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checkingoutforheroes · 3 years ago

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Natasha’s Birthday.

Pairing: Natasha x fem!reader

Words: 2786

Warning: None? I think.

Genre: Just fluffff. I PROMISE!

AU Notes: I suggest you listen to Uptown Girl by Westlife or Billy Joel while reading this💃🏻🕺🏻

Synopsys: Natasha is not happy to celebrate her own birthday party without her love life. Can Y/n make it?

People starts filling the party area in the compound. Perks of being Tony Stark best friend, he will never miss any of your guy’s birthday. Party is a must! Natasha try to hid her sad and disappoint feeling on her own party but fail when Wanda can easily feel and read mind.

Y/n have been send to a week mission yesterday and there is no way she can come home. The team acknowledge that and tried their best to cheer their friend up. Thor arrived and Tony greet him. “Right on time, Point Break. Party about to start.” “I couldn’t miss the party. It’s birthday party, there must be a cake. How’s Natasha? I heard Y/n is on a mission.” The god of thunder asking his fellow Avengers.

Clint answer him while Tony ask Pepper to call Natasha and Wanda to come down. “This is a secret okay. Do not, any circumstances, tell Natasha this but Y/n is not on a ‘work’ mission.” Thor confuse “What do you mean?” “He means; Y/n is preparing a big surprise for Natasha. It’s more like a show for her. We all kind of have a part in it. Sorry you didn’t have time to rehearse with us.” Steve explaining to him and Thor just sip his drinks happily. “That’s okay. I like watching a show. We have them on Asgard too, when we celebrating something. Like this.”

“And, done.” Wanda is doing Natasha’s hair and can’t help to hear her thought. “Maybe Y/n will celebrate it with you when she’s back. I know it past your birthday but I also know she definitely celebrating it.” Natasha just smiling on her chair, looking at Wanda through the mirror in front of them. “You invading my privacy.”

Wanda just giggle to answer to her mentor. “Well you’re not helping by thinking too loud. We all here for you tonight and I swear I can hear Thor already betting with someone, something about a drink?”

“Thor’s here huh? He’s been away in space but still can manage to come visit his fellow Avengers birthday party. While Y/n was away in a silly mission.” Natasha fake a smile.

“I understand if you want to strangle Fury right now but it’s time to go.” Someone knocking on the door and Pepper come in to get them. “Well, I’m here to invite this birthday girl to her own birthday party.” Natasha smile at her. “We are going. Let’s go.” Pepper nodding “Good idea. Because Thor is just a step away to get everybody drunk.”

They can hear the music blasting when they reach to the floor. “I guess you’re the one who handling the guests invitation?” Natasha asking Pepper. “If I let Tony, he’ll invite the whole Manhattan.” “You know me so well now, Pepper.”

Tony grabs the mic from the DJ and announce Natasha’s arrival. “Ladies and gentlemen, I announcing the arrival of our birthday girl for tonight, The Double Agent imposter.” The crowds go silent and only Tony and Thor are laughing. “I was just kidding. The lovely Natasha Romanoff!!” Now the crowds cheering loudly.

The party goes smoothly as planned. Some of the guess already drunk, chatting with their friends, playing at the pool table, throwing darts and here they are, in a group, sitting in a lounge, chatting with the birthday girl. “I see there are 3 piles of presents.” Asked by the birthday girl.

“They are from your rich guests here, your fan clubs and your little fans.” Clint told her.

“That’s sweet.” She said and Steve notice something is not right. “What is it? You not like it?”

“I like it.”

“She’ll kill to be here but no choice.” Steve try to makes his friend feel better at her own birthday.

“I asked Fury for an exchange, me instead, but you know that old man.” Clint assure her.

“Thank you for trying making me feel better. Well, the God is here. What more can I wish for right?” Natasha smile at Thor. “I apologize, I didn’t bring anything from Asgard. I’m from another course and drop by here but I have this humble drink for you.” Thor hand the drink in an antique and unique bottle to Natasha and she takes it. “Thanks! I could really use it now though.” Tony looks unsatisfied at Thor. “And you didn’t bring one for me?!” Pepper interject him “Thanks to that. You are already drunk even when you’re sober.” “I cannot disagree to that statement.” Sam jokes. Clint, Tony and Steve excuse themselves.

Wanda immediately stops her from drinking that drink. “Why did you stop me?” She asked and Wanda told her to enjoy the party. “You can drink that later because you might want to enjoy your ‘not so boring’ party first. That drink is probably too strong you know, not made for human.” “Everybody else is probably drunk right now, I don’t see why I can’t.” “I can’t let you because-”

Right on time the music play and Natasha turn her head so fast to the stage when she hears Y/n voice. “...that.” Wanda finishes her sentences. Turns out it’s not just you. There Steve on the keyboard, Clint on drum, Tony on bass guitar and Maria Hill on electric guitar. All wearing the same old S.H.I.E.L.D old uniform, sleeve rolling up. They all have microphone with them and singing as backup vocals as Y/n go lead.

Uptown girl,

She’s been living in her uptown world

I bet she never had a backstreet guy

I bet her mama never told her why

I’m gonna try for an uptown girl (Uptown girl…)

She’s been living in her white, bright world (white, bright world…)

As long as anyone with the hot blood can (hot blood can…)

And now she’s lookin’ for a downtown man (downtown man…)

That’s what I am

Her green eyes sparkles bright enough to light up the room when she sees you on stage singing the classic Uptown Girl. She turns to Wanda and Pepper asking whether it is really Y/n or a hologram. “Is that?” Wanda smiles wide and nods. “Yes, that’s Y/n.” Pepper add “I kill Tony myself if that is screen recording or hologram.”

And when she knows

What she wants

From her time

And when she wake up

And make up

Her mind

She’ll see I’m not so tough (duet with Steve)

Just because

I’m in love with an uptown girl (uptown girl)

You know I see her in her uptown world (uptown world)

She’s getting tired of her high class toys (high class toys)

And all her presents from her

Uptown boys (uptown boys)

She’s got a choice.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Fury come out of nowhere “It is so awkward to see The Avengers singing. And dancing. Maybe not for Captain America.” Natasha turns to see Fury. “Nick. Is this part of your plan too?” He smiles “How can I not? She’s been begging me for the last two months to not give any of you a mission specifically on this day. It’s worth it.”

Natasha chuckles, out of words. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Fury turns over and showing Natasha’s family. Yes, her family. Alexi, Melina and her little sister Yelena.

Wanda whisper at Natasha’s ear “They are real too.” She nods at Natasha “Go.”

Thor walks towards Wanda and Fury. “I’ve never seen her smiling that big.” Pepper and Wanda looking at her greeting her family. “Me too.”

“Such a noble thing you did.” Thor said to Fury and he just smiling. Natasha brings her family to introduce to Wanda, Thor and Pepper. They continue watching the show and Wanda pulls Natasha’s hand when Y/n calling them to come up the stage. “Let’s go. All of us. The band need us.” Pepper let Natasha’s family walks first. Wanda presenting Natasha and let Y/n takes her hand. She goes next to Steve, Pepper next to Tony, Thor doing silly dance next to Maria and be silly together while her family enjoying with all of them near Clint.

Uptown girl

You know I can’t afford to buy her pearl

But maybe when my ship comes in

She’ll understand what kind of guy I’ve been

And then I win.

Y/n put her hand out for Natasha to take and walking on the stage. Que for her walking. Luckily Natasha play along.

And when she’s walking

She’s looking so fine

And when she’s talking

She’s say that she’s mine

Y/n pass her to her family and jog towards Tony.

She’ll say I’m not so tough (duet with Tony)

Just because

I’m in love with an uptown girl (oohhh)

She’s been living in her white, bread world (oohhh)

As long as anyone with a hot blood can (ooohhh)

And now she’s looking for a downtown man (oohhh)

That’s what I am

Oh oh oh oh

While the rest of them singing the ‘Oh’ parts, you Y/n whisper to Natasha. “You know the next part. You’ve seen the video.” Natasha shyly looking at her family and friends until Yelena yells “Go! This is one in a lifetime chances.” Natasha looks at Y/n, her smile still plastering at her beautiful face. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Because I love you. Dance with me.” The music continues playing even they stop playing the instruments to gather around just like they practiced. Tony already set the music with Friday and it knows the queue.

Uptown girl (uptown girl)

She’s my uptown girl

You know I’m in love

With an uptown girl (uptown girl)

My uptown girl

You know I’m in love

With a birthday girl (uptown girl)

She’s my birthday girl

You know I’m in love

With an uptown girl (uptown girl)

My uptown girl….

They let their friend finish that song. Everybody enjoying the moment and each of them have biggest smile on their faces. Even Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D himself. It’s weird but yes, he is smiling. Y/n and Natasha go hugs their friends and family. Y/n stops at Natasha’s family while she’s with Steve and Maria at the other end.

“I know I just met you, but I already like you Y/n.” Melina says to Y/n and Alexi continue. “It’s hard to see her smile like that. Not even when she’s a kid.”

“Take a good care of my sister. I trust you.” Yelena said.

“She doesn’t even trust me! Her father.” Alexi said and Yelena jus rolling her eyes.

Y/n look at them with hope and grateful in her eyes. “Thank you, for allowing me to marry your daughter, sister. I promise I’ll take care of her.” Yelena sees her sister coming toward them “What are you waiting for? Go put the ring on her finger, in-law.” Y/n smiles big at Yelena’s as she called her sister in-law.

The crowds getting quiet when Tony put a ‘silent’ sign on the screen above them while the other screen focus on Y/n and Natasha without they even notice. Secretly Tony recording the whole thing since the beginning and make the whole documentary out of it. Y/n surely need to thank him.

“Happy birthday, Natasha. You, look so, d.. divine. Tonight.” Y/n nervously said to her soon to be fiancé. Hopefully.

“You sound nervous. You’ve been singing, dancing in front of hundreds people in this room and you’re nervous to praise me?” Natasha cupping your cheek with her right hand. Y/n pull her hand down and Natasha’s sensing something is wrong. “Y/n. What’s wrong?” They didn’t notice that all of The Avengers slowly moves behind Y/n. Even Y/n doesn’t know this part. It was Wanda’s idea. They all get down on their knee when Y/n is on her knee.

“You’re right. I am nervous, now. I’m speechless. Over the edge, I’m breathless. I understand if… I understand...” Y/n is so nervous and let out a long sigh before looking at Natasha’s family behind her. They all nodding at Y/n. Y/n take a deep breath and pull out a red velvet box that have a diamond engagement ring from her pocket. Y/n get down on her knee.

To be honest, Natasha is also nervous and shock, mix with happy and overwhelm when she sees not just Y/n who down on one knee but the whole Avengers. Her second family, also bending their knee but she keeps her composure. Y/n turns to see where Natasha’s looking and almost let out tears when she sees them.

They both looking eye to eye and Y/n starts talking. “You know how terrible I am with words when I’m nervous. That’s why I’m so bad at espionage. You are the most solid, nothing to solidify. Calm and collected. We avenge together, we mess up together. You know I love you, right? Natasha Romanoff, will you accept my proposal?” Wanda hissing and whisper directly to you from her place “Pssstt… Will you marry me. Will. You. Marry. Me.” Your eyes still lock on Natasha astonishing green eyes. “Sorry. Umm... Will you marry me?”

“We drive each other mad, but what is love with no pain and suffer.” The whole room is so quiet that they can only listen to their own heart beats. “To you, I’ve never lied. For you, I’d take a life. I swear.” Natasha said eyes still on each other. “Your answer is…….?” Y/n gulp and Natasha smile. “Yes. I’ll marry you, my favorite Avengers.”

Y/n get up from the floor and hug Natasha a little too strong because why not? She’s over the moon right now. Before Natasha kiss her new fiancé, Y/n turn around and runs to her friends. “SHE SAID YES GUYS! She said the big YES!!”

Pepper stops Y/n. “Y/n, have you kiss her yet?”

“I did hug her.”

They all yell “KISS HER!!” You run towards Natasha and kiss her. “I’m sorry I forget to kiss you. I’m so excited! Can I kiss you now?” Natasha giggles “You’ve never ask my permission before.” Y/n kiss Natasha in front of her family and they awkwardly watch especially Yelena.

“Are you sure she’s an Avenger? Not from any circus camp?” Yelena looking at her sister.

“No.” Natasha let out a small laugh. “No? Are you sure? Yes? No? ” “No…” “Okay if you’re sure, because I want you to be happy.” The sisters hug each other for a while meanwhile Y/n and Wanda hold each other hand jumping up and down like children get what they wish for as Christmas present. “she said Yes Wanda. I’m getting marry.” “Yes you’re getting marry.”

“Natasha.” Melina caught her attention. “I’m proud of you. We, all proud of you. You’ve grown to be an incredible woman Natasha.”

“Looooonggg way from Ohio.” Yelena smiles. “I’ll never forget Ohio.” Natasha told he sister.

“She’s a good person, Natasha.” Alexi caught her attention. Seriousness shown on his face, he continues. “She did asked us for our blessing.” “She did what?” Now its her turn to be serious.

“She asked for our blessing. To marry you.”

“Y/n asked for your blessing?”

“Yes. I know! I can’t believe it too until I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Hah! You’re marrying a vintage.” Yelena laugh at her sister. “Mom, almost take her down with sniper.”

Natasha look sternly at Melina “Almost! Okay! Almost. I didn’t because she came unarms. Not even a swish blade.” Melina clearing the situation.

“She came to you guys? When?” Natasha asked her family.

“Yeah. Alone. Last month. Why?” Alexi asks her daughter.

“I thought Fury brought you guys here. I never told her where do you live. Only Fury knows, based on my file details.”

“She did break into Maria Hill’s personal computer just to find your original file. No one ever know that you and Barton had an original file. Somehow, she did. She’s a catch Romanoff.” Fury came behind her.

“Thank you.” Natasha at him.

“I have to go. It broke my heart to see the Avengers jumping like that.” He looks at the Avengers. “Lighten up, Fury. Let her have a moment.” Natasha said. “You better tell your fiancé not to break any S.H.I.E.L.D files or computers ever again. I’m watching.” He nods at her family and walks away. The family joins The Avengers drinking and chatting. Natasha greeted by Y/n and put her arm around Y/n neck.

“Hey you.” Y/n smiles.

“Hey fiancé.” Natasha smirking seductively at Y/n.

“Fiancé. Huh, I’d like that.”

“Wait until I call you my wife.”

“I’ll love that.”

Tony snap their picture and post it on instagram and twiter. The news travel so fast and the whole world are happy for them. Who doesn’t get excited. Two of earth mightiest heroes are engaged to each other. Their phones are blown off with calls, notification, texts, emails from fans, reporters, sponsors, government, agencies this, that. All of those are for congratulate the couple.

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yoshikoooo · 3 years ago

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Yan Reader x Childe

Warning: Contains material that may be harmful or traumatizing to some readers ⚠️❗❗

Synopsis: Basically You ravaging on some poor guys who happened to hurt Childe.

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“Childe!”

You called in concern unto the mans name as You saw How bloody mess was he again.

"I.. I’m fine"

He weakly said as He leaned at the wall and eventually Sat down. You had many questions to ask, Yet you know its not the time for it, You quickly run to get The first aid kit and ran back to him who was Still on the entrance of your home.

You rushed to open the box and started treating his wounds. You took a deep sigh before talking.

"What happened?"

You Looked at him, A Dangerous smile Curved up your lips, It did sent shivers to the mans body, but he also loved this side of you, Ah~ how he wished you could be more rough with him-

You asked, the tenderness and care present as you tried to be careful with his new wounds, careful enough not to hurt him.

"Nothing much-"

"Darling~ I'm asking you a Question~"

Despite Your Wide smile, The voice within it was scary, It was intimidating, as if a black aura would surely appear behind you, ready to devour the man alive if He dared to lie once again. The ginger man just sigh deeply as he knew You were not going to give up until he spoke the truth.

"I was just killing some Ruin guards on the way, When I got ambushed by some Fatui, They were definitely the traitors That I heard From la signora. At the same time, I was on the mission To also get rid of them, but They weren't that easy to catch since they had visions with them too. When I got them cornered up, Ruin guards suddenly Popped up and Went after me, it was chaotic that they even took that chance to run away... Tsk, I'll make sure to really kill them later. "

He said as His eyes darken at the thought of Killing them. He surely won't just give them death Easily, He's surely going to toy with them until They themselves beg for death like a Damn Worm on the ground, Begging to be stepped at and be crushed to death, Well you would surely do the same.

although, You on the other hand, was furious and enraged at hearing at the news.

'huh? Who dares to touch what's mine?'

You thought as You gritted your teeth, Childe didn't know this side of you, and Surely, You Only have this side For childe. If the brunette man knew this side of you, Oh boy, He would surely love to see the scene wherein you spout sweet, crazy nothings such as claiming him as yours and that no one would touch him and only you, Although hidden in the dark, He Know nothing About you being such a psychotic woman that would crush and smash every being that dared to come in between you both. He only knew you as the Kind and adorable you, one that would be afraid to point a knife to someone nor even dare kill an animal without hesitating. It wasn't his fault for not knowing the other side of you, after all It was your choice to hide it, as a ugly part of you was afraid to show him such Dirty side of you, You were simply just too good with hiding things, Too good that felt like you were trained professionally.

"So.. You're heading out again..? With these injuries..?"

You asked innocently as you poked the wound on his chest softly.

"Haha, I know I'm pushing myself, But there's nothing to worry about, cause Once I finish my business with those guys, I will surely take a Rest!"

He tried to reassure you, and you just nodded, playing along with him.

"Sure, But at least eat before You head out, And I'm not done bandaging your arms since We runned out of bandages, I'll just head out and buy more."

You said calmly as you placed a kiss on his cheeks and he did the same.

"Be fast~"

He said with a cheeky smile making your lips curve upward unconsciously. After that, you head out, The smile on your face faded as you looked up to see the dark sky, wherein the moonlight blessed the land with its light together with the stars, You went to the pharmacy and bought bandages as you told him you would, you also added some other things, But you didn't head straight to home, You Headed straight to a building, A tall and Guarded one at that.

Masked mans Walked up to you.

"Miss Y/n, Do you need something?"

They asked as they bowed to showed respect.

"I Need to talk with la signora, Is she busy~?"

You asked and gave a soft and intimidating smile, as if taking a "No" would surely be the end of them, Making it hard for the Fatui infront of you to talk.

"Hm~? Y/n, Do you need something?"

A woman's voice asked as you looked at the right side to see La signora walking towards you while her platinum blonde hair sways and smile.

"Ah~ signora~ I apologize for the sudden visit" You politely said as You smiled at the tall and fair lady Infront of you.

"It's fine, Lets take this to my office"

She said as she started walking ahead, Letting you follow behind.

The trip on your way to her office was quiet and tense.

She opened the door and the both of you went inside.

"Go ahead and take a seat"

She ordered as she went to her own sit. You Obediently followed.

"Now, State your business"

She sternly said, making you gulp hardly.

" The mission Childe took, Mind If I take over it?"

You headed straight to the point making signora Look at You for awhile before A small chuckle came out.

"Eh? Was The mission too much for the Ginger boy?"

She asked as she leaned her chin on the palm of her hand.

"Of course not, He could Slice their throat in one go If some pest didn't dare to intervene."

You said as you tried defending Your lover, You can't possibly let his fellow harbinger look down on him. only you are allowed to do that to him-

"Yes, of course he can, I heard Ruin guards Suddenly entered the scene and that's where It went All Astray from the plan the Boy had."

She said as she seemed to know the whole situation. She paused as she think about your Question again and smiled as she made the decision.

" Its Fine If you take over, although, I wonder if That childe would Even Allow you to take over~? "

She asked as her light gray eyes sparkled with amusement. She was definitely enjoying this.

"Of course, he surely won't...But in the first place , I wonder if he would even Know about it"

You smiled making the woman Chuckle.

"Ain't you such a Bad girl? letting your boyfriend be in the dark, making a fool out of him?"

She suddenly said making you look at her, displeased at what she said. as if she didn't do the same-

"I'm simply protecting my Beloved childe from the impurities this world has to give."

You said and gave a smile in the end, she just laughed softly.

"Should I send some backups?"

She Asked as she looked at her nails, You stood up.

"No thank You... But a help From you would be nice"

You said and smiled innocently. Making the Lady Look at you, as if she knew What you were asking her for help.

"Do I need to bring their Heads for proof?"

You asked and tilted your head onto the side.

"Their mask and vision is fine"

She answered and sigh deeply before she continued.

"Sure, I’ll help to cover up your involvement in this, You can leave now"

She stated making you smile widely.

"I appreciate it... then This humble one shall excuse herself."

You said as you bowed politely, then you went out as you heard a soft chuckle from the Lady. You thanked the archons as she was willing to cooperate, Your relation with La signora wasn't that bad, It was somehow sort of like a big sister and sister relationship. Although the difference was the Danger lurking behind your backs.

You finally Headed straight home to see your Lovely Childe.

A smile Reached Your lips as you simply thought about childe , You twist the doorknob open and went in, Closing it afterwards.

"That took you long~"

You saw childe pouting on the couch. You placed the things you bought on the table.

"Sorry~ I also looked into some Ointments that would surely heal your wounds faster"

You said as you kissed his cheeks and sat beside him. He slip his arm to your shoulder making you look at childe who was already staring at you, sorrow and mournful feeling evidently filling his eyes.

"Am I really allowed to be with you..?"

He suddenly asked as His beautiful ocean eyes stayed lifeless, Lips curved down. Your heart quickly shattered as you looked at how the air of melancholy surrounded the Man in front of you. You didn't like how his lips would turn downward and the light on his eyes would just disappear like a trace of smoke. This state of him makes him vulnerable, yet you knew, He too only has this side for you, knowing that, A whole sense of relief filled you and your eyes soften.

"I love you, Childe, only you and always you.."

You said genuinely and lovingly, it was short yet his lips finally curved upward making him smile in satisfactory as if It was the right words he wanted to hear.

"I love you too"

He said as he kissed you passionately and deeply, You knew where this is heading, Yet you guys can't possibly do it when he's injured so You pushed him lightly. Once you pulled away he seemed kind of disappointed, You chuckled lightly as how adorable he is.

"I Hope you're not forgetting something."

You said and pointed at the bandages and poke his chest again making him pout like a cute little puppy, You love him so much, Too much that You can't resist the feelings of Killing someone whenever They try to harm or converse with Your Beloved childe.

Once you finished bandaging his arms, You mentioned to brew him some Chamomile tea which he agreed to drink before leaving.

"Chamomile Will help you calm down, Since I know You might push yourself again and Make more wounds"

You nag softly and gave him his drink.

"Yes, Yes~ I'll be careful~"

He playfully said making you nod as if You didn't knew He would literally Injure his self more but you know, That won't happen tonight. You were literally at your limit. Almost every week, he would come home to you with a new wound, and Sometimes You saw How some Fatui talk behind His back, It irritated you. You were itching to Kill them all this time. It was as if those feelings were a a Festering Poison twisting everything Your humane features were.

You patted his head as he drink the tea. Then you drank yours as well.

"wah~ This taste Good~"

He said as leaned back at the couch making himself more comfortable. You smiled as the medicine is working, you actually put some soporific drugs in his tea. You noticed how His eyes seemed to fight his eyelids back from closing.

"Childe? Are you sleepy?"

You asked as you feign ignorance, Your tone never changing, He nodded in response.

"then, take a nap, I'll wake you up after an hour then"

You innocently said as you smiled and caressed his face, You can hear him humming in response as He fell on the pillow. You took a blanket and placed it on him, carefully tucking him in.

You knew the medicine won't work That much for childe, so you decided to work fast, You kissed his forehead and Putted on your coat, Heading outside to Find those Bastards.

"Time to hunt some animals"

Signora Gave you The latest information They have on The Traitors and you quickly went To The place. It's been awhile since you've been active so You felt Excited.

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You smiled and Looked around the area.

'Where are they..-"

You grinned ear to ear as You saw a small camp With some fatui who was gravely injured probably due to Childe.

You walked towards it and they began to be alerted.

" State Your name! "

They shouted as You saw their visions glow while they quickly went to a awkward fighting stance.

" I was right.. These sh*ts really doesn't deserve his time.."

You mumbled as Your vision glow, without even them processing what happened, Their Toes Was already frozen, and You took that chance to take their Vision. Protest and resistance were heard from the two.

‘Hydro.. pyro..’

"heh...So You're the Dogs who Tried to kill MY Childe right..?"

You asked as you tilted your head on the side, making the both man Tremble in fear, They didn't bother to speak a word nor even Move.

That ticked you off. The forest around you started to froze, The green leaves turning Icy Blue, Their brown trunks are now Frozen, the ground getting covered in ice as if you turned a part of the forest into a part of dragonspine.

"Hey, Who do you think you guys are? You're both just some useless sh*t who was given a vision. That's all. Nothing special. Yet I, myself don't understand your idiotic actions that led you to Infiltrate the fatui and even dare to Touch What's mine."

You said while Playing with their visions.

"who would've thought You guys were just some spineless bastard who just got lucky By scratching My beloved childe"

You went to them and took their Mask Off.

Tsk.

"Now, I know what's the use of this mask for"

You disgustingly looked at them and started to back away and sat on a Chair.

"Y-You.. Y-You Monster!"

One of them shouted as He tried to Devour you with his Hydro, but within a snap of fingers it all got frozen, making the man Look at you with horrified eyes.

"eh.. If You want to live, Then try harder with that pea brain of yours. At this rate, A damn hilichurl might be stronger than you despite the both of you having visions. Tsk.. in the first place why the F*ck does someone like you deserve a vision?"

You said while you brush the Imaginary dirt on your coat. You looked at them sternly, as they just Tremble like a damn mouse who got trapped.

" Ah~ This is boring"

You yawned as you looked at the Beautiful moon.

"I'll be kind enough to Teach you guys a lesson before getting rid of you both."

You stretched and summoned 5 Cryo swords, flying around in a high speed as they purposely Miss and Scratch the two fatui.

"aagh!"

"N-No!- Ah!"

Groans and hiss of pain Are heard and You just watched them cry and beg for you to stop.

"What do you mean 'stop?' you Disreputable creatures dares touch what's mine with your dirty hands. you even dared scratch it, You must have wanted to die badly right? Its alright, I'm here, I'll give you all the pain and death you want~!”

You laughed as their groanings continued, Blood Staining the ground and even splashes as they get Scratched deeply. The cryo sword were like dancing waltz, it was beautiful, Every Turn and moves would have red Staining The beautiful color of Ice.

Looking at the scene, Anyone would describe you as a psychotic woman who enjoys Gore and violence. Well they might not be wrong about that since you are actually enjoying the gore scene in front of you, Those thugs that dared to scratch Your one and only childe, Are now screaming in pain, and begging you to stop.

'Ah~ how pleasurable to the ears.'

'Maybe if they didn't bother touching what's mine, They wouldn't have ended up like a damn dirty Pig.'

Minutes passed and it suddenly started to dull you out.

"Speak"

You demanded them as the cryo swords stopped dancing, as if the music on the background Finally ended.

"P-Pleas...e.... K-Kill.. Me! Kill me!"

One of them pleaded as Blood Continued dripping down on his body. You laughed.

"pfft...Don't you know that You look so Pathetic Right now?! Are you guys really the said traitors that even a harbinger had a hard time catching? HAHA! I bet if childe saw this, he would be laughing till He's on his knees."

You said as you hold your stomach trying to gain your Posture back.

"Fine~ since I'm now in a good mood , I'll give you the death you want~"

You simply said as the other person smiled in relief.

You snap your fingers and suddenly, Cryo swords began forming ontop of them, 10....15....26....30.. 37...40...45 and it continued.

You could see how their eyes widened in horror once again.

“W-Why..?! W-Why are you D-Doing this?! We’ve d-done nothing wrong..! “

One of them suddenly asked a question as he screamed in despair making you smile widely.

"hmm..? What do you mean? This is entirely all for love~”

You said and chuckled slightly as You saw how The life in their eyes seemed to fade and perish in an instant.

You snap your fingers once again and one by one, the swords began falling. It was as if Raining swords. What a sight to behold indeed.

You saw how the 2 figure in front of you get stabbed every second, Blood beautifully staining the frozen ground again but harshly this time, and their screaming joining in, making You smile in satisfactory.

You stood up and decided to go back. You called the fatui who was definitely spectating from the orders of La signora down.

"At your service!"

He bowed on one knee.

"The mission is finished"

You said as You handed the Masks and visions to the man.

"I'll relay the Message"

He said and disappeared. You started sprinting back to your house. Throwing the coat away somewhere.

Once you opened the door slowly, You got greeted by childe who is barely standing up on the entrance of your house. He looked confused and hurt, and it sort of pained you.

"Y-Y/n...? Why..?"

He asked as there was confusion evident in his voice. Is he suspecting you? No way. Before he say another word, You cupped his face, as you smiled softly

"A fellow subordinate of yours came to report, Since I felt bad waking you up, I decided to go instead-"

You were cutted off when he took your shoulders, gripping it tightly, making the both of you fell down, despite the medicine working, he still had this enormous strength within him.

"Did Those Sh*ts touch you?"

He asked in a stern voice, A voice that would literally murder anyone. It surely send shivers down your spine, and you clearly liked it.

You smiled to reassure him.

"No, Actually he reported that, Those guys you were after, was found dead, It seems their injuries was so deep that They probably died of blood loss"

You patted his head and he sigh out of relief, leaning towards you as he felt his legs giving up.

"That's good to hear.."

He said as he digged his head unto your neck. you nodded and caressed his head. The warmth Of his body seemed to calm you down too.

" Shall we head to the bedroom? you seem tired."

You concernedly asked as you help him stand up, walking towards the bedroom you both share. once you placed the man on the bed, you joined him as well.

"Rest well, Childe~"

You Whispered and kissed his forehead.

"I love.. you too.. Y/n"

You heard him mumbled sleepily as his eyes finally closed, drifting to dreamland. You stared at childe, The only man that would make you go Crazy If someone dared to steal him from you. He was precious to you, enough that You would surely damn the entire world for him just to make him happy. you would surely despise the Gods and resent destiny If that is what makes him happy. If ever he wanted to burn Liyue, crush mondstadt to pieces and Turn Inazuma to nothing but specks of ashes, You would love to stand beside him and see the artwork The both of you made while Satisfactory pasted on both of your faces.

"You're only mine childe... After all... No one else will ever love you as much as I do. "

You mumbled and gave another peck on his lips and closed your eyes to drift to sleep.

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Hi~ It's been awhile, I had aLoT~ of fun writing this, and I hope You did as well in reading it..

I'm so awkward sh*t.

Well, Anyways, You can't spell slaughter without any laughter ~

#yandere #genshin impact #genshin imagines #childe #childe x reader #slight angst #possessive #Childe my little boy #If villain bad why hot #Tehee

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Take Me Home (4/5)

Andy Barber x Reader (Post!Defending Jacob)

Summary: After the unfortunate events of the trial and after, a depressed Andy Barber decides to call it quits and start a mundane life far away from Newton. He decides it is best to have a fresh start away from prying eyes and alone, but he never thought his caring neighbor (and her son) would change all of that.

Chapter Warnings: MAJOR D.J. SPOILERS (BOOK Ending), Reminiscing the Loss of a loved one.

Andy soon came to realise that walking out on you was never ever really a solution. In reality he knew with his current state, without you he was doomed.

He needed you because he has no one. He needed you because it was his chance at something new; something no one would understand.

He needs you because in between all those shenanigans in these few months, he was falling hard for you.

But he did what he had to that day because he just wanted some space. In his head it seemed to be fine, but alas it hurt like a bitch.

On the other hand, Nikolai had no idea what was going on. It only took him minutes to fall in love with his new room. The lights, the colour of the room made him so jubilant, later on only to see you a bit unhappy. You were able to deflect from your son’s questions, but how on earth were you going to tell him that Andy won’t be meeting him anymore.

It hurt. So hard. All you needed was one conversation with him to settle things away but he wanted his space and so you half heartedly respected it.

Nikolai on the other hand was hitting a real low seeing you unhappy the whole day sporting stuffy red eyes. Like any other kid, Nikolai jumped to the conclusion that their mother is crying because she got a boo-boo or lost her favourite toy.

But that little brain of his pieced it slowly once he realised Andy never visited them for any of the dinner nights.

“Mommy pwese don’t cwy” his nimble fingers wiping your fat tears rolling down your cheek.

“I know peaches. I’m trying so hard to get Andy back okay. I’m sorry for crying around you like this baby.”

“B-but Wandi pwomised he neva gonna hurt you mommi…”

“Oh Niko,” you wiped the cookie crumbs around his tiny lips, “Your little brain won’t get it. It’s okay.”

“No. Not owkay. Wandi hurt you. Wandi bad. I don’t wike Wandi cahr now.”

You couldn’t help but surpass a giggle. “Niko. Andy is never bad. Never. He is just feeling sad and lonely. We just need to tell him we have him and love him okay?”

Love? Too soon. Maybe it’s more than like but it was too late to change it for your son and for yourself. You always saw how Niko’s eyes sparkled whenever Andy was around; he was soon accepting him to be a member of the household.

“Owkay,” he dug his head to your neck, “I wike Wandi and his cahr.”

–

The following week were hard for you and him. From sharing couches to kisses, now the only thing you both shared were small talks.

Yes. Small Talk. Or texts rather.

Andy told you he finally found a therapist to speak to and slowly expressed his wish to still visit Nikolai till you both figured out what was happening between you two.

Why did this have to get so complicated?

You on the other hand replied he was free to do so because to be real, the little kid missed him too. So, the next day he asked you for permission if he could take Nikolai on a car drive.

You had no idea what would go on in his head at times. From seeing Andy’s perspective, he was denied of the choice of telling you his story. It was his fucked-up childhood, his story that he wanted to tell you. Not a pity tatter-tale gossip story that was to be heard from your characterless, ex-husband.

Andy later in the evening sent a message that he was ready, and you saw the man your heart so longed for.

His eyes were back to being sunken, those blue irises not having the guts to meet yours. His hair was ruffled like he just woke up from a nap. Looking at him made you realise how much your hands were twitching to just hug him. You were reminded of the first night you spent at his house; that blue sweater he gave you while you two made out on his couch for the first time was now worn by him.

You walked towards him as you held Nikolai’s convertible baby seat to be fixed in his car and he was kind enough to open the door for you.

Andy on the other hand knew he had to- no, wanted to strike a conversation with you; but didn’t know what to say.

Hey long time huh?

Y/N. Hey, how are you?

Hey listen…

Nope nothing came out of his mouth while you fixed the seat.

He took in your appearance too; that ray of sunshine that beamed from your smile was non-existent; replaced with a forlorn look that he hated to see on you. The past few days were definitely much harsher on you than it was for him. Andy knew he couldn’t get any more foolish. He had to get back to what you two had before.

He needed it.

“Have we gone back to square one? Because of what? My ex-husband?”

Andy came out of his tiny reverie and focussed back on you. He didn’t pay attention, but he did realise you said something bitter that meant to sting him.

“Honey listen-”

“Oh, don’t you honey me Andy. How could you? How could you be so- so-“ you tried so hard to not break into a stream of tears.

How could you be so hateful to yourself Andy? Did you not trust me?

“How could you just desert me like that? D-did you think I was going to throw away my second chance at life for something you father did? Did you want to throw away your second chance at life because of your father who has no role in our lives right now?”

He sighed dejectedly, disappointed with himself. Hearing your voice break wrecked him, “I know Y/N. I was an asshole that day, leaving you without an explanation.” He found himself taking steps towards you and cupping your cheek, tilting his forehead onto yours, “I am so sorry hon- Y/N. I am sorry.”

You bit your lip and looked up at him, his eyes still closed; now content that he and you could just touch each other after a very long time.

Any other situation, you wouldn’t let a man walkover you so easily after fucking up. But this was Andy. The man who made you believe in second chances. You gave him a first chance already, and now it was again your turn to give him one more.

“You weren’t an asshole Andy,” you held on to his hands, “Its just, I don’t know…”

“I know you know exactly what you want to say Y/N. Just say it.”

You could hear Nikolai running around his circles with his unicorn plush doll behind you, “I was angry when you left, but at the same time I tried to understand your point of view, your emotions and your feelings about this whole situation. But I think or- or I know that I didn’t deserve to be ghosted like that Andy, because I liked you for you, not what your father did, especially when we had something so good going on.”

He removed his hand from your cheeks and looked down like a disappointed child. He knew he was at fault and so he didn’t say anything; head hung in shame looking at the little, carefree boy that he loved so dearly.

“It’s only had if you want it to be,”

“What do you mean?”

You saw a glint of that eagerness that Andy always had with you before, “I told that we had something good going on? It’s only had if you want it to be…“

Andy took some time to find his words. Again. It was the second time he fucked up so bad and here you were, taking him back even after he exploded like a mine. Was this woman for real?

“Of course, I want this honey. I always want us. You’re always so good to me.”

He reached out to graze your cheeks, but he was blocked by your squealing son.

“Cahr Wandi! Can we gooo?”

You were surprised that you weren’t interrupted by your son sooner, but nevertheless your son’s new founded patience was found to be a blessing in disguise.

The cutest sight unfurled before you as Andy made grabby hands at your son, only for the latter to be scooped into Andy’s arms like a cocoon.

“Come on Y/N, join us wont you? For a drive?”

You shook your head, “I think I’ll pass.”

“Y/N. I want to really make it up to you. Like real time. Please come with us?”

“I know Andy, but who will make dinner if I come along with you boys?”

Andy slowly grinned at your implications. He never ceased to be impressed by your gracious generosity and the small acts of kindness.

“I’m not mad, not as much as I was before I promise,” you dared to but tiptoed to place a kiss on his cheek, “We can talk over dinner today.” You saw how his cheek sported a cherry red tint, slowly creeping up till his ear. A teenager in a old man’s body.

“Peaches,” you turned to your son right now jumped into Andy’s arms, nuzzling his face in that soft sweater, “Be good and behave okay peaches? Don’t trouble Wandi- I mean Andy for anything on the way okay?”

Everything drowned inside a chorus of laughter when Andy realised how you had called his name. Niko had no idea what the humour was for but joined the chorus when he found his two most favourite people in the world giggling.

Were you forgoing all that pent-up sadness that this man gave you this week? Yes. Yes you were.

And you would soon realise that it was the best decision you made.

Hours passed by and the boys came back home. Nikolai was gleefully pulling onto Andy’s beard and curiously asking him when he was going to get a ‘bweard’ like him and heard both the boys animatedly inhaling; the smell of aromatic food that stirring their tummies.

“MOMMY IS MAKING PAWSTAHH!”

Andy was so confused. You always made the best Italian food for your child.

“Let’s just say after that episode we had with Chad, I was cooking boring greens and ordering takeout for the little one and me. I lost the will to cook. Thought I’ll revive the poor kid’s taste buds.”

It was always these small gestures that pulled you towards Andy; like this one. He tugged you by your shoulders and placed a soft kiss on your forehead and then cupped your cheeks so lovingly.

“Sorry Momma bear.”

“Shhh. It’s okay grumpy cat,” you winked.

Dinner on the other hand did go relatively smooth than you expected it to. Andy explained himself, his feelings and what he felt that day when he left you and tried his level best to process your emotional state that day.

The baked pasta was licked clean by your two boys and you while Andy also spoke about his past few days with his therapist, who seemed to help him more than he possibly could ever think of. Over a glass of wine, Andy held your hand promising you that he wouldn’t do any more foolish stunts that ended up hurting all of us in the process.

But as you and Andy were doing and drying the dishes, you felt that he was holding back something.

“You’re doing that thing.”

“What thing.”

“That thing you used to do when I used to pick movies that you don’t like.”

His grin could make your whole body mushy and soft like a teenager having their first crush “So? Is that my fault honey?” he feigned hurt, glad that he could now call you back with his favourite sweet name.

“Nah,” you playfully tapped his shoulder. “You give me that look so prominently so that I understand that you want something from me, or you want me to do something for you.”

Andy looked so lost and you knew something was biting his thoughts because he enjoyed doing domestic chores with you; his favourite being you washing the dishes and him drying them out and keeping them inside the cupboards. He didn’t reply until the last wine glass was kept inside the cabinet

“It’s just-” hesitated Andy. You waited patiently for him to find his words.

“It’s about Jacob.”

“Oh.”

For a startling few seconds, you held your breath; thinking about Andy’s son was something wrecked your thoughts and heart every single time.

“My therapist says that I haven’t, you know, fully processed Jacob’s death. Like I’m holding on to something. But parents don’t, right? They can’t move on from their child’s death right? It’s practically impossible.”

You weren’t sure what to say but you nodded, gripping on to his arm and gesturing to sit with you to the couch where little Niko dozed off with two of his stuffed dolls clenched in his hand.

“But she did say one statement that made sense to me, I don’t know. It made sense about how we can’t forget our children who are no longer with us but we can learn to accept the fact that they are no longer with us.”

Oh bub, how much have you been through? “Do you agree with this Andy?” You asked him to keep yourself strong during this conversation for him, and you did.

“Of course, yeah. Maybe. But the thing is I think I haven’t accepted it honey.”

You took both of his hands and squeezed reassuringly, “I have no idea what you are going through bub but I’m glad you are talking to me about this. Take your time; its going to be hard, but I’m right here okay? Whatever you need, I’ll do within my best ability.”

He hummed, but still hesitant.

“Andy its okay, tell me. Talk to me bub.”

He squeezed your palms even more tightly, turning towards you completely. “C-can I ask you a favour? I mean you can say no, I will understand.”

I’m ready to give you all the happiness in the world to you bubba. “Anything for you Andy? Tell me now.”

He didn’t meet your gaze, but instead shifting his focus to trace your knuckles, “My therapist told me to visit Jacob’s grave whenever I was ready, to mourn him, to accept he is no longer with me and you know…talk to him I guess. To process my emotions. And um…Oh god I am a bubbling mess Y/N.”

“Hey its okay baby take your time. There is no pressure.”

“I can’t do this alone honey…I need you there with me. Can you come with me to the graveyard?”

How could you ever say no to this solemn situation?

“Of course, honey. Absolutely anything you need.”

And what seemed like after ages, Andy Barber enveloped you into his signature bear hug. Both of you left a huge sigh of breath, relief washing over that both of you were slowly getting back on track.

Until you heard a rugged whimpers from the little boy beside Andy.

You didn’t want to tell Andy about this, but Nikolai’s nightmares were back and the little boy was finding it difficult to sleep at night. The new nursery still did not work for him, so he ended up sleeping on top of your chest; your heartbeat probably soothing him to sleep.

But Andy the experienced father he was, quickly scooped him into his arms and started cradling him, rocking him side by side with his arms protecting him, humming a familiar soft tune that seemed to calm you in the process too. You saw how Niko’s head was cushioned between Andy’s pecs and muscles, slowly relaxing and nuzzling into his touch.

Niko’s scrunched up face was now back to a peaceful baby lost in slumber.

Andy met your gaze and blinked at you with a smile and it conveyed so much than you think.

We got this baby. We all gonna get through this.

–

The decision to take Nikolai along with you and Andy was refuted by the latter saying that a young boy like him shouldn’t be visiting such desolate place.

“Children are the embodiment of new birth, new life. And graveyards, quite opposite.”

But you knew secretly he also didn’t was your son to see him in such a vulnerable position. You were grateful for the fact that the rough patch between you and Andy was solved; for the little boy saw Andy as his new father figure with Chad gone away with a new girlfriend.

Talking about Chad, he did not make efforts to meet his son; and you didn’t bother contacting him. Better off without him you wondered.

The drive to Jacob’s grave was a couple of hours away and ride in itself was a quiet one. Andy and you were informally dressed in dull colours, hearts dull too. You knew it was a big step for Andy and you were going to support him till he thinks he is over it. Car windows were rolled down, the fresh air making efforts to refresh you both.

You could also see Andy’s urge to interlink his hands with you while your drove and you did; Gripping onto his palm or occasionally rubbing his shoulders or thighs throughout the ride would help him calm down and relax his creased forehead.

When you both got down from the car it was so hard to read Andy’s thoughts. He came over to you and interlinked your palms and made way to the place where his son was buried.

Jacob’s grave was flowerless when arrived. Andy soon fixed that after leaving a wreath of Jacob’s most favourite flowers, daisies.

A graveyard, a place of death, sprouting trees filled with life here and there. The irony of life.

You didn’t know the boy but the aura of the graveyard, the impersonal feeling towards the dead even though you have no idea who they were beneath the stones made you heart sink. It then came to your senses.

The boy was just fourteen.

Both of you sat down near his grave, not caring about the grass and mud staining your clothes. He finally took away his palms from yours.

Andy spoke some kind words, rekindling memories of his son’s favourite pastime, his favourite stories and one of his embarrassing yet kind-hearted moments. He sought an apology on behalf of his mother, trying to make Jacob understand that his mother loved him so much, that it unfortunately ended tragically.

Another thought popped into your head, how couples these days separate over trivial matters, over materialistic matters, and infidelity. But Andy? He separated because his wife- No no. You didn’t want to complete that thought.

But after a while passed and you decided give Andy some needed space. He was probably going to be anxious, but it was for the best.

“Andy, you feel a bit better?” you whispered.

“You can say probably.”

Here we go. “I’m going to leave you two alone okay?”

“What? Honey. If I can’t-”

“You can Andy. He is your son, remember that. So, don’t hold back. I know you wanted me to be here with you and I did and I’m so proud of you, bubba,” you stroked his hair. “But unintentionally you may be holding back on expressing because I’m here and that’s normal.”

Why are you so good to me?

“I’m just going to be near the parking lot okay? I’m not going anywhere,” you reassured him with a peck on his cheek and made your way back.

You shed your tears while you sat inside his car, thinking about the little boy. It was difficult thinking of losing a loved one that you gave birth to. He was too young. Too fucking young.

Oh, this cruel world, how you hated it so immensely right now.

Half hour passed by and you saw Andy making his way towards the car. It was so strange to think of this, but he didn’t look red eye rimmed like you; he looked the same with much more solemnity. He didn’t cry and that slightly bothered you. Maybe you had to accept the fact that different people process emotions differently.

He got into the car and took in your red eyes. He knew you had cried. Seeing you like that made his pull your lips onto his for just a chaste kiss, the first time you two felt each other’s lips after an eon. All he breathed into your lips was that we are going to be okay and drove back home with no word exchanged. For the upcoming hours, the fresh air offered you comfort, drying out those spilt tears along with the lingering touch of his palms; interlinked like their souls.

After coming back, you took advantage of Andy’s silence and maneuvered him to your home. He seated himself on the couch pulling out his phone and wallet from his pants and placed it on the coffee table.; trying to steal a quick nap while you picked up Nikolai from your neighbour Mr. Arthur.

Andy sleeping gave you an immense sense of peace, but for the little boy in your hands; not so much.

“WANDI!!!!”

He groggily woke up thanks to Nikolai running towards him, lying on his chest like he does with you. “Hey buddy.”

“You home yaay!” Probably meant that he was excited to see the man in house like the usual dinner nights. Nikolai calling him and telling he was home pricked him and at the same time felt so right. As cliché as it sounds, he always has heard this quote where Home is never a place with four walls to cover your head; home is where the heart is.

His heart was with you and Nikolai.

After eating Andy, and you began to do your dish washing routine, this time he washing the dishes. He was slow, but that was alright, you had all the time in the world.

Niko on the other hand was singing all the rhymes he learnt from daycare in different pitches, earning a chuckle from the both of you here and there. He was also carelessly playing with Andy’s phone and wallet, both of you seeing that the little boy had dropped all the contents of the wallet on to the floor. Once they were done Andy picked up the falling things patiently without chiding the little one like any other adult would.

He picked up his Dollar bills, receipts and then a forgotten thin strip of a photo roll.

It was him and Jacob.

The roll had four pictures of him and his son posing for the silliest pictures, the first three with their tongues sticking out in the goofiest angle possible. The last one however was so pure; Andy giving a forehead kiss to Jacob because he was so proud of his son, remembering he had bagged the highest grade in English that term in school.

Minutes pass and he didn’t notice his waterworks brimming. A blink and they would fall down.

And they did, when he heard Nikolai nudging him by the thigh. “Why you cwyin Wandi?”

That startled you enough to stop whatever it was you were doing and went to see what was happening.

Oh bubba.

You sat near Andy, touching his thigh for comfort while your son got closer to the photo that was in Andy’s slightly quaking hands.

“Who that Wandi?”

“Th-thats my son buddy. His name was Jacob.”

“Can he play with me Wandi?”

Everything just pricked. The boy’s innocent questions and Andy’s realisation of his emotions. This was too much to bear.

“No buddy he can’t-“

A hand around his shoulder, it was you. When he looked up his eyes were blurry from the tears that were falling. He was so upset he didn’t even realise you were next to him. It was you. Only you.

It was then you realised it finally that it hit Andrew that his son was dead.

“You don’t have to answer that Andy. He’s just a kid. It’s okay.”

The little one feeling that he had said something wrong hugged his arms with his little arms. “I’m sowwy Wandi. Don’t cwy.”

“I’m not buddy, I-I’m not.” He reassured the kid, and falsely assuring himself too.

“Wandi, I’m feelin sleepy…” “Yeah, let’s get you to bed buddy,” he cooed with his quivering voice.

“Andy I’ll take him-” But he refused to and took the child. You took a few minutes to pull yourself together after witnessing Andy so vulnerable. Even in these moments, he took care of your son. When you reached the nursery, Andy was whispering a lullaby to a dozed off Niko for a good ten minutes. He even spoke to the little boy, telling him that the measly Audi car painting he did in the room was going to protect him and his nightmares; and the boy believed because Andy said so.

Few minutes later and Andy didn’t refuse to hold back.

“I held Jacob like Nikolai, put him to sleep like Nikolai. My sweet precious baby, my innocent child Jacob. He didn’t do anything and he is away from me Y/N. Far far away-”

Andy let out a loud whimpering cry, the sound swallowed when he buried his head into your neck and your tears began streaming, him sobbing uncontrollably the next minute.

Andy and your tears began streaming; you pulled yourself together soon but Andy? He was weeping uncontrollably. You only could take him in your arms and offer him comfort. No words could heal his wounds instantly. He buried his face into your neck, his safe place, which made you remember the initial days with Andy when he lent a shoulder when you cried. Now it was your turn.

You whispered in ears how it was best not to do this near Niko and maneuvered Andy to your room. He held onto your arms as you took him to your room. You urged Andy to talk to you if the visit to the grave was still bothering him. He sought recluse in your safe place again, lying down on the bed, head tucked in your neck.

“Andy you can tell me anything. I promise it won’t affect whatever is between us.”

It was too twisted, he was distraught. He ranted about Laurie and how she unravelled into killing her own son. He slipped some details of how Laurie always kept bringing up past incidents of his son to prove that Jacob was the possible killer. He kept blaming himself that he was too weary with Laurie and that he should’ve seen her actions. Your whole body pricked; he was crying as he said all this.

You couldn’t imagine Nikolai and yourself in that situation. It brought tears to you eyes but wiped them off before he could see it. You let him talk as much as he wanted to, calming and soothing Andy in the process, running your fingers through his hair gently. You comforted him as much as you could and kept reminding yourself that this was the first time he came to his senses and realised he was crying out for his dead son; and so you were patient.

“My own wife murdered him Y/N. My Jacob. If I had been more attentive”

“Shhhhh Andy,” you cooed into his ear “Your circumstances were horrible. Don’t blame yourself bubba, none of this was your fault okay? Jacob’s death was out of your hands, it was an unfortunate accident Andy.“

Andy could stay all day in your embrace, his head on your gentle shoulders while your soft hair caresses made him doze off to sleep.

But his head felt like it was going to explode and he couldn’t let you see that.

“I’m going back home honey. I think I need to be alone tonight. I- I am not abandoning you okay, I promise, I’ll be okay tomorrow.”

“Andy are you sure? Stay with me, I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“I- I think I need to be alone for sometime you know? Please don’t be upset.”

“I’m never ever upset okay? As long as you are sure bubba; whatever you think is best for you okay? This house is always open to you.”

Kisses on the cheek were exchanged before he left your home. But you stayed awake, in the hopes he’ll be back because deep down you knew, he needed you.

You would give him space, and why not?

He was your home.

–

Andy soon realised he couldn’t. Staying alone was the worst decision he made.

Yes he did get the desired space he absolutely needed for like an hour and he did try to cease his crying, but his heart, oh his heart was pounding like nobody’s business. Anxious. Alone. Not cared for.

The walls of his room closed around him, his breathing becoming rugged, the laughter of his dead son echoing in his head. But he remembered he was cared for. By you. He had only you now.

He wanted, needed your soothing embraces, your kind words, your optimism, your affection. Everything.

He just wanted you now.

He had to forget. It was a bit past midnight, but it was you. His reliable rock; soon to become the love of his life. He had to forget what he was going though and in a moment of desperation, he texted you. His thought was confirmed, you would always be there for him.

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Last and Final Part 5 on its way :)

#Defending Jacob #Andy Barber #Andy Barber Imagine #Chris Evans Imagine #Chris Evans #Andy Barber x reader #Chris Evans x reader #Andy Barber Smut #Chris Evans Imagines

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btxtreads · 4 years ago

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💫 Shot in the Dark 💫

CHAPTER THIRTY: WORLDWIDE

↳ Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x Reader

↳ word count: 1.9k words

↳ rating: G

↳ genre: fluff

When Beomgyu pushed the door open, he was met with the strong aroma of coffee bean and the cold chill of the aircondition. His eyes danced around the room as his son tugged on his hand, whining about iced chocolate and a donut.

“Minjun,” Beomgyu shushed, eyes still searching for a familiar face when a small girl ran from the counter.

“Sprinkle, sprinkle!”

Immediately, the girl leaped onto a chair by nearby table with a giggle.

The chair was occupied by a woman, who leaned forward with napkins in her hands to dry the little girls’ wet hands.

Approaching the table was a tall man, ruffling his jet-black hair. His kind eyes and bunny-like features contorted into a not-so-intimidating glare directed the young girl sitting innocently on the table.

“Daeun,” the man clicked his tongue with a sigh as he smoothed the young girl’s hair back, straightening the collar of her ladybug-patterned dress. “Ladybug doesn’t misbehave,”

“But, Ladybug swings yoyos and jumps!” The girl laughed, throwing her arms up.

“Yeah? Well, if Ladybug behaves for a little while, she can get a whole ton of candy!” The man laughs, booping the girl’s nose.

“If Ladybug is good, she will get a lot candies and toys later.” The woman suddenly speaks, the voice entering Beomgyu’s ears. An air of familiarity washes over him, just like hearing your favorite song for the first time in years.

Immediately, the child mellows down and clambers off of her chair to leap onto the tall man.

“Papa!” The kid giggles, making the man laugh.

“Daeun, I love you but why do you never do this unless you’re promised something?”

“Shut up, Soobin. She’s just like you.” The woman answers with mirth as she turns around and locks gazes with Beomgyu. “Oh.”

Soobin blinks in his spot, looking towards the door to see Beomgyu.

“Oh, Beomgyu. How long have you been there?”

“I... I just got here, Y/N.” he answers simply, still surprised as he looks over at the little girl—now hiding behind Soobin’s leg. “Hi.”

“Daeun, say hi.” Y/N urged the little girl, who stepped away from Soobin to clutch Y/N’s dress.

“Hi,” The girl murmured, turning red as she pressed further into the girl’s side. “Mama, are they your friend?”

Soobin cleared his throat, taking a seat next to Y/N.

“Come here, Ladybug. You should sit too, Beomgyu.”

Beomgyu watched as the girl released Y/N’s dress to pad over to Soobin and settle on his lap. Y/N smiled, running a hand through the little girl’s hair. A ring with diamonds glinted on her finger as she did so.

Beomgyu didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t really know what he expected, really. He didn’t know what to think as he silently took a seat on the chair across Y/N—his son silent as he followed his father.

“Hi, you must be Minjun!” Y/N greeted the boy kindly, turning back to her daughter. “Introduce yourself, Daeunie.”

The girl, clutching her father’s shirt tightly, burned red as she mumbled.

“Hi, I’m Choi Daeun.”

“I’m Minjun!” The boy greeted back with a giant smile. “Hey, we have the same surname!”

“We do.” The young girl nodded shyly.

Y/N smiled as she noticed the young boy possessing a charm similar to his father’s. Her eyes flickered onto Beomgyu, who looked conflicted as he rubbed Minjun’s hand—which was enclosed in his—for comfort.

“Is that him?”

“Hm? Oh.” Beomgyu snapped back into alert as he turned over to Minjun, who was quietly humming to himself as the adults talked. “Yeah.”

“That’s good, I’m glad you’re happy.” Y/N smiled gently.

Beomgyu hesitated as Y/N turned to Soobin, who locked gazes with her as if sending a silent message. It was the little things like that with her, he thought. It was the little things that he missed. Sitting next to her, holding her hand, understanding what she meant with a simple quirk of an eyebrow—she was the most ethereal when she was being herself.

Soobin lowered his head with a roll of his eyes and a pout, making Beomgyu clear his throat.

“So, uh, you and Soobin-hyung?” Beomgyu asked, making Soobin wince and curl in on himself with his grip tightening on his daughter.

“Papa, you’re suffocating me,” the girl whined, to which the man only shushed.

Y/N shot Soobin a small smile before nodding over to Beomgyu.

“Yeah, we’ve been married for three years.” Y/N replied, showing Beomgyu a brief flash of her wedding ring.

There was a moment of silence before Soobin cleared his throat, hand covering Y/N’s on the table as he stood up.

“I’ll get us some food. Daeun, you want to come with?”

“Yes!”

With a slight hesitation, he turned to Beomgyu with a smile.

“Would you like me to take Minjun with me so you can talk for a while?” Soobin asked gently, showing Beomgyu the kind smile that he always remembered.

“That would be great.” Beomgyu replied as Minjun pushed himself off of the chair, following Daeun and Soobin with a small giggle as the young girl started to chatter.

The pair on the table watched as Soobin leaned down next to the counter, gently talking to the children with a menu in his hand. The man scrunched his nose, making both children giggle loudly. Y/N smiled adoringly, making Beomgyu clear his throat.

“So, Soobin-hyung?” Beomgyu asked. “Was it always him?”

“Hm?” Y/N asked, turning over to him. “Of course not. He and I—just happened.”

Beomgyu didn’t reply, eyes scanning her figure. She looked healthy. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and her lips were quirked into a small smile. She looked well rested and her eyes were sparkling with joy.

“Beomgyu?”

The man only smiled back, making the woman explain with her eyes trained on her husband and the two children.

“It was never him, actually. During that time, I don’t think he liked me, either.” Y/N explained. “It didn’t happen until I finally allowed myself to let you go.”

“You said we can’t have a future,” Beomgyu said slowly, looking over at the woman.

“That’s because we didn’t. I was dying, Beomgyu.” Y/N smiled gently with a shrug. “I kept collapsing. I was born with a weak heart—hypertrophic cardiomyopathy was what they called it. I could’t feel too much—too strong and I can’t breathe, I can’t think.”

“You never told me.”

“I didn’t want to bother you.” Y/N chuckled softly. “Besides, I never got the chance to. We broke up before I could—then, you know everything that happened next. That day I let you go, I reigned it in until I burst a week later—I was in a coma.”

Beomgyu didn’t speak, a million thoughts racing in his mind as he reached forward to intertwine their hands.

“I’m sorry.” was all he could say.

He felt like he didn’t deserve her, or the smile she sent his way as she squeezed his hand.

“The journey was worth it—you were worth it.” Y/N smiled as she leaned her head on free palm. “A few months after I woke up, I had a transplant—finally—and it was just… All I could see, all I could feel and think about was Soobin.”

Beomgyu smiled—the old Y/N resurfacing as the girl continued to ramble.

“I woke up and he was just there—he was there all the time. Sometimes, he was overbearing, really. Yeonjun was there, too, of course. So was Tae and Kai, but you know. Soobin was there from the very beginning,” Y/N shrugged. “It wasn’t hard to fall in love with him.”

Beomgyu shook his head with a smile, releasing her hand from his grip as he straightened up.

“I see.”

Y/N grinned and tilted her head.

“How’s the wife, then?”

“Ah,” Beomgyu winced. “Divorced—she announced that Minjun wasn’t my son then just dipped with some guy I caught her sleeping with.”

“Oh,” Y/N winced. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t really care, never did.” Beomgyu chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “All that matters is that I have Minjun.”

Y/N’s eyes softened as Soobin approached them with a small smile and two satisfied children following behind him with iced chocolates in their hands.

“You have one well-behaved kid, Gyu.” Soobin quipped making Beomgyu gasp.

“Hey, you’re never well-behaved with me!” Beomgyu whined over to the small boy, who only stuck his tongue out at his father.

“I knew you’d be a great dad.” Y/N laughed, making Beomgyu look up at her.

Soobin smiled before laying his hands on both Y/N and Beomgyu’s shoulders.

“Hey, uncle Junie is out there.” Soobin started, making the small girl bounce of her tiptoes as she peered out the window.

“Yeonjun-hyung?” Beomgyu asked in surprise as the tall blue-haired man jumped out of a still-parking car.

“That’s Choi Yeonjun from TV, dad!” Minjun gasped.

Before any of them could do anything, Yeonjun slammed his hand on the glass and pressed himself onto the windows—making weird faces as Daeun and Minjun skipped over with a giggle.

“He’s a celebrity. What the hell is he doing?” Soobin groaned.

“Maybe get him before the paparazzi catches him being weird?” Y/N laughed as Soobin stood up to collect the children and his adult best friend.

From the now-parked car exited Taehyun and Hueningkai, the latter talking and angrily pointing at Yeonjun.

“Some things never change, huh?” Beomgyu smiled.

“He gets weirder and weirded every year,” Y/N laughed as Soobin marched outside the store—making his way over to Yeonjun and grabbing his ear.

“This is stupid, I know,” Beomgyu started as they watched the scene outside. “but there’s no chance for us ever again, is there?”

Y/N only smiled, shrugging.

“I love my life, Gyu.”

Beomgyu turned to the girl, his eyes dancing on her features. He watched as the sunlight hits her just right, bringing out golden specks in her eyes. He watched how her upturned lips quirked as Soobin and Taehyun took turns scolding Yeonjun outside while the two children behind them watched. He watched how her fingers tapped impatiently on the table—waiting for her husband to finally reign all their friends in enough to gather them into the cafe.

“Do you still love me?” Beomgyu finally asked.

Y/N turned to him, silent as she pondered.

“Well,” she started with a soft hum. “Those years, every heartbreak I spent over you—I wont change it for the world. You’re a part of me I will never ever erase.”

Beomgyu smiled, leaning back on his chair as he closed his eyes in satisfaction. Y/N smiled as she looked back out to see Soobin lift Daeun up in his arms with a small pout on his lips—kissed away happily by the small girl in his arms. Y/N sighed softly.

“That’s my husband and that’s my daughter—I won’t replace them for anything.” Y/N finally said.

“Maybe in another world.” Beomgyu hummed.

Y/N looked over at him with a grin.

“You’re my soulmate. I’ll always love you.” The girl laughed before standing up and offering her hand. “Now, come on. They’re taking too long. Don’t you want to say hi?”

Beomgyu smiled, eyes sparkling as he took her hand—just like he did that day they met.

In his eyes, she’ll always be that first year girl he bumped into that one bright, sunny day in his college campus.

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kieranfm · 3 years ago

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𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐄 ; 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 ›› 𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍 + 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 .

it had been booked on a whim , when sense had been blurred by an impending goodbye & his heart had taken over ; a plane ticket . . . two plane tickets to GREECE . no other plans — none that would come until he’d made it back to manchester a month & a half later , a few days out from their departure dates — at least , just that . it had NEVER been something he’d done before , never something he’d been ABLE to do before . holidays away — hell , holidays as a whole — had NEVER been something kieran had had growing up . & for the first 20 years of his life , he’d NEVER thought it was possible there’d even be a chance he’d be able to step foot on a plane . how would he when the only money he’d had to his name had been taken from what was left over from gigs they’d managed to get & the music lessons he’d managed to convince people to let him take after helping to just cover the bills ? it would have been impossible . but SOMEHOW in three years his life had become the impossible . & as he’d awoken the next morning to find the confirmation email within his inbox NOTHING had changed . there had been no guilt , no regrets , no second-guessing , no nothing . once tour was over , he & evan were going to GREECE . 20 year old , let alone 18 year old , kieran walsh would never have believed it . & not JUST because of the amount that was detailed at the bottom of the invoice would have once meant years of saving . but because he was going with evan — BECAUSE of evan .

there , after all , was no way he would have EVER done something as incautiously extravagant if it had been JUST for him . he still had a hard enough time justifying buying new equipment for his home studio , things he needed for his job , simply because what he already had worked well enough . but when it came to HER . . . spending thousands was as easy as a simple click . because she never would have expected it . because he knew she would have been just as happy sitting on lorcain beach with him as she would be sitting on a beach in greece . because without her NONE of this would have been possible . because he loved her . because he’d wanted to . because he’d MISSED her . & because , even though he hadn’t known it when he’d booked their tickets , after the last month & a half they’d had . . . they both DESERVED a break . just the two of them . without ANY danger of being interrupted or recognised . & really , what was the point of having money if you didn’t spoil the ones you loved every now & again ? two weeks in greece with evan was worth every cent . because from the moment luggage had been abandoned in the entrance of a private villa for a balcony that beheld an ocean blue he’d only ever seen in her eyes , it was as if the last month & a half had NEVER happened .

the first few days had been spent EXACTLY how they’d promised ; in bed . easing out the remnants left behind by a whirlwind tour & watching boats as small as toys glide across the water , just as smoothly as fingertips did over skin as they forgot about the dream that stretched for miles beyond a windowpane & got lost in one of their own . only surfacing for a brief moment if they felt like it to venture out onto to pool that brought the ocean below right to them without having to even leave their balcony . it was EVERYTHING & more than he had ever thought a holiday would be . & kieran could have spent the whole two weeks with her tucked away in their private villa . he had EVERYTHING he needed right there . but eventually , as the sun crept up & over the island they saw every morning from their bed on the fourth day , the picturesque island & sparkling crystal clear water finally drew them out of their small sun drenched hideaway . even if it meant them simply trading one secluded spot for another . it was a stroke of luck really , finding a stretch of beach that was near completely empty . but they hadn’t wasted a minute before claiming a spot , tucked away in a small alcove just around the corner of the main stretch , for themselves . a blanket swiped from the cupboard back in their villa had been laid out upon the sand & a basket full of everything they’d need to spend the WHOLE day there had been slowly but surely emptied out around them as the sun reached its peak & slowly began its descent . the only thing they'd had to worry about ALL DAY was just when sun kissed skin called for the relief of the water that lapped at the shoreline on a few metres from the edge of their blanket . & after the past month & a half having felt like every part of their life had been set to an exact schedule . . . that decision had felt like the easiest thing in the world . especially when that decision had meant hearing evan’s laughed protests fill the air around him as he’d scoped her up from the her spot upon the blanket & tossed her over his shoulder before wadding into the water . he’d thought he'd known happiness before . but there on the beach — the remnants of salt water still clinging to curls & a constellation of freckles only summer saw glowing upon his skin — as he’d dragged himself up from the water & collapsed back onto the blanket after yet another round of evan attempting to drown him , kieran had NEVER felt happier . his eyes had fluttered closed against the setting sun as his breath beneath a hand rested upon his torso had evened out . but still he felt her drawing closer to the blanket with every breath & without even opening an eye or shifting a single inch , he spoke , “ drowning me not working out t’e way you t’ought it would , huh ? ” content lips broke into a smile as his brows rose . eyes still remaining calmly closed . “ so you t’ought you’d change tact & go wit’ a sneak attack & crush me instead ? ” his hand slipped from his torso to lay out stretch across the blanket , “ it's too bad we're linked up ot’erwise you would 'ave gotten away wit' it . ” there was a small pause as he took in a breath . exhaling it slowly as fingers lifted in a half-hearted wriggle in a small beckon . “ but don't let t'at stop you , go ahead — i’ll do my best t’ act surprised . ”

#𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 / kieran + evan .#there are no gifs that exist where his eyes are closed #so use your imagination

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onechicago-upsteadrhekker · 4 years ago

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Hi friends!!

I wrote a thing. Forewarning, it is a very angsty Christmas themed fic. Like very angsty, so just be prepared.

Loosely inspired by ‘The Sweetest Gift’, The Piano Guys version; Title taken from the same.

Here’s the sequel no one asked for.

sometimes i still breakdown

The house still felt empty; especially during the early mornings when she woke up cold and alone but she was slowly learning to be happy again.

Or at least she was learning to look like she was happy again even if she didn’t feel it.

But today was Christmas and instead of feeling love and warmth and happiness she felt cold and empty and pain.

Because there was no laughter.

There were no sparkling eyes.

There were no whispers of ‘Merry Christmas’ against her lips. And god, did it hurt.

A physical ache in her chest that would come and go in varying degrees depending on the day and today, that ache hurt. It hurt so much so that she didn’t want to get up.

She couldn’t bare the thought of moving through the decorated house that should look cheery with the tree and the lights that her friends helped her put up but to her, it wasn’t cheery at all. It was dull and despondent and all it did was remind her of what was missing.

But then a small cry came and another and she knew she couldn’t do that no matter how much she wished she could so she pushed herself up from the cold mattress, ignoring the empty space beside her and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

Rubbing her face with a weary hand, she crept over to the bassinet that sat a few feet away and looked down at the wailing infant. Reaching down, she scooped the child up and placed her on her shoulder, patting the baby’s back lightly, “Shh, Hazyl. Momma’s got you.”

Hailey padded the few short steps back to her own bed to sit down, bringing the baby to rest on her lap so she could look into the little girl’s face. Wiping the fat tears from Hazyl’s cheeks, the baby quieted down into soft whimpers as she mirrored her mother’s sad eyes.

“You missin’ your daddy?” Hailey hummed to her daughter as she gently swayed her closed knees. She gently picked up one of Hazyl’s tiny feet to place a kiss on the bottom, “Did you know that it’s Christmas?” She continued to talk softly to the little girl who was now watching her mother with enraptured eyes, no trace of tears.

Hailey sniffed, smiling down at Hazyl as valiantly as she could, drinking in those beautiful green eyes.

Jay’s eyes.

“Christmas was your daddy’s favorite time of year, you know,” She whispered, leaning down to pepper kisses on the little girl’s cheek, “If he were here right now, he’d probably be bouncing off the walls in excitement for your first Christmas,” A wet chuckle escaped her lips, “And the presents of course.”

Hailey paused, barely suppressing a sob, “But he’s not so we’re just going to have to be excited for him, aren’t we?” She softly stroked Hazyl’s forehead, “There’s gonna be a lot of events like this where we’re just going to have to learn how to do it by ourselves. Just us girls.”

There was a creak of a door from down the hallway followed by the sound of little feet running and Hailey gave the yawning baby in her lap a knowing look, whispering conspiratorially, “Speaking of just us girls. I think your sister’s up.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before Ellie busted through the bedroom door, her favorite stuffed animal and blanket clutched in her hand.

This was a new routine of theirs since Jay died.

Almost every morning, she was joined in the bed by her two girls to be snuggled and loved. It was their time to silently miss a husband and father in the way only they could understand without the pitying looks or words of sympathy.

It was a reinvention of an old routine, really.

Since Jay had always been an early riser, he would sometimes go snuggle with Ellie in her bed before they went to work. But he couldn’t cuddle with Ellie anymore and he had never had the opportunity to cuddle with Hazyl so it was up to Hailey to make new, special routines just for them.

They had been reinventing a lot of routines and they hit harder on days like today.

Ellie ran over to the side of the bed, clambering up onto the mattress with a little boost from Hailey before she snuggled tightly into her mother’s side all without saying a word.

That was another new thing.

Gone was the chattering, animated little girl of only a few months ago. Ellie had become a shell of herself, a lot like her mother had but no matter how much Hailey tried to hide her suffering to put on a smile for her, Ellie’s behavior had little change.

She was despondent now with little excitement for anything. Only giving small smiles when Will came over every Tuesday to spend the afternoon with them and when Adam, Kim and Kevin took her out to dinner and a movie every other weekend.

When Hailey attempted to keep to their normal activities, Ellie would look up at her with sad eyes and tell her it wasn’t the same without daddy.

They both ended up crying most days, Hailey clutching onto Ellie like her life depended on it and it honestly probably did. And when Hazyl was born she joined them, grieving for a father she would never know.

Ellie hardly laughed anymore and her eyes had lost their bright, innocent sparkle.

And that hurt almost more than anything.

She was still grieving, Will had said and Hailey wondered if they would always be grieving.

Hailey thought the answer would probably be yes.

Ellie’s whole world had been snatched away so suddenly in a way that her young mind hadn’t understood but as Hailey looked into those blue eyes that were so like her own with each day that passed, she knew Ellie was beginning to understand what death was.

Death was waking up everyday, expecting cuddles from her daddy only to find that he wasn’t there to give any.

Death was starting to learn that no matter how hard she wished, her daddy wasn’t coming home.

Death was seeing her mommy cry and death meant being hugged a little tighter.

Death meant everything changed and Ellie didn’t like this change where her mother whispered to baby Hazyl about how wonderful daddy was and told them both how much he loved them.

Ellie wanted to hear it from daddy himself. He was supposed to be here to hum the baby to sleep and tuck her in after he read her her favorite story.

They were supposed to show baby Hazyl how to play cops and bad guys, how to build a pillow fort and how sneak attack Uncle Will, Uncle Adam and Uncle Kevin.

And he was specially supposed to be there today. Because it was Christmas and who was going to help her teach baby Hazyl to lick the bowl of their special Christmas cookies when mommy wasn’t looking? Or help her put together her toys? Or to hold her when she was sleepy after the big, fancy dinner?

But he wasn’t there and Ellie was starting to know better than to hope her daddy had magically come back and was in bed next to mommy.

She felt her mommy’s arm tighten around her, pulling her closer into her warm side. The lips she felt on the top of her head she was learning to savor because when her daddy kissed her six months ago, she hadn’t known it would be the last time he kissed her.

And that made her want to cry.

“It’s Hazyl’s first Christmas,” Ellie heard her mother murmur in a tone that she knew was supposed to sound happy, “Are you going to help her open up her presents?”

She wanted to tell mommy that no, she didn’t because daddy was supposed to help her but decided not to because every time she mentioned daddy’s name, mommy looked like her heart was breaking all over again. Instead, Ellie nodded and tried not to think about how sad the day was going to be without daddy there.

“Let’s go see what’s under the tree, huh baby?” Mommy stood up, cradling her little sister to her chest and holding out her free hand for Ellie to take, “And then we can make our special Christmas cookies.”

Ellie wasn’t sure if she wanted to do any of that without daddy and she didn’t think her mommy wanted to either but Ellie knew that they had to so baby Hazyl had a good Christmas even if daddy wasn’t there to make it perfect.

Hailey watched Ellie as they entered the living room, the presents that she had put under the tree last night piled up waiting to be opened.

She watched as the little girl cast forlorn eyes over the presents, not approaching them but staying right by her side, so different from last year.

Last year she and Jay had been awoken at five in the morning by a bouncing toddler.

Last year she and Jay had been practically dragged to the living room so they could see what was under the tree.

Last year there was laughter and happy squeals and sparkling eyes.

Last year they had Jay.

Now they didn’t and time marched on as if Hailey hadn’t lost the person that was more herself than she was.

She wanted to scream and curse and ask why had the universe taken away the best husband and father anyone could ask for who loved them unconditionally.

There was knock on the door and Ellie looked up at her with questioning eyes as Hazyl babbled in her arms blissfully unaware of the grief that shrouded the room.

Hailey frowned, not expecting anyone this early in the morning on Christmas but went to the door anyway, Ellie staying right behind her, a little fist holding onto the extra fabric of her flowy pajama pants.

Looking through the peephole caused tears to immediately prick her eyes as she opened the door to find Adam, Kevin, Kim, Will and Voight standing on her front porch laden with gifts and food.

Adam was even dressed up as Santa, a white beard attached to his face and a big, red sack thrown over his shoulder.

He let out a jolly “Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas,” to which Hazyl giggled and even made Ellie smile the biggest smile Hailey had seen from her since Jay died.

Hailey should have known that they wouldn’t let her spend the day alone but it still took her by surprise at how much they cared. Trying valiantly not to cry, she stood back and opened the door further to let the group in.

Adam swooped Ellie up in his arms, tickling her with another big ‘Ho, ho, ho,’ before passing her down the line to get hugs from everyone as they filed through the door, heading to the kitchen to set down food and presents.

Will was last through the door, giving Ellie a massive hug before setting her down so she could run around to see what everyone else was doing. His eyes met Hailey’s, a look of profound grief and understanding passed between them for several long seconds.

A tiny sob escaped her as Will gathered her into his arms, giving her a firm hug; Hazyl squished protectively into Hailey’s chest.

No words were needed. He knew what she was going through. He had lost a brother and she had lost a husband; Ellie and Hazyl had lost a father and they were all learning how to deal with grief in a way they never thought they would have to experience.

Hailey had heard it all from well-meaning acquaintances and cops she interacted with on crime scenes. They told her how sorry they were, how strong she was, how it will be easier to move on with time.

But Hailey knew ‘sorry’ would never replace the loss she was dealt; not even close. She knew wasn’t strong; she was barely holding it together. And moving on with time? That was a big, fat lie.

She was starting to understand that you never moved on. Not from something like this. You hold that place in your heart, close it off, try to lock the door, visit from time to time but you don’t move on. You never move on.

And Will knew that. He understood, even if his loss wasn’t as profound as hers, he still lost a part of himself he would never be getting back.

A friend. A brother.

He didn’t give her half-assed platitudes because he knew that all they ever did was remind her of what she’d lost. That words would never be enough unless it would bring Jay back and they both knew that wasn’t possible.

So she was grateful for her brother-in-law. Especially on days like Christmas when Jay’s absence was so sorely felt.

Thankful that he was willing to take over being the strong one even if it was only for a few hours without having to be asked.

Hailey knew that she could have this day to grieve, to reminisce quietly, to escape in a corner to cry silently and the kids would be adequately distracted by the people who she loved most.

They were giving this to her and she was going to take it. She was tired of being strong and she honestly didn’t care if that made her look weak.

Today she was going to say goodbye to Christmases with Jay. She was going to pull out every Christmas memory she had with him, savor it and then pack it away until next year, hoping it wouldn’t hurt as bad.

So, that’s what she did. Ellie and Hazyl opened presents while Hailey watched, mourning the fact that she’d had to pick out the presents by herself. Mourning the fact that she didn’t have any presents but not because she wanted anything.

It was because the person who typically got her sentimental things like jewelry with Ellie’s birthstone or practical gifts like an expresso machine wasn’t there to give them.

It was ironic really because all Hailey wanted this Christmas was Jay.

She blinked back tears as Jay’s stocking went untouched and tried to laugh when Adam, Kevin and Will tried to steal the cookie dough of the special Christmas cookies she and Kim were baking.

But all she could think about was how it wasn’t the same without Jay.

It should be Jay coming in to disrupt her kitchen. It should be Jay carrying Ellie over a shoulder and a strong arm wrapped around Hazyl. It should be Jay right in the middle of whatever shenanigans Will, Adam and Kevin were getting into as Voight rolled his eyes at the male members of his unit.

What was even more heartbreaking was that she could tell Ellie was thinking the same thing in the way her smile was a little dimmer and the way she was reluctant to swipe a bite of dough despite the encouragement of her uncles.

This was a tradition that she’d shared with her father and she wasn’t used to the idea of it changing. Didn’t want to get used to it.

This made Hailey furious at the world and unbelievably sad for Ellie and Hazyl’s future without their dad.

Hailey’s father was less than perfect. Less than a man.

But Hailey’s children had a father who would move heaven and earth for them. A father who was perfect in their eyes and the bravest man they knew.

Now, Hailey still had a less than perfect father but Ellie and Hazyl lost their father who was more than perfect.

It wasn’t fair and it didn’t make sense just like their Christmas hadn’t made sense.

Instead of the happy, joyful day it should have been it was really only a husk of that. There were a few hearty laughs, a few beaming smiles and there was a genuine effort to try to have a fun Christmas but none of their hearts were really in it, each thinking of the brother, friend, father, son and husband they had lost.

The house was dark now, the only lights coming from the Christmas tree she was sitting beside. Will and the team had left a few hours ago after putting Ellie and Hazyl to bed for her. She had thanked them and assured them that she would be alright by herself--she would have to be alright by herself.

Now, hours later sitting on the cold floor in the dark, empty house beside a Christmas tree that almost seemed as lonely as she now that Christmas was almost over, Hailey let herself cry.

She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes as she let out gut-wrenching sobs, her heart aching with want.

What she wouldn’t give to have Jay wrap his arms around her.

Crying even harder, she thought of his smile and rare belly laughs. She thought of the way his eyes sparkled when Ellie threw her arms around him exuberantly.

She thought of his kind hands and generous heart. His determination to put away evil and protect his unit--his family.

She thought of the way he shielded her from danger, the way he’d held her, the way he loved her.

She thought about past Christmases. His strong hands carrying in their tree year after year. The way he always let her move around the ornaments he’d hung if she didn’t like where he’d put them.

His tall frame placing the star on the tree and then helping Ellie do the honors once she came along.

And then she remembered the Christmas five years ago that she’d told Jay they were pregnant with Ellie. The joy on his face as he unwrapped a positive pregnancy test, little booties and a onesie.

The way he had kissed her and told her all of the plans he had for their family; talk of babies and a house filled with love, growing old with each other. How he would always protect her, be there for her and their children.

But he had lied and today someone had celebrated Christmas with their alive little girl while she spent Christmas with a dead husband and her little girls’ dead father.*

She’d done a lot of that this year but the hardest parts were the parts when he wasn’t there.

He had died, leaving her with toddler and pregnant with their second baby. She’d had to protect them all by herself. She’d had to be there for them even as she was falling apart.

She’d had to pick out another girl name and she’d had to put the nursery together herself.

But one of the hardest things she’d had to do was give birth without him by her side. Cradling a newborn Hazyl, crying in her hospital bed knowing Jay would never know this little girl that looked so much like him.

Introducing her to Ellie, wishing Jay was there to see how enraptured his Ellie-bug was with her new little sister. Bringing her home alone, needing Will to carry Hazyl’s car seat because Jay wasn’t there to do it for her while she recovered from childbirth.

She thought being a pregnant widow with a toddler was hard.

Healing from birth, breastfeeding a newborn, chasing a toddler all while still being a grieving widow was harder.

Having Hazyl this year was the best gift she’d received but it was the hardest thing she’d ever done. It was difficult to bring a new life into the world when the mother had just lost her whole world.

Loving her children without constantly grieving over what they’d lost was nearly impossible.

They should be celebrating this year. Celebrating the two little girls they had made through their love. Celebrating the life they had made together but instead, Hailey was left to pick up the pieces of a life that was so different from last year all by herself.

Taking a trembling breath, Hailey picked up the picture frame that was sitting beside her. Fresh tears filled her eyes as she looked at Jay’s handsome face, running shaky fingertips over his stubbled jaw as if he was really here with her.

“I miss you, Jay. So much,” She whispered out brokenly as she clutched the frame to her chest.

God, did she miss him.

Clinching her eyes shut, a few tears escaped as she rested her head against the wall. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there like that, hugging Jay’s photo to her full breasts but a small cry pulled her out of the grief-filled stupor she’d been sitting in.

It was coming from Hazyl’s baby monitor and the tightness of her chest told her it was probably close to midnight, time for Hazyl’s feeding.

So, it was time to be strong again. Christmas was over and her heart was still shattered but she had two little girls relying on her to get them through this.

To keep Jay’s memory alive even if it tore her apart inside to remember what never would be.

Another cry came from the monitor.

Hailey kissed the cool glass over Jay’s picture reverently before putting it back under the tree and pushing herself up off the floor.

Her eyes caught Jay’s empty stocking hanging over the fireplace and she swallowed hard, pressing a hand tightly to her stomach.

Hailey took a breath, her eyes glassy with tears as she squared her shoulders and forced herself to get it together as she walked towards the stairs, towards her daughter’s cries.

With one last glance, she saw Christmases with Jay flash before her eyes. The laugher, the presents, the color, everything as they added more and more life to the house they’d bought for their future.

It had been too short but they’d had a partnership, a love that could cross time and space and in her heart, even though Jay wasn’t physically there with them any more, Hailey knew he was still there with her.

He was there in her heart, in the memories she saw all around the house, in the two babies they’d been blessed with before he’d been forced to leave her.

He was her great love story and her heart still belonged to him no matter how many Christmases passed.

She whispered into the cold, empty living room, “I love you, Jay and I always will. Merry Christmas, my darling husband.”

I hope you enjoyed and please don’t kill me?

I didn’t think I would write anything sadder than the prequel I wrote to this but I don’t know, I think this one just might have it beat. Tell me what you guys think! I’m not really sure why exactly I felt compelled to write this terribly sad one-shot during what’s supposed to be the happiest time of the year but I did and I blame The Piano Guys.

I thought about publishing on Christmas but thought it was too sad to do that so New Year’s Day it is! Not sure if that’s any better but I do hope you enjoyed it in some form or fashion even if it’s not the happy upstead Christmas you guys probably wanted.

* was a reference to Jay’s cause of death mentioned in the prequel one-shot entitled ‘we’ll never be able to treasure life enough’.

Let me know what you guys thought! Love you all and I hope to have some new stories coming your way soon!

Happy New Year!!

#upstead #hailey upton #jay halstead #ellie halstead #hazyl halstead #family #angst #christmas fic

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haikyu-hoe · 4 years ago

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Group Project

Oikawa Tooru x reader

one shot, fluff

Hope you guys enjoy this, I appreciate any feedback!! Dm for requests xx

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You part ways with your friends in the corridor, since you have Social studies and they have History first. So unlucky that you got separated! Especially for a class where there’s always group projects. You miss working with your best friend Amy so much! You guys always had so much fun and got good grades.

You sit down at the back of the class, so you can look out the window if it gets too boring. Just as you were thinking about how it’s unfair that all your friends are together for your last year except you, the teacher announces a group project... with imposed teammates.

You wait for her to name you and reveal your partner, hoping it’s not that dumb boy Yuki or Mina, that girl is so mean!

“Y/k and Oikawa Tooru, Sakura and...”, says the teacher. You turn your head to see Oikawa smirking at you. This is definitely worse than Yuki or Mina.

Oikawa is mostly known for being an amazing volleyball player (he’s not the captain for nothing), and apparently does amazing services. But he also has a ton of fangirls because of his good looks, making him the biggest fuckboy in the whole school, maybe even the whole prefecture.

He’s definitely not going to work on this project, busy flirting and hooking up with a different shallow girl each night. Guess you’ll have to do it alone. You just hope he won’t bother you too much...

Once the teacher is done calling the teams, everyone sits down besides their partner.

“Oi, y/k!!!”, says an overly excited voice beside you. Oikawa is smiling at you at the desk on your right, even waving.

“hey, Oikawa. Let’s start the project, yeah?”, you reply, unenthusiastic. You’re not about to become one of his fans or anything. How is that guy always so enthusiastic anyways?

To your surprise, he’s actually quite smart and works pretty well throughout the whole period.

“How about we go to my place after school to continue?”, asks Oikawa. This sounds like a bad idea, but refusing you have no excuse to refuse.

“Sure”, you reply, uncertain. Let’s hope you won’t regret this.

He gets out of the classroom, waving frantically and winking at you. Weird guy. You understand why he’s popular though. Hot, smart, talented, extroverted, surprisingly nice. But fangirls? That’s a bit overboard, right?

At lunch, you tell your friends about this weird encounter. They of course get soooo excited, since they think Oikawa is attractive, like most girls at school. If you’re being completely honest, you found him attractive too. But you wouldn’t admit it for a 1000$.

That afternoon, you wait anxiously for the bell to ring, staring at Oikawa across the class. “Dear God, i’m i turning into one of those boot-licking fangirls?”, you think. You sigh and look away. You need to focus on this.

When the bell finally rings, you go to your locker and go wait at the school’s gate. A few minutes you hear “y/k-chann~! you waited! sorry i took so long”, says Oikawa, running up to you. He looks so adorable when he does that closed eyes smile and scratches his neck...

You snap back to reality, since this is stupid anyways. Oikawa is a fuck boy. A serious relationship with him would be impossible, with all those fangirls. Not that you’d be interested.

“it’s fine. But hurry up next time.”, you say, trying to stay annoyed.

“What, you plan on waiting for me often, y/k?”, he says with a smirk. “I wouldnt mind that”, he adds in a flirty tone, leaning close to you.

You blush a bit, but Oikawa doesn’t notice. You just sigh and roll your eyes whispering “idiot”.

Oikawa is quite chatty and keeps the conversation alive for the whole time you’re walking. It’s strangely not so annoying. You normally can’t stand too bubbly people but it’s not the same with him. Realizing what you’re thinking, you shake your head.

Oikawa notices and stops talking, looking at you with concern.

“Everything okay?”, he asks.

“myeah! it’s nothing”, you say with an embarrassed smile.

It’s not like you could’ve told him “I think i’m falling in love with you, but i know you’re just a fuck boy so i’m disappointed with myself”, right?

You arrive a few minutes later, and you sit down on the living room couch besides him but on opposite ends.

“Hey y/k i won’t bite you, you know that?”, he says, brows furrowed. “unless you want me to...”, he adds seductively, raising an eyebrow.

“You really are an idiot”, you say.

You then both worked pretty hard on the project. After two hours, Oikawa brought some snacks and you took a break. You started chitchatting casually.

“You know, you’re smarter than I thought. Here I was thinking that you were one of those boys who’s only strong point is their looks”, you say. You were surprised that Oikawa worked so hard on the project, but for nothing in the world would you compliment him openly.

“Hey! that’s mean, i didn’t assume you were dumb just because you’re pretty!”, he replies, pretending to be offended.

Your cheeks turn pink, and you look away. He thinks you’re... pretty? You change the subject quickly: you start talking about volleyball and such, and the subject of his fangirls eventually comes up.

“How does it feel to be so adored by so many girls? How come you’re still single?”, you ask.

“You just won’t stop roasting me huh!”, he says with a huff. “The truth is I don’t care that much about these girls”, he finishes.

“Then isn’t kinda mean to lead them on? I mean you always hang around them, take their offerings-”

Oikawa cuts you off. “It’s not like that y/k” he says. “They’ll do this no matter how i react, so it’s better if I just accept it”, he explains.

“Wow fame sounds hard”, you reply mockingly. “But seriously... how are you still single? So many girls have a crush on you, and not just at our school.”, you add.

“Well you see, there’s only one girl I want. I won’t settle for anyone else then her.”, he says. His eyes look deeply into yours and you’re forced to look away as you start to feel your cheeks heating up.

“Who? I have to know now!”, you say, as if none of this bothers you.

Oikawa gets closer to you, then leans in to whisper in your ear. His warm breath tickles against your nape.

“It’s you, y/k.”, he says simply.

You blush like mad and you’re about to ask questions but he softly drags a finger along your jawline, to finally lift your chin so you’re looking up into his eyes.

Your mind goes blank as you feel his soft lips crashing onto yours. You kiss back with everything you’ve got and it goes on for what seems like hours yet just a few seconds.

When you pull away from him, you both just stare at each other, at loss for words. Does he really mean this, or are you just another girl he can toy with?

As if he could read your thoughts, Oikawa finally talks. “You know, I’ve only had one serious girlfriend. And serious is a big word... It was in second year and she just wanted to use me to become popular” he sighs. “No girl ever wants to truly want to get to know me. I’m pretty and that’s enough for them.”

“you’re so cocky...”, you huff.

He smirks, while his right hand reaches to stroke the back of your neck. You shiver at the touch, realizing the awful truth. You love him, even if he’s cocky and full of himself. There’s just something irresistible about that smirk and his silk-like voice.

“You know... we didn’t get matched at random. I asked to be with you. Ms. Taikeda couldn’t really refuse, especially when I told her why. She says we’d be cute together you know...”

So this was his plan all along? This boy just keeps getting more interesting. He takes both your hands in his left one, and you get a shiver at how long and precise his fingers are. No wonder he’s the best setter.

“So what do you say? You, me, boyfriend & girlfriend?”, he says, cheeks becoming a pale rosy shade.

“How could I say no...”, you reply.

His face lightens up, like a little kid on his birthday. He’s so cute, you can’t resist but to place another kiss on his lips, who are still hot from the previous kiss.

[time skip]

Oikawa walked you home about 30 minutes later, after an intense making out session. He gave you one last kiss on the forehead and held you in his arms several minutes.

You’re still thinking about all of this, wide awake even if it’s way past midnight. You stare at the ceiling, reliving every second of this wonderful, almost surreal afternoon. Your only fear is that he’ll act as if nothing happened tomorrow. But could someone really be that much of a player? Sounds like a stretch.

The next morning, you take much more time than usual to get ready. Maybe it’s because you have Social Studies today... You apply a one last layer of lip gloss on your lips, grab a jacket, slip your shoes on and leave.

You cross the school’s gate with a big knot in your stomach, walking quickly towards the locker room. But someone wraps their arms around your waist from behind.

You gasp and turn around to see a smiling Oikawa, who quickly pecks your lips.

“Oi- Oikawa wha- what are you doing..?”, you ask, looking around nervously.

He grabs your face so you can only look at him. You stare into his hazel eyes which are sparkling in the morning sun. He smells like Axe deodorant, which is strangely sexy.

“Shhh, others don’t matter honey”, he whispers in your ear, his warm breath tickling your ear.

You try to protest, but he places a finger on your lips. It’s enough to shut you up.

He takes your hand in his and you walk together to the lockers. A small crowd of students points and whispers as you pass by, but Oikawa doesn’t care so you don’t either. You then part ways, but not before a soft, tender kiss.

You go to your morning classes, blushing like mad. Some people whisper around you in the hallways, but it’s not as bad as you expected at all. Maybe people don’t really care, in fact.

At lunch break, you’re about to go sit down with your friends (Oikawa had a volley thing), but a group of fangirl approaches you. You feel extremely nervous, wondering if they’re going to be mad...

“Hi! I’m Emma”, says the first one.

“I’m Yumi, we just came to ask you if you’re dating Oikawa haha”, says another one. They seem pretty... friendly?

“well not exactly...”, you start. You explain what happened yesterday, and the girls look so happy as you go into details.

“Wow that’s amazing!! I totally ship you guys!!”, says another one.

You chat a bit more with them, and they then leave to eat. The fangirls are less dumb and superficial than you thought, which is great.

Your friends go crazy when you tell them everything. Especially Amy, who lightly hits you for not telling her earlier. They all ask so much questions, which you don’t really have answers for. Are you guys really dating?? You, dating Oikawa?

[time skip]

You’re staring out the window. Social Studies was never your cup of tea, to be fair. You kept your grades high, but without so much interest.

You snap out of your daydream when a balled-up paper lands on your desk with a slight thud.

“date with me tonight, coffee shop, 4pm, meet me at school gate”

You turn around to see Oikawa sneakily smirking at you. You smile at him and nod.

The rest of the day seems to go on forever, but it’s all worth it to feel Oikawa embrace you again after the bell. You walk to the coffee shop, teasing each other a bit and holding hands.

You order milkshakes, eat lots of sweets, talk for hours... A perfect evening. You end up holding both his hands, staring endlessly at his sharp jaw, his fluffy hair, his cute nose, his small rosy lips...

“Y/k”, he suddenly says. He looks serious, or at least less in a silly mood than usual.

Your eyes meet, and it feels like gazing into a clearing, with a thousand fireflies. He squeezes your hands, take a breath, and finally says it:

“Will you officially be my girlfriend?”,m

“Ye- yes!!”, you reply, blushing.

He comes sit beside you so he can kiss you with all the passion he’d been saving up until now, a hand on your tigh, the other on your waist. You cup his face, amazed at how soft his pale skin is.

[time skip]

You walk home side by side, both smiling. Is this what love feels like? His hands feels so big around yours, and just hearing his steady footsteps calm you.

He hugs you goodbye, but as he’s about to become out of reach, you grab his wrist. He turns around to face you once more, the moon reflecting in his widened pupils like on a dark lake.

Unsure what you truly wanted to say, you just take a step closer, putting your hands on his chest. You stay like this for what seems like an eternity, yet it’s still too short.

He smirks, and after kissing your forehead, he finally says it:

“I love you, y/k”

~ the end ~

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paperficwriter · 4 years ago

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Your First Date

Some sweet, fluffy batarou. Being teens in love.

Cut is for length, not for content.

“Oi, Badd. Why didn’t we go on a first date?”

“Well, ya hospitalized me, and then ya went on some kind of monster rager and ended up becomin’ some kinda gargoyle thing? With horns, I heard? And then ya ran off for a hot minute until ya showed up here ‘cause Zenko thought you were some kinda stray to bring home, and here we are.”

“...Heh, yeah, that just about covers it.”

Somehow during months of living together, this conversation didn’t even come up until they were sitting together on the couch, watching an anime one evening that depicted a boy and a girl in a very typical ‘is this a date?!’ situation. They were quiet for a little bit after that, until Badd prompted him by elbowing him in the arm. “Did ya want to? I mean, I feel like we kinda skipped that whole thing, yeah? Usually ya date before ya start livin’ with someone.”

“So what’s the difference between going on a date and dating?”

Badd paused the television and turned to him, wedging himself into the back sofa cushion on his side. “The date’s kinda...the thing itself. Datin’ is when you’re, like, ‘Let’s see how this pans out and if I wanna be your girlfriend for the long haul.’”

“Does that mean we skipped straight to making you my girlfriend?”

“Psh. I’m savin’ my girlfriend status for The One. You lose.”

Garou chuckled and pulled one of Badd’s hands over to rub between his. “Never been on a date before,” he mumbled.

“Are ya serious?” Badd winced when Garou bent one of his fingers sideways. “Ow. I didn’t mean it t’ be shitty! You’re good-lookin,’ so I figured ya woulda had to beat ‘em off with a stick!”

Holy shit, did Garou just blush?! “It’s not like I really had a chance, with the whole ‘leaving home and living at a dojo and then dishonoring said dojo and everything afterward,’ you know?”

Badd dragged his thumb against one of the long lines across Garou’s hand. Then he realized it wasn’t actually the love line, or the life line, or whatever. But rather, it was the pink, faded scar left from his hero hunting. “That means if I take ya out on a date, it’s not just our first date but your first date. Officially.”

Garou nodded. “Which means it can’t suck.”

“Hey, my dates don’t suck.”

“They better not. You don’t have an excuse like I do, since it sounds like you’ve been on a million, you hussy.”

Badd snatched his hand back so he could grab him by one of his wild ‘ears’ of hair. “I ain’t a hussy! And I haven’t been on a million dates! Just a few!”

Thin fingers jabbed at his side right into one of his ticklish pressure points, and Badd’s body buckled in on itself. “No, no, you’re clearly the dating pro, so you better wow me or I’m leaving!”

“Fine!” Badd threw himself on top of Garou, grabbing him by his shirt. He dropped his face close to his with a huge grin. “Then I’m gonna take ya on the best damn date o’ your life. So get ready, wolf boy.”

Garou snuck in a kiss onto Badd’s round nose, flashing his own teeth in a smile. “Okay. I’m holding you to that.”

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Badd ended up borrowing a car. Although he had gotten his license, he didn’t really need one in the city, since he either walked wherever he needed to go or took public transportation. But if he was going to take Garou on a date, they were going to have to head out a little distance from his normal stomping grounds, enough that no one would immediately recognize him or, worse, ask questions about Garou.

And even as it was, Badd still didn’t sport his normal pompadour, and Garou had one of his beanies over his trademark hair. “So, where are we going?” Garou asked as he reached over to play with Badd’s loose strands where they framed his face.

“It’s a surprise, ya goober. Also, I, uh...didn’t wanna talk about it so much in front o’ Zenko or she’d be sore we weren’t taking her.”

“Scandalous.”

“Shut up!” Badd gave him a shove, but he was smiling. The drive itself was nice; the air was cool, they listened to some music (and since it was just them, they didn’t even have to suffer through Amai Mask’s discography), and the sunset was a beautiful bleed of color across the horizon.

Garou grinned when Badd turned into a hotel. “Oh, so it’s that kind of a date, huh?”

“It ain’t like that! Don’t be weird!” Badd’s cheeks burned up to his ears. “I got us a room so we didn’t have to rush back tonight, and so I didn’t have to find some random place to park.”

When Badd got back from checking in, Garou had his face out the window of the car, sniffing, eyes big. It was like he was looking into the distance, at nothing in particular, an invisible interest.

Badd couldn’t help ruffling the top of his head. “What is it, boy?” he asked like he was talking to a dog, “Whattaya smell, huh?”

Garou rolled his eyes but didn’t really divert his attention, though his did close his eyes. “It’s been forever since I went to the beach. I can smell the sand and the water...and I can hear it.”

Badd turned his ear up, letting the wind hit him. He could just barely make out the salty scent, but he certainly couldn’t hear it. “Good thing that ain’t the surprise.”

Tipping his head curiously, Garou got out of the car, and they started walking down the road.

It couldn’t be but so surprising, because they could see the boardwalk from the half-mile mark as they walked up toward it. A large road right beside piers and docks had been lined with shops, stands and various attractions on either side, and there was a huge ferris wheel lit up with sparkling lights.

Badd had insisted on going during the week, so since it was Wednesday there weren't nearly as many people as there probably would have been on the weekend. On top of that, it was also late in the season, so there weren’t visiting tourists to contend with either. “I know ya hate crowds as much as I do,” Badd commented as he took his hand. “And I wanted your first date to be a good experience, ya know.”

Garou was staring in every direction, his mouth just a little bit open. Shit, was it too much? Had Badd overdone it?

What finally came out was: “I want to eat everything.”

Badd laughed. “Okay. Sounds like a plan.”

When Garou said everything, he wasn’t kidding. Like a bloodhound, Garou made a beeline for the spots that had the best-smelling greasy food scents, and Badd found himself being dragged to stand after stand to buy long skewers of yakitori, shioyaki and ikayaki. Each one was shoved into his face to try. “Please at least keep the squid in a different hand. If I think I’m gonna get chicken and bite into the ikayaki, I’m gonna hurl.”

Garou just took a bite of each. To spite him.

Now, the noodles he could get behind: yakisoba with deliciously tender pieces of pork; hot, sour Thai noodles that warmed him up to the core; a ramen burger made with prime beef and huge pieces of near-solid noodles. Garou was about to lead them to the taiyaki parfait stand, when Badd finally put his hand on his arm.

“Babe. Ya know I think the world of ya, but can we digest for, like, five minutes?”

“I guess.” He smirked and kissed a spot of sauce off the corner of his mouth. “You weakling.”

Next, Badd took him to an arcade. It was set up to look like one of the “classic” ones, with pinball, huge games with old displays that were probably twenty years old, and racing games that made Garou have to fold his long limbs inwards to get to the gas and brake.

When he caught Badd laughing, he glared. “I’m still going to kick your ass, even if I do dislocate my hip.”

“You are older than me, Stretch. That’s a real concern.”

“By a year!”

But they figured it was time to go when Garou laid into a test-your-strength punching dummy a bit too hard and snapped it off its support. In his defense, Badd absolutely should have been watching him closer. Garou had a tendency to get carried away.

As they explored the area even more, they came to a set of shops outside a mall connected to the boardwalk. Garou wandered over to an open stand and stopped so hard his heels screeched. “Oh my god, Badd, look at this.” At first, it just looked like they were selling little trinkets and random junk...until Badd got a closer look. “It’s fucking knock-off hero stuff like you find online!”

Badd nearly choked as he picked up a toy that he could only guess was supposed to be Genos with huge neon eyes and a perfectly rectangular mouth. One hand was on backwards, and the paint job was so abysmal it was like it was just dipped in random colors. A figurine of Atomic Samurai actually had a gun for some reason, Zombieman had been painted lime green, and then…

“You have to buy it.”

“I don’t have to do any such a damn thing.”

“Please. I need this as a memento of our first date.”

Badd sighed and paid the ridiculous amount for a Metal Bat action figure: the torso was so big his head was roughly pea-sized, he was wearing a skirt and his bat looked like it was a wooden one. “It’s literally in the name! Metal Bat! They had one job!”

Garou cackled as he pocketed his prize. “Villains beware! The amazing Wood Bat! Special move: Splinter Spirit!”

As the sky was just beginning to transition from a red-touched blue into night, Badd walked Garou out onto the pier that cut into the ocean far enough that it was actually quiet, compared to the street. A torii gate stood alone overlooking the water and the far-off sunset. Garou stared up at it as Badd explained, “There used to be a shrine on the water, but it got destroyed by a typhoon or somethin.’ They left the torii up ‘cause the sun falls right inside it, yeah? And it was still standin,’ so...yeah.”

“You know a lot about this place.”

Badd grinned, kind of lopsidedly. “Yeah…”

“Like you’ve been here before. More than once.”

“Heh, guess I’ve been caught.”

Easily hopping up onto it, Garou sat on one of the wooden rails of the dock and looked out over the easy-going waves. “That’s fine. There are only but so many places you can take dates, so obviously there’s going to be some overlap.”

“What? Oh god, no. Garou.” Careful not to push him over, Badd got between Garou’s long legs, hands holding his waist. “I ain’t...I’ve never brought another date here. Never. You’re the first.” He sighed. “I came here when I was a kid, with my folks. And Zenko after she was born, for a couple of years but I think she was too young to really remember it. This is, uh…” He cleared his throat. “This is the first time…” God, don’t cry, don’t fucking choke up. “Since…”

“Hey.” Garou’s fingers rubbed the back of his scalp and pulled his face into his stomach. “I got it. It’s okay. I like it. A lot.”

“...yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s the best first date. I thought you were just going to drag me out to something really lame and I was going to have to be like, ‘Nooo, Baaadd, I loooove it…’”

Badd snickered and jabbed Garou in the side of the leg. “Jerk.”

Garou continued on in the mock-patronizing voice as he jumped off the ledge and back to the dock. “‘Oh my gooood...no, you put soooo much effort into it…’”

“Well now if I ever do disappoint ya, I’ll see right through you!”

“Of course you will, because I am so transparent and you are so perceptive.” Garou tugged him toward the ferris wheel. “Come on, I think this is a good time for this one.”

Badd nodded, and when they got to the ramp, there really wasn’t much of a line. They climbed into the next available car together. It was one of the new, fancier ferris wheels, with a compartment that people could sit in facing each other while looking out a window on either side, at the sea or at the glittering city skyline in the near-distance. Slowly, they started the climb, and as Badd watched the crowds below get smaller and smaller, he could feel Garou’s eyes on him.

“So, I’m new to this, but it seems pretty obvious that this is when you’re supposed to kiss on dates, right? That’s a thing isn’t it?”

Badd turned his hand over when cool fingers rubbed his knuckles. “Yeah, I think ya kinda...play it by ear, and when it feels right, ya jus’ go for it.”

Garou leaned close, his smile reflecting the bulbs outside that lined the ride’s spokes. “I think you’re supposed to call the shots though, right?”

“Yeah...I think so.” Badd moved like he was going to close the gap between them, but then put his fingers up to block Garou’s lips. “Wait.”

“...seriously?”

“Trust me.”

It was only about a minute until they rounded the curve and there they were, at the top of the wheel. In the grand scheme of things, it probably wasn’t that high up but...here, it was the highest point, and for them it might as well have been the top of the world. And before Garou could ruin it by saying something dumb or complaining about the hold up, Badd yanked him into the softest, deepest kiss he could give, putting every ounce of himself into it.

They didn’t actually break it until they were almost at the bottom again, and even then they stayed close, gazing into one another’s face.

“You know…” Garou gave him another little peck, smiling through it. “I think I could get into this whole dating thing.”

Badd hummed, and he kept his fingers loosely holding his shirt so he couldn’t get far away from him. “Yeah...kinda figured ya might feel that way.”

#my paperfics #one punch man #batarou #metal bat #badd #garou #so much fluff #fluffy fluff fluff #this was fun to write

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jasperswhumpjourney · 4 years ago

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Kitty Capers

This blog and storyline are a collaboration. And Feral suggested I post this piece of his for you all! @feralficwriter and Feral_Fic_Writer

Post Rescue Fluff, so this doesn't really have any content warnings, besides the usual. CW: Slavery, pet whump, lady caretaker, mentioned past abuse, A/B/O dynamics, brief mention of body modifications

Abbey looked up from her computer. Having fallen deep into her writing she’d suddenly realized it was time for a break. But her pet-parent senses also tingled: the house was entirely too quiet. Glancing around the front room she realized Minstrel and Liver were nowhere to be seen.

And, even more unusual, Jasper's pet bed was empty.

Not that Jas had to stay in his bed. In fact, she was pleased to see his usual station abandoned. Her poor rescued Omega finally seemed to be gaining enough confidence to venture about the apartment on his own a bit these past few weeks. And this was some significant progress.

Rising from her desk and stepping quietly out of the front room, Abbey peeked into the kitchen. No one was at the feeding or watering stations. Creeping down the hall, a glance into her bedroom showed none of her boys lounging on the bed there either. Well, at least not Minstrel and Liver. Jasper still had to be coaxed onto the bed and wouldn’t even venture near it unless she was in it.

"Where are they?" She wondered softly. Then a noise caught her attention, a shuffling behind the bathroom's slightly ajar door.

Rather cat-like herself, Abbey silently stalked forward. She carefully pushed the door further open, just enough to look in.

At the sight that greeted her, her hands flew up to cover her mouth. A whole roll of quilted toilet paper had been unraveled off its holder and all three of her pets were playing amidst heaps of soft white Charmin.

The bathroom was a disaster, but the scene was so cute it was all Abbey could do not to burst out laughing. What delighted her the most, however, was that Jasper, on his own, had slipped into kitten mode at some point. Naked now but for his tail plug and cat-eared headband he pounced about the mess just as kitten-like as his truer feline brothers.

Abbey knew that kitty head-space gave her poor, previously abused pet a freedom he couldn't otherwise obtain. But never had she witnessed her Jassy cat play with such abandon. He wiggled his small slender body, puffed, pranced, and pouted, as he frolicked about with her cats.

Somehow a giggle-hiccup managed to slip out past Abbey’s fingers. Minstrel was the first to hear it. Crouched low, his head swiveled toward the open door. Seeing her standing in the hallway he stared straight at her, unblinking. Despite sitting in the middle of a shredded pile his expression seemed to say, "not my fault. I was merely observing."

Still oblivious to her presence, Jasper had tipped over onto his back, his bare torso half-wrapped in TP like a mummy. He huffed out the closest thing to a giggle of his own Abbey had ever heard at the tickle of soft fur against his skin when Liver pounced and flopped on his side atop his bare belly.

Suddenly sensing Minstrel's change in mood, however, Liver looked up.

Knowing she'd been spotted, Abbey laughed out loud this time at Liver’s likewise unconvicted expression and pushed the door all the way open. “Okay you monsters!” She declared amid snickers, “the jig is up!”

Despite her declaration, as soon as the door’s opening widened further, in unison, Liver and Minstrel made a break for it! A flurry of black fur streaked like shadows out of the bathroom as they scampered to their favorite hiding spots. Caught and then falling away from Minstrel's tail, a four-foot, white streamer trailing halfway down the hall was soon the only evidence they'd ever been there.

Jasper, meanwhile, had frozen where he lay upon being discovered. Moments later, tense and trembling, he rolled over onto all fours and began to crawl shakily toward her. He stopped a few feet in front of Abbey and shifted into his perfectly practiced pet bow: head lowered, arms stretched out in front of him, his docked hands placed palms down.

“Oh, Jas,” Abbey sighed. His curly, honey-brown head lifted just enough to peep up at her.

The bathroom was suddenly stuffy with fear-filled omega scent. And it broke her heart to see the return of terror to the gaze that had been so joyfully innocent mere moments before. There was only one thing she could do.

"What in the world have you done, silly kitty?" She made sure to keep her voice high and light. Wide green eyes were fixed on her, still fearfully watching. "Did you need a new toy, Jassy Cat?

“You and the boys got bored and had to find something else to play with?"

A little bit of tension bled from Jasper's body. He lifted his head again and adorably bit his bottom lip. Hope crept into his eyes alongside the fear. Timidly he nodded.

He looked so sweet in his chagrin. Eyes glassy with his easy tears. Cheeks blushed so pink and hectic. Slowly Abbey squatted down and picked up a strip of the squandered paper. She scooted forward until it dangled just a foot or so away from him.

"Your brothers were very naughty to leave you here holding the bag..." She twirled the strip. "Or the paper as it were, in this case."

It was amazing how truly cat-like Jasper's green eyes were, so easily hypnotized by the streamer. His eyes darted occasionally back to her but it was clear he was quickly slipping back into kitten space. That he was able to recover so soon was such wonderful progress. Abbey smiled and leaned in, bringing the paper closer.

She smiled wider when very slowly Jasper lifted one of his docked “paws” and gave the dangling streamer a tiny pat.

“Do you like that flutter, Kitten?” Abbey wiggled the paper harder. “Come on, Sweetheart. Show me how you play.”

Always as obedient as possible, Jasper pattered at the bobbing streamer just as a kitten would. So focused and intent, he followed its every twirl. Then he paused his gentle batting to meet her gaze.

Abbey swallowed hard. She thought her heart might burst at how adoringingly Jasper looked at her. His green eyes sparkled with worshipful gratitude. No one in her life had ever loved her harder. It was something she was still getting used to.

“How did I manage to get such a cute kitty? Huh, Jassy Cat?” Abbey blinked happy tears. Then she gasped. Clearly having watched too many of Minstrel’s sneak attacks, Jasper pounced. Capturing not the paper but her wrist, he held it between his stub-fingered paws and rolled over onto his back again.

She dropped the TP streamer when he pulled her hand to his mouth. Had it been Minstrel, Abbey would have been shouting at needle sharp teeth against her skin. With Jasper, however, it was different. Squeals and peals of laughter echoed in the small space as she was attacked with ferocious kisses, nibbles, and licks.

“You’re so full of mischief, Jas!”

Jasper’s eyes flickered up to double check everything was okay, despite her laughter. Seeing her delight, he offered her a shy smile and one of his new giggle huffs before resuming his kiss ambush.

Abbey saw her omega pet was enjoying himself so much, his button of a cock was hard and leaking. His narrow hips wiggled, rubbing his tail’s plug part, seeking friction within his slicking hole. The scent of his pure pleasure and the sensation of his sweetly rabid kisses to her fingertips, got Abbey going as well.

Jasper’s nostrils flared catching a whiff of her Alphic arousal and his pupils dilated. His kisses grew longer and shifted from pecks into suckling.

“Oh, goodness… Aren’t you a naughty kitty!”

For once, Jasper’s eyes lit up at being called “naughty”. He increased his sucking and smiled up at Abbey around her finger. In reward for this response, with her free hand Abbey stroked soft down his collared neck. She traced around small, pink puffy nipples and tickled down his belly. Jasper’s back arched beautifully. Beneath her hand she felt the vibrations of his pleasure-purr before she heard it.

The wonderful sound of her happy omega just made Abbey wetter. Leaving off touching Jasper and reluctantly pulling away from his eager grip, she lifted her gauzy skirt. Bare beneath, it as usual, she spread her lower lips open with plump fingers. She dipped other fingers in and then held them out, showing her precious pet just how happy he made her.

“You know,” Abbey giggled. “Since Minstrel and Liver abandoned you, if you want, Jassy Cat. I know of another pussy you could play with.

Pupil-filled green eyes danced at the sight of her slick. Jasper’s pink tongue cutely poked out between his lips as he licked them in anticipation. Abbey picked up a fresh streamer and rose. “Come on, Babes,” she teased, making the paper flap and flutter as she headed out of the bathroom in the direction of her bed-nest. “Alpha has some cream for her kitten to lick up.”

His omega purr immediately growing louder, Jasper popped up in a flash to scamper on all fours after her.

Masterlist

#whump #pet whump #slavery #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o #master/pet #caretaker #lady caretaker #cat boy #jas is a cute kitten!

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thevirtualcanvas · 5 years ago

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Thrice - Mirio x F!Reader

A bout of three, his first touch, first kiss and first time making love to you.

More explicit than my Tamaki x reader fic which can be found here.

Mirio can't even remember the first time he touched you. Was is back in middle school the day you first met? Or later on in that year when you stumbled into him in a corridor causing his quirk to go haywire and watching as his foot permeated through the floor. Everyone knew he was a friendly guy. Unopposed to high fives, friendly hugs, and even leaning against those he knew. His problem was touching you make his skin light on fire. In a good way. Your quirk didn't actually set him on fire, of course. It made him want to touch you almost constantly, it was embarrassing and exhausting. He would find himself looking for sneaky ways for his fingers to lose themselves in the velvet of your skin. Those books look heavy you want me to hold 'em? He'd ask as he would guide the stack of books from your arms, fingers and smile lingering. You got hand picked? Man that's great! Mirio would beam as he would rest a large hand on your delicate shoulder, full of exuberance and excitement for your personal achievements.

The first touch of his you truly remembered was when your first rescue attempt was televised. Some punk kid had decided to film you in your hero costume rescuing people from a burning building alongside your mentor instead of getting to safety. So when you came back to school on the Monday everyone knew, your friends, your teachers, even the other students who you weren't so familiar with. Mirio caught you at lunch with a great, big hug. You could feel the heat from his firm body, the smell of his deodorant, and the way he hummed in joy as he held you. Your soul left your body as your friends gawked and giggled behind their hands. Watching as you were unable to resist the urge to hold him back.

You did such a great job! Me and Amajiki watched your rescue video online over the weekend. You must be so proud!

He said, as he pulled away hands enveloping around yours. Strong, callused fingers holding you lightly, as he continued to praise your efforts. Mirio telling you all of these wonderful things about yourself made you feel week at the knees, his delicate words were as enticing as his lingering touches. And just like that he was away again, leaving you basking in the dwindling beams of sunlight he left in his wake, yearning for a little longer in his light. Your friends nudged you from the gawking mess you were into a somewhat normal person. He's totally got a thing for you. They would say, nodding at each other in a knowing look. No way he has, he acts like this with everyone, you would assure them as you tried to rub away at deep blush thrumming in your cheeks. They would roll their eyes, you were a total lost cause and the bell would ring for next period. You ambled down the corridor in a daze, fingers tracing where his had been.

Mirio's mind can be as jumbled as his charming personality. He kissed you before he'd even confessed to you, he just presumed you already kinda knew. In his own head this was his way to confess his feelings. Words didn't do him justice, he didn't have Tamaki's delicate way with words or Nejire's bold confidence. He was happy go lucky, sure, but for some reason he'd always done better with actions.

The day he kissed you wasn't planned, per se. He'd been conceptualising it in his head for weeks. It was nearly time for summer break and he knew his window of time was shrinking, and not to mention if he didn't confess soon Nejire would do it for him. Which, while the idea was sweet he could see a million reasons for it to go wrong. So that's why when he saw you hanging about on the grounds on your own he decided to just to go for it. You looked so cute in your summer uniform, blazer flung haphazardly behind you, tie loose, and sleeves rolled up as you read a novel; eyes lost in the page, lips parted and tongue out through sheer concentration. He jogged over and lay on the grass next to you, and waited until you noticed his presence; enjoying the pink in your cheeks and surprise in your voice when you finally noticed him.

He asked what you were reading and from there you both slipped into an easy conversation, like always, when he wasn't trying to charm you or compliment you there was an undeniable comfort in his companionship, something that left you hollow whenever he had to leave. So you talked for what seemed like hours about anything, everything. School, the news, your book, and then when he asked you about your internship you blossomed in front of his eyes. Eyes sparkled and you flowed with every word, almost dancing as you regaled him with tales from your time with the hero agency you were working at. He could have died on the spot a very happy guy, but watching you talk so energetically stirred something within him. He shuffled closer, making sure you still looked comfortable, trembling with excitement as you would tell a part of your story and your hand would curl around his wrist as you would detail the exciting parts. Your knees were touching, faces inches apart and you still seemed happy in his presence so he reached up, pushed away some of the fly away hairs that had become loose in your storytelling. Electric zipped through your body, time stilled and the only thing left in the universe is Mirio; close to you, fingers just behind your ear and face closing in. A sky of blue fills your vision, flickering to his lips before he close the gap. He fills your body with warmth. From the gentle touch of his lips, to the way his hand feels against his head to the soft drum of his voice along your teeth. You can't think, only feel, only respond. So you push back against him, whimpering into the kiss as you find yourself flush against him. Mirio isn't going anywhere, he's like a rock. Solid and unwavering he holds you until you're both so overwhelmed he allows you to retreat back and collect yourself.

He lets out a laugh as you pull yourself round. Wow – that was something. Guess now is a good time to tell you I like you, huh?

Throughout your whole relationship Mirio isn't afraid to show his affections and that is something you truly adore about him. He's never crude in public, but loves holding your hand, giving you a hug as you pass in the hallway and having you sit between his thighs during downtime in the common room. But when it comes to making love, it's at the back of his mind. To Mirio this is a big step and he doesn't want to mess it up, your relationship is so fulfilling and rich, most of the time he just forgets about it. He's not one to pressure you into doing anything and honestly, he is the make-out king. Undisputed, you'd tell anyone, but mostly Nejire because she can't help herself, she's a sucker for gossip. When you're in the privacy of your own rooms, he'll ply you with kisses, touches and an array of idyllic praises you reach the point of breaking, wondering what else could he possible do to make you feel this good?

Most have this preconceived notion that Mirio is a player and a bit of a sex pest under all that charm, approachability and good energy. But it's simply not true, he's a trusting, patient, sweetheart that thinks of your comfort first and foremost – and, well, he's not ready himself. It's not until he turns 18, after rescuing Eri and losing his powers that's capable of committing to you. Things had been tense, not between you and him, but Mirio and the world. After his mentor's death and the loss of his powers this bundle of light was lost in the dark for a long time. His only saving grace was to try and keep a smile on the face of the little girl had been through so much. When she was ready enough for other people, he even brought you along, (with the permission of the Principal of course) and you played dress up, had tea parties and played with toys. All of the things Eri had been deprived of in her short life, showing her the delights of just being a child. Mirio watched as Eri clung to your arm and chuckled with glee as you tickled her, or helped her dress up and played with her hair. Watching you bond with Eri turned his stomach to goo and his heart to fire, then as you gushed about her cute little nose, long silver hair and that adorable little horn on her forehead during the walk home and something clicked within him. He couldn't wait to get you back to his dorm.

Being pushed up against the wall and lifted to his hips as you entered the privacy of his room wasn't a new concept. He did it all the time. Delighted to show you his subtle strength and need for you, it was usually littered with a barrage of praise and playful kisses, but this time it was different. There was a hazy lust in his eyes that had never been there before, it was infectious. His hands and lips targeted bare patches of skin as you press your hips to his, breathing shallow and cheeks pitted in a deep blush as he grumbles into the crux of your collarbone.

I need you...

He would whisper into your skin, spikes of blonde hair swiping across your cheek before pulling back and awaiting your answer. You fumbled, caught in the headiness of his desire for you. Of course, you needed him too.

Mirio talks through the entire process, the soft gravel of his voice awards you with a bounty of praises. As he undresses you, touches and tastes the length of your body he dotes words of passion into the blemishes of your skin. Blessing you with adoration beyond comprehension. You're a mess, emotional to a point. You want to cry, kiss him, hold him, need him in you. He takes his time and focuses on your own pleasure, holding you in stasis, a form beyond fear and doubt. You find serenity and calm as he places his lips against your soft stomach.

One day...

He murmurs against the skin as you catch his meaning in an instant. A shiver races your entire body as he announces his hunger of you. He reiterates your consent, reminding you can stop at any time. Not bloody likely. Not when he looks at you like that. So when he's prepared and finally enters your body you flinch at the fullness of him. He waits, twitching within you, waiting for you to be ready, telling you how good you're doing and how amazing you are.

He holds you the entire time, letting you control the pace, ever the gentleman. Your legs are around his hips, your fingers digging into the deep muscles of his shoulders. You call his name and he catches it in a kiss, drawing a dizzy moan from your faltering voice. He picks up his pace, quickly reminding you of the strength his body holds even without a quirk. You can feel the hard muscles taut against you, straining as he chases your infinite pleasure.

You climax first, trying your hardest to bury your moans into his skin. As you finish Mirio isn't far behind, sweating, glorious and beaming like the sun. He doesn't pull out at first, instead he flips you over and lays you on his chest, both hearts beating erratically. His cock still straining inside of you. He brushes the hair away from your face and places a light kiss against your sweaty brow. Your post coitus glow is enough to get him going again, and this time he has you bouncing on his hips, allowing him to watch as you take his length in stride.

You're doing such a great job, baby.

You're exhausted before he is, but that's fine, not everyone has the stamina of a pro hero. He takes you for a shower, cleans you down and you both dive, naked under the covers. Mirio massages your body, reward for taking him and being such a good sport about it. He kisses the cool, delicate patch of skin on your shoulder, leaving a shudder going down your spine.

I love you, Mirio.

You say with a content smile as you drift off to sleep.

#mirio x you #mirio togata #mirio x reader #bnha mirio #mha imagines #bnha x reader

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mor-beck-more-problems · 4 years ago

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The White Crest Job || Morgan & Felix

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @streetharmacist & @mor-beck-more-problems

SUMMARY: Morgan and Felix take a field trip to rescue a very important item from an auction house on Erin’s behalf.

CONTAINS: gun use, violence

Stupidity got people killed. Talking got people killed. Now both in the same suit? They did a bang up job with that kinda thing. As Felix waited and tapped his feet, he had to attribute that to why he had a cooler full of brain on a weeknight. One man’s stupidity was another’s advantage and the fae kept that in mind. There was that telltale jittering under his skin, that sensation before a job and the wonderment at whether or not it would be pulled off. After everything, he felt more than ready to tag in. Erin had gone through enough and she could use a night off of crime. As it worked out, he could use a night of crime. Desperately. With a little luck and pixie dust, he and Morgan might be able to come bearing good news that would make the whole thing sting a little less.

At the sight of Morgan approaching, he stood up from the rickety bench and adjusted his suit tie. It was a special night at the auction house and he wore some of his sharpest attire. He smiled at her and waved. “It’s real nice to see you, Morgan,” he greeted. “You excited?” They were about to walk into the mouth of some sort of beast but as long as they had their eye on the prize, it should be fine. He reached for the cooler and offered it to her. “I got something for ya. One of Roy’s finest. I wanna say the old sport worked at the auction house.” His grin grew. “Not anymore though.”

Morgan could swear her body was vibrating with the need to do something straightforward and easy. Or at least easier than the past few weeks had been. Sure, the primary criminal activity of her life had been charging people for rocks she transmuted from dirt and trash, but Morgan was nothing if not a good student, and being a walking dead girl leant itself to certain advantages. Mushrooms could strike, ghosts could rise from the deep, worlds could fall apart, but Morgan’s limbs would always grow back shiny and limber no matter how many times they snapped off. And this errand, at least, was for a good cause. Morgan rolled up the sleeves of her turtleneck and beamed at the fae waiting for her. “Sorry I’m late, I wasn’t sure what the dress code was for our clandestine date,” she said with a smirk. “Me? Oh I’m ready to dance. It’s been a rough fall, and Erin’s one of my best friends. It’s kinda nice, having something to do that makes an easy kind of sense. All the steps are clear. No back-and-forth, no second guessing.”

She shook her worries back to the far side of her mind and turned to the cooler. “Mother of earth,” she chuckled. “Dinner and dancing? If this is how you treat your friends, Bea’s a luckier gal than I thought.” Flipping open the lid, she fished out the sliced brain, wrapped in sandwich paper like a happy meal burger. Tentatively, hoping that the old whoever had at least been a nice gangster, she took a bite. “Is this to help me blend in?” She asked between bites. “Because I’ll have you know I’ve killed a woman with just my own sparkling personality bouncing around my head.” She took another bite, moaning with pleasure. “Not that I’m complaining, obviously. Think this’ll magically download everything he knew about this place?”

Felix beamed as much as he safely could in return. He intended to save that old song and dance for a special occasion. One maybe an hour or so away, he thought. They would just have to see how the night went. As it was, he was more than interested in seeing an auction hall go off the deep end. The job that he and Morgan had on their docket took precedence over seeing a few strangers lose it for a bit. He smiled at her and was inclined to agree. He did as much with a tip of his head. It did make an easy sort of sense, didn’t it? Easy as snapping a neck. They just needed to get their hands on it first. “Right there with you, my friend. See, I think this’ll be good for us. All of us.” A brow lifted. “I think we got a real nice night ahead of us. As for everybody else in there?” He shrugged.

At the mention of Bea, an easy smile slid into place and his skin warmed. Buzzed even. He didn’t want to think of the night going any way but up for them. He had a gal to get home to. He was sure Morgan could relate. “You know, I’d say we’re all pretty lucky,” he said as he framed his chin with his thumb and index finger. “You, me, Bea, and Deirdre!�� As much as he knew that they could spend the rest of the night waxing poetic about their loves, they had some skulls to crack. Speaking of...It didn’t bother him when Morgan took to the brain. Over the years he had developed an iron stomach, of all things. Blood and brain, guts and bone. It all sorta mushed together. He struck a match and lit a thin cigarette. He considered dust briefly earlier in the evening. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced he wouldn’t need it. Smoke billowed out of his mouth and curled around his glasses as he laughed. “Oh hell, I believe you,” he said with a smile. “I’m not too familiar with how the ol’ brain works, especially in this sorta case, but I think it’ll be a nice thing to have on our side. Y’know, the whole knowing is half the battle thing?” He offered Morgan the crook of his elbow. “Ready to paint this whole gig red?”

“I guess we are lucky, huh,” Morgan mused, smiling into her next bite. Stars above, it tasted so good, she had to ask herself why she didn’t do this more often. She groaned shamelessly as the rich, meaty flavor spread over her tongue. “Felix, you’re making me miss my Texas burgers,” she said, smirking with her mouth half full. “Tell you the truth, I could use a lucky night. I know you’re not supposed to let the bastards get you down, but stars, it’s...fucking hard sometimes. But!” She scarfed down the last of her brain. Nothing felt immediately off the way the urge to listen to a hockey game that night at Erin’s had felt off, but she did feel a little more verve and fire in her bones as she got to her feet. She took Felix’s arm and grinned up at him. “Felix, pal, I’m ready to dance like there’s no tomorrow. I just got one question for ya.” She quirked up a brow at him, nodding to his car and the joint they were about to bust open. “What kinda guns you got stashed in your car? I’m feelin’ like blowing some fireworks.”

“That’s why I’m a big advocate of getting back at the bastards!” Felix said cheerily. Whether it was through bloody footprints or a bullet in the head, things had a way of coming back around. “Nothing really perks up the spirit like some old fashioned vengeance and looking good while doing it. But this is business tonight. The rest can come later.” Heck, would it. The amount of receipts they owed people had started to stack itself high. “Oh, Morgan, I’m so glad you asked. I think you’ll like it,” he said as he looked at her. The tone of her voice, the fire behind it, danced a little differently and he couldn’t help but grin. It reminded him of an old friend. Tommy Toblerone, a fella that had earned his name from the rather unorthodox and sweet ways he could take a person out. “I had to leave the Tommys at home since I don’t think we wanna get the toys taken away early and all.” After he tugged on a pair of black leather gloves as a safety precaution, he pulled out a .38 Smith & Wesson and a .357 Magnum. Without a second thought, he handed her the magnum revolver and a handful of cartridges. “I think you’ll like that one,” he said smoothly as he slid the .38 into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. “I’m more about slicing and dicing myself but I got this one just in case. Old faithful! Been awhile since she’s seen action but I’m feeling good about tonight. You?”

Morgan loaded the revolver. She hated guns, didn’t know the first thing about them except how to hide from one thanks to all the safety videos she’d had to watch for all her shitty jobs. But her hands spun the cylinder and admired the shine of the metal in the night like it was something familiar. Something powerful, even cozy. She loaded the chambers, then popped the beauty back into place. She stroked the frame, smiling at the moon’s reflection. “I feel like a shiny new penny,” she said.

Millie Mayfield didn’t like being interrupted from her movie time, but Roy wasn’t dicking around when he said please, honey, so instead of watching pretty teenagers get cut up by a chainsaw, Millie was getting her boots dirty slipping in to take some delicate goods off the hands of the less deserving. If she could only do it without the B-Squad posse, she might even have herself a good night. “Hey, Mac?” She asked, twirling her bat as she approached the guy behind her. It wasn’t the same as her cheerleader batons, but it killed the time in a pinch. “Can you run and get me some McDonald’s? One of the really sad, dried up specials. You can tell when their tag says FIVE YEARS! With a party hat sticker. Pretty please with cream cheese?”

Mac would, because Roy also said she was in charge, and he knew she’d bust his kneecaps into confetti if he didn’t.

Something rattled at the end of the warehouse. Company. Roy hadn’t mentioned anything about it being a party, but she was an adaptable girl. Millie sauntered into the warehouse, bat held out and ready to strike. She signaled to Mac to get out his gun. “It’s not nice to gate crash,” she called inside, her voice almost sing-song. “If you came to play with the big kids, let’s play.”

As fun as it would have been to crack a couple jokes at the expense of the rich, Felix and Morgan didn’t have that luxury. They had a docket to make a couple checkmarks on. As it went, his patience was thin to nonexistent. Maybe it was because of the mushrooms or maybe it was because things had a way of not going their way lately. He checked over his knives and the gun in his hand. Even clicked his heels for the knife he kept there. All in tip-top shape. The knives were slid back into place. The back of the auction house had a padlock on it but that didn’t matter much as he jimmied it open with a grin flashed Morgan’s way. The chain rattled as the fae toed the door open. From where they stood, there seemed to be plenty of shadows.

Perfect. That good feeling fluttered in his chest again. Even when a voice called out. As a pair of steps entered the auction house’s backroom. Even better. If there were ever a night to have a tussle, it would be this one. He slipped off to the left. Slipped into darkness.

“Do me a favor and let us know when they show up, yeah?” He took his switchblade in hand. “Much appreciated.”

Millie had two choices. Go for the goods, or go for the party crashers. Roy said the merchandise would be small, easy to miss. Not exactly something you could nab with some sleeze pulling your hair. Besides, Millie never turned her back on a fight. “Real funny, Tricky Dicky. Maybe you should run back home to the kiddie p--” A gunshot burned through the air and into her chest. “Ow!” Millie looked down at the scorch mark in her dress. “That was genuine vintage!” She shrieked.

There was still smoke at the end of Morgan’s revolver when she realized her mistake. This dame wasn’t the kind you pinned down with a bum shoulder or a busted kneecap. For all her grousing about the clothes, there wasn’t even a lick of blood coming out of the wound. It had been a rookie mistake, thinking she’d go down easy. This dame wasn’t human anymore than Morgan was. “Sorry, sweet cheeks. I don’t make exceptions for people who get in my way. Equal rights and all that,” she said, stepping into the light. She risked a glance at Felix, who was visible only by his switchblade. She hoped he was watching too, that he saw her little nod to go for the gold. She could keep one little dame busy for him. “You might wanna dance back to your go-go party before this gets worse. It’d be a shame to knock such a pretty block off.”

Millie was already marching forward, bat ready. “Try me, bitch.”

Nothing like the sound of a revolver and the smell of spent gunpowder to remind Felix of home. Let alone a heist! The fae tipped his blade Morgan’s way before he started to climb over boxes and through shadows. What they were after was small, easily concealed. But if he had heard right, it packed one hell of a punch. A bullet that would be real damn nice for them to have in the chamber. While Morgan dealt with the dame with the bat, he’d get what they needed. The light of a waning moon overhead bled through the smallest tear in the roof. Caught on something that shone with iridescence. He sure as heck hoped it was the something they were after. There wasn’t any hesitance to the way he moved toward it, hard-charging if there ever was any.

A hard charge into a forearm that caught him right across the throat. He puffed out a few breaths as he skittered back and recuperated enough to bring him to his feet, back into the shadows. His throat smarted as he looked at what had caught him. A forked tongue flicked out of a fanged mouth. Their head swiveled to follow him as Felix moved. They had a knife too. One with a jagged sort of blade.

“I can smell you, shadow.”

Morgan had seen too much violence since coming to White Crest to mistake the sound of a fight. The smirk on her lips flickered as she turned. “Felix—?”

“You got way bigger problems than that, Dollface,” the same sneered. She swung her bat, hard enough to knock Morgan off her balance.

Her head felt like it was off kilter, but that was just her skull bones bending around the wound. It was right again in seconds and Morgan leveled her revolver again to fire off another round, this one landing square into the girl’s eye. Faintly, she knew she hated guns. The sound, the way they looked, how they went from zero to disaster with just a bang. But something strange in her liked it too. She readied another shot, but the dame was already charging her, anger blazing out of her now ruined face. She was hell in high heels and creamsicle orange. Hell and payback. The bullet hadn’t even moved her an inch. Morgan threw away her gun, useless, and tried to run. A hand caught her by the hair by the hair and dragged her back.

“Zombie, huh? This is gonna be fun.”

“Morgan, ya alright?” Felix’s eyes were ahead but his ears were behind him. His expression wavered from one of confidence to one of concern. He liked Morgan. A great deal. And they had people to get home to, let alone a fucking point to get across. Any wavering halted. When he moved, the lamia’s eyes followed him. They placed themselves as a body between the box full of iridescence and the lampade itching to get his hands on it. Felix slipped his jacket off and wadded it up. It could be said that Felix was a planner but as he rocked off his heels and went forward, not much thought went into it. The lamia struck out, their knife cutting easy through the fabric. The tip nicked Felix’s palm as he let go and danced back. The lamia’s tongue flicked out again as he stepped through the shadows.

The fae hit his heel against the ground hard enough to spring the knife from his shoe before he lunged forward with a kick. The lamia was larger than him, muscle packed tight together, and he felt it when the knife in his shoe clipped through the lamia’s suit pants to lodge itself in. It wasn’t the strongest of knives and it broke off as Felix pulled his foot back. The lamia jabbed at him again with the knife and cut a line of black, ink blood across his chest. Felix hissed then grinned as he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, switchblade still in hand.

“Alright, alright,” he muttered out with a laugh. “So much for working this out, huh?”

The next time, it was the lamia that moved to meet him in the dark. Knives out.

Morgan caught the dame’s hands and twirled in her grasp, getting enough space to knee her in the stomach, get a new grip on her arms, and throw her into a stack of crates. She didn’t run this time, but picked up her opponent and slam her down again. Maybe if she’d been some lousy human, it would’ve broken her in a couple of pieces, but this girl wasn’t the type to roll over easy. She pulled out a knife from the front of her shirt. It wasn’t big enough to lob off her head, not quickly anyway, but her eyes burned red and Morgan realized she was staring down a bonafide vampire.

They tousled, slinging blows with all their strength and all the ruthlessness of two women desperate for a win. No more maybe this times. Morgan was walking out of here with her prize for Erin. With something done the right way. Crates shattered under Morgan as the dame threw her again. Glass and powder spilled onto the floor. Morgan didn’t care, those goods weren’t her problem. She grabbed some of the broken wood and swung it hard enough to crack the damn thing to bits. When she was through, she had a nice stake sized piece, sharp and jagged, as far as the stuff went.

The vampire dame snarled and leapt out of her reach.

“What’s the matter, doll?” Morgan asked. “I thought we were gonna dance.” If nothing else, she sure as hell hoped Felix found this magic blade soon.

It had been a hot minute since Felix had been in a knife fight. After everything that had happened, he supposed it was only a matter of time. As he weaved through the shadows of the warehouse, the lamia was there with him. His glamour had dropped the more that black wisps of blood smoked out of his dress shirt. Knife fights were ugly, feral affairs. He couldn’t help but grin as he ducked back from the lamia’s swipe. Only for him to come to a stop as a painful tug spread pain along the top of his skull. The lamia’s hand was wrapped around the main beam of his right antler, close to the fork. Felix reared his head back and flipped the knife in his hand to stab at the lamia’s hand. The blade nicked skin but it wasn’t much. The lamia who had him locked in place kicked at the side of his leg and brought him down hard to his knees.

His eyes widened and flashed white as the lamia brought the serrated edge of his knife to the bone. Felix frantically shook his head violently and tried to rear back. Dig his heels into the ground to force himself back into the dark. It didn’t matter. The lamia would find him and he wasn’t going anywhere.

The lamia knew what he was doing. Maybe it hadn’t been the first time for them. But it had been the first time for Felix. Breakage. The crack deafened him. Dulled his senses to anything other than pain and pure, undiluted rage. As the antler separated from him, the lamia stepped back from the force of it. Felix was on them in an instant as he threw his full weight into him. The antler clattered from their grasp and the fae took it in hand. Didn’t second guess when he started to plunge it through the lamia’s scales. The ones that lined their neck, their chest, their organs. All the soft parts that made the rest crumble.

He didn’t realize he was yelling until the lamia went still underneath him and inhuman blood splashed his chest. His chest heaved as he sat back, eyes wide and wild. His throat hurt. His head hurt. Momentarily, he forgot what they were there for until his eyes locked on the box and he brought himself to stand. Antler still in hand, he went to it and looked back to where he could hear the sound of Morgan’s own scuffle.

“Morgan,” he rasped out. “Fucking kill her, huh?”

They were bounding through the warehouse, chasing each other like filthy animals. Somewhere between running around crates, the dame found Morgan’s gun and had herself a nice time driving the rest of the bullets into her body. The steam was still on the muzzle when the wounds healed up, but the rounds must’ve sounded like pennies from heaven all the same. She heard the shouting and stopped to turn. It was the wrong move. The dame’s bat smashed against her skull, hard enough to send sparks through her vision.

“Maybe get the fucking knife, huh?” Morgan called back.

She still had a grip on the stake, but the vampire was hanging around her like a goddamn flying monkey. Morgan lost count of how many surfaces she bashed her into befor she let go and slid off. It wasn’t every day you regretted bringing a gun to a knife fight, but that was White Crest for you. Morgan pinned the dame down and decked her with her fist. Felix hadn’t sounded so hot when he called out to her. They needed to end this quickly. The stake came up--and splintered in the vampire’s grip. Morgan didn't even see her arms come up to knock her down, just the view of those damn go-go boots as she ran away. Good riddance.

“That’s gonna be a ‘negative’ on that kill,” she groaned, easing up to her feet. “But she’s out of our hair. Maybe some son of a gun hunter will have a better night. You find it yet?”

“If not,” Felix started as he approached the box. “I’m sure I can hire somebody. Plenty of fucking nobodies that wouldn’t mind getting a tooth or two from her.”

He tried to ignore the splinter ache in his head. Even as he tilted it, it felt lighter. Unbalanced. Uneven. His forehead felt wet and as he touched his fingertips to it, pulled them back, he saw more bloody wisps. His skin felt cold, his nerves even more so. The fae looked at Morgan with dim half-moon, a fist clenched around his broken antler. The knife sat unbothered atop a heap of fabric. With the exception of its glass blade, it was otherwise unexceptional. Bullets and blades for another kind of destruction. What the fuck else was new.

“I did. You alright?” The question was clipped with an aimless agitation. No, it wasn’t aimless. He knew exactly who he was pissed at. He gestured loosely at the knife and leered at it. “That’s the fucking thing right there. It better be worth it after all this shit.”

Morgan shuffled over to Felix, giving a whistle when she saw how worse for where he was. “You had a worse time than me. Guess Roy got the same tip we did, and wanted to get ahead of the game. And now that dame knows who Erin’s friends are. She’s gonna blab to Roy and give him the scoop.” Morgan spat on the ground, shaking her head. She was too small to see from the ground, but one hop onto one of the few crates that wasn’t busted and she could see what all the fuss was about.

The hilt wasn’t anything special, but the glass was a beaut, thick enough that you could spit on one end and not tell from the other, and serrated, brought to a deadly point. Morgan couldn’t imagine you made something like this in any old forge, but what did she know about this stuff. “In the right hands, it’ll stick Roy in the ground for good, and that ain’t nothing,” she said. “Come on, compadre. I’m feelin’ like a cigar. This ol’ brain is a doozie, and you need to get the edge off before that ride home.”

Felix made a low sound of affirmation. “It’s not every day you break an antler,” he intoned. It truly fucking wasn’t and his lip curled. “That sounds about par for the course in this town, huh? Word travels fast.” He glanced at the dead body of the lamia. Whether or not they had been close to Roy, he didn’t care. A dead body was a message all the same. He shrugged loosely as he looked back at Morgan. The night was still fun in its own way, breakage and bullets be damned. “Lucky us.”

“Think I’ll need more than a cigar but I ain’t about to turn that down,” he said with a glance to Morgan as he pieced his human glamour back together. His glasses were somewhere but he wasn’t in the mood to look for them. He wasn’t in the mood for much other than that cigar she offered. “Roy will be in the ground before he fucking knows it and y’know, I like the sound of that very much. Let’s get out of here. We did good and ought to treat ourselves to something nice.”

With the knife in their possession, they could leave the warehouse and good riddance to that. It’d be nice to burn it down, he thought. Burn it all down. His anger was loud and alive in his head. His hate. As they made to leave, one thought crossed his mind. Just how tired he was of only walking White Crest’s streets. He wanted to fucking own them.

#wr felix #wr chatzy #wr felix chatzy #gun use tw #shooting tw #wickedswriting

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The Lucky One

author: @etherealhood

word count: 3,057

warnings: so fluffy, lil bit of angst if you squint

a/n: alright guys lemme just say that dad!calum is literally my favorite concept, so i was so compelled to write this! thank you to my favorite lady, @h0tsos for being an angel and letting me ruin her with some fluff! enjoy!

pairing: calum hood x reader

Getting comfortable when you’re seven months is probably the most unlikely thing to happen. But as she sat on the couch, her legs stretched out into her husband’s lap, his hands rubbing at her swollen feet while her little ones cuddled into her sides, she was practically thanking the heavens for giving her any kind of relief.

For the first time in weeks, she wasn’t cursing her husband for having such a high sex drive and being so adamantly against condoms. Right now, everything was so perfect. The love of her life was touching her so tenderly, her daughter’s head on her chest while her son laid his head on her stomach. Duke, their dog, slept soundfully on his bed in the corner of the room. She found her stomach fluttering at the idea of having another baby added to the equation in just a few short months.

With a content smile on her lips and her eyes on the movie that played on the television, she suddenly felt a rhythmic series of twitches coming from the top of her swollen stomach. A distinct jab was felt on her right side, close to where her daughter, Avalon’s tiny hand rested.

The little girl’s head snapped down towards the movement she felt before looking at her mother with wide eyes. The five year-old’s lips parted as she furrowed her eyebrows, looking just like her dad when he was confused. “Mommy?” Avalon’s worried voice prompted both Calum and their son, Niko, to look at the two girls.

“Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart.” Y/N said softly, running her fingers through Avalon’s long and curly hair. The little dog who’d been sleeping walked over to the little girl when he heard the distress in her voice, hoping to give her some comfort as he plopped down next to her, laying his head on her knee.

“Are you okay?” Avalon asked, biting her bottom lip nervously.

Before she could say anything else, another butterfly-in-the-stomach sensation jostled in her belly and this time Niko was just as confused as his twin. His brown eyes were swirling with a puzzled look and he sat up, no longer laying parallel to his mother’s body. “Did we hurt you, Mama?” He asked, his voice trembling. “Why’s your tummy moving?”

“No, I’m alright, babies.” Y/N cupped Niko’s cheek and stroked his cheekbone with her thumb, doing the same to her daughter. She looked from the innocent and concerned faces of her children to the knowing one of her husband. He smiled at her, an amused chuckle falling from his lips. She looked back to Avalon and Niko.

Calum cleared his throat before speaking, his little ones looking at their father for help. “That movement that you feel, it’s the baby in Mommy’s tummy. She’s kickin’ around in there.”

“Why? Does she not like Mommy?” Niko asked, tilting his head curiously.

Calum laughed once more and shook his head. “No, buddy. The baby loves Mommy, just like you, me, and Av do.” He kept his hand on his wife’s shin, his thumb subconsciously rubbing her smooth skin.

“Then why does she kick her?” Avalon spoke up, her hand pulled to her chest as she looked nervously at her mother’s stomach. “That’s not very nice.”

“She’s kicking because she’s happy. You know, she really likes when you talk to her.” Y/N explained, pressing the tips of her fingers around her belly to see if she could get a better feel of the kicks.

Niko raised an eyebrow, looking between his mother and father before whispering, “She can hear us?”

“Pretty cool, huh, Niko?” Calum asked with the biggest smile on his face. Niko’s own smile grew as he nodded. “Wanna see something?” He asked the twins, to which they eagerly nodded. Y/N had a feeling of what he wanted to show them so she turned to put her feet on the ground as her husband kneeled before her, Niko and Avalon watching from their seats on the couch.

Calum’s large hands went to her belly, his fingers lifting up her t-shirt to reveal his wife’s swollen stomach, her belly button poking out. Avalon giggled. “Look at Mama’s belly button!” Both of their children laughed at the silly little detail, making their parents smile fondly to themselves.

As he cupped her stomach with his large and warm hands, Calum’s wedding ring was cool against her skin. He looked up at the love of his life, his eyes on her face as she watched his hands on her stomach before looking back at him.

They shared a moment of silence between them. The sparkling look of devotion in their eyes saying something that simply didn’t need words to be conveyed. Her hands came down on top of his, her fingers lacing with his as he moved his hands up her stomach.

He leaned in to her body, his mouth inches away from her pregnant belly. All while keeping his eyes on hers, he began speaking to their child. “Hi, little one. It’s Daddy.” He said, immediately feeling the jostle of his daughter under his touch. The baby was big enough at this stage in her pregnancy that the baby’s kicking could be seen by the movement under her skin.

Y/N looked to her children and felt her heart swell as the awe that was etched across their nearly identical faces. From the day they were born, she’d been saying how glad she was that they looked so much like Calum. They were his carbon copies with their dark curls, their little noses, their brown eyes, and those heart-warming smiles that she had such a hard time saying ‘no’ to. She was hoping more than anything that the one residing inside of her would be just like the three people she loved most in the whole world.

“You know, your brother and sister are here, sweetheart. You gave them quite a scare when you started kicking Mama.” He chuckled, his happiness bursting from him at the kicks his unborn daughter made against his palms. “But I know that they’re so excited to meet you, they can’t wait for you to finally be here. And Mama and I can't wait to meet you. I love you, darling.”

“Can I say something, Daddy?” Niko asked, Calum nodding in return, moving away so his son could get close. He looked up at his mother, his brown eyes meeting hers as he set his hands on her tummy as Calum had been doing moments ago. She nodded encouragingly, giving him a gentle, reassuring smile.

He sighed before smiling to himself. “Hi, baby. I‘m Niko and I’m really excited to meet you. I’m gonna be the bestest big brother ever and I’ll share my toys with you all the time! I love you so much.” He said, tapping his fingers against his mom’s belly, feeling the baby’s feet move under his hand. He gasped and looked at Y/N. “That was so cool.”

“My turn!” Avalon exclaimed, slightly shoving her brother out of the way as she took his spot, putting her hands where his once were. As if she was realizing that she didn’t know what to do, she looked over at her father who was now holding Niko in his lap. She pouted, scrunching up her eyebrows and jutting out her lips like Calum had done many times before. “Daddy, I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s okay, sweetheart. Just introduce yourself and tell her you love her.” He suggested. “Say whatever you want.”

“Anything?” Avalon quirked an eyebrow.

Calum chuckled before nodding. “Anything.”

Avalon’s confident smile came back to her mouth, a fond gleam in her eyes as she looked at her mother’s stomach. “Okay, well, I’m Avalon. I like cookies and chicken nuggets, and I hope you do, too.” She said, her parents laughing at the unexpected things she said. They should’ve known that she’d say something like that, but in the moment, it was something they were not expecting. Their daughter continued on. “I’m gonna be your sister. And I love you already.”

Y/N felt her baby shift around again, her daughter beaming at the sight and feel. “You can kiss my belly if you want, my love.” Avalon leaned in and planted her lips on Y/N’s skin, leaving a bit of a slobbery kiss in her wake.

“Ooh! My turn!” Niko said, jumping off of Calum and onto the ground, getting on his knees. He left a sweet peck to the right of his mother’s belly button, genuinely surprised when he felt the unborn child kick up where he’d kissed. His eyes were wide and he laughed. “Whew. That was kinda scary, baby.”

“She did it because she loves you, Niko.” Y/N told him, smiling as he climbed back up on the couch and cuddled into her side. He wrapped his left arm around her front, leaning his head against her warm chest.

She felt her heart melt at how cuddly and sweet her little boy was. “I love you, Mama.”

“I love you, Niko. So so much.”

“Mommy, I love you, too.” Avalon whispered as she closed her eyes tiredly while laying against Calum’s chest.

Y/N planted a kiss on Avalon’s cheek. “I love you to the moon and back, Av.”

Niko tightened his hold on his mother as his eyes started drooping in exhaustion. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head as he yawned. “Come on, let’s get you two to bed.”

The family of four turned off the tv, Niko and Avalon in Calum’s arms as they all went up the stairs, their little dog hot on their heels. The parents took the twins to their room, laying them down in their separate beds. Calum kissed Avalon on the forehead, telling her how much he loved her before doing the same to Niko. Duke tiredly jumped up onto his bed, laying at his feet.

“Mommy, can we talk to the baby tomorrow?” Avalon’s sleepy voice asked. Y/N was sitting on the edge of her bed as she nodded, pushing a stray curl out her daughter’s face and behind her ear, cupping the child’s cheek in her palm.

“Only if you, Niko, and Daddy make me pancakes in the morning.” She whispered, relishing in the laugh that came from not only her daughter, but her husband as well. Avalon nodded and agreed to the deal. “Alright, get some sleep, Av.” Y/N gave Avalon a quick kiss on the nose before Calum grabbed her hand, helping her off the bed, the two of them walking towards the door and turning off the light.

Calum closed the door behind them and they made their way down the hall to their bedroom. Y/N pulled off her pajama shorts and her shirt before she crawled into bed, laying on her left side and waiting for Calum to lay down with her. She felt the bed dip behind her and his arm immediately wrapped around her body, one of his hands on her round stomach, tracing shapes on her skin. His body pressed against hers, his bare chest warm against her back and his legs tangled with hers.

“I can’t wait for you to have this baby.” He whispered, his stubbled chin scratching at the skin of her neck. She hummed and leaned back against him, her hand lacing with Calum’s on her tummy.

“Me too.” She sighed contently, closing her eyes. “You think the twins are excited?”

Calum smiled to himself, kissing his wife’s earlobe. “Definitely. They’re gonna be great with her.” His stomach fluttered at the thought of his growing family. He often found himself thinking how lucky he was to have found someone that he loved unconditionally.

Sometimes he’d just watch her and admire every little thing she was and every little thing she did. Because before her, he’d never been so infatuated with a single person. He never found himself with a rapid heart beat just at the sensation of lips slanting over his unless they were her lips. He never found himself with an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach when he had to pull away from a warm body in the morning unless it was her that had been pressed up against him all night. He was never left with goosebumps when fingertips gently grazed over his caramel skin unless it was her touch.

And sometimes he was so sure that his life was a dream. He was sure that he’d be woken up any minute and be drastically disappointed when he realized that he didn’t have his stunning partner laying her head over his heart as she slept or their beautiful children down the hall ready to raise some hell for the day. But then she touched him and anchored him back down into reality, reminding him that this was all real and that he was truly just that lucky.

Without her, without their family, he wasn’t sure where he’d be, who he’d be. Y/N, Avalon, and Niko were absolutely everything to him and he’d rather die than get a glimpse of what his life would have been like without them. So when he was woken up in the mornings to his look-alikes jumping on the bed and disturbing the serene moment that he and his wife shared, he wasn’t upset. He thanked whatever or whoever was listening for giving him absolutely everything he never knew he wanted.

With this in mind, he tightened his hold on Y/N, squeezing her hand and nuzzling his face into her shoulder. She stroked her thumb over his DSH tattoo, the metal of his silver bracelet cold against her skin. “You alright, baby?” She whispered, her voice sweet and full of genuine concern at him tensing up.

He was silent for a moment. “I never knew I could feel like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just… I never want to let go of what we have. I’m so happy, Y/N. I’ve never been so happy. You and our babies make me so happy. I’m so scared that I’m gonna lose it one day.”

Y/N turned over, laying on her back as she looked up at Calum, who was now resting his head on his left hand. He looked down at her, his fingers moving towards her face to gently trail over her cheek, his thumb tracing her oh so soft lips. “You make us so happy, Cal. You know that, right?”

He licked his lips and frowned, shrugging in response. “I don’t know. I’m just not here all the time and sometimes I feel like you guys deserve better than me. Like you deserve a better man than me.” He mumbled, watching as his hand cupped her cheek.

Her hand went over his, her fingers wrapping around his. The wedding ring she wore on her left hand glistened, catching his eye. She turned her head and kissed the heel of his palm. “You are the man of my dreams and I know with all my heart that there will never be another man who can love us like you do.” She said, her voice lowering as she emphasized her next words. “Who could love me like you do. Calum, I love you so much that it’s impossible to even breathe when you’re not here.”

Calum’s eyes visibly watered at the words he knew to be true and he closed his eyes before he leaned into her, his forehead resting against hers, nose nuzzling with hers. His lips grazed over her own as he spoke. “I’m so in love with you.” He pressed his lips to hers, putting all of the devotion in his heart into the way he kissed her. He fell in love with the magical taste she left seeping into his skin. He kissed her and God, he swore he could taste the next sixty years of his life.

Y/N’s eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, lightly tickling his cheeks. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder, her fingers combing through the silky curls in the back of his head. Her leg hooked over his waist, pulling him closer into her body—well as close as she could being 30 weeks pregnant. She pulled his lip between her teeth, making him utter a breathy groan from the back of his throat.

As he moved to hover over her, his hands pressing into the pillow on either side of her head, his stomach pressed to hers. He parted her mouth with his, before allowing their tongues to find one another. With his body pressed against hers, he suddenly felt a jostle beneath him, a movement from her stomach kicking him in the abdomen.

His lips pulled off of hers and he looked down between them where the kick had come from. With a laugh, he looked back up at his wife. She smiled brightly at him, her lips swollen as she parted, clearly breathless from his kiss. “I think she wants to say that she loves you, too, Cal.” She said to him.

“Well, I love her so much more.” He told her before moving down her body, laying next to her stomach. His hand pressed against her belly, to the right of her bulging belly button. “I can’t wait to meet you, Leia.”

“Leia?” Y/N asked, her fingers running through his hair, fingernails gently scratching at his scalp.

Calum smiled bashfully and nodded. “I think it suits her, don’t you?” She pulled him back up towards her and kissed him softly, her hand holding his strong jaw. He chuckled and looked unto her eyes fondly. “I’ll take that as a yes?” His brow raised in question.

“It’ll be a yes if you keep me warm all night long.” She teased him with a smirk, turning on her side once more. He agreed with yet another laugh and pressed his body back into hers, spooning her. His hand went to her stomach again and another kick pressed to his palm.

“That can be arranged, my love.” He whispered in her ear, kissing her bare shoulder. His wife was quick to fall asleep and all Calum was left to do was hold her, knowing he was the luckiest man alive.

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theprojectionstalpha · 3 years ago

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649 days till Graduation Day

Prologue There was the slightest bit of noise that silent night. The only thing heard was the small tip-tap of footsteps in the basement hall as the person was trying to escape a force unseen that was silently following them. "!!!" They tripped but got back up and made a wall of black fire, hoping that will buy his time as he ran again. He would scream if he could but his mouth had been sewn together and he was 300 feet below the surface....250.....100....30....1. He was so close to the door but it was locked and he tried to break the door down but the force was now towering him as he looked behind, tears falling and his cries going unheard by anyone.

"Ah! Mom! Why are you in my room!?" A loud and annoyed voice whined as a pillow was placed over their face to block the bright sunlight from shining on their face. "I'm in your room, Stella, because it is 10:57 am and it's your birthday, so get up!" The older woman said as she made her hand spark a bit and poked her child. "Ack-" The once sleepy Stella fell off their bed and hit their rug covered marble floor, "ow! Alright, I'm up crazy woman...." She stood up and popped her back but only got shocked again, "ah! What was that for!?" Stella whined at their mom. Stella's mom just laughed, "making sure your awake." She left Stella's room, letting the angry mage whine and go to their bathroom to get ready for the day.

After about 20 minutes, Stella left their room and almost tripped over a bunch of toys, "what the?" They saw they stepped in slime, "Gray! Gianna!" They shouted for the twins as they came running up the stairs. "Yeah?" Gray said, annoyed as he had just been doing something important which Stella knew was a lie. "How many times have I told you not to play slime tag in front of my room?" Stella put their hands together and pointed them towards their little siblings. "Sorry! We will clean it up!" Gianna, being her happy go lucky self said as the two began to clean it up. Stella walked downstairs, waving to their dad who was fixing up the bay window in the living room, and made their way to the kitchen where they found a plate of fresh pancakes waiting and their mom excited, hiding something behind her back. "You're acting weirder than normal mom." They laughed a bit and opened the syrup bottle, pouring some on their pancakes, and ate happily. "Guess who got a letter from Rutherford Trinity High?" Stella's mom said happily. Stella, who had been drinking milk, spewed it out and coughed, their whole face wearing shock, "what!? No way!" Their mom handed them the letter and Stella ripped it up, wondering what such a prestigious school wanted with her.

The letter was on silk-like paper which was nice to the touch, thread designs along the edges. Stella's eyes sparkled as they let their thumb rub over the soft paper and thread. "Hm?" They got over the softness of the paper and went onto the letter which read,

'Dear Stelliana Everdale,

I hope this letter finds you and your family in good health. We have sent this letter to you to invite you to spend your high school years here at Rutherford Trinity High University. Before you ask, no you won't have to pay anything. See this as a scholarship. We have seen your grades and hard-work throughout your years of schooling and are proud to pay in full for a dorm, classes, and lunch. If you are interested in joining our school we have put a number below for you to contact and times we are free. We would love you to join our school Ms. Everdale.

Yours's truly, Headmaster Ray Techlia'

"..." Stella was the least to say in shock. "What's the letter about Stella?" The mom sat next to her child, Stella had come out non-binary to her a few years ago and she was supportive, as Stella's step-dad walked in, "you all okay?" He laughed a bit and wiped his hands off. "They want me to join..." Stella said through their shock. "Sweetie I can not hear you and I'm right by you." Stella's mom pat their head, "Mom they want me to join their school!" Stella jumped off their seat happy as their mom did the same and they hugged happily, Stella's step-dad joining in and lifting them, spinning them, and laughed. "See babe? I knew my baby was smart!" Stella's mom praised and kept hugging her child. "They said to call them if I wanted to," Stella said, still in shock. Stella's mom and step-dad took the paper and went to another room to make the call. Stella was left in the kitchen alone, "..." They left out the backdoor and ran to their bike.

Once Stella had hopped onto their bike, they took off down the sidewalk, "..." They rode to a clearing on a cliff which was a good way away. "..." They passed trees, rocks, valleys, roads, large buildings, small neighborhoods, everything till they got to the beautiful cliff overlooking the beautiful view of the world they lived in. "....heh." They walked to the edge and smiled as they felt the sun on their face. They had to think, 'was this all true? Was their hard work paying off?' "..." Stella looked to the clear blue sky and smiled, "I hope your proud dad." They stood up and raised their hands to the sky.

Meanwhile, in a dark underground place live a creature so full of evil he didn't have a name...he was only known as the creature. "Was the letter delivered?" A dark voice boomed. "Y-Yes, sir." A young woman said, nervous that she would be slaughtered if she said the wrong thing. "Good....that girl's power will be mine." A large claw formed into a fist around a poor person's head that was now just mush and blood seeped through the claw and dropped what used to be a head. "Sir if I might ask, what is so important about this girl's powers that you sent her here...?" The young woman said nervously. There was a pause then silence, "I didn't say you could ask further questions now....did I?" He must have stood up as the woman grew scared and looked up since the large force now towered over her, "!!!" She screamed as she was picked and given to a bunch of wild animals that were dying for food, "this will teach you to never go beyond what I ask..." the thing tossed her into the cage and locked it, sitting back down on his large throne, the woman's screams filling the air. "Don't worry Stelliana....we will meet very soon...I can feel it." His dark laugh boomed throughout the darkroom and halls of the school basement.

Stella got back home, to see their parents watching a movie with the twins, "what is y'all watching?" They peeked over their step-dad's shoulder. The mom shrugged, "I don't know, the twins put it on so why not?" She laughed a bit as Stella rolled their eyes, "well imma head to my room." They kissed the twin's heads and went up to their room. They wanted to research this school they were going to be spending a lot of their life. "..." They brought out their laptop and began their search. They typed in Rutherford Trinity High into the search bar and it didn't take long for millions of results to come up, "that was fast." They looked through every one of the results, only stopping at one that mentioned something about missing graduates, "h-huh?" This made them worry as they scrolled through, "It was five years ago...it could have been a small mishap...." If only they knew what they were about to get themself into by accepting to go to this school.

Stella shut the laptop quickly and set it down gently, plugging it back in and setting it on their nightstand. They turned off their lamp and laid down, looking to their ceiling, the glow in the dark stars and moons glowing softly in the dark. "...." They smiled and couldn't wait to finally see all their hard work pay off. Stella didn't know when they fell asleep that night but all they knew was that they had one weird dream.

#magic #lgbtq+#fantasy #mystery #orginal

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writing-the-end · 4 years ago

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Feral Friendship- Part 3

Masterpost

Haha I really love putting these right when the angst is at it’s peak- makes us all have to wait a little longer to see the resolution, and a break from all the sadness. I really do love Feral Friendship, and this is one of my favorite parts.

Ecto belongs to @cooler-cactus-block

Red belongs to @theguardiansofredland

The remaining infiltrators scuffle their heels against the jungle wood in Cub’s base. False holds the red banner out, but it feels like a hollow victory. Not even a victory- they just evened out the score. Cub looks at the bruised and rattled hermits before him. They’re covered in sand and leaves, looking like they’ve been camping for weeks. The sun is just starting to set on the first day of the game. “Where’s TFC’s entire team? And Scar?”

Xisuma shrugs. “We just know they haven’t returned.”

“Who knows? Maybe they have the second flag and are just being cautious, Sheshwammy.” Keralis offers, but the others seem less optimistic.

“And Scar?” Cub raises an eyebrow, taking the banner that False holds out. The wool fabric feels so good on his fingers. Such a hard fought item, finally in the hermits’ hands. He hands it off for Cleo to hang for scoring above the base.

“Unfortunately, reports indicate that he was captured after hiding that flag. Etho saw Avon flying back to their side with him. Though he didn’t seem that concerned.” Doc reports, scratching his chin with his reattached arm.

“As aggressive as they have been in their tactics, they’re still our friends. I don’t think they’ll harm Scar.” Joe adds.

“We aren’t going to let Scar’s sacrifice go to waste. We need to strike while the iron’s hot. I want everyone to rush for Ecto’s flag.” Cub clenches his fist as he swipes up the red scrap that symbolized Avon’s flag on the map. “Everyone that isn’t Cleo, Joe, or me should go in and fight through the minefield. If we just throw all we have at them, they can’t stop all of us.”

“Ah, the good old french revolution tactic.” Cleo hums.

Joe shrugs. “I mean, it worked in that case. At least our bastille doesn’t have muskets. Just cacti.”

Cub hushes them, and points towards the door. “You guys go, get to the border and storm for the flag. Us three will stay behind and keep watch for Avon.”

Stress flags down the patrols behind the headquarters, waving for the three pairs to follow the remaining infiltration teams. Together, they march to the border between lands. The defense team seems surprised by the new order, though all just as excited about getting to charge into the mysterious land beyond the cactus wall. Night has fallen over the land, and monsters creep and crawl in the desert. They can outrun the husks and spiders, and most are well armored against the creepers and skeletons. It’s the other team that they have to worry about.

It’s been a long time since Grian has seen a united hermit front, almost everyone here to tackle the wanderers. He admits it feels badass, like some superhero movie to have the crew lined up. Some of them have wings to fly over, others will run through and tackle what is on the ground. “For Scar! For the Dig team!”

The hermits charge into unknown territory, breaking down more of Ecto’s cactus wall and running across the desert like calvary on horses. In fact, some of them are on horses. Jevin and Beef speed ahead, weapons drawn and cutting a path through the monsters ahead of them.

But a horse can only take them so far. Jevin’s horse rears as he snaps the reins back, nearly falling into a sandpit that has opened up beneath them. The sand cascades into the cavern, followed by a single arrow shuttling after the blocks it disturbed. Ren spots Ecto, standing upright on a cactus tower about at the height he’s flying. She has a bow and a quiver full of arrows, snickering as the hermits on foot are forced into her minefield. They’re trapped in her land, of shifting sands and sharp spines.

Ren charges to knock her off, but the air is empty by the time he reaches her. Ecto has jumped, falling to the ground below in an elegant flip. And as her rotation turns her upward, a coy grin appears on her face towards Ren, and she salutes to her hermit friend. Ecto tucks up a moment later, rolling across the sand and taking off after the other hermits.

Ren’s about to dive after her, but it pulled back into the sky by Grian. He hadn’t seen Grian since they crossed into the desert, and his friend looks like he’s been running a marathon. Or at least flying one. “Avon’s over the border. She’s going after our flag.”

Ren turns to look back at the jungle, then to his fellow hermits below. “Go after her. You’re the best flyer on this whole server. If anyone has a chance to beat Avon in an air, it’s you my dude.”

“What about the others?” Grian looks at the desert, watching Mumbo squeeze through the cacti that Ecto has grown everywhere. Only to fall into a pit of sand. Ecto must’ve somehow built all those, but how is completely beyond Grian.

“I’ll round them up and tell them to get back and try to stop her.” Ren let’s go of his aloft ally, and the two part. While Ren relays the news to the others, Grian returns to chase after Avon. Cub had seen her flying in, and tried to take a few shots to keep her at bay, but none of the strategists are equipped for fighting. They shouldn’t have left their base so defenseless. Lucky for Grian, he can see Avon circling the canopy as he nears. It doesn’t look like she’s found any of the other flags.

Until she does. Like a phantom diving towards it’s weary prey, it’s an elegant dive. At least it is before she hits the tree while landing. A branch smacks her right in the face, knocking the angelic descent into a demonic crash. Even Grian winces at the hit, spiraling down to see the damage.

Avon’s on her feet before Grian lands, shaking the dizziness from her mind and sprinting towards the blue flag fluttering. It’s tucked in the leaves of an oak tree, where even the wind struggles to find it. By the time Grian has landed, she’s ripped it from it’s stake. “We’re playing this again, huh? Let’s see how good a flyer you really are.”

Grian sighs as Avon launches back into the air, daring for him to follow her. He’s not going to let her score again. This time, he plans to fight her midair as well. While she’s still rising above the treetops vertically, Grian takes off at an angle into the sky. Trying to intercept her midair, he pulls out his sword and spins it. The sign of a fight catches Avon’s attention. She pauses, wings opening wide to halt her ascent. For just a moment, She’s floating in the air, wings fully extended. She’s shadowed from behind by the full moon in the night, but Grian can clearly see purple irises sparkle with challenge, and a crooked grin like the chesire cat. “You aren’t going anywhere with that flag.”

Avon watches the moonlight glint off Grian’s diamond enchanted sword. It’s freeing to have her flag already captured, allowing her to focus on nabbing theirs. Toying with them. Ecto and Avon have been having a blast watching the hermits struggle against surviving in the wild. Surviving in their natural habitat. And they still haven’t seen the worst. She ties the banner to her belt and retrieves her trident.

And she dives. Closing her wings to drop beneath Grian, she opens again when she’s under him. Turning on her back, Avon throws her trident. Grian rockets away before it can hit him, and goes into chase after Avon and the flag. She flies low, weaving through the tallest trees of the jungle. He needs to gain on her, slow her down. She’s faster, more agile. But he’s clever.

Avon turns sharp around a tree, but Grian stays straight, shooting through a tiny gap between neighboring trees. Catching up with her. He lights off rockets, the wind whipping his blonde hair against his face. Grian gets close enough to strike, and doesn’t waste a moment.

The trident and the sword clash, a midair dogfight between the two commencing. It’s one thing to have a battle on land, but the sky is a whole different world. Head to head, metal clangs against crystal, sparks flaring in the night sky. Stars in their own right, pinpricks of light alive for an infinitesimal second before fading away.

Avon takes a pass at Grian, getting around him and gunning for the border. He grabs her foot before she can get away. She kicks her feet up, sending Grian flying into the air. He closes his elytra wings, and lets gravity drop him back down. Straight down towards Avon. Towards the flag tied to her waist. On his way down, his fingers wind into the blue banner and tears it free of her belt. Avon’s stunned as he reopens his wings and takes off back to the jungle. He only grins, sticking his tongue out and winking. “Pesky bird.”

Grian straps the flag to the halter of his elytra, freeing his hands for the attack he knows is coming. Avon won’t give up that easy. He’s seen her pass out before giving up. He was right, because when he looks over his shoulder she’s hot on his rockets. He lights off more, but it only takes a couple more strokes of Avon’s wings to catch up to him. Grian turns over, blocking her reach with his sword.

Avon just pushes the flat of his blade, vaulting herself over him. Suddenly he’s chasing her again, seemingly for no reason. Except that the jungle is this direction. “What are you even doing?”

“A surprise.” Avon chuckles, before vaulting into the sky. She stalls at the peak of her backflip, beginning to fall as he flies beneath her. Feet to the sky and arms reaching for him.

And retrieving the flag from his back. She snatches it mid backflip, creasing off and back to her teams side. Grian can’t even turn around fast enough to catch her. She’s beyond his vision before they reach the border. “Oh, Cub is not going to be happy about that.”

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Cleo glances over at Joe at her side, then back to Cub. He’s shifting around the iron nuggets at a feverish pace, mumbling to himself. Is this the loss of Scar, his fellow convex, finally taking a toll on him? Or is it because they’re losing again. “Cub, love, are you doing okay?”

“I don’t understand their tactics. It’s almost like they have none. But they’re winning.” Cub grips at what is left of his hair, moving the three golden nuggets around. Avon scored their second flag. He has two patrols watching the last flag. If it so much as moves, he wants to know. Ren and Grian are patrolling the skies, and the defense is back watching for Ecto or Avon. This entire time, it’s just been those two. Red must be their strategist. But that makes no sense. Red is a lot of things, but she definitely isn’t a strategist. She hardly thinks about her next move before doing it.

Cleo is tired of standing here, trapped in this dark room pouring over her maps and listening to mistakes. She needs to take matters into her own hands, and she knows exactly who else is itching to get into the fight again. Cleo grabs her rapier, busting through the door of the headquarters. Joe can at least calm Cub. Maybe a good poem will keep Cub from having a meltdown.

Meanwhile, Cleo saunters through the forest to find the other girls. Stress and False are patching up their wounds from the rush for the desert flag. Brush burns, bruises, and bandages all over them. “I think we all know what needs to be done.”

False grins as she sees Cleo rest her sword on her shoulder, green sutured skin chill against the metal blade. “Finally, we’re doing things the right way.”

“These guys have no clue what they’re messin’ with.” Stress hums, tugging on her bowstring to test it’s load.

“They see a loss. I see a challenge.” Cleo adds. “We’re going to get that flag, bring it back and even the odds for us. It’ll really raise spirits as well.”

“We know you’ve got a plan, so what is it?” False stands, stretching her arms with a relaxed smile. A bandage crinkles at her cheek, but she’s hardly bothered.

“We’re going to take TFC’s tunnel. They got the closest, even though it’s obvious now they’ve been trapped. If we continue to use it we can get right under Ecto’s flag. Us three have faster reflexes than them. We just need to be cautious.” Cleo starts off through the forest, tapping her blade against the trees as the other two girls follow. The moon is beginning to set, but there’s still more night ahead of them. Won’t matter much when they’re underground.

“If Stress stays back while we continue to dig, she can fish us out of any sand traps.” Stress picks through the potions that she’s been brewing while they waiting for the next attack. This is much more manageable than rushing the other side. She feels she can do so much more with just False and Cleo. Less ducks to keep in a row.

The three descend down the ladder, deep into the mines that the dig team left behind. False picks a torch off the wall, holding it up to see further. Firelight glistens off her goggles and cascades down her blonde hair. The three follow the straight mine. “This is definitely a lot more fun than I thought it was going to be.”

“I was sure we were gonna finish before noon, in all honesty. Those wanderers really can hold their own.” Stress chuckles.

Cleo giggles alongside her friends, before thoughts infiltrate. Back to the battle. “We’ve seen Avon and Ecto...has anyone mentioned Red?”

The other two both shake their heads. “No one’s seen him since the game started.”

“Let’s think about this.” Cleo states, continuing to walk through the tunnel. “We found Avon’s flag in the sky, and Ecto’s flag among the desert. So let’s put on our critical thinking caps on and deduce where Red likely is.”

“The ocean.” Stress whispers. It makes sense now. They were playing to their advantages. Using what they knew best.

“How will we get to the ocean when we can hardly even get across this desert?” False questions. It’s not even a big desert, more just a glorified beach with cacti.

“None of us are right fit for the sea either. Not like Red is, that’s for sure.” Stress looks through the potions she has. She may need to go fishing with this new information.

“It can’t be that bad. Red isn’t a fighter like Avon and Ecto. They probably put her at the back so we’d have to go through them first.” False points out.

“I don’t know...you see the way she got at the meeting? Even I was a little scared.” Doc must really have no fear, or didn’t notice the way Red’s entire body language shifted. If anything, the lack of sightings with Red is more terrifying. Like knowing a phantom is hovering over you, but not being able to see where it’s coming from.

False holds her arm out, stopping the other two before any can fall into the chasm. It’s not deep, and is mostly filled with sand that fell from above. A pit trap, just like what they saw in their invasion. Ecto’s signature, apart from cacti. “Not even BDubs would be stupid enough to get stuck in this.”

“But maybe they would get stuck in that.” Stress points over False’s shoulder, across the stone bridge and a bit deeper in the mine. Another hole. The girls creep across, holding their breath at the precarious sand stacked around them. “Iskall?”

“Stress? Is that you? Oh thank goodness someone finally found us.” Iskall jumps to try and see out of the cactus hole he’s trapped in. Even if he could climb out, there was nowhere for any of them to run, except into more cacti.

“Is this where you idiots have been?” Cleo snorts.

“Hey, hey, hey! We were trapped! Duped! Deceived!” BDubs clambers up a cacti, just enough to see the new team before releasing. And back to pulling needles from his arm.

“Why didn’t you guys dig out?” False tilts her head.

“No can do. It’s empty beneath this layer of sand. If any one of us dug through, we’d all go fallin’ even further.” TFC kicks sand in his little corner, watching it drizzle down the cacti roots like an hourglass. “We’ve been right trapped.”

“Are you guys here to save us?” BDubs croons. Stress bites her lip, looking at the supplies she brought. Definitely no rescue supplies.

“After we get the flag, we’ll come back to help. I promise boys. We’re losin’ something fierce, we really need to get this flag.” Stress looks to Cleo, who begins to build a path across the cactus pitfall.

“We’re actually losing? How?” Iskall questions, but none of the free hermits answer. They build past them, resuming the mining that they left. “You guys should be right under it soon. Be careful of cacti.”

Stress takes a step back, allowing False to dig a narrow staircase up. Cleo’s face lights up as a scrap of red becomes visible over the other hermit’s shoulder. They’ve done it.

#wandering stars #ecto #avon #red #hermitblr #hermitcraft #grianmc #zombiecleo #stressmonster101 #cubfan135 #falsesymmetry #xisuma #keralis #writing #minesona #mcsona #minecraft persona

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avengerscompound · 5 years ago

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She Sets the City on Fire - Crackle and Burn

She Sets the City on Fire: A Bruce Banner Fanfic

MASTERLIST PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Square: @brucebannerbingo R3 Wax Play

Rating: E

Warning: Age Gap, smut (MF, wax play, vaginal sex, come play)

Word Count: 1975

Pairing: Bruce Banner x OFC (Summer)

Summary: Bruce is drawn to Summer. She’s everything he wished he could be. Carefree, exciting, and she knows exactly who she is. There are so many reasons a relationship with her wouldn’t work. So why can’t he stop thinking about her?

A/N: On the first chapter

9. Crackle and Burn

A harsh alarm brought Bruce out of his hyper-focused work state. That zone he got into when there was nothing else in the world except cracking that one little thing he needed for his next breakthrough. Not even Hulk screaming at him in the back of his head about how bored he was would break through when he got like that.

The incessant annoying buzz of the alarm he set did it - although slowly. He looked up and blinked to see Tony on the other side of the lab lost in his own project. Bruce took off his glasses and put them in his pocket before switching off the alarm. He approached Tony and patted him on the shoulder. When Tony didn’t look up Bruce laughed softly.

“FRIDAY, make sure he doesn’t stay too long,” he said. “And maybe let Pepper know he’s stuck.”

“Of course, Doctor Banner.” The AI replied.

Bruce headed down to his floor. When the doors opened he saw the blizzard swirling outside. It was easy to forget what the weather was like when you were in the tower. Tony kept it just right, and the thick glass shielded the sounds of wind or rain. He was thankful that he was inside where he could comfortably walk around without having to add 12 layers of clothing.

It did mean he was unlikely to see Summer today. Or possibly the rest of the week if the weather kept up like this. He got out his phone to text her and check to see she was safe inside. As he was typing out his message he opened the door to his apartment. He looked up to see the room lit with candles and Summer, dressed in a matching bra and panty set with little red bows on them. She was dancing to the music and when she heard the door click open she turn and smiled at him.

“Summer?” Bruce said, surprised more than confused. He hadn’t expected the see her though the random drop-ins had been more frequent lately. He’d told FRIDAY just to let Summer in whenever she liked, essentially giving her a key to his place. “I thought you had classes.”

“They were canceled,” she said as she approached. “I didn’t want to be trapped in my place with Aidan for two days and I thought who would I like to be trapped with? And your name was right on top of the list.”

She walked her fingers up his chest and he circled an arm around her and pulled her close. “This is a nice surprise.”

He brought his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. She smiled into his lips and ran her hands up into his hair, her fingertips grazing over his scalp. He made a gentle purring sound and pulled her closer.

“Mmm…” She hummed as she pulled back and ran her hands down to his chest. “You happy to see me then?”

Bruce leaned his forehead against hers. “I’m always happy to see you.”

She started to toy with his belt. “How are you feeling today?” She asked. “I want to try something.”

He smiled down at her and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. The way he had been exploring sex with her had been truly something special. The confidence she gave him he couldn’t even explain completely. Part of it was the fact she still slept with other people. He never felt guilty saying no because if she really needed that desire to be fulfilled, she could find that elsewhere. With the pressure to perform off, he felt more confident to perform because the Hulk stayed quiet. Best of all, she always checked. She’d get an idea, and she’d ask if he was okay first. If he said he was stressed, she’d offer up a bath and cuddles and never appeared to be disappointed in any way. This was not a relationship he had ever foreseen having, but now he was in it, he could see it being it for him. She was his person. “I’m good. Today has been good.”

“Think you could tie me up?” She asked as she started to unbutton his shirt.

“Mmm… I definitely could handle that,” he said. “Was that all?”

She shook her head. “I was thinking…” she said, looking up into his eyes, her pale blue ones sparkling. “Maybe as part of the foreplay, you could drip hot wax on me.”

She bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him and tugged on his belt. He thought about it, and what Hulk might think of the process and gave a small node. “I think I can handle that, too,” he said. “You might need to talk me through it though. I don’t want to give you any serious burns.”

“Of course, Brucie,” Summer agreed, pulling him by the belt towards his bedroom “You have some medical training though, I’m sure you know more about that kind of thing than I do.”

When they got into the bedroom she began to help him undress. Unfastening his belt as he took off his shirt. “You know,” she purred as she pushed his pants down. “If you ever want to try something, you just have to say.”

He chuckled and tickled her side, making her squirm away from him. “So far, you’re a few steps ahead of where I’m thinking, Summer. But I promise I will if I think of something.”

She went to her bag, that was sitting beside his bed and pulled out a few things. First was a set of wrist restraints in pink leather and white lace. Next came a candle and finally a box of condoms. “I found rainbow ones,” she said grinning up at him.

“Lovely,” Bruce chuckled, getting up on his knees on the bed.

She lit the candle and took off her bra. “The candle is a low heat one, so you don’t have to worry too much. Start high and bring it down low. And keep it away from my pussy. I don’t want to have to pick wax out of my pubes.”

Bruce laughed. “Better try not to get any on me, huh?”

She giggled and ran her fingers through his chest hair. “Yes, that would be very painful for you.”

She gave him the cuffs and held out her hands. He carefully locked them around her wrists and pushed her back on the bed. She arched her back as he guided her hands over her head and attached the cuffs to the headboard.

“Mmm… I love it when you push me back like that,” she hummed. “I like when you take control.”

“You like when you take control too,” he teased, touching the tip of her nose.

She giggled and squirmed under him. “That’s true,” she lifted her hips up and put her foot in the middle of Bruce’s chest. “Brucie, I should be fine. But I want to use safe words. If I say red that means stop. If I say orange that means I don’t want you to stop but whatever you’re doing is hurting too much so just change a little. If you’re worried about the sounds I’m making or anything else and you ask me if I’m okay and I am. I’ll say -”

“Green?” He finished as he ran his hand down her throat and over her breasts. She always looked so vulnerable and small when he tied her up like this. If something went wrong, and the Hulk came out, that would be the end of her. He didn’t worry about things like that anymore. And really he knew it didn’t matter if Summer was tied up or not, she was the one in charge.

She giggled and ground her hips against him. “That’s right.”

“I think I can handle that,” he said. “Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Oh, yes, sir. I’ll be so good,” she hummed, wriggling against him.

He picked up the candle and held it up high looking down at her. She ground against him again, making his cock jump a little. “Look at you,” he said softly as he held the candle up and tilted it. A few drops of wax landed on her skin. The dark red of the wax hardening against the pale cream of her skin.

She moaned and arched up, making the wax crack. “You can go closer with the candle.”

He lowered it and tipped more wax over her stomach. Her skin turned pinked under the wax as it hardened on her skin and she let out a soft gasp. “Yes,” she hummed. “There’s good. You can go closer sometimes too.”

He reached up and ran his thumb over her lips. “Anything for my good girl.”

She sucked the end of his thumb and he poured more wax onto her skin this time running the candle up to her breasts. She bit his thumb gently as she moaned again.

He continued to drip the wax on her skin, making sure to give her small breaks. She moaned and gasped and squirmed under him, rutting against his now hard cock as he painted her skin red with wax. She started to curse with each new mark but when he check-in she mewled the word green.

Soon her skin was painted in thick stripes of red. It stood in dark contrast to the paleness of her skin, even with the way it had turned pink where the wax met her skin.

Her cunt glistened with moisture, he could smell her arousal and it made his cock twitch and leak in anticipation. He grabbed the condom off the bed and rolled it on, the faint stripes of color unfolding as he rolled it in place.

“Yes, Bruce!” Summer moaned, bucking up under him. Pieces of wax broke off and rolled down onto the sheets as she moved. “Fuck me.”

He grabbed her hips and thrust hard into her. She cried out and her hand balled into fists as she jerked against her bindings. He leaned down over her, pushing her knees up and kissing her hungrily.

Her cunt clenched and pulsed around his cock. Despite the snow swirling around the window sweat began to bead on his skin as he thrust deep into her. She moaned against his lips and jerked under him. She arched back suddenly and came, crying out, her body shuddering and her cunt clenching around his shaft.

“Oh god, Summer,” Bruce moaned, picking up his pace. His fingers dug into her hips and he sat back rubbing her clit hard and fast.

She cried out and came again, jerking against him. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” She babbled as her whole body spasmed.

He pulled out and rolled off the condom, jerking his cock and coming over her stomach. Hot ropes of white splattering over the red wax.

“Fuck, Bruce. You dirty boy,” Summer hummed happily.

Bruce smiled and lay down beside her and began to unbuckle her wrists. “I don’t know, Sum. It looks like you’re the one covered in mess, not me.”

Summer broke down into giggles. “We already knew I was a dirty girl.”

When her wrists were free she gently ran her fingers around the wax on her breasts, working it off in one large piece. “There you go, Brucie. Now you have a cast of my tits.”

Bruce laughed and leaned in and kissed her tenderly. “I’ll treasure it forever.” He said moving it to the bedside table. “Come on, my love. Let’s get you in the shower.”

“Mmmm that will be nice.” She said getting up.

He followed her into the bathroom. Generally speaking, Bruce didn’t love the snow. He’d come too naked in it after Hulk had gone on a rampage for him to appreciate it. But if he was going to get caught in a blizzard, at least with Summer he knew it would be interesting.

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