#thanks for waiting tech took forever to get ok

[letshareapapou]

@enigmatist17 suggested Omega poking Crosshair.

Wrecker might have helped.

Tech is tired and maybe a little petty

[natashaslesbian]

We Saved Each Other (Part Two)

Summary: Natasha bring you back to S.H.I.E.L.D. She starts to find herself caring for you

Word Count: 851

Parings (Natasha Romanoff x Kid!Reader) (Avengers x Kid!Reader)

Warnings/Content: Swearing, minor red room mentions, injury detail, scars, hints towards an abusive past

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The journey back to HQ was long, almost 6 hours. Thankfully it was shorter than a typical aircraft journey thanks to the high tech S.H.I.E.L.D jet. You slept most of the way and Natasha never left your side, not once. Her need for water or a bite to eat meant nothing against your safety. Of course you were safe, she knew that, but she feared you waking with only Clint in sight. “How is she?” Clint asked “still sleeping” Natasha answered “how are you?” The silence was deafening, how the fuck did he think she was. “I’m fine” she coldly said, still solely focused on you. As if you sensed her discomfort, you began to wake, increasingly concerned by your whereabouts. Clint took a step back as to not frighten you. “Hey sleepyhead” Natasha cooed. You rubbed your eyes and looked around, your eyes landed on clint and you backed away. “Wer me?” You whispered “ou say saf! No urt!” You finished, pointing towards Clint. “Hey, it’s ok, this is my friend Clint. He won’t hurt you I promise.” Her Russian accent had your attention, you hadn’t seemed to notice it before. “scawd” you whispered “you don’t have to be scared anymore” The redhead reached for you and you cautiously accepted her touch “we’re gonna get you somewhere safe just like I promised” she paused for a moment, thinking “I’ll take care of you” your little eyes lit up with hope and Natasha knew that now, she was forever connected to you.

Natasha excited the jet, you in her arms. Clint suggested he would meet with Fury alone to debrief as to give the widow a chance to decompress and Nick agreed; though he had many questions when he saw your small frame. “Um, if you go see agent Hill she should be able to find you, um her, some change of clothes” he stuttered. Natasha nodded, thankful to be able to get you out of your dirty ripped rags. You averted your eyes from the many wandering gazes of passing agents while Natasha was lead to a private room. The redhead set you down and thanked her fellow agent who smiled and exited in a hurry. “Let’s get you changed yeah?” Natasha said as she began rummaging through an old dusty box “maybe get you a bath or shower? Get you cleaned up?” You tensed up for a moment, frozen in place. “Sweetheart?” The redhead said. You peaked up at her through your teary eyes “no wata” you whispered, “I won’t hurt you hunny, I promise” Natasha knelt down to meet your eyes, she could see the fear painted across your face “ok” she sighed “no shower but darling we need to get you cleaned up a bit, and I need to see if you’re hurt” you were defiantly hurt, inside and out, past and present.

You hesitantly agreed and the widow snuck into the bathroom to grab a warm wash cloth. You settled yourself on the edge of the bed while you waited, your heart pounding. “Right then buttercup” Nat said as she re-entered the bedroom “let’s get you out of these dirty clothes” she waited for your lead and eventually you pulled your shirt towards your waist. Natasha soon realised you were completely bare other than the thin material draped over you, she cautiously placed a towel over you, slightly frightened by your small flinch. “It’s ok” she hummed. When the rest of your small frame was revealed Natasha was taken aback by your state. Dark bruising marked your shoulders and hips and the littering of scars across your stomach brought a lump into her throat. When you noticed her staring you quickly hid behind the towel and averted your gaze. Realising her mistake, Natasha took a step back. You watched as she rolled her own shirt up, revealing a scar above her right hip “I got this one a few years ago” she said. Your curiosity got the better of you “wha happen?” You asked. “I was shot, I have other scars too you know” Natasha said as she came back to your side “you don’t have to be ashamed of them, what happened?” She said, kindly mimicking your earlier question. You thought about telling her, the older woman had been so kind to you and you had started to trust her. You opened your mouth to speak but all you could hear were your fathers words

“if you tell anyone about what daddy does to you, I will kill you, just like you killed your mother you pathetic little bitch”

You snapped your mouth shut and shrunk back into herself “it’s ok” Natasha whispered “you don’t have to tell me, but if you change your mind it’s safe for you to tell me” her hand came into contact with your shoulder and the breath got stuck in your throat “‘M cold” Nat sprung back into action, ecstatic that you had told her what you needed.

There was a warmth in the air now. And a silent sentiment that just maybe things were going to be okay.

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[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Happy STS! If your characters could pick a fictional character they relate to the most, who would it be?

Happy STS! Thanks for the ask!

This is surprisingly difficult? Have to give this a lot of thought... I've decided to just find like,,, one thing where I can compare.

For Lexi, I was trying to think of a character who overstrained themselves trying to hang out with everyone, since that's her main arc of Part Two, and like the only character I can think of is freaking Pinkie Pie, at least in like one of the few FiM episodes I remember lol. But then I thought more, and realized also Mabel Pines. Her final arc was refusing to leave her friends because she was scared of the unknown.

For Maddie... I feel like maybe Tech from Bad Batch or Phineas and Ferb together. Just for the autism coding and STEM love. Can't wait until I get to write her robotics club in Part Two.

Ash...man I hate to say it: Sam Winchester pre-season five SPN and Jayfeather from Warriors but for like very specific reasons. Sam's demon blood to fuel his powers vs her probes for hers? Then Jayfeather's whole visions (ish) to the past and obsession with that and his stick are also similar.

Gwen...idk I'm feeling Remi from unOrdinary. Admittedly I am not caught up, haven't read since like 2021-22ish, but her demeanor and also vigilante work is similar to Gwen in Part 3-4 idk. Maybe Katara actually. Her maternal and empathetic instinct at a young age, but I stoke her fury later hehe.

Robbie... Idk I'm feeling maybe Percy Jackson from the ADHD + being powerful and capable and smart yet a fucking dumbass? Peter Parker? Why is this hard.

Akash is also hard but I'm going with vibes given from Sokka from atla and Gus from Psych. For Sokka it's like he's goofy but also like the braincell. Gus for the "he radiates Good Kid energy but his best friend since forever is a little chaos machine so it rubbed off on him and he looks normal next to his friend but weird next to anyone else".

Jedi... Ok I know but it's not his name - Anakin Skywalker to some extent. Like part of one corrupt organization, move to another one rip. Also a lot of trauma rooted in parents and attachments and all.

Carmen I'm feeling Pearl from Steven Universe. Admittedly I haven't seen SU but from what I can tell Pearl's obsession with Rose Quartz is similar ISH to Carmen's with Atsila, so I'll make the connection. I feel like this is a very fitting red flag.

Why was this hard it took like an hour of thinking.

Thanks for the ask though! It was fun!

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[blue-kyber]

When you write your strong, talented, brave, self-sacrificing MC hero who saved everyone devolving into a whiny little shit. :D

(from today's edit of "Out There: The 1K - part 2)

[Jeina] tucked her hands into her pockets, “As for teaching you how to see, I mean it. Right here. Right now.”

“And I told you it’s impossible.”

“Ah, you told me what you think is impossible.”

“Uh huh. Ok,” Yune harrumphed with tar-thick sarcasm. “Glad you’re here to tell me these things.”

“Alright, then prove me wrong. Follow my instructions exactly as I tell you, and if you can’t see after giving it your best, honest effort, then I’ll concede.” 

“Biology doesn’t work that way.”

“So quick to accept the worst of a situation.” she shook her head, “Well, then, since you’re officially a permanent resident here, you and Will are welcome to claim the upstairs room as your own. Divide it down the middle, or whatever you want. Do what you want with it. It’s yours. We'll bring your ship here as promised," she rested her hand in gentle sympathy on his shoulder, "This is your home now, Yune. You won’t be cast out of it.” 

An ache at never seeing the stars again, of never feeling the satisfying thrill of soaring through the sky again knotted in his chest.

He belonged up there. A need to be up there, to explore, to fly, had pulsed through him all his life.

To not experience that again - the one thing he lived for - to be trapped on the ground, would be a soul-killer. He could already feel his soul constricting, writhing, and screaming inside him remembering the past. He didn’t ever want to feel that again, and wanted to scream out loud.

There was no guarantee she could fix the complicated tech. He faced losing his first love forever if she failed.

This might not work, but if he had a vague chance of getting his sight back, he could at least do his best to entertain her unorthodox idea. 

He heard the door slide open. “Wait.”

She paused, bearing a slight smile of relief. She'd hoped he would come to this conclusion.

He stepped away from the edge, “What do I have to do?”

The rain let up seconds later, and the air grew colder as the clouds broke up. Either they were in the eye of the storm, or that was a small, violent one that passed. 

“Come with me.” Jeina took his right hand and coached him down the two steps to the ground.

One step into the wet dirt made him stop and cuff his pants up to below his knees. He didn’t need his feet matching their color, “I’m putting my shoes on.”

“Nope,” she snared him from heading back inside and pulled him out into the valley.

Grudgingly, he went with her. “Oh, come on. You can’t still be on about this whole ‘grounding’ thing. It’s muddy out here.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Yeah, because you’re wearing boots – ech,” he lifted his right foot, “I think I just stepped in something that’s not mud.”

“I’m leading you around the obvious scak piles, but I might miss one or two. It’ll wash off in puddles as you walk.”

“This is some kind of odd torture, isn’t it. What did I do in a previous life to deserve this?” 

“Are you done complaining?”

“No. I’ve not yet begun to fight.”

“You can’t always be this annoying.”

“You keep insisting I’m a kid, so we’ll have it your way. Fine. I’m a kid. It’s my job to be annoying.”

“Well, you’re excelling remarkably at it.”

“Thank you–ach!” more gunk he was sure wasn’t mud squished between his toes. “Uch. This had better be worth it,” he kept going, trying to shake off the gunk, “This is the worst.”

That was one of the many things he loved about space; no organic presents to step in.

The cold, wet ground chilled his bare feet to the crisp crackle of grass and ‘squish-squelsh’ of mud. A brisk wind fluttered his loose clothing. “Taking a blind man on a hike barefoot through a minefield of scak. Great idea.”

She sighed. It was like she was dealing with two of her old friends again when they were this age and she had to guard them. She saw them in this salvager’s eyes, and heard them in his personality.

She knew why he’d transformed into a big child. For one, he was one - he just didn’t believe it - and two, awakening from a lighrey too early will turn the most amiable, pleasant person into an exceedingly cranky, irritable creature that would try even an Ai Hiri’s legendary patience. 

For anyone else, the effects would be like not sleeping at all for three days straight. 

Until he went back to sleep, she would have to deal with a taller, older-looking version of Will.  “Three-hundred years, and it never gets easier,” she mumbled to herself.

It didn’t take long before the effects of being forced out of a lighrey too early hit him suddenly like a meteor. Fatigue turned his limbs into the heavy density of pure karrelite, and the lack of energy gave him shortness of breath. 

“We couldn’t have… done this… inside?” he huffed and puffed.

The parallels between him and Will were amusing. The two were cut from the same cloth, “Being out here will have more of an impact. Trust me.” 

“Sure. Right,” he panted, “Obviously.” he seasoned in as much sarcasm as possible, “What was I thinking.”

She stopped to let him rest against a large white chunk of masonry for a moment.

“Are we there yet?” he tried to look like he wasn’t carrying a small moon on his back.

“Almost.” 

His hand brushed across the rough, dimpled surface of the boulder. It felt exactly like the one near the house, “Where’d all these rocks come from anyway?”

“I’ll tell you later,” she pulled him away from the rock by his hand, “Come on. Just a little further.”

He groaned from having to keep moving, wondering why he agreed to this crazy idea.

 He wasn’t sure how far out she’d taken him, but it would be a decent trek back to the homestead - at least in his current pathetic state. 

Finally, they came to a stop. “This is it.”

Thank everything they’d stopped. He wanted to sit down - scratch that, he wanted to take a nap, “You’d…said it was…a little…further. That was…more than…a little,” he slumped, bracing his hands against his thighs to catch his breath, “You…lied.”

“I’ve never lied to you once, Yune, I’m not about to start now.” 

“Where’d you… take me, the…the mountains?”

“We’re in the middle of the valley,” she stated.

That wasn’t more than a quarter of a mile. The small valley stretched half a mile wide from the eastern hills to the lake, and from there, another mile. It stretched a mile-and-a-half sideways from mountainside to mountainside. And the house sat a little ways forward of where the hills began. He chastised himself for being this exhausted at half the distance he could normally run with minimal effort.

His sarcastic exclamation echoed loudly enough to disturb some nearby nathreep into a mild, startled bleating, “Great!”

About a minute passed for him to recover. “Ok, against my better judgment, I’m here,” he spread his arms out, “Now what?”

She slipped the blindfold away from his eyes.

He blinked in darkness at the cold breeze brushing across his exposed skin. 

“Now your training begins.”

Her professor-esque tone cut down his smugness. “I kind of don’t like the implications of how you said that.”

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[arson-knight]

The Extramundane Office

Finally I have a job. Took awhile, and the job market was pretty shit… but I got an office job, a plain old desk job. What do we do? Nobody knows, but we probably will sit at computers all day typing away and hitting that good old quota. Oh god I really hope I’m told what my job is… I think it’s marketing. But it also could just be general tech support… 

I take a deep breath walking into the large intimidating building, the rising sun glinting off of the metal work. The mirrored windows reflect the light back into the city. 

The front lobby is nice, not very interesting but nice enough as is. Flowers sit on the front desk, a bit wilted not that the front desk assistant cares. Slowly I walk over to him. 

The assistant at the front desk is wearing a brown argyle sweater vest with a horrifying blue button down underneath. 

“Hello,” I greeted just a tad too quietly, and yet he heard. 

“Hey! New here?” he greeted back in a chipper tone, but not the fake one I’ve come to expect from people like him. 

“Yeah… I am, how did you know?”

“Oh I can smell new blood from a mile away.” he laughed a bit waving his wrist dismissively at his own joke. 

“Interesting.” he was just a tad odd… but hopefully I won’t have to deal with him again, I’m not sure I could deal with the embarrassment knowing this first meeting will forever weigh down on my soul. But it would be fine, it’s cool… It’s a job…. It’s above minimum wage and I’m surprisingly making more than a McDonald's employee so it’s great. 

“Well!” The guy said holding out an orange envelope, “Here is your badge, papers, and a map. You’ll be on the fourth floor!”

I took the envelope carefully, “Thanks, well… I’ll be going now.”

“Yep! I hope to see you again soon!”

“Yeah…” I nodded, walking away, “I don’t hope to see you,” I mumbled mostly to myself when I was far enough. I found the elevators quickly enough and gladly on the 15 floor building it didn’t take long at all for the elevator to arrive. 

Just as I got in, some guy ran over, “Wait!” he called out. 

Reluctantly I put out an arm to stop the doors from shutting. Might as well make a good impression. 

The guy stepped in taking a deep breath, “Thanks!”

“Um… you’re welcome.” as I stared at the guy I noticed something, “You have leaves in your hair.”

“Oh really?” He laughed a bit, shaking them out of his hair, “Sorry ruff night,” he winked with a laugh.

Why the fuck did everyone here have to be so freaking weird. “Yeah… so what floor?” 

“Oh! The fifth! Thanks! So what could I call you?”

I pressed the buttons for floor four and five then looked at him, “Oh… oh yeah, my name-”

“No… what could I call you? It’s dangerous to just offer your name, you don’t know who could be around.”

“Um… ok… well you could call me Logan…”

“Awesome! You could call me Roy!” 

I nodded, the ding of an elevator stopping never sounded so good. “Well looks like this is my floor, I better get going now!” I got off the elevator quickly and started walking down the hall pulling out the map from my envelope to figure out where I was headed.

As I walked out onto the main floor I noticed, all those mirrored windows I noticed outside, yeah no you couldn’t see out of them because they put some dark tinted film over them inside, so it was so dark to the point you weren’t able to see out. Great… so the place has no natural light along with having several weirdos. 

[freeuselandonorris]

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omg ok. my brain is a vault of stardew info ive been playing since release basically.. u get copper ore from the mines, found frequently on floors 1-40. once you find your first ore, the blacksmith will bring you blueprints to make a furnace to smelt it into bars so you can use them for crafting, building, upgrading tools etc. the mines are located near robin’s house and linus’s tent, if you just follow the path to the left of their homes!

haley sucks at first (tbh half do imo) but if u gift her things she likes and keep talking to her, she warms up pretty fast! all of them have liked, disliked, loved, hated, and neutral gifts and will give shitty reactions to disliked and hated gifts ):

i played the fuck out of cyberpunk !! i loved the story behind it, smth ab having a flashdrive stuck into my brain and then some hologram dude talking to me just does it for me. i love johnny sm. what boss are u coming up on?

omg anon ur an ANGEL. honestly my one criticism of stardew valley is that it just kinda…dumps you in it and doesn’t really give you any kind of tutorial lmao?? i’ve figured out a fair amount of stuff through trial and error and followed the journal quests but holy shit it would have taken me forever to figure out that u have to go to the mines to do mining. which like. now it’s written down OBVIOUSLY that’s where you go to do mining but sadly my brain doesn’t work like that lmao.

side note: i went and tried fishing after ur earlier post and oh my GOD it’s annoying. 0/10. took me about four goes just to time the fuckin hit right to get the mini game loaded. horrendous.

CYBERPUNK MY BELOVED!! i have had such an insane trajectory w this game lmao. i was SO excited when it first got trailed because it’s so obviously inspired by neuromancer (i mean frankly the plot is very nearly ripped off neuromancer entirely at times) and blade runner and cyberpunk as a genre is a longstanding intense obsession of mine. and then i got the 1.0 PS4 release when they were practically giving it away for free bc it was such a mess and i barely got halfway through Act 1 bc it was buggy as hell.

THEN like…years? later i got made redundant from work (if you’re non-UK, i think the USeng equivalent is laid off?), impulse bought a PS5 (thanks, adhd impulse spending!) and downloaded 2.0 and promptly got fucking obsessed.

cut for mild spoilers

like. i have never been emotionally invested in a game like this. i’ve never wanted to live inside a game like this! night city feels so so real, and i fuckin love playing as V (i’m playing boy V which is a v good gender experience). there’s some elements of the gameplay i find frustrating and the levels/perks system drives me slightly insane but the storyline, voice acting and the whole design of night city is mind blowing to me.

i have also never ever wanted to fuck a fictional character as much as i do johnny silverhand lmao. GOD. my screenshots folder is full of pictures of him with that cyborg arm on show 🥵 i’m kinda desperate to finish it so i can check out the fic bc i need johnny/V porn but i don’t wanna spoiler any of the endings for myself lmao.

ANYWAY so the boss fight i have coming up is at the end of play it safe, after the parade…i’m just about to start taking out the 3 snipers but i’ve seen on reddit etc that the boss fight at the end of this is hideous, esp if you’re not really highly levelled on body attributes which like…i think i’m on about 11 for body so not super low but i’ve been focused on tech ability (after tbf taking a pretty scattergun approach at first and regretting it). if the boss fight at the end of i walk the line is anything to go by i’m fucked — i gave up on sasquatch in the end and just ran into the cinema lmao, i literally tried about 20 times to get her 😭 my hand eye coordination is NOT good enough for this!!

i have phantom liberty waiting for me after i’m done w the main pack i can’t waittttt

[littlelioncub43]

First of all, super happy for you writing something new 🎉 Fingers crossed for the motivation and inspiration to flow your direction till the very end 🥰

Second of all, P!R thought for the day! I know that most of the boys here would give their partner flowers, but imagine them receiving flowers 🥺

And we know that the tech squad would die on the spot (just picture those puppy eyes get all happy—), but!

How do you think Buck, Lee, Curtis, and/or (because feel free to include whoever you'd like, bestie) Nick would react to a small bouquet, composed for them by their partner?

- P!R

WAIT, ONE OF MY LOVE LANGUAGES IS GIVING FLOWERS SO THIS IS SO FAR UP MY ALLEY LETS DIG IN, SHALL WE? OK? OK!

My lil bean Bucky (or Buckwheat as my brain affectionately called him) would be flustered to all heck. You came over one day with your hands behind your back and a bashful yet excited smile on your lips. When he asked what you had behind your back, you revealed to him a delicate bundle of purple hydrangeas and baby's breath.

"These reminded me of you." Is all you said and handed them over to him.

And when I tell you that he has never grabbed something so tenderly in his life. He's gawking at them and he's tearing up, he really can't help it.

"These are for me?" He asks thickly, his voice is soft and full of emotion. You nod and hum. He sniffles and gives a beaming, watery smile. "Thank you."

He presses a few of them to keep forever.

And on to Big Daddy! He would be shocked and play it off more than the rest of the guys. You dropped it off for him with his lunch. It was a small little bouquet of red, orange, and yellow marigolds. He chuckled and watched as you set them in the vase on his desk.

"What's this, darlin'?" He asks just as you fishinsh arranging them in the vase.

"I saw these on my way over and thought you'd like em," you shrug casually and give him a cheeky glare, "what? You don't like em, Sheriff?"

"No, no, I like em, just fine," he defends playfully.

"Good," You give him a quick kiss before packing up to head home.

And this moody little man (whomst I need to write more for because hot fucking damn he can fucking get ittttttt) would be the most reserved about reacting. That doesn't mean that he wouldnt be over the fucking moon to receive them tho.

Your friend has a peony bush in her garden and the moment you saw them, you immediately thought of Curtis. She was kind enough to let you cut a few to bring home. At first you think that maybe he doesn't like them. He took them from you, stared at them for a while before looking back to you and saying a simple "thank you."

You find them in a vase on his nightstand. The books and pens and whatever else usually cluttered his space had been cleared off completely to make room for the porcelain vase that usually lived on the living room shelf. The stems were clipped equally and the small bundle was arranged carefully and neatly.

He finds you tearing up at the bouquet and simply presses a kiss to your forehead and rubs your arm before going on about his day.

And my wee pet! My darling brat, how I adore him. He would fawn and grin and absolutely love the flowers. He feels so special, so loved, so spoiled.

For his birthday you sent him a dozen roses. But not just any old roses— no, you sent him burgundy roses. The bouquet arrives the morning of his birthday, set for it to be the first thing he sees when he gets up.

He doesn't even get dressed before he's jogging over to the bundle of burgundy flowers. The note you wrote for him was neatly waiting for him, he plucks it from the table and reads it while grinning like an absolute dope. He buries his face in the petals and breathes as deeply as he could before groaning at the lovely natural perfume.

When he sees you for lunch, he makes it a point to nearly drown you in kisses and hugs. He can't kiss you enough for them, he's going to die trying though.

Flowers and their meanings:

Purple hydrangeas: a desire for deeper understanding.

Baby's breath: innocence and purity.

Marigolds: desire, positivity, energy, determination.

Peonies: happiness, love, honor, wealth, abundance.

Burgundy roses: deep love, devotion.

[justkending]

Moral of the Story (Prologue)

Series Summary: From childhood friends, to highschool sweethearts, the two naive, young, and lovestruck teens decided the best way to keep a strong relationship during college would be to marry right out of highschool. No one batted an eye at the idea as everyone knew they were soulmates. However, college is a big step in a person’s life. You learn new things about yourself, you make new friends, find new hobbies… And maybe being newly weds and going to different colleges across the states wasn’t the best plan… After a falling out, and a tragic heartbreaking divorce, the two now hold grudges for how the other handled the whole thing in the past. Neither not really knowing both sides of the story. 10 years later, and they both get a call from the lawyers office that settled their divorce. Somehow the papers never went through and the divorce was never completed. So now, the exes, or should we say husband and wife, have to meet back up after all these years to settle their failed marriage once and for all. (This summary will be shorter in other chapters. I just needed to get the full concept out there;)

A/N (repeat): So the other day while I was doing my hair (quite the process), I was playing music and the song Moral of the Story by Ashe came on. Mind you, I’ve heard this song hundreds of times, but for some reason, this time I got a major story idea! Listening to the lyrics brought me to this new series. Of course, the lengthy summary above will give you an idea of what came to my brain, but I recommend you listen to the song still because it plays a big part in my thought process:) (Plus it’s a good song;) Enjoy and please do not hesitate to share your thoughts and comments with me! I love each and every single one<3

(I will release the first chapter at the beginning of next week! That way I can give myself some time to write more chapters before sharing it!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N (Modern AU)

Word Count: 1200+

Prologue:

"Melody, have the papers for the Bee's Knees company come in yet?"

"Uh, no. But I can call them again and see if they faxed it or sent over a physical copy though," Melody answered from her desk, already typing away to find the company.

"Perfect. We have a meeting with a recycling plant next week and I want to get everything set before we go in with them," Y/N nodded, coming out from her office with a file in her hands. She turned to her assistant at the front desk who was about 20 emails deep and already finding the issue. "Hey, you're not coming in tomorrow, right?"

"Um, no, no. I am. I rescheduled that date," she answered bashfully as if she had been caught in the act of something.

"Melody..." Y/N drug out, hand on her hip.

"What? I- He understood. He said he was fine moving it to Saturday," the young woman shrugged, never looking back at her boss that was clearly sending her a motherly stare.

"You're already over your 40 hours this week, and you've rescheduled with him, what? 3 times now?" Y/N moved to the front of the desk so the young brunette had to make eye contact with her.

"Yes," she answered hesitantly.

"Is it just nerves or something else?" Y/N smirked.

"I'm not nervous... It's just been a while since I've had time for a date."

"Two things about what you just said in the past minute. One, clearly this guy likes you because he's rescheduled with you this many times and hasn't called it off yet. So if you're nervous about it not going well on his end, I think you're safe," Y/N pointed a finger at her.

"But-," Melody started.

"Second," Y/N cut off with a raised eyebrow. "I'm giving you time to go on a date and you're still not taking it. Work is no longer an excuse."

Melody stopped avoiding eye contact and looked up at the Y/H/C hair woman leaning on her reception desk.

"You've been talking with my mom again, haven't you?" she sighed.

"I promised I'd take care of you. So yes, I have. And though her reasoning for you dating is because she wants grandbabies, I just want you to have fun and live your life. You're 22. Don't waste your young years being scared."

"Ugh, fine. I'll text him now and see if he's still available for tonight," she groaned.

"Perfect!" Y/N grinned in victory as she started to walk back to her office. "I expect the details in the morning," she winked before she walked in.

"Oh, Y/N!" Melody stopped her. "A message came for you while you were in that last meeting."

"Who from?" Y/N quirked an eyebrow, moving back to the desk.

"Uh, I don't really know. Didn't sound familiar, but here's the name and number they said to call back from," she answered, handing her a note.

Y/N took the small paper and looked it over. Her face dropped and her eyes widened.

"You ok? Is it someone you know?" the young assistant asked, noticing what looked like horror on her face.

"Um, yeah. Yeah, an old acquaintance of mine," Y/N tried to quickly brush off. "Um, I'm going to take this. Can you hold any calls and if anyone comes to talk, tell them to just email me?"

"Oh, ok. Yeah, I'll take care of it," Melody nodded.

"Thank you."

Rushing back to her office and quickly shutting her door, she raced to her phone. She read the business name again, not sure if she was dreaming or if it was a hallucination.

Nope. Hammer Attorney was written in Melody's perfect penmanship on the paper with a number that held an area code from New York. A place she never thought she would hear from again and from a town she hadn't visited in almost 10 years._________________

"Buck, did you tell Fury about getting those new water therapy machines?" Steve shouted from his room.

"We're at home, Steve. Why are we talking about work?" Bucky groaned as he slouched on the couch. A beer in hand and a documentary with I Survived stories playing in front of him.

Steve came in from around the corner looking down at his phone in hand before moving his eye line to his roommate.

"Because I just got a call from the night crew saying that the last one that was working, finally went out tonight while they were running it for some test," Steve raised an eyebrow.

"Ugh, you would think that a facility run by a billionaire who literally makes his money on high-tech machines, wouldn't have to ask for those kinds of things," Bucky groaned, grabbing his own phone and going through emails. "Let me check to see if the email went through. He wasn't in office when I went to tell him."

As he was sorting through the hundreds of emails sent back and forth just this week alone, he found the reply message.

"Yeah, management confirmed it. They should be in by Saturday it looks like. Guess Stark was still working out the kinks to a new one and was waiting to send one our way until the last one died to get more time on his newest model."

Steve nodded before walking to the kitchen and typing Bucky's response to the other crew members.

"The man is always finding new ways to upgrade them before he can even send them to us."

Just as Bucky was about to throw his phone to the side again though, it started ringing. Looking at the caller ID, he didn't recognize the unknown number. It was from in-state but in his hometown area of Brooklyn. He pinched his eyebrows together confused at the call, but answered it anyway, thinking it must be someone from home.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Is this Mr. Barnes?" The other voice answered.

"Yes, this is him. Who's this?" he asked, sitting up a little and putting the beer on the end table.

"My name is Matthew Murdock. I work at Nelson and Murdock Law firm," he went on. Bucky shook his head not knowing what that was supposed to mean. "Well, you may actually know us previously as Hammer Attorney. We recently just took over their business after some fraud issues."

Bucky's heart stopped. He knew what that name meant.

"I hate to inform you, but we were going through some of their old files. Ones we were informed could be incomplete or done completely incorrectly due to little care in the actual cases, but more so in taking the money."

"Incomplete cases?" Bucky said softly. His brain was still trying to wrap around the conversation.

"Yes, unfortunately, it looks like a lot of cases having to deal with divorces that the past owners handled, were done strictly in order to launder money. They weren't actually certified, nor trained in handling divorce settlements."

Bucky froze. Eyes wide. Mouth agape.

He stuttered out a response when the man on the other line didn't continue.

"A-And talking about incomplete divorce settlements, you called because..." Bucky knew. He needed to hear it out loud because if he didn't, it wasn't true. It couldn't be.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Barnes, but it looks as though you and your wife, Y/N Y/L/N or sorry, Y/N Barnes, are actually not divorced."

(I will release the first chapter at the beginning of next week! That way I can give myself some time to write more chapters before sharing it!)

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[supercorpkid]

Walking in someone else’s shoes.

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

Word Count: 2865.

Home.

“Baby? Time to get up.” You open your eyes and see your own head hovering above you. Your first reaction is obviously getting freaked out about it. Did you die? Is your body detached from your soul? How the hell are you experiencing yourself as an outsider right now?

“What?” You hear your voice and then it hits you. Right. You and Lena have body swapped. Because that is a normal thing in your life, apparently. “Oh, right. That.”

“Yeah. It was weird at first to me too, but then Kara and I flew to Ireland and picked up scones, and I think this is going to be the best day of my life.” Lena says excitedly, and you roll to the side.

“I woke up a minute ago and I can already tell that this won’t be the best day of my life.” You growl, a little too annoyed by her excitement first thing in the morning. “Plus, I thought you said no flying to other countries to pick up food all the time.”

“Well, it was the first time for me, so I still have credit.” She smiles, turning your face to her side. “Let’s go, you have to be at work at 8.”

“What’s the point of being a CEO if you can’t sleep until late?” You mumble under your breath, forgetting she has your super hearing.

“The point is-I-I’ll tell you what the point is-” Lena says, and you stare at her waiting for the point. “I’ll tell you later. Right now, we really have to go.”

“Ugh, fine.” You get up and look at her outfit. “You’re not wearing that to school.”

“Why not? Jamie was wearing something very similar the last time she was here, so I thought-”

“No, trust me. You can’t wear that outfit. It will get unnecessary attention.” You go to your closet and pick up a plain and boring outfit. She looks outraged that she has to wear something so lifeless but doesn’t fight you on it.

“Your outfit is on my bed.” She points in the direction of her bedroom, and you agree with your head.

“I’ve figured it out.” It was pretty obvious that Lena wouldn’t let you choose what to wear. And if you’re being honest, you rather not make this decision anyway.

You get dressed in your mom’s clothes and look at yourself in the mirror. Wow. You can get used to the feeling of looking this good in a suit. Or in anything, really. You’ve always wanted to look like Lena, and now you are Lena. Maybe this day won’t be so bad after all.

“Hey, love.” Kara says when you walk in the kitchen. “What’s wrong with your shoes?”

“I can’t walk in these.” You look at Lena currently jumping up and down on the kitchen.

“I never get tired!” She just says, like it’s a good explanation on why she’s being so weird. “And I’m never not hungry. It’s a crazy feeling.”

You exchange a sympathetic look with Kara. “Insane.” You look back at Lena. “Can I wear sneakers instead of heels?”

“Only if you want them to think I died and was replaced.”

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes. “Little ride to work, honey? Since I can’t really drive, and I can’t walk in these things.”

“Oh, oh, can I fly to school?” Lena asks excitedly, and you look at your own face and smile. How is it so easy for her to say no to you all the time? You’re finding it very hard right now.

“Be careful.” You slowly walk towards her, trying hard not to fall. “Listen, don’t call unnecessary attention to yourself, ok? Stick with Jamie. Don’t kiss my girlfriend. And oh, right-” You give her a bitchy smile. “Don’t break anything.”

“HA HA.” She fakes a laugh and kisses your forehead. “Just ask Jess to cancel all meetings today and tell her you have something important in the lab, and then have fun.”

“Sounds easy.” You agree with your head, and she makes her way to the backyard door. “Who’s Jess?”

“Sounds really easy.” Kara jokes behind you.

“You’ll figure it out. See you later!” You watch your body flying out the house and you look back at Kara with a smile.

“How weird are our lives, right?”

“I’m still mad you swapped bodies with your mom and not with me.” Kara says, looking anything but mad. “I would be so much better pretending to be you.”

“It’s a bet, momma. What’s the point of swapping bodies with you just for the fun of it?”

“The fun of it! Well, come on Mrs. Luthor, you have a company to run.”

L Corp.

It’s within your first few steps with these terribly uncomfortable shoes that you find yourself being followed by a short little guy with a recorder in hand, shoving it at your face.

“Mrs. Luthor, can I get a quote about the new device L Corp is launching in a few days?”

You search your mind for anything your mom might have told you about a new device, but you have nothing.

“Please get in contact with my secretary for an approved quote about it. If you excuse me.” You make your way inside L Corp with a smile on your face. You know what? You’re a pretty convincing Lena Luthor. “Aly!”

“Mrs. Luthor! Hi-Good-Good morning?” Aly shuffles a little uncomfortable in her chair. Ok, so apparently your mom doesn’t speak so excitedly to the receptionist. Noted.

“Good morning!” You walk to her front desk. “Did I ever get you that raise my daughter told me about?”

“You-you did not, Mrs. Luthor.”

“Oh, sorry about that. I’ll get right to it! Thank you for your services and for being so nice with my kid.”

“Of course! She is an awesome kid.” Aly says and you smile from ear to ear. She IS nice.

“Very well! Good day to you.” You tap on her table and make your way inside the building. You can do this!

“Hey-” You look at your mom’s assistant and smile. “Jess?”

“Good morning Mrs. Luthor. Your meeting with the CFO is confirmed at eight thirty and your meeting with the tech team is-”

“Sorry Jess, if you would be so kind as to cancel all my meetings today. I have some important work to do in the lab.” You say making your way inside Lena’s office thinking this will be the end of it, but Jess follows you closely behind.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Luthor, but these meetings are urgent, and Mr. Larson said it’s critical that this meeting still happens this morning in order to…” Blah-blah-blah. Is what you hear after. Who the hell is Mr. Larson anyway?

“Ok, ok. Keep the two meetings, but that’s it. My work in the lab today is also critical. Send Mr. Larson in when he arrives. That’s all, Jess. Thank you.”

As soon as she leaves the office, you grab your phone to text your mom.

You: Who is Mr. Larson? What’s so urgent about this meeting? HELP!

You wait for her answer, but it doesn’t come, so you just breathe deep and hope you don’t have to say anything in this meeting. Men love to talk anyway.

National City High School.

“Hey weirdo!” Lena looks behind herself to see Jamie running after her.

“Oh, hi Jamie.”

“Hi? What’s wrong? You’re weird today.” Jamie says making Lena freeze. Really? All it took was a ‘hi’ and she already knows? “Nah, just kidding, you’re always weird.”

“Yeah? So are you. Anyway, what’s my first class today again?”

“Physics?” Jamie furrows her brows at Lena.

“Great! I’m good at that!” Lena smiles from ear to ear and Jamie lets out a confused sigh. She doesn’t have time to ask any questions because soon Maya is coming at her direction.

“Hey babe! Hey Jamie!” Maya plucks her lips together and comes a little closer, so Lena knows what’s coming right after.

“Oh, babe!” Lena hugs her tight, staying like that for longer than usual. “Wow, you smell so good.”

“Thank you!” They step away from each other and Lena gives her a big smile. Maya smiles back looking a little confused, but she lets it slide. “You cool?”

“Yeah! Great! Awesome! Amazing! Tubular!” Tubular? Stop talking Lena. Stop talking. “Let’s get to class! We’re here to learn!”

“Ok?” Maya says looking at Lena getting inside the wrong classroom. “Maybe we could go to our class, instead?”

“Yeah.” Lena comes back to where they are. “That would be neat.”

“What the fuck.” It’s Jamie’s reaction. Come on, Lena! Get it together!

L Corp.

“So what we need is more funding for not so high-tech products, but companies have a tendency to not want to invest in them.” Mr. Larson, who has been speaking for at least half an hour non-stop, says to you. “Do you have any different process you would like us to use whilst approaching this situation?”

“Me?” You ask and he nods the slightest to you. “Oh. Ummm. Not-Not yet. We must consider different, ummm, approaches. So this situation has to be studied further.”

“Ok. Now onto the paycheck of our employees-” Great. Is this going to last forever? This is even worse than most of your classes. How do you make him stop talking?

“About paycheck. Let’s give a raise to Aly. I don’t know her last name, she’s at the front desk.”

“Mrs. Luthor, I’m here to tell you we can’t give anyone raises any time soon. The tribute over the-”

“I’m sorry Mr. Larson, I don’t think I’ve made myself clear enough.” You put your hands under the table, so he doesn’t see how much you’re shaking while saying this. You hope he can’t hear it in your voice too. “I say let’s give Aly a raise, you as the CFO must find a way to do so.” You give your best Lena Luthor eyebrow raise with a long stare. “If that’s all, I must ask you to excuse me because I have another meeting.”

“Oh no, Mrs. Luthor, you have to sign these documents and look over the-” He says, but you are already up and leaving. Palms sweating and heart racing.

“I will take a look at them later and send my assistant over when it is signed. Thank you, Mr. Larson. You can see yourself out.” You’re almost sprinting out the door, but you breathe deep and try to look like you belong there. “Jess, I’ll be at my lab. I mean, my daughter’s lab. Let me know when I’m needed in the other meeting. Thank you.”

You don’t wait for her answer. You make your way down to your lab and as soon as the door closes behind you, you let out a breath. This is horrible, you don’t want to be Lena ever again.

You hate Lena’s life.

National City High School.

It’s just the second class of the day. Jamie and Lena are making their way to their other classroom, when Lena stops out of the blue, while covering her ears.

“I can’t stay here. Everything is so loud!” Lena looks at Jamie who just shrugs, unbothered. She doesn’t have super hearing, so it doesn’t make much sense. “I’m leaving.”

“What? What the hell little Danvers.” She holds Lena’s arm before she flies away. “You can’t just take off like that. One of your moms needs to pick you up.”

“Fine. I’ll call Lena.” The scoff that leaves Jamie’s mouth is very offensive to Lena.

“Really? You’re going to call Lena and ask her to pick you up because school is too loud?” Jamie looks at Lena like she is nuts. “Are you high on something?”

“What, no! Lena is very reasonable.” Now that maniac laughter that leaves Jamie’s mouth is even more offensive. Great. “Ok, whatever. I’ll call Kara, then!”

Lena turns around all of a sudden, knocking her head over the trophy case. The glass shatters falling on the floor loudly and half of the trophies hit the ground as well.

“MISS LUTHOR-DANVERS AND OLSEN-DANVERS! My office, now!”

“It looks like Mrs. Goodwin will be doing the calling now.” Jamie half smiles, half grunts and Lena rolls her eyes at herself. Damn you, powers!

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell her you had nothing to do with it.” Lena says quickly while they follow the principal to her office.

“Like that ever worked before.” Jamie shrugs it off and Lena thinks about it for a second. How many times Jamie was in trouble because you accidentally turned something simple into a bigger thing because of your powers?

“Wait, you get grounded because of her? I mean, me. Because of me?”

“No, I get detention because of you. It’s not like my moms think I can burn down an entire gym or freeze an entire pool, so they obviously don’t ground me for it. Besides, you know mami doesn’t believe in grounding. That’s Lena’s thing.”

“It’s not Lena’s-”

“Oh please, who’s gonna ground you, then? Kara? As if!” Another offensive scoff. “What’s up with you today, little-Danvers?”

“Just a little off.” Lena waves her off, while thinking about how ‘grounding’ suddenly became her thing.

“You don’t say.”

“Come in, both of you. I already have Mrs. Danvers and Mrs. Olsen on my speed dial, it shouldn’t take so long.”

“Great!” Jamie sits in one of the chairs, picks up a lollipop on top of the principal’s desk and smiles at her. “How’s Mr. Goodwin? Did he figure out how to kill the salmon he fished?”

“He’s getting good at it!” Mrs. Goodwin answers and looks at Lena standing at the door. “Oh, sit down, dear. I know your mom is fast, but she’s not The Flash!” She laughs it off and Jamie makes a number.

“She is certainly not!” Lena lets out a forced chuckle and finally sits. “Actually, can you call Lena today, Mrs. Goodwin? I think Kara is rather busy.”

“Rather busy.” She mocks. “Of course she is busy, Miss Luthor-Danvers. But this isn’t bad enough for me to distress Mrs. Luthor. You know how this works. Minor infractions we call Mrs. Danvers. So just sit back and wait. Oh! Mrs. Danvers!” Mrs. Goodwin says on the phone. “Yeah, she destroyed the trophy case! I swear your kid has the strongest head I’ve ever seen! Yes! You should take her to check for a concussion. Poor thing wanted me to call Mrs. Luthor instead! I know, she knocked her head hard!”

Ok, that’s messed up. Lena can’t believe what she’s hearing about her in this school.

“Mrs. Danvers will be here in five minutes. She’s in the neighborhood. Now onto Mrs. Olsen.”

Lena hates your life.

Home.

“Hey, mom.” You walk in a lot earlier than Lena usually does, and you see your/Lena’s head peeking out of the couch. “I brought the ‘empathizer’ so we can get this over with.”

“Why?” You hear coming from the living room, while you kick her shoes to the side and let her hair down. You have a headache from tying your hair so high in your head.

“Because I quit. Your life is horrible. You win.” You make your way to the living room slowly. You can’t believe you’re backing down from a bet, but you can’t spend another day in Lena’s shoes anymore. Literally. But also, figuratively.

“A-HÁ! I knew it!” She smiles excitedly and you roll your eyes. You see Kara coming from upstairs and she gives you a symptomatic smile.

“Long day?”

“The longest of my life and it’s not even night yet.” You complain, earning a smile from Kara.

“Good thing that you’ve won the bet then!” Kara shows you her hand for you to high-five and you furrow your brows.

“No, I quit.”

“Yeah, well. Lena actually quit-”

“KARA!”

“Like an hour ago.”

“KARA!”

“Or maybe even before.”

“Why don’t you stop talking when I’m yelling your name?” Lena growl upset.

“What?” You make your way to the couch and watch Lena laying down in it with your super suit looking destroyed. You just raise an eyebrow at her.

“There was a fire.” She explains with a sheepish smile. “I made it out alive!”

“My suit hasn’t.”

“She also destroyed school property and I had to go pick her up and it wasn’t even ten yet.” Kara says again, making Lena grunt in frustration.

“You’re grounded, young lady.” You cross your arms looking at her and she sits up immediately. You look at her hair, your hair, half burnt and completely messy and shake your head at it.

“I thought you wanted to switch back!” She looks desperate at the thought of staying in your body longer.

“Not today, because you’re grounded.” You smile victorious. “Maybe tomorrow morning, if you behave well.”

You leave it at that and make your way to Lena’s bedroom for a long bath. She doesn’t need to know that you gave a raise even when there was no money to do so, and that you shut off all of the tech team ideas. She’ll deal with this mess tomorrow, because no way in hell you’re staying in Lena’s body for another day.

[deaconusdelirium]

Fight your demons

Requested: “what if the reader slipped in and out of what happened and what’s not. Like, switch Crosshair out with the reader, after they get their chip removed, she’s just really scared about hurting the Batch and especially Omega, maybe she just has a mental breakdown and then that’s when everyone notices how much you’ve lost yourself. I’ve also noticed you have more Crosshair lovers than the other, so go ahead and do Crosshair. Soft! Please🥰”

Oh man, that definitely hits the feels

———

You ran, ran far, Gerreras soldiers weren’t cut off, and they sure went going to get back to him. “Commander. We caught a few of Gerreras men, six to be exact” you stopped, making the other Elites as well. You held a fist up, “Fall back, we’ve got what we need” “but the orders were to eliminate all of Gerreras troops” the guy who thought of himself higher than the group spoke up, throwing an attitude already, the others looked at him. They knew he said something, “oh?” You turned, facing him, “I’m the commander here, you take orders from me. And I say we fall back, let those two go, they’ll tell Gerrera we’re here. He’ll send out more of his soldiers. Then we’ll strike, got it?” You explained, walking closer as he backed off, “yes, commander” he nodded, standing straight again as you took off towards the Regs who had the hostages.

They weren’t far, but that didn’t mean you could walk. By the time you got there, there was eight of them, “we caught two sneaking around” you hummed, walking up to the soldiers, “let’s make this easy and short. Where’s Gerrera?” “like we’ll tell you” one of the guys spat, “oh I’ll make you, starting with her” you pointed at one of the ladies, the Elite grabbed her. Forcing her to her knees. “Talk” the soldiers looked at her worryingly, “don’t! Tell her, I’ll be fine” the woman spoke, “let her go” “talk and then maybe I will” they all glared at you, the Elites stood behind them, just in case they got any ideas. They seemed to talk to each other, you watched as they exchanged words between them “We lay our life down for Gerrera, we’re not telling you anything” their heads held up high with pride.

“Fine, kill her” the Elite that was holding her, shot her, making Gerreras squad yell and try to break free. “Last chance, all of you” you warned, wasting time on people who weren’t worth it. “Didn’t you hear the first time? Or can’t you get anything through that helmet of yours? We’re not saying anything.” The supposed leader spoke for them all. You leaned over to the ‘executioner’ as he always did as told. “Kill them all, leave the one at the end alive” you said, he gave a swift nod. Telling the others as the guy at the end flinched as his teammates fell, the sound of leaves crunched under your boots as you walked up to him. Kneeling down to meet his eye level, “you’re chosen for a reason, now, I promise not to hurt you if you tell me, where Gerrera is” he shook, looking at you. “He left, but his caravan..” he finally spoke. “Uh huh” “they’re the vulnerable ones, down the road, just before you caught us” you stood up, walking away, “thank you for your cooperation, your no longer needed” you shot him, making the troopers around look at you.

“You said you wouldn’t hurt him if he told you the truth!” The woman slightly raised her voice at you, “and he’s lying, we have scanners all over this planet, more than one. If someone was disobeying orders to help Gerrera, we would still have others to tell us if a ship has left or not. And they’re has been no word on that, however. The caravans most likely here, I’d say far off considering we have troops a few clicks out and we would have found them by now. We have no use of a liar with us” they listened, you were right. If someone did betray the Empire, then there were still others loyal, and they would immediately alert you. They watched as you walked off, coming to your side again. “Find them” you told others as they got into squads and set out.

The caravan wasn’t hard to find either, it seemed like they didn’t know that you were there. Now you watched as they quivered by their ship, holding each other. One of the Elites spoke against your orders, “we signed up to be soldiers, not an execution squad” he spoke, the others unsure if they should follow the man, “you know why they put me in charge?” You asked, he turned to face you, the other Elites stepping back, knowing he was done for “it’s because I’m willing to do what needs to be done” you shot him as the others backed up again, looking at you. “Good soldiers follow orders, finish the mission” you told the others as they walked closer to the civilians. You watched as they complied with your orders, feeling a bit of pride grow for your squad since they almost stopped questioning your ways.

—

You woke up, gasping as tears had already made their way down your face in your sleep. The image played like it was moments ago, but it seemed like forever, you touched the side of your head. The feeling of the small scar there told you that the chip wasn’t there anymore. You felt like you were trying to breath, your eyes watered again. As you heard Hunter run in while a sleepy Omega jogging after him, her eyes widen as she seen you. “Y/n, Y/n are you ok? What’s wrong?” Hunter came to kneel at the edge of your bed, his hand touched your arms as you pulled away, “don’t...” pulling away from his grasp. “Y/n?” Omega called out, walking towards you, her hands held out to grab yours. “I said don’t, go away” Omega looked at Hunter worryingly, he nodded to her, she walked out feeling sad. “Y/n, what happened, is everything alright?” Hunter asked, his voice gentle as to not make you anymore upset. “I.. I don’t want to talk about it” you held your knees up to your chest as you spoke through your arms. He understood, standing up and walking out the door “I’ll be here if you need me” he said before leaving.

You wiped your tears with the end of your blanket, regaining your breath as you calmed yourself. “Problem?” Crosshair asked, leaning against your doorframe with his arms crossed, he was the only person you didn’t want to show tears around, considering he was more intimidating than Wrecker and Echo. “No” you answered shortly, sitting there as the thought of innocent people were gone. “I know you’re lying,” he spoke, coming to sit at the end of your bed, “I’m listening” he said it like he does it all the time. I mean, he did, he mostly listened to Tech rant about things he didn’t understand. And he liked listening to him, he didn’t mind at all. You didn’t answer, but he seen as you came to touch your head again. Oh, he knew now.

“You’re worried?” He questioned, hoping to at least get a short answer from you. He didn’t sound upset or moody like he usually was, you scoffed, “more like scared... and worried. I pushed Omega and Hunter away- but I was just so.. scared I’d hurt her. I remember it like it was just today, those innocent people” he was surprised at how easily you pried open. “Those children, just like Omega. They died at my hands, I did it without hesitation. I knew what I was doing yet, I didn’t. It felt like I couldn’t control myself. It seemed right, but now, now it’s wrong” did being under the influence of the chip take that much of a toll on you? Was it like that for all clones? He nodded, “I didn’t mean it, it just..” tears fell as you cried, “it hurts to even think I did that. I would never have done that” you wiped them away, Crosshair felt like he needed to do something.. anything.

“It’s not your fault. It’s the chip” he spoke, trying to reassure you. “And that chip, ugh it still feels like its there and” you cut off as you rubbed the scar. “I just want to be my old self again, one who wasn’t being used by everyone to get what they didn’t want to do, done. I hated it, I hated every second of staying with those Elites, and having to see Rampart almost all the time when I reported back to Kamino” it sounded awful, it must have been too. “I just wish I could forget about it” you confessed, finally feeling like you were able to breath after getting that all off of your chest. And he didn’t judge, he didn’t say anything rude like he always did. You silently cried to yourself, Crosshair didn’t say anything for awhile. You felt like you made him uncomfortable, “sorry, I just..” you apologized, wiping your tears away as embarrassment replaced your self pity.

He didn’t know what to say, it sounded like nothing could be done to help you. So he did the one thing he could think of, he turned and pulled you into his arms. Unsure if he was hugging too soft or too tight, he didn’t even know if hugging too soft was a thing. “Cross, you don’t have too” “shh, just.. relax” you smiled weakly at his attempt to sooth you, and you did relax. His warm embrace felt comforting, something you’ve never felt before. Maybe it was because you’ve never been held or hugged, or maybe because you just tried and needed someone to listen after all you’ve been through. He stayed like that for a long time, he felt the occasional hiccup of you trying not to cry again, he moved away, and so did you. You watched as he stood up, then came to lay down. He pulled the covers over him as he made you lay down. He wrapped his arms around you, but what if this was too far for him?

You laid there, still, not wanting to step over his boundaries. You grew tired, finally putting a hand on his side, making him tense up, but soon relax under your touch. He gently squeezed you, making you slowly come closer until you were holding onto him. “Cross?” You asked, whispering to him while facing his chest. “Hmm?” He was curious to know what you had in mind again, “tell.. tell me this is real?” You hesitantly spoke, grabbing his shirt and holding as much as you could of him in your grasp. “It is.. why?” He waited for your answer, “I’ve had dreams like this, when I was back on Kamino with the Empire. Where one of you held me, mostly you. I missed you guys terribly, then I realized it was always a dream” his cheeks grew warm and his heart broke at the thought of you missing them.

They didn’t mean to leave you all the time, but they had too. “You’re back with us now, don’t worry” he said, tangling his legs with yours and holding you closer. The sound of his heartbeat was new, you actually felt it, and his breathing was something to add onto. It matched yours, or did yours match his? It got late, and you still couldn’t sleep, what if your chip instincts came into play without you even knowing, and then you hurt one of them. Crosshair seemed to be sleeping, but you weren’t sure as you kept tossing and turning every minute, “Y/n, what is it now?” He asked, finding you far away from him when the side you were sleeping on was empty. “I couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t want to wake you... sorry” “there’s no need to apologize, come on” he pulled your arm, making you lay beside him again.

It felt a little better, but not enough to make you sleep. He took note of it, “it’s not there anymore if you’re wondering” he knew you were worried about to chip, so his hand came up to softly rub your temple with a feather like touch. It seems to make you sleep, considering you weren’t moving and your heartbeat slowed to a gentle pace, and your breathing was shallow. Was this all it took to make you sleep? His question was answered as you snuggled into him again, it may have been new to him too. But he had already loved this new found form of touch and reassurance. He only wished he could take away your darkest memories and never have you think of them again, but if this helped you sleep at night knowing someone was finally there, then he would be there every night to fight your demons.

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Wow. I like this one, although... lemme know if you clones want it softer cause I feel like it’s not soft enough...

[chaoticparker]

The Bite

Peter Parker x reader

w/c: 3.7k

warnings: swearing, blood, broken glass, tiny bit of angst but mainly fluff

a/n: Let me know what you think <3

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“All right everyone off the bus and wait inside the lobby!”

Everyone sprung off their seats on the bus and ran to the door. Today everyone was visiting Oscorp, Norman Osborn’s lab, it was some sort of publicity thing so Norman would get elected mayor of New York. 

You and Peter were sitting next to each other during the bus ride, it was early in the morning and you had to wake up much earlier than what you would of liked to, so you both were still half asleep. “You ready to go?” You looked over at Peter who was still sitting in his seat, staring off into space. “come on Pete get up.” You pulled Peter up which seemed to snap him out of his trance. “You ok?” 

“Yea, I just spaced out sorry.” Peter got up and walked into the aisle with you close behind him. Once you got outside the air was crisp and cold, making you and Peter shiver. You ran into the building to get warm and meet up with the other students.

“Where’s Ned?” Peter asked, you swore you saw him get onto the bus with you this morning, but you’re not sure who he sat with. 

Eventually you spot him in the corner talking to someone, “He right over there, but who’s he talking to?” You turned Peter around and inconspicuously pointed to him and the girl.

Peter took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes and the lenses and put the back on to get a better look. “Thats Betty from the schools morning announcement team I th-”

“Thats Betty?” You whisper shouted. “Ned kept bringing up a girl named Betty and I swore her name was Annie, I mean, she looks like an Annie. But I thought Ned just made her up, I didn’t think she was real” You looked over to Peter who was looking a mixture of shock and surprise. “I am so stupid.”

“First off how did you not know Betty’s name we have homeroom together? And second how did you know Ned had a crush on her?” Peter kept his voice down so he doesn’t draw attention to you both, not wanting Flash to overhear and ruin Ned’s chances.

“I think just have a knack for knowing when someone is in love.” You joked

Only Peter didn’t realize you were joking, “Wait what-” Peter started but was interrupted by Mr. Harrington by splitting the groups in two.

“Groups 1-7 on the left and groups 8-15 on the right! AND REMEMBER TO STAY WITH YOUR BUDDY! I DO NOT WANT TO LOSE ANOTHER KID” He yelled, followed by the women working there having a shocked face and her hushing him. 

You and Peter were group 7, you caught Ned’s eyes and he pointed to the right while you pointed left. Ned also pointed to Betty with a big smile on his face, followed by Peter giving him a thumbs up. 

Peter was worried about what you said, you had a ‘knack for knowing when someone was in love’? What did you mean by that? Peter started to worry that you knew he liked you, and you’ve never confessed anything to him because theres nothing to confess. 

No No No, don’t think like that Peter, he thought, trying to hype himself up, if she knew you liked her why is she still around? Surly if she did not feel the same way she would of left. Or she simply does not know. There is still a chance. 

Peter was snapped out of this thoughts by you tugging him on his sweater, “come on the groups about to leave.” Peter and you speeded walked to the rest of the group so you were with the group but just in the back. “Are you doing ok Pete? You seem distracted.” You looked at him worried. Sure, Peter was an anxious guy, you even talked to him about if he wanted any professional help, but he assured you that he’s fine, just a tad overwhelmed, but this? He seemed so much more stressed and anxious, not to mention the constant spacing out.  

Peter cleared his throat and put his arm around you, “I’m sorry, I guess theres a lot on my mind and I’m not too sure why.” Of course he knew why, he was stressing over the fact you might know he likes him! And also the fact that you might never love him and it was all too much for him too handle. 

“Ok, but you know you can talk to me right?” You said as you gave him a side hug, “We’ve known each other for forever and the most important part of us being so close is that we can talk to each other.” You hoped Peter caught what you were trying to say. In complete honesty you’ve loved him for a long time. Ever since you saw him with his oversized glasses and his star wars shirts. But how could Peter Parker, the selfless, kind person ever love you? And how could you ever love someone so sickeningly sweet? 

You don’t deserve him, you thought, he is completely in love with Liz and never will be with you.

“I know that,” Peter pulled you out of your thoughts, “I just don’t know whats wrong. I just kind of have a weird feeling.” 

Peter hoped you would drop the conversation at that point. He didn’t want to spill his guts to you especially on a school field trip, where you were stuck together. But you just nodded and you turned your attention to the man walking you through the tour. 

“And this here is the bio testing.” He pointed towards a room, “everyone needs to put on goggles and a lab coat-”

“Can we keep the lab coats?” Flash asked.

“No, you cannot keep the lab coats they are not complementary. Now hurry up everyone! If we are lucky we will be able to see the lab techs at work!” 

Everyone started to quickly put their coats and goggles on, and people started to take photos on your phones. One of the people was you and Peter, “Smile!” He said and you both gave a cheesy smile. “I’ll send it to you.”

“Everyone please put your phones in here.” The tour guide handed out a white buckets and everyone groaned. “It is apart of Oscorp's privacy policy. No recording in certain areas such as the testing rooms.”

Everyone gave quite mumbles about how ‘stupid’ and ‘bullshit’ this was, some a little louder than others, and soon enough you were going thought the door with Peter on your side.  

“And here is where we research different animals.” The tour guide showed off the different animals including, snakes, birds and- 

“S-spiders” Peter was stunned, he hated spiders. He claimed that how they just don’t make sense, they can climb onto walls, shoot webs and for some reason are strong? He learned everything about them so if he was ever faced with one, and aunt May or Uncle Ben was not around to get rid of it for him, he would know how to get rid of it himself and stay alive.

“Come on Pete, they are harmless. But it is weird in here, it doesn’t seem like there is any research work, more.. testing.” Why were they testing on animals? Oscorp had branded it’s self on being cruelty free, but the again they did say they help the environment, which was a HUGE lie. 

You grabbed Peter’s hand and shoved in front of of everyone to the front of the group, “excuse me but what exactly do you do with the animals here?” You ask as a man in a dark suit appears behind a door.

The tour guide starts but the man interrupts him, “And whats your name dear?”

“Y/N”

“Well, Y/n, we do research on the animals to see how we can use some features they have, replicate it, and use it.” The guy is clearly mansplaining, his attitude was intolerable.  

“But the equipment you have around here looks like your testing on the animals?” You started but then Mr. Harrington stepped besides you.

“Y/n, I’m not sure if Mr. Osborn can answer your questions thoroughly, lets just continue looking at the animals.”

“Ah, yes thank you. And please make sure not to touch anything.” And with that the man, or apparently Mr. Osborn left. 

It shocked you that you were just talking to the founder of Oscorp, and how blatantly rude he is. 

“Wow whats that” Flash yelled near the window. You, Peter and the rest of the students all ran toward the window to see what was so cool. In the process a kid knocked over the glass container. As the tour guide saw he pressed the emergency button. “EVERYONE OUT NOW!” 

Everyone ran out bumping into each other. Flash bumped into you causing you to trip and fall. “Fucking hell” you groaned. Your whole body was hurting at this point, you started to get up but you cut your hand on the broken glass. “Fuck” Another groan. 

“Y/n? How do you feel?” Peter kneeled besides you trying to help you up but ended up slipping on the glass too cutting his hand and causing his glasses to break, “fuck, come on we need to leave.”

He moved his hand let out a small scream, “PETER ARE YOU OK WHAT WAS THAT?” You completely ignored the pain of your hand and helped grabbed his shoulder.

Peter was shaking his arm violently, “The spider just bit me and it fucking hurt.” Peter quickly got up and you both ran out of the room. You followed the others back to the lobby, the tour ended with Mr. Harrington giving your a band-aid thinking that would help and all of the students were pushed onto the bus.

You were bothering Peter with questions asking if he’s ok, “What about your glasses? How bad is your vision? Does your head hurt? My head would hurt hen I couldn’t see.” You looked over at Peter who sat down in his seat and was tapping his foot.

That question took him off guard, his vision was perfect, like he had contacts in. “I can see just fine, but what about you? How’s your cut” He reached for your hand and looked at you. The cut had stopped bleeding but the cut still looked sore.

“At least we have matching cuts now, hows yours?” You reached for his hand, you saw no cut so you looked at the other, also no cut, “didn’t you get cut too?” 

“I thought i did, maybe it just grazed me, and not enough to actually hurt me. You should probably rest, you fell pretty bad.”

“Your the one that got bit with by the spider I should be asking about you, i’m surprised you aren’t freaking out that a spider was on your hand.” 

“Don’t worry about me I’m fine, do you wanna listen to music?” Peter held up an ear bud and you nodded taking it.

Truth be told everything was too much for Peter, it was like he could feel everything. He felt like he just had 10 red-bulls mixed with 20 cups of coffee. He tried his best to ignore what was going on and sleep but he soon learned he could never ignore what was going on with him.

~~

When Peter thought he got these powers, he did nothing with them, sure he used them to his advantage, maybe to show off at the schools weight room, but other then that he didn’t. If anything his powers made him more confident with himself, he thought that maybe this was a sigh that if he could get powers, he could ask you out.

But all of that changed when we saw Uncle Ben die.

Peter started to be more closed off, he overworked himself to the bone. 

As he started to become Spider-Man, in the process he was losing Peter Parker. 

Peter lost some of the few friends that he had. His friend circle mainly consisted of you, Ned, and MJ. He only saw MJ at decathlon practice and lunch, Ned and him still had their playdates with building legos but he was clearly not as cheerful. 

And with you, he started to text you less and less. You were there when he lost his parents but he was not 6 anymore. He understood death more than anyone else, he saw death happen right before his eyes. You thought that he just wanted some space, maybe you reminded him of him when his parent died. But it got to the point where you were starting to lose your best friend.

You stoped walking to school together, and it hurt. Although you would never admit this to anyone, you felt as though you were losing a part of yourself. Peter was your other half, you completed each other, or thats what you used to think.

You decided to throw yourself into your hobbies. You were trying your best to forget about Peter. Maybe he just outgrew you. Maybe he didn’t need you.

But you need him.

And you hate needing someone. 

But Peter felt the same way. When he decided to become Spider-man, he wanted to make sure no one would get hurt from it. And he even made a costume that would hide his identity. 

And it was far from good looking.

“Peter dude come on you love her! You’re gonna lose her if you keep pushing her away!” Ned was on the phone with Peter, he didn’t know what was going on with him, no one did. He just wanted his friend to be happy, and thats why him and MJ devised a plan. 

“Y/n come on I know you are sick and tired of not talking to Peter! I even think you like him!” MJ yelled on the phone. “You need to talk to him it’s destroying you.”

“She’s the one who’s pushing me away! Im just respecting her wants!” Peter yelled back.

“MJ you’re not listening! You need to realize that Peter grew out of me! He does not want to see me and I don’t know why! I don’t want to hurt him anymore than what i apparently did!”

MJ and Ned had a whole script planned out. They knew how to push you both just right so that you would fall onto the trap. 

“Peter just listen to me! When you next see her confess your feelings! If she does not feel the same you will get closure and nothing else will really change from whats going on! You need to talk to someone with whats going on with you. Tell her everything” Ned delivered the final push, almost done then we can get our friend group back he and Mj thought.

“Y/N! Go find Peter and get your closure! Please, if not for you do it for him! You know how he’s acting weird and you are the only one that can get him to open up! SO GO DOWN ON YOUR FIRE ESCAPE AND KNOCK ON HIS WINDOW AND CONFRONT HIM! NOW!”

“Fine Ned, next time I see her, I’ll tell her.”

“Fine I’ll go see him, bye”

And with that everyone hung up on their separate phone calls. 

You climbed out of your window and onto the fire escape. It was weird how even though you lived so close together you felt so far apart.

You climbed down one, and looked inside. He was walking around his room, being all stressed, which for some reason was relaxing to you. 

You knocked, nothing, so you opened the window and fell into his room with a big thump. “ow”

“Y/N? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU OK?” Peter rushed over to you helping your get up.

“Yes I’m fine Peter but what is wrong with you?” You didn’t mean to sound harsh, but you needed to be. “Why did you stop hanging out with me?” You looked up to him and finally met his eyes. It was refreshing to see him, anytime either one of you caught a glimpse of the other, you ran. “Why did you stop being my best friend?” You voice was quiet now, you didn’t want Peter to know that your voice was cracking. 

It really broke Peter, he was just trying to protect you, but in the end - as cringe as it sounds - he just pushed you away. 

“You seem completely different, you’re not even wearing your glasses anymore. And fuck Peter I just miss you and your dorky glasses. Did you meet someone? Did you get a girlfriend? Did she not like that we were close?” You were just spitting out whatever came to mind, and this scenario was one you were thinking of all the time.

Peter jumped back at your words, “What no! I would never want to date someone if it ment that I could never see you again.” 

Just tell her everything Peter thought about Ned’s words. Everything was a lot. How is he suppose to answer this, just spit it out?

Might as well start with the basics, “I’m Spider-man” Peter blurted out.

“What, you mean like you have a crush on him? Peter thats nothing to be embarrassed of, you know you can talk to me, you know i go both wa-”

“NO I MEAN LIKE I, PETER PARKER, AM SPIDER-MAN!” Peter shouted. Honestly it felt good to say it out loud the first time and he just wanted someone to know. And what better person than you.

“So in the month that you have been isolated from me thats your best excuse you could come up with?” You were appalled by his unbelievable excuse.

“I swear please believe me, like ummmmm HERE” Peter got his ‘suit’ from the  space in his ceiling and gave it to you. “Thats my suit.”

“you and every other fanboy has this.”

“What about... this!” Peter went over to you a picked up. 

“what the fuck put me down!” You did not look impressed, Peter was looking around to see how he could prove to you that he was not lying. 

“Remember that day we went to oscorp and how you questioned Osborn and when you fell?” You nodded, it was your last time you really hung out with him, how could you not? “I got bit by the spider and they were doing radioactive testing on it, which caused me to be well... spider-man.”

Then an idea sprung in his head, he quickly move past you and went on the fire escape and you followed. “Here, if this does not prove it, nothing will.” Peter jumped onto the railing with one hand on the wall.

“Peter what the fuck you’re gonna get yourself killed please I just want you to be honest with me and talk” You reached for Peter but he jumped off the railing and towards the wall and somehow... did not fall and stuck to it?

“Peter what the fuck?”

“now do you believe me?”

“If i say yes will you come back inside?” Peter nodded, “then yes i believe you”

Peter jumped on the side of the building and back onto the fire escape and you pushed him inside and you followed behind him. 

“So since you really are spider-man, why were you so distant?” You finally asked. You were now sitting on opposite ends of his bed, and you were hugging and pillow trying to explode with everything you just learned. Peter fucking parker was spider-man? Nerdy little parker saving everyone, stoping cars with just his body, and defeating criminals? But, he did just stick to the side of his building, thats pretty damn good proof.  Your Peter Parker was Spider-man, the spider-man. 

You thought this was just a dream but you didn’t want to wake up because that would mean Peter and you were still not talking.

“I wanted to protect everyone around me. When Ben died,” Peter took a breath and you reached over to squeeze his hand, “When Ben died, I had my powers but I did not do anything. I could of saved him, but i chose not to. So I decided I would become Spider-man so no one else would get hurt. And if anyone found out that you knew spider-man you would be in danger. So i thought if i pushed the people closest to me away, they wouldn’t get hurt.”

It was all too much for you to process. You felt terrible for feeling angry at him when he was saving lives. 

“Why were you so distant from me?” Peter looked back up towards you and it was a fair question you both avoided one another.

“I thought I reminded you of your parents deaths. Other than Aunt May, I am the one person that has been in your life since their death and I thought you didn’t want to see me because of it. I also wanted to give you space to grieve.” You felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders by telling him. It was calming. “I also didn’t want to hurt you more, so i thought i would wait for you to open up to me like we normally do, but i should not have been so relaxed about all of this. I just didn’t want to ruin what we had” You took one last deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

You glanced up toward Peter and he leaned in and kissed you. It was shocking at first, it took you a second to process what was going on but then you felt light as you melted into the kiss. You felt as though you two were the only ones left in the world. 

Peter pulled back to take a breath, “Ned told me to confess my feelings towards you. I’m sorry I didn’t me to spring it on you-” Peter was interrupted by you hugging him, rapping your arms around his waist and your face on his stomach. 

“I feel the same way, Pete. Just please, I don’t want to do that ever again.” Peter at this point was now hugging you back. You missed this, but there was also something knew, and it made you smile.

“I never will, I promise y/n”

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

Day 6: Carpet- Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia

Day 6: Carpet - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia 

Prequel now available: The Test Results 

November Writing Challenge 

Day 5: Holy - Llewyn Davis 

Monday 

“So I’ve been thinking querida, how do you feel about putting carpet on the floor of the nursery? I just don’t want the baby to fall and get hurt because of the hardwood.” 

You blinked staring at your husband, “Santi, baby are you serious? You want to put down carpet in the nursery so if they fall it might not hurt as bad? Baby the whole house is hardwood…” 

“Yeah I know, but they will probably be spending a lot of time in there and I was just thinking it might be a good idea. I already talked to the guys about it and they said they would help.” Santi grins at you. 

“Wait...you are going to have your buddies from Delta Force come to our house and put down carpet in the nursery? You don’t even want to hire someone to install it? Baby that’s insane!” you shout at him before pushing yourself out of the kitchen chair to walk to the kitchen. 

The second you stand, Santiago rushes out of his own seat to hold you. “Querida you need to take it easy you-” 

“I swear to god Garcia, women have been having babies for centuries. I am not going to get injured walking from the table to the kitchen. Santi you need to calm down, you have turned the whole damn house into a baby proof fortress, nothing is going to happen to me or our daughter, ok?” you press your hands against his chest before waddling the rest of the way to the kitchen. 

Santiago takes a deep breath before following you into the kitchen, “Ok, how about we make a compromise? I will lay off on being an overprotective papa bear and you will let me and the guys put carpet in the nursery.” 

You laugh out loud, visualizing your husband as a bear defending the house before you turn to face him again, “Ok...deal you and the guys can put carpet in the nursery.” 

Santi puts his fist in the air and grabs you into his arms, kissing you passionately. Your daughter begins kicking wildly, and Santi laughs before leaning down and rubbing your swollen belly, “you hear that mija, your papa is going to make your room safe for you,” he whispers before placing a kiss on your belly. He stands back up before kissing you again briefly, “I’m gonna go call Frankie and the guys, this weekend baby the nursery will have carpet!” 

You shake your head watching him go off. Good lord what did you just agree too. 

Thursday 

You're sitting on the couch, elevating your feet, watching TV when your phone beeps signifying a text message. Santi and Frankie had gone to the store to pick out the carpet and order the supplies for Saturday. You open the phone and snort when you see a picture of a very annoyed Frankie Morales holding up two basically identical colors of cream carpet. 

Which one do you like better? - Hubby 

You are tempted to reply and let him know they look exactly alike but you know better. 

The one on the left. - Wifey 

Hmmm…. But that one isn’t as soft. - Hubby 

You roll your eyes, how the hell would you know that. You type back a reply. 

The one on the right then. - Wifey 

Hmmmm...but it’s quite a bit darker than the other one. -Hubby 

The look on Frankie’s face is beginning to make sense. 

Pick which one you like then Santi. -Wifey 

…. Ok let’s go with the one on the left….no right….ugh fuck I don’t know this is hard querida, and Frankie just keeps telling me to pick. - Hubby 

You send a quick text off to Frankie.

Tell him to pick the one on the left. - Besties Wifey 

Querida, Frankie’s telling me to get the one on the left and you know he has no sense of style so I am going to pick the one on the right. Is that ok with you?- Hubby 

You shake your head laughing at your husband. 

Sounds great! :) - Wifey 

Saturday 

“Okay get together, I need all of you in the picture!” Benny’s girlfriend Mya is shouting at the guys. They’re all smiling wearing knee pads, jeans, and an assortment of colored flannel. 

You giggle to yourself watching them pose in their work gear. “Santi, baby do you really think this is the best idea, your knees…” you trail off watching the smile slip from his face. 

“Querida...I need to be able to protect our little girl, my knees will be fine. Plus with the four of us it should only take a few hours,” he kisses your head before slapping his hands together guiding the guys to the bedroom. 

It did not take them only a couple hours, four hours in and you and the other wives/girlfriends were lounging by the pool outside. Drinking lemonade and gossiping, when Mya came back out laughing outright holding a white box in her hand. 

“This is the greatest thing I have ever listened to!” she shouts holding the white box out to you. 

“Oh my god, is that….is that a baby monitor?” Madison, Will’s wife gathers closer to your side and you flip the switch on. 

“Why do you already have a baby monitor?” Ella, Frankie’s wife asks. 

“Santi wanted to be prepared for the baby, so he set it up weeks ago,” you tell them, twisting the knobs to turn up the sound. 

From the device comes the voice of your husband panting, “fuck...why is this so goddamn difficult?! This should be easy, I told her this was going to be easy.” 

“Pope, man maybe it’s time to call in a professional. I mean we’ve been working for four hours and have barely made any progress,” Will tells him. 

“Fuck no man, I told my wife we could do this and we are going to do it!” Santi shouts back. 

“Hermano, I’m not trying to sound defeatist but we literally have no idea what we're doing,” Frankie tries to comfort his best friend, “I mean we could shoot our way into the most dangerous places in the world but I know absolutely nothing about carpet.” 

“We are not giving up! Santi needs us!!...plus I bet Mya $100 we could get it done and you know how much shit she’s gonna give me if I lose,” Benny whines. 

Mya snorts into her lemonade, making the rest of you burst out laughing. “Maybe we should just take pity on them, and call in a professional,” you ask looking at the other women. 

“I can’t believe Will agreed to this, he is hopeless with anything related to fixing or maintenance. We have to call in a professional for everything!” Madison laughs. 

You all listen for a few more minutes, laughing as the guys argue before the painful grunt of your husband makes you get up. “That’s it I am ending this shit show,” you waddle into the house and go to the nursery ushering everyone out except Santi who sits on the floor on his butt looking up at you with an adorable pout. 

You walk over to him and look down at him, you bend your knees and half fall/half sit down on the ground next to him. Santi immediately looks alarmed before you raise your hand silencing him. “Baby, I know you really wanted to do this yourself but I think it’s time we call it quits and call in a professional.” 

Santi sighs loudly, “Querida, I wanted to be able to do this for you and the baby. I need her to be safe, and I really wanted to do it myself.” 

“Santiago Garcia, you look at me right now. We are safe with you, we don’t need high tech security cameras, carpeted floors, locks on every cabinet. You didn’t fail baby, sometimes it’s ok to need help.” 

“I love you querida,” he pulls you into his side placing a kiss on your cheek and rubbing your belly, “I love both of you.” 

“We love you too, now help me off this floor my butt is beginning to go numb,” you reach out to your husband who gives you a blank look. 

“I can’t get up right now querida, my knees...I think I need some ice and my pain killers.” 

You blink several times, “....you mean we are stuck here?” 

You both burst out laughing until you’ve got tears in your eyes. You gulp for air before looking at your husband again, “Don’t worry I got this,” he looks at you slightly confused before you take a deep breath shouting, “BENNY!! WILL!! FRANKIE!! HELP ME!!!” 

It sounds like bulls charging through your house when the door suddenly flies open. The look on their faces will be burned in your memory forever, panic and determination. You start laughing all over again, and when Frankie steps forward and asks what’s wrong you almost can’t get the words out, “We- we’re stu-stuck! We- we can’t ge-get up!” 

You and Santiago begin cracking up again like a couple of lunatics before the others join in, eventually helping you and Santi off the floor. Frankie holds your arm and takes you back to the living room, Benny and Will each holding a side of Santi easing him down onto the couch. 

“I took the liberty of calling a company to come out tomorrow to install the carpet,” Mya tells you, handing you your phone you had left outside. 

You thank her before plopping down on the couch next to Santi, your head resting on his shoulder. 

“Baby, you're the best,” Benny tells Mya. 

“Oh ho ho no Benny Miller, you owe me 100 bucks, and I owe you a massive I told you so!” Mya points at him.

The room bursts into laughter again. What a great way to spend a Saturday.

Day 7: Sculpted Javier Pena 

[fluffyskies]

You owe me

Sanders Sides

Ship: Prinxiety

Category: Soft tickling/Cuddling

Characters: Ler Roman, Lee Virgil!

Summary: You guys know Tik tok? I believe you at least heard of it. Virgil stumbles upon a video that he could use to his advantage because he's craving some cuddles.

Virgil was in his room and was scrolling on Tik tok the new app he downloaded a couple days ago. He stopped scrolling when he came across an interesting post. The captions in it says send this to someone you care about and if they don't reply in the next 5 seconds they owe you cuddles!. Virgil paused and blushed a bit he was in the mood for cuddles. So without anymore hesitation he clicked the share icon and sent it to Roman. After he sent it he put his phone down and covered his face making cute whining noises.

When Virgil's message had sent, Roman's phone made a ding but he didn't hear it let alone know anyone had sent him something. Roman was in the imagination at the moment and was exploring, he didn't bring his phone because he did not want to lose it or break it.

It had already been more then 5 seconds and Virgil had sent it almost 2 minutes ago. So he picked up his phone and looked at the messages. His eyes sparkled when he didn't see a reply but Roman hasn't even see his message yet. So he assumed that he was busy and would check his phone later.

Some hours later~

Virgil groaned when he checked his phone for like the one hundredth time. He knew that Roman wasn't the fastest at replying to text messages but he should of replied by now. He suddenly heard a knock at the door.

"Yes, come in". The door opened and he saw Patton. "Hey kiddo, dinner's ready" he said excitingly. "Ok I'll be down in a minute" he said looking at his phone again and frowning. "Virge you ok?" Patton asked concerned. "W-what? Oh yeah I'm fine" he said looking away. "Oh ok, if you say so, but if anything is wrong you can talk to me ok?". Virgil nodded and he left closing his door, his foot steps were heard as he went down the hall to the stairs. Virgil decided to get up and make his way to the kitchen for dinner. Once he got there he noticed Roman wasn't present, he stop walking "Where's Princey?" He asked. "If I recall he's in the imagination" Logan answered. "O-oh ok..." he mumbled. "Why you need him?" Logan asked. "N-no...I mean y-yes but it's not important" he stuttered. Logan raised a brow "I can tell him that you were looking for him when he comes back" offered Logan. "Thanks Tech" Virgil smiled. "No problem" Logan replied. Virgil watched as Patton set the table.

"When is Roman gonna come back?" Virgil asked. "I don't know kiddo, you never know with Roman especially when he's exploring the imagination" Patton said looking at him. Virgil just stayed silent for the rest of the time and while they ate he didn't say much. "Ok I'm done" he said getting up pushing his chair in and putting his plate in the sink. He told Patton and Logan that he’s going back to his room.

A few hours later~

Virgil was still in his room mopping but he was starting to to feel a bit sleepy. Logan and Patton were watching Disney on the sofa, when Roman came in. They both turned their heads when they heard foot steps. "Hey Ro!" Patton greeted. "Hello Roman" Logan said. "Greetings my fellow sides I just got back from my amazing trip in the imagination". He paused and looked around "Where's Stormcloud?" He asked. Patton's face went a little sad. "What ever is the matter Patton" Logan's expression turning into a worried look. "Well...when I went to get Virge for dinner I saw him frowning at his phone" Patton explained. "Do you know why he was sad?" Logan asked. "No, I don't know but it almost seems as though he was waiting for something to happen" he answered. Logan's eyes widened and he looked at Roman "I think this has something to do with you Roman". Romans face looked surprised and confused at the exact same time. "Me?" He questioned. "Yes, he was asking about you when he came down for dinner but when he noticed that you weren’t here he looked sad". "Not to mention he barely said a word when we were eating" Patton added. "Yes that too" Logan confirmed. "Ok I'll go visit the Shadowling right now" as he turned to leave. "Roman before you do please look at your phone" Patton asked. He wasn't sure why he had to look at his phone but he didn't question it "Ok will do Padre" and he was gone.

He ran up the stairs to his room and grabbed this phone that was sitting on the desk. When he opened it there was a message from Virgil. He clicked it and it opened showing a Tik tok video, as he watched it he read the captions. Roman thought to himself if I don't reply in the next 5 seconds I owe him cuddles?. Ok when did he send this- as he read the time when Virgil had sent it his eyes widened oh crap 5 hours ago!?. So as fast as he could he dropped his phone on his bed and ran over to Virgil's room and knocked on the door.

Virgil eyes were closed but he heard the sound of a familiar voice. "Virge? Are you in there?" the voice called. So he opened one eye "Come in". The door opened and there was Roman he came in and closed the door behind him. "Hey Stormcloud" he said. Virgil rubbed his eyes and sat up "Took you long enough..." as he pouted. Roman walked over to the edge of his bed "I guess I owe you cuddles now" he said sheepishly. Virgil's pout disappeared as he gestured him to lay in bed with a smile. Roman climbed in and put the covers on top of him. He pulled Virgil close as they move to a spooning position. Virgil relaxed into the warm touch as Romans arms wrapped around his torso. It had been about 5 minutes and Virgil felt a tingly sensation on his stomach. Roman's hand that was resting on his belly had started to trace small light circles and they felt tickly. Virgil started to let out puffs of air and squirmed a bit at the playful touch. Roman made the touch just a bit firmer and switched to little scribbles because of the sudden switch you could start to hear muffled titters that left Virgil's mouth but his face was covered by his hands. Then a squeak left his mouth when Roman's hand sped up a bit and went close to his giggle button. He grabbed on to Roman's wrist weakly "Noho tihihickles". "But this is my apology to replying late to your text" he playfully argued. "Buhuhut yohou owe mehehe cuhuhudles nahaht tihihIHICKLES!" his laughter spiked when he felt fingers on his belly button. "Ok ok fine I'll stop" Roman said with a pout and stopped tickling. "How about tickles tomorrow?" he asked. "Mayhehebe" he said with is leftover giggles. "Whatever you want my Stormy Knight" he said as he smiled. Virgil thought he should send more Tik toks, and he wouldn’t mind if Roman took forever to respond. "Hey Virge?" Romans voice interrupted his thoughts. "Yeah?". "You know you can ask me for cuddles anytime right?not just through text" he said. Virgil was silent for a moment then muttered a "Yes I know". Minutes passed and both of them drifted off to sleep cuddling in each other’s embrace.

Hi you have reached the end sorry if it was a bit long and if there were a couple of mistakes ;-; but I hope you enjoyed! Have a nice day :D.

[ladyanput]

Ah lee lee, my favourite internet cousin I need a fic saltier than the Dead Sea Alya salt (in the Daminette universe uwu) maybe at a high school reunion? Or seeing the couple on TV OR she accuses marinette of sleeping with Damian just to get jumpstart her career (she says this on Twitter) and a lot of people are like ‘hmmm ok, sure honey’

I'm in the mood for salt tonight, so let's work on this one, from my favourite cousin.

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A high school reunion was always an interesting affair. Some people didn't show up because they hated high school, thinking it's hell incarnate and never want to revisit it again. Some go just to catch up and see how old friends are doing.

But, honestly, most go and show off how successful they are in life, trying to be the best amongst their peers.

At least, that was the case, many noticed, for Miss Bustier's former class. Many people who had been in the same year at them stared as they entered, greeting their former classmates loudly and bragging about their accomplishments.

But anyone could see most of them were blowing smoke. They all knew the stories from forever ago, it had been a running gag for many of the students at DuPont.

Lila Rossi told someone that she'd get you in contact with someone in the industry to planned on entering, when you heard nothing, she'd feign that they were busy or some bullshit like that, then when you didn't get the job or internship because you didn't bother even applying, thanks to you being gullible enough to believe Lila's lies, she'd go about convincing you that the company or whatever was too blind to see how amazing you were, and that you deserved better.

It was a cycle. And it was hilarious because now most of that former class were at low end jobs. Kim wasn't the Olympic swimmer he had dreamt of being; instead he taught swimming lessons at the local pool. Max never became the scientific genius he thought he would be, no,he worked at the school as a tech teacher. Most of that class were in the same scenario, save for the people who hadn't listened to Lila's bullshit. Juleka was a famous model, her wife Rose was the lead spokesperson in a field dedicating to taking care of and curing sick children. Nathaniel and his husband Marc had a bestselling comic book series.

Even Nino made a decent living, working as a DJ and a an upcoming director.

When Lila arrived along with Alya in a stretch limousine, everyone watching pitifully as Lila's followers from high school quickly grovelled to her, as she went on about marrying Damian Wayne, everyone knowing he had a wife, but the wedding had been so private, rarely anyone knew who she was.

"My dearest Dami would be here, but he's away in Japan right now, an important contract for Wayne Enterprises needed some of his expertise." Lila went on to say. She had her signature hair style still, making many grimace at the sight of it.

"But you promise that I can still interview him,right?" Alya spoke up, the past ten years having been the hardest on her. She had gained weight, mostly around her middle. She was squinting, as she had abandoned her glasses, due to Lila saying real reporters never wore glasses, as many people found people without them more appealing, there for more willing for an interview, but Alya couldn't afford contacts, so she was stubborn with being basically blind. And she dyed her hair blonde.

Enough said.

But there was one person they were eagerly waiting to see. And when she arrived, she didn't disappoint in the least.

Marinette strode into the gymnasium, looking as stunning as she always had been. Her dark hair had been grown out, framing her beautiful face, her trim body clad in a dress of pale pink, one of the newest designs from her latest fashion line.

And the man on her arm made many men and women stare in envy. Tall, dark, handsome, he reminded them all of a dark prince, with his muscular build and piercing green eyes.

"Is that Marinette?" Someone asked rather loudly, drawing everyone's attention from Lila's wildest tale and to the lovely designer as she strode in with her husband.

"Marinette, how was Taiwan?" Juleka spoke up, smiling as she and Rose strode over to greet the couple, Nino, Marc, and Nathaniel quickly joining them.

"It was lovely. I'd like to thank you again, for being able to model for me last week, you were a lifesaver." Marinette giggled softly, pulling Juleka in a tight hug.

Alya crossed her arms, scowling as practically everyone swarmed Marinette and the man she came with. She couldn't help but feel envious at the sight of Marinette, looking so beautiful and well put together.

Lila wasn't doing much better, wishing with every fiber of her being that she was basking in that attention.

"Who is this with you, Marinette?" Alya strode up, her hand always slipping into her purse, reaching for her cell phone. "A man you had to blackmail into marrying you? I feel sorry for him."

"... Is she serious?" Marc's brows shot up, sharing a bewildered look with his husband.

"Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Damian, Damian Wayne." Damian smiled cooly towards Alya and Lila, his eyes narrowing a fraction. "You must be the undesirables my wife had to deal with during her time here, aren't you?"

"... Nice try, Marinette. Seriously? Hiring a guy to pretend to be Damian Wayne? You're so pathetic, Lila is married to Damian, if you bothered even to check your facts." Alya snorted, crossing her arms as she glared at Mari, scowling again. "You've ruined enough lives already, you ruined mine and Nino's relationship, so you can just fuck off and go home. No one wants you here."

Damian stepped forward, cold fury written clearly on his face, but Marinette's gentle touch on his shoulder stopped him. She merely put on a kind smile and stepped around her husband.

"You're still believing her lies, Alya? All of you still are? That's pretty pathetic, if I'm being honest." Mari's smile sharpened a bit as she crossed her arms, her blue eyes alight with fire. A fire no one had known was there. "You're the biggest hypocrite I know, Alya, as you've never checked a fact in your life. You tend to jump to conclusions before getting all of the facts in the first place. That's what ruined your relationships, I didn't think of you once for the past ten years."

"You don't need to talk to Alya like that, Marinette! You're still the biggest bully ever!" Lila sobbed, wiping away her tears. "Wait until my Damibear hears about this! We'll sue, ruin that tacky brand of yours."

"Highly unlikely." Damian stepped forward, his expression morphing into one of cool calm. Then a smirk twitched his lips. "At least I know who has been throwing around my name to get into places, or to get things for free. My lawyers will love to take care of the messes you've been causing me and my family."

"I beg your pardon?!" Lila felt the blood drain from her face, but she teared up, sniffling, desperate to keep her façade. "Damian, you've been cheating on me with Marinette, I was just trying to help you save face!"

"Oh give it up, Lie-la, no one is buying your bullshit." Chloé strode in, her hands gripping Kagami's and Luka's as they entered. She gave the liar a haughty look, diamonds dangling at her ears and her neck. "Except for Alya. But she must have one good barbed tongue, if you keep letting her kiss your ass and such for all of these years."

"Chloé! You fu-" Alya's face went red and she and Lila began advancing on the trio, but no one noticed as Rose 'spillt' her drink, causing both girls to slip and go stumbling. Juleka stuck out an elegant leg and Lila went tumbling back into the punch bowl, toppling it all over herself. The screech she let out was so satisfying.

Nino pretended to grab hold of Alya to steady her, but her hands 'slipped' from his grasp and she was sent falling onto the food table. A bit of revenge for her destroying his DJ equipment seven years ago, after their break up.

"I guess coming here wasn't a waste of our time afterall." Damian's rare smile appeared as he took his wife's hand and kissed her knuckles.

"I agree." Marinette giggled, ignoring the screaming coming from Alya and Lila. Instead, she turned to her friends. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, we're meeting Adrien and Tim after this, would you guys wanna join us for dinner at our home here in Paris?"

Alya felt hot tears of frustration as she glared at the blurry Marinette, grinding her teeth. That couldn't be Damian Wayne, Marinette couldn't be married to him! Because... Because that would have meant Lila had been lying. Lying about Marinette, lying about Nino cheating on her with multiple men and women, lying about Alya's chances with New York Times.

And Lila wouldn't lie to her, she just couldn't!

Alya felt the hot tears steam down her cheeks as Marinette and Damian walked off with their friends, looking so... So happy.

Something that she hadn't felt in such a long time.

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[kyleoreillysknee]

Blue Tinted World

Part 1/?

Pairing: Orange Cassidy x Ophelia “Lia” Freeman

Word Count: 2036

Warnings: ABO, hints of emotional baggage, Orange holds a baby

Tag Squad: @snarkandsarcasmftw​ @adampage​ @cowboyshit​ @unabashedwrestlefics​ @cabotcoves​ @rampagewriting​ @goodnaito​ (bolded means you got a cameo in here)

A/N: Special shout out to Aj who encouraged the shit out of me. 

Spiraling had such a deceptive name. It sounded like fun. Like something exciting. Carefree. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t spiraling. She couldn’t be spiraling. She was running late.

Snatching her finger away from tracing the kaleidoscope of blues etched into her forearm she gave the contents of the baby bag one last look over before taking her keys off the counter. Lia exhaled sharply before leaving her apartment, dropping a gentle kiss to the newborn strapped to her chest as she locked the door. This was going to be an awkward conversation with Charlie.

Once she got to the arena, she kept her eyes down to avoid all the strange looks and double takes. It was like no one had seen a baby before. Not wanting to let the tension fester, she followed her nose and found Charlie inspecting some rigging and jotting notes on a clipboard. She didn't have to wait long and watched his shoulders tense before he shifted to sniff at the air a few times. The broad smile on his face stuck awkwardly as he turned and dropped his gaze to the baby blowing drool bubbles against her collarbone. She could only shrug.

“So. Immaculate conception?” Charlie tried, folding his arms across his chest.

“Nephew. Godson, actually.” Lia mumbled, fighting against the nervous tick of reaching over to her forearm. Silent recognition crossed over her manager's features before he gave a small nod.

“I … can’t afford to miss any more work.” Especially now was left unsaid but lingered in the air between them. After a beat she felt a giant hand roughly pat her head and when she looked up Charlie had a soft smile on his face.

“Obviously no climbing the racking, but there’s still a shit ton that needs to get done. Glad to have you back.” Charlie pulled out his phone and she felt a buzz in her pocket, “Sent you Ash’s number. Her and Viv run a daycare, reach out and see if they can take him in.”

Lia’s breath caught in her throat and a rush of heat burned her eyes but she set her mouth in a flat line to push it back, “I- thank you.”

Charlie crouched down to meet her eyes, “I’m here if you need anything, alright?”

With a sniff, she nodded and managed to try at a smile. It was pathetic but this new life didn’t come with a manual or anything so of course the first time anyone offered the bare minimum of help it struck her raw heart. 

“What’s his name?” Without her realizing, Charlie had taken the baby bag from her and she naturally fell into step beside him as they walked to the lighting area.

“Sam. Short for Samson.” Lia finally felt like she could breathe and she knew it was Charlie letting out some of his alpha pheromones. Sometimes having a giant overprotective softie for a boss was a good thing. The baby currently trying to snuggle deeper into her skin was probably triggering some deep rooted omega thing in her too but she didn’t want to dwell on that.

After Charlie made sure she was situated comfortably in the booth, he went back to doing his rounds and barking and whoever needed barking to get the show running. Lia let out a happy sigh as she hovered her hands over the switches and dimmers for a second, settling back into the familiar for the first time in what felt like forever. Grabbing the walkie, she announced the start of testing and received a string of cheers of her name from the rest of the tech crew.

Letting the cycles start, Lia sat back and absently rubbed along Sam’s back through the harness as she scanned the program for tonight. Sam let out a gurgle as she felt a slight tickle of air against her shoulder, causing her to flinch as aqua blue sunglasses crept into her periphery. That pure shot of fear caused every muscle in her to tense but she still had the sense to not shout, not wanting to disturb Sam. 

Orange immediately went ramrod straight, his hand shooting up to pinch his nostrils closed. Stumbling backwards, he leaned against a nearby barricade and waited until they both had their bearings. Lia almost felt bad, knowing that he just got a metric ton dose of pure omega pheromones slammed into him but he could’ve at least knocked or made any noise. It didn’t help that he was a void of scent, which led to many instances of him suddenly appearing beside her and nearly getting punched.

“For fucks sake, Orange.” Lia sighed, pushing a clump of hair out of her face as she turned to look at him. He gave his head a shake before sinking his hands into his pockets and giving her a shrug. It was the closest thing to an apology she ever seemed to get from him so she accepted it as her body slumped in her chair now devoid of any adrenaline.

“Cool baby.” He mumbled as if he was complimenting her getting new shoes or a haircut.

Lia just stared at him, trying to figure out where he was looking at behind his sunglasses but all she got was her own bewildered expression mirrored back at her, “thanks?”

His head snapped to the side and she could hear a faint low rumble come from him that only confused her more. Is he growling? Lia didn't need to follow his gaze to know that the Inner Circle sans Jericho prowling around the equipment. The heavy cloud of cologne and spicy unrestrained alpha scent was heavy in the air. She had started expecting Orange to show up in places he wasn't supposed to but the Inner Circle pack only came here for one reason: to annoy the shit out of her. Sammy deemed it that she owed him a date because she looked at him once after he nearly knocked her over while vlogging and now she couldn't go a day without having to reject him. She could feel a headache forming and sighed as Sammy finally saw her and they all thundered over.

"Heard your sweet little voice over the radio- ew." Sammy grimaced at the sight of Sam which had her seeing red. She felt a warmth draw closer as Orange placed a hand on the back of her chair and stood beside her.

Hager had to elbow Sammy before he could recover and he was soon flashing his giant toothy smile, "if you just agreed to be my princess you wouldn't have to babysit. I'd take care of you."

"I'm not babysitting. He's my nephew." She snapped, letting her anger pulsate off her in sour waves. Orange tilted his head slightly and Lia realized that what she said wasn't much of an explanation. But it was the truth. He was her nephew and she was his … aunt? Guardian? Mom? 

"It's complicated." She whispered, mainly for Orange's benefit. She didn't give a shit what the Inner Circle thought. He gave a barely perceptible nod before shifting his attention back to the now fuming Sammy. Clearly he didn't like the spotlight being moved from him a few centimeters.

"What are you doing here?" Sammy sneered and Hager stood straighter and cracked his knuckles in a display of dominance. Lia felt a slight shake from Orange's hand as her shoulder brushed against it as they both struggled to not burst out laughing at the pathetic peacocking.

"Chilling." Orange muttered simply as he couldn't help himself and made a show of copying Hager. Lia finally couldn't contain it and let out a giggle that she had to slap a hand over her mouth to stifle. Prompting Orange to break and snort as the corner of his mouth twitched into a small grin.

The Inner Circle just stared at them as if they both grew an extra head before Sammy got tired and dismissed them with a wave of his hand and left. Hager frowned at them before plodding after Sammy and Ortiz had to pull Santana away from trying very hard to get a peek at Sam. Now alone again, Lia smiled up at Orange who was trying to rub away his grin and settle back into his perpetually cool stance.

"Thanks," she said softly, realizing that whole scenario would've played out very differently without him here.

"Wasn't for free," as he spoke he flopped into the chair beside her, close enough that she could feel the warmth emanating from him but they were not actually touching. 

Lia simply raised an eyebrow at him that morphed into genuine surprise as he took off his sunglasses and placed them on the table. When he looked back at her she swore he was a little sheepish.

"Can I hold the cool baby?" 

There was such an earnest gleam in his eyes that it took her breath away. They were so blue. It had to be an omega thing that was making her heart race. Any man showing a bit of interest in children and that whole caregiver bullshit. Right?

"Sorry. Stupid question." He mumbled, eyes downcast as he reached for his sunglasses.

"No!" Lia blurted out, suddenly very unhappy at the idea of not seeing his full face. That thought did not at all make any heat rush up to the tips of her ears, "sorry. It's ok. I just … not used to seeing your eyes. Or something."

His head perked up as she carefully moved to unstrap Sam from her. All that understated confidence melted off him as she stood and gently slid the harness away revealing a snuggly swaddled bundle of baby blue dinosaur print. If she wasn't so taken with staring at Sam's face she would've noticed the slight tremor in Orange's hands as he moved them to his lap. As she stood, she hesitated for a moment and Orange just silently watched as a myriad of emotions flitted across her face for split seconds each. Remembering herself, she found a small smile and shifted to place Sam in his perfectly positioned waiting hands.

The expression became genuine as she watched Orange expertly adjust so that Sam was securely nestled in the crook of his elbow. His motions oddly practiced until he started using his other hand to trace absently along Sam's back.

"Hey cool baby," he muttered softly, head bowing to let Sam take up his entire vision. She wrestled down the urge to coo at the sight, instead wrapping her arms around herself feeling a bit of a chill in the arena.

"Sam," Lia softly provided, only now recognizing that she was still standing and moved to sit. Nudging her chair a little closer, their knees ended up touching but neither made a move away. She relished in the contact, letting his warmth seep into her as she draped herself across her chair arm. All those sleepless stressful nights finally catching up to her now that she was allowed a moment to not be vigilant.

"Hey cool baby Sam," Orange corrected, utterly captivated. Peeking over at Lia, he watched her struggle against her eyelids and shifted so that she could see Sam better resulting in their shoulders almost touching. A distantly familiar ache settled in his chest as her head rested against his bicep after she finally lost against her exhaustion. He ignored the eruption of itch that took over his forearm, specifically the swirl of vibrant blues that covered his inner arm hidden beneath his guard.

Charlie later found them all asleep in the booth 30 minutes before recording. Orange with his cheek resting against the top of Lia's head as Sam mouthed at the tip of his finger was the first to wake. Lia was roused by the rumble he let out for a moment before catching himself. He tried to play it off as a yawn but Charlie flashed him a knowing look that he ignored. In under a minute Orange had placed Sam back in Lia's arms and was sauntering out of the equipment area with a lackadaisical flick of his wrist to push his sunglasses back in place.

[thotsforvillainrights]

~Job Hunting~

Au: Roommates

Part: Three

Theme: general

As usual the day started with a loud knock at your door before Magne burst inside. You groaned and fastened the blanket over your head, gripping it as tightly as possible in case she decided to yank it off. No, Magne was going to take the better approach to the situation. She moved to open your room curtains and light instantly flooded the room. It was ineffective against the forcefield of your blanket though. You had hoped she’d leave you be, but nooooo...

She just had to call in the big guns.

“Alright Toga, plan B! She/He/They won’t get up!” By the time she said that, it was too late to raise your white flag of surrender. “OOOF!” You huffed when the sudden slamming weight jumped on top of your body. “Jesus Toga, get the hell off me!!!” Himiko just giggled and began to tickle you until you jolted out of bed yourself. “Good job!” Magne praised her and she smiled widely. “Alright, now that you’re up Y/N, we gotta get our asses on top of this job hunting or else we’ll all be moving out faster than we moved in.” Magne spoke seriously and you nodded. She was right after all. You guys had your fun already. The moving process was over, you already had dinner at multiple places on this side of town, and you threw an absolute rager of a housewarming party last weekend. Now it was time to get serious and do adult stuff. You sighed and went to get ready for the day ahead. Once finished, both the girls were already in the car munching on toast. “We can stop somewhere and get lunch after a while if that’s okay.” Magne asked you and you nodded. “Alright! We’ve used all our connections and rounded up the places for our best possible options! First stop on the list is just a few blocks away!” Magne informed excitedly before pulling out of the parking spaces and heading towards the first destination:

The tattoo shop where Dabi worked as Assistant Manager.

The bell that hung above the door dinged as the three of you entered the shop (resume’s in hand) and approached the desk where Dabi sat. He sighed and placed the flash sheet away to look up at you 3. “Alright, you actually were being serious about the whole job thing?” He sighed in annoyance and Magne gasped. “Uhm yeah!? I wasn’t kidding around when I said that to you the other day!” Dabi pinched the skin on the bridge of his nose and looked back up at everyone. “I wanna first off start by saying, you need to have some sort of skill to do this. The art, AND the steadiness of your hands as well. Oh and you have to have a relationship with blood.” When he said this, Toga gasped excitedly. “Ugh, a GOOD relationship with it.” Dabi added and Toga frowned, turning to walk out of the shop in defeat. “How are the hours? Can I request a lot of days off in case I have to get a second job?” Magne asked curiously and Dabi just burst out into laughter. “You’re a fucking hilarious chick!!!” He laughed at her (even as she turned to walk out of the shop too). “Then I guess that just leaves you huh?” He smirked at you mischievously. “Do you wanna try for it?” He asked, quickly yanking your resume from your hands and giving it a look over. “Wow, you’re pretty impressive but I’ll be honest with you...” He handed your resume back. “We really don’t give a shit about what grade you graduated with in college algebra. Come back with a portfolio of your artwork and then you’ll be in business. If you think you’re interested in it of course.” Dabi winked and got back to work. “Oh okay, thank you.” You spoke quietly and quickly headed out the door. “So how is it for you? Did we land it?” Magne and Toga looked at you expectedly. “Honestly I probably did if I wanted to work there, but I don’t think I have enough time to put together an entire portfolio before our first rent is due. On top of that, I have to spend money on my own equipment and the apprentice thing doesn’t pay until I get my tattoo license. In all reality, this seems like a long term process. Let’s just check out the next spot please?” Magne nodded and drove off to the next place:

The Plus Ultra Tech Store where Spinner works.

The three of you entered the store and you smiled when you noticed Spinner behind the counter tinkering with an old keyboard. He looked up and directly at you as a blush started on his cheeks. “H-hey Y/N.” You smiled lightly and opened your mouth to greet him back but Toga spoke up first. “Spin Spin!!! I came to see if you had an open position or two orrrr three???” She approached the counter and excitedly slapped her palms down. “Okay whoa hey! First of all please quiet down, and second of all don’t call me Spin Spin. Anyway, gimme your Resumes.” Spinner took each of them and looked them over thoroughly (which took a bit so Toga and Magne went to look through the store). He sighed when he finished and looked over at you. “You guys have pretty darn good credentials but that’s not gonna play too much of a part here. Hey guys! Can you come over here real quick?” Spinner called out to them and the two of them made it to the desk fast af. “Okay, I really don’t wanna hurt you guys feelings but I’m gonna be frank here: Do any of you know how to fix technology?” Spinner was met with silence and confused expressions. “Uh...okay. Well do any of you have extensive knowledge on movies, tech, or video games slash consoles?” Spinner was once again met with silence. “DO ANY OF YOU KNOW HOW TO SET UP A CELL PHONE AND ARE YOU OKAY WITH DOING IT FOR MOST OF THE DAY?” 

“Oh I can!!!”

“Alright you’re hired then.” Spinner sighed and took Toga’s resume. “I can try to ask my manager to open up some more positions for you two if you want. I really don’t wanna leave you out and-” You gently placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled sweetly at him. “It’s alright Shuichi, don’t worry! Just hiring Toga has helped us a ton. Now all we have to do is focus on Mags and I, and we’ll just be A-OK.” You winked at him and pat his shoulder, watching him look away quickly as he tried to hide that cute blush of his. You and Magne headed back to the car and waited for Toga to finish up the impromptu interview/hiring process. Finally she burst out of the store doorway and skipped back to the car happily with a folded uniform in her arms. “We did it!!!!” She shouted happily once she got into the back seat. You laughed and Magne playfully rolled her eyes. “No you did it, crazy. Me and Y/N still got at least 3 more places to head to. Next stop is:

The University Shigaraki attends.

Once you guys made it there, Magne texted real quick and Shigaraki approached the car car 5 minutes later. He knocked on the driver window and Magne rolled it down. “A Sorento...really? I honestly saw you driving a bug or a smart car.” Tomura played with the door interior and Magne slapped his hand away. “Excuse you, Mr. California Raisin but my Mom gave me this car and it’s fully payed off. AND it’s a 2018, so let’s see you do better hmm?”

“I drive a 2019 Prius.”

“A Prius and you???” Magne burst into laugher and Toga giggled from the back seat. “Get the fuck out of the stupid Sorento and let’s go. I don’t have time to waste. My next class is in like 40 minutes and I still gotta get some lunch to eat.” Tomura grumbled as your crew made it out of the car. You all trekked near Tomura across the campus while he pulled out his map and argued with Magne the quickest routes to places. “Listen here you ashy bitch, I’m telling you if we cross over in FRONT of the cafeteria then we can make it to the biology building faster than if we took that sidewalk by the financial aid office.” She tapped the paper furiously and Tomura growled. “No you listen Mop headed slut, I go to school here so it’s ME that knows where we’re supposed to be. I have TWO teachers to introduce to you and Y/N each and it’s gonna take me a bit to get there so let me do it my way.” He grumbled back at her and she snatched the map. Toga leaned over to whisper in your ear as you two continued to walk behind them. “Those two argue like a married couple. 20 bucks says they’ll be dating by Christmas of this year.” You quietly laughed and pushed her to the side. “Shut it Himiko, or they’ll both kill us!” Suddenly the whole group stopped walking as two familiar faces approached. “Hey, what are you guys doing on campus? I thought you all graduated college already last year or whatever.” Hari spoke with a welcoming smile as Kai stood next to him. “Good evening you three. Thank you for inviting us to that party last week. It was nice to not focus on schoolwork for a moment of two.” Kai added peacefully. “Oh not biggie really! And we’re here because me and Y/N have to go see two teachers here for a possible position as a secretary, or teachers assistant. Tomura’s dumbass is failing as our lead to them though.” Magne and Shigaraki glared at each other for a moment. 

“Well Kai just got out for the day and my next class isn’t till later tonight since I’m taking mainly night classes and all. Why don’t I take Magne to the first teacher, and Kai can take Y/N. That way you can go eat or whatever Tomura. Besides, I owe you after you helped me with the programming homework I had before I changed my major last semester.” Hari explained and Magne squealed. “Oh such a gentleman, say less!” She grabbed Hari’s arm and he laughed nervously before she pulled him along, following the map and chatting as if they’d known each other forever. Tomura explained where to find the other teacher and then he left eagerly towards the cafeteria with Toga tagging along (because she genuinely wanted to see what the food was like here). “Thanks again for leading me there. I know you’d probably have places you’d rather be huh.” You spoke up and Kai laughed slightly. “Oh no, think nothing of it. Any escape I get from having to focus on this work all the time is perfect for me. Besides, I feel like we should get to know each other since we only just met through Shigaraki’s invite to your housewarming. You seem like an interesting person with a charming personality and a stunning face...I mean as if that has anything to do with it.” He cleared his throat and looked forward. “Wow, that was a terrible save.” You teased him, hinting at his little compliment he threw in there. “Anyway Kai, what are you going to graduate in? Like your major and all.” 

“Biological Sciences and Pre-Med. After that, I gotta head to Med school 2 cities away from here.”

“Wow, off to do great things huh? I’m kinda sad knowing that now haha. Seems like we don’t have much time to get to know each other after the next few semesters and all.”

“Oh well I wouldn’t put it that way. After all, we still have phones. And when I’m passing through to visit family on holidays, I’ll be sure to drop in and see you...and everyone else haha.”

“Wow, another bad save.” You continued to tease him and he laughed it off. You guys seemed to make it to your destination in no time. Kai was kind enough to wait around outside while you chatted in the building with the English teacher. When you came out he looked at you with worry apparent on his face. “Did it go well?” You immediately shed your fake somber expression and smiled widely. “I don’t know, but you’ll just have to ask me that when I clock in next week!!!!” You jumped up and down excitedly. “Hey that’s great! Let’s go out to celebrate with coffee or something eventually.” You smiled and nodded. It didn’t take too much longer to get back home with Toga and Magne. Turns out Magne failed the interview pretty bad but luckily she made it into a pretty cushy job with Twice and Hawks at the store in the Mall she really loved (just think Spencers pls). “Well I’d say we achieved our goals for today so let’s go blow the rest of our cash on a crap ton of junk food and binge watch Netflix at the house!” Magne cheered on the way home as you and Toga joined her. Hopefully this job would last long, and hopefully it would bring you some peace at mind when it comes to financial stability because after all...

you still needed to save money for a car👀

(but that’s a story for another time)

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