suggestively and you giggle. “They open at 9 am. Should I reserve that time slot?”

“You should.” He growls but before you could even reply, he falls back to sleep.

♡

“WE’RE HERE!” Kirishima announces, waking Kaminari, Mina and Sero up from their sleep.

“W-what if this isn’t the right onsen?” Denki yawns, looking around to take in the view.

“I asked (Y/N) last night where they were staying. This is the place! She even gave me their room number for some reason.” Mina stretches her arms then pats Hikari on the forehead lightly. “Hikari we’re here...”

The little girl slowly opens her eyes, sitting up, then looks out the window.

“HOT SPRINGS! ONSEN!” She hastily tidies up her backpack and gets down the car as soon as Sero opens the door.

“Hikari-chan! Wait for us first!” Sero runs after her, making sure she doesn’t get too far.

“It’s 9 AM... I wonder if those two lovebirds are awake already.” Kaminari looks at the watch on his wrist, as he brings down their stuff from the trunk of the car.

“I looked this place up last night. It’s a family friendly hot springs resort, but it’s famed for it’s private mixed gender onsen. I wonder why though...” Mina mused, helping Denki out with bringing their stuff down.

Kirishima gets out of the car and bobs his head up as soon as he heard what Mina had said. He looks at Kaminari trying to tell him something through his stare. The mustard-haired man’s eyes widened when he realized why Kirishima was looking at him, then he turns to Mina who finally realizes what the mixed gender onsen meant.

“Oh.”

They enter the beautiful and lush resort, spotting Sero and Hikari who were sitting near the reception area, waiting for their reservation and for the rooms to be confirmed.

“Can’t believe we had to pay double the price for a standard room.” Kaminari pouts, whispering to Kirishima as the red-haired man hands him over the credit cards of each of his friends and then he hands it over to the concierge. He notices how excited Hikari looked and couldn’t help but smile.

As soon as the reservation was confirmed, Bakusquad and Hikari were able to check in immediately. Mina takes Hikari to her room while the three other boys were sharing their room with each other.

“Hikari before you can surprise your parents, you have to wear this Yukata first okay?” Mina helps fasten the bath robe on Hikari, but the little girl can’t help but be energetic and start dancing in her place. “Have you memorized the A Thousand Miles chorus already to sing to your mommy and daddy?”

“I have!”

Mina takes Hikari outside, the other boys were already out too and were wearing their bath robes.

“I saw (Y/N) enter this onsen. Maybe that’s where she and Bakugo are in? Should we take Hikari there?” Kaminari asks his three other friends, sipping on a fruit-flavored ramune, and handing one to Hikari.

“Yes please! I want to see Mommy and Daddy as soon as possible and then surprise them!” She sips on her ramune, looking at her aunt and uncles pleadingly, begging them to bring her there.

♡

“I could have sworn I heard Kaminari-kun’s voice outside.” You tell Katsuki, closing the screen door to the open air bath. You were holding a plate full of sliced Watermelon. Your robe was still on and you wanted to eat something first before getting in.

“Tch. Probably just your imagination.” Bakugo breathes a sigh of relief, slipping in further in the hot water. “I could get used to something like this every month.”

“Oh really?” You raise your eyebrow, and lick your lips. “Could you get used to-”

“If I could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass us ByYYY?”

You jolt up at the sweet and all too familiar voice that was echoing from the outside. Before you could even react properly, someone knocks on the door to reveal...

“Mommy! Daddy!”

“Hikari!?”

She jumps to you and pulls you into a tight hug. “I missed you so much! I thought you and Daddy were fighting that’s why you left!”

“Fighting!?” You look back and forth to Bakusquad then to your daughter. “Of course not! Why would we-”

“Uncle Sewo and Uncle Denki told me that you guys would always fight when you were in school! That’s why I thought that-”

“They did... what?” Bakugo’s tone becomes slightly irritated at the mention of Kaminari and Hanta’s name. The Bakusquad were about to face death and the consequences until...

“Oh! But! They also taught me a song today! It’s called A Thousand Miles! They said it was Daddy’s favorite!” She then turns to her father with such admiration in her eyes as she begins to sing the chorus. “Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles just to see youuu~”

“Nice one sunshine. Did you learn that for me?” He gestures Hikari to approach him, ruffling her hair as she kneels down to peck him on the cheek. “I did!”

“It’s your favorite song! So, I also traveled a thousand miles to see you and Mommy!”

“Not necessarily a thousand miles, dear. But you’re close enough! You still traveled to see us! Yay!” You clap at the genius remark your daughter had made. You turn to the Bakusquad, nodding your head at them and smile. “Thank you for taking care of Hikari and bringing her here just because she wanted to. We’ll see you later at lunch?”

“Of course! Of course!” Mina waves goodbye, a tired but loving smile formed on her face. “We had a fun time with Hikari and we just couldn’t help but bring her here. But, you have Kiri to thank for all of this though!”

“No, I shouldn’t get all of the credit. This is a Bakusquad group effort, if Kaminari and Sero didn’t slip and if Hikari didn’t misunderstand their words, then we wouldn’t be here in the first place.” Kirishima cuts Mina off in a respectful way. He claps his hands together and pulls your other friends out of the room. “See ya guys later!”

“Thanks guys.” Bakugo nods generously to his friends. It was something he didn’t always do, but when he does, well, it’s worth seeing.

“Bye Uncle Sharkie, Aunt Pinkie, Uncle Sparkie and Uncle Spidey!” Hikari waves goodbye jovially, not realizing that she just called them the affectionate nicknames that she’s too embarrassed to say in front of them.

The four laugh at the little girl’s slip-up and they leave the hot springs in good spirits.

After that wonderful weekend, you explained to Hikari about why you’re taking a rest every month in the first place. She didn’t quite get the concept at first but after a little bit more of explaining, she came up with the idea that the two of you get four rest days in a month. One weekend just for you and Katsuki then the other weekend is for the three of you and if any of the Bakusquad or Dekusquad would want to come along.

It was the perfect agreement and if Hikari was going to grow up in an environment where she had the best aunts and uncles in the universe, then she’s going to grow up to be a great kid. Just like the adults in her life once were.

The End.

[trashiewrites]

Promotion (Soap x Reader)

Word count: 2319

[Notes: I'm so happy to finally have finished this fic! I've been feeling on and off for a while. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also sorry I have really basic grammar so grammar might be shit.]

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Night lurked over the head of the men and women of the camp. You found yourself looking up to the sky for no particular reason. The stars of tonight shined brightly, they seemed almost hypnotic. You were out of it to not hear someone come by behind you. "Sky beautiful tonight ain't it?" You jumped up at the sudden voice, knowing it was the captain "sorry, didn't mean to scare ya!"

"It's fine captain...." you lightly chucked as splashes of red-tinted your cheeks. You've had a small feeling for the Scottish man. You've been denying it till recently. He's your CO but you know... at least shoot your shot. "Would you like to join me, captain?"

"I would love too" he sat down close next to you. A lovely grin from ear to ear as he stared at the stars too. "What do you see or get reminded of when you see the stars?" You hummed, placing a finger upon your chin as you thought. For a split second, you glanced at the captain...

"Well..." your heart raced at the thought of putting the notation of you liking someone out there. In the end, you chicken out of it. " I see possibilities! What about you sir?"

"They remind me of someone I deeply love." He chuckled as his gaze faced downward. "They don't quite know it yet though..."

"Whoever it is, they should count themselves lucky, sir." You nudged his shoulder, attempting to keep your cool, "you're an amazing person after all!"

"You really think so?" Soap laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck. You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. Though your chest showed this pang of jealousy. "Say... how about we head to the mess hall? Grab some dinner."

"Of course!" You yelped a tad too excitedly. Realizing that fact you tensed up and smiled nervously "um... Of course, captain..." the both of you stood and began to walk side to side. The walk itself was sweet and littered with small talk about anything. It could be training, people, or even gossip. Yet throughout the whole time you would glance over to the captain. Noticing small little details about him that made your heart slowly melt. His chiseled jaw, his deep blue eyes, the way he laughed and made others motivated. You loved every single thing about this man.

"I wonder what crap they'll give us today.." He held the tent's drapes open for you. "You first~" he mockingly bowed.

"Why thank you, captain!" You walk in after a small curtsy.

"You know you can call me John right? It's off-hours, so I don't mind." You paused in your tracks, processing the offer. You knew no one who ever called the Captain by his first. If anything you found the idea almost disrespectful to him.

"Are you sure sir?" You look at him with a look of pure confusion. He covered his mouth as a laugh leaked from it. Which by all means makes you even more confused.

"Yes, I'm sure. But just on off-hours, ya hear?" He smiled, lightly pushing your shoulder as he walked past you.

"Y-yes, sir!" You both went up getting your MREs. On the side, they had a package of tea bags, the water next to it respectfully. As well there is a brewer with a sign that reads coffee. You, being much more a tea person, gladly took a plastic cup and had your cup. John, on the other hand, had pure black coffee. As you sat down facing each other you could help but notice the stars in his eyes as he glanced at the coffee. If anything it was drop-dead adorable. As you both waited for the MREs to prepare themselves you decided to push what john told you earlier. "So John..." you coughed, hoping to release some on the nerves. He hummed back glancing down at you as he sipped his cup of dirty beans.

"Something on your mind (y/n)?"

"About that person, you talked about earlier. It-the one you love, can I ask more about them?" You glanced down, waiting to get scolded that it wasn't your place to know.

"Sure!"

"Sir, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked it definitely isn't-" you headshot to look at John as you realized the words that exited his mouth. "W-wait... really?"

"I mean, why not?" He smiled ever so innocently, "do you not want to know anymore?"

"It's not that... I just thought that's not really my place." You flash him a nervous smile as well a shrug of your shoulders. "But go on!" Your tone was almost eager, your heart yearned to hear this.

"Well.. she's a beautiful lass. Very strong-willed and kind." His face began to soften, you assume at the thought of the girl. "She just splendid to be around. She's smart, witty, and exceptional clueless..." he chuckled, facing off to the side.

"Do I know her?" You took a bit of your MRE. Which, by the way, was still piping hot. "Hot hot hot!!" You lightly banged the table as you swallowed through the pain. John smiled as he placed a hand upon his chin, pondering the question.

"I suppose you do, they are on the team." This caught you by surprise. You knew this person, and you trained with this person. The thought plagued your mind. Unaware of it, you were eerily silent as a checklist played through your head. John coughed, having taken bites from his meal, "look, you don't have to look further into it but if you do find out, I'll give you a promotion of sorts."

"A promotion? For something like this?"

"You'll see.." John smiled as he took his final bite. "Now I best be off, good luck." He stood, walking away from the table. Leaving you staring into the distance, dumbfounded. As you finished you knew that the other boys were up much later. Roach, for example, the man stays up all the time. Speed walking over to the barracks to see Roach outside on his phone.

"Gary! I have to ask you something!" He looked up and smiled sweetly.

"Sure! What could you need this late though?"

"Apparently the captain like one of the girls, do you have any idea who?" You spoke quietly as to not draw anyone else's attention. Roach was baffled at first at the weird question. Yet that baffled face soon became one that reads 'you can't be serious'.

"You are blind..."

"What do you mean?" You began to think it should be an obvious answer. But there are plenty of women as John described.

"Look... I don't know the captain personally enough to know for sure. But it's been kinda obvious for a while." Roach chuckled as his eyes returned to his phone, "I don't even think I have the balls to tell ya. How 'bout ask the lieutenant? He knows the captain like the back of his hand."

"Lieutenant Riley? Ghost? Do you know how weird that is? At least me and you, ya know, we are the same rank." You clutched your fist together, chills running down your spine at the thought.

"If I tell you, you probably, no, you WILL go ask the lieutenant anyways."

"Just tell me, Sanderson!" You grabbed the man, who is taller than you, by the collar of his shirt.

"It's you dumbass!" You stood there in silence. Some say your soul exited your body for a minute. Roach slowly moved your hands off his collar. "(Y/n)??"

"You're joking..." Roach shook his head. "Where is the lieutenant?"

"In the living quarter last I checked." Roach meekly voiced out, scared to once again get his collar grabbed. You walked in to see the lieutenant relaxing in the lounge area, his head in a newspaper. You quietly made your way over, as well as thinking of what the hell you would ask him. You found it painfully awkward to ask if your CO has a crush on you.

"You need something (y/n)?" He lowered his newspaper ever so slightly, his brown eyes staring coldly at you.

"Uh... y-yes I-I have a... question." You stared right back to him, the heat on your cheeks making you uncomfortable as hell.  He chuckled as he took one last look at his paper, folding it neatly. You could help but think did he already know you were coming here? I mean it wouldn't be surprising, due to the confrontation with Roach.

"Well, go ahead then. Ask away."  His  voice  seemed to mock you, not rudely of course. But it's as if he was teasing you.

"W-well sir, earlier this evening the captain g-gave me a challenge to... to.." you coughed the lump of nervousness in your throat was suffocating. As you once again open your mouth to speak the rest of your statement, Riley's deep voice chimed in.

"He dared you to find out who's he's crushing on, ya?" Your heart sunk down to your stomach. Of course he already knew... you feel the heat on your cheeks.

"Y-yes, sir... gosh this is embarrassing." You faced the ground, glancing up periodically.

"Well I'm assuming you want me to tell you who?"

"W-well sir, I originally asked Roach and well..." you coughed, trying your hardest to grow some balls, "He said it was me. I was just wonder if it t-true."

"I'll tell you two things alright?" You nodded as you took a seat across from him "one, he does. It's been quite obvious for a while. Two, he never shuts the fuck up about you.. god it comes to the point I hate being in a room alone with him."

"O-oh I-I"

"Just hurry up and get together already, that way he stops fucking going on about ya" you nodded did a 180 headed straight off.

"Y-Yes sir!!"

Just after, you sat at your bunk... you couldnt bring yourself to do it. Your mind was still processing it all in. Lieutenant Riley's word echoed in your ears. You yourself felt like you were floating, yet scared. "This must all be a dream, it too good to be true..." you pinched you arm, almost to the point of drawing blood. Eyes squint from the pain, and open to the same scenery as before. "What am I doing?" You stood and went to the mirror, slapping your cheeks. Squeezing your face together ever so slightly, "get yourself together (y/n), this could be the once chance!" You confidently went to the door. "Captain quarters are far... it shouldnt be difficult at all." You walked out briskly, closing the door quietly behind you.

You made steady pace to the captain quarters. You tried your hardest to keep your cool, you werent sure if it was working. Then again, it's rather late there really isnt many people around. You stood in front of the door. You have never been more scared of a door before.  You took a step forward, a deep breath, curling your hand to knock of the door. Before you could even knock the door opened and there stood the captain. "Oh (y/n), what got you out here so late at night?"

"I-I just N-needed..." your body shivered of nervousness, of course he would open the door right before you were ready!

"Look at you..." he spoke softly, grasping lightly at your shoulder. Placing another hand in the open air. "You're shivering like a you've been in the cold for awhile, come in." He slowly leads you in, even if you were at all cold (which you weren't) the heat from your face could probably keep you alive. You look up to him offering a cup of hot tea.

"Captain... I-im not cold..." you took the cup, taking in the aroma of the tea. "but I do appreciate the drink." It was calming actually.

"If you ain't cold, does that mean you're nervous? By what in god name has god cha nervous?" You place the tea upon the coffee table. You knew he was staring at you, yet you could stare back. Rubbing your arm shyly, a small cough to clear your throat. "Oh.... it's that challenge ain't it?"

You nodded, slowly lifting your head to see him. His expression was almost eager, perhaps hopeful? He held his own hands, twiddling with his own thumb. "C-Captain..."

"Please... Call me John." It was almost as he was begging just like a puppy. It took you by surprise but it's what you could atleast do.

"Okay, John," you chuckled. Cracking a small little smirk, butterflies already flying everywhere within you. "I-I like you too, I have for a while. Gosh, saying "like" is just an understatement. I've loved you for a while." You exhaled deeply, the weight in your chest seemingly lifted. John stood, sitting next to you. Wrapping you into a tight embrace.

"Congrats, (y/n). Are you ready for that promotion?" He spoke softly into your ear. Hunger, yearning plagued the tones of his voice.

"J-John what exactly is this promotion?" You moved his head back, cupping his cheeks. He smirked devilishly, slowly moving to cover your own cheeks.

"Well, of course. You're gonna be promoted to my girlfriend~" as he finished his sentence in a deep husky voice. He planted his lips upon yours, holding you close. It was heavenly, you didnt want it to end. His taste was hypnotic, sweet, hungry and full of passion and love. Time seemed to slow down and you couldnt care. Yet reality hit back always too soon. You two separate panting, staring longingly into eachothers eyes. "G-God I waited so long to do that..."

You panted quietly, holding your hand to his cheek. You sat and admired this moment, this moment will never happen again. "Well... I hope the wait was worth it." You laughed, pulling his head closer. Gifting him a small peck upon his nose.

"Oh definitely princess, definitely."

[brilliant-poses]

Night of the Coyotes

Chapter 4 - The Shot Heard ‘round Blackwater

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Your heart was pounding in your chest as you all surrounded the camp. The only thing between the Van Der Linde gang and safety was a river to town. They’d be dumb to cross it, especially since you made sure to have some girls bring their lassos. Liu was stationed over at the other side of the river, staring down her scope. You saw the gang slowly begin to come out of their tents, guns in hand as they tried to appear intimidating.

“Madam.” Dutch spoke towards Vivian, using the nickname she gave to everyone. You glanced towards Vivian, who tensed at the sight of him.

“Van Der Linde.” She spat, obviously angry he even spoke her nickname. She adjusted Gypsy, seeing her getting a bit uncomfortable. Everyone stared at one another, the tense air becoming thicker by the moment.

“We can do this the easy way.” Vivian said as she pointed her gun towards him.

“But I know you won’t want that. You’re stubborn like that…” She hissed, which caused him to sneer lightly, his cigar drifting over to the side of his mouth. He lifted his ringed hand to remove it, exhaling smoke.

“You all must think you’re smart, but you’ve caged a beast. You know what happened the last time you did that.” He said, reminding Vivian of the massive loss of life she had years ago.

“You bastard—!” She hissed before hearing a shot ring out. Your heart stopped for a moment, trying to figure out who shot first. You glanced at Pride and saw that a bullet hole was lodged in her shoulder, causing her to fall off of Sunshine. After that, the bloodshed began. Bullets flew and everyone was beginning to move out towards the city. Dutch and his boys were running to get them away from camp while Vivian followed with those who could. Pride yelled in pain as you dragged her behind a tree, helping to shield her. Peppercorn was gone, spooked by the gunshots, so there was no exit. You hid and tried to stop the bleeding by using your bandana. Before you could do anything, she passed out from the pain.

“Hey… Hey! Wake up, Pride! Come on, Madam needs us!” You cried, trying to convince her to wake up and say something witty towards you. You feared the worst, but you continued to wrap her up. You were almost done before feeling something hit the back of your head. In your blurry vision, you could see Pride’s pale complexion and a man with blonde hair looming over you. After that, everything went black.

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You woke to the sound of hoofs hitting the ground and wheels slowly turning with them. You were rocking to a steady rhythm, until there was a jolt that knocked your head against the bottom of the wooden panels. Your blurry eyes opened, peering around to see your surroundings. You luckily saw Pride, bandaged and tied, which made you reach for her. You struggled a bit, feeling yourself bound. Glancing back, you could see the tips of your fingers and felt the rope tightly binding your hands together. You could hear someone talking, an older voice, mentioning to someone that bringing you two along would only upset Madam and cause her to look for you. That’s when you heard Van Der Linde.

“Don’t worry, Hosea. I have a plan with these two. They’re not like the other ones who chased us out of the city. Thanks to Micah, they’re nice and safe back there. We’ll get them to talk about their boss.” He said as Hosea sighed loudly. You managed to wiggle around and land on your back, though your hands protested by shooting a sharp pain through you. You hissed in pain, managing to move yourself to sit next to Pride. She looked pale and like she was in pain, but you couldn’t do anything about it. You were powerless to help the only person you really cared for. Your older sister had protected you so many times, but you couldn’t protect her. You exhaled through your nose and looked out the wagon. You could see the snow that had fallen onto the ground and the rocky formations. You knew you were a long ways from Blackwater. You couldn’t relax, especially knowing you were stuck with the Van Der Linde gang. They were probably going to kill you, that much was certain, but you didn’t expect them to let you freeze to death. You shivered lightly and looked towards Pride, seeing her lips were slowly turning blue. She was freezing. Her before you, that’s how you would start this.

“Hey!” You yelled, kicking your feet to make noise. You felt the wagon stop suddenly, causing you and Pride to hit the wood you leaned against. You heard grumbling and then the familiar blue-green eyes met with yours.

“What the hell are you doin’?” He hissed as you glared at him.

“Tryin’ to get your damn attention. My sister is freezing.” You said, watching him scoff. Arthur glanced towards Pride closer before he began to grumble again. He disappeared, which made you sigh lightly from defeat. They really were planning on freezing you and Pride. You expected the wagon to begin moving, but was surprised to hear footsteps approach once more.

“Here. Got y’all some blankets. We got no coats, so you’re gonna have to deal with this.” He said as he climbed in, wrapping the blankets around you and Pride. Though you knew Arthur Morgan to be a cold and horrid killer, he actually attempted to help you, and help you he did. You immediately felt better and you leaned closer to Pride, noticing him checking her wound.

“She’d be mad if she knew you were this close.” You mumbled, hearing a faint chuckle under his breath.

“Yeah, well… She really ain’t gonna be happy when she sees where she is. Now, I can’t stop again, so don’t be kickin’. If you need somethin’, just wait. We’re almost to camp.” He said and went to leave.

“Hey, Morgan!” You called, seeing him about to disappear. You saw him looked down and his shoulders slack as he looked back towards you.

“Thank you.” Your tone wasn’t antagonizing or anything, it was sincere. You want him to know just how thankful you were. He probably saved your sister’s life. He gave you a small smile and then disappeared once more. This time, the wagon began to move and you were jolted forward at the feeling. You looked towards Pride, who’s head had fallen towards yours, and propped your head on her shoulder.

“We’ll be ok, Pride…” You mumbled softly, tears finally filling your eyes. You were really far from home and you almost lost your sister. Your emotions were crashing.

“We got each other…”

[siegfriedens]

“Did you do that on purpose?” + rowancéline

physical contact starters, starring rowan jung and céline heo !!

Rowan enjoys a handful of things. Despite his outgoing persona and friendly smile put to everyone out there, it is no secret that he is an extremely picky enjoyer, if that is even something one could be. Jung enjoys hot cocoa every morning to pair watching the sunrise from the wide windows of his room, reading endless pages on whatever subject anyone would discard because it’s too boring, gloomy library corners no one goes to. Sunny days and hot summer weather, time he can spend outside playing rugby like it’s the only thing to do when it gets too warm. Rowan loves to be top of the class and talking over and over about the experience of human faith. However, there is nothing he enjoys more than being annoying to people that clearly didn’t expect him to because of his heartwarming smile, great looks and straight top grades.

It first hit him when he was still a kid in middle school. Born and raised in Sligo, a small town in northern Ireland, there was nothing to do but spend time with friends on the outskirts of the city, wandering around the green fields with kegged beer and a pack of cigarettes to share. His mother worked endless shifts to put a roof above their heads and the still teenager boy tried to forget reality by hanging out with the same friends he had since nursery. Sure, those boys were nothing like him and wouldn’t be his choice of friendship group if there was the option to choose, but still, there was nothing to do in a small town, neither was it upon him. After all, he didn’t really click with a lot of people; he didn’t even click with those boys on a deep level or anything. They were friends, and that was more than enough to Rowan, a teenage boy that had no family and was desperate for attention in any sort of way. He definitely felt somewhat alienated, but that stuff didn’t matter at eighteen.

He mostly did it because he wasn’t as popular as his few friends. They were all tall, blonde and had their way with girls all around. Meanwhile, Rowan was just their shadow, still loved and cherished but nothing more than that forgotten friend. Being the different one in a small town was harsh, so he found his way fitting in by building up his own reputation. He wasn’t a manwhore or an asshole like his friends. He was just annoying to anyone that treated him differently.

Even after leaving town for college, it stuck to him. After all, attending college at the best academy of the United Kingdom under a scholarship was no different than growing up as the different one back in a small, country town - he still had to find his way, and nothing more comfortable than sticking to his somehow perfect technique from back in the day. Rowan was going to annoy whoever challenged him. Sure, he was a nice guy, wore his smile with pride and greeted everyone good day, but he wouldn’t lose his future to manners. He was determined to be the best and there was no other human being to hold him back, nor have his place.

Soon enough, Rowan added one more thing to his enjoyable activities list. He had summer mornings for the most enjoyable thing ever, but that was before meeting Céline. Moreover, that was before annoying the hell out of her. That, annoying the hell out of the girl that challenged him in every possible way, was his new favorite thing to do. For that, he didn’t spare any efforts on making sure she was properly annoyed every single day as they would always bump into each other around campus. Even when they didn’t, Rowan would sneak into one of her classes just to make her go all red from anger. At some point, he would even wait for her outside her classroom just to escort her to her dorms while showering her with half rude, half flirtatious, annoying suggestions. He liked it because, even though she seemed to want to run away from him, she couldn’t. They were stuck with each other because of their friendship group and Rowan just loved it to have her around everywhere. Again, annoying her was his favorite hobby.

Despite her rudeness and witty comebacks, Rowan took those to build the strength needed to keep up his own good work. Céline was smart enough to get whatever she wanted and, if that was to leave her alone, she would have done it way sooner. She didn’t, and he had that as some kind of weird silver lining. Of course, it was almost confusing to enjoy having someone you claim to hate near you everywhere, but Rowan never worried much about making sense to anyone, not even to himself. Even if it didn’t quite add up, he just liked being around the French girl that hated him just how much he did it back, so he made sure to make her hate him even more. Rowan liked how she would yell at him and bite back. He liked how she would wear those little plaid skirts around campus and scold him for staring at her ass for too long, not even ashamed to hide his intentions. At some point, he even thought she liked being annoyed by him just as much as he had a ball at doing it every single day. He knew her schedule by heart. For annoying timetable purposes, of course.

They have a few classes together, and he loves those more than anything else in the world. Rowan would sit right next to her and stare at her for one or two whole lectures. Even if she didn’t look back or kept her expressions nonchalant to his little smile at the corner of his lips, he kept staring. Céline was the prettiest when fully concentrated, brows furrowed while chewing on her pencil, and the Irish boy was no fool to miss a second of that sight.

That lost autumn afternoon was no different than any other. Rowan sat by the huge window, next to the girl that hated his guts. It was their last class of the day, of the week actually, and he waited to see her the whole afternoon. She wouldn’t leave his head for good, and he thanked all the gods he could think of for it. Again, Céline had that same concentrated expressions combo going on her pretty face Rowan knew by heart. He smiled at her in between random notes he took on a lose piece of paper he had - even though she was quite entertaining, he could double task and wouldn’t handle her his place top of the class just because she was pretty and had the biggest ass he had ever seen. The French girl was completely immersed on whatever their old professor talked about, taking pretty notes on that pink notebook Rowan himself stole from her locker a couple hundred times. He could smell her floral perfume. His eyes surely didn’t leave her lips when she would apply that same fruity chapstick as a habit every once in a while. Rowan hated her for so many things, but he hated her the most for making him want to have her.

The hours went on unnoticed and Rowan didn’t even realize the class was finally over. Actually, he only noticed it when Céline, who had his full attention, started packing her stuff. He woke up from his daydream and started doing the same, but he had nothing to pack. He didn’t even have a bag at all. Standing up for once, Rowan folded his notes and put his small pencil inside his suit jacket pocket before going to her. He loomed over her for some seconds, watching her organize her stuff flawlessly as she wanted to beat him so bad at his own game. He wouldn’t allow it, however. She didn’t give him the time of the day, and Rowan was definitely annoyed, missing her yelling at him for nonsense.

Without thinking twice or speaking any word, Rowan tapped her spring water bottle that rested peacefully on the table. He made sure to ruin not only the notes from that class, but her whole notebook as the water made the pages stick together. When Céline looked at him, he was smiling. Finally, he picked the almost empty bottle up, drinking the rest of liquid that remained there. She was red angry again, and he loved that on her.

Her tone was music to his ears. She was finally talking back at him, biting back. My wild thing, I love when you bite back, he thought to himself. “Of course I did that on purpose, silly billy. Why would you even ask?” He answered in a shrug, putting the bottle down to tap her nose in a somewhat caring way, like she was a child. “I thought you’d be used to it by now, pretty girl. What is wrong with us these days?” Shaking his head to the sides in a disappointed expression, he analyzed her head to toe, folding his arms. “Come on, won’t you say you hate me so much for this? I somewhat miss it. You seem kinda off, actually. Need help relaxing? I am top of the class.”

Finally reaching her ruined notebook, Rowan closed it after making sure some more pages were ruined as he didn’t spare the chance to rip some soaked, fragile pieces of paper apart. “That’s surely ruined, isn’t it?” That same defiant smile lit up his face. He was high on the way she looked down at him, clearly annoyed. “No worries, sweet girl, you can have my notes. Why don’t we hit the dorms together?” Looking her in the eyes, Rowan brushed some rebel hair behind her ear. “I’ll make it comfortable to you while we study, I promise. You can even strip naked if you like, as your clothes clearly want you out of them very badly.” Your tits are begging for help out of this stupid tight shirt and your ass is peeking out as always, that’s what he meant. He just wasn’t going to give her the time of the day.

Rowan sighed. “Well, sorry for the notebook. It was surely on purpose.” His tone mocked her in every possible way. “You’re more than welcome to join me tonight, if you’d like. You know where I’ll be.” And just like that, he kissed her left cheek, long enough for him to imagine what it’d be like to kiss her lips, or maybe the tanned skin that begged to be kissed by him. Rowan walked to the door with no rush, turning back once more before leaving. “Also, I don’t like this perfume you’re using now. Change it for the next time I come to annoy you, will you?” He winked at her. “Don’t be shy to join me tonight, sweet girl. I’ll wait.” And he left, just like that. He knew she wouldn’t show up, or at least she never did, as he asked every single day, but he hoped she would. Everyday, Rowan wished Céline would.

[futurewriter2000]

Unfortunate Fortune - pt. 1

A/N: Okay, I love this and I decided to make it a serie... because I kinda feel that I deserve at least one sassy, teasing and non-depressed Draco imagines. Raise yo hand if you with me!

REQUEST: Heyyyy, can I ask for a young Draco x reader where she's the only one that doesn't pay attention to him and doesn't really care, only school, and that's why he likes her so much?? Hermione & Viktor Krum kinda 💖💖

XX

How could have everything changed over one summer? 

Everybody always thought of you as someone who was focused on her carrier, school work and future. You were always the kind of student who rather studied than went a party. You were never a true introvert, rather a mix of both; introvert and extrovert. 

You could say you were a complex person. Never keen on always raising your hand and answering professors questions like Hermione Granger, more like a listener, observer and even if sometimes you didn’t pay much attention to the class, you always eneded up with a good grade. Of course you had your bad subjects, where your average was terrorizing you but still, a normal girl. You didn’t think much of being liked or disliked, not doing things because they were forbidden- no. Rules never restricted you. You never payed much attention to rules. You did what you always wanted but with a clear and smart plan. That was why you were never caught like most Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were. They were never the kind who thought things through, always rushing into situations without knowing the consequences. 

That was why you were a proud Ravenclaw. Smart, witty and holding your own beauty. 

Over the past summer, you just became popular. Not that you much cared about it. You were carefree, friendly and just being you. 

Unlike the others, you never much cared of what others thought. So instead of going to breakfast tidied or in normal pijamas, you got up, put your hair in a messy bun, grey sweatpants, socks, red sweater, glasses and to the Great Hall. 

“Hey losers.” you smiled as you plopped yourself down to your group of friends, grabbing toast and eggs from the middle. 

“Morning sunshine.” one of your roomates smiled. “Got enough sleep?” she grinned. 

“Me? Enough sleep? During school? In the middle of the week?” you raised one of your eyebrows and smiled. “That’ll only happen when I’m cosy in my casket, till then I am just going to have to get cosy with my sleep deprivation.” you winked, biting into your toast. 

It was until your roomates’ older brother sat next to you, leaning in and wiggling his eyebrows. “Or you can get cosy with me.” 

Elijah Witherspoon. Popular amongst the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, since he’s your best friends brother, charming and one hell of a smile... just not what you’re looking for. He fancied you since the beginning of the year but he was just ...too easy. 

It’s hard to describe but he was never someone you imagined yourself with. He was every girl’s dream but yours. As dumb as it sounds, you always believed if you wanted to be with someone, you’ll feel it. You just never felt it with Elijah. 

“Eww, Elijah!” you roomate, Ellie, groused and threw him a nut on his head. Her brother grabbed the nut and soon the siblings war started, making that your cue to leave. 

You grabbed the toast and started walking back to your dorm, getting ready for your 9am class but as you turned around the corner, you bumped into a someone. Your toast tumbled in your hand and soon ended on your read sweater, covering it in butter. “Bollocks!” you cursed under your mouth, grabbing the toast from your sweater, than looking up at the culprit who caused the unfortunate accident. 

His bright eyes were looking at you lightly, his mouth curved into a teasing smirk. “Well, that’s unfortunate.” he chuckled, looking at the squared imprint on your sweater. 

“And here I thought a lepricon was dancing around.” you snarked back, making him chuckle once again. 

“Sarcastic little Ravenclaw, aren’t you?” he crossed his arms in front of your chest, moving one corner of his mouth upward his cheeks. 

“Narcassistic little Slytherin, aren’t you?” you retorded back, seeing  hint of surprise and amusment in his face expression. 

“Don’t you know who you’re talking to?” he said, inclining the fact you should obviously know who this boy in front of you is.

“Oh Merlin!” you gasped. “I can’t believe it?!”  you continued, placing your hand on top of your mouth and seeing a triumphant smile appear on his lips. “It’s you, isn’t it? The infamous prince of Lepricons.” you leaned back, seeing his smirk fade and his eyes narrow, meanwhile you started laughing. 

“You think you’re funny, huh?” 

“I’d say so, yes.” you continued to laugh. “Wait.” you stopped, pointing your finger at him. “Does that mean you’re not the prince of Lepricons?” and you could see him trying to hide his smile. “And here goes my chance of becoming a princess.” you shook your head, moving past him and hearing him chuckle behind you. 

---

Since your little encounter with the Slytherin, you’ve started to notice him everywhere. In classes with the Slytherins, he always kept watching you with eyes you couldn’t describe. You kept searching for the right word but it just didn’t come to you. He’s sit in front of you in Transfiguration and every time you would look up the board to write down notes, your eyes got caught up at him. 

He was faced forward but his head was turned over his shoulder, eyes directed at yours. You felt something bubble at your stomach but couldn’t pin down what. You shook the feeling off and focused back on school. 

“Draco?” the professor called and everybody’s attention was on professor. When the boy whose attention has been focused on your turned his head to McGonagall, you drew your eyebrows together. 

‘Draco,’ you repeated in your head, watching if he was truly the boy she called. 

“I believe your attention is not somewhere else than on the study of Human Transformations.” she said, standing upright at his desk and looking down at him through her glasses. 

“No, professor. My attention is exactly where it needs to be.” he showed her a bright smile, making her huff and glance up at you.

“I doubtfully believe that.” she turned around and started walking back to her desk. As soon as she was facing him her back, Draco turned around one last time and sending you a flirtatious wink.  

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head lightly and started wirting down your notes, seeing his eyes despite the fact there was nothing but plain parchment in front of you. 

---

After the class was over you saw Elijah waiting outside and you stopped in your tracks, hoping he wouldn’t see you. All the students walked past you, only one stopping behind you. “In order to get out of he class, you have to move.” you heard his voice next to your ear, his body radiating heat from behind you. 

“I know.” was all that you said.

“Than what are we waiting for?” 

“You know you can just walk around me-.” you turned around, snapping at him and quickly mid-sentance realizing the two of you were extremely close. You cleared your throat and took a step back. “- and get yourself out of the class.” you finished. 

He put his hand on the doorframe, leaning against you and smirking. “I’d rather know why are you avoiding Witherspoon like that?” 

“I think that is none of your business.” you narrowed your eyes at him, the bridge of your nose wrinkling up. 

His eyes looked down at him and the grin only spread. “Whatever.” moved away from you, walking backwards. 

After he left, you felt the muscles in your arms relax and your books fall directly on the floor, causing a loud thud. “Shit.” you said and the next thing you knew, Witherspoon was leaning on the doorframe, showing off his annoying flirty smile. “What’s taking you so long, cutie?” 

God, you hated when somebody called you that.

---

The next day you saw his sister, you plopped yourself down on her bed and burried your head in her pillow. “What’s with the Witherspoons and your stubborness!?” you complained and heard her laugh beside you. 

“He likes you, (y/n).” she said.

“I don’t like him, Ellie.” you sat up. “I’ve known him as long as I’ve known you. He’s like a brother to me.” you looked up at her. 

“So, no stereotypical ‘I’m in love with my best friends brother?’.” she joked and you only groaned. 

“It’s not funny.”

“My dreams of becoming your sister-in-law is shattered.” she continued to tease and you hit her with her own pillow, knocking her off the bed. 

“Shit! Are you okay?” you peeked over the edge of her bed, looking at the pile of curly blonde hair covering her face and her mouth leaving silent laugh. 

She kept laughing, causing you to laugh as well. She got up and sat back on the bed, calming down and grabbing back her books. “I’ll talk to my brother for you.” she said finally, causing a great wave of relief wash over you. 

“Thank you.” you said, laying on your back. 

“But I can’t help you with the Slytherin prince. That’s all you.”

You sat back up, furrowing your eyebrows at her. “The Slytherin prince? Who’s that?”

“The sexy but evil little cockroach who undressed you with his eyes all Transfiguration class.” she looked at  you, widening her eyes as she realized you had no clue who she was talking about. “Draco. Draco Malfoy.” she kept looking at you, seeing how you rolled your eyes. “You’re telling me that you don’t like the most popular boy in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw nor the other popular, all-wealthy and powerful prince of Slytherin?!! I swear if you tell me you don’t know who Harry Potter is, we’re going to have a lecture on all students of Hogwarts because you’re way behind.”

“They are both full of themselves.” you rolled your eyes, falling back on her bed and hugging her smalled pillow yet somehow, somewhere in your mind his bright blazing eyes kept appearing in your head, his name repeating in your eardrums.

 “You and your standards.” you heard her scoff. “I’m kind of glad to hear you say that you’re not picking Draco Malfoy over my brohter. He’s a real asshole.”

“All boys are.” you say, turning on your side, your nose focused on a scent from this morning and causing a shy smile appear on your lips. 

[alleycat97]

Before There Was Us

Pairing: MC x Kamilah

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It was just a typical Thursday night for Kamilah, number 107,328 to be exact, but who was counting? There was no more days to her. She didn’t live by a calendar anymore, there was no need, the sun rose and set each day, nothing more or less.

Kamilah typically came home from work to work, a solitude she grew use to in her many years of being alone. Except a horrific cough coming from her master suite made her alter her typical plans.

She entered the room and set her eyes on the source, Amy. Amy, the mortal, the one who came into Kamilah’s life and completely stole her heart and ran with it. The young woman had Kamilah bad, something the vampire was trying to come to terms with after being alone for over a century.

She sat down on the bed next to Amy and instinctfully placed her hand on her forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Terrible. I think I’m dying.” Amy winced as she tried to sit up, Kamilah holding her down.

“No. You need to relax and rest.”

“I’m tired of being here...” Amy whined causing Kamilah to laugh.

“Well I don’t want to tell you I told you so, but what did I say?”

Amy groaned recalling the other night. She wanted to go bar hopping with Lily but Kamilah insisted she stay in due to the rain and flu going around. Amy insisted she was immune and went anyway. After the 4th bar and way too many shots later she was stumbling around outside waiting for Kamilah to pick her up...in the rain.

Amy just slid further into the bed in defeat not wanting to admit that Kamilah was right, she would die before she would let her have that satisfaction.

Kamilah just laughed and kissed Amy’s forehead before rising to leave. “I’ll be back in a bit, I’ll just be in my office.” She couldn’t be too hard on her. She knew what the culture was like today and young adults of Amy’s age all did these things. Except it was very different from when she was that age, she just wanted Amy to be happy.

“Kami?” Amy called out in a tone that usually gets her anything she wants.

Kamilah stopped in the threshold, “Yes habibti?”

“Can you tell me about Egypt?”

Kamilah made her way back to the bed, she knew it would come eventually, but didn’t really want it to, not wanting to recall the past.

“I don’t know Amy. It was so many years ago. I don’t think I can recall it.” She lied crawling into the bed to join Amy who instinctfully latched on.

“Please....” Amy insisted.

“Ok let’s see...Well you know of my twin brother and being Cleopatras cousin.”

“Was she your first cousin?” Amy asked.

“Well then we didn’t call them that, but yes. Her father, the one who gave Lysimachus the horse, and my mother were siblings.”

“That’s so cool! Tell me about Cleopatra! I bet you guys were like partners in crime!” Amy said getting excited.

“Well early we were pretty close. Especially when my mother passed. We would play by the Nile with the other children. Cleopatra even talked me into wrestling against the boys.”

“So that’s we’re you get your tough act from.” Amy replied.

“Cleopatra was the more exciting one as kids. She was older than me but she was smart and cunning and would do anything.”

Kamilah took a minute to just sit back and enjoy the memory’s. “A lot was expected of us even as children. Her father, Ptolemy Xll was very strict. We did have fun but we also worked like any other. He went easier on Cleopatra because he was her favorite child.”

“What about your father?” Amy inquired.

“He was a General for the Army. He was always away fighting and one day he didn’t return. Lysmachus, wanting to be like father, joined the army and went off to fight much to the pleasure of Ptolemy. He took me into the palace and I was an assistant to Cleopatra.”

“Was Eypt violent?”

“Not particularly. If anything it was flourishing. Ancient Eygpy however, is a different story. We had chores yes, the men had to fight, but we were prospering, especially under Cleopatra.”

“Tell me more about her.” Amy said shifting slightly.

“Well Cleopatra was actually from Greek descent. She could speak 7 languages and everyone loved her because she embraced Eyptian culture and opened trade to many Arab nations.”

“So if she was the favorite? What happened to her?”

“Well when she turned 18, her father passed away and she took the throne. Except she had to share it with her younger brother Ptolemy Xlll. They were forced to marry and rule.”

“Oh gross!” Amy squealed. “That’s nasty.”

Kamilah laughed, “It was very common among nobility. He was 10 at the time.”

“Ewww. Please skip this part Kami.”

“You know I was engaged then as well.” Kamilah set the trap, feeling Amy tense, she loved when Amy got jealous.

“Kami. I said skip this part!”

“Oh relax, I’m just teasing. Anyway, after Ptolemy got older her forced Cleopatra and myself out of the palace and took over as ruler.”

“What did you guys do then?”

“Julius Caesar...”

“Ya’ll fucked Julius Caesar!?” Amy said cutting off Kamilah, bolting from her sheets.

“If you would let me finish please, no we didn’t. Well I never did but she did however, but not at this point anyway. He came to the palace and she snuck into the palace inside of a bedroll.

“How did she do that?” Amy quizzed.

“Who do you think rolled her into it?” Kamilah sighed face palming.

“Oh. Right.” Amy said blushing.

“Anyway. She made an alliance with Caesar and the two formed an Army and defeated Ptolemys Army at the Nile. Ptolemy tried to escape and drowned. She took back over the throne.”

“I’m getting bad bitch vibes from her.” Amy awed. “That’s when I officially became Nomarch.” Kamilah added.

“What happened to Julius?”

“He and Cleopatra became an item and she birthed his son Ceasarion. Together she ruled with her son.” Cleopatra visited Rome but always declared to keep Egypt separate.”

“Did Caesar like that?”

“It was merely a political alliance. Caesar needed the grain from Eypgt to feed his people, Cleopatra wanted her throne back. She seduced him to get what they both wanted. She was extremely intelligent.”

“Did she ever speak of Rome?” Amy asked.

“I was there. She took me with her.”

“What!!!!! No way!”

“It was beautiful. The culture, the architecture, it was like a complete other world. But it was also scary and chaotic. The country was on the brink of civil war with the thought of Ceasar becoming the Emperor. Fear lined the streets.”

“Then he got stabbed.” Amy recalled from history class.

“Very good Amy, yes he was murdered and Cleopatra and I returned to Eygpt where she later met Marc Antony.”

“Oh he sounds hot.”

“Oh...he was.” Kamilah smiled remembering. “He was just a smart and witty as Cleopatra, a perfect match.”

“Wait...so who ruled Rome after you guys left?”

“Antony, Caesar’s great nephew Octavian, and Marcus Lepidus, know as the second triumvirate. They hunted the liberators, those who killed Ceasar and formed the Roman Empire. Antony took control of Rome’s eastern provinces, alas, Eygpt.”

“So then he and Cleopatra fell in love?” Amy asked.

“Yes. The three rulers wanted more power and Antony married Octavia, Octavian’s sister, to calm the tension and show his commitment. But he kept up his affair with Cleopatra and had three kids with her.”

“So what were you doing while this was happening?”

“I just served alongside of Cleopatra with the other Nomarchs. I was in charge of a province and I spread Cleopatra’s influence in it.”

“Was it fun? Being so important?”

“Well I don’t know about fun. I had important decisions to make that affected peoples lives.” Kamilah recalled having to make tough decisions that helped shape her into the woman she is now.

“So back to Cleopatra, what happened to her and Antony?”

“Well they decided to strikeagainst Octavian to gain control over Rome that broke into civil war. Antony fought Octavian three times and was finally defeated after all of his men deserted him.”

“They left him?”

“Battle after battle, Antonys much larger Army left him and he was finally defeated without a fight.

“What did he do then?” Amy inquired.

“He fled. He was going to be captured so he ran. He received a letter that Cleopatra was dead, which in reality she locked herself and treasure into her mausoleum. Antony stabbed himself however he didn’t immediately die and found out Cleopatra was alive. He made it to Egypt to see her and eventually die in her arms.”

“Ah how romantic!” Amy cried. “True love!!”

Kamilah continued her story, “With Antony dead, Cleopatra sent Octavian her official word to abdicate her thrown in favor of her son and then took her own life once word had spread that Octavian was coming for her and her treasures to parade her around Rome as symbol of triumph.”

“How exactly did she die?”

“Snake poison.”

“I hate snakes.” Amy said shivering, placing her head in Kamilah’s lap.

“Then Octavian had Caesarion killed and he finally cemented his legacy as the first emperor or Rome and the one and only rightful son of Julius Caesar.”

“Oh. Poor guy. How old was Cleopatra?”

“39.”

“What did you do when you found out she died?” Amy asked.

Kamilah started rubbing Amy’s hair with delicacy,

“I cried. She was like my big sister. I was off training troops when a Roman Legion attacked us. We wouldn’t submit and then I met him...”

“Gaius...” Amy started with anger.

“He attacked and killed all of my soldiers and that’s when he turned me and brainwashed me. We immediately left Egypt and I never returned.”

“Omg Kami...I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok now. I was young and dumb then, I was 34 when I was turned.” Kamilah laughed revealing her age.

“Well we should go back and visit.” Amy said yawning.

Kamilah never thought about it. Eygpt was a special time in her life, she never had anyone to share it with. Maybe it would be fun to go visit and see how much has changed. “I think that would be a great idea Amy. Amy?”

Kamilah said as she stopped rubbing the girls head and watched the younger woman sleep in her lap. She easily removed her head from her lap and quickly got up to change before rejoining her and holding her close.

“Goodnight Habibti.” She said kissing the back of Amy’s neck.

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Give them what they want ch. 7

After that disastrous choice of drowning her sorrows in alchohol, Jordan decided to take the time off in general to sleep off her hangover and avoid people.

That left with nothing to do but schoolwork. Frankly compared to all the social pressures, it was a perfect solution. At least there was a right and a wrong and no big failure if she said the incorrect answer.

After the breeze of paperwork, she went to the more creative side of art class.

The assignment was to do a drawing filled with symbolism and an essay explaining the choices. She called up and transported Calix for her model.

He had a cream white cape draped over his right shoulder in the style of old Roman emperors, clutching a book to his chest and holding out a candle and laurel in the other.

"And I have to be nude while holding this because...?" Calix questioned, fidgeting after an hour of standing still.

"Nudity is the transparency of the soul. Duh." Jordan snapped "Stop moving your head, I'm trying to draw your hair."

"Can I sit at least?" Calix complained, shaking a leg.

"Yes you can sit." She rolled her eyes.

Calix sighed as he plopped down to sit cross legged.

Jordan was happy that any feelings she had for Calix had disappeared. Foolish, ridiculous romantic feeling from the stupid needy part of her that agreed with the Aurodonian statement that she need love to be happy. No, what she needed was to not be alone.

Calix was still one of her closest friends, annoying, fun and loyal, nothing more. Hot too...but he was with Morrían Le freakin Fey.

Even her name sounded enchanting and slightly exotic, it was disgusting.

"Hmm Calix do you think I should just use my middle name instead? Jordan is so boring." She murmured as she traced the outline of a strand of hair that stuck to his forehead.

"Desiree? I guess if you wanted to. Say do most genies have a name that sounds like they're strippers? I mean Genie, Eden, I hear Karma is popular..."

And there was the man that so loved to irritate her. Usually on Tuesdays.

"Is that your perverted way of saying that I shouldn't?" Jordan flung an eraser at him.

"Watch where you throw that." Calix deftly caught it before it hit his thigh. "A name is a name. I think you're fine, you're entertaining enough to make up for it."

Jordan smiled, when the door opened.

"So I was thinking you could pose, OH MY WOW!" Mal cried with Ben by her side.

Calix made no move to hide himself, almost preening at their reactions.

"Sorry" Ben squeaked ducking his head, looking frantically at another direction while Mal opened her mouth, closed it, and babbled.

"I guess...I just,.. so sorry, we thought. I hope we aren't interrupting? This is for art right?"

If the situation hadn't been so awkward considering that the king of Auradon was witnessing it and that Mal thought they were about to do unspeakable things, Jordan would have laughed at how shocked the bad fairy looked.

One doesn't usually see naked boys in Auradon Prep after all.

"Well it's not like it's for math and she has to measure my.." Calix almost finished his sentence. Jordan flung a couple of paintbrushes at him.

"What is with the abuse!" He cried

She turned to the blushing couple, "It's for art, we'll be done soon."

"We'll find another place it's fine." Ben said. Then the two ran off, slamming the door behind.

Jordan turned to Calix who was failing at keeping his laughter in.

"Measure! Measuring you!"

"I was joking. I mean who would be so insecure to have to measure their body parts?"

"Only you would be so immodest enough to suggest that." Jordan cried.

"I'm as modest as you are a lady. And we both know you ain't no lady." Calix joked.

"I'll make you mute." Jordan half-heartedly threatened.

"I'll make you fall in love with an ass." Calix shot back.

"Ooo an ass, how Shakespearean." Jordan blew a kiss at him.

She paused, "Speaking of love, have you've told Morrían?"

Calix rolled his eyes at her and made a "Do you even know me?" face.

Love was not a word used lightly in Auradon. Once you said it, you sealed your fate to be committed forever until your wedding day. If you made it through that. You are set for your future children, grandchildren, respective kingdoms, family reunions, anniversaries on and on...

Calix, the quarter-siren/sorcerer seducer of many who've fallen for his song, would never use that word to describe a relationship. Too risky. He only reserved that word for his parents, and for Metsovone platters.

"We are at the stage of mutual like where we have enjoyable afternoons, nights and morning afters together where we do a variety of activities depending on our moods and wants. Ending with satisfaction for both parties. Is that you want to hear?"

"Mm hmm,” Jordan murmured, casually turning her attention back to her drawing.

She wasn't jealous that he was in happy mutual relationship. She wasn't annoyed that it wasn't with her. She was merely irked that she had everything Morrían and yet, she didn't have any of the perks.

She had looked up Morrían herself just to see if she was as special and as hot as Aziz and Calix claimed.

Fine, Morrían was pretty. Wavy, waist-length black hair, violet eyes, gleaming white skin that reminded Jordan of polished crystal. Most posts showed her A+ grades, her at parties, some intellectual magic debate.

She was witty, she was smart, she knew of some of the world based on her many vacation photos in various parts of Auradon.

So?

If Morrían, who could be close enough to be her equal in beauty, personality, and magic contests, was so sought after as a girlfriend. why wasn't she! Sought after in a genuine romantic relationship with actual feelings.

She drew a line that went off course across Calix's face, and realized she should probably stop obsesssing over what Morrían had that she didn't.

"I'm done. I'll do the finishing touches later." She announced, erasing the offending line.

"Sweet Aphrodite, finally!" Calix cried, hurriedly shoving his jeans up his legs.

Jordan smiled at how awkwardly he dressed, balancing uneasily from one foot to the other.

"Wanna go to Nonstop to hang out?" Calix asked as he put on his shirt.

"Sure, I'll meet you there." Jordan packed up her sketch pad and left.

"Jord? Did you hear? Zahrat and Samir found out it's going to be a girl." Aziz called excitedly, hurrying to her side in the hallway.

"She called me this morning. They're already arguing over baby names. She wants Hajar, he wants "the most ridiculous girl name in the world." She quoted

"What is it?" Aziz asked, almost dropping his French book.

"She didn't tell me, just that it was "the most ridiculous, horrible girl name in the world."

"Well with an argument like that, she must be right." Aziz joked, "Where are you going?"

"Nonstop." Jordan replied, and before he could ask, "You can come too."

"Great, their hamburgers are delicious." Aziz moaned

Nonstop was located in the backstreets of Auradon City, near the recess of the infamous woods where Beast fought the wolves to save Belle. No mortal dared to go.

Nonstop, it was own by Circe (as most fae clubs were) and had a special, illegal invisibility spell protecting the exterior from curious eyes.

It was fae-only. A haven for magical creatures to show their true forms, use their powers and have fun and relax and not pretend to be mortals and do menial labor. There was at least one in every state in Auradon. The more popular ones were in Agrabah, near the shores of Atlantica, Neverland, by the tavern of Snuggly Duckling. But Nonstop was where most of the fae student population in Auradon Prep resided to relax.

Aziz was an expection since Jordan basically threatened everyone who came near them, that he was allowed to be in without harm.

Calix led them through the backway so they could eat in Circe's office. It was lavish, Roman-inspired room with lounges, and drapes and Greek statues. A small platform raised the mahogany desk facing the door.

"So we could eat here, and you can study." Calix suggested looking at the schoolbooks the two had brought, "Orrrr.."

"Hey, Alexandria is here!" Aziz poked his head out of the office door to look at the club.

"Orrr we could hang out with the peoples." Calix smirked as Aziz went off to flirt with Attina's daughter.

Jordan rolled her eyes, and took a fresh breath of air as she entered the pulsating club room. Club room #3 to be precise. Nonstop had five different rooms. The main one was about the size of Beast's ballroom and looked like Moulin Rogue and Great Gatsby had exploded together into one mega party. Two others were simpler dance floors with a bar, booths, and couches arranged in the front of the room and by fireplaces.

Another was a more sophiscated, simple parlor room for taking and poetry readings. The fifth one was the outside area with rock gardens, and an outside cafe. Each place had pools in the center just for the mermaid/merman patrons.

"So Alexandria, how is it down there?" Aziz asked with a wink.

"Horrible as usual." Alexandria signed, letting a light brown lock fall on her eye, "The tourists make a mess everywhere! It may be a museum for Aunt Ariel's story and home, but people live there."

Jordan went to talk to Jonathan Thatch, Milo and Kida's son. He had a lot of his mother's appearance with dark skin and white streaks in his tan, blonde hair but he was most defiantly his dad's son. He could talk about anthropology for days.

"Kuzco's empire was amazing!" He enthused, "The had invented astrology and mathematics without the help of modern sciences and how they did it is just fascinating. You see, they based it on the solar and lunar calendars.."

Jordan amiably smiled as Jonathan babbled on until Calix caught his attention, "Calix, what would you say is the one architectural wonder Dad and I should check out while we visit Greece?"

With his attention diverted, Jordan got caught up in a family reunion story Philocetes II, Madora and Herksper were telling.

"And then Uncle Hermes and Uncle Loki decided to team up against Aunt Freya and Aunt Aphrodite!" Phil cried "They replaced all their makeup and clothes with hydra skins and Minator drool. Damn, you should never prank a beauty goddess, never!"

After the story was finished, she and Madora went up to the stage and danced and sang to Madora's mother's famous song, "Won't say I'm in love."

"I wish I could move my hips like that." Madora sighed as she flopped onto one of the couches by the fireplace.

"You were a fine belly dancer for a demigod." Jordan shrugged, "I have more of an advantage after all since I can make my body do whatever I want." She took off her hand, and three extra arms sprouted from her sides in a demonstration. "Belly dancing is hardly a problem."

"Don't you show it. Do it again." Herksper, (Or Herkie as most Auradon Prep students called him since they found his name so hard to do.) suggested with a shining, white smile.

"Oh why not?" Jordan smiled and went to center stage. The bright lights hit her, warming her body all over in a way the her attempted alcohol binge never did. She moved her hips in time to the haunting wail of the snake charmer's Pipe.

She closed her eyes, letting herself go with the motion, but when she opened them, she was struck with a new feeling.

The audience was staring at her every move, they looked entranced and under her power. Gazing at her lovingly. She winked at one, and he stepped backwards in shock.

A surge of confidence went through her. She was in control of the audience's reaction. It was wonderful. They were watching her, only her. They weren't thinking of themselves, just focused on what she was going to do.

She licked her lips, and thought of a song she had heard long ago. Her mom had this huge idea to make an album, back when bands were a thing. But she had gotten bored after three days and abandoned the project. Typical. Nothing was too exciting for long for a genie.

No one had heard the song, but now they would.

She didn't usually sing in public. No big fear, she just felt her talent laid elsewhere. But now, she had them in her hand, and they were going to pay attention to her every word.

"Tell me all your wishes, I'm here to make them true. No need to rub a lamp because I'll take care of you."

She smiled as seductively as she could while dancing across the stage. Each move slow and deliberated, leaving the audience waiting for the next step.

She never felt so exhilarated before. She had total control of how they saw her. They saw her as sexy, beautiful, unattainable, and she was going to milk that feeling for as long as it was worth.

"My new resolution is to trust you. My business to love you until you've had it. I'm not going to miss out on the good stuff. The grass would be so much greener with us on it."

She poofed off the stage to the round of couches where Jonathan, Calix, Madora, Alexandria, Herksper, Phil, and Aziz stared at her in amazement.

"You deserve this." Madora handed her a bottle of sparkling cider.

"Aww I deserve a lot of things, finally someone had the bright idea of actually giving it to me." Jordan smiled.

Calix lightly smacked her on the temple, "Seriously though. That was one great act. Usually you need my help.."

"Shut up." Jordan rolled her eyes at him, "I'll get the next round of drinks, what do you want, guys?" She asked.

"Water" Jonathan, Aziz and Alexandria called.

"Gin on the rocks" Calix requested.

"Wine." Hercules' children asked for.

Jordan strutted to the bar happily, basking in the glances men and women were throwing her way.

"I am pretty. I'm so pretty." Jordan hummed "And witty, and giddy and gay. And I pity anyone who isn't me today."

While she waited for the bartender to get to her orders, a pixie girl and Bacchae sat on her right side.

"So genie girl?" The Bacchae leaned to rest his head on her shoulder, "Wanna get on the grass?"

"Get off me." Jordan shoved him.

"But-but you said you would take care of us." The Bacchae whined with a leer.

"It was a song." Jordan replied, grabbing Calix's order.

"You're still a genie. It's what you do." The pixie girl said, grabbing her shoulder with sharp nails."I know how it works. So where is your lamp?"

"You're right, I am a genie. Not an idiot. I'm not telling you." Jordan poured the glass of gin over the pixie's head.

"Your business is to love us till we had it." The pixie girl mocked, shaking her head like a wet dog.

"Yet I don't trust you." Jordan huffed, taking the rest of the drinks and leaving.

The Bacchae cackled as she stalked off. "Fae these days, don't know what their job is."

Jordan closed her eyes, and tried to push away the thoughts of being tied down away. Once she reached the others, slammed the tray of drinks at the table.

"You'll have to get your gin, Calix. While you're at it, kick out the Bacchae and pixie I poured it on." She pointed at the duo.

Calix got up from his seat, "I can't kick out every person that hits on you, that you don't like." He turned to look at her direction, "I mean it's just- why is he staring at his crotch?"

"Why is the pixie playing with- EWW THIS IS A PUBLIC PLACE!" Alexandria cried

Herksper covered his eyes, "I think I just saw inside of him."

"Alright, I'm kicking them out! They will be banned." Calix lowered his eyes.

"Don't let them touch you." Jonathan grimaced.

"I don't WANT them to touch me, so your warning is a bit unecessary." Calix said before going to talk to the two.

"So that happened." Madora shuddered.

"They can't be our age." Aziz stuck out his tongue in disgust.

"They could be. Shape shifters and fae with disguise spells." Vidia's son, Kyro flew over, eavesdropping on the conversation.

"Like her in mortal clubs." Aziz cocked his head toward Jordan.

"What?' Kyro grinned mischievously, sitting next to her. Most fairies change to their natural fairy size in the club, but some chose to stay mortal size for the sake of not getting squashed.

"I'll explain" Jordan threw a annoyed glare at her adoptive brother, "Biological I'm 17. I act 17, look 17. But if people counted by human years, I'm 21. So when I go to mortal club, and they ask my age I NATURALLY assume they want my mortal age."

They all looked at her dubiously.

"Okay, I know what I'm doing. But you go along with it." Jordan added with a side eyed to Aziz.

"Adult clubs are fun. They have good finger food." Aziz shrugged

"They think you're 21?" Kyro snickered

Jordan shifted her body. Taller, bustier, angular features, she intoned deeply "Believe me now?"

"I can see it." Kyro nodded his head in approval. With that confirmation she changed back to her normal form.

"What are adult clubs like anyway?" Phil asked intrigued

"Basically a bunch of them sit around having tea and crumpets while discussing politics, philosophy and books." Aziz answered.

"And recite poems in their original languages or do opera." Jordan put in.

"Pretentious asses." Kyro snorted

"How's your twin?" Alexandria changed the subject.

"Avari is going out with Azul." He answered, flicking his long black bangs off his eyes.

"Rani's son?" Calix returned to the conversation.

"It's weird, I know." Kyro said

The conversation drifted away from that to new topics until it was 3 in the afternoon.

"We better go." Alexandria muttered, frowning at her watch.

Calix let her and Aziz go out through Circe's office and headed back to party.

Thankfully Aziz's dorm room was empty so she could take one bed while Aziz jumped onto his, and covered his eyes with his textbook.

"I feel super productive." He murmured sarcastically

"How much work?" She asked

"Too much." Aziz threw the book to the floor. "I'll do it after dinner."

Jordan rolled over to her side, "I want to sleep already."

"Do it. No one has seen you at all because you've been studying all weekend."

"I can't." She complained

"The Bacchae and the pixie?" Aziz asked softly

"I think too much. It's nothing." Jordan sighed, "Go do your work. Wake me up when your roommate comes."

Aziz sighed much too overdramatically in her opinion as he got up to sit on the bed she was on, and pushed her onto her stomach.

He started to do back tracings on her. Dammit, he knew she loved tickle massages. She found it so soothing and always made her fall asleep. She would willingly stay still forever if there was someone giving her one.

"Aziz, please, I'm fine. You don't have to help me go to sleep." Jordan murmured

"Let me. Think of it as you're helping me procrastinate in doing a half-hearted job on my French homework." Aziz told her

"When you put it that way..." Jordan closed her eyes.

Author's Note: Another chapter done, I hope you enjoyed. It's a nice breather chapter, isn't it? Go thank screamingeternally for that. She was the one who reminded me that not every chapter has to be full of angst.

Anyway the song, is "Good Stuff" by Shakira.

The little hummed tune was "I feel pretty" from West Side Story.

I'm sure, everyone can guess what musical inspired my club name choice ;)

I put a lot of Descendants characters of Disney people I like. Attina, Milo, Rani, etc. That was fun.

And if anyone is wondering or if a name nerd like me, Avari was inspired by Avarice. As Vidia had been inspired by Invidia.

Kyro inspired by Kyto, the dragon Vidia fell in love with in the books.

[ladywinterwitch]

The True Beauty

Pairing: Skinny!/Super soldier!* Steve Rogers X Reader 

Summary: Y/N and Steve Rogers have one thing in common: they don’t fit in society because of their looks. One evening they will find in each other the perfect dance partner, falling in love. But what will happen when Steve becomes Captain America and is away from home and surrounded by pretty, skinny, girls? 

Warnings: 40’s society, low self esteem, both Steve and reader have insecurity issues, some innuendos, fluff and more fluff. 

Word Count: 6303

A/n: I know that the ideal woman shape in the mid 40’s was actually with some curves, so when I describe the reader I imagine someone with a few punds more than the average, that’s all. There’s a bit of a POV swich between Steve and the reader. *Y’all will understand that later. Pre-Serum Steve was SO pretty tho.

Bucky and Steve were headed to one of the most popualr ballrooms of Brooklyn, the early evening already chilly and quite dark.

-C'mon punk, it’ll be fun. Let yourself go every once in a while, will ya?- the tall brunette gave the small one a pat on the back, not too harsh, or it would’ve probably hurt his fragile figure.

-It’s easy for you to talk. ‘Mr. James Buchanan Barnes, people call me Bucky but for you I’m darlin’’.- Steve mocked him by raising his chin and deepening his voice.

-Aw c'mon.- he laughed a bit, -If anything, you could learn a thing or two, it always works.- he shrugs and fixes his own tie before stepping inside. He gave a charming smile to the coats lady and just went straight inside the ballroom, not really having anything to drop off. The both of them were wearing simple suits, Bucky a dark blue, and Steve a light brown , same pale gray tie and white shirt.

The jazz live music coming from the playing band on stage filled the large room. There were a lot of lights, but they were soft and not too blinding. The tables and dancefloor filled with joyful people.

Steve followed his best friend in between the crowd towards the drink and buffet table. With a little difficulty they finally reached it and the brunette quickly asked for two glasses of malt liquor. The old man handed each their drink and Steve swallowed a large gulp then grimaced at the burn. Bucky chuckled and took a little sip.

-Easy there, pal. Don’t want your stomach to give in before the end of the night don’t cha?- the small one glared at him but followed without question when he lead him near the seats in which there was a group of girls just giggling and looking around, probably waiting for a partner to dance. There were four, but just as they got closer, three of them were asked to dance, leaving only a girl standing.

Bucky approached her without any problem, the girl, a nice blonde, already smitten for his charming behaviour. He took her hand delicately leading her to the dancefloor. He turned his head for a split second, cocking his head towards the rest of the free girls and mouthing a ’Go’ to his best friend. Steve puffed out a breath and stuffed his skinny hands in his suit’s pockets, looking around uncomfortably. A few girls were at the other end of the room laughing and talking to each other, and another one was lonely in the middle.

Steve let his gaze linger a bit longer on the lonely one, not only because he was certain that the small group would’ve probably laughed at him just for even getting closer, but also because there was something about her posture, her expression that made the man’s heart shrink a bit.

She looked kinda lost and not at ease, just like him. He thought about it for a moment, then mumbled to himself 'the worst that can happen is that she’ll run away’ and started to walk towards her. He didn’t really wanted to dance, but for some reason he felt that the girl could’ve appreciate a little company.

The girl’s head turned to his standing figure, her soft and perfectly styled waves, typical of the time, bouncing slightly. Steve looked down at her and actually realized that he could spot some of her promiment cleavage from where he was standing, her sweetheart neckline not helping. He blushed and forced himself to look her in the eyes, finding out that she was already gazing at him with curious and almost confused eyes. She had beautiful, crystal-like eyes, plump lips and and a cute little nose.

She was actually stunning. Steve recomposed himself quickly and gave her a small nervous smile.

-Is this seat taken?- he pointed at the chair next to hers and she shook her head. He sat down and then there were a few moments of silence. He cleared his throat and took a little courage.

-I’m Steve Rogers.- he blurted out and the girl turned again to him a little surprised, then she stared down at his hand and carefully shook it a couple times.

-Y/n y/l/n.- she responded with a sweet voice imitating him. He smiled sheepishly and nodded slightly.

-Pleasure. Why aren’t you dancing, if-if I may ask..- he started off well but then stumbled a little at the end. Y/n chuckled a little and Steve was now undecided between which was sweeter, her voice or her laugh.

Her reaction made him relax a bit as he waited for her response. Her laugh faded when she answered.

-Well, if I’m being honest, I didn’t even want to come in the first place. My friend practically dragged me, and then abandoned me.- she confessed with a tight smile playing on her lips.

-Oh, you don’t know how much I understand.- he rolled his eyes dramatically and that made her giggle again. He then turned a little on his right and pointed discreetly at Bucky, who was making the pretty girl from before twirl.

-See that punk in the blue suit?- she narrowed her eyes a bit and then nodded.

-With the girl in the yellow dress?- Steve nodded back.

-That’s my pal, Bucky. That’s his fault. But I know he means good.-

-Mmh. Not a lover of clubs either are you?- she asked. Steve shrugged.

-I actually like dancing. I don’t particularly enjoy people though. Sometimes they are…too judgemental.- he responded honestly. He knew that that could make the wrong impression, but at this point he had given up. Also, he kinda felt that she could’ve understood him.

-I agree, sadly.- y/n said with a bit of disappointment. Steve gave her a sympathethic smile.

-

They then decided to drown their bitterness with other bitterness; alchol. They had a few drinks and kept talking about various things, and after about two hours the dizziness was becoming rather obvious.

-Alright, wanna know the real reason I’m not dancing like every other girl in the room?- she whispered, like she wanted to tell a secret. Steve, that was handling the liquor much better, nodded trying to restrain an amused smile. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glossy, but she was just a little light headed, not straight up drunk. Steve would’ve stopped her before in that case.

-No one asked me. It never happened, you know unsless my mother not that subtly forced someoner at some stupid fancy parties. Can’t really blame ‘em, I mean, look at me.- she said moving her hand towards her figure, then gazing away. But the blonde man saw the look in her eyes. He saw the rejection, the shame, the sadness. He knew them all too well, and it made his heart break seeing such a wonderful and beautiful girl saying such things about herself.

Yeah, she had a few extra pounds in comparison to the other girls, and what about it? Steve had known her for the briefest time and was already smitten, if he said so himself. She was funny, sweet, smart, witty and damn beautiful. He decided that she wouln’t have felt like that anymore. So he stood up and offered her his hand. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

-Care for a dance, doll? I know I’m no magazine model, but if you’ll have me..- he left the phrase hanging, not really knowing how to end it. He what? He wouldn’t have blamed her if she said no. She may have had a few extra pounds as a 'flaw’, but she was still beautiful. He, on the other hand, was everything that a man wouln’t want to be; terribly skinny, no muscles, a little shorter than average, skin pale as the moon, ill every few weeks.

She smiled sweetly and took his hand, raising up. Steve’s heart swelled with joy as she followed him on the dancefloor. A slow jazz song began, he put one of his hands on her waist, and the other interwined with one of hers, her other hand on his shoulder.

They locked eyes, and after a while he pressed her a little closer to his chest. He was just about a couple of centimeters taller than her. Perfect.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, surprising the man a little. He grinned and continued to craddle her in his arms. Suddenly he saw his best friend coming inside from the main entrance, without the girl.

His previously perfectly slicked hair had now some strands coming down on the side, his suit’s jacket buttons open and his tie almost unnoticeably loosened.

He seemed to look for something, and apparently that something was Steve, because his eyes stopped on him. At first they widened a bit, then he smiled, a real happy-for-you smile. He nodded his head in approval and Steve looked at him with a tight smile, raising an eyebrow.

Bucky got the memo and shrugged with a fake innocent look on his face, then procedeed towards the drink area. Y/n raised her head to look at him, the sweet lopsided smile still graced her features. The blonde gave her one of his own. They were very close to each other, almost too much.

A few notes after the song ended and a more lively one began. They shared a look and silently agreed that it was time to go home. Steve kept her hand in his as he lead her out of the crowd of dancers.

-Thankyou Steve.- she said suddenly. He stopped in his tracks and smiled fondly at her.

-Thank you, doll. And one thing: you are stunning, alright? You really are. And if those idiots don’t see that, it’s their loss.- she blushed furiously at the compliment, already red from the light dizziness. She looked down, grinning.

Steve realized that he was staring at her, and shook his head slightly getting his mind out o fthe gutter. Bucky watching everything form afar, a smirk hidden behind the glass of liquor. The blonde saw him and started walking towards him.

-C'mon, I want you to meet someone.- her hand still in his.

-Y/n, this is my pal, James Barnes. Bucky, she’s y/n y/l/n.- he introduced the two of you. Bucky put down the glass and offered his hand, she took it.

-It’s a pleasure Y/n. Please, call me Bucky. It’s nice to see that this punk finally decided to ask a pretty girl for a dance.- he joked winking. Steve huffed shaking his head.

-Pleasure’s all mine, Bucky. And yeah, well, let’s say they we saved each other’s evening.- she gave his dance partner a side glance and a smart smile, making his heart flutter.

-That’s nice to hear.- the brunette nodded with honest happiness in his eyes. They already liked each other.

-

Steve and Bucky ended up walking Y/n home, together simply because they were headed in the same direction. They made small talk on the way, her arm under Steve’s.

When they reched her home Bucky said his goodnights and stayed a few feet away from the two as they were saluting each other.

-This is me.- she said stepping in front of the door, keys in hand. Steve had his hands in his pockets, not really sure on what to do now.

-Thank you again for the amazing night, hope I didn’t did too bad on the dancefloor.- she chuckled.

-You weren’t bad at all. And thank you, for everything.- Y/n said a bit more serious, and he didn’t have to ask what was she referring to, so he just smiled a little.

She bit the inside of the cheek and then leaned closer to press a sweet kiss on Steve’s cheek. He didn’t quite expect it so his eyes widened a little making her giggle while she opened the door.

-Goodnight Steve, don’t forget to call.-

-I won’t, doll.- she closed the door. -I definetely won’t.-

-

And that’s what happened. He called her just the day after, asking her is she wanted to go for a walk. Then on the following two weeks the calls became more frequent, like the dates. They would go out for a walk, for a picnic, dancing with Bucky and the random girl of the night, at lunch and brunch.

Until the war exploded and men were called at the front. Steve had tried countless times to get himself in, but he was always denied because of his heath problems and his fragile structure. That made him upset, but made Y/n grateful, because she was already so in love that she couln’t bare the thought of him going away or getting hurt. They would have little fights, but then they would always make up right after, usually followed by a very heated make out session. They haven’t took the sex step yet, Steve wanted to wait for a possible wedding and in all honesty Y/n still had her insicurities to face.

Then a month later Bucky got shipped and Steve’s mood got worse. They would spend more time together, often she would stay at his place even for a few days, a little lie she told her parents that believed her on vacation with some friend of hers. They alredy knew Steve, his father went to school with his mother Sarah, and were really sad to hear of her passing a few years prior. They often invited him to dinner, and for Y/n that was already a good sign, but she honestly didn’t know if they could’ve ignore the fact that he wasn’t wealthy. In any case she was sure that she would’ve married him, parents blessing or not.

Then one day the impossible happened. Steve had been accepted for training in the army. He would’ve been in New York still, but she knew that that was just the first part. Sooner or later they woul’ve shipped him too. He was at the camp every day, so they couldn’t see each other anymore. But he would call every chance they could.

Not even a month later he told her that he volounteered for a new serum that needed human testing, he didn’t knew anything, but he trusted said dr. Erskine. She got mad, really, really mad. He called him crazy, naive and reckless. He din’t got angry at her, he couln’t. Also, he knew that her anger derived from worry about his wellbeing. So he just said to her to not worry too much and that he loved her.

She cried and cried and broke a quite expensive vase for the frustration. Her parents weren’t happy about that, but she couldn’t care less.

She didn’t know about Hydra, the super soldier project and why Erskine choosed him. But she woul’ve understood soon.

-

Steve was confused, angry and sad. But he also felt better than ever. His eyesight and hearing were almost inhumanly perfect, he was much taller, he didn’t have troubles running, his reflexes were amazing, breathing normally. He was built like a wardrobe, his arms, legs, shoulders and back as well as the rest of his body was toned. His face more structured. It had been extremely painful, but worth it. Or was it? The doubt crossed his mind after the murder of dr.Erskine. The one who believed in him and choose him for the most important task in the world.

After the eventful morning and all the blood samples that he had to give, he just wanted one thing: you. He needed to see you, to be held in your arms, your sweet reassuring. Almost two months have gone without seeing you by now. In that moment more than a desire it had become a necessity.

So he went to Peggy directly and said that he wanted to see you, she miracolously agreed and went to go pick you up herself, not trusting anyone after what happened with Erskine. The only condition to which she agreed to to it was that Steve assured her that you would’ve kept the informations to yourself, and that he would give you just the bare minimum of them.

He got changed in military light brown pants and jacket that he left open, a White tee under and his dog tags around his neck.

He waited for about half an hour, walking back and forth in the small room that they had assigned him. It was pretty blank, just a queen sized bed, a dark wood wardrobe and a full lenght mirror. A small door leading to an equally small bathroom.Then a knock on his door made him turn his head quickly.

-Come in.- the door opened and Peggy stepped aside, but still remained at the door’s entrance.

-Go on, dear.- she talked sweetly to someone. And that someone was y/n. She walked timidly forward, giving a small nod to the brunette. The agent just smiled and walked away. Then she finally looked up. Her eyes went wide, plump mouth slighty ajar and her little purse fell from her hand.

-S-steve?- she said breathless, one hand placed on her upper stomach, in shock.

Steve had on his face a look that resembled the one of a sad puppy’s, even though he definitely was bigger. He took a few steps towards her, but when he reached out to touch her hand she instinctively stepped back. The door still open. Steve swallowed the hurt that it caused and talked to her carefully.

-Y/n, doll, please….Come in, take a sit. I promise I can explain.- he said with a pleading tone. She was still shocked, but did as she was told, sitting on the bed, straight and stiff. Steve went to her, squatting, their eyes locked for the first time.

-I know that it seems impossible, it’s a shock. Hell, even I haven’t adjusted yet. Mainly because it was just this morning, but.- he sighed. Her brows slightly furrowed, her gaze interested. Steve was just starting to talk again, but she raised her hand to reach his face, caressing with her fingertips his temple, cheekbone, cheek, jaw. Then she brushed her thumb over his full lips and he closed his eyes in relief.

-It’s really you.- she whispered. He smiled, a little moved, and nodded. She sighed loudly and wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his around her thick waist and they hugged for a while. The super soldier could feel her quiet sobs, while he stroked her back reassuringly. After a few minutes she parted from him, sniffling a bit, reching for her purse.

-Now you’re gonna explain how in lord’s name this happened in two days.-

-

Steve explained everything about the serum, Howard Stark, the super soldier project. He even didn’t go too much into details and avoided talking baout Hydra. She listened to him intently the whole time, their hands interwined. At some point he got overwhelmed thinking about Erskine and she held his head to her chest. They remained like that for a while, just holding each other and cuddling.

-You know what, I loved you before, but now you’re definetly a very much more comfortable pillow.- she smirked looking up at him. He chuckled, glad that they were back as they were and that now he wouln’t have to face everything alone.

She rose up from the bed, going in front of the full lenght mirror, adjusting the crinkles in her suit jacket and matching pencil skirt, both a deep crimson. Steve stared at her while she was fixing her make up, a little smeared from crying and kissing, and her curles. Suddenly she stopped, locking eyes with him trough the mirror and smirking.

-Enjoying the view?- he got up from the bed and walked to her, his hands resting on your hips, pressing himself to her back.

-Always. And by the record, that skirt does really compliment your ass.- their eyes still on each other’s thanks to the reflection. She dropped her gaze, a small blush forming on her cheeks.

They suddenly found themselves looking at their reflection. It was more proportioned now. Before, he was just a few centimetres taller, now her head barely reached his shoulder. His big and strong arms wrapped her figure completely.

-If anything, now I’m more appropriate for you.- he smiled, trying to hide his sadness. She remained serious, turning to cup his face.

-Look at me, Steve. You’ve changed, it’s true. You’re better now because you don’t have any more health issues, and all the other pretty advantages. But that’s just it.You were perfect just they way you were before. For me, you’ll always be. All sizes, heights, mucles or not. Got it?- he looked at you with love, a small smile playing on his lips.

-Yes ma'am.- she gave in and smiled on her own.

-Good, now shut up and kiss me.- but as soon as their lips touched, a knock interrupted them. A sigh escaped Steve’s lips as he gave permission to come in. Colonel Chester Phillips appeared at the doorstep.

-Sorry to interrupt your…reunion. But we need mr. Rogers to discuss a few things. Ma'am.- the super soldier delicately released his grip from her waist and did the military salute.

-I’ll be right there, colonel, sir.- the man nodded at Y/n and left them alone.

-That’s the colonel of my unit, Phillips. I’m sorry I have to go.- he apologized sadly. She shook her head and gave him a kiss.

-It’s your duty. Go, I’m sure I’ll get info on what to do from agent Carter.-

They stepped out together and saw that, in fact, Peggy was already wainting for her. They shared one last gaze and then parted directions.

Peggy accompanied her on the way home, along with a driver, and explained to her that all the informations Steve gave her musn’t be shared. She promised her that it’s not her intention to share anything, and asked when will she be able to see Steve again.

Peggy responded that she was free to call whenever she wanted, but that for a couple days they would’ve been busy organizing some things. She dropped her off saying goodbye.

-

She kept calling for five days, and not a single time you talked to Steve. They always told you that he was busy, or that he had a conference, he was training, or something else. Apparently everything was more important than you.

Then, on a Friday, the announcement. The president of the United States presented the new national hero, a real soldier: Captain America. You saw the entire speech at one of Brooklyn’s local theaters. There was Steve, on an almost too decorated stage, ridiculus tights on , his torso covered with red and white stripes, a big white star on his chest in blue background, red boots and gloves and a blue hood with an A at the front.

He was holding a strangely shaped shield that looked pretty cheap and ugly. But the ugliest thing of them all? The way that the presenter introduced him and told him to say obvious fake catchphrases. The poor man was embarassed and didn’t really knew how to act, even if he had been instructed specifically on his script before the beggining of the parade.

She could read it in his body language and voice, his face half covered by the awful hood. She felt sorry for him, but also kinda angry. That buffoonery was the reason he didn’t have time to talk to her? To get misurements, get awfully fake props and to get ready a painfully awkward script? Apparently yes.

But the public seemed to be hyped up by his new figure, especially when a national tour announced. Then the president stepped aside and a group of twenty or so girls, all strictly skinny and beautiful, dressed with a very revealing dress and mini skirt that resembled the captain’s colours, began to sing. The star spangled man with a plan, they sang. And all that Steve had to do was walk, do a military salute, punch an Hilter stunt and look pretty.

Th exhibition ended and two girls wrapped an arm around Steve’s torso, each kissing his cheek and grinning like that was the best day of their life. He was smiling too.

She couln’t bear it anymore and ran out of the room, the sunlight blinding her a bit in contrast with the theare’s dark room, her tears of disappointment, anger and shame spilling uncontrollably from her eyes.

-

Steve finally finished his third show of the day, and literally ran to his changing room. He locked himself in, begging for a little privacy. On the last week so many people had been surrounding him, he couln’t take it anymore. And the only one that he actually wanted to see, didn’t even call him.

He thought for a second and then decided to change into normal chlothes and quickly leave a note, saying that he needed some time for himself. After putting on a hat, low on his face, he exited the room and walked nonchalantly towards the theatre emergency exit. Then took a cab and told the driver y/n’s address.

The cab left him right in front of the house. He stepped out and went to ring at the door. It opened, revealing Y/n’s father. Oh, just perfect, he thought.

-Yes?- he said with a stern tone.

-I’m Steven Rogers, I’d like to talk with your daughter, please.- he decided to tell the truth and the man’s eyes almost got out of his head.

-Steven? What the hell happened to you?- he laughed giving him a pat on the back, inviting him to come in. -The army really does miracles! Wait, I’ll get her for ya.- he kept on talking, then stepping up the staircase.

A few minutes later y/n’d dad came back down. Steve, which had been sitting on the couch, stood up quickly.

-I’m sorry, son, my daughter doesn’t want to see you.- Steve was dumbfounded. He didn’t understand..

-Why?- he asked without thinking.

-Didn’t tell. But let’s not lie to each other, Steven, it had to happen sooner or later. Best luck for the army, get our country proud mh?- he lead him to to door and gave him another annoying pat on the back. Before Steve could ask what did he mean by ‘it had to happen’, the door was slammed behind him. He genuinely thought that her parents liked him. 

In any case that was the last of his worries. What he really needed and wanted to know was why his girlfriend, his best girl, his y/n didn’t want to see him. 

He walked away from the porch and thught quickly, deciding in the end to climb up her window, which wasn’t that high, and had an iron ladder next to it for the roof.

He looked around and nonchalantly started to go up, and when he reached it, he knocked twice. A very confused y/n pulled the white lace curtain aside. 

When she saw his face she almost got a heart attack. Her mouth opened and her brows furruwed in outraged expression. Steve really tried to not think that that was cute but he couldn’t. She snapped the handle and the window opened inside her tastefully decorated room. 

-What in God’s name are you doing?!- she whisper yelled. Steve smirked.

-Hi doll.- she rolled her eyes -Go away Steve.- and was about to close the window door, but he stopped her.

-Wait, why? Your dad said that you didn’t want to see me. And also that were would’ve been over sooner or later or something like that. Are we broken up and I didn’t knew that?- he asked confused. She waited for a moment, then sighed.

-Come in. And lower your voice.- your voice firm, efficient. Steve began to feel less at ease. He entered the room, then closing the window behind him. 

-What’s happening y/n?- he asked again, softly. She had her arms crossed under her breasts, a night gown on. The transparence and the way that her gesture pushed up her chest was getting him quite distracted. Her hair loose and just soft waves present instead of the perfectly styled curls. It was actually pretty late in the evening, in about two hours it would’ve been bed time.

-Why don’t you tell me, uh? Also,nice of you to show up. After a whole damn week.- she said coldly. He furrowed.

-I haven’t had much time, I- a bitter laugh interrupted him.

-Oh, I saw. Captain America huh? The new national hero, who’ll go on tour around the world, and has every girl at his mercy.- she was looking directly at him, her expression a mixture of disappointment and irony. -You had the time to do all that stuff, and not even a minute, in a whole week to call or even respond for all that’s worth… I don’t know Steve, what am I? Certainly not your girlfriend.- you stopped talking whenyou felt your throat starting to sting. 

-First of all, I didn’t choose it, alright? I wanted to go serve my damn country, that’s all I wanted, for God’s sake! I saw the faces of the people. They were happy, excited. If I can help with that, the propaganda, or even in the slightest, I’ll do it. They choose me, they gave me a job and I’m not going to abandon them.- he responded firmly. He saw hurt in her eyes and he felt guilty. His own gaze softened a bit.

-And I know that I didn’t call, I’m sorry for that. But neither did you.- her eyes widened in shock and her mouth produced a sound that was halfway form a gasp and a laugh.

-Are you being serious right now? I didn’t call? Then who was the poor deluded idiot that called every day of the week for five damn times? Uh?- she started to yell but then paused and finished the sentence with a normal volume, not wanting her parents to hear. She bit her lip, shaking her head to the ground. 

-Actually, no. The last two days I gave up. Getting the memo that you were probabily too busy to dedicate a few minutes to me. I would’ve come, but I was told that I wasn’t allowed and in any case I wouln’t have known the address.- she spoke softly the last words. Steve shook his head, more confused than ever.

-You called? Nobody ever told me anything…I- I wasn’t even allowed to be near a phone. Didn’t have time. But I swear, I din’t know that. I would’ve answered every time, hell, if they’d let me I would’ve come straight to you. I missed you like crazy.- his brows knitted in an apologetic expression. -And if you refer to the girls from the show, that kiss…I didn’t knew that either. I told them not to do that again, actually. And even then, it’s just a stupid show. You’re my best girl, my darling. And I love you.- a few tears ran down her cheeks.

-I don’t know if I believe you, Steve.- she whispered. He shook his head with sincere eyes getting closer. 

-No, no, no darlin’ please don’t do that. I swear to what I cherish the most on earth I didn’t knew a thing. It was foolish of me to not have done something more, but I promise you that it wasn’t my intention. I would never hurt you on purpose, please, believe me.- she bit her lip trying to contain her sobs. 

-Y-you’re not lying to me?- her expression broke his heart. At that point he closed his arms around you. You let out a few more sobs while he caressed your back soothingly.

-Shh, doll. I’m sorry, so sorry. I promise that I’ll give those assholes a piece of my mind when I get back.- at those words her head snapped up.

-You’re really leaving me again?- her eyes were so sad that made Steve’s heart shatter.

-Darlin’, I have to go back. But that doesn’t mean I’m leaving you. What I mean is that something like this will never happen again. I will make sure to have a private phone with a private number. I wish I could do more, live with you, stay near.- he nuzzled her cheek with his nose.

-But I’ll be travelling all the time, even in war places. I want you here, safe. Will you wait for me?- he asked, one hand on her cheek. She sighed then nodded, covering his hand with hers.

-Obviously I will.-

-

Three months. Three months that she didn’t feel his lips to hers. His hands touching her. His deep voice soothing her. His laugh. Three months of only calls. They would hear each other more often when he was in America, while in Europe, it became more difficult. Mostly because of the war zones and the time differences

She would go to see him in theatres when new footage arrived. The same stupid show, same song, same dancers. The second time she went to see him, she smirked when she saw that there were no kisses anymore. At least she could’ve gripped to that little gesture and Steve’s love. It wasn’t easy, not having him near.

There have been a few rumors of him hooking up with some dancers, some actresses. But when she asked him, he always assured that they were lies, just to make news. He was indeed a very good headline, being the most popular person in America, but the awful insicure feeling never really left her.

After that mess with the calls she actually wondered why they decided to keep him away from her. At first she thought that maybe it was really a matter of lack of time, but then she realized that it was bullshit. They certainly had been busy, but she didn’t think that he didn’t have the time to rest, sleep or even just breathe.

Also, they allowed the calls, but it was never announced that he had a girlfriend. They never did anything to stop the rumors, they first added the flirty kisses to the show, put him among a group of pretty girls basically every night.

Oh, and wouln’t America just drool over the country’s most popular guy even more, if he had a sweetheart? Probably yes, but the sweetheart in question was curvy and not rich. This thought, this demon inside her head, made her even more insicure about herself.

And what about her parents? They were just the cherry on top. 'Oh dear, you should move on, like he did’, 'Another country, another girl!’, 'Don’t be deluded honey, he’ll probably marry a rich actress before the end of that damn tour’.

The last call she recieved was from Azzano, Italy a few days prior. She wasn’t particularly worried, a few days of pause weren’t strange. So she was even more surprised when her mother came running to her with the news that Captain America in person went alone from Azzano to Austria and helped saving the imprisoned soldiers of the 107th regiment. The plate that she was drying slipped from her grip and broke into the sink but she didn’t care, instead she took off her apron and ran out to find the streets already full with joyous people that acclaimed his name.

-Where is everyone going?- she asked a Young boy.

-To see Captain America, in Times Square!- he exclaimed running away with an American flag in his hands.

She decided to follow the parade, considering that a cab would’ve been a bad idea with all those people. Suddenly a car stopped not far from her, and Colonel Phillips got out, walking towards her. She stopped and waited for him, wanting to ask about Steve, but he shushed her and got her in the car.

He assured her that he was safe, and he was just doing him a favor. He also mentioned how brave, but also stubborn, he was. She smiled, couln’t be more in agreement.

After a little traffic they stopped in front of a bar. He turned to her and gave her a small smile, she nodded and thanked him. Y/n stepped into the bar, full of people cheering.

-Doll?- she turned towards the voice. Steve, in green military uniform, completetly safe, was there. She sighed in relief and ran to him. They hugged and he picked her up, kissing her and making her spin a few times. Then he lead her at the back of the bar, where there was another room, more private with just a couple of tables. Some soldiers were laughing with their beers in hand. Then she spotted a familiar face and grinned from ear to ear.

-Bucky?- she asked. The brunette’s attention was caught and he smirked raising up.

-Long time no see Y/n.- she ran to hug him too and he chuckled, squeezing her.

-I’m happy to see you too. Tell me, how many tears did Brooklyn ladies cry while I was away?- he asked smugly. She rolled her eyes but played along.

-Oh, so many. The streets were rivers, believe me.- he laughed shaking his head. Then her attention was back to Steve. A sweet smile was playing on his lips while he watched her. She reciprocated the smile and went to sit with him on a bench a few feet away.

-I’m so proud of you. What you did was…stupid. But brave, so damn brave. I love you Steve Rogers.- she said kissing him. He moaned softly against her lips.

-I missed you like crazy, doll. Couldn’t bare to stay away from you one more day.-

-So…no hot actresses? Or dancers?- your tone was sheepish. He huffed.

-Absolutely not. Why would I want them, when I have my best girl at home?- he smiled kissing her forehead. Her smile dropped.

-Yeah, why would you?- it was so low that she wasn’t sure he had heard her, but he did, and very clearly thanks to his enchaced earing. He put two fingers under her chin.

-Hey. None of that. You’re stunning. For me, you’re better than any model, or dancer or actress or whatever. Because you’re you.- she blushed a little, smiling.

-Also, you’re sexy as hell darlin’. Have I told you that that dress makes your ass look amazing?- he teased and she slapped him lightly on the chest.

-You dirty boy! The war did really make you bolder mh?- she laughed a little bitig her lip. He raised an eyebrow..

-You don’t like it?- he smirked, leaning closer. You locked gazes.

-I love it.- you responded kissing him deeply.

Love me some Steve. Hope you liked it ;)

[skywillsometimeswrite]

Where are you going to put the ring?

Read it on AO3

Grif and Simmons are kidnapped by aliens after a communication error goes wrong. The crew goes to find them and Tucker hatches a plan to finally end years of pining.

Simmons woke up in a cold sweat, which, of course, was nothing new to him, but this time it was warranted as he was laying in what looked like an asylum room minus the padding. Hard, almost blinding tile covered the walls, ceiling, and floor and seemed to be radiating their own light as well, even though he couldn’t feel any heat. There was nothing particular that stood out to him but it was unnerving all the same.

He tried to recall exactly what had happened before -- there has been a large beam of light from one of the alien temples on Chorus after Tucker had unlocked it with his sword, he remembered. It was only after Santa had told them it was distress temple and they just called the nearest Sangheili to them did they panic. Why that was kept separate from the Communication’s Temple didn’t make any sense, but alien logic, he guessed, was different. They had all stayed at the temple overnight to try and convince the aliens it was an accident and they should leave, and of course, Grif got hungry and had to wander off. And then Simmons had to go after him and then there was a ship and large blue bodies that seemed all too familiar and-

“Grif!” Simmons panicked, looking around the room for the first time and, luckily, spotted the orange armor. He scrambled over to him, urgently shaking him, but his panic only grew worse when no response came to him. “Grif?”

A new fear flooded his body. What if the aliens had been too rough with him? What if he had been enough of a smart ass and they killed him and left him here as a warning for Simmons-

And then there was the tell-tale sound of snoring and a second later the sound of armor hitting armor as Simmons punched Grif’s helmet.

“You lazy piece of shit! You scared me!” He sighed, allowing himself to relax a fraction now that he knew his teammate was just being his usual self. A bit of familiarity was good in this situation, he guessed. He sat back, hugged his knees, and watched the now noticeable rise and fall of Grif’s chest under the suit. He did it sometimes when he couldn’t sleep -- it was oddly relaxing. He almost felt his own eyes drooping at the rhythmic sight and quickly shook his head to clear the cobwebs invading his mind. He nudged Grif with his foot. “Wake up, Grif. We gotta find a way out of here.”

Maybe they didn’t, though. The guys surely had noticed they were missing by now, right? They had to have seen the ship take off. They were looking for a way to get them back as the sat here waiting.

Were they moving? Simmons didn’t feel any movement but he knew some spaceships had that effect, especially if they were towards the middle.

He barely stifled a whine as he shook Grif this time. “Come on, Grif. W-We don't have time for this.” He was replied to with a loud snore. He was over this -- he stood up and gave a firm, but not too rough, kick to the side of Grif’s armor.

There was a small whimper as Grif’s arms moved to hold the assaulted spot, turning to face away from Simmons. “Let me sleep dammit.” He groaned.

“We don’t have time to sleep!”

“I don’t care if Sarge wants to run stupid drills. I want sleep.” Grif huffed before snoring again a few seconds later.

Simmons was about to kick him again when a panel in the wall opened up on his left. He froze, one foot in the air as he stared at the hole in the white light that surrounded them, finding a red and green alien staring at them. He yelped, losing his balance and falling to the floor with a thump.

The two creatures dragged their feet towards them, blarghing and honking all the way. Simmons was silent as the green one towered over him -- if he had sweat glands he was pretty sure there would be a pool by now.  He didn’t dare break eye contact with it until its own head turned towards a questioning honk. The red one stood over the unmoving Grif, blarghing at him but with no response. He barely rendered what he saw before he moved -- watching the red claw-like limb move quickly down towards Grif’s head. Simmons was quicker than he remembered being because there wasn’t any sound of a head being crushed but instead metal bending, wires snapping, and the sound of kevlar suit ripping as his vision turned dark.

 Simmons was really glad he couldn’t feel pain in his cyborg parts.

“Simmons?”

Grif’s voice was actually rather comforting, and he slowly opened his right eye to look up at his teammate’s worried face, both of them now helmetless. He struggled to sit up, having trouble pinpointing exactly why that was until he saw a piece of maroon armor sitting on the floor a few feet away from them. An entire limb of maroon armor, actually.

He feels like he should have screamed, but instead, he just looked down at his shoulder, some wires tied together that Grif must have done in an effort to help him, and then back at the missing limb before looking at Grif again. “Are you okay?”

Grif looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. “Am I okay? Dude! You’re missing your fucking arm!”

“It’s not like I can feel it. You were the one almost getting your head banged in by an alien claw!”

“You are waaay too fucking calm,” Grif muttered to himself after a few more seconds of staring at his friend. “Did they hit your head instead? Since when do you care if my head gets bashed in or not?”

Simmons opened his mouth only to close it a second later, looking down at the tangled mess of wires again, an orange and maroon one fittingly tied together. “Sarge can fix it. And Dr. Grey can make sure he doesn’t fuck it up.”

Grif sighed, settling back up against one of the walls. “I never thought I’d be asking this: but where the fuck even is Sarge? If it was just me I’d expect him to convince them to leave me with the weird fuckers, but you’re here, too.”

Simmons felt like protesting but his head was still too blurry to even properly register what Grif had said.  He just slouched in on himself and stared at his right arm, blinking with only his organic eye while the other half of his vision was dark and unnerving. Grif was right… They should have found them by now, right? Then where were they?

-----

“Dang nabbit, Simmons! Where in Sam’s hell are ya?”

Sarge banged the control panel of the ship with his fist. Tracking Simmons’ cyborg parts was supposed to be easy! How come, all of a sudden, he was offline?

“I thought you said you had this?” Carolina cooly asked him from behind and he couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated. Damn these Freelancer girls! Always so strong and cool!"

“I do have this, thank you very much! I just gotta find Simmons’ signal, or, if it comes down to it, we can try faxing something to him.”

She sighed, leaving the red leader alone to his frustrations. He just lost half of his team to aliens that might be out for blood -- anyone would be nervous, even if he wouldn’t admit to it. She knew she should have kept a closer eye on Grif, but he had proven sneakier than she had thought. Maybe that training had actually done him some good. Too bad all it did was get him and his teammate kidnapped. And as a result, they were all left to deal with the messy pieces; also known as Donut’s uncontrollable emotions and Sarge’s crazy, life-risking plans. She could almost imagine Grif and Simmons were enjoying the silence for once. Granted, it never would be silence with only those two now would it.

“Dammit, do these idiots ever shut up?”

“I’ve told you before, it’s part of our charm.”

Tucker was leaning against a wall of the ship, with a stupid little smirk on his face that spoke “haha I wasn’t the one to fuck up this time.”

Carolina waited a second for Epsilon to respond with some witty comeback before a heavy realization hit her again for the fifth time that day. “Charm is not how I would put it.”

“I’m sure it’s the way those two are seeing it. Being stuck alone on an alien spaceship with the possibility of certain death? Sounds like the plot to a porno to me: bow-chicka-bow-wow.” When he was met with Carolina’s expressionless (and really tired) face he sighed, pushing off the wall to look at least a little concerned. It was a trick he had learned in countless meetings with Kimball. “They’re fine. If they aren’t fucking yet, I’m sure they’re arguing about some stupid movie or something. They’re tougher than they seem. Especially together. It’s like that cliche where true love prevails or whatever. Simmons has this weird six sense when it comes to Grif and Grif is the only one who can calm Simmons down enough so he isn’t having a panic attack every five seconds and, well, long story short they can handle each other until we find them.” He walked towards her, patting her shoulder as he passed her. “We’re not losing anyone else, okay?” There was an air of sympathy and connection in the quick look he gave her before walking into the control room.

Tucker was greeted with a metal panel flying towards his head which he quickly dodged, letting it hit the wall instead. “What the hell?” He asked as he saw Sarge digging through the ships inner workings.

“Red Sergeant says he is upgrading the ship to find Simmons’ metal-thingy parts!” Caboose answered, as oblivious as ever.

“Somethin’s obviously broken! I can’t track Simmons without the tracking system in proper working order! That just doesn’t make any daggum sense!”  Sarge added, voice muffled by how his head was currently stuck inside the machinery.

“You’re right. It doesn’t.” Tucker sighed, his fucks could not be less here. “Have you tried just looking for the alien ship that took them? They give off a pretty big signal on the radar.”

Sarge’s head popped up into view. “That’s ridiculous! We want the element of surprise!”

“Uh, dude.” Tucker grabbed his sword, activating it and letting its dim blue light demonstrate his point. “We might be able to talk some sense into them.”

It took several more minutes of bickering before Tucker was able to convince the red team leader into closing the hole he made and searching for the alien ship instead, finding the giant within five minutes. The whole crew stood in the cockpit now, surrounding Tucker at the com.

“Do all of you seriously have to stare at me?”

“They’re my men! I deserve to hear from them!”

“They aren’t going to be the ones to answer! You guys aren’t even going to be able to understand the aliens!” Tucker explained. They were lucky he could even understand the aliens after having to learn to talk to Junior. “Ugh, fine. You can stay but don’t say a fucking word, got it?”

Soon after the outgoing call was answered and a series of intimidating blarghs and honks filled the cockpit. Tucker buckled very slightly under the words, he forgot how straightforward this species was. That was until the conversation progressed a little bit.

“He what?” Tucker could feel himself paling a little bit at the thought of Simmons’ arm being ripped off, glancing at Sarge for a moment before quickly staring back down at the com. “Are you sure that was him?”

These mates are very odd.

Tucker had to keep himself from breaking out into laughter. “You- You think they’re-” He quickly composed himself then looked back at an inquisitive Carolina, a smirk growing on his face as his planned form. “They are, we know. Hey, if you let us on this ship we can arrange something with you, okay? I can explain the whole situation in more detail.”

This was going to be the best day ever.

-----

Grif had managed to convince Simmons to rest, propping his back up against the wall while he stayed awake just in case the aliens came back. Whenever he felt himself dozing off he glanced at the severed arm still in the middle of the room and that promptly woke him up. He still couldn’t believe…

He didn’t get to finish his thought as the door slid open, and in walked two figures. One was unexpected.

“Tucker!” Grif scrambled up, trying to wake Simmons up with his foot while never taking his eyes off the alien. “Took you long enough.”

“Oh, hey Grif.” Tucker sounded as relaxed as ever. “Good to see you guys are all in one piece,” he paused, glancing at the floor, “mostly, at least.”

Grif glared at him openly, as he had never bothered to put his helmet back on. Before he had the chance to respond, though, Simmons stumbled up, using Grif as a support as he blinked his eye into focus.

“Tucker?”

“Perfect, he’s up! Now, uh, bad news. We’re getting you out of here but the aliens have a bit of a custom, I guess? It’s kinda like a wrestling match but instead of going up against a two-ton man made of muscle, you’re going up against a two-ton armored monster.”

The two of them stared at the teal soldier, Simmons’ expression blank while Grif looked scared out of his wits and he squeaked: “What?”

“Yeah! It’s like to make sure you’re worthy of freedom or some shit, I don’t know. So, uh, this big guy is going to escort you to the battlefield or something, yeah.” He patted the alien’s back before beginning to back out of the room. “And we’ll be in the background the whole time so make it a good show okay bye.”

“Wait, what?” Grif barely had time to react as the alien picked both him and Simmons up over his shoulder. He weakly pushed against him, trying to wiggle free but to no avail. “Tucker! You fucking asshole!”

They were carried into a large hall deeper into the ship, placed across from each other at one end of it. Looking around, the walls were just as blank as the cell was, the only glaring difference was the lighting and the weapons mounted on the walls. The alien blarghed at them before walking out, and Grif didn’t waste any time in flipping him off as he walked away.

So, what happened now? Did they just wait here for their demise? He really hoped Sarge enjoyed watching him get ripped to shreds.

The answer came soon enough as the door opened again and a growling blue alien walked through, looking like a predator stalking its prey. “Oh, shit...” Grif muttered, glancing at Simmons who looked like he was still half asleep, swaying as he stood there, eye closed. “Simmons?”

He heard claw-like footsteps speeding towards them. Which was a problem in itself but even more so as Grif recognized the alien was making a bee-line for Simmons, who was yet to realize the situation. “Simmons!” Grif acted faster than he usually did, jumping and tackling Simmons out of the way of the charging alien, hearing the thump of the armor ramming the wall.

“Uhm, Grif?” Grif’s eye’s met Simmons’ at only a few inches away from hitting foreheads. “Why are you laying on top of me?”

“Because someone decided to doze off. Not the time to be slacking, Simmons.” Grif scolded as he got up off of his friend, catching sight of the alien’s head still partially stuck in a newly formed dent in the wall.

“Oh, you’re one to talk.” Simmons’s grunted as he struggled to stand up, catching sight of their surroundings for the first time. “Wait, what’s going on?”

“Long story short, Tucker got us wrapped up in some alien ritual or whatever. So that guy is trying to kill us. I think.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah." Grif glanced back at the stumbling Simmons behind him. “Just, try to not fall over, alright?”

“Great plan.” The eye roll was audible. “What are you going to do?”

“Distract him. Grab, like, a gun or something and start shooting.”

“Wait, what? Grif-”

Before he could finish Grif was waving his arms at the now free alien, gaining nothing more than a little glance before the blue monster charged for Simmons again.  What the hell?  He thought as he ran after the alien, jumping on its back and causing it to stumble backwards, sending them both to the ground. “Don’t just stand there, move!” Grif ordered, causing Simmons to yelp and quickly move to one of the weapon-covered walls.

“There aren’t any guns!” He yelled back, panic rising. “I-I don’t know what any of this stuff is!”

Grif rolled away from the alien, getting up just as he did, earning a growl. “Shit. Uh,” he looked behind him, finding more weapons. He grabbed what looked like a glowing staff, blue carvings lighting up as he swung with all his strength onto the head of the alien. Sparks flew as electricity coursed through the alien before he promptly fell to the floor. “That’s handy.”

“Jesus Christ, Grif are you okay?” Simmons was already by his side by the time Grif put the staff back. His organic arm touched his own forearm in what he assumed was a comforting manner.

“Uh, yeah. You doing good?” When Simmons nodded Grif quickly added, “Good because I need someone to cover my duties when we get back to Chorus. I need a month-long nap.”

“Grif!” Came the obligatory, high-pitched response that never failed to make him smile.

-----

They were all finally back on the ship, Simmons and Grif sitting next to each other in the open central space. They had all silently agreed they deserved the rest for the moment being. Sarge had placed a black garbage bag over the hole created by Simmons’ missing arm, claiming it worked in preventing damage until he could properly fix it while Grif had almost fallen asleep when Caboose’s voice broke through the silence.

“So how was the surprise party? Are there any babies?”

Grif cracked only one eye open to look at the blue soldier. “What are you talking about, Caboose?”

“Tucker said you guys were getting married as a surprise!” Simmons was awake now, a faint red covering his the pale side of his face. “That must mean there are babies.”

“Tucker!”

“Not my fault, dude! It was the perfect opportunity to end, like, fifteen years of sexual tension between you two. Don’t worry, Donut’s already setting up the honeymoon.”

“How did you even-”

“The Sangheili already thought you guys were fucking, just like everyone else does. I just talked them into a wedding ceremony.” The fucker looked so proud of himself.

“That wasn’t a wedding, that was a set up to fucking kill us, jackass!” Grif looked about ready to strangle Tucker, which, Simmons was okay with right now.

“That’s their wedding customs. Two males have to fight over the female and whoever comes out on top gets to keep her. Just be glad I talked them down to just that part -- the rest would have gotten real uncomfortable, real quick.”

Simmons just covered his face as best as he could with one hand, listening to Grif and Tucker argue back and forth. They were never going to hear the end of this. Then again, maybe that was a good thing. If Tucker followed through with that honeymoon promise, maybe they could get a vacation that didn’t involve nearly dying every other day. Soon enough, he pushed Grif back into his seat. “Just give it up, Grif.”

“Yeah, listen to your husband, Grif. Accept it and thank me later.”

There wasn’t a moment of quiet for the next few hours, but Simmons managed to sleep through most of it, head on Grif’s shoulder the entire way home.

[nad-zeta]

Matchup ☀

Hey there darling! I’ve been reading through all your match ups and there are so amazing!! 😣💖😖 can please i request a match up for ikesen and ikevamp too?

I’m a female libra who’s 5'2, i’ve brown eyes and caramel brown hair, i’m singaporean and i really love food, especially sweets. I’m also a hopeless romantic and i really love shooting alot (I’m part of the air rifle club in school). I used to be pretty athletic, i still am, but to a lesser extend now, because i injured my left knee playing volleyball in the past. It’s on it’s road to recovery, hut it still hurts quite badly when i overexert myself. I can be really enthusiastic about stuff I’m really interested in, such as history (especially world war history), sciences and anime (I’m a closet nerd hehe) . I’m a Slytherin, and i can be really ambitious and competitive, especially for my grades as i’m in a pretty good school so everyone is smart too. This drive to be better than the rest of peers always leaves me really tired and stressed out, but i try to not be so competitive nowsadays. I’m quite an open book to all my close friends and i also tend to be really possessive and stubborn at times. I can be really awkward around people i don’t click with, but around people i click with, i can be pretty wild and will be able to hold conversations with. I tend to procrastinate a lot, and people say i look intimidating but i don’t feel like I’m intimidating . I can be really sensitive to other’s emotions and i tend to put others before me. My love languages are physical touch and quality time, and i can’t stand people who are attention seekers or just aim to be public nuisances as i feel that they’re just really irritating and it gets on my nerves as i have quite a few of these types of people in my class and it really does make learning less condusive. I listen to a lot of different genres of music, but i especially love j-pop, classics and pop. I can really insecure at times, because i always feel thatevery other girl out there is better than me and i’m just trash :(

Thank you darling! I really love your work so keep being amazing 🥰🤩

Hey there love! thank you so much for your kind words and the request! You are such a sweetie pie!<3 Sorry for making you wait soooooo long for your matchup lol I hope you enjoy and have a fantastic day today!

So I match you with……………….. Mitsuhide

The first time Mitsuhide sees you, he is Hella intrigued by this little mouse with the most intimidating face. He can’t help but wonder what kind of other expressions that beautiful face of yours can make. He also can’t help but instantly be attracted to you. He could absolutely get lost in those beautiful brown eyes. Not just that, but he has never seen a woman so well built before, you definitely look like you can hold your own. The others might be a little suspicious of your athletic build, but not Mitsuhide; he is absolutely living for it. The first conversation between you two is basically him teasing you while twirling your silky soft hair between his fingers. He enjoys the witty, intellectual conversation between the two of you. He is also slightly shook by your vast knowledge of war and history—such a smart little mouse. Actually, the two of you seemed to click instantly, and you showed him your more wild, loud side. And much to your surprise, he invited you over for tea and chats every now and then which you really enjoyed. The two of you would just sip on tea and chat for hours.

You work like crazy. You are a VERY competitive person and this doesn’t just count for academics but everything that you are involved in. You want to give and do your best no matter what. This can-do attitude has earned you the trust and respect of the Oda forces. You like to make a competition out of everything you do. If one maid is known to clean the floor super fast and thoroughly, Challenge accepted. If there were a prize for best Chatelaine, you would most definitely win it! Although this doesn’t come without consequence as you were starting to overexert yourself. Mitsuhide was looking around for his little mouse. He wanted to chat with you and tease you as per usual before the war council. Finally, he had spotted you, he stood by the doorway for a few seconds and watched you work. You looked like you were in quite a bit of pain, not to mention the extremely stressed expression on your face. He sneaked up behind you unnoticed and gave you a little fight. You swear, this man will be the death of you. The two of you chated for a few minutes, and then you told him you had to get back to work.

After the evening war council, Mitsuhide visited you in your room. He was greeted by your forced smile and pained expression. He narrowed his eyes at you, saying, “You are in pain, little mouse.” Of course, you tried to deny it and offered tea as a distraction. He simply shook his head, picked you up on plonked you down on your futon. “Don’t try and lie to me, little one.” He bent down and caressed your face while tucking some stray hair behind your ear. His golden eyes peered into your as if coaxing out the answer. Finally, you signed and told him about your old injury and competitive nature. And how sometimes it puts a massive strain on your body’s physical and emotional state 

He simply gave you his trademark smirk and pulled some salve out of his sleeve. He had noticed your knee had been giving you some trouble as of late and decided to pester Ieyasu into making him some medicine for you. He then took your leg and started rubbing it in lol. This man has no boundaries, plus he was enjoying the blush spread across your face at his sudden contact. You were amazed it seemed to have taken away all the pain and discomfort. Mitsuhide then made the two of you some tea and gave you some herbs that would help with the pain if it ever got too much. You were genuinely touched by his kind gesture. Although it didn’t come without masses of teasing. 

The next day Nobunaga announced that you were to help Mitsuhide on a secret mission and that you were to depart immediately. You were shook at this sudden trip being sprung on you. You had no time to protest as before you knew it, your bags were packed by mother dearest, and you were sitting on a horse with Mitsuhide ready to go. Mitsuhide gently held you him his arms, and once the two of you had said your goodbyes to the Oda forces, Mitushide kicked the horse into a gentle gallop. He stopped every so often to let you stretch your legs and water the horse. This man was impossible; he legit refused to give you any details of the trip. All he would tell you that you were almost there. Even though you had no clue as to where you were going or what you were supposed to do, you enjoyed the trip. Mitsuhide made sure the horse was going at a comfortable pace, and he would ask you ever so often if you were doing okay. The trip itself with Mitsuhide was pleasant as the two of you joked and chatted the whole way there. You enjoyed this side of Mitsuhide. He didn’t have to wear his usual devious villain mask around you, which he appreciated.

“We have arrived, little one.” You were super confused about what kind of mission would take place at a hot spring. Mitsuhide just grinned at you and dragged you into the changing area. Once you were changed, you walked into the washroom to see Mitshide sitting on a stool waiting for you. In front of him was another stool, and beside him was an array of oils and hair care products. He urged you to sit in front of him, you eyed him with suspicion but did as he asked. He then proceeded to wet and wash your hair. And hells the way he massaged your scalp made you feel like you had died and gone to heaven. He then proceeded to rinse your hair and massage some oils into it. He then left you to finish washing up. Once you were done, you made your way to the hot springs and got in. As you eased yourself in the water, all the stress and exhaustion left your body. Nothing soothes the body quite like the soothing waters of the healing waters of the spring. Once you were done relaxing, you made your way back to your room. Once again, you were greeted by the sight of Mitsuhide sitting outside your shared balcony. He turned, smiled at you, and offered you a cup of sake. The two of you sat there and watched the moon until you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. Today had been the most relaxing day of your life. 

Mitsuhide was midway through a tease when he felt a sudden weight resting on his shoulder. He looked down to see the sweet little mouse sound asleep on his shoulder. “Such a naïve little mouse letting her guard down around such a dangerous kitsune. You truly are a silly creature.” He looked at your sleeping face wearing the softest expression, just when did he grow so attached to you. He carefully picked you up and carried you to your room. He then tucked you into your futon and gave your forehead a whisper of a kiss.

The next day you woke up at noon, you were feeling so relaxed. You couldn’t remember the last time you had slept in so late; you also couldn’t remember the last time you felt your leg feel so pain and discomfort free. Mitsuhide knocked on your door and came in bearing breakfast/lunch. He told you that once you were done eating and dressed that the two of you would make your way back to the palace. You gave Mitsuhide the biggest brightest smile when you realized that this supposed mission was just his way of getting you to relax and take a break. You made a mental note to thank Hideyoshi and Nobunaga as well. Despite what people say about this silver kitsune, he truly is a sweetie pie. After breakfast, you deadpan looked at him, walked over to him and gave him the biggest hug as a thank you for all that he has done. 

Cue error.mitsu.stopped.working.

The two of you made your way back chatting merrily when all of a sudden, some random assassin jumped out of nowhere and started attacking the two of you. You had found out that they were keen on killing Mitsuhide and kidnapping you to use later against Nobunaga. Mitsuhide drew his sword and took a stance ready to protect you. You spotted his rifle in the saddlebag. It took you a few minutes to figure out the exact mechanics of such an old rifle, but luckily your vast experience with guns helped you in that department. You took aim and fired a warning shot at one of the assassin’s feet. Mitsuhide looed back at you with the biggest shocked expression. You then stepped forward to stand beside him, spitting out your own threat to the assassins.

Of course, one of then just had to be a dumb ass and try something stupid. Before Mitsuhide could even move, you shot him in the leg, warning that the next shot would be between his eyes if he didn’t stay put. Mitsu managed to capture the assassins as you held them under gunpoint. The two of you made quite the team. On your way home, Mitsuhide couldn’t help but smile and tease the feisty mouse that saved his life, so to speak. He also couldn’t hold back his feeling for you any longers, so as you entered the town, he leaned down and whispered a confession of love in your ear. Your eyes went wide. Then you simply turned back to look at him wearing the most dazzling smile and kissed his nose. Once at the gates, your friends wondered why the two of you were wearing such big smiles.

Mitsuhide loved to take you with him on some of his missions. He was happy that he didn’t have to worry too much about you because of your excellent knowledge of guns. He would take you on those missions, which required him to dress up and perform. Once his performance was over, he would lead you to a fluffy blanket and picnic that he set up just for the two of you. Both of you would spend the rest of the day listening to various music performances. You loved this, of course, cause not only could you hear different music genres. But also the fact that it was the most peaceful, relaxed concert you had ever been to, no big crowds, no annoyingly loud people, no people trampling over your belongings and no screaming girls screeching in your ears. Just some good music and gentle cuddles.

Since being in a relationship with the sneaky snek, you have become very possessive over him. You will legit give all the women around you death glares, especially those who think they can steal your man during banquets. It gets especially annoying while you are chatting with your oda friends; they will try and swoop in and get his attention by pouring a drink for him. Luckily the only one who will ever capture his heart is you. He will see you feeling a bit jealous and will call you over, pull you into his lap, and give you the deepest, most passionate kiss in front of all them high court ladies. When he pulls away, he will tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear while proclaiming his undying love for you.

Luckily for you, Mitsu’s love language is also physical touch and quality time. He loves giving you little kisses all over your face. He loves to caress your face and hair. And boy does he love to have you snuggled up in his arms nuzzling into his neck. He will spend as much time as humanly possible with you showering you with his love. Loves giving you little touches and sweet caresses. When you are insecure, the kitsune will be especially soft and kind. He will pull you to sit in his lap, pull his fingers through your beautifully soft silky hair and whispers sweet nothing in your ears. There might be a few neck kisses and ear nibbles as well. Mitsuhide’s ultimate favorite is to just sit with you in his arms while he spends hours and hours playing with your hair and chatting about anything and everything.

Other potential matches……………Masamune 

Ikevamp matchup............................Napoleon  

I hope you enjoyed it, dear! And I hope you are staying safe and well @nxh-special-here-just-lia ! ^0^ Also sorry i didn't add an ikevamp description but i dont know the characters as well lol but i can do an ikevamp selfie matchup for you ^_^

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Avenger Hazing

AN: All I’m gonna say is that with how long it took me to finally finish it, I better see some notes.

It was hard being an Avenger. It was even harder being the youngest one on the team. What with the stress of school and a normal social life topped with being a superhero, along with the secret fear that he was somehow letting everyone down, Peter had a lot on his plate. He strived to fit in both at school, and with the other Avengers. Most of the time they went out of their way to help him feel accepted, but there were definitely moments when he knew they still saw him as a child. They were never maliciously mean or anything like that, but they would tease him more than the older team members.

"This is an adult beverage. Why don't you get some juice?"

"Better not stay out too late, it's a school night."

"I'm gonna run to McDonald's. Peter, you want me to get you a happy meal?"

"Whoa, slow down on the sweets, don't want you bouncing off the walls. Literally."

"Hey, if it isn't the itsy bitsy spider!"

Peter always laughed it off. He knew they were just joking, but sometimes the comments would grate on his nerves. 

"Maybe we shouldn't watch that one. We don't want to give the kid nightmares." Peter didn't say how he had already seen the movie more times than he could count.

"In kindergarten? Wasn't that like five years ago for you?" He bit his tongue, wanting to tell Clint that he was well into his junior year of high school.

"A girl? Is she cute? You got a crush on her squirt?" Peter tried to turn his head away to hide his blush. "Look how red he is! He totally has a crush!" He just sunk deeper into the couch, burying his face behind his phone.

"Your hands are so much smaller compared to mine!" Thor too? He really couldn't catch a break.

~~~~

He went down to the lab to work with Tony. He just needed to get stuff off his mind, and experimenting always helped him relax.

"You okay bud?" Tony glanced at him from over the top of his safety glasses.

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe because that's the fifthteenth new web fluid formula you made in the 45 minutes you've been down here."

Peter sighed; he should've known he wouldn't be able to hide it from Tony. "It's just that the other Avengers have been..."

"Hazing you?"

"Yeah, that."

"I noticed. You want me to make them stop? Cause one lecture and I'll make sure they never do it again."

"No, no I can deal with it. But sometimes it feels like they only see me as a little kid, and that they forgot I fought toe to toe with them."

"Trust me, they know. They just want to forget they got their asses handed to them by a 14 year old."

"Yeheah, I guess so. I still wish they wouldn't tease me so much though."

"Have you ever teased them back?"

Peter was taken aback by the question. "What? N-no, they're the Avengers!"

"So are you."

"You know what I mean. What am I supposed to say when it's someone like Ms. Romanoff or Captain Rogers?"

"Just say the same thing you'd say if it were me."

"M-Mr. Stark?"

"Look, all I'm saying is, they're probably doing it to get a rise out of you. They want some sort of reaction. But if you're not comfortable enough yet, I completely understand. I mean hell, it took you three months to sit like a normal person when you were in my company, and another four for you to relax completely."

Peter laughed at that, and Tony smiled.

"I'm serious though. If it ever gets to be too much, you just let me know."

"Thanks Mr. Stark."

~~~~

Tony made sure to keep a closer eye on the others after that. If they picked on him more than usual or if Peter seemed too uncomfortable, he'd step in.

"Alright that's enough."

"Leave the kid be."

"Go pick on someone else."

"Stop bullying my kid."

It made Peter happy to know Tony cared for him so much. It was a relief, and having him there helped him to relax and be more like himself. He started to get more comfortable with the team, even when Tony wasn't there. They still teased him, but after his talk with Tony he didn't take their verbal jabs too personally. And some of them were pretty funny, if he was being honest.

He was sitting on the couch, finally having finished his homework. He watched as various people passed through the living room, greeting him as they walked by. He leaned back into the cushions and closed his eyes, letting all the stress from school melt away.

"Must be pretty boring in here all by yourself." Peter opened his eyes, craning his neck backwards to see Bucky walk over to the couch, trailed by Sam.

"Not really, I just finished my homework so I was taking a break."

"Man I don't miss that," Sam said, taking a seat next to him.

"Thankfully I only have one more year before I go to college." Bucky nodded thoughtfully, "Nice." He turned the tv on and started flipping through the channels, looking for something to catch his eye. He finally gave up his search, settling with Go! Diego! Go! An odd choice, to say the least. He snickered to himself, and Peter glanced at him, then at the screen, and all became clear.

"Oh ha ha, very funny. Find something else please." Bucky's eyes glinted with mischief, "Oh but I chose this just for you. I thought you'd like it."

"I used to. When I was five," he made sure to put emphasis on his words to get his point across, but Bucky just grinned.

"Wasn't that long ago then."

Peter rolled his eyes, looking down at his phone to avoid eye contact and mumbled, "At least I had colored tv when I was born."

Sam, who had been eating pretzels, started coughing, startling Peter. He patted his back, making sure he wouldn't choke, completely oblivious to the shocked expression on Bucky's face.

When he was finished almost choking, Sam said, "Ohoho mahan, that has got to be the funniest damn thing I've heard come out of your mouth."

Peter's mouth twitched into a smile, "Really? 'Cause it wasn't even that funny," he said modestly.

"It's just 'cause it was aimed at me," Bucky said, sending a playful glare at the two of them.

"It was funny Barnes, and you know it," Sam said, pointing at him with a huge grin on his face. He slung an arm around Peter's shoulder, bringing him in closer. "I'm honestly surprised you had the guts to say anything."

"W-well I wasn't really thinking. If I was I probably wouldn't have said it."

"Well I'm glad you did, cause I needed a good laugh, even if it almost killed me." Peter smiled shyly, ducking his head down. He caught a glimpse of Bucky sticking his tongue out at him, but when he shot his head up, he acted as though he were innocent.

"And you try to say that I'm childish."

"Another jab! You feeling bold today Peter?"

He shrugged, "Maybe I'm just finally starting to feel comfortable around you guys."

"And that means insulting me?"

"It means I'll retaliate if you try and tease me, like you've all been doing."

"So what you're saying is, you won't put up with our bullshit without giving us some of your own?" Sam clarified, and Peter nodded. "It's about damn time. All I kept hearing about Spider-Man was how quick and witty he was, and I was starting to think maybe they were talking about someone else."

Peter laughed, although it was a slightly nervous one. "I was worried that I'd make you guys hate me or offend you if I said anything. I guess I'm not afraid of that anymore." It was true. His walls had broken down, and he knew he didn't have to be scared of making the others hate him over something he said.

The smiles both men wore were genuine, "I'm glad Peter."

~~~~

He was a lot more bold after that. The Avengers were pleasantly surprised when he made a sly pass at Strange one morning while they were eating breakfast, and now if they tried to give him a hard time he'd shoot right back with a sassy remark of his own. The change wasn't unwelcomed.

Peter liked hanging out with the Avengers. He wasn't as nervous around them as he once was, and he found their reactions when he smarted off quite entertaining. He could see why they liked doing it to him, but he was more than happy when they eased up on their teasing. All except for Sam and Bucky of course. Those two were relentless.

He found himself on the couch in the living room yet again when two familiar faces plopped down next to him. He looked up from his phone, greeting them, "Hey guys." He was in a very heated discussion about how the giant fossilized dinosaur that was recently found was totally real and not just "fake news" and had to throw the cold hard evidence in MJ's face. He sent her the screen shot from National Geographic's website, only for her to reply, "Snopes, or it's fake." His face scrunched up in annoyance. He knew she was doing this to mess with him, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

Sam looked him up and down, taking in his seemingly sour demeanor, "Man, what's eating you? You look upset," he voiced his concerns.

Peter simply huffed out a breath, "My friend's just being annoying," he said and then grumbled to himself, "I'll show you the Snopes... Ha just like I fucking said!" The two men on the couch shared a confused glance, thinking it best to leave him be. Teenagers... They can be so weird sometimes. Peter sent the screenshot to her and smugly waited for her response.

"Fake."

He wanted to scream in frustration, but thought that if he did then she'd somehow know and get her cruel satisfaction. So instead he just took a deep breath and stared at the tv, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Damn what did they say? You look like you have a frog in your mouth!" Bucky exclaimed. That sure as hell got his attention. "What?"

"Whenever you stare into space like that you make this face that looks like you're hiding a frog in your mouth," Bucky teased with a wide grin, nudging his shoulder. Peter brushed him off with a half hearted glare, "That's just my face, and it doesn't look like that!" he cried out defensively. Sam couldn't help but laugh as he nodded, "It totally does!"

Peter rolled his eyes, deciding to ignore them, "Well then me and my frog are just gonna sit in silence," he said defiantly, turning away from them and directing all of his attention to the tv. Tony was right, they just wanted a reaction from him, just like MJ. So he wouldn't give it to them.

"Aw c'mon man, you know we're just teasing."

"..." Ah the silent treatment. Truly the pettiest of tactics. Well if Peter was going to be childish, then two could play that game. Or rather, three.

"Rrrrribbit," Bucky croaked from low in his throat. And he might've been imagining it, but he swore he saw a hint of a smile. Sam seemed to catch on and joined, "Rrribbit, ribbit!" Peter's smile was noticeable by now, but he was doing his best to hide it. Bucky gasped, "Is that a smile I see! You better watch out, you don't want Kermit to escape!"

"Shut up hobo!" he said, referring to his lazy clothes and shaggy appearance. Bucky's jaw dropped open, "You did not just say that to me! You're gonna pay!" He sensed the oncoming attack and was able to roll over the back of the couch successfully, but Bucky was quick on his tail and easily caught him a second later.

"You think you can get away with calling me a hobo?" he queried. When he shrugged Bucky hoisted him over his shoulder making him let out a small shriek. Peter looked to Sam, "Mr. Wilson hehelp!" Damnit, the kid always turned on his innocent charm when he wanted one of the team members on his side, but it wouldn't work this time.

"Sure, I'll help. What do you need me to do Buck?" Said man tossed the boy onto the couch and grabbed his wrists before he could make another run for it.

"Sit on his legs, we don't want him running off again, do we?" Sam complied and chuckled to himself, "This gives a whole new meaning to the term babysitting."

"Just because you guys are old doesn't mean I'm a baby-waitno! Mr. Barnes stoooop!" his snarky demeanor quickly melted away into panic when he saw Bucky leaning over him, a long string of spit dangling over his face before he slurped it back into his mouth with a laugh. "You're so gross."

"Watch it," he warned with a poke, noticing the slight flinch and giggle that left his lips. A sadistic grin found its way onto his face as he met eyes with Sam. "Now what was it you said about us being old?" he asked, letting his hands rest right above his underarms. Peter had a feeling he knew where this was going and squirmed, already giggling in anticipation.

"Mr. Barnes dohohohon't!"

He chose to act ignorant, as though he had no clue as to what he was about to put him through, but he knew all too well. "I'm not doing anything, why are you laughing?" he teased with a knowing grin.

"Behecause I know what you're gohonna dohoho."

Bucky tilted his head to the side quizzically, a few strands of hair falling in his face. "And what am I gonna do to you?"

Let me get one thing straight: Peter Parker is a smart kid. But this isn't one of his brightest moments. He answered quickly and without thinking, because if he had been thinking, he surely wouldn't have fallen for this trap so easily. "Tickle me." As soon as those words left his lips, Peter realized his mistake. His eyes grew wide as Bucky flashed him a wide, feral smile.

"Well since you asked so nicely."

"No wait I didn't mean ihihit!" He rushed to amend his mistake, but Bucky was already skittering his fingers in his armpits. Peter screeched and pulled at his arms, but his grasp around his wrists held strong. He could tell he was struggling to keep him pinned though.

"Damn how strong are you?" Bucky asked, switching hands to hold him down. Peter managed to worm an arm free and on reflex, shot his hand forward, flicking his wrist to web him.

Only he wasn't wearing his webshooters. He froze in fear as both men stared at him in shock. Sam had a hand covering his mouth and Bucky's gaping mouth slowly morphed into an evil grin. Peter gulped and tried to scoot back, but Sam sitting on his legs prevented him from moving too far.

"Did you seriously just try to web me?" The amusement in Bucky's voice was evident. Peter chuckled nervously, wrapping his arms around his torso for protection.

"Would you believe me if I said no?" he tried.

"Not a chance."

"Worth a shot," Peter shrugged. His nervous smile grew the closer Bucky got.

"Any last words?" Sam asked.

"Go easy on me?" That made them laugh and Bucky shook his head fondly.

"We'll see." He hovered his hands above Peter's stomach, wiggling his fingers as he inched closer. He squirmed as giggles bubbled out of his throat, much to their amusement. "Dude I'm not even touching you," he teased.

"Ihihi can stihil feel ihihit!" He tried to curl in on himself to stop the ghostly tingles, but to no avail.

"Wait so you can feel it? With your Peter tingle?" Bucky asked, continuing to hover over his stomach. Peter covered his face in embarrassment, "Dohohon't call it thahat!" he whined.

"I think I've built up enough anticipation, what d'you think Sam?" he asked for his opinion.

"I have to agree. I mean, he did call us old, and we're not getting any younger," he said, reaching forward and squeezing the kid's knee. Peter yelped out a laugh and kicked out his leg, but Sam kept him pinned as he kept squeezing, skittering a few fingers on the back of his knee. Peter threw a hand over his mouth to try and muffle the embarrassing stream of giggles, but to no avail. Bucky finally let his hands descend and they skittered all over his stomach. Peter let out a squeal, his eyes squeezing shut and nose crinkling adorably.

Bucky chuckled to himself as he walked his fingers up his ribs. "The itsy bitsy spider, crawled up the water spout," he sang the nursery rhyme slowly, each finger worming between his ribs until he reached the top. "Down came the rain and washed the spider out!" He raked his hands down his ribcage, making his shriek and thrash around on the couch. "Out came the sun and dried up all the rain," he formed his hand into a claw and vibrates it into his stomach.

Sam grinned and said the last line along with Bucky, squeezing his thighs as the other walked his fingers back up his ribs, "And the itsy bitsy spider crawled up the spout again!"

Peter's laughter kicked up a notch as he tried uselessly to bat at the offending hands. "Plehehease, you've hahad your fuhuhun!"

Sam snorted, "Pft, yeah right, we're only just getting started."

"Yeah, you can't just stop eating after only one chip, you gotta keep going!"

Sam's brows drew together in confusion. "Seriously, that's the best you could come up with?"

"Hey I'm a little busy at the moment, so watch yourself or else you're next," he threatened playfully. Sam conceded with a chuckle.

"Okay you win."  

Meanwhile, Peter was still laughing his head off. He had given up on trying to free himself and succumbed to the torture they dished out. He threw his head back, laughing loud and free.

"You wanna take back what you said about us being old?" Bucky bargained and blinked in surprise when Peter shook his head.

"You're lihihike a huhundred years ohohold!" Bucky narrowed his eyes with a malicious smile stretching across his face.

"Wrong answer."

"Amazing. I've never seen someone already in a casket pull out a shovel and dig even deeper," Sam said in slight awe. He adjusted himself, grabbing the teen's feet in a headlock. He started kicking out and squirmed under their hold, protests flying from his mouth.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry! But I don't lie and I already knew you'd punish me more for lying I had no choice!" he tried to explain himself. His words dissipated into hiccupy laughter as Sam raked his blunt nails down the soles.

While he was thrown into hysterics, Bucky sniffed the air, "You smell that Sam? That's bullshit." Sam couldn't help but chuckle. Peter tossed his head back and forth.

"No it's not I swear!"

Bucky simply shrugged his shoulders, an unsympathetic smirk on his face, "Sure, but I don't really care." He drilled his thumbs into his hips, making him buck like a wild bull. He latched onto Bucky's wrists, not really trying to push them away, instead just needing something to ground himself.

The frantic laughter had caught the attention of  one super soldier, and he followed the echoing noise through the expansive halls. Finally landing upon the scene, he smiled to himself and leaned against the doorframe, watching as his best friends took the poor kid apart.

Sam reached up and scribbled on the backside of his knee, drawing forth a loud and embarrassing snort. Peter's hand flew up to cover his mouth while the men laughed along with him. "We're gonna have to call you Spider-Ham if you keep snorting like that!" Sam teased.

Peter blushed a deep red, "Shuhuhut uhuhup!" He squealed when Bucky's hands started to squeeze and knead his sides before letting out deep belly laughter.

"Alright I think the kid's had enough," Steve spoke up, knowing from personal experience just how cruel they could be.

Bucky stuck his lip out in a mock pout, "Aw but look at him! I could keep this up for hours!"

Peter looked at Steve, pleading, "Mihihister Rohogers hehelp!" He was his last hope.

Steve rolled his eyes, "Let him breathe Buck."

Sam came to a stop, letting go of his legs. Bucky wasn't so quick to listen.

"Let me just do one last thing. You know what it is," he sent a wink towards his best friend. Steve shook his head with pity and chuckled. He gave Peter a sympathetic yet amused look, "Good luck."

Peter paused while taking in some much needed breaths, his brows furrowing in confusion. "W-why do I need-"

He was interrupted when Bucky leaned down and blew a loud raspberry on his stomach. Peter's eyes crinkled shut as he curled in on himself, shoving at Bucky's head to try and push him off. He took in another deep breath of air before blowing, shaking his head back and forth.

"FUHUHUCK!" Peter screamed out. Bucky's facial hair made it ten thousand times worse, and raspberries where just totally unfair. Bucky pulled away a shocked expression plastered on his face. Peter flopped back on the couch, panting.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day when Spider-Man said fuck," Sam said.

"And in front of Captain America no less!" Steve joined in. Peter raised his hand weakly, batting the air.

"Sorry sir."

Steve couldn't help but laugh, "You're alright kid. I know it was justified." He leaned against the back of the couch with one hand as Bucky helped Peter into a sitting position.

"You okay?" he asked. Peter nodded.

"Yeheah, my stomach just hurts from laughing. Not a bad pain though."

Sam reached over to ruffle his hair, "I'm glad to hear that."

"You guys suck though," he said, biting back a grin.

Bucky raised his brows, "Oho, bold words for someone as ticklish as you."

"Yeah, but you wouldn't attack me again. Not now anyway," he said with a shrug, having already recovered. Enhanced senses and strength, and all that.

Sam leaned back into the couch, crossing his arms and studying him. "And what makes you so sure?"

"Well, uh, cause, he won't let you," he said, pointing at Steve. Said man looked down at him quizzically, but a certain fondness clear on his face. Bucky just tilted his head back and let out a hearty laugh.

"Oh please he can't do anything, he's almost as bad as you," he said. To prove his point he reached up behind him and squeezed his hip. Steve jerked away, barking out a laugh. He was able to catch his wrist before he could do it again.

"Don't," he warned, voice commanding. Bucky held his hands up in surrender.

Steve sighed heavily, but with a smile on his face. He looked down at Peter, who still grinned from ear to ear. "I think they're gonna be the death of both of us kid." Sam and Bucky only chimed in their agreements. His smile only grew, "Good thing they're ticklish too."

"What no way!" Peter said in excitement.

"What?!"

"You're dead Rogers!"

Steve was already giggling as he ran across the room. "Make sure to go for Sam's ribs, and Bucky's thighs make him scream like a girl!" he shouted from down the corridor. Peter couldn't be happier. He finally felt like one of the team, having endured all their teasing and hazing, he was accepted. That didn't exclude him from things like this, instead only making him feel more welcomed. And like he said, whatever they dish out, he can serve right back.

[ordonianhero]

The reunion.

Rate: T for some mature content.

-so in the spirit of thanksgiving, I give you this quick one shot fic. Time, Malon join Their blood to join thanksgiving in Ordon village with him. With one big family reunion with Rusl, Uki, Colin and the little sister. Some sappy LU moment stuff. Hope you enjoy. -

Twilight nervously puttered about his own kitchen making a pie for the gathering later that day. Why was he nervous. He knew his old man had known Rusl and entrusted him with the care of raising him. Maybe it was more that this would be his mother first time here. Seeing where he lived and raised. Placing the pie in the oven. He was so lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t hear them enter his house. It was only when Malon chirped about how it remind her of Times place. Heart skipped a beat. Then a strong arm wrapped around his shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. “Ah yes, in some ways it is my dear.” the older Hylian stated. Twilight shoved him off. “Come off of it...” he blurts. The older Hylian then just took to ruffling his son’s hair. “Very homey I’d say.”

Twilight then ducked out from his grasp and goes about to cleaning up his cooking mess. Malon looking about at the table, littered with books and pictures. He smiled seeing her amused with his stuff. “Yup, he is surely our blood. Strong farmer instincts and love of all things animals.” She commented on the goat picture. He blushed and set to washing a few dishes. Time leaned up against the kitchen counter. “Sure is.” Giving twilight a wink. “Okay stop it you two, I can’t with your affection. It’s distracting.” Twilight chuckled. Gently cleaning out a bowl he used for pie makings. “Well that’s good, cause I would of sworn you were nervous about something.” Time said, his one good eye looking over at twilight. Twilight, having non of it take a wet rag and readies it to whip time with. “Out of my kitchen you!” With a snap of the towel hitting Time on the side. Malon giggling at the scene. Time dodging and giving Twilight a disapproving look. “Oi!” He barked. Malon then stepped in snatching up the towel from Twilight and proceeds to help dry the dishes. “But honestly honey. Why are you nervous?” She asked him. Twilight, looking shy, rubbed the back of his head. “Well this the first time I have everyone who matters to me under one roof.” He spoke softly. She smiled and so did Time. Their boy was something. After some quietness, twilight whipped around, finger pointing at Time and blurts our “one slice, not the whole damn pie this time! It’s bad enough wild has a nasty sweet foodie tooth. Don’t need to look after you on that.” Malon laughed, she knew full well her husband’s sweet tooth. “And what about you though?” She asked, out of curiosity if her son’s habits. “He has a spicy tooth this one has.” Chuckled Time. Malon have a surprised looked. “I blame Wild for that, him and that Goron spice stuff he uses.” Twilight continued.

As the day grew later, the pie was cooling. Malon and Time sitting comfortably, as Twilight disappeared up to the third floor for some space. Time was nose deep in one of Twilight’s books, Malon looking over his shoulder. “You think he is okay?” She asked her husband. Time looked up from the book and then to the third floor. “Yeah, he just an anxious person sometimes. However it tis good to see him in his own space. He is a completely different person. Compared to when he is out with the rest of us Links. I saw it at Lon Lon ranch how at home he felt and he dropped that silly stoic persona.” He explained to his wife. “Even around Wild he can be brash, but he also just drops that and teases the kid.” He chuckled. Twilight then came down from the loft area, wearing a more casual look then the Ordon garb he was sporting. She smiled at how handsome he looked in it. “Ah, so uh ready to get a little larger?” He awkwardly chucked. The looked at each other and nodded. Twilight picked up the pie and they made their way out the door.

Once outside the house and walking into Ordon village. Malon caught that Twilight was not wearing shoes. “He’s not-“ Time pauses her from finishing what she was going to say. “That just him.” The went down past a small stream and then up to a house with the sign that read who lived there. Now Time and Malon were the ones nervous. This would be their first time meeting his adopted family, whom they entrusted to raise their kid. Twilight look back at them as they awkward smiled back at him. He just laughed and rolled his eyes. Opening up the door to the house. “I have brought pie!” He announced. They followed behind him. “Ooo pie! Said a young man, about Twilight’s hieight. He took the pie, then see the two other guest. “Hello?!” He said greeting them. “Ah, yes, this Uh Time and Malon.” Twilight said, introducing them. Rusl step in and stuck his hand out, Time taking it. “Ah, I wondered when I would see you again. Hero of Time.” Rusl had some history with Time back in the day. Uli also popped in and nodded at them both. Then twilight fling and arm around the younger boy. “This would be Colin, not so little anymore. Then there Rusl, and wife Uli.” He paused and looked about. There was a little young girl busy playing with her toys. “Ah, and Saria.” Twilight said smiling. Time softly smiled, in remembering his own Saria. Malon caught that. “Well come on in and make your self comfortable.” said Rusl inviting them in. Twilight close the door. Colin said some words to twilight, which resorted to him getting a light whack on the head by Twilight. Time and Malon took a seat, Uli went about going back to finishing up some cooking. Colin stuck by Twilight’s side as Twilight stood with arms crossed. Rusl offered up some refreshments. Which Time and Malon accepted. Rusl eyed twilight. Who put his hand up to decline. “Well isn’t this something.” Rusl said, finally taking a seat for himself. Twilight feeling uncomfortable, went into the kitchen to help Uli out. “Sure is..” responded Time. Rusl and Time dove into a conversation, catching up on old times.

Twilight every once in a while would sneak in a few words to the conversation. Often some witty or sassy comment. Which resulted in Colin laughing. Rusl laughing as well. Time smiled as well as Malon. “Oi, mr. Goofball.” Rusl joked at Twilight. “Eh?! What?” He replied, helping Uli work on stuffing. “You know Shad published that book about you.” Rusl said looking towards twilight. “Oh Hylia, why?!” Groans Twilight. “Cause you are filled with so much knowledge and probably inspire a few folks out there.” Colin said. Rusl got up and grabbed a book and handed it over to time and Malon. Time set his drink down and opened up the book, flipping through the pages. “I am so proud of this young man. Despite all that he went through, he still holds a light and not super hardened.” Rusl commented. Twilight blushed, Uli chuckled. “We are blessed he is as open as he is with us with things.” She commented on the subject. Time handed the book over to Malon. He picked up his drink and smiled. “Well I hope to see more of that. I think sometimes he forget to relax and just locks himself up.” He explained to Rusl. There was a loud groan from the kitchen. Colin let out another laugh. “Can’t take being gushed over?!” He said while laughing. “Never could.” Rusl continued. Twilight shoots Rusl a look. “It’s uncomfortable, thanks.” And the house erupted in a roar of laughter.

When they all sat down for dinner, they said a little thankful prayer to the goddesses and then dig into the food. Small light conversation happened all around. Time watched at twilight and Colin had their bother like moments. Teasing each other. He also saw very closely how while they all beside colin and Saria, he did not drink any alcohol that was served. He stuck to water. Time turned his attention to Rusl and in a question, “he doesn’t drink?” Rusl looked over at Twilight and then back to Time. “Well, there is a reason to that, as I am sure you have seen with your team. Alcohol effect making smart decisions when in battle and just in life. It was never like that though. There was a point where we saw the darker side of things. He just made a choice to get cleared up. Left to get healed. When he returned, this the person he is now. We are glad, he was not-well you know.” Rusl explained. “Makes total sense, I have a few guys on our team who play dirty when it comes to alcohol. I myself don’t honestly trust myself with it. So this is rare.” Time explained his own personal struggles. Colin’s ears perked up. “Wait dirty games? Like what?” He asked. Twilight eyed Rusl, Time and then back to Colin. Time nodded in the okay. Twilight covered Saria’s ears. “Well Colin, you know how Talo has zero filter about certain subjects? Well we have a few guys in our group whom play games meant to either embarrass us or dig into our sex life.” Colin has fully regretted asking and turned bright red. “My exact feeling colin.” Twilight uncovered Saria’s ears. Rusl just chuckled. Time chuckles as well as Rusl. “Oh my.” Malon states. Twilight stuck a chunk of turkey into his mouth. “They had a go at Time, big mistake. Also thank you, I will never unhear what you said.” He glared at Time who was cackling. “Well your reply was even more beautiful, I do believe warrior will never ask again.” Time added. “What happened?” Asked colin. Twilight rolled his eyes. “Well it’s a bit TMI, but warrior was asking is I even had sex before. I respond with, ‘are you wanting to find out if I screw. I am sorry pretty boy- I would break you.’” He snorted. “Oh the look on his face.” Rusl slapped his hand on the table. “That is brilliant.” Time sipped his drink and chuckled. Malon face was filled with shock. “O-oh my!” Colin just face palmed. Twilight ruffled the boy’s hair.

After they had enjoyed some pie and tea, Twilight went about helping clean up the dishes. Rusl sitting near Time. “He is a good kid.” Time smiled. “You and Uli did a great job with him.” He said in a form of thank you. “Well, it sure wasn’t easy, the kid had some hard times, but he turned out to be this humble person. We just tried to keep him level headed.” Rusl continued. “I am just glad you are being able to spend time with him and watch him to continue to grow.” Time smiles at that statement. “We are ever greatful for that.” Twilight came over finishing up a cup of Tea. Seeing the Three of them looking at him, beaming. He returned a smile back. “I am just greatful the lot of you, so there. Get use to it.” He joked. Time got up, startling Twilight and grabbing him into a tight hug. Twilight, had a hand pressed against Time’s chest. He could feel the old man’s heart beating a mile per hour. He was sure his own heart matched that. After a few moments, Time pulled away and just lifted twilights chin to look at him. “You will be all right.” He spoke softly. Twilight stepped aside, handing his cup of tea to colin and then too the three of them, he signed in Hylian “I love you all.” And gives a beaming grin, taking his tea back and leaving to go pester his little sister. The Three of them, looking after him and then at each other. “Well this some reunion.” -fin.

[saltybaltic]

OMG BBY CONGRATS ON 1K 💖💖 you deserve it and so much more for thework you put in. I know requests are closed but I really enjoy your carol and Natasha fics so when you get a chance, 24 with them please!

1K CELEBRATION

Natasha had always found sitting out on the field by the edge of the campus peaceful. To an outsider that might seem ridiculous; the sound of the football team training to one side, a boyfriend and girlfriend arguing behind her, cheerleader practice in the distance, a group of seniors having a heated debate about an upcoming party on the bench to her left, and the ever present pounding of cleats on the ground as the track team ran literal circles around her. For some reason that she couldn’t put her finger on though, it soothed her.

Until college Natasha had always considered herself a lone wolf, growing up without any real friends. Not that it had ever bothered her much and it had always been by choice. Since her arrival at college though, everything had changed. People had been curious about the mysterious red head with piercing green eyes who sat quietly at the back of class making notes. And it seemed it had just taken the right people to bring her out of her shell, dragging her along to social clubs and parties until eventually she wasn’t so quiet around the tight knit group of idiots she called friends any more. Shy smiles and nervous glances turned to a real smart mouth and witty comments that people sometimes couldn’t believe were coming from the quiet, little bookworm who sat forward at her desk, listening avidly in lectures.

Naturally this meant Natasha didn’t exactly run in the same circles as the people she found outside on the grass at campus. But she liked to be reminded that they were there, and she was a part of this place just the same as they were. It was comforting to be a part of something for once.

And so she would sit and listen to the sound of the people around her sometimes as she read over her books or made notes, not really paying much attention to the details but just enjoying it. Until one particular afternoon when the sound of feet pounding towards her and a shout of ‘heads up’ broke her from her thoughts just as a person literally collapsed to the ground beside her with a thud.

“Oh Jesus-that was a close one-are you okay?!” came the rushed jumble of words as the new arrival pushed herself up onto her knees, cradling a football in her arms as she brushed a few blades of grass from her shoulders. “I didn’t get you did I?”

Natasha blinked a few times as she tried to process what had just happened, scanning the other girl up and down as she crouched down beside her with a concerned smile. She recognised her a little, sure that she’d seen her around campus at least a couple of times although she definitely didn’t know her name. Natasha was certainly observant enough to pick up on the fact that this girl had to work out and it was obvious from the sports jersey and shorts that she was part of a group that wouldn’t have mixed with her own in the past.

Looking down at her own body and then back up at the other girl, Natasha quirked an eyebrow with a small smile, “Looks like I just about survived.”

“Hey, I’m real sorry about that. Idiots over there.” she ticked her head in the direction of the field behind her, “Dont know how to throw a football. Fortunately I know how to catch one.”

Natasha had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at the quick wink the blonde shot her, trying and failing not to sound bored in her reply “Very impressive.”

“Hey Danvers! Quit yapping and get over here!”

At the sound of her friends calling her, the girl threw the football back in their direction before turning back to Natasha with a puzzled smile, “Forgive me if I’m wrong but you don’t really sound like you mean that.”

“Well ... you can train a dog to catch a ball.” drawled Natasha, a teasing tone to her voice.

The other girl grinned, “You know, you’re not wrong there. I’m very trainable.”

Natasha removed her glasses, throwing them down to join her book on the grass before leaning back on one of her hands and cocking her head to study the other girl properly, “I bet you are.”

There was a few moments of silence as both girls just looked back at each other, a small smile playing at their lips until eventually the other girl moved to hold out her hand.

“I’m Carol.”

Natasha looked down at the outstretched hand as if she wasn’t sure what to do for a second before finally slipping her hand into Carol’s with a gentle squeeze. “Natasha.”

“You know I’ve seen you around but I almost didn’t recognise you without your nose in a book.” started Carol, nodding down to the selection of books and folders that Natasha had brought with her, “Quite a collection you have there.”

As she finished speaking, Carol tucked her hand under the bottom of her vest, lifting it so she could use it to wipe at her face. Natasha found her eyes drawn to Carol’s now exposed torso and mentally scolded herself at the shiver that passed through her at the sight, forcing her eyes back up to meet the brown staring back at her, “I need them ... I have a lot of class work.”

“Oi Danvers! Get your ass back over here! Captain my ass, we have training to do!”

Turning her head to face the person shouting at her, Carol shot them a warning glare before looking back at the red head, “Well Natasha ... you ever want a break from all that class work, maybe I could take you out some place.”

“I don’t know about that,” started Natasha, shifting her position to tuck her legs underneath herself and leaning further towards Carol, “Seems your company is already in high demand, Captain.”

The way the title rolled off Natasha’s tongue was bordering on condescending but for reasons Carol couldn’t explain it practically made her mouth water and her grin only broadened, “I could always make time for a girl like you.”

Leaning even closer, Natasha set her face in front of Carol’s with a smirk, “Trust me, you’ve never met a girl like me.”

“Well I do like a challenge.” insisted Carol, not in the least bit thrown off by the fact Natasha seemed immune to her usually successful charm, “And like I said, I’m very trainable.”

Natasha hummed, “And I’m sure I’d love to whip you into shape. If only I didn’t have to get to class.”

Stumbling to her feet, all of Carol’s calmness and nonchalance went out of the window, as she brushed the grass from her clothing and gestured for Natasha to stand up, “How about I walk you?”

“I think I can find the way on my own ...”

Carol bent down to grab the stack of books by Natasha’s side, scooping them into her arms before standing up straight again, “Come on, you’ve gotta let me carry your books, it’s the least I can do after nearly knocking you out with a football.”

Looking up at the way Carol was cradling all of her books in her hands, Natasha narrowed her eyes suspiciously with a small smirk, “Are you flexing right now?”

“Definitely not. This is just how my body looks. Why, are you impressed?”

Natasha couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes this time, rising to her feet and brushing the back of her jeans with her hands as she propped her glasses on the top of her head, “I thought you had practice anyway.”

“Meh.” Carol shrugged dismissively as she nodded her head in the direction of the main building as a signal for Natasha to start walking, “I can catch up later.”

Nodding her head in acceptance, Natasha took a step forward as Carol started walking alongside her, “This really isn’t necessary, I can carry my own books.”

“I know but I want to.” insisted Carol, holding the books a little tighter to her chest to reinforce her point, “Plus you’re like way too hot to be carrying your own books.”

Natasha gave Carol a side eye, a barely noticeable smile tugging at the corner of her lips, “That kind of makes it seem like you’re only interested in doing me a favour cause you wanna sleep with me. So I’m gonna give you one chance to rephrase that.”

“Oh I mean ... I just ... I wasn’t trying to say that. What I meant was you know ... well ... sorry, I’m usually much better at this.”

As Carol stumbled over her words for what Natasha was sure had to be the first time in her life, the red head couldn’t help but listen fondly to the sound and breathed out a laugh, “I thought you jock types were supposed to be cool.”

“Common misconception.” explained Carol, relaxing slightly as she saw the amusement on Natasha’s face, “I thought you nerdy girls weren’t supposed to be so intimidating.”

Natasha shrugged and her smirk broadened, “Well I did try to tell you that you’ve never met a girl like me before.”

The two girls continued to chat amicably about nothing of real importance as they walked towards Natasha’s class and Carol was so lost in listening to the sound of her voice and watching the way her lips moved with each word that she almost didn’t notice when they came to a stop outside of a door at the bottom of a corridor.

“So ...” started Natasha, gesturing to the doorway, “This is me.”

“Oh. Right. Cool.” mumbled Carol, feeling uncharacteristically awkward as she hovered there with an armful of Natasha’s books as she considered what her next move should be. She could think of nothing good to say or do but desperately didn’t want this to be the last time they spoke.

Natasha acted first, reaching forward to take her items from Carol’s hold, “Thanks for the help.”

“Any time.” stated Carol, unable to hide the eagerness to her tone, “Seriously. Any time.”

Scanning her eyes purposefully over the other girl from head to toe, Natasha shot Carol a smirk, “I might just take you up on that.”

Carol stared back at the red head with a somewhat dumbfounded expression, not able to comprehend why this girl had rendered her a rambling, uncharasmatic and downright embarrassing mess. God if the rest of the team could see me now.

She was broken from her thoughts as Natasha went to step through the door, leaning forward and resting her hand on the frame so her arm blocked the other girl from stepping inside, “Can I see you again?”

Natasha said nothing at first, leaning in to Carol’s body and using the hand that wasn’t balancing her stack of books to smooth over the front of Carol’s jersey and grin as she felt the blonde push out a sharp breath at the contact, “Same place, same time, tomorrow. Maybe make a less dramatic entrance this time.”

“I can do that.” breathed out Carol, the words seeming a genuine effort with Natasha’s invasion of her personal space.

“Good girl.” teased Natasha, patting Carol’s cheek playfully a few times, “You’re very trainable indeed, Captain Danvers.”

For the first time in a long time Carol was speechless as Natasha simply smiled and ducked under her arm to step into the classroom without another word. There was only one thing Carol was sure of as she watched the red head go - this girl would almost certainly be the death of her.

[maddiesmt-morphina]

7 minutes to heaven - FINAL CHAPTER!

Note: I hope you guys like our last trip together into this wonderful culinary world of Shokugeki no Soma. Please read the final notes.

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6 months later

Erina felt drops of sweat fall down her chin. The ragged breath doesn't take the smile off her lips. She might say that adrenaline had become costumary, but it would be too pretentious to associate her outbursts and desires to him. But really...Who she is kidding? Erina Nakiri, queen of the whole gastronomic world, became a total vassal of her own heart. And it beat faster every time certain golden eyes gawked her body for too long. The heiress shivered as she noted the way he gawk her from her golden hair til her end of her high socks. They seemed to record every detail of her, lost in her, their slave. She wonders if this stare battles and the half smiles will always going to leave her breathless. But at the end of the day she doesn't want anything else ... is better to live breathless than to live without him. She was interrupted by a high, cheerful voice. Yuki, the judge of the time, announces the end of another chapter between the powerful couple of the famous Totsuki school.

“ Time is up! You may serve the dishes!”

Erina tried to focus more on her dish than on the glittering golden eyes that seem to have no other source of attention than absorb the minute details of her body movement.

“I present to you my dessert: hot guava soup with spices” - the blonde finished her presentation with a perfect french,  wishing to jurors to enjoy the meal. From the corner of her eye, she noticed her boyfriend approching with that mischievous grin of his, he was tring to get a better look at the dessert she had made.

"I hope you saved me a little, Nakiri."

"You know very well the answer to that, Yukihira! Wasn't that the deal?"

"I can't wait to tasty it, but first I think I need to defeat you, Am I right?"

"In your dreams Yukihira!"

They were both interrupted by the jury's groans of satisfaction. On one side Joichiro seemed to almost cry with each spoonful, on the other Sezaemon Nakiri had already undressed, exposing his shirtless chest while savoring dessert.

"I think you can give up before you go through another public humiliation, Yukihira "

The boy just smiled, put his lips close to the girl's ear and whispered.

"You know very well that you drive me crazy when you get this worked up, don't you?"

Erina felt her cheeks flush, his breath tickling her neck. She could feel his mischievous smile forming, the one he always gave when he could pull a shy expression from her. Soma looked into her eyes again, the tension between them dense, almost solid. And he chose not to come any closer. The chef wasn't sure if he would be able to get out of the situation alive if he let himself be carried away by the desire to kiss her. He was sure she wouldn't like being kissed in public at all. He simply chose to slide his fingers under her left cheek as he realized the jurors were no longer eating but paying attention to the couple. Soma felt his face flush and spoke calmly to his girlfriend again.

"I think it's my turn. And this time  I guarantee it. You will say 'delicious' Erina."

The young woman felt the seriousness in his words and swallowed hard when he called her by her first name. Something they just do in the privacy of their room.

"Gentlemen, I present to you my dessert: 'Mascarpone ice cream with nutmeg'. Enjoy!"

What followed was a demonstration of pure gastronomic pleasure. Joichiro rolled his eyes as Sezaemon tore the clothes he had stripped before. Despite the great commotion, the result was not the expected by the couple.

"So Gramps, Pops ... who won this shokugeki?"

"I think you drew again, young Soma."

"A TIE?" the young chefs exclaimed in surprise.

"I can't believe you put me in the same level as him again, Grandpa."

"Pops you can't be serious? A tie? But I was sure that this time I had improved my technique"

"Now calm down, you two. I think I have an answer to that - Joichiro spoke while exchanging complicit glances with the old director - If the old man here allow me, I can explain a little something or another about harmonization.

The older Nakiri just nodded allowing the old student to continue. Joichiro got up and placed both dishes on the kitchen counter. He narrowed his eyes and realized that a young audience was watching him intently. He smiled at the seriousness before his own eyes. What was missing here was lightness.

"Of course you must have read the story of the two lovers of Verona. Romeo, the witty, dreamy, happy, brave and loyal boy. Juliet, for her part, was a spoiled, obedient, strong, determined, romantic girl. The great tragedy of the Capulets and Montecchios came from a single sentiment. Love. The only one capable of unit the unimaginable. Romeo's impetuosity and Juliet's sweetness. It was based on Shakespere's novel that one of the most famous and appreciated sweets of Brazilian cuisine emerged, it is called Romeo and Juliet or simply guava and cheese. That's when I learned that every Romeo" - Joichiro took a spoon of Sorbetto from his son's dish - " Would be nothing without his Juliet" - He ended up adding Sorbetto to the guava soup.

Erina couldn't disguise the flush on her cheeks at this point as Soma watched his plate blend with Erina's so that a new rosy color appeared.

Saiba offered two spoons to the couple and finished "I present to you Romeo and Juliet in Nakiri Yukihira style"

This time, it was Soma who blushed he just seemed less embarrassed compared to the almost purple coloration of his girlfriend's cheeks. He wondered if she had forgotten to breathe at some point. The young couple sank their spoons into their plates, taking equal halves of the guava soup with marscarpone sorbetto. And as the flavors mingled and complemented each other, the whole house seemed to be in the middle of an earthquake. The stronger flavor of mascarpone rediscovered sweeter guava notes. Nothing overlapped, everything was completed in a dance of incredibly delicious flavors. In the end, Erina couldn't contain herself, with trembling mouth and anesthetized body, she uttered the sentence that Soma expected to hear ...

"It's delicious"

Soma came out of the trance instantly. With wide eyes and cheeks still trembling after the gastronomic attack he suffered.

"What .... what did you just say Nakiri?"

"Hm?"

"Did you happen to say ... my food is delicious?"

"Hmpf! Of course not."

"No no. Don't lie. I heard it. Okay I was in a trance, but I did hear ... everybody listened"

Erina could very well admit that the boy's food was delicious, she had already admitted her feelings, why not admit that his food was delicious too? However, this was a battle she didn't want to finish anytime soon. After all, a competition between them was much more fun and interesting. She let a mischievously smile scape her lips and spoke again.

"That's right. I admit the food was delicious. But as I remember, this dish is not just yours. It's my guava soup that is completing the dish. And if there's something I cooked on the dish, it wouldn't be less than delicious, would it?"

Soma took a deep breath. He hated having to admit she was correct. The two watched their friends throw themselves in a battle for a piece of dish that the God's tongue blessed as delicious. Soma took advantage of this cue to approach his girlfriend from behind and whisper in her ear.

"You ... you are very ... very smart and very beautiful for your own good, Erina. Don't think that this competition is over because it isn't."

Erina smiled, pleased.

"I expected no less from you, Soma."

The blonde felt the boy's breath on her neck and his fingers trace the curve of her waist.

"You know me. Always ready for a challenge."

"Especially the impossible ones?" She let her head rest on the boy's chest.

"Especially yours."

That same night, after everyone had tasted and approved the couple's dessert, the young people were reunited in Marui's room, where an end-of-semester party was taking place.

In one corner, Erina and Soma argue over some irrelevant subject. Clearly they had more fun with discussions than for the reasons that led to it. Ryo was struggling to keep Alice still, the girl seemed unconscious to the effects her body induced in the boy every time she wiggles on his lap while trying to find a comfortable position to continue reading a school gossip magazine. The cover had it in bold letters the article "Top 10 Most Powerful Couples from Totsuki".

"I don't believe we are in second place, Ryo!"

"Miss ... please stop moving"

"How can you stay so relaxed knowing Soma and Erina are in front of us?"

Ryo made a low sound as he felt the girl fit perfectly on his hips.

"Miss ..." he gasped once more.

"We have to reverse this, Ryo!"

"Alice ...!"

"What ..." - The girl stopped in the middle of her question. There was a familiar pressure from the boy in the lower part of her back.

"Don't you realize you're driving me crazy?" He's whispered, this time in the girl's ear.

She felt strong arms encircle her waist and bring her closer. If before she doubted, now she was sure that Ryo was very… very happy to have her on his lap.

"Ryo ... this is ..."

"Don't think that just because we're in public my body won't react to yours. You don't know what you're dealing with, Alice."

She shivered and felt her body tremble againts his. Her eyes almost closed when she felt her boyfriend's warm lips on her neck. She bit her lip to avoid a pleasant moan.

"I don't think we need to prove anything to anyone. But if you want, we can start now."

Alice opened her eyes in astonishment. The bold proposition was tempting, but deep down Alice likes to maintain the family's reputation. She also knew that scandals of the sort were not beneficial at all either to her competition with her cousin or her relationship with her boyfriend.

"No..no we don't have to...not now and not here however, I think later, in my room, we can .... test your offer.

"As my lady wishes"

In another corner of the room, Hayama offers a cup to Hisako, who smiles at the scent of cinnamon in her chamomile tea.

"I see you put your own touch on my tea."

Hayama smiled, almost embarrassed to explain.

"Let's say I found the lesson from Mr. Saiba much more enlightening"

The boy intertwined his fingers with his girfriend's free hand. The girl with pink hair, in turn, couldn't avoid a flushed smile. They continued a shy conversation while the scent of tea envelops them.

"Have you asked for an autorization from Nakiri... about us spending a week together?"

"No"

"No?"

"It's not that I'm not going to talk to her ... what I mean is I'm not going to ask for an autorization. She is my friend ... I don't need her permission."

Hayama couldn't explain the feeling of pride on his chest. To see his girlfriend as confident and as free as she was right now made him the happiest man in the world. So much so that he couldn't avoid to kiss her right there. A quick but not less breathless one. The boy heard her stutter his name. They were not a couple who showed public affection like Alice and Ryo, nor were they obvious as Soma and Erina. Hisako likes to think that their relationship was so theirs that it didn't have to be anyone else's.

"Akira ?!"

"Forgive me but I couldn't help it. I am proud of you Arato."

The girl just smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder as she drank the tea that smelled like him.

Not far away from there, right on the dorm counter, Takumi takes courage to ask a question that should have been asked months ago. He had already lost count of how many times he had gone out with Megumi, He knew the names of all her family members, the full explanation behind the lucky charm, The've watched all the Disney movies together from the oldest to the last ones released in the movie theaters. Still, he felt his hand sweat and his heart skip a bit.

"Takumi, are you sure you are alright? Don't want some tea or a painkiller maybe?"

"N..No ... I mean ... don't worry Megumi I ... I'm fine just... just a little nervous"

He ran his hands along his golden threads of hair, searching for trust and to help him keep it calm. Takumi couldn't handle matters of the heart the way a boy with an entire fan club dedicated to him was expected. The charisma and charm guarantee him fans but nothing too close to the safety of romance.

"Hm..right. So ... why are we here?"

"I just ..."  the boy swallowed hard..spired deeply and tried to continue " I need to ask you something, Megumi"

"Hm ok. You can ask"

Takumi approaches her, getting so close he could see her perfectly long lashes. His eyes confident and so bright that they were able to reflect the moon. Megumi no longer fought against the tide that always pulled her into the immensity of his gaze.

"Megumi, I know we are friends and that we have been going out for quite some time. You're such an amazing company and I don't even feel the time go by when we're together. I like our conversations, the way you smile when you like a movie or when you finish a new recipe, you teach me either with your words or with your look. Your words inspired me to be better every day and I finally understood that I don't need to overcome anyone but myself to be better. You make me feel at easy, you give me confidence and I think I'm repeating myself but you surround me with so many good feelings that I keep thinking how wonderful it would be to live on this magic ride with you every day and how happy I would be if I could do the same for you ... so ... if you can ... I mean... if you want ... I would very much like...hmm..."

"Takumi" the girl smiled her heart couldn' possibly stand so much apprehension.

"Okay..sorry ...well..." the young man cleared his throat and intertwined his fingers with the girl - Would you give me the honor to be my girlfriend, Megumi?"

Takumi notice the girl's cheeks flushing, and felt his own neck burning from the spreading flush. Finally he saw her smile shyly.

"I ... I do ... I do! Of course I accept!"

The boy didn't contain his happiness, hugged her tightly and they twirled.

"I thought you would never ask"

"I ... I'm sorry for keep you waiting ... I ... I wasn't sure what to do ... what to say ..."

"It doesn't matter now." She puts her forehead to his and spot his gaze traveling from her eyes to her pink lips.

"Megumi ... may I ..."

"Yes, please!"

Megumi saw him smile before feeling his hot lips. She smiled during the kiss. Happy, light and extremely in love. When facing the room, already holding hands, they were welcome by the angry voices from Alice and Erina, who is once again discussing about something irrelevant. Their boyfriends were doing nothing to appease the heirs. Ryo chose to remain inert and Soma was to entertained laughing about it.

"What's going on here?"

Alice withdrew her red eyes from the battle with her cousin's purple ones and fixed them on the new couple's clasped hands.

"Ahhh more competition! Yes..I'm happy for you two ... yes ... everyone here sure expected this to happen but NO !! I am not going to make it easy for you now that you are the new couple from school"

Takumi and Megumi feel drops of sweat fall from their forehead. Those from embarrassment rather than heat.

"What is she talking about?" Takumi decided to voice the question for both of them. And it was Hisako who provided the necessary explanation.

"Don't worry. She's been that way since the gossip magazine article put her and Ryo at second place in the school's top most powerful couples"

Hayama, who had his hand on Hisako's waist, completed.

"Alice is a very troblesome especially when it comes to competitions. I honestly don't know how Ryo can handle it"

"It must be because he really loves her And believe me a grumpy Ryo is worth a thousand cranky Alices"

The four laughed before hearing Yuki exclaim from across the room.

"Right ... Right ... We are all very happy and some of us very much in love. But there is a very large portion here that is BORED TO DEATH!"

From the girl's side, Sakaki sighed as She nodded.

"Yuki is right. What can we do to pass the time?"

Alice practically jumped with excitement as she spoke .

"I HAVE AN IDEA!"

And with the same speed she spoke she was also barred by a set of voices.

"NO, ALICE!"

"Ahh, come on guys!"

While Alice complained on one side and their friends laughed on the other, Erina and Soma looked at each other. They seemed to imagine the same thing. Who would have thought a silly game would give them a lifetime in paradise.

-THE END-

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ANNNNNDDD CUT!

What a RIDE?! I can't believe it's over. It really took me a while to post the last chapter because I didn't want to say goodbye to this fic. It gave me wonderful moments ... some troblesome ones ( yeah the whole "I was plagiared thing" was a hard one) ... but the vast majority was full of emotion. And I owe it all to you. My readers! To all of you. Whether you're a ghost reader, or if you always comment, whether you're the one who just likes it and favorite it, whether you're the one who eagerly waits, the ones who resisted and has accompanied me til here. I have no words to thank you all. Each of you has given me strength, taught me, and thrilled me in its own way. I hope I managed to get a few sighs fro you guys, a few laughs and the main one,  I really hope that I somehow made of your day a better day ... even if was just little bit. Writing fanfics is like an outburst… you don't expect anything… no waiting for feedback … but hearing from you has undoubtedly been the best of experiences I've ever had. To all of you ... my eternal Thank you and until next time! Love, Maddie

p.s: Sorry about the english although I think my mean gol of improve myself on the langage was achived. Thank you all for that. p.s 2: Thank you to all the amazing friends I've made with this fic! You guys will be always in my heart!

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Fast cars & Freedom: Finally home (16/16)

Here it is... the final chapter had arrived. Thank you everyone for riding along with me on this. My first attempt at ROD, althought we may be closing out this, it doesnt mean we have seen the last of this gang. I have some one shots and possibly a mini planned in the future!

I want to give a few special shot outs @riseandshinelittleblossom for pushing me to do this. @brightpinkpeppercorn for putting up with my crazy venting self!! And also the babies first name! @choicesarehard for her amazing edits and @desiree-0816 for being the biggest cheerleader.

Pairing: Colt x Ellie, mpc crew and friends.

Rating: fluff

This song I picked because it sums up Colt in a nutshell.. also its from one of my favorite movies, and gave me slight inspiration.

Ellie sat slouched back on the couch indian style, amazed she could even get her feet to bend that way.   Any Day now she sighed, her hand rested on her swollen belly. She was huge this time around, much bigger than with Luca, her feet were swollen and she couldn't fall asleep without a back rub. "Well she's asleep, finally." She smiled at the shirtless man in front of her as he laid on the couch, his head resting in her lap. "How many books did it take?" She giggled as she ran her fingers through his dark locks. "Only two tonight.  guess the rehearsal dinner wore her out." A sudden jolt against her stomach collided against the side of his head.

He turned facing her stomach, one hand on the side "Hello in there. You can come out now, daddy can't wait to meet you." He spoke to her stomach, placing a soft kiss against her bare skin. Ellie smiled looking down at him, the sight completely melting her heart. The baby always reacted hearing Colts voice prompting a dance party usually.  They weren't sure what the sex was, both wanting to let it be a surprise. If someone had of told her almost a year ago that this would be her life, she would have laughed. Yet here she was married to Colt, raising their daughter together with another on the way, living next to the beach and ridiculously happy. Any time now  she whispered again. "We should probably get to bed, big day tomorrow." Colt stood, kissing her forehead. "Mmhmm." She practically hummed. She had been having Braxton hicks contractions the past few days, on top of the swelling and the last minute preparations for her dad's wedding, she was exhausted.

"You ok baby?" Colt looked at her concerned.  "Yeah, just these braxton hicks again. Help me up?" She held her hand out as Colt carefully helped her off the couch. They made their way up the stairs slowly, Ellie in some pain, but she hid it from Colt. Her dad was getting Married tomorrow and she was not missing it. She knew Colt would take it as a sign she was in labor, and rush her to the hospital.  The doctor and Ingrid both told her that the Braxton hicks contractions were going to be felt more intense the end time around, and she was positive that's what it was, besides she was almost 2 weeks late with Luca, her due date was a week away.

They laid in bed, colt started at her feet, then her stomach, shoulders and then her back. He had been amazing throughout the whole pregnancy,  never missed an appointment or ultrasound, always attentive, took every mood swing and craving in stride, and he massaged her swollen, achy body every night.  He was an amazing Husband and Father, Ellie thanked god and Logan every chance she got, that they talked her out of going through with the divorce. Sure he was a smart ass, and stubborn to boot, but he was always there for her, had her back and supported her no matter what and he genuinely cherished every moment he spent with them.

The past 8 months have been such an amazing time for them. Colt and Luca were like two peas in a pod. They witty banter between the two kept Ellie in stitches and on her toes. They had drove to Lake Tahoe to see Colts mother, who apologized profusely for stepping in and causing problems.  Ellie and Colt both accepted and they had an amazing relationship. She had pulled out all of Colts photos growing up to show Ellie and Luca. Ellie forming the conclusion that Luca indeed looked just like Colt as a baby. If she had of seen those pictures before the plate test, she was certain that she would have known instantly.

Darcy and Colt spoiled the hell out of her, Darcy ecstatic to have a granddaughter and equally happy to have another little one coming. She literally pissed her pants when she went to open the back door one day and was greeted by a small pony. Of course Colt bought her the damn pony, she knew he would. She had to double check that, neither He nor Toby stole said pony, old habits and all. So yes, everything and everyone was amazing and blissful.

Ellie shot out of bed with a sharp pain to the abdomen. She let out a low, dull sounding moan shit that one hurt. She waddled to the bathroom and got into a warm shower, relaxing her immediately. After her shower she waddled naked back to the bed. Colt rolled over, rubbing her stomach. "You ok?"

"Yeah, just uncomfortable. Lets try and get some more rest, big day ahead of us." She tried to assure him, hoping he bought it.

A few hours later they were up, and out of the house. Colt had bought a minivan for Ellie, although he drove it more then she did.  He had his and ellies hospital bags packed and in the van, along with the car seat installed and the diaper bag ready to go. Colt played no games when it came to being prepared for this baby, he could not even wait. They had a quick breakfast with Frank, sally, Logan and Stacie before the girls were separated and taken for hair and makeup. Ellie was Sallys maid of honor,  Stacie a bridesmaid. Ellie sat in the chair, taking deep breaths, stacie looked over at her "You ok?" Ellie gave her a quick yes, but she knew Stacie didn't buy it. Once Sally stepped into the changing room Ellie tried to walk over to the couch, but a strong pain hit her like a brick. She doubled over and Stacie was on her. "You're in labor aren't you?" Ellie gave her a pleading look. "I don't know. I don't want to ruin my dads wedding. Just let me get through the ceremony.  Please don't say anything especially to my husband." She paused looking down at Stacies slight bump "or I'll tell Logan its a boy."

"Fine! But you know he doesn't want to know yet.   Stacie snapped.

Sally walked out the girls dropped their conversation. "Sally, you look so beautiful.  Dad's going to cry." Ellie teared up. "Really Sally, you look so beautiful." Stacie confirmed. Just then they heard a knock on the door. "Knock knock. I came to collect a bride." Logan popped in, his eyes settling on his mother. It was an odd, yet great feeling to see his mom getting married. Logan grew up without any one, and in such a short time he gained an entire family and was starting his own. The photographer came in to take pictures, first of Sally alone.  Ellie hunched over again, this time Logan seeing it. "Ellie, you ok?" She looked up at him, trying her best to lie "oooh yeah. This one just kicked me, hard." He gave her an unbelieving look, before setting his gaze on stacie. "Colts kid." She offered up.

They finished taking pictures, Logan walked his mom down the aisle to a teary eyed Frank. Ellie was right, her father cried, and so did Sally, Ellie, Stacie and Riya. Colt and Logan served as Franks groomsmen. They made their way to the reception Colt and Luca sitting next to Ellie who was taking deep breaths. "Ellie, what's wrong?" He asked concerned. "Nothing. Im fine, just standing too long." She lied.  

"Maybe we should go to the -" Ellie cut him off.

"No Colt! We are not going to the hospital and ruin my dads wedding for nothing. So please lets just enjoy the day ok?"

She knew it may be a good idea to go, the contractions were stronger,  closer together then they had been. Still she wanted to be there for her dad.

The reception in full swing, Luca dancing up a storm, she was the life of the party. They followed through with the motions, wedding party dances,  dinner that Ellie barely touched. She sat at the table, shoes off and extremely uncomfortable. Colt crossed the room standing before her "Dance with me Mrs Kaneko?" He gave her a devilish smirk that made her heart soar. "Of course. But only because you look incredibly sexy right now." She took his hand and joined him on the dance floor. The swayed together as close as they could possibly get, before Ellie stopped abruptly. Colt slipped a little "Shit, be careful El. I think someone spilled something." He said looking down at the puddle by their feet. "My water. My water broke." She looked up at him, wide eyed. "Your. Oh shit." He looked around for help, he had no idea what to do in that moment.

Ellie doubled over, a wave of extremely strong contradictions hitting her hard. "Ok, just breathe El. Were gonna get to the hospital." Colt looked up, seeing Logan "Logan, I need your help." Logan, noticing the panicked look on his face rushed over. "The baby's coming. I need your car."  Colt told him, Logans car was much faster than the minivan. Ellie let out a painful moan, getting the attention of pretty much the entire room. Logan tossed him the keys, colt giving him the keys to their van. "Mom, can you keep Luca for us?" Colt looked towards his mother. "Of course. We will be up soon. Good luck you two." Darcy gave them each a quick kiss and hug.

"What's going on?" Frank came up, concerned.  "Babys coming. We gotta get to the hospital." Colt filled him in as he ushered Ellie towards the exit. "I'm coming with you guys." Frank insisted. "No daddy. Finish the wedding, please." She groaned out. "Ellie I-"

"No. You have fun. Come up after ok." She cut him off. "I love you Eliana."

"Wait for me. I'm coming with you guys." Riya insisted.  Colt nodded and off they went.

Colt speed to the hospital, they rushed inside and were whisked away to a room. Riya called the doctor ahead to inform him that Ellie's water had broken and she was on the way to the hospital. "Hi mrs Kaneko. Im kelly, I'll be your nurse. Dr Coulson will be here soon." The short blonde woman said, taking her blood pressure and hooking her up to monitors. Another contraction hit her hard "oooooh god." She screamed out as colt grabbed her hand "breathe El." He tried calming her as she firmly gripped his hand. "Ok. Your contractions are consistent,  lets see what progress you've made." She checked dilation and station. "Oh wow, your at 8 hun. And the baby is low. Let me try and get the doctor on the phone." Kelly stood, quickly exiting the room another contraction hit hard and she almost jumped off the table. "Whoa Ellie." He steadied her. "It hurts. Fuck!" She hollered. "I know baby. Your doing so good. What did you do with Luca to ease the pain?" He asked. "I had an epidural. This fucking hurts." Finally the dr walked in.

"Hello Ellie, colt. Ready to have a baby?" Dr Coulson smiled. "Beyond ready doc." Colt beamed. Ellie nodded,  sweaty and heavy breathing. "Yeah, pressure, lots of pressure. can I get something for the, ooooh pain?"

"Well. You were at 8 a little bit ago. Let's see where your at now." The dr checked her, shaking his head. "Well, this baby is ready to come out. Your at 10."

Everything happened fast, Colt stood there at Ellie's side gripping her hand as she put her feet in the stirrups. He could feel the adrenaline kicking in, like he was just about to race.  "Ok Ellie, with the next contraction i'm going to need you to push." Dr Coulson ordered.

Ellie beared down and pushed hard, Once, twice. Colt was amazed as he watched the woman he loved bring the life they created into the world. The baby's black full head of hair first, another big push and the baby was all the way out. "You did it El. Our baby is here." He sobbed as they heard their child's healthy set of lungs. "Its a boy." Dr Coulson announced.  "We have a son Colt." Ellie sniffled. They cleaned him up and placed him in Ellies chest. "He's beautiful." Colt showered her in kisses. The nurse snapped a few photos for them before he was taken to the warmer and weighed and measured. He was 8lbs 6oz 21 ½ inches, had a head full of jet black hair and looked exactly like a scrunched up version of Colt.

They nurse brought him back over, placing him in Ellies arms. Colt sat on the bed next to his wife and son, Ellie looked up at his blissful face she knew exactly what he needed. "Here you go daddy." Ellie said as she handed him off. Colt took the tiny person in his arms,he looked down at his son, a sense of pride washing over him. He had texted his mom after they were given the ok for visitors, a short while later Darcy walked in with a shy Luca. An odd sight if they ever saw one, the once outspoken, opinionated 6 year old was now  cowering behind her grandmother.

"Hey princess. You want to come meet your baby brother?" Colt beamed at his daughter. She nodded her head hurrying over as colt squatted down to her level. "He's so tiny." Her small voice almost a whisper. Darcy came over to hug Ellie before taking a glance at her new grandson. "He looks just like you did as a baby." Colt looked up and smiled. "So, we got a name for this little guy?" Darcy eyes the two. "We do." Ellie spoke, "but we're waiting to tell everyone when they get here."

They didn't have to wait long,  the room filled with all of their family and friends. Barley anyroom to stand,  they all crowded around the sweet little bundle of joy. Another momento of the love they shared,  and someone to share the over abundance of aunts and uncles they had. Colt sat next to Ellie as she held their son, Luca on the other side. Everyone snapping pictures of the happy family in front of them. "Ok everybody, Colt and I would like to formally introduce you all to our son." She smiled as she looked to Colt. "Everyone, meet Cade Teppei Kaneko."

They chose to name him after Colts dad, who they were sure was looking down on them. He wasn't there for Colt, but Colt was sure he would have been for his Children.  Ellie may have started out as someone the crew used for information, but in a short time she changed them all, for the better. Colt stood back, looking at the group of people in front of him. The motto of the crew was always look out for yourself, somehow along the way they became a family. Ellie came into his life like a hurricane and turned his world around. He once told her she was his queen, that they would run the city together but these days he was thinking bigger.  She was his queen, but not of the city, she was queen of the world, his world.

He closed his eyes, envisioning his father. "Life is good pop. And it's only going to get better."

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