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carelessannie · 4 years ago

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maybe it goes like this: tony courts peter (part 8)

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Starker, WinterSpider, SpiderShield, Peter x Clint x OFC

Peter’s POV -> it’s been a rough semester, and pack related stress isn’t making anything easier. Maybe a packmate (or the whole pack) can help him out?

Major warnings: D/S Au, A/B/O Au, explicit d/s abo smut, femdom, edging, face-sitting, come eating, uhhh light CBT and hair pulling, light bondage, subdrop, and non-apologetic long discussions of sex-ed

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Maybe it goes like this:

There’s only a few weeks until finals, and of course this is when the pack has decided to move forward with officially mating and bonding. It’s not like Peter wants to postpone it, per se— it’s just, there’s so many steps involved with combining packs, and Peter can’t deal with dividing his attention between home and school.

And the lab. Dammit.

Until the end of their lease, his pack is living at their apartment during the week and at Tony’s place over the weekend. The whole upstairs of their house was built with bedroom suites, so each of them not only get a room of their own, but they have also built a makeshift nest upstairs that’s separate from Bucky’s nest downstairs. It’s been an easy transition this way— taking claim of a part of Tony’s home before a more intimate bond takes place— but Peter feels more and more stressed out as the weeks pass.

Currently, he’s staring at a screen in the lab, failing to comprehend any of the information in front of him. Over winter break, Peter was moved to a permanent position in a lab away from Tony. Pepper had insisted on it since they started getting serious, and Peter agreed. It was unprofessional to do that much cuddling at work.

The one downside now is that work has become mind-numbingly boring for most of the day. After this semester, Peter can transfer back to working in chemical engineering, or mechanics. Or even robotics. And after spending the last few months in software development and computer science, Peter is so ready for the change.

He checks the clock for the third time in the last five minutes. Still four o’clock. Still the same information in front of him.

If he squints hard enough, the code on his computer looks like Hieroglyphics.

“To- neeeey,” he whines, turning fully to face the Beta, “thank god, I’m dying. I can’t go on.”

There are a few snickers from other scientists in the lab, but Peter could care less as he watches Tony’s face crumble, “Oh sweet baby, come here,” and he opens his arms, pulling Peter in for a hug.

It only lasts a few moments, but Peter absorbs as much of Tony’s scent as he can while the Beta rocks him back and forth, stroking down his back and kissing whispered reassurances into his hair. He holds onto Tony’s tie, using it as leverage to stand up and nose around his collarbone.

Tony laughs and murmurs, “That tickles, Pete,” but Peter ignores him, dotting small kisses up the side up his neck until he can smell HappyArousedCalm coming off of his Beta.

There’s a hitch in Tony’s breath after Peter nibbles on his pulse point, “Need something from me, Omega?”

Peter hums, even as Tony pulls away slightly, “Yes, Beta,” he pauses as Tony tilts his head expectantly, “I need you to take me home.”

He watches Tony laugh, stepping back and looping an arm over Peter’s shoulders, before calling out to the room, vaguely, “Whoever’s in charge here, I’m taking him home. Because I’m actually in charge here. Okay— have a good weekend, goodbye.”

He’s towed away, barely sparing a second to grab his phone and shut down his station. They practically run out of the building— holding hands and laughing wildly as they throw their jackets into the back of Tony’s car and jump in the front seats.

“So— what are we doing with the long weekend, Tony?”

Tony starts the car, pulling out into the city, “I thought we’d go out for dinner and spend the evening in with our pack— how does that sound?”

“ Ooo,” Peter claps his hands, “that sounds perfect, Tony, oh my goodness. What do you have in mind?”

“How does seafood sound? I have a place I’ve been dying to take you.”

Peter turns, grabbing his boyfriend’s arm, “Where? Tony, where are we going?”

“Nope, not this time,” Tony shakes his head, weak, “it’s gonna be a surprise, dammit.”

“I’ll get it out of you— no secret is safe around me, Tony Stark.”

He winks and blows a kiss when Tony looks over, and the man looks terrified. Peter laughs, pulling a pair of sunglasses out of the center console and reclining back in the seat. It’s a little chilly still in early April, but the change of season means more sun, and the Omega is happy to roll up his dress shirt sleeves and bask in it like a pampered cat.

The drive passes comfortably and Peter adores sitting next to his handsome Beta— the whole world seeing that Tony is spoken for and claimed by the young Omega on his arm. Peter never thought he’d want to be a trophy Omega— and, technically, he isn’t— but something about being pampered and loved by the most powerful man in New York City has him preening where he sits.

He’s thankful the windows are down, or Tony would be able to smell it on him.

They pull around 59th and up to the curb across from Central Park. Tony exits the driver’s side, throws his keys to a waiting driver, and rounds the car to open Peter’s door. He steps out and grabs their jackets from the back seat, handing over Tony’s as the two of them link arms and hop onto the sidewalk.

“Where to, Tony?” he blinks up at his date, smiling innocently.

Tony hums, distracted, “Marea, just through the—”

“— Aha! —”

“— dammit! No! That doesn’t count!”

“Yes it does! I win,” Peter skips forward, doing a little dance in victory.

He feels Tony catch him around the waist, nuzzling into his neck, and knows the Beta is enjoying his HappyOmega scent. The two of them joke and tease for the rest of the walk into the restaurant, but Peter notices something as they walk through the door to be seated.

“Uh, Tony?”

“Yeah, Pete?”

“Where is everyone?” he asks, gesturing around the empty room.

Tony looks around and gives him a suspiciously innocent face, “Well... they may not be open, officially, for another hour.”

He tries to pull them further into the room, but Peter is frozen— speechless.

“Don’t give me that look, baby, I made some calls today and everything’s set, I’m paying for the extra hour, the service and the meals—”

“Tony,”

“— and even extra for the inconvenience, okay? I just wanted to treat you—”

Peter grabs his shirt collar, shutting him up with a kiss. Tony inhales against Peter’s lips and immediately takes control, snaking his hands up into Peter’s hair and pulling gently, tipping his head back to deepen the kiss. Their lips move together, perfectly synchronized, and Peter opens his mouth in an invitation. Tony just chuckles— briefly licking underneath his upper lip before pulling away and looking at Peter with a mixture of awe and amusement.

“You never have to justify treating me, Tony. I feel so special when you do,” Peter reaches up to brush his fingers through Tony’s short hair, feeling safe and warm in his hold.

The older man just grins, eyes bright, and leads them to their seats. Right in the center of the Ravello Room, their table has been set and lit with candles— a bottle of wine is chilling in an ice bath, and the maître d' stands nearby, greeting them and explaining the menu for the afternoon.

When she walks away, Tony reaches over and grabs Peter’s hand. They sit like this through the first two courses, and Peter’s content to share each of them with Tony, even if that means being basically hand fed by his boyfriend.

And it’s pretty hard to hand feed someone oysters.

The food is incredible, though, and their conversation is even better. Peter tries not to complain about work and school, but even when he inevitably does, Tony is patient and listens. He asks questions when necessary, and they even work through a few solutions to tougher problems together.

“I guess... I wish a few of the things with our pack were more definite,” Peter picks at his meal, separating the shrimp from the pasta.

“What do you mean, baby?” Tony asks, reaching over to steal a piece of shrimp.

Peter tries to defend his plate, jabbing at Tony’s hand with his fork, but misses. His pout deepens, “I dunno. I wish it wasn’t still up in the air who’s going to bond. I wish I knew how synchronizing goes, with our heats. I wish there was more communication about sex, and scenes, and who’s comfortable with what. I wish I knew the timeline,” he shakes his head, finally putting his fork down, “I don’t know, Tony, it just feels so out of control most of the time, I don’t know how to handle it.”

“I don’t think you can control it, sweetheart. There are six different people in this pack, and fifteen different individual relationships. Plus, two unique pack dynamics that need to merge. It’s uncomfortable, Petey, and it’s gonna take time.”

“I know that, Tony, it’s just… I’m supposed to be the center of this pack, and some days I don’t even know if you want to bond with me, so how—”

“I do.”

“— am I… what?”

“I do want to bond with you. God, I want nothing more in the world,” Tony reaches up to cup his cheek, “I can’t believe you doubted that, Peter. You know I love you, right?”

“I… I don’t…”

Tony’s eyes start to tear up, and he looks absolutely devastated, “I’m so sorry, baby. Dammit— I love you. I am completely gone on you. Every day I have to stop myself from keeping you all to myself; running away and starting a familial pack, just the two of us. There are so many steps: mating and bonding and collaring and marrying, and Peter— I want them all with you.”

Peter’s vision is blurry, tears falling freely as he frantically tries to wipe them away, “Tony, I— I had no idea. You never… we didn’t… I just assumed that we were getting there, you know? I’ve never been in love before, Tony—”

“It’s okay, Peter, you don’t have to—”

“— but I am in love with you. God, we’re stupid, aren’t we?” both of them laugh, wet and joyful, “everything’s just so confusing right now.”

“I know, baby, I know,” Tony coos, pulling on Peter’s wrist until he’s up, out of his seat, and moving to sit across Tony’s lap. He loves that when he sits like this and curls up, his head fits perfectly under Tony’s chin, and his mate’s arms wrap soundly around his waist.

“Da— Tony,” Peter whines, barely catching the slip up— not time for that conversation yet, Pete— as Tony holds him tighter.

“Need me to help you, baby?” Tony murmurs right next to his ear, making him shiver, “you know, you don’t have to do it all alone.”

“I know— Steve is supposed to help—”

“Not just Steve,” Tony grips his arms, looking him in the eye, “all of us. Especially me. I want to help you. Will you let me?”

It’s a heavy question, Peter knows. He knows that he needs help— but trusting someone else to do the work and do it right… only Clint, Annie and May are close enough for that. And barely so. It takes a lot for Peter to trust, it’s uncomfortable. But if he claims to love Tony—

“Yes, Beta. I need— I need your help.”

The restaurant around them is forgotten as Tony whispers, “Good boy,” and Peter starts to float, only tethered down by the warmth of his mate’s arms, the scent of Cinnamon and smoky Bonfires holding him together.

“Eat this, baby,” and he opens his mouth, biting down obediently. It’s chocolatey and creamy and crunchy— he has to focus on chewing, and Tony’s fingers around his mouth and on his arms are helping to pull him back up. “Stay up for me, Peter. I’m gonna talk and then we’ll have a conversation, baby.”

Peter finds himself switching focus between eating the dessert and following Tony’s story about… his mom? And a secret hideout?

“— mom could never find me, but, I don’t know, I don’t think she ever tried, you know? It wasn’t that hard to find.”

“She probably knew and just wanted you to have a place to yourself,” Peter mumbles into Tony’s neck.

Tony pulls him away, holding him at arm’s length and looking into his eyes for a long moment.

“You up, Pete? Ready to talk?” he asks, and Peter nods, moving to get off Tony’s lap. The older Beta lets him, and Tony stands up to move their chairs closer together. When Peter sits down, Tony immediately takes his hand and continues eating like nothing happened.

“Okay— I’m gonna start. First, we need to talk about your pack Pete. I know Bucky’s gonna want to bond with everyone, he’s told me as much, but especially you and Annie need to decide who you’re bonding with. Have you talked to Steve at all about it?”

“Yes, we’ve been going on dates, and... everything is so natural with Steve, which I guess makes sense since we’re so compatible,” he pauses, thoughtful, “I think I want to bond with everyone, too. I can’t speak for Annie, but I think you and Steve are the only ones who she’s hesitant about.”

“I get that. Have the three of you talked about going to the O clinic?”

Peter gives an affirmative hum, “Yes, but Tony… I don’t think Bucky’s ever been. I mentioned going together, and he looked so confused.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” Tony chuckles to himself, eating the last bit of his mousse and wiping his mouth with a napkin, “I’ve never seen him go to an Omega doctor… I think he’s had a semi-permanent suppressant implant since he presented.”

“Well, yes. I do, too, but hasn’t he been sexually active with multiple partners for like… years? You’re saying he’s never had a pregnancy scare? Never had an internal exam or pap—”

“Uh… I don’t—”

“What about an STD test, Tony? Have any of you guys ever been tested? I swear, what on earth were you doing before us—”

“Okay, okay— to be fair, it’s worked so far. And Steve makes us all go to our primary care and the dentist once a year. It’s like… hell week. When all of us have appointments.”

Peter buries his face in his arms, groaning at the utter idiocy of his future bondmates, “Thank god I met you, Tony. You guys are worse than Clint,” he laughs a little bit, picking up his head and glancing over at his properly chastised boyfriend.

Reaching out, he gives Tony a boop on the nose, startling him out of his sad expression, “I’ll talk to Bucky, okay? Annie and I are going to the O clinic next week, and we’ll help him make an appointment. They’re flexible about pack stuff, I think. And… I guess we’ll talk to the doctor about the steps we need to take to bond.”

Tony makes a flicking motion with his hand, and Peter sees the maître d' walk across the room and silently collect the black card Tony hands her.

“Sounds good. Let’s talk about the rest on the way back, okay? I’m gonna call Steve and see if he wants us to pick them up anything to eat.”

While Tony makes the call, Peter thinks through a few of the questions he has. He’s thankful for their overall dynamic and compatibility, but there are so many variables and unspoken limits—

“Tony?” Peter tries to interrupt, tapping on his arm, “hey, Tony? Can I talk to Steve?”

“Yeah, hold on,” Tony responds, turning back to the call, “yeah, Steve? Peter wants to talk to you… okay, okay here he is,” Tony hands over the phone with a brief, “here ya go, baby.”

“Hey, Steve?”

“Hi sweetheart! What’s going on?” Steve sounds like he’s in the car, probably heading home from work.

Peter glances at Tony’s questioning expression before answering Steve, “Nothing bad, Alpha, no worries,” he ducks his head, a little embarrassed at his small smile. The low rumbly voice hasn’t failed to affect him yet, “I’m wondering if we could have a talk tonight. You know, as a pack.”

“Of course, Peter. What do you want to talk about?”

“I think we need to discuss sex,” Peter says, bluntly, and has to keep himself from laughing as Tony’s eyes almost pop out of his head, “specifically, we need to talk about scenes and dynamics— especially before everyone bonds this summer.”

He hears Steve clear his throat before responding, “O— okay, sweetheart. We can do that. Do you feel comfortable leading this conversation tonight?”

“Yes, Alpha, I’d like that.”

“Okay, thank you for bringing this up, Peter. Bucky mentioned something similar this week, but I just haven’t thought too much about it. You’re stepping into this role so beautifully, Peter, and I’m constantly awed by you.”

“Oh— well...” Peter feels his face flame red, and he puts a hand up to hide from Tony, “th— thank you, Alpha.”

Steve laughs— a low, rumbling sound even over the phone, “You deserve it, sweet Omega. Let me talk to Tony, and I’ll see you tonight.”

Peter mumbles his goodbye and basically throws the phone back to Tony, who takes it with a curious look, “What did you say to him, Alpha? He smells so sweet… oh, really? Mhm… I know he is, he’s my soulmate, Steve…”

After that, Peter tunes out the conversation and hides his face in his hands. These doms are really trying to kill him with the constant praise. They haven’t even had a proper scene together— he hasn’t even kissed Steve, for goodness sake— and they are already onto the things that make him tick. Is he really that transparent?

On the way back home, Tony stops briefly to pick up a take-out order of Chinese food. They don’t talk about the pack again— but it’s okay. Peter feels like everything that needs to be said will be brought up tonight.

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One of his favorite things about their combined pack is spending evenings together. All six packmates sit in the living room, eating take-out and sharing quiet conversation. Every so often, an innocent argument will break out— usually between Tony and Clint— and the volume level will raise. But for the most part, all of them are content to touch, and eat, and snuggle in close stillness.

“Did Bucky pick out these couches?” Annie asks, sitting on the loveseat with Steve while the other four packmates squish together on the larger couch. She keeps grabbing his muscles, and Peter can tell their Alpha loves showing off for the pretty Omega.

Bucky is sitting on the floor, leaning back in between Tony’s legs. Both Betas have an arm around Peter, and he sits in the middle of them on the couch, reaching over every so often to play with Bucky’s hair.

The question makes Bucky look up, jostling the couch behind him and almost overturning Clint’s bowl.

Tony answers first, “Kind of. We all picked out the furniture together, but Bucky did have the final say.”

“Damn right I did,” Bucky says around a mouthful of noodles, “gotta be comfy for the whole pack. Tony wanted these ugly leather things,”

“Hey! They were tasteful—”

“— I’d rather sit on a concrete slab, Tony, they were so bad—”

“Steve, you liked the leather couches, right?” Tony tries to get the Alpha’s support,

“Uh,” Steve looks between his packmates, “I liked them until Bucky vetoed.”

Bucky lets out a whoop! in victory, and both Clint and Annie dissolve into laughter as Tony sinks back into the couch, pulling Peter in close for comfort.

Tony turns to Peter, “You like my couches, don’t you, baby?”

Shifting to face the Beta, Peter makes a small cooing noise while reaching up to stroke his hair, “I love you, Tony— but I’m on Bucky’s side. I like these ones.”

With a gasp, Tony practically dumps Peter off the couch, “Betrayal! My own mate betrays me!”

Bucky finishes pulling him off the couch, hauling the smaller Omega into his lap with a greasy kiss on the cheek. Peter can’t help but giggle as his Beta pouts and lets Clint pull him in for a hug, whispering to Tony that no, leather couches actually sound fuckin’ awesome.

Peter turns sideways, looping his arms around Bucky’s waist and tangling their legs together as Bucky continues to eat. He feels a familiar hand in his hair and hums, happy to have Tony’s touch back, even if it’s reluctant.

After another half an hour, Annie and Steve get up to clear the dishes, talking softly and spending a few extra minutes in the kitchen cleaning up. Peter takes this as his cue to start their conversation. He moves to a large, chaise barrel chair, facing the couches, and waits for everyone to grab their drinks and settle down.

When Steve walks back in the room, Peter extends his hand— an invitation that the Alpha takes and gently rearranges them to sit together on the sofa. He watches as Clint opens his arms and Annie runs to join the rest of the pack on the long couch.

The room gradually quiets down, and Steve clears his throat, getting their attention. Peter gives him a quick peck on the cheek and addresses their pack, “So I realized today, while I was talking to Tony, that we should probably have a serious talk about sex before moving in together and bonding, uh... forever.”

A few of them chuckle, but the room feels uncomfortable. Peter looks to Steve for help,

“Yeah, so it’s gonna be important that we have open communication about this,” Steve continues, “especially ‘cause our separate packs already have established dynamics and such. Uh,” he looks at Peter, shrugging, “maybe it would be easiest to talk now about personal preferences for scenes, and later we can share official limits? I have paperwork!”

Both Bucky and Clint groan— causing Steve to roll his eyes— but Tony interjects, giving Peter a secret wink, “Should we update our existing papers, Steve, or just use the old ones?”

“Probably update them. I assume you guys have your own contracts, right?” he asks, turning to Peter.

“Yes, but it’s mostly non-intimate stuff. We only scene if I really need to go down, and we rarely do intimate scenes,” both Clint and Annie nod in agreement, “Oh! Plus we’ll need to talk about heats, too.”

“Have y’all hadda heat together yet?” Bucky asks, motioning toward Annie and Peter.

Annie answers, “No, we’ve both been on suppressants since before we met. I only had three heats before I went on them.”

“I only had one— I presented late,” Peter adds,

Bucky nods, “Okay, yeah I only had one in high school.”

“And none of you have shared a heat with someone before?” Tony asks, giving Bucky’s shoulders a squeeze.

There’s a resounding no from all the Omegas, and Steve lets out a long exhale, “Are you guys plannin’ on goin’ to the Omega clinic?”

“Yeah,” Annie confirms, “we have an appointment on Monday.”

Peter looks over at Bucky who’s looking back at him with wide, uncertain eyes, “Can you come with us, Bucky? That way we can talk to the doctor together.”

“Yeah, I’ve just… I’ve never—”

“It’s okay,” Peter stops him, “we’ll do it together.”

Tony reaches down and pulls Bucky up by the armpits, earning a squawk of surprise as he’s wrestled into Tony’s lap. Everyone laughs a bit as Bucky struggles and eventually submits to Tony’s hold on his waist, relaxing with a sigh.

The rest of the conversation is awkward, but easy. Each of them talk a little bit about their orientation and what they prefer in their current pack dynamics. For Peter, it’s interesting to hear from his Versatile packmates about their experiences swinging dominant and submissive. Bucky has spent almost six years being Steve’s submissive and three years submitting to both his Alpha and Beta, so it’s uncomfortable and different for him to be dominant in a relationship, since he’s never had to dominante a partner before.

In contrast, both Annie and Clint have experiences swinging both ways in their relationship with each other and with Peter. Clint has reservations about permanently swinging dominant, because of his past with abusive dominants, and similarly doesn’t want to swing permanently submissive. Annie feels comfortable both ways, which is something Peter already knew. She is very vocal about her preferences.

Peter shares about what it’s like to be a SubOmega, and his preferences during a scene— which, at this point, are very few. He lost his virginity to Clint and Annie, and has never taken a knot before. He smells SmugHornyAlpha coming off of Steve after this confession, and giggles slightly as Steve shamefully apologizes.

Steve and Tony both keep their time short. Peter knows a bit about Tony’s past, and knows he’s been in an intimate and unique familial pack before. Steve and Bucky have both been in other relationships, but only Steve was sexually active before they officially got together.

Possibly the most interesting part of the conversation is learning about how Steve and Tony balance being Dominant over the same Submissive.

“I think the most important part is to realize that Dominant, Submissive, or Versatile, the purpose of our orientation is all the same: service to others,” Steve explains, holding Peter tight around the waist, “so whether it’s five Doms and one Sub in a room, or a balanced pairing— Tony, Bucky, and I have all decided to love and serve each other. To put one another first. And because of this, our scenes are always fun and satisfying.”

“Ya soun’ like ‘n infomercial, Stevie,” Bucky mumbles, eyes blinking slowly— dangerously close to sleep.

“Shaddup, jerk— you know it’s true. Our scenes always build trust and support between us. And that’s what I want for our intimate pack.”

A few voices hum their agreement, but with a glance around the room, Peter realizes most of them are falling asleep. He yawns and pulls on Steve’s sleeve, getting his attention.

“Alpha, can we finish this later?”

Steve hums, distracted, and then suddenly focuses, his hum shifting— changing to a deep, rumbling growl. It startles Peter into looking up, and the Alpha’s eyes are half-lidded, dark and intense. Peter’s breath picks up. He watches as Steve moves closer, reeling him in, and leans to press his nose against the base of Peter’s throat.

Peter keens, and lets his body go limp in the strong, safe arms of his Alpha. He feels each of their breaths align, he feels their hearts beat together. He’s not sure what he smells like right now, but assumes it compliments Steve’s ProudContentStrongAlpha scent pretty well.

It doesn’t matter, though, because there’s a cloud at his back.

Gentle fingers run through his hair.

He feels the shuffle of clothes against his skin.

Floating, weightless.

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It’s light when he wakes up again, surrounded by warmth and the sound of gentle snoring. He knows who he wishes were next to him, breathing into his neck. Drooling down his neck.

“Clint, my god,” Peter pushes at the big Beta, trying to get him to roll over, but only gets a loud snore in response.

He flops back down and tries to scoot the other way, happy to burrow into Annie’s soft curves, trailing his freezing fingertips up her hips and underneath her t-shirt—

She gasps awake, “Peter! Dammit!” and tries to squirm away from him as he cackles, waking Clint up with a snort.

“Wha— what,” Clint flails around, aimless, as Annie shoves Peter his way. One of his arms catches Peter across the back of the head, and the small Omega yelps in pain.

“Ouch, Clint. The hell?”

“Aw, poor baby,” Annie coos, pulling Peter into an octopus embrace and incidentally shoving his face right in between her breasts, “I’ll make it better.”

Mngh mmngh mngghh, Peter tries to beg Annie, and she finally releases him to heave a deep breath of relief, “You trying to kill me, woman?”

“No, Petey, just suffocate you a little bit.” Annie gives him a shark’s grin and starts to crawl towards him on her knees. He retreats, scrambling backwards until his back hits Clint’s chest and the Beta pulls his arms behind his back, holding him still.

Peter struggles, grunting, “Hey! What is this? Let me go, Clint,” but there’s no mercy as Annie finally reaches him, kneeling between his legs and leaning forward to kiss his nose.

“Wanna play, bunny?” she purrs, trailing a finger down his chest, clothed in a loose t-shirt, down to the waistband of his tight, black briefs. He can’t take his eyes off her face, and finds himself nodding in a daze, entranced by her wicked smile.

She looks over his shoulder and tilts her head at Clint, and he stutters, “P— please, Omega,” the desperation in his tone making Peter tremble.

“Good boy, birdy,” Annie mocks him, reaching around Peter to run a hand up Clint’s thigh and settling over his boxers, in between where he’s pressed up against Peter’s ass. She crawls a little closer, grabbing Peter’s chin and tipping his head up to look at her, “gimme a color, little bunny. Want me to make you both feel good— use his body to make you come?”

Peter struggles to blink, and his sight goes crossed for a second as he mewls, “Green, Omega.”

She keeps eye contact with Peter and asks Clint, “How about you, baby bird? Gonna keep you on edge, share your body with our sweet bunny, and control your pleasure. Color?”

Clint is physically shaking behind him, and he barely whispers, “Green, Omega, please,” before Annie is encouraging him to lean back against the headboard, shifting to hold Peter’s arms even further behind his back.

His Omega grabs him around the hips, and uses her knees to keep his legs spread.

“Strip him, birdy.”

The command is sharp and has Clint moving instantly, yanking Peter’s shirt up over his chest, and effortlessly moving his arms and legs to pull the shirt and his briefs off completely. Peter doesn’t have a moment to shy away from his Omega’s stare, because his arms are restrained again and she’s spreading his legs wide.

Clint’s breathing heavy on the back of his neck, and he can feel the Beta’s hardness pressed up against his back through the thin layer of boxer shorts, rutting against him lightly.

It seems that his Omega knows this, because she orders Clint’s clothes off next. Once they’re naked and rearranged to her liking, she runs a finger down Peter’s waist, scratching gently through the sparse hair above his cock, and feels underneath his balls, humming thoughtfully at the mess of slick she finds there.

He squirms as her small fingers trace around his rim, panting and throwing his head back at the tease. He hears her laugh and tries to hide his face in Clint’s neck, instead getting a whiff of HornyDesperateBeta scent from his mate.

His Omega dips the tip of one finger into his hole, up to the first knuckle.

“Play with his little titties, birdy,” she instructs, and immediately Clint readjusts his grip on Peter’s arms so that he can pinch and tug on the smaller man’s nipples.

“Oh, dammit, Omega more, please,” he begs, bucking into the torture across his sensitive chest and grinding down onto the finger inside of him.

“Patient, sweet bunny,” she shushes, pulling her finger out and swiping three of them through the slick leaking out of him. She lifts up her hand, acting surprised, “wow, feeling needy, little bunny rabbit? How about a taste?”

He nods his head yes, opening his mouth wide, but his Omega just shakes her head with a fake, sad pout, “Aw, baby— not for you,” and he watches as she reaches over, and—

— and feeds his slick, finger by finger, into Clint’s open mouth.

“That’s my good baby bird,” she coos, pushing her fingers in and slowly fucking his face with her hand. His eyes close in pleasure as he sucks desperately, eager to get all of Peter’s taste off of her fingers.

Peter whines as Clint pinches his nipple a little too hard, and his Omega turns her attention back to him.

“Hungry, baby bunny? Need something in your mouth?”

“Yes, Omega, please— anything, ‘m so empty—” he begs, and his Omega shushes him.

“Put your fingers in his mouth, birdy. I’m gonna put him on your cock.”

Both of them groan at her words, and he can feel Clint twitch against his back. The Beta reaches up and hooks two fingers into the side of his mouth, pulling slightly and forcing his head to tip backwards. He releases Peter’s arms and uses his left hand to flick across his nipples. Peter grabs at his thighs, desperate for control.

His Omega uses the distraction to work a second finger back into his hole, twisting and scissoring until Peter is grinding down, rhythmically, against her hand. His tiny, Omega cock is rock hard, and Clint has started alternating between flicking his nipples and his cockhead, making him cry out in torment.

She adds a third, and he begs around Clint’s fingers, “Oh— Omega, I can’t, please. Please, I need. I need—”

“Hush, baby bunny,” she shushes him, and Clint pushes his fingers deeper into Peter’s mouth, giving his cock a pinch with his other hand. Their Omega wipes away a few of his tears and pulls her fingers free, “why don’t you lift up, bunny?”

It’s torture. He can barely move, and his arms are trembling where they hold onto Clint’s thighs. After trying twice and failing to pick himself up, tears are flowing freely from his eyes and he looks to his Omega, blubbering, “I— I can’t,” sobs, “O— omega, please, I can’t!”

“Help him, birdy,” she instructs, leaning back to watch as Clint moves his hands down, cups under his ass, and effortlessly lifts him up. He cries harder, humiliated, as he feels Clint’s cock line up with his fluttering, empty hole.

There’s a soft hand on his cheek, and he realizes his Omega is waiting for something. He blinks through his tears, opening and closing his mouth— unsure of what she wants.

He must make a sad noise, because she’s quick to repeat, “It’s ok, Peter. Can you give me a color?”

Oh, okay. “Green, ‘mega,” he slurs, trying to give her a reassuring smile, and hears Clint whisper his agreement.

“Good boys, so good for me. Alright, birdy— you can lower him. Slowly.”

Peter lets his body go limp, helpless, as he’s worked slowly onto Clint’s cock. He feels every inch as his body is split in half for his Omega’s pleasure. For his pleasure.

Clint is shaking and panting, whimpering cries of please, Omega and holy fuck.

After a few long, agonizing moments, Peter is fully settled into Clint’s lap. The Beta is still cursing, and moves his hands from Peter’s hips to underneath his knees, pulling his legs back and exposing him wide.

“Fuck, Petey, how are you so fuckin’ tight, my god,” Clint breaths into his neck, and Peter rests his head back against the larger man’s shoulder, relaxing in his arms.

He feels a hand stroke up his tummy, and across his chest. His arms are moved again and settled onto the top of the headboard with a command of, “hold on tight, bunny.”

All of his focus is on obeying the command, so he almost misses his Omega’s next instructions—

“Baby bunny— you can come as many times as you’d like—”

— Peter whines in relief—

“— and baby bird, you can fuck him now,” Clint sighs, “but don’t you dare come, do you understand me?”

“Fuck, holy shit—” Clint curses, “green, Omega. Green, oh my god.”

The first thrust takes him by surprise. It’s almost like a levee breaks, something that was holding Clint’s hips back, and he pulls Peter up by his knees— like a fucking cocksleeve— and slams him back down on his cock with a howl.

All Peter can do is hold on as Clint begins an unforgiving pace, chasing his own pleasure. He feels the hands on his skin, the praises rolling over him, and he tries to say something but can’t, buried under pleasure and praise and—

— and he almost loses his grip on the headboard as his orgasm shakes through him. His lips open and close in a wordless plea as he clenches down on the thick cock still hammering into his hole, slapping wet against his ass.

His Omega moans her encouragement, “Fuck, baby, so good for me. Come for me baby bunny, so pretty, so good,” and he faintly feels her lips, her tongue, tracing around his cock and cleaning up the clear cum pouring out.

“Shit, Omega, I’m— I’m close, fuck,” Clint curses, still moving inside Peter even as he starts to shake from overstimulation.

“Absolutely not,” their Omega commands, standing up on the bed to move them. Clint drops Peter with a heave, both of them groaning as he bottoms out, and their Omega carefully moves his hands off the headboard, setting them back on Clint’s hips. She looks down into Peter’s eyes and then into Clint’s, “two more orgasms, birdy. Two more times— either me or him— and I’ll let you come.”

She kicks a leg over, stradling Clint’s face, and Peter realizes that at some point she took her panties off but left her shirt on. She’s beautiful, and he tries to say as much. Sadly, it just comes out as a choked gasp.

Clint’s pleas turn into moans as their Omega settles on his face, grinding down against his mouth with a firm grip in his hair. Using him. Clint flails, grabbing at Peter’s knees, and picks up where he left off, lifting him up and dropping him fully onto his cock, over and over.

Peter struggles to keep his eyes open, staring up at the vision of Clint licking, hungry into his Omega, but spiraling quickly, floating higher as he feels his orgasm build again.

Knock, knock.

“Fuck!” his Omega curses, and slaps Clint’s shoulder when he slows his pace, “keep going, they’ll go away.”

Clint hums and picks up his pace when—

Knock, knock, knock.

“Dammit,” their Omega jumps off of Clint’s face and looks into his eyes, “keep fucking him. There’s a reward in it for you if he comes before I get back,” and she jumps off the bed, grabbing a pair of their boxers on the way.

Clint resumes his pace, gathering both of Peter’s legs together in one of his long arms and using his free hand to turn Peter’s face, capturing his lips in a wet, sloppy kiss. Peter can taste their Omega on his lips, and suddenly his orgasm is right there.

“Clin’ oh, uh, uh, ‘m gonna,” he tries to warn, but it more or less comes out as a high pitched squeal.

“Yeah, pretty Omega, come on. Come for me. Come on Peter, give it to me, fuck, you feel so damn good, baby—”

His eyes roll back as the second orgasm overtakes him, shaking through his legs and bursting out of his chest in a desperate wail. Clint’s thrusts slow back down, but he barely feels them. He opens and closes his fingers, trying to hold on, and fails, floating high above his body. Below his body.

There’s a release of pressure.

Warmth shifts from his back to his side.

Small wet noises and low rumbles of begging.

His eyes blink open, soft and slow. He feels light. He feels empty.

As his vision starts to swim into focus, he realizes his Omega has moved him to the side. She’s now riding Clint into the mattress. Hard.

A flash of Clint’s face— it looks like he’s seeing heaven open— and Peter smiles, curling into the Beta’s side and clinging to one of his arms as he floats away again.

---

An hour later, Peter is up and cuddling with his pack. It took awhile to bring him back, but his pack let him float— content to relax in his submission and forget about the hundred other things going wrong outside their bedroom.

Turns out the interruption was Bucky, coming to check on them after hearing a “horrific dying animal noise.”

“Was it the noise I made or the noise Clint made?” Peter asks.

Clint rolls his eyes, and Annie answers, “Clint howled like a fucking Alpha when he dropped you on his cock.”

“Oh my— Annie!” Peter yelps, hiding his face in Clint’s arm as his mate cackles.

“You’re just too delicious, Petey. Couldn’t help myself.”

Peter rolls his eyes, but still nestles closer, “Did you float, Clint?”

“For a bit— definitely not like you did, Pete.”

“Hey,” Annie buts in, “drink this, Peter,” and she presses a bottle against his lips.

He takes a few moments to down the whole thing— he is exceedingly thirsty— before asking, “Did Bucky say anything?”

“No, he brought us water, though. And snacks. And then he ran away.”

Peter yawns and pulls Annie’s arm around him, “I wish he’d stayed to cuddle.”

His packmates snuggle in closer and pull up the blanket, cocooning themselves and drifting off for a nap before starting the day officially. When they wake up around noon, the first thing Annie does is call the Omega clinic to book Bucky an adjoining appointment with theirs.

Monday comes sooner than they expect, and all three Omegas pile into the small clinic for their appointments.

Peter keeps looking up at Bucky. The older Omega has been quiet since they left the house, and it’s starting to get concerning. Annie went into her appointment a few minutes ago, so the two of them are alone in the waiting room. He threads their fingers together, placing a small kiss on the back of his hand.

“Bucky?”

No response.

“Bucky? Buck? James? Jamie?”

At the last one, Bucky blinks a few times and shakes his head.

“Wha… what did you call me?”

“I— I don’t know, I was just trying to get your attention—”

“Only my parents ever called me Jamie,” Bucky says, looking down at Peter with wide eyes.

Peter tries to apologize, stuttering, “I’m so so sorry, Bucky, I swear, I wasn’t trying to—”

“Pete,” Bucky squeezes his hand, “it’s okay, darlin’. I… I enjoyed it, is all.”

“... what?”

Bucky sighs, “Stevie called me Bucky for the first time when we were in middle school, ya know? I’d always been James or Jamie, but hated it when I was little. After that day, I only went by Bucky— I guess that was his claim on me, even back then. But now, it sounds good to be called Jamie by someone I consider home, alright?”

Peter scrubs at the tears forming in his eyes, looking up at Bucky as he asks, “I feel like home?”

“Yeah, Pete, you do. You don’t have to, but I’d love for you to call me Jamie. Damn... okay maybe that’s actually a bad idea, you know what, forget—”

“No, no,” Peter interrupts, “I’d love to call you Jamie. Really. We should… we should spend some time together. Like, alone together.”

Jamie finally smiles at this, nodding along, “I’d love that, Pete. Wanna go away for a weekend, or just spend a few days in my nest and kick everyone else out?”

“Either, but I’d like to do it before… before we have sex together. Or share a heat. I’d like to know you a bit more.”

“So no sex on our weekend away?” Jamie asks, and Peter looks up in surprise— and he’s laughing. Oh.

Peter gives him a light push, “I swear, you’re no better than Clint.”

Both of them end up laughing, leaning against each other and getting dirty looks from a few other patients that they ignore.

Within a few minutes, the nurses call their names and they go back for their appointments. Separately. Everything goes normally for Peter, but he can’t stop worrying about Jamie the whole time. He knows his scent must reek, but the doctor, thankfully, doesn’t comment on it. Once he’s given a clean bill of health, plus a negative pregnancy test, the nurses usher him into a larger exam room where Annie and Jamie sit waiting for him.

They take a few moments to scent each other, holding on tight, before specifically checking in on Jamie. They’re relieved to hear that his STD and pregnancy tests are negative, and all of them share details about their own exams, ultrasounds, and other blood work they had to do.

After a minute, there’s a knock on the door, and an older, female doctor enters the room.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Michaels,” she says sitting in the chair across from where they’re piled on the large exam couch, “I’m told you would like to talk about pack bonding today, correct?”

All of them exchange a look, but stay relatively silent. Great. Perfect time for them to swing submissive.

Doctor Michaels is patient, and Jamie finally speaks up.

“Yeah, Doc. We need’ta know how to bond. We’ve got an Alpha and two Betas at home who we want to bond with, but none of us have any idea what to do.”

She laughs lightly, politely, and Peter gets a whiff of sweet Omega scent from her.

“Here, all three of you take these booklets,” she passes them out, and Peter almost scoffs at the title: How to Make Your Forever, Last.

She continues on, “I’m sure you’ve had conversations with your whole pack about bonding, so the only reminder I’ll give is that a bond, when formed correctly between two consenting parties, will last indefinitely. If any of your bonded pack members were to leave and start a separate, familial pack, the bond you share will still remain and that member would be unable to rebond with another person. Understand?”

All three of them nod their heads affirmative.

“Good, now— are you all living together yet?”

“Yeah,” Jamie answers again, “we have a home and by the summer we’ll be livin' together permanently.”

“Okay, that’s imperative for testing compatibility and establishing territory. You will also need to set rules and guidelines for sexual intimacy, especially regarding gender dynamics and orientations. Speaking of which, do you have designated spaces for nesting and scenes?”

“We do. Right now, we have two nests, two dens, and two separate scene rooms. I think Stevie— that’s our DomAlpha— is plannin’ to build out a main den and the Omegas will rebuild one nest together durin’ a heat or somethin’.”

She hums in acknowledgement and makes a note, “Let’s talk about heats. I see here on your charts that none of you have shared a heat with a partner, is this correct?” they all nod, yes, “The only way a pack can bond is when an Omega mate is in heat. If all six of you are to share a bond, it will be strongest if the Omegas are synched. Have you heard this term before?”

Annie speaks up, “Once or twice. My mom used to talk about it— where Omegas off their suppressants and intimate together will get on the same heat cycle.”

“Right,” the doctor agrees, “you’ll need to go off your suppressants and wait two or three cycles before your bodies officially synch together. I’m going to suggest that each of those heats you spend with each other and try to keep other packmates from interacting unless absolutely necessary. It’s best that your hormones aren’t affected by other mates during this time.”

Jamie makes a small displeased noise, but quickly clears his throat, motioning for her to continue.

The doctor smiles again, “I know, it’ll be hard spending a few heats without your full pack, but truly, it will be for the best if you want to form a strong bond.”

“So,” Peter asks, “what about during the heat that we all have together? When we’re ready to bond— what happens then?”

“Well, it depends. I have to ask— will your bonded pack have a Dominant Alpha and Submissive Omega present?”

Peter nods, “Yes, me and Steve.”

“Okay, that will help the process significantly. You’ve probably already talked about your role as the cornerstone of the pack, but during the bonding process, it is essential that the two of you bond and knot first. It’s going to be hard for the other pack members to refrain from mating during that time, but it will help to establish an order of bonding before the occasion to curb any confusion during the hormone-fueled heats.”

“So, we have to… Steve and I have to bond before anyone else can?” Peter asks, avoiding his packmates’ attention.

“Yes,” the doctor agrees, “the whole pack can be with you, if you desire, but he will have to knot you and both of you exchange a secure bite on the neck before other packmates can join the process.”

The three Omegas shift uncomfortably at the description, and Peter slips his hand into Jamie’s, holding on tight.

“After this, just make sure all of the desired bonds are completed before the end of your shared heat. I assume your Betas know of their ability to satisfy an Omega during heat?”

“Uh…” Peter pauses, looking to Annie and Jamie, but both of them seem confused, “probably not?”

“It’s okay, it’s all in the booklet, too. Betas have the ability to help Omegas in their heats and Alphas in their ruts by simulating biological responses necessary for satisfaction in their partners. For instance— when the three of you enter heat together, your Beta packmates will both be able to knot you temporarily. It’s a shorter duration than an Alpha’s knot and only happens for the heat, but their semen still has calming properties, and under the right circumstances, can help an Omega conceive.”

At this, Jamie makes a sad noise that has both of them turning to him.

“Doc,” he starts, head down and body language tense, “is it true that only the Dominant Alpha and Submissive Omega can pup?”

Peter spins to look at him in surprise. What?

“Yes, after bonding, the cornerstone pair in the pack will undergo a hormonal shift in their reproductive system, creating a symbiosis and making it so that only their systems are compatible. The Alpha’s semen only works on the Omega’s uterus, basically.”

“How… wait, so— my body… what about Steve and Jamie? What about Tony?”

“I can only assume those are your other mates. It will still be possible for the two of you, James and Annie, to be impregnated by either of your Betas should the desire arise. Because of this,” she transitions, ignoring the ShockedDevestatedUpsetOmega scent overtaking the room, “I will still keep all of you on contraceptives unless you are wanting to conceive during your first heat. Is this okay?”

They nod, wordless and still shocked.

“Perfect. And lastly, what is the general timeline for bonding? I need to know in order to schedule appointments to retract the semi-permanent suppressants.”

“It’s,” Jamie clears his throat, “it’s as soon as possible, I think. We wanna be bonded this summer.”

“Great, then we can remove the suppressants today before you leave. Are there any other questions you may have for me?”

They shake their heads, no, and she excuses herself from the room, promising to send a nurse to complete the procedures.

When the door shuts, the three of them crowd together, hooking their chins over shoulders and shifting into each other’s laps. Peter feels Jamie grip him tight, and looks into his eyes, which are glazed over and blown wide.

He’s dropping, Peter thinks to himself, and he’s dropping dominant.

Because of this, it isn’t surprising that Jamie growls when the nurse enters the room. Peter shushes him, lacing their fingers together, and the nurse waits for their permission before approaching the chair where they sit.

The nurse pulls out a few of the tools, and asks them, “Alright, who wants to go first?”

Jamie growls again, but answers, “I will,” before lifting his shirt, giving her access to his suppressant site.

They watch as she squeezes around his stomach, feeling for the insertion. His face is screwed up in discomfort, breathing heavily.

She finds the site, a small bump underneath his skin that feeds directly into his endocrine system, and squeezes it towards the surface of his skin. Grabbing the syringe, she warns him about the sharp pain and quickly inserts the needle, puncturing the suppressant site, and injecting a clear liquid. Jamie hisses through his teeth, clamping down hard on Peter’s arm, as the nurse changes out her tool and attaches a suction to his stomach, turning on the corresponding machine that starts to massage his skin.

“It’s going to break apart the remaining parts of the suppressant site, and it will be absorbed into your system with little side effects,” she says, turning off the machine and starting to sanitize it again.

“Alright,” she turns back with a new syringe, “who’s next?”

---

“I’m never goin’ back to that damn clinic ever again.”

After their procedures, Jamie had towed both Omegas out of the clinic and back to the car, throwing them in the backseat, buckling their seat belts, and taking off towards their house.

Annie tries to get his attention, “Bucky, we should probably call—”

A deep, feral growl cuts her off, and both Omegas remain silent for the rest of the ride. Peter pulls out his phone and sends a quick text to Steve, letting him know about Jamie’s drop. He also texts Tony and Clint, asking both of them to be ready to help when they get home.

Jamie isn’t driving fast— honestly, he’s probably going under the speed limit— but Peter and Annie are still holding on tight to each other, struggling to keep themselves from dropping submissive as Jamie pumps AggressiveUpsetDistressedOmega scent into the car.

When they pull up, Jamie is immediately around the side of the car, hauling both of them out of the back seat and stalking towards the front door with a low, persistent growl.

Before they even reach the door, Steve steps out with Tony and Clint not too far behind him. Jamie lets out a louder growl, straightening up, shoving both Omegas behind him— facing the Alpha head on. Steve steps closer, meeting his challenge,

“Stand down, Bucky.”

The command washes over all of them, and Peter feels his knees give in, crumpling to the ground. He can’t tear his eyes away from his Alpha— standing in front of Jamie with an expectant look on his face and ordering him to his knees in submission.

He sees Jamie finally collapse, sinking to his knees in front of their Alpha, and then there’s suddenly a set of hands on his shoulders.

“Peter, come with me, baby,” Tony croons into his ear, and he nods his head, letting his Beta scoop him up and carry him away, far away, into the house. They settle onto the nesting couch, and Tony starts to wrap him in blankets, whispering sweet encouragements into his ear that make Peter feel safe and warm.

Distantly, he hears sniffling and crying. Tony takes a moment to help him drink water, and he hums his appreciation.

“Tony?” he whispers, cursing himself quietly for how weak he sounds,

It surprises his boyfriend, though, and he’s immediately shifted to stare deep into his Beta’s eyes, “Yes, baby? Are you okay? What happened?”

He ignores the question for now, “Where’s Annie? And Jamie? Are they okay?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, they’re fine. Steve’s got Bucky in the den and Clint has Annie up in your nest.”

“Oh, okay,” he closes his eyes, “I’m fine, Beta. We had a rough time at the clinic— they gave us a lot of information and then we had a painful procedure to get our suppressants removed— and I think that caused all of us to drop.”

“I can tell, Pete. I’ve never seen Bucky challenge Steve like that before— it was quite a sight.”

Peter sighs, “I think he felt like we were in trouble. I should be with him.”

“No, not right now,” Tony’s tone is firm, “we can talk tonight, but right now he needs to spend time with our Alpha.”

“Beta, I need to talk to you about something,” he whispers, ducking his head to avoid eye contact. Tony grabs his chin, not letting him get away, while motioning for him to continue, “the doctor said… she said I can’t have your pups, Tony.”

His tears start to gather in his eyes, and Tony wipes them away tenderly,

“I know.”

“... you know?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but we figured it out a few years ago when the boys were courting me.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t— no, I’m really sorry, I really am Peter. I would have told you before we bonded if the doctor hadn’t mentioned it today. Bucky is devastated that he can’t have Steve’s pups—”

“I know—”

“And— oh, okay. So I can assume that’s one of the things that set him off?”

Peter rolls his eyes, “You think, Tony?”

“Damn, okay, I’m really fucking this up,” Tony scrubs his face, “Peter. I’m… you gotta know, baby, that I love you regardless. So does Steve. None of us expect pups from you, and you know that you don’t have to bond with Steve, right?”

“Stop it, Tony. I heard the news and then got my suppressant removed. I made this choice. I’m just pissed that we got so far without anyone bringing it up. I mean— we’re already living here! Dammit Tony, you asked me to trust you and I’m trying.”

“And I know that, sweetheart,” Tony says, caressing a thumb across Peter’s cheek, “I didn’t mean to keep anything from you, Peter. I respect you— you know that, right?”

Peter mirrors his touch, putting his smaller hand on Tony’s cheek, “I know, Tony.”

Tony looks relieved and leans closer. Peter closes his eyes, ready for the kiss—

“Hey— oh, sorry—”

They whip around to see Steve waiting next to their chair, shifting awkwardly where he stands and holding one of his hands behind his back. Peter scans the room, and sees Bucky curled up with Annie and Clint on a nearby couch, watching them intently.

“It’s okay, Alpha, what’s going on?” Peter untangles from Tony’s arms, sitting up straighter to look Steve in the face. Tony rubs his back encouragingly.

Steve looks to Tony, looks behind him towards their pack— all of whom give him a thumbs up— and then slowly gets to both knees, pulling a red, velvet box from behind his back, and opening it to reveal a sparkling, diamond ring.

“I— what?”

“Peter, I realized that I shouldn’t wait to ask you this. You’ve stepped so gracefully into the role we’ve required of you, and it happens to come with a lifelong bond to an Alpha you barely know. I want you to know— I’m falling in love with you. I don’t want our bond to be built out of necessity, I want it to be built out of affection and commitment to each other. I don’t just want forever with this pack— I want forever with you,”

At this, Steve bares his neck in submission and holds out the ring, “Peter Parker: will you be mine? In love, in bond, and in marriage?”

Peter feels Tony’s thumb on his cheek and realizes he’s crying again.

“Y— yes, Steve. I’ll be yours. I’m—” he takes a deep breath, “— I’m falling in love with you, too, Alpha.”

He slides off the couch, joining his Alpha on the floor, and melts into his arms as the room erupts in excited cheers.

With Steve’s ring on his finger and nose in his neck, his problems start to melt away. They’re strong together, they’re right together. And even though his pack won’t make his worries disappear— with all six of them celebrating around him and embracing each other— it seems as though they can face anything, together.

#peter parker #MiGLT #starker #spidershield #winterspider #clint barton #tony stark #d/s fic #smut #fluff #pack dynamics #mcu #ao3 #mood board #might wanna just read this on ao3 tbh #omegaverse

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jenomark · 5 years ago

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Can you make a scenario where they realize that they are falling in love with someone? thanks!

Taeil: Though you were exhausted, you agreed to go on your third date with Taeil. He wanted to cancel for your sake, but you were persistent. “I want to be with you.” you had said. The date went well, and Taeil was beginning to have feelings for you. Instead of telling you how he felt, he watched you with admiration on his face, and a gentle smile. On the drive home, you curled up in the seat next to him and fell asleep. Taeil let you go, knowing that you needed sleep more than anything. Stopping at a red light, Taeil removed his jacket and placed it carefully over your body. The words hovered at the edge of his mouth, but he didn’t speak them. Not yet.

Johnny: You always found your way to Johnny whenever you had free time. The two of you would go to cafes, go bowling, and spend a lot of time out in the sunshine. During one of your daytime dates, Johnny tucked a flower behind your ear. “See,” he said. “I can be romantic.” You couldn’t stop smiling. Every time you looked at Johnny, your whole body felt like it was coming alive. Unexpectedly, Johnny grabbed hold of your hand and squeezed it tight. His expression was thoughtful and his words were soft. “I can’t wait to tell our kids about the moment I fell in love with you, a flower tucked behind your ear, and my heart in your hands.” The cheesiness made you slap your hand to his chest, and evoked the sweetest laughter from Johnny’s lips.

Taeyong: You were trying so hard. Taeyong sat at the table and watched you float around the kitchen, one hand holding the lid of a pot, the other hand wiping sauce on your pants. Every time Taeyong got up to help you cook, you pushed him back down by his shoulders. “Are you sure I can’t do something?” he asked. “Use me, I’m yours.” You turned to face him, considering his help. “No,” you said, finally. “I can do this. You’ve taught me well.” You turned your back to taste some of the sauce you made from scratch. You didn’t know Taeyong was watching you as you made a disgusted face, and Taeyong liked it that way. He watched you doing the most for him, watched how you could be soothed by just the sound of his voice, and he fell in with all the little things that made you who you were.

Yuta: Walking along the beach with Yuta made your days feel perfect. He held your hand as you walked, tugging at your fingers whenever he wanted to get your attention. “Look how pretty the sky looks,” he said. “Like a painting.” When he was feeling playful, he kicked water at you, or dragged you past your ankles into the ocean. Often, you would talk for hours on your walks. Time slipped by like sand in an hourglass whenever you both got into one of your conversations. You, using your hands too animatedly, and losing your train of thought easily. Him, stopping what he was saying mid-sentence to tell you how beautiful you looked. The sun went down too fast whenever you were together, painting your skin orange. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked. Yuta paused and smiled, his eyes looking at every part of your face as if he were afraid he’d forget it.

Kun: Kun took care of everyone. In your worst days, Kun was there for you, and he never complained. “I’ll be okay,” he said over the phone. “When I’m feeling better, I will come see you. Don’t worry about me.” You showed up to his place with food and enough supplies to see him through his sickness. “What are you doing here?” Kun asked. You tightened the blanket around his body and pecked him gently on the forehead. “I’m here to take care of you, Qian Kun, whether you like it or not.” you said. You breezed past him and started doing all the things you knew would make him feel good: made him food, cleaned up his mess, and sat with him while he laid his head in your lap. “You didn’t have to come here,” Kun said. “I’m not used to people caring for me.” You brushed his hair back from his face. “Well, I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.” you said. Kun looked up at you, his little nose red and his eyes watery. “You’re amazing.” he said.

Doyoung: You weren’t dating him, but you weren’t seeing anyone else either. You called him your friend, but friends didn’t do what you did. Every night, you found yourself in Doyoung’s bed. Everything was innocent, with neither of you making a move. You only slept in his bed. You wore his pajamas, listened to him talk in his sleep, and woke up tangled in his limbs. With him, you felt comfort unlike anything you had ever known. On a night when you weren’t supposed to be together, you found yourself walking the familiar steps to his place. “You’re here.” Doyoung said. You didn’t know how you had found yourself there, but when you saw him, everything made sense. You could see that it did for him, too. You began to lose your nerve. “I’ll leave.” you said. You turned to go, but Doyoung grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him. The kiss he left on your lips surprised you both. When you pulled away from him, he covered his mouth. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I just..I-I love you.”

Ten: Without fail, Ten met you every day to walk you home from work. Rain or shine, there he was, his sketch pad in his arms and a charming smile on his face. He could have driven you home, but he wanted to spend more time with you. Though you were tired from your long hours of work, walking home with Ten was the highlight of your day. “You look beautiful.” he said. Every time he saw you, there was a different compliment coming from his lips. You were beautiful, radiant, sexy, and confident. Because of him, you truly began to feel those things. “What am I today?” you asked. You gave him a little spin right outside of your work, your mood unusually high. Ten looked speechless as he looked at you, his eyes blinking too fast. “Uhhh,” he began to say. “I’m sorry, but you look like someone I love a lot, actually.”

Jaehyun: He always said he didn’t believe in love at first sight. You thought he was just cynical about love, but Jaehyun surprised you in more ways than one. He was romantic and patient, giving and selfless. Though life with him always proved to be interesting, the man himself was quite simple. “What about the fourteenth time?” you asked. Confused, Jaehyun looked up from his phone. “What do you mean?” he asked. You started scraping your hair up into a ponytail. Jaehyun watched you closely, his eyes mesmerized by the way the ends of your hair touched your neck. “Since you don’t believe in love at first sight,” you began. “What if you fell in love with someone at fourteenth sight?” You had finished putting your hair into a bun. “Jaehyun?” you asked.” Are you paying attention to me? Where did you go just now?” Jaehyun blinked a few times to show you that he was paying attention. “Yeah,” he said.” I just…fourteenth time..yeah.”

WinWin: “You’re breathing really loud.” you said. WinWin rolled over until he was facing you. You opened one eye and could make out the shapes of his handsome face . “I can’t sleep,” he said. “My body feels restless.” You opened both eyes and leaned up on your elbows. You made a move to turn on the light, but WinWin closed his hand over yours. “No light, “ he said. “Please.” You laid back down and told WinWin to lay on his stomach. Every so often, WinWin couldn’t sleep because of stress. You had gotten to know him well over the last few months and knew exactly what would calm him down. When he was on his stomach, you lifted up his shirt and started rubbing his back. Immediately, WinWin began to relax. “Does it feel good?” you asked. Instead of answering yes, WinWin told you he loved you. It was simple and soft, the kind of admission you would miss if you weren’t paying attention. “I love you, too.” you whispered.

Jungwoo: Jungwoo shoved a tissue up each of his nostrils. When he got a cold, he was so needy. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said. “You could catch what I have.” You didn’t move from where you were, didn’t show him that you planned on going anywhere. Jungwoo’s eyes were wide, like he was scared. You didn’t like seeing him that way and going through it alone, so you stayed where you knew he needed you. “I’m not going anywhere,” you said. “If I get sick, Woo, I get sick.” Jungwoo coughed into his elbow. The cough made him whine and touch his throat. “I really think you should go,” he said. “I care about you too much to make you sick.” You crossed the room and sat next to him, so close that his germs could reach you. “If I get sick, “ you said. “Then you can take care of me. We’re in this together.” Jungwoo looked at you. Part of him looked like he wanted laugh, but the other part was so completely in love with you that he just couldn’t fight it any longer.

Lucas: You hadn’t seen him in two months because he was touring. You could barely wait for the car to stop before you darted outside to greet him. Lucas, who was normally too shy to kiss you in public, lifted you up and spun you around in a circle, his lips never leaving yours. “My baby,” he said. “I’m finally home.” You helped him pull his luggage in through the door and helped him remove his long coat. Lucas watched you do all of these things silently, his mind trying to keep up with how fast you were moving. “I missed you so much.” you said, dropping one of his bags and going to him. Again, he picked you up into his arms and kissed you passionately. “I missed you more,” he said. “I didn’t know how much until I saw you running towards me. Next time, you come with me. I don’t think I can spend another day without you.”

Mark: “You’re leaving?” Mark asked. You nodded, said your goodbyes to Mark’s roommates and let him walk you outside. “When will I see you again?” you asked. Mark hovered in the doorway, looking down at his bare feet. “Hopefully soon,” he said. “When are you free?” You wanted to tell him you were free anytime, that all you did was wait for him, but all you could say was that you would let him know. Mark looked behind him to make sure no one was coming down the steps before pecking you on the lips. “I’ll call you later.” he said. You waved at him while walking down his steps. “Okay,” you said. “See you.” Mark cleared his throat and said, “See you. I love you.” You froze on the steps, wondering if you heard him right. Mark left the door hanging halfway open as he hid behind it. “Mark?” you asked. Mark slowly stuck his head back out so that you could see him. His cheeks were red with embarrassment, and he was cringing. You smiled and said, “I love you too.”

Xiaojun: He wasn’t too affectionate. With Xiaojun, you took your time to break down his outer walls. If you gave him your hand, you let him hold it how he wanted to. Sometimes, he was playful in the way he gave you his love, choosing to show it at odd times. “I want to cuddle.” Xiaojun said suddenly. You looked at him to see if he was joking, but he was completely serious. “Never mind.” he said. You took his arm when he tried walking away. “We can cuddle,” you said. “If it’s what you want.” You didn’t wait for Xiaojun to take the initiative, because he never would. You brought him to the couch and had him lay down. When you pressed your body against his, Xiaojun inhaled. “Is this okay?” you asked. “Yes.” he said, draping his arm around you. You couldn’t fight how right it felt for you to be in his arms. Xiaojun exhaled slowly, pulling you a little tighter around the middle every time he did. “I love this, “ he said. “I love…being here with you.”

Hendery: Across the airport, he saw you. Hendery lowered the flowers in his hand and kept watching. All around him, people avoided him where he stood completely fixed to the floor. From afar, he could make out every emotion on your face. You couldn’t see him, but you were looking so diligently in the crowd for him. “Wow.” Hendery whispered underneath his breath. Your side profile was beautiful, your body just as addicting as the day you left. Hendery wanted to meet you, to touch you, but he didn’t want to stop staring. He didn’t care who noticed him. He didn’t care about anyone but you, your outline glowing only for him. When you finally turned and saw him, your whole face changed. You were so excited, your smile wide, and your eyes wet with tears. You made a run for it, bounding towards Hendery just to leap into his arms. Hendery caught your body and your love all at once, holding you tightly in case the world forced him to let go.

Renjun: “Are you asleep?” Renjun asked. You had been quiet for too long, which was abnormal for someone as talkative as you. He nudged you before looking over at you. With his busy schedules, it had been awhile since he had been alone with you. Renjun planned the movie date to be romantic. The two of you and some food, and a little bit of kissing here and there is all he really needed. “Hey, wake up.” he whispered. He shook your shoulder a bit and brushed his finger across your cheek. When you didn’t stir, Renjun couldn’t help but sigh from the disappointment. He had been looking forward to spending the time with you. Still, his kindness always won out. Renjun pulled your body down until your head was resting in his lap. He watched you sleeping for a little while, wondering how he had gotten so lucky to have you. During that time, he began to think of all the reasons he was falling in love with you.

Jeno: “I’m very drunk.” Jeno said. He kept trying to rub his eyes. Every time he went for it, you pulled his arms down and held his hands. “Yes, you are,” you said. “More drunk than I’ve ever seen you.” Jeno laughed and leaned in to kiss you. You pushed him away because you didn’t think it was right to kiss him while he was inebriated. Jeno straightened himself out and looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time. “You’re taking care of me,” he said. “You’re very pretty.” Jeno tried petting your hair, and you let him. “Thank you,” you said. “I’m happy to be one of your cats.” At that, Jeno laughed and pulled you in for a bear hug. You guided him to his bed where you made sure he sat down. “You’re nice, “ he said. “Nicer than me, and you smell nice, too.” You peeled back the covers. “Thank you.” you said. Jeno grabbed your hand and held it. “I’m feeling a lot of things,” he said. “When I look at you…I feel..I feel a lot.”

Haechan: You managed to chase him all around the practice room. Haechan had been bothering you all morning, tugging bits of your hair and making fun of you whenever you spoke. You were always playful with each other, always keeping your relationship light. When you had finally caught up to him, you grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him to you. Dramatically, Haechan dropped to the ground in fits of laughter, attempting to drag you down with him. You straddled him, pinning his hands to the floor. “You always mess with me,” you said. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, sir?” Haechan kept laughing, his face a mirror of happiness. “No.” he said. You leaned down to kiss him, taking his laughter into your mouth. The moment turned serious, all laughter dissipating. When he looked back up at you, he was trying to find words to say. “What?” you asked. “Is there something on my face?” Haechan shook his head. He looked at you for a few more moments in silence before pushing you off of him.

Jaemin: You weren’t extremely sad, just sad. There was no cause to your feelings. Even though he didn’t understand what you were going through, Jaemin did his best to take care of you. “I’ll put on your favorite movie.” he said. You watched him search Netflix for the title. You had been dating a few weeks and didn’t think you ever told him what you favorite movie was. When Jaemin pulled it up, you couldn’t hide the shock from your face. “You didn’t think I would remember?” he asked. Jaemin pressed play. Through the first five minutes of the movie, you couldn’t stop thinking about it until you remembered. “Jaemin,” you said. “I told you my favorite movie on our first date. How did you remember?” Jaemin looked over at you. The expression on his face made it look like he was also surprised by his memory. “I don’t know, “ he said. “I guess you mean a lot to me.”

YangYang: You watched him cram a handful of french fries into his mouth. If that wasn’t love, you didn’t know what was. YangYang talked with his mouth full, potato falling from his lips in an act that you found cute. “You have a lot to say today.” you said. YangYang nodded and took a sip of his soda. “I didn’t get to see you all week,” he said. “ No one else listens to me, and I missed your face.” You smiled and listened to him talk. When the conversation started to calm down, you looked down at his plate and saw one french fry left. You considered taking it off his plate and plucking it into your mouth, but YangYang wasn’t much for sharing. “Do you want it?” he asked. When you acted surprised that he would offer, YangYang pretended like he was offended. “It’s an act of love, “ he said. “And it will only happen once. Take my french fry.”

Chenle: “Zhong Chenle, you invited me to this wedding, and you will dance with me.” you said. You held out your hand and looked down at him, resisting the urge to pout. He was embarrassed, looking around at the friends sitting at his table, but he took your hand and let you lead him. You were always taking him out of his comfort zone, always making him a better man. “I don’t love dancing.” he said. You pulled him tighter and swayed to the music. “But you love me?” you asked. Chenle didn’t need to say it, you already knew.

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keichan · 4 years ago

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Paint Me This

Request: DUDE I LOVE YOUR BLOG SM CAN I REQUEST KAGEYAMA X READER?? Liek the reader loves to paint and becomes manager because she knows Yachi and they fall in love and kags tries to confess and fails like the bab he is 🥺🥺? Fluff please!

A/N: AHHH THANK YOU SM! This is my first request ever! I don’t think that this is as fluffy as I wanted it to come out but I still enjoyed writing it 🥺I hope you like it

Genre: fluffffff, pinch of angst

WC: 2262

★Kageyama x Reader ★

”Y/N! I’m so glad you were able to come!” Yachi grinned, beckoning you to meet the team. It was you and Yachi’s second year at Karasuno and you have yet to meet her volleyball team she manages, though now was a better time than ever. Your club that you have attended for the last year had unfortunately shut down due to lack of members, but luckily your best friend was able to save your ass, per usual. Not only is it your first time meeting these guys, but your first managing gig as well

“Yachi-san, who’s this?” A small, orange haired boy peeked between two of the taller members of the team, his mouth agape. A taller boy with bluish-black hair nudged him to silence.

“This is my friend, Y/N! Since our goal is nationals again, she’s here to help us out this seaon! So be prepared to see her more!.”

“A new manager?” Two boys practically yelled in harmony with each other.

Yachi giggled before nodding in agreement. She quickly turned it over to you for your self introduction.

“My name is L/N F/N. I’m a second year. I’m in class 2-3. Uhhh- I really enjoy painting in the courtyard during lunch so you can always find me there.” You laugh nervously at all the sets of eyes staring at you.

“Nice to meet you!” You said abruptly before dipping your body into a bow. As you drew your head your line of vision met with the tall bluish, black-haired boy from earlier. That’s when it clicked in your mind.

“Kanayama! We’re in the same class aren’t we?”

He automatically stiffened before nodding his head jerkily. A pink hue barely painted his features.

A tall blonde behind him snorted.

“Are you even going to say anything?”

“It’s Kageyama!” He stuttered.

“I’m so sorry!” You laughed rubbing the back of your head. You gave him a warm smile before breaking off to individually meet everyone else. Not before long, practice began.

Kageyama and Hinata silently peered over your shoulder in the courtyard to see what you were painting today. With your headphones in, you quietly hummed to the rhythm and your brush strokes followed.

He usually passed you everyday to see what you were painting, but today was the day that Kageyama accidentally lost his footing leaning forward and toppled onto your picnic table, rather hard. You jumped in your seat as the tall setter awkwardly regained his posture. He sent a glare to Hinata who instantly scurried away.

Kageyama cleared his throat and brushed off his pants.

“Sorry, I- uh was tryna see what you were painting there and I uh”

You quickly set down your brush to wave your hands.

“Don’t worry about it Kageyama-kun! You can help me judge this peace if you wanna! Go ahead and take a seat.” You absentmindedly patted the bench beside you.

He stepped his long legs over the bench before firmly sitting next to you. You presented a small canvas in front of his face and his mouth morphed into a small ‘o’. It was the scenery of the mountains behind Karasuno high. He saw it everyday on his way home. It was a beyond perfect painting.

“Beautiful.” Was all he could manage.

“Me or the painting?”

He froze in place before you nudged his shoulder playfully. Your eyes traveled from the painting to his with a smile so wide, your eyes squinted shut. “I’m just kidding, Kageyama-kun! Thank you!”

A small shadow appeared on the boy's lips.

“Of course.”

Now that he thought about it, he meant you.

A month later, it has now been integrated into your schedule that Kageyama sits next to you at lunch time bearing a carton of milk for himself and a canned coffee for you. Some days he chose to paint with you, though his paintings never came out as well as yours, you definitely acted like they did. He was definitely becoming a prodigy in your world as you were learning his. Anything that you mentioned you like, he’d attempt to paint. Meanwhile, he was more than happy to explain volleyball to you. Sometimes you’d pretend to not understand, only to see how happy he becomes when he gets to talk about what he is passionate about. You adored the setter with all of your heart.

Today the two of you sat against the wall of the school, with a sketchbook in your hand you were jotting down new ideas for personal projects when you felt a weight gently press onto your shoulder followed by a faint snore. Kageyama had passed out, though it made sense with the boys overexerting themselves for the upcoming game. With a faint smile on your face, you slid your phone out of your pocket to take a quick picture of him. He was precious, though it was definitely a potential blackmail photo. You closed your sketchbook and rested your head atop of his until the bell rang.

Months later and the boys volleyball team had become your family to the extent that it felt like you’ve known each member for years. You knew their quirks, their antics, what made them tick. Especially Kageyama. If anything you’ve been spending more time with him than Yachi. You always put in extra hours to help him practice and study. One could not be seen without the other.

Though for the last two weeks you haven’t been at your usual place on the courtyard. When Kageyama asked, you told him that you had supplementary lessons, though it didn’t make sense to him due to the fact that you have never struggled academically as far as he knew. In fact, if he ever needed a tutor, you were always there to help him.

Now he handed you your daily canned coffee in silence at the start of each after school practice. Anytime he’d attempt to talk to you, you’d shy away and stutter nervously. If you wanted to blatantly avoid Kageyama after all this time, he was just hoping that you’d be a little more direct. After a while , he finally gave up on showing up to the courtyard for lunchtime

The evening breeze was chilling to the bone as the cold front rolled in. It was now late December and Kageyama was zipping up his jacket to begin his walk home. At the edge of campus he heard his name being called.

“Kageyama-kun!”

He turned on his heel to the sound of your voice with his heart beating rapidly.

He stood in place until you ran up to catch him.

“Kageyama-kun!” You panted. “I have something that I need to give to you

The setter dug his hands in his pocket with a blank stare on his face. He tilted his head. “Y/N-san, we’re about to go into winter break, I’m sure this can wait until we get back.”

However he felt the opposite.

You were already digging through your bag before the words finished pouring from his mouth. With both hands on a canvas you presented it to him with your head dipped.

“Happy early birthday, Kageyama-kun!”

He carefully took the canvas from you and gazed at it with awe. It was a painting of him setting the ball. You perfectly captured his features. The face he always makes concentrating. The details on his fingers, his hair, his nose. Everything. It looked lifelike.

He studied it for minutes in pure amazement. It was one of the kindest things anyone had done for him. The joy in his heart was overwhelming.

“I’m so sorry that I’ve been distant from you lately, Kageyama-kun. I wanted to do something really special for you, though, I’m not good with painting people so I’ve been going to the art teacher’s classroom for lunch. I’m awful with secrets and surprises, so I apologize for acting the way I have I-”

You were pulled into a hug. Long arms wrapped around your body as Kageyama’s head buried into your neck. His warm breath tickling your skin against the cold.

“Thank you.” He mumbled. “I love it. You're the best.”

The compliments sounded odd rolling off of his tongue, but you couldn’t help but smile.

“So I’m forgiven?” You pulled away from his embrace, a sly smile resting on your lips, your faces inches apart.

“Of course, Y/N-san.”

Luckily for Kageyama, mother nature was on his side or else his face would be beet red.

He walked you to your home with many questions in his mind. The main one being how can he make you his?

You were startled to see Kageyama waiting at the gates, you figured that he’d be at the gym in the early morning with the spring interhigh right around the corner.

“Good morning!” He said with a smile painted on his lips. Slightly unusual, but you couldn’t help but mirror his expression.

“What’s got you in a good mood?”

He glanced over to you with the corners of his lips upturned. “So there’s this girl that I really like-” Your heart automatically sank to the ground, but you kept an eager expression on your face.

“I really want to ask her to get dinner with me at this place in town this weekend before we all leave for Tokyo. I think she’s super pretty, she helps me out in a lot of ways…” She must be so lucky to catch his eye. After all, a lot of girls at the school fawned over Kageyama Tobio. The two of you halted at your classroom door before he turned to you.

“Y/N, I really like-”

The morning bell rang.

You rest your hands over his and give him a reassuring smile.

“I’m sure she’ll say yes.”

You quickly walk into the classroom, leaving the setter with his chest aching.

“So, how’d it go?” Yachi popped in front of you as you silently flipped through the pages of your manager notebook, practice for the evening was finally drawing to a close.

“What?”

“Didn’t Kageyama-kun ask you out? He texted me that he was going to do it after break?”

“WHAT?” You shouted making the entire gym come to a screeching halt. Balls quickly thudded to the floor. You quickly used your notebook to shield your face from everyone else.

“Are you saying he didn’t?” She whispered as if the whole gym’s eyes weren’t on the two of you.

“C’mon guys! Keep it moving!” Enoshita called. You lowered the notebook slightly only for his eyes to meet with yours briefly. With a nervous look on his face he quickly hustled back to his position on the court.

“He was talking about some girl he liked today!” You yelled in a hush whisper.

Yachi gasped. “That’s you! He really did try! Well it was the best he knew how to. And I’d like to say it’s obvious that you two like each other. I’m pretty sure the whole school knows”

Heat rushed to your face and you did your best to hide how flustered you were. Your eyes followed Kageyama as he played with the team.

“I thought I did my best to hide it.”

“I think your three-week long painting project of him kind of gave it away.”

“Shut up.”

After cleaning up, you waited at the stairs of the clubroom for Kageyama. At the top of the stairwell he paused before walking down and carefully tapped your shoulder.

“Y/N, I-”

“Kageyama-kun!” You turned to smile at him, nerves eating you alive.

“I-I just wanted to apologize for earlier. That was out of character for me-” he looked off into the distance with his hand messily running through his hair. “Just don’t worry about what I said I-”

You swiftly walk towards him taking the collar of his team jacket nervously in your hands. You catch his gaze and his speech slowly comes to a halt. You gently pull him down to your face to place your lips softly on his. Kageyama’s lips move slowly against yours as his hands travel quickly along your sides to cup your face delicately. He pulled away with his lips lingering on top of yours, his eyes searching your features for an answer to his silent question.

“I like you, Kageyama-kun. I really really like you. Sorry I misread your confession earlier, I… I uh kinda thought it was for someone else...”

A sheepish smile appeared on his lips as he leaned in to capture your lips once more. Your arms traveled around his neck to gently move into his hair while his hands moved down to hold your hips.

“Well I’m glad that’s cleared up now. Also, just call me Tobio.”

Your eyes twinkled as you studied his face.

“Give me another kiss, Tobio-chan!”

“Get a room you two!” Tsukishima’s voice cut the atmosphere like a knife. Yamaguchi snickered behind him.

“Shut the hell-”

You grabbed his sleeve and gave it a slight tug. He smiled down at you before giving Tsukishima a scowl. Interlacing your hands together he began to walk you home. You waved goodbye to the boys before using your free hand to wrap around his arm.

You swung your intertwined hands marvelling at Tobio under the streetlights. The walk so far has been quiet, but calming. Suddenly Kageyama came to a halt, pulling you by his side.

“Y/N… Would you uh. Um… Be my- err- be my- uh-”

“Yes, Tobio.”

You quickly gave him a peck on the cheek before walking ahead of him.

He grinned from ear to ear.

“Wait up!”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #kageyama #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kageyama x yn #kb takes on requests!

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bbrandy2002 · 5 years ago

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My Love

Chapter Three: Yesterday

A/N: Want to give proper credit to @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore whose thoughtful comments on the previous chapter inspired some of the sentiments and title of this chapter (even though she killed Liam this week and I had to declare war against her).

*One day I will create a moodboard, but, today is not that day.

Warnings: Language and brief mention of infant loss THAT HAS NOTHING to do with this chapter. I was asked by several people how Ellie will be able to continue feeding and it will be explained. Just wanted to be on the safe side there.

Series Summary: After losing the love of his life, Liam is forced to endure another social season. Not wanting to move on, he finds help from an unlikely ally...his late wife

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Hana squinted as her car drove through the crowded gates of the palace; the sun hadn’t fully risen above the horizon yet and its rays were projecting a blinding glare. She slammed her brakes to a halt when she pulled into her usual spot, causing the car's tires to slightly squeal. The car door swung open wildly and she walked with purpose at a quick step, hastily swiping at the tears on her cheeks -- a woman determined to fulfill a promise she made months ago.

She had received the call from Drake only an hour ago, and without hesitation, threw on a pair of white jeans, a tank, and flats. She sobbed as she brushed her hair and tossed it up into a loose ponytail, knowing she had more to do than just grieving the loss of her best friend. Hana, never one to shirk from her duties, had an obligation, one that meant more to her than her own life.

Approaching the rear landing of the palace, she ignored the chatter and bellows that could still be heard from a great distance outside of the gates. For a split second earlier, as she drove in through the seemingly hundreds of mourners and press crowded at the entrance, she contemplated running them down. It was one thing to offer their support and want answers, however at what cost? Did they even know Riley Brooks? The real Riley Brooks? The American behind the Cordonian Crown who befriended a woman from Shanghai and helped her see she was more than some object -- a show-thing -- her parent’s means to success and notoriety. When Constantine was killed during the Costume Ball, she thought, she didn’t recall him receiving this much outpouring of sympathy and heartache. Riley’s death has yet to be officially announced and yet there they were, waiting anxiously for any word on their beloved queen.

Maybe, they did know her after all.

A Royal Guardswoman watched Hana ascend the stairs rapidly with a fierce look. She was quite familiar with Her Majesties, best friend, and didn’t hesitate to open the door for her knowing if she didn’t comply quickly, Hana just may bust through it herself.

The atmosphere inside was somber as Hana continued her quest through familiar passageways; she disregarded the greetings and condolences that were offered to her. Even at a time like this, her mind was sharp and clear. She’d be damned if anyone was going to stop her right now.

When she neared closer to Riley’s office and slowed her quickened pace -- not wanting to make a lot of sounds. Hana had not planned to knock, however what she heard from inside stopped her before her hand could reach the knob.

The voice was gruff but soothing and the song melted her shattered heart. Drake.

“Baby mine, don’t you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine ...”.

Hana had heard Riley sing it to the baby more times than she could count. It was obvious, Drake did as well.

She twisted the knob and eased the door open and closed it softly behind her. Riley had her office completely remodeled weeks ago to accommodate Ellie spending the majority of her time with her when she returned from maternity leave. In the corner of the room, next to a large, open window, Drake sat in an old wooden rocking chair that he refurbished as a baby gift for her office, gently rocking Ellie in his arms.

With Ellie’s tiny fingers wrapped around his large, calloused thumb, he sensed Hana’s presence and began to blush, “I...uhhh...was just..”.

She smiles softly, “I know.”

She walked over to Drake and the baby and crouched down beside them. As her hands glided lovingly over the fine hairs on the top of Ellie’s head, knowing she was fulfilling the promise she made to Riley, she looked up at Drake, both with small tears in their eyes.

“Mind if I sing with you?” She asked; her voice cracked and wispy.

Drake pondered for a moment, not really wanting to in front of Hana, but, nodded..

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Within the hour, Maxwell and Bertrand made the two-hour drive from Ramsford to the Capitol. The limo was subdued for most of the drive; Maxwell glanced at old photos of he and Riley on his phone while a dismayed Bertrand stared out the window, not saying a word.

Maxwell had wept from the time he found out, that was just the kind of man he was. He is and has always been a very emotional person and shows no fear nor remorse in that fact. Bertrand, on the other hand, accepted the news like a Duke learning his monarch had lost any random member; he had work to do.

After arriving at the palace, Maxwell knew Drake was in Riley’s office, having received the text from Hana several minutes ago. As he headed in that direction, Bertrand moved towards the grand staircase, causing Maxwell to take notice in what appeared to be insensitive behavior on his brother’s part.

“Bertrand, where the hell are you going? I told Hana we would meet them in Riley’s office”.

Bertrand turned to his brother just as he climbed the first step, “Yes, yes...please offer up my sincerest condolences to your friends. I will be in the press office should I be needed...and Maxwell...don’t need me”.

“But the press office is on the first floor”, Maxwell shot back.

Bertrand straightened his jacket and his posture, “Indeed it is”, before turning away and continuing up the stairs.

The eldest Beaumont, weaved his way through the corridor he had walked literally hundreds of times, stopping in front of one particularly large, wooden door. He peered down both ends of the hallway, ensuring no one was the wiser to his presence.

Knowing there would be no one inside, he pushed the door open and entered. Everything was exactly the same as he remembered.

He took a deep breath, the scent of lavender and rosewood painting a clear picture in his mind, one that haunted him deeply.

“This is the girl you’ve chosen to represent House Beaumont?”

Bertrand notices the large closet across from the bed and is surprised to find it still full of familiar clothing and accessories; every single piece he remembers fondly as he trails his fingers over each one. The pink derby dress and flashy hat that nearly bankrupted him to purchase and the white gown she wore in Lythikos that showed entirely too much cleavage.

His eyes narrowed as he thumbed across the Applewood peasant costume and removed it with a growl, “Those two nitwits”.

Riley and Maxwell had sworn to him they had returned it to that stage production company he borrowed it from -- quite convincingly so. Bertrand spent nearly a week on the phone defending the two of them and insisted the production company must have misplaced this one-of-a-kind piece of Cordonian history. After losing the battle and his temper, he set up a payment plan to pay off the 35000 Euros the heirloom cost.

He rolled his eyes thinking about how insufferable those two were during the social season: staying up all hours of the night giggling like two schoolgirls, the never-ending jokes at his expense, and those god-forsaken, drunken duets as they traveled from one event to the next. If he never heard, ‘We Will Rock You’, while stomping on the floor of the limo, it would be a day too soon.

Riley and Maxwell caused him more anxiety and agitation than any two people have since, yet at that moment, he would do anything to go back and relive every annoying minute of it.

He held the costume up, looking over it for rips and stains, thinking maybe he could still get his money back, yet that thought quickly dissipated.

“Long live the Apple Queen.” He smiled, then held it close to himself briefly before placing it back on the hook and shutting the door.

He took in the entire room, recalling all those early mornings: their arguments over propriety and cutlery, her backtalk, and lessons upon lessons that somehow the waitress from New York aced each time. Riley knew he was proud of her, Bertrand was confident in that fact.

He glanced down at his watch, contemplating whether or not he should meet up with the others. He opted instead to stay longer, to be alone in this room, with the thoughts and memories of his sister, fresh on his mind and heart. As he sat on the corner of her old bed, he let the pain that had festered within him since leaving Ramsford finally break him down.

His face fell into his palms as he let out a painful sob.

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Liam was still curled in the same spot on the floor in front of the sofa; still clinging to her throw blanket and still wondering what the hell happened just a few hours ago. His eyes were dry, having nothing left to secrete from them. He needed to get up because there is so much to do: arrangements needed to be made, meet with Madeleine to make an announcement to the public, and accept phone calls and messages from international leaders expressing their condolences.

He pushed himself up from the floor, still holding on tightly to her blanket, and turned to take in the vast living quarters that had become their home.

On the table in front of Liam were the purple lilies he sent her yesterday -- just like the ones he sent her every week for over a year.

The flowers he would never send again.

Yesterday, everything was fine. Yesterday, he was a happily married man that was more in love with his wife than he thought was possible. Yesterday, he woke up with his arms around her and she taunted him about the plans she had for him that evening. Yesterday, life was normal, happy, and everything he ever envisioned a life with Riley would be like.

Liam tossed her blanket on the couch and wondered: if all those things were true yesterday, how can it not be today?

Their home seemed so empty without her and he shuddered thinking about the finality of that thought: she wouldn’t be home again. He wouldn’t hear that laugh again, dance with her in the kitchen, or arrive late to another ball because he just couldn’t keep his hands off her. Those thoughts grew, and the anger that it manifested took root in the pit of his stomach and was now pushing on every nerve ending in his body. Liam could feel his face redden with heat and scorn. His heart surged, and his mind became muddled with rage. He lurched to the vase full of flowers and threw them across the room. The shattering of glass against the wall only propelled him further as he turned to the sofa table and flipped it over.

“You said you would never leave!" he yelled towards the heavens, “after everything we went through to be together: the scandal, the assassination attempts!!".

He swiped a lamp and book off a nearby end table, "Was it all a fucking lie Riley? .Answer me, goddammit!!! Liam shouted.

Liam shoved the couch corner into the glass cabinet and continued to push and slam again with each remark, “We had a life..We had a marriage. We have a baby!".

He reached for the fireplace poker and didn’t hesitate to bust out the glass covering of the stone hearth, "Damn you for leaving me, Riley Brooks! DAMN YOU!"

He swung furiously over and over at anything and everything in his path while continuing his emphatic curses of damnation against his wife. The glass of picture frames broke, wood splintered, walls pelted with tiny holes, fabrics stripped.

In all of his rage, he didn’t hear the footsteps that were quickly approaching him from behind, Suddenly, there were two strong arms wrapped around him with a tightened grip and pulled him down to the floor.

“Get the fuck off of me, Drake.” Liam struggled to loosen himself as he laid face down on the floor with his best friend holding him in place.

Drake jerked the poker from his hand and tossed it away, “This isn’t the way, Li. She wouldn’t want --”

“Fuck what she would have wanted and your self-righteous indignation, Drake Walker.” Liam continued to fight his way out of the constraints Drake had on him, “I remember the looks you would give her, I bet the two of you were going at it behind my back the entire time. Did you enjoy my wife Drake? Did she fuck you and ...”

“STOP IT!”

As much as Drake wanted to punch him, he knew his friend well enough to ignore his gibes; Maxwell, on the other hand, had enough.

Liam and Drake both snapped their heads back to Maxwell, never seeing him that furious or hearing his voice that raised. “You will never, ever speak of her like that again, treason be damned. Do you understand me?”

A dispirited look crossed Liam’s face, replacing the rage and adrenaline he felt. His face lowered and rested on the floor, having nothing more to give. “I...I just miss her so damn much.”

Drake quickly moved off and Maxwell closed in on them; the two comforting their lifelong friend as he draped his arms over his head and wept.

“Is it okay to come in now?” Hana asked as she peeked around the corner, holding the baby in her arms.

“Yeah...we’re good,” Drake shouted back.

Liam lowered his arms and looked to Hana when he saw his daughter, “Ellie”, he whispered.

Maxwell and Drake helped Liam up and watched as he crossed through the carnage in the living room to retrieve his baby.

Hana asked if he was okay, wanting to be sure he was calm enough to hold her; he assured her he was.

He held Ellie close to him, taking in Riley’s features, feeling ashamed of the words he never meant to say about her mother.

Drake, Maxwell, and Hana spent the rest of the day with Liam and Ellie, joined later by Bertrand.

Riley had pumped enough breastmilk to last several days and Miss Talbert, Riley’s personal assistant, found that bereaved mothers who lost their babies after birth, donated their breast milk to help deal with the loss. Liam gave her the go-ahead to look into that option further and get back with him.

Liam informed Madeleine to release the news to the press and public, but insisted on privacy, although he knew not only the Cordonian press would be all of this, but the American’s, as well.

As Ellie slept in Maxwell’s arms, the group picked and prodded at their lunch, not one of them feeling like eating, when the doorbell rang.

Liam answered the door and stepped aside to let Bastien in.

“Your Majesty.” He bowed.

“Bastien.”

Bastien handed him an envelope. “I received this moments ago. You’ll want to see this, sir.”

Liam turned it over, studying the large, yellowish envelop skeptically, His brows knitted. “What is this?”

The head guard stiffened his postured and let out a heavy breath. “It's the results of Her Majesty's autopsy.. You may want to sit".

#the royal heir #the royal romance #liam x riley #king Liam x mc #trr fanfic #trr drake #maxwell beaumont #hana lee #my love #liam x mc #bbrandy2002

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yandere-society · 5 years ago

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Hi!! I hope this request isn’t too boring haha. Uhhh how would the maknae line react to their s/o killing or seducing one of their bodyguards or just one of the men in charge of watching them?

Maknae Line Reaction to Flirting with Your Bodyguard

Admin: @nomnomsik 🎉

Trigger warnings: yandere-themes, toxic relationship, obsession, physical violence, and mentions of physical abuse. Please read with caution.

A/n: Female reader and sorry that Jimin’s is so long… I kinda got enthralled in it.

Jimin

Jimin was so blinded― all the soft whispers that came out of your lips were slowly forming into lies. He began to learn you meant them less and less. Every touch that lingered on his skin seemed out of obligation, necessary to keep some structure in your relationship.

He was a world-renowned artist, traveling the world to perform, and with this high status came benefits. A team of bodyguards that watched over his private home and personal assistants that looked after him. He entrusted his most loyal bodyguard, one that had proved himself for the years he had worked with Jimin, to look after you.

If there was one thing Jimin struggled with, it was always trying to keep up with you. You were mischevious, often finding loopholes in his ideas or rules. And because he loved you, he only saw good and pure innocence in your acts.

Most of the time, you were hiding somewhere in his spacious home, not on purpose he liked to believe. But after spending plenty of hours just searching for where you were, he decided he couldn’t do this anymore.

Your bodyguard was to stick by your side, at all times, and if you ever needed privacy, the guard was to be outside the room you were in. The only thing you hated about it was feeling rushed in everything you had to do, whether it be changing your clothes, using the bathroom, or trying to take long showers.

The breach of privacy always irked you and the fact the man Jimin had assigned to you was on par with statues at art museums, also rubbed you the wrong way. Dark shades always covering his eyes, his lips sealed shut, you would’ve thought he had it hot-glued together.

So, during the times of boredom, you decided to try a different game. Jimin never gave you any specific rules, so there’s no way he would be mad. After all, all he told you to listen to the guard’s instructions.

“What’s your name?” You had asked, swinging your legs off the high chair you sat in, situated near the kitchen. Predictably, the man didn’t respond back, causing your bottom lip to jut out as you folded your arms.

“Heyyyyy.” You whined, waving your hand in front of his face. “Why are you so cold, mister? I just want to get to know you better. It’s so boring staying here all day. At least take a seat next to me?”

The man’s gaze seemed to look over at the empty bar chair next to you, walking over and planting himself down. You clapped your hands excitedly, peering at his concealed eyes with immense curiosity.

Jimin always knew how to pick the right gems out of a pile, and you were his most precious. The bodyguard could see it– from your clear, yet bright eyes that sparkled at him. It made him feel like he was special, so warm and comforting that he too yearned to know his employee better.

Were you always such a touchy person?

Your hands traveled over his left shoulder and down the sleeves of his suit, all the while your eyes met his. There was something in your eyes he could feel so powerfully, cloudly, miserable, and so alone. And so, he lifted his hand up, patting the top of your head in an awkward manner.

You smiled softly, crossing your legs together as a hum escaped your lips. The bodyguard brought his hand to a slow stop and retracted it away, warmth once again leaving you.

Instead, you were greatly surprised when you found him touch your cheek, in a caressing manner. You wanted to know why and as you were about to open your mouth, there was a loud snap of a camera.

“Hmm,” Jimin mused, staring back at his phone and looking through his recent shot. “Did I miss something?”

The bodyguard sprang up to his feet, guilty bowing his head down as Jimin took powerful strides up to where you sat. Jimin quickly dismissed him, muttering something under his breath about talking to him later, only to focus his attention at your emotionless face.

“I guess you can’t really help yourself, can you?” He mocked, bringing your chin up to meet his face. “Isn’t it so strange that I’ve never seen you react so calmly to someone touching you before?” He asked rhetorically, noticing how your throat gulped, eyes wandering to the things behind him.

“Don’t worry,” He reassured, a smirk on his lips. “I won’t do anything to you. You’ll learn the hard way. Try not to keep messing you, you’ll never want to see me truly mad.”

Taehyung

“Can you please let it go, just this once?” You pleaded in the man in front of you, one of Taehyung’s bodyguards while he was away on his tour than spanned over months.

Of course, the worst part was being stuck home all day, with the fall weather just setting in, the chilling breezes and cool temperature that made it perfect to have fun outside. But, being under the supervision of Taehyung’s men, you weren’t allowed outside under his orders.

You became desperate, begging them to just let you out, even if it was for a minute, but they knew better and denied all your requests. Once, you found yourself crying, skin so devoid of color and lacking the sun, that you phoned Taehyung.

Initially, you had expected for Taehyung to give in just this once, to cheer you up and let you go outside. But, your heart only broke when all you heard from the other side was his monotone voice saying “no.” That you wouldn’t go outside, ever, until a couple of months later when he returned.

All the stress that built upon you exploded, body trembling and colliding with the ground as you screamed, not bothering to hang up the phone, and a Taehyung who could care less, hanging up.

You did the most rational thing that night, breaking the fencing around the windows and pulling yourself through on the ground floor of his mansion. The bodyguards were still on duty, switching out 12 hours.

It was funny when you think about it. You still had no idea how you got past them. Maybe they never expected you to even try to escape, assuming you would just accept the submission placed on you. But you were free, roaming the streets of Seoul. Finally.

The night was spent to the fullest, splurging all your money on drinks and just having a good time. You didn’t even feel the vibration of your phone, indicating the bodyguards of your location. It wasn’t even a thought.

Now, you were kneeling in front of the bodyguard who was to report to Taehyung, begging him to not tell him, knowing full well how he would react.

The bodyguard sighed back at you, only to agree, just this once like you had said. Little did he know that the other men he worked with would find out, ratting him out to their boss.

It wasn’t until Taehyung finally came back that he greeted you solemnly, looking over at the man who was supposed to be loyal to him. It was the type of anger to where he ordered the other men to drag the betrayer out, then focusing his attention back on you.

Taehyung always had this disinterested look on his face, as if he expected nothing less. “I always knew you were no good.”

Jungkook

Jungkook had just walked off stage, sweat dripping down his forehead and neck as his performance finally came to an end. He walked toward the dressing rooms, eager to see your reaction, eager to see you.

There were fantasies lingering in his mind at how you’d react. Maybe you’d tell him how amazing he was on stage, long hair curtaining the side of his face as he fiercely stared back at the camera.

Maybe you’d even give him a kiss, telling him how much you loved him. How you’re so happy to have a guy like him.

But instead, he was greeted with you and his bodyguard, chatting away, eyes not on the TV screen that broadcasted the live performance, but more on each other.

Needless to say, he went ballistics.

Jungkook almost beat the poor guy, head hot with anger as he thrashed around in the hold of security who all told the man to calm down, especially in such a public environment. Jungkook wouldn’t have it. He needed to get his anger out, to kick the guy until he was bleeding, to have the satisfaction of victory, to teach that cocky son of a-

It wasn’t until half an hour, they escorted the bodyguard with a bleeding nose out. Unfortunately for Jungkook, he was screaming at the man from the top of his lungs, telling him to come back and fight him, plenty of taunts thrown out. But when you came over to gently touch his shoulder, he did ease the tension in his muscles, even though his face was hurt with betrayal.

“If you wanted my attention, just ask.” Jungkook huffed, folding his arms as he whispered curses under his breath. “I thought I told you how I hate seeing other people making you smile.”

You refuted his claim, denying that you did it for another man’s attention. You tried to explain to him that you just wanted some freedom, talking to someone you wanted to talk to. Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes as you.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, y/n. If I don’t like something, simply don’t do it. Or would you rather just stay home? I can do that too since it seems like you want me to.” Your face paled, shaking your head in an immediate no.

Your obedience caused a laugh to escape Jungkook’s lips, fingers brushing through your hair as he snapped your head forward, pulling you into a hot and sloppy kiss.

“And that’s why I love you.” He murmured, lips separated. “You’re such a good girl to me.”

#yandere bts #bts reactions #bts scenarios #yandere jungkook #yandere taehyung #yandere jimin #yandere jungkook x reader #yandere taehyung x reader #yandere jimin x reader #yandere bts reactions #yandere bts scenarios #bts reaction #bts scenario #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts taehyung #bts headcanons

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xxmandaveexx · 5 years ago

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Vocal - Arthur Fleck x Female Reader (NSFW)

After the Murray Franklin Show Incident, you decide you need to take some time away from Arthur for a bit. While you are away, you give him a call from the hotel you're staying at and you begin to realize just how much you really miss him.

As it turns out, this became a part of a series I plan on posting soon. However, due to the number of people wanting to read this particular part, I decided to upload it separately. The beginning summarizes what's happened up until that point which will be further explained once I upload the other chapters.

Until then, enjoy this little nugget of writing. 😊

You still couldn't believe the man you loved could do such a thing. You had witnessed it with your own eyes that night when, dressed as a clown you knew all too well, he shot a man point blank live on television.

Right after that incident, he somehow made his way back home to you, but you knew things had changed. He seemed to behave as if he didn't do anything wrong, but you knew better.

As far as you were concerned, the man you had loved for the past few months was gone and replaced by someone who had eerily looked just like him, but it wasn't him.

As much as you wanted to get to the bottom of why he did what he did, you knew for the time being that you couldn't stay here with him. Although he reassured you that he still loved you dearly like the man you once knew, you still feared for your safety, unsure if perhaps you would be his next victim if you just so happened to say or do the wrong thing to him.

Despite him reassuring you of his feelings for you, a part of you still didn't feel safe being around him right now. In order to decide what your next move would be, you made the difficult decision in telling him that you needed time away from him for a bit.

You knew he wouldn't take this well.

You were his whole world; his whole life. He couldn't imagine a world without you in it. But judging by his recent actions and after finally coming clean live on air that he was the one who killed those three Wallstreet men on the subway that night, he understood why you had to leave.

And because he loved you more than anything, he wanted to give you the space you needed. He knew you were feeling differently towards him. He knew this could potentially end your relationship with him.

And a part of him seemed okay with that.

For the time being at least.

After he was seen spotted stalking you the following day at work, even though you left him a note begging him not to do so, you decided to go along with the next part of your plan.

Despite him begging you not to do it, after work that day, you decided you needed to spend a few days away from him at a hotel. You hoped that staying at a hotel might be just the thing to help clear your thoughts and help you decide whether or not you should leave him or not.

However, because you had grown so attached to Arthur these past few months of knowing him, you soon began to worry about him. During work that whole day, you began to have anxiety ridden thoughts about what Arthur could possibly be doing at that very second now that you were away.

Considering he was still unemployed after getting fired from his job, you knew he was still at his apartment, alone and wrestling with his own personal demons.

Because of this worry, you quickly called him as soon as you checked into the hotel after leaving work that day. After a brief conversation and knowing he was okay for the time being, you promised him you would call him back later that night just before you went to bed.

A few hours later, you called him back after changing into your pajamas and crawling under the sheets.

He had been watching the news and hearing some more news coverage about his episode on the Murray show the night before. At that moment, he heard the phone ring and immediately ran over to it.

"Y/n?" He asked.

"Hi baby." You smiled as soon as you heard his voice.

He breathed a heavy sigh and leaned against the counter where the phone was.

"Are you okay?” You asked in a soft voice.

“Mmhmm... just... missing you. That’s all.” He mumbled over the phone.

“I know... But... I’ll come home tomorrow. I promise.” Although you had reassured him of this earlier when you called, he still felt a strong sense of relief after hearing you say that again.

“Listen, ummm... I'm gonna get ready for bed soon."

"Oh..." He sounded almost disappointed hearing this.

"Although... Who knows if either one of us will be able to sleep tonight..."

"Yeah..." You heard him mumble under his breath. You just knew he wouldn't be sleeping tonight for sure.

"Ummm... Listen... I uhhhhh.... I was thinking maybe... We could try something to help us get some sleep."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Talk?"

He sighed. "I'd rather just hear you talk, if I'm being honest. I'm not much in a talking mood right now." He took a drag of his current cigarette.

"That's too bad. Because... Well... I was thinking... This might be one of the only times we could do this. Talking on the phone I mean."

"Yeah..."

"And... I don't know. I just got to thinking about you and... How much I still love you and how... I wanna be able to show you how much I love you once I get home..."

"That's sweet..." His voice began soft as a warm sensation filled his chest.

"Yeah... But the thing is... What I wanted to do.... I don't know if you'll feel comfortable with it or not."

"What?"

"Ummm....." You hesitated. You weren't sure exactly how to bring up this next bit, so you just went for it, hoping he would be okay with it.

"I know we... Haven't really... Gotten... You know... Intimate yet. And I know we talked about it but... I don't know. Forget it."

"No, no. Tell me."

"I just think... Maybe we should try something. Right now."

"Like what?"

"Well... We can't physically be with each other right now and... I... Wanna make sure you're comfortable with me when we finally do this so... Maybe we should... Practice a little?"

He felt his eyes get a little big.

"Are you saying right now? Over the phone?"

"Yeah... I know you... You know... You're intimate by yourself. And so am I." As soon as he heard this, he slowly ran his hand down his chest and just over the front of his pants.

"I am. Sometimes."

"Yeah. And... It feels good doesn't it?"

"It does. Except... "

"Except what?"

"Except... I feel... Wrong for doing it sometimes."

"Why?"

"B-because I... I... Think about you. A lot. When I'm doing it." He covered his eyes in embarrassment, feeling his face get hot as well.

"Arthur... You shouldn't feel bad about doing that. It's completely normal. Can I tell you something?"

"Mmhmm."

"Lately when I've done it. Especially in the shower... I've thought about you too."

He felt himself harden in his pants after hearing you say this. You thought about him?

"Really..? What uhhh... What do you think about?"

"I was gonna ask you the same thing. ....Are you comfortable?"

He took another long drag of cigarette.

"I am now."

"Good." You breathed a heavy sigh and looked down at your pajama top.

"I'm... laying in bed right now. Under the covers. Wishing you were here with me right now."

"I... I am." His voice got lower. This made you shut your eyes for a second, soaking in that amazing sound.

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you thought about what to say to him next.

"I want you to... Put your arm around me. And... Start running your hand.. through my hair... And down my face... Gently..."

"Okay..." He softly closed his eyes. You imagined him touching you like you said as you listened to his gentle breathing over the phone.

"I always loved the way your hands feel... They're soft but... There still a... Roughness to them." You let out a soft, muffled moan.

"Arthur... Kiss me..."

You pictured him gently placing his lips against yours.

As soon as he heard that soft moan escape your lips, he felt himself harden even more.

Suddenly, you heard a soft moan coming from him over the phone.

"Now what..." He whispered.

"Now... Run your hand... Down my face... And... Down my neck..." You sighed.

"And start... unbuttoning my pajama top..."

"Okay..." He whispered.

You started undoing your own pajama shirt until you unbuttoned it all the way down.

"Tell me what to do next..." He whispered.

"I know you... Haven't seen what I look like yet..."

"No..."

"It's okay. You can look..." You slowly pushed away one side of your pajama shirt, exposing one of your breasts and one half of your torso to the cool air of the hotel room.

"Can you see me...?" You asked.

"Y-yes...."

"How do I look...?" Your fingertips gently grazed down your torso, brushing your skin.

"You're... You're beautiful... So beautiful...Your skin looks so soft..."

"I am soft... Touch me Arthur..."

You reached down and took your breast in your hand and began massaging it in around in slow circles.

"Mmm... Your hand, Arthur... It feels so good..."

You heard a quiet little whimper on the phone.

"Now... You can... Take your fingers... And... Gently caress my breast... And my nipple... Mmmmm....." You moaned.

You heard him whimper over the phone once again.

"I need to kiss you there..."

"Ahh.... Do it...." You moaned.

You pictured him lowering his head down and wrapping his mouth around the top part of your breast, sucking the skin lightly before pulling away and moving down to your nipple.

"Mmm... Arthur... Use your tongue... Against... My nipple...."

"Mmm..." He held back a moan of his own by biting his bottom lip.

You pictured him using the tip of his tongue to gently flick your nipple before taking your entire breast into his mouth. You squeezed and caressed your own breast and nipple while doing this, feeling yourself start to get wet.

"Mmmm Arthur.... I.... I have to tell you something..."

"...what?" He sounded tired already.

"I'm... Y-you're making me... So wet...."

He couldn't take it anymore. With a loud breath of air breathing into the phone, he quickly undid his pants and pulled down his underwear so he could pull his cock out in front of him.

You heard him making small sounds and grunts and he struggled to do this one handed but you knew what he did just by the sounds he was making.

"Arthur...?" You asked.

"Yeah...?"

"D-did you...?"

He got quiet for a second. He thought he did something wrong.

"I-I’m sorry. W-was I supposed to..." He looked down with himself still in his hand, that feeling of embarrassment coming back.

"Hey... It's okay. Don't apologize. It's like I said earlier. You shouldn't feel embarrassed for doing this..." You couldn't hide your grin anymore.

"I..." You heard him whisper. "Arthur... I need to ask you one more thing before we keep going though."

"Anything."

"Are you okay with... me talking to you like this?"

You heard him hold back a laugh.

"Are you kidding? I've... I've never heard you talk like this before. But... I like it..." He looked down again. You could have sworn you heard him smile over the phone.

"Good. Now... it's your turn. Tell me what you're doing right now..."

He swallowed hard, nervous that he would say the wrong thing. "I'm... Still here... By the phone... I'm... Leaning against the counter.. and..." He stopped for a second, wondering if he should say his next sentence.

"Arthur..." You whispered. "It's okay. You can tell me..."

He breathed a heavy sigh, but he knew he had to tell you this.

"God... I'm so hard right now."

Your smile grew as your mouth opened in amazement after hearing him say that. You always knew he had that confidence inside of him this whole time.

He felt a little uneasy telling you this, unsure of what your reaction would be. He thought maybe he said the wrong thing, seeing as how you didn't respond right away. He was so close to apologizing one more time. That is, until he heard your voice again.

"You are?" You sounded so happy to hear that.

"I... Yeah...?" His voice got soft again.

"Arthur... This is exactly what I want you to tell me. I want you to be able to... Be comfortable around me. Especially when it comes to this..."

"I am comfortable. I always have been...."

"Good... Now... I'm curious..." You lightly ran your fingertips up and down your torso.

"You said... You think about me sometimes?"

"Mmhmm..." On the other end of the phone, he began gently running his hand up and down his length.

"What do you think about?" You asked.

You heard him hold back a laugh. "So many things... So many things I... Want to happen in real life..."

"Really? Well... Maybe... If you tell me... We could make those real..."

He bit his lip after hearing you say that.

"Okay... I... I always picture seeing you here at home. Everyday when I come home from work. I always have such a shitty day... But... I see you in the kitchen. You always have a smile on your face whenever I walk in the door... And you come over and give me a big kiss on my lips..."

"Aww..." You loved how innocent his fantasy sounded. And you just knew when you saw him again that you would make this fantasy a reality soon.

"Yeah... But then I tell you... I had a terrible day... And... You wanna make that all go away..."

"I do..."

"So... You walk me over to the couch... Sit me down..." He couldn't help but hold back a smile at the next sentence. "Sometimes I'm still dressed up like Carnival, but you don't care..."

You smiled back.

"I always take that wig off and throw it across the room and... You come over and... Sit down next to me... And...." You heard him breathe a heavy sigh.

"You take your hand... And you start rubbing my thigh... Up.. and down... Next thing I know... You're unbuttoning my shirt... And you're leaving kisses all over my neck... And down my collarbone... And.... Down my chest..." You could hear his shallow breathing now.

"I'd love to do that to you, Arthur... I love your body so much... It's so... Beautiful..."

"....I am..?" He whispered back.

"Mmmhmm... I always thought you were. Now.. Keep going..."

He felt himself begin to blush as he continued talking."Okay... it's not long until... You... Make it down to my pants... And... Oh god..." He ran his hand up and down his length again.

"Arthur..."

"Y-yeah...?" He let go of his cock and waited to hear what you had to say.

"Do you still have your clothes on?"

"Y-yeah...?"

"Are you... wearing a buttoned up shirt?"

"Yeah..."

"I want you to unbutton it..." You heard him swallow hard over the phone as he held the phone against his shoulder, in order to unbutton his shirt. All you could hear was his gentle breathing into the phone as he did that.

"Does that feel better?" You asked.

"Much better..."

"Good... Now... Keep going. Keep talking..."

"Okay... well..." He started to run his hand up his chest and his fingertip gently ran across one of his nipples.

"You unbutton my pants... Unzip them and... God your hand is so warm... You started... Rubbing outside of my underwear... I didn't think I would last very long.... But then... You reach in... Fuck... Your hand is so warm..." He breathed.

"Mmmm.... Arthur... God you feel so big..."

He held back a smile of his own after hearing you say that.

"I don't know if... I can take all of that..."

"Yes you can, baby..." His voice got deep again. "I'll be gentle... I...." He stopped for a second.

"I need to be inside of you..."

"You will, baby... You will..." You gently squeezed your other breast and ran your hand down your torso again.

Arthur continued to slowly run his hand up and down his length in slow, soft motions, not fully grasping himself just yet.

"But first... I wanna make you feel good..."

He bit his lip again. "I do feel good, baby... You always make me feel good..." He whispered into the phone.

You bit your lip too. "Mmmm.... God.... I just... I need..."

"Tell me what you need..." He whispered in your ear.

"I need... That... Big cock in my mouth..." You whined.

He grinned again and immediately felt a feeling of confidence come over him.

"That's my girl..."

You pictured yourself pulling his cock out from his underwear and gripping it firmly in your hand.

"Oh god... Its so big..." You moaned. You loved being able to build up his confidence, even if it was like this.

"I know... Now... I'm gonna... Put my hand behind your head and... I want you to..." He couldn't finish his sentence. Luckily, you finished for him.

"I'm gonna... Run the tip of my tongue around the tip of it. And... My hand... Is gonna move up and down... Slowly up and down your cock..."

Hearing you use such vulgar language made him want to try it too. So instead of describing the scene anymore, he started talking directly to you.

"Your mouth feels so good, baby... Fuck..."

"Mmmm....." You brought two fingers into your mouth and began to suck on them, helping you fantasize about Arthur even more.

"You taste so good, Arthur..." You made sure he could hear the sounds of you sucking on your fingers. The amount of saliva you were using made for the wettest, sloppiest noises.

“You’re such a good girl Y/n... Taking me into your whole mouth like this...”

“Mmmm....” You continued sucking on your fingers a bit more.

“Oh god...” He moaned over the phone.

“What, baby?”

“I... I feel like...”

“Are you gonna cum for me...?”

“Yeah but.. I.. I wanna...” He couldn’t finish his sentence.

“What? Tell me...”

“I... I wanna be inside of you...”

“Okay..” You laid back on the bed some more and stared up at the ceiling.

“I’m glad you said that. Because guess what?”

“What?”

“I’m soooo wet right now, baby. I need to touch myself right now... I wanna picture what you feel like inside of me...”

You made yourself comfortable by removing your pajama pants and finally your underwear.

“Arthur...”

“Hmm..?”

“Do you wanna make me feel good?”

“Yes... More than anything...”

“Good... Because... I already took my panties off and... I’m soaking wet.”

“...fuck...” You just barely heard him over the phone. He almost lost it right then and there.

“C’mere... I want you to... Start.. Kissing me down my neck... And down my chest...”

You heard a soft moan come out of him.

“Down my stomach and..” You breathed a sigh. “I want you to... Spread my legs apart...”

“I did...” He breathed. “God you are wet...”

“I know... This is all because of you, baby... All because of you...” He slowly closed his eyes and ran his hand down his length once again. He couldn’t believe you were really saying this to him.

“Okay... I want you to...”

“Shhh...” You heard him interrupt. “Just relax, baby... I got this...”

You were surprised to hear him say this. You were surprised by a lot of things he had been saying. Was this still the Arthur that you knew?

“I’m gonna rub my fingers against you.. Up.. And down...”

Just as he said that, you reached down and mimicked that exact action.

“So... Is this what you do in the shower? When you’re thinking of me?”

You bit your lip in response. “Mmmhmm...”

“What else do you picture me doing?” His voice suddenly got deep again.

“I... I see you... Using your mouth too...” You could picture him using his tongue to flick against your folds, soaking up all the wetness.

“Oh god... You taste so good...” He had gotten the idea from you to start sucking on his own fingers to make more sounds over the phone.

“Mmmm... Arthur.... I can’t wait anymore... I... I need you inside of me already...”

A devious smile came over his face as soon as you said that. Before he could prepare himself for what was to come, he immediately remembered something he tried out not too long ago during one of his other sessions by himself.

He would stand in front of a counter or the dresser in the bedroom, rest his hand against as he gripped onto his length, then he would thrust forward into his gripped hand, mimicking what he thought it would feel like to be inside of you.

He turned towards the counter behind him and began positioning himself.

“I’m ready baby...” He whispered. He pictured himself slowly inching inside of you with just the tip before pulling out.

“I’m going slow... okay...?”

“Okay...” You breathed.

“Just the tip for right now...”

“Jesus...” You whispered.

“What? Are you alright?” All of a sudden, he became panicked. Did he hurt you? He needed to know.

“Yeah... but.. Its just... Even the tip feels really big...”

He couldn’t help but smile.

“Its okay baby... I’m okay... I can handle it...”

“If I hurt you.. Just tell me...” He whispered.

“Okay...”

“Okay.. Just a little more...” He looked down and with his other hand, gently positioned himself against his clenched hand once more.

He heard you moan as he slowly pushed himself into his closed hand again.

“Almost there...” He gently pushed the rest of himself into his hand until his hand rested against his pelvis.

“There...” He breathed. “I’m inside of you...”

“Wow...” You breathed. “You... You feel so good... Just... Here... Inside of me...”

“I know.. You’re so warm...”

There was a brief silence until one of you spoke again.

“Arthur... Are you okay?”

He had closed his eyes and was picturing you around him, warm and wet. He didn’t wanna move at all because he knew you weren’t really here with him.

“Y-yeah...”

“If you want, we can stop...” You reassured him.

“No... I just... I miss you so much...”

You felt your heart break a little.

“I miss you too...”

“...I wanna keep going.”

You nodded back. “Okay..”

He slowly pulled himself out from his hand then quickly thrust forward again, letting out a loud moan.

“...fuck...!”

“Is it too much, baby?” You asked.

“No... Its just right... I’ve wanted this for so long... To.. feel you like this...” He panted.

“Good...” You sighed again. “Make love to me Arthur...”

He didn’t miss a beat. He quickly pulled out of his hand and thrust back in again. Meanwhile, you were rubbing yourself and alternating between shoving your own fingers inside of yourself, trying to picture him thrusting inside of you.

“Oh god yes... Mmmmm...!” You bit your lip. “Mmmm... Fuck me baby... God.. You’re so good....”

“Y/n...” He moaned. “I’m... I’m not gonna... Last... Very long...”

“Its okay... Ahhh... Cum inside of me... Please...” You begged.

With a few more thrusts, he thrust one more time and spilled all over the counter and his hand with a loud moan. You felt your wall clench around you as you followed shortly afterward.

You both began to catch your breaths for a bit, trying to come down from your high.

“I... I can’t believe we just did that...” He breathed into the phone.

“I know...” You smiled back. “Felt good, didn’t it?”

“Mmmhmm...”

You continued to hear him breathe into the phone as he leaned against the counter.

“...My heart’s beating so fast...”

“I know... Mine too. And just think.. That was just us... TALKING to each other.” You said as you held back a laugh.

“Fuck... you’re gonna kill me...” He said as he held back a laugh as well.

You let him go get cleaned up as you waited by the phone for him.

“Okay, I’m back.”

“Hey...” You said in a soft voice.

He sighed. “...That was amazing... Thank you, sweetheart...”

“You’re welcome... It was, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah...”

“Hey...”

“Hmmm...?”

“...I love you.” You whispered.

He felt a sharp sting in his heart as soon as you said that.

“Y-you do..?”

“Yeah. Even after all of this. I still do.”

You both continued to talk a bit over the phone until you noticed how late it started to get. You looked over at the clock on the dresser and noticed just how long you had been talking to Arthur.

“Baby, its getting late. I gotta go.”

“No...” He whined. “Don’t go.”

“I have to, baby. I’m sorry. But... I’m keeping my promise. I’m coming home to you tomorrow.”

“Okay... I’ll...” He looked over at the empty bed in the bedroom. “I’ll keep your side of the bed warm for you.”

You felt a smile come over your face. “You’re so sweet, Arthur... I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n...”

#arthur fleck x reader #joker 2019 #arthur fleck headcanon #joaquin phoenix

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babywarg · 5 years ago

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Writing Tag Game

I've never done this and it looks like fun! Thanks for the tag, @visionarygalaxy 💖

No tags, but please do this, it is a fun fic retrospective thing.

(I apologize if I missed any tags for previous memes - this has been a terribly busy seven days. Please ping me via PM if I missed anything 💖)

AO3 Name: babywarg

Fandoms: recently, MCU; specifically, ironstrange. previously: tenipuri (RIKKAIDAI!!), katekyou hitman reborn, gensomaden saiyuki, hobbit movies, yst/rw, yyh, etc. i'm a one-fandom-at-a-time person

Tropes: Uhhh I am not sure I have one. Two switches with dominant personalities occasionally duking it out and then giving way just a little bit to let the other in, I suppose... (I privately refer to it as “semepile” but there should be a better word for it out there)

Number of Fics: 83 total for all pseuds; just 65 for babywarg

Fic I spent the most time on: definitely my first multichapter, Settling for a Miracle - i'm STILL spending time on it!

Fic I spent the least time on: all the fics that are below 1000 words 😺 His Storms has a special place in my heart because it came fully formed in my head; putting it down on paper was effortless.

Longest Fic: co-written: Particles (with the brilliant @amethyst-noir <3). solo ride: Settling for a Miracle

Shortest Fic: that is a complete ficlet and not a meta: Waking Up Beside Him for the First Time

Most Hits: No Longer Human

Most Kudos: Love Through Time

Most Comment Threads: co-written: Particles. solo ride: Settling for a Miracle

Most Bookmarks: Love Through Time

Total Word Count: 360,200

Favourite Fic I Wrote: here's a quick 10:

1. What Comes Next

2. No Longer Human

3. Our Time Together

4. Love Through Time

5. Particles (although I’m sort of cheating because I love the parts that @amethyst-noir wrote the most 😺)

6. Saying Your Names

7. Stigmata

8. Seven Days in Love

9. A History of Love

10. Hold Back the Night

Fic I want to rewrite/expand on: Saying Your Names. it feels like there's a lot of lore in this fantasy AU that i wasn't able to explore in just 5 chapters.

Share a bit of WIP or story you are planning: okay! tagging @wspaceblog for this because it's a WIP of something we've been talking about 😺

Tony grew up in his father's tailoring shop. In his three decades there, he had witnessed a lot of people coming and going - but few truly made an impression on him.

Off the top of his head, in fact, he could think of only two:

One was someone who never set foot in the shop at all. It was a boy about twelve (Tony's age), bone-thin and pale, with dirty blonde hair.

He always looked like he had come out of a fight - there was sometimes a bruise on his face, or a torn sleeve, or a ripped shirt collar. But always, he entered Tony's line of sight with a sort of rage burning in his baby blue eyes.

He would stand in front of the shop and look up at the display mannequins, which changed clothes every Wednesday - and, slowly but surely, the anger on his face would fade.

It would take on a serene look - as if he were staring not at clothes, but at works of art.

And sometimes the boy would look beyond the mannequins, and set those baby blues on Tony's face. And when he saw that Tony noticed, he became flustered. A touch of color graced those gaunt cheekbones.

More than once, Tony opened the door to the shop, hoping to invite the boy in. But the boy always fled whenever he heard the knob turn.

- and in the end, it was all right, because Tony's dad hated letting "the rabble" into his exclusive shop. That boy neatly fit into his father's definition of "the rabble."

One day, the boy just stopped standing in front of the shop. Tony always wondered where he'd gone.

The other was someone who arrived way later: a boy about nineteen (Tony's age). He strode in with the confidence of someone who could afford the goods.

Tony never actually knew if the boy had money. He only knew that the boy was good at looking like he did.

And he only knew that the boy liked running his fingers over the finest cloth they had.

His dad didn't like this, of course, but didn't see any cause to throw him out. The boy wasn't damaging the merchandise.

He just sent Tony out to deal with the kid. And Tony had to deal with the kid a lot. The kid visited the shop several times, just looking and touching for a few minutes, and just letting Tony talk about the selections on which he lingered.

The kid had a self-important air about him that unsettled Tony somewhat, but at the same time, drew him in.

Tony's dad didn't like him.

That might have been part of what made it so much fun for Tony to escort him all over the shop, telling him anything and everything that came to mind - all but spilling his most precious trade secrets and sewing tips.

Tony didn't mind if the kid just came to waste time; his quiet, yet intense presence was welcome.

One day, the kid found it: the cloth with the exact pattern and texture that he wanted. His holy grail.

It was a good choice, too - one of their most tasteful, most expensive velvets.

"How much to make a fully bespoke suit out of this?" the kid asked him.

And Tony was taken aback, first by how soft and sultry the boy's voice was - exquisite, like mulberry silk.

And then, by how clear and brilliant his eyes were. Like subtly colored glass.

No choice, really, but for Tony to turn on the charm.

"For you," Tony said, all saccharine, "just six thousand."

(What? The kid was hot, but Tony wasn't about to go too low on a suit made of one of the best fabrics in the house.)

The kid didn't dispute the figure. He fell silent for a moment, feeling the scrap of cloth between his fingers in a light, almost reverent manner.

"I'll need a fully bespoke suit in a few years," the kid eventually said. "That fabric had better be ready for me."

"Years?" Tony echoed with unflagging sweetness. "We don't reserve for that long, especially not without a deposit. And especially not when people can still grow out of the cut." He gently took the fabric from the boy's hand. Their fingers briefly touched, and Tony brushed aside the light tingle that crept up his spine on contact. "Come back a few months before you actually need the suit, okay? And I'll personally see what we can do for you."

The boy just stood, staring into Tony's eyes as if determining his sincerity.

Then, the boy nodded, and wordlessly left the store.

He didn't come back in the following days. Or months. Or years, even, as initially stated.

The boy hadn't even left his name. By all accounts, this told Tony that he wasn't actually serious about the reservation.

But Tony still kept a few yards of the velvet material he had chosen stored away. He wasn't sure why.

#ironstrange #strangeiron #meme #tony stark #stephen strange #iron man #doctor strange #fic snippet

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tysonrunningfox · 5 years ago

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Ripped: Part 22

Hey so uhhh...it was a good couple of cute chapters, right?

Ao3

“I love you,” Hiccup whispers under his breath, heart racing as he carefully brushes a lock of hair back from Astrid’s face. It was tangled in her eyelashes and stuck to her lips as she snored, and it only seems decent to set it gently behind her ear.

She’s impossibly more beautiful when she’s asleep, all twitching eyebrows and soft, tired cheeks. He pulls himself closer to her, dropping a cautious kiss on her hair-covered forehead and hoping she doesn’t wake up.

“I love you.” The second time he tries on something he’s never worn before, it’s braver, if not louder.

She snorts in her sleep, burrowing her face into his shoulder, and he laughs under his breath.

The last twelve or so hours have been some of the best of his life.

In the shower, he orbited uselessly around everything she said and knew nothing could make it make sense except talking to her. He didn’t expect her reaction though, given, well, the fact that she’s embarrassingly perfect and he’s definitely not. He never could have expected what it would mean to see her naked and wanting on his desk in a room full of his books.

Hiccup’s sexual encounters can be sorted into two neat sections: those who he would never show his books and those who upon being shown his books would ask him if he’d ever killed anyone.

Last night was so much more than either.

Even though Hiccup has never said ‘I love you’ to anyone but his parents and not even them post age nineteen, he knew he couldn’t say it when the words sublimated in his brain. ‘I love you’ isn’t a thing to be said for the first time around any coital activity, pre or mid or post. Isn’t there usually a present of some kind involved? Or some sort of event? Maybe he’s just imagining an event as a way to keep from blurting it out at her the next time she smiles or scowls or looks at him with that brave worried strength.

“I love you, Astrid,” he mutters against her hair, arms wrapped around her shoulders, sighing when her leg reflexively curls around his hip. He’s still off schedule, after years of night tours and a few days in the hospital with Snotlout. She’s probably lagging too, but either way it led to a night of napping with occasional periods of mutual lucidity.

Yes, there was more sex. Laughing, comfortable sex and sleepy touching that made him feel closer to her than he ever has to anyone, but that’s not what he’s dwelling on now. Mostly, they talked. Not about anything in particular, they just talked and laughed and cuddled and the flicker of ‘I love you’ he’d felt twice in his office fed off of every word and bloomed into a compulsion he doesn’t know what to do with.

He watched her dream, her face twitching without her intentionally rigid expression to contain it and the concept of loving her expanded so wholly that he thought his heart was going to explode. He woke up to her kissing his back and those dangerous thoughts about the future grew hooks and dug in.

“I think I love you,” he whispers against the top of her head, hugging her tighter, “More than think, I think I’m sure I love you.”

She grumbles in her sleep and rolls away from him, pressing her face into the pillow, profile hidden by a cloud of tangled blonde. Her back rises and falls with her breathing, a freckle on her shoulder blade moving just in and out of the shadow the streetlight casts as it peeks through the blinds.

He should let her sleep.

But if he lets her sleep, he’s going to spend the next hour whispering ‘I love you’ at a sleeping person, and at some point that gets creepy, no matter how pure his intentions, so he should probably wake her up.

“Astrid,” he says her name in a sing-song tone, brushing her hair away from her ear and kissing the corner of her jaw. No response. “It’s time to wake up,” he continues, lips against the back of her neck, hand on her ribs.

She groans, pushing up onto her elbows and glaring around the room with sleepy, squinting eyes, “what time is it?”

“A little after four,” he strokes her arm, seemingly unable to stop touching her now that he’s started.

“That’s not time to get up,” she shakes her head, curling back up on her side and facing him.

The truth is as obvious as bold, black text on a page. He loves her. He loves her bedhead and the way she’s cocooning in his sheets, uncovering his foot as she claims more blankets. He loves how she’s scowling at him now, maybe self-conscious even though it’s buried under sleepy irritation.

It is entirely too soon to be thinking like this, but timelines have never stopped him before.

“What?” She asks when he’s apparently stared too long, and maybe he never had a chance to avoid being creepy.

“I…” He sits up, pulling the sheets across his lap and cringing when his stomach growls audibly. “I’m hungry, apparently.”

“We skipped dinner,” she informs him like she was previously aware of the transgression.

“It didn’t seem important at the time,” he raises an eyebrow, and she deflates.

“I’ll get dressed.”

“I hate that idea,” he blurts and she smiles a private, grumpy smile that makes his heart jolt. He loves her. “I’ll figure it out, ok?” He rolls reluctantly out of bed and pulls on a pair of boxers from the clean laundry basket in the corner, grabbing his crutch and standing up.

The fridge is predictably empty. Hiccup shouldn’t be surprised, as Snotlout was a little preoccupied with almost dying and that clearly led to him skipping his usual Sunday grocery errand, but he was hoping for a miracle. He doesn’t think it’d be particularly charming to offer some of Snotlout’s protein drink and everything else in the cupboard is canned and dusty.

When Snotlout first joined the force, there were a few months when he continually got ‘Protect and Serve’ wrong and announced ‘Protect and Provide’ at nearly every opportunity. It wasn’t a hit at the precinct, but it really seemed to work for him with girls, and as much as Hiccup teased him about it, the phrase is sticking in his head now.

Not that Astrid needs protection, she never has, and he knows she doesn’t explicitly need to be provided for, but it feels important. Breakfast feels important, especially because he takes at least half the credit for missing dinner and he has absolutely hit his hospital food limit for the century.

“No luck,” he walks back into his bedroom, feeling more self-conscious from the way Astrid looks at his shoulders than her curious expression when she examines the leg that he retrieved from the bathroom. “I’ll go get breakfast.”

“I can come with you,” she insists through a yawn that turns her tone unconvincing and he leans over to kiss her on the cheek.

“Get some more sleep,” he sits on the edge of the bed to pull his jeans on, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“That’s a pretty good offer.”

“Text me if you want anything in particular,” he pulls on the first shirt he finds in the clean laundry basket and doesn’t bother with socks. As willing as he is to do this, it’s already taking too long when Astrid is settling back into his bed.

“Can’t,” she sighs, “my phone’s still at my apartment.”

“Right,” he rubs his hands together, “I can stop by your place and grab it really quick, if you want.”

Again, Astrid doesn’t need protection, but she wasn’t looking forward to going back to her apartment. He’s not exactly either, but after the Grimborn revelations of the day before he feels the need to examine it. It’s important to know for sure if the wall outside her courtyard still has some bone deep connection to the past, even if it means encountering another scrubbed clean patch of pavement.

“Are you sure?” She frowns, propped up on one elbow, sheet slipping slightly down her chest.

“Yeah, there’s a bakery a couple blocks from your place that’s probably open now. It used to be a workhouse kitchen and they still bake their bread in the Victorian cast iron oven—“

“Come here,” she pulls him down into a kiss when he listens, hand firm on the back of his neck as her tongue dips into his mouth. And she’s warm and smells like his laundry detergent, her other hand on his hip, fingers slipping through his belt loop.

Her stomach growls and he pulls away with a laugh.

“If I don’t go now, it’s not going to happen,” he brushes his lips across her forehead and tugs the blanket up before he can look down and lose the fragile scraps of his resolve. He loves her, she’s hungry, he wants that to be his problem. “Where are your keys?”

“In my pants pocket,” she holds the blanket to her chest even as her eyes flick down to his lips, “on the floor of your office.”

“Oh my God, I’m going.” He takes a big, purposeful step back, running his hand through his impossible hair, “before I—nope, not going to say it. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Before you what?” She laughs after him as he leaves the room and he bites his lip to keep from answering her. “Come on, that’s not fair.”

“I’ll tell you when I get back, ok?” He says as he plucks her keys out of her jeans pocket.

Maybe he will.

Astrid’s all about complete information, isn’t she?

They exchange one last goodbye as he leaves through the front door and locks it behind him, double checking the doorknob. Just two days ago, he was avoiding coming home, scared that he’d once again be left with a pile of things that someone wasn’t ever coming back to, but now he can barely make himself leave. The apartment feels more like a home with her in it, more than it has since his dad died, and he might be alarmed at how badly he wants her to stay if he hadn’t already thrown emotional caution to the wind.

The hallway is colder when mentally compared with how warm he knows his bedroom is and he almost unlocks the door and abandons the idea of leaving entirely. Maybe the bakery does Uber Eats.

But then Astrid still wouldn’t have her phone, which would be pretty inconvenient for her, considering she’d have no way to tell anyone that a crazy person just admitted his undying love for her after they slept together one time. And that said crazy person has half convinced himself that asking her to move in is a decent idea.

Ruffnut clearly needs an update, given how the fallout might change her fake wedding planning.

“The walk will be good,” he mutters to himself, forcing himself down the stairs and out onto the quiet street.

It rained at some point in the night, the pavement still damp as the first rays of morning sunlight hit it, and Hiccup takes a deep breath, clearing the Astrid infused air from his lungs. The thought that he loves her doesn’t leave with it and he shakes his head, heading towards her apartment.

He knows it’s too early to say, hell, it’s really too early to feel, but most people go on a slew of dates before they have to be a murder suspect with someone. The Berkian criminal justice system is far from perfect, but it is a legendary bonding experience. Not to mention that he doesn’t know where he’d put ‘occasionally finds disemboweled victims of serial killers’ on a dating profile, because it’s not really intentional enough to be a hobby, but it’s a definite obstacle for his free time.

But excuses he’s leaning on to delay the inevitable do nothing to the truth of it.

He loves Astrid. He probably loved her the second she whacked him in the head with a toothbrush, his fear of going to jail for harassment just got in the way of him realizing it. Well, that and the fact he never would have thought he’d have a chance or that she’d look at his books like they’re something special.

Whenever he discovers something true, he always wants to share it as widely as possible, and the impulse threatens to overwhelm him. If she had her phone, he’d probably text her, like that’s not worse than someone blurting it out the first time she gets them naked.

Hiccup takes the next right without really thinking, ducking onto an old shortcut and relaxing when the old alley’s shadow embraces him like a centuries old echo chamber built for more than Grimborn. The city still feels alive, creaky in the early morning but willing to shake off another wave of violence and keep trudging forward. The brick is cool and damp from the rain, smudging rust colored dust onto Hiccup’s fingertips as he trails them along the side of the nearest building.

He doesn’t think about how close he is to the second Grimborn site until he sees Gruffnut standing outside of his bar’s back door and dusting a two-foot-tall copper tank.

“Fuck!” He jumps and Gruffnut jumps too, almost knocking the tank off of the table it’s on, barely managing to catch it with his very much alive hand.

“What is it?” Gruffnut looks around, spinning in a circle trying to check behind his shoulder, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost. And I don’t trust that old Teddy isn’t coming to even the score after I outed him to the police.”

Right. Teddy Roosevelt. Eretson’s face, unamused above a binder of nonsense that Hiccup accidentally dropped months ago in another alley that was just becoming reacquainted with blood. A binder of nonsense that Gruffnut’s creepily identical cousin gave Astrid to give to him.

“You’re Tuffnut,” Hiccup claps his hand over his heart, willing it back into his chest.

“Who else would I be?” He affirms reality a little more when he goes back to cleaning. Gruffnut never cleaned anything, he definitely wouldn’t start after being literally caught dead.

“Is that an antique still?” Hiccup asks, distracted by the copper pot gleaming in the low light.

“It’s still an antique alright,” Tuffnut says, “an antique something, I don’t know, it’s shiny though.”

“No, it’s a still,” he clarifies, wiping dust off of a curl of copper pipe twisting up from the tank like a spout.

“It is still, yes, it’s an inanimate object that I’m not currently lending any animation to.” Tuff nods, giving Hiccup an eerily Snotlout-like look of surprise that Hiccup is managing to function while being so stupid. “Maybe you’re the ghost. Did my sister kill you after you ruined your fake marriage? Because I’ve got my own reasons to get revenge on Ruffnut, buddy, I can’t be your vengeance liaison to the world of the living.”

“That’s—she told you about—never mind,” Hiccup shakes his head, pointing at the copper tank, “this is a still, it’s a piece of equipment used to make alcohol.”

“Make alcohol,” Tuffnut rolls his eyes, “right, if making alcohol is possible, why would anyone buy it at a bar?”

“Well, where does the bar get it?”

“It was all here when I showed up.” He frowns, “but when the bar runs out, where will I get more? Oh right, the store…but where does the store get it?”

“I should get going, Tuff,” Hiccup interrupts the runaway train of thought and Tuffnut nods.

“Right, sure.” Tuffnut nods, “oh, by the way, have you heard from Astrid at all? I haven’t heard anything since I dropped her off at the hospital yesterday.”

“Oh,” Hiccup blushes, rubbing the back of his neck, “yeah, she’s actually umm, at my place, so…”

“Right,” he winks, “and I’m ‘doing my homework so I don’t fail out of grad school’. I get you.”

“Whatever that means,” Hiccup says, waving Tuffnut off with a laugh and one last look over his shoulder to assess whether he’s seeing things or not.

He avoids the alley exit where Gruffnut’s body was found, taking a slightly longer route and skirting condo property, keeping an eye out for cameras. There’s one, but it’s pointing towards the docks instead of down the narrow path heading vaguely towards Astrid’s apartment building, so it doesn’t alter his course.

Winding through still dark alleys is another kind of coming home, truly separate from Grimborn for the first time, but still comforting. Another thing returning to normal after the end of the copy cat killer’s spree makes Hiccup feel like he an breathe again, especially since the new normal includes Astrid.

If he tells her he loves her, she doesn’t have to say it back. He knows it’s ridiculously early, by any standard, he wouldn’t expect it. The fact that she’s impossible to scare off makes him brave. Brave enough to be stupid, probably.

When he finds the street again, he’s looking at the back door to her building, the one he walked her back to the morning after the first murder. The day they saw Dave. If any of the tourists knew about that, it would be swarming with them.

Part of the Houdini phase was about fame. Notoriety. The irony of wanting fame for being the best at disappearing isn’t lost on him, especially now that someone invisible is getting famous for the worst reasons.

The wall outside her courtyard just looks like a wall. It’s old but cleanly built, the bricks rectangular from their mold and entirely, sparkling clean. No chalk writing, no blood stained asphalt. Power-washing removes almost as much history as a new slew of murders does. People more interested in murder than history clear away the rest, paving the road for copycat killers in their wake.

The building’s back door unlocks with the second key he tries and he counts the steps up to Astrid’s floor, glad he separated this pilgrimage from getting her home safe after their midnight tour. He knows that Gobber does his best as a landlord, but the staircase is still badly suffering from a well-intentioned renovation in the mid-nineteen-eighties and Hiccup feels like he’s wading into some bus terminal rejuvenated for the new decade with geometric carpet.

It’s not just the neighborhood, it’s really not a great building. Honestly, it was the condo of the eighteen eighties, just a pile of rectangles cobbled together because people were flocking to an idea of a city without thinking about the consequences. The most remarkable thing about it was the murder committed here, and that doesn’t seem so remarkable anymore.

Astrid’s apartment door doesn’t look like Elizabeth Smith’s.

It looks like a door he approached with a book in the rain with sweaty palms. A door he paced outside thinking about when he was five minutes early for a midnight tour.

A shitty door with a cheap new lock that makes his heart ache.

It’s too soon to say ‘I love you’ but is it too soon to ask her to move in? She gets along with Snotlout and that’s most of the hurdle, isn’t it? Plus, his place is nicer, less soulless even before Astrid infuses soul into it. He wonders what Gobber charges for rent and almost texts him to ask before catching himself and re-committing to the task at hand.

Phone. Breakfast. Astrid.

Astrid. Astrid. Astrid.

He almost knocks, even if it’s just symbolic, but that would be a step back he doesn’t want to take so he slides the most worn key into the knob.

It doesn’t turn.

Maybe there’s a thump inside or maybe that’s just his heart as the air in the hallway suddenly goes still and stale.

The knob turns.

Someone on the other side of the door pulls it open and Hiccup is stuck staring at Mr. Grisly in a familiar top hat and long wool coat, grinning with a face finally thawed from its usual permafrost.

“It took you long enough, Hiccup,” Mr. Grisly produces a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and slaps one ring too tight around Hiccup’s wrist before locking the other half around the doorknob. The motion is not so much practiced as it is nonchalant, someone smacking a fly that just landed too close to their food.

Mr. Grisly takes a step backwards like a circus ringleader in the center ring, twirling a knife like a ceremonial cane. Then he rotates Astrid’s only chair to reveal a blonde woman lashed to it with duct tape. Her hair shines painful, familiar gold as he stands behind her and stabs the knife decisively into her neck, dragging sideways before she can scream.

The chair shields him from the blood.

It doesn’t shield Hiccup.

He coughs, she dies. Quickly, historically, choking without substance as the fabric of the red chair deepens to truly match the fully closed soundproof curtains. He gags. His heart would stop if it slowed because all he can think about is Astrid, warm and alive in that same chair. Of her soft and sleepy an hour ago.

Was there time for Grisly to go back to his place?

He should have told her. He never should have left.

“You had to know it was always going to come to this,” Grisly says, holding the woman’s face up by her hair. She’s not Astrid and relief tastes like bile and someone else’s blood. “Oh, you didn’t?”

“Enlighten me.” Hiccup barely recognizes his own voice, detached and too deep, furious as his fist clenches in the cuff, guilty high throbbing in his throat. It’s not Astrid but it’s someone else and he’s sick with it.

“I’m in the business of making money,” Grisly chuckles, ripping duct tape off of clothes that don’t matter anymore, “subcontracting means my methods are up to my own discretion.” Grisly smiles as his knife bites through fabric and skin, spilling parts of someone across the floor, “dental is...not great.”

“I can see that.”

He can see everything. So much he never wanted to.

His dad wanted him to be a doctor, for a while, but he didn’t even try to lie about that one, not after his cat killed a bird and he threw up at the aftermath. He focuses on the substance of the conversation instead of the gore, falling back on what he does best.

“The developers employ me to clean up the streets and to make their buildings more desirable places to live, so that they can raise the rent.” Grisly’s hands are working, calm and sure of themselves even as he prattles on, “and with tourism on the up and up, they can raise it even more. Shorter leases, higher cost, everyone wins.” He mimics the wounds in the Elizabeth Smith crime scene picture with detached efficiency.

“Not everyone.” Hiccup has always hated taxidermy. Something about presenting what used to be life in a way that glorified its murder is awful, but this is worse, entirely destroying the illusion that death leaves anything pristine.

“Aren’t you curious?” Grisly laughs, full of life, throbbing with the flow of someone else’s blood. “Don’t you wonder why I’m not surprised to see you?”

“You’re never very surprised to see me.” It’s a fact that could meld into realization if he could look away from blood seeping into the carpet. “How did you know to be here?”

Hiccup hates himself for being curious. For the first time, he absolutely, truly, profoundly hates the ever churning gears of his mind, fitting together things they shouldn’t and searching for gaps in the madness with intent to fill them. Was Grisly watching his apartment? Is he still? Or is this just the next notch in this string of luck so impossible that he can’t even call it luck anymore?

“I’ve been waiting for you, Hiccup,” Grisly says the name like he’s talking to an old friend and Hiccup swallows back another gag, “I knew it wouldn’t be long before you had to come see the scene of the carnage. It’s in your nature. I thought you’d bring Astrid with you, of course.”

“What are you talking about?” Hiccup doesn’t know which of his confusions is most pressing. His nature. Astrid. The fact that Grisly has been waiting here. They all swim in useless, buzzing circles around his mind and he chokes back something raw that’s either a sob or a desperate, miserable laugh.

“You know what?” Grisly slashes a vertical and then drops the body ceremoniously on the floor, approximately on top of the historical footprint of the eighteen-eighty-three doorway. “I’ve got time. Perhaps I moved too quickly, maybe if I’d waited, Astrid would have come looking for you and I wouldn’t have needed the substitute.”

Substitute. Astrid.

Grisly sees Hiccup move, reaching for his phone with frantic, shaking fingers, and he’s there instantly, wrenching Hiccup’s arm behind his back hard enough his elbow pops and prying the phone from his hand. Hiccup tries to kick him and stumbles, smearing the still open door. The geometric carpet in the hallway is splattered, adding to the dying arcade ambiance.

He gags again and Grisly lets go, walking around him to waggle a finger in his face like a stern schoolteacher.

“Don’t go ruining my crime scene now, I’d hate to have to fake a weak stomach.”

“Your crime scene,” Hiccup narrows his eyes, funneling shock into rage, “I saw you, you told me that…Astrid…”

“Let me lay this out for you, Hiccup,” he gives the name the teasing intonation it hasn’t had since high school, and the top hat on his head is even more surreal, “in a way you’ll understand.” His smile is alive, crawling and creeping across his cheeks like it’s devouring pale flesh, “you’ve always been the prime suspect for the Grimborn copycat murders.”

Hiccup’s heart pauses for a terrifying millisecond, the freefall giving him just enough quiet to think.

“You framed me.”

“Very good, Hiccup, I knew you wouldn’t break at the first sight of a fresh kill,” he claps, a macabre Willy Wonka who didn’t outgrow murder with the advent of security cameras.

Cameras.

There has to be evidence of this somewhere. His eyes flick to the curtains and his stomach twists at how well they’re shut. But on the street, somewhere, there has to be evidence. Over the last few bloody months, there has to be something.

If his alibi had been with him…

“You weren’t supposed to find the first body,” Grisly starts digging through Astrid’s kitchen cabinets, pulling out a jar of bleach wipes and holding them up triumphantly, “that video I gave to the police was supposed to place you there after the investigation was another useless, lazy victim deep.” He wipes the back of the chair, the rickety stool by the door.

“But Astrid…”

“Focus,” he grabs Hiccup’s chin with bruising fingers, “I’ll take care of her once you’re in custody. This is all a bit of a rush now, you can thank your idiot cousin for the change in schedule.” His lip curls, revealing a canine a little too sharp, “I’ll see if a syringe of air finishes what a bullet couldn’t.”

Hiccup bites his tongue against shouting, every muscle in his body fighting to stay upright as his head swims. Snotlout. Astrid. The hospital that felt like home for a second the scene of another flat lined monitor, blaring in tune with Hiccup’s incoherent thoughts.

“Why are you telling me all of this? I’ll just tell everyone the truth—”

“Who will listen to you?” Grisly is a cat with a mouse in his corner, holding it down by the tail and watching it squirm.

“I don’t know, a jury? Don’t you think it might introduce reasonable doubt for me to tell a detailed account of how you killed someone in front of me and told me that you were framing me for it?” Hiccup has never reacted appropriately to corners, he starts looking for windows before he checks if the door is locked, “if this goes to trial—"

“Trial? Ha!” Grisly shouts a laugh, “this won’t ever go to trial.”

“How—”

He cuts off the question with a sharp flick to Hiccup’s forehead, “the system is broken, it destroys those who refuse to exploit it.”

“Nice Bond villain line, but you won’t get away with this.” Hiccup hears his dad’s absolute confidence in his tone even as his heart is screaming at him to run and regroup, but he forces himself to maintain eye contact.

“Oh, but I already have,” Grisly grins, uncuffing the door and yanking Hiccup around to cuff his other hand. His shoulder sings in pain as Grisly pulls out a police radio and starts speaking into it with a horrible impression of an officer’s anxious, professional tone, “we have a 187 at 324 Harbor Rd. The suspect is in custody. Send an extra clean-up crew, there’s a lot of…evidence to be collected.”

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years ago

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Girly

MOVIE: MAZE RUNNER

COUPLE NEWT X READER

RATING: CUTE + FUNNY + FLIRTY

I shudder, my body as cold as ice. I shot up feeling the dark rusted metal around me I was soaking wet, just getting my breath back.

There where boxes, everywhere full of all sorts of things, they where piled higher then me and only absent where I sat

"Hello? Someone? Somebody's help!" I yelled and just as I did I heard a alarm and this place moved the floor itself moving upward occasional flashing lights illuminating things for milliseconds before being to far to see I looked and noticed a celling come up faster and faster and faster if we didn't slow it was going to hit-

CRASH!

And Everything went dark.

"What is it?" A voice asks

"Newt what do you see?" Another asked

"It's a girl..." Another voice answered

"A girl?" The first voice asked sounding angry

"You sure newt?" Another voice chimed in

"I think... The hair, the build, the... Tits, it sure as bloody hell looks like a girl" the voice answered

"Why would they send up a girl?" Another asked

"get her out!" A voice of authority ordered I felt hands on me as I was carefully lifted and set down on something it was comfy and soft like a blanket almost "what the hell is this? A girl? What is she doing here?"

"Who knows... Maybe there being nice? Maybe we might get some variation in this place"

"A girl is dangerous, we need these boys focused now with some girl walking around, god knows what it will be like"

"I don't know Alby...maybe it will be okay"

"Okay? Newt! Look at them! It's a mad house and she hasn't even woken up yet!" He said "you deal with her I've got work to do"

It was quite for a while before I heard that voice again

"Hey? Uhh girly? You should really wake up" he smiled as I felt a finger on my face gently caressing my skin to try to gently wake me but I tried to push the finger away but In my just woken up, terror I bent it back away from me "AAAAAAHHH! Bloody hell!" He screamed he was a young boy or so he looked with fluffy blonde hair caked with dirt a terrible tattered white hoodie and brown pants holding his hand in pain as many others rushed over, I was in a hammock under some wooden structure, outside was green and grey what exactly I couldn't tell

"What's wrong newt?" One boy asked he must have spoke earlier as I recognise the voice trying to look at this boys hand

"Shuck! I think she broke my finger!" The boy complained almost crying

"Ohh what where you doing to her?" Another asked he had very cared for hair and tones arms

"I was just trying to wake her!" The boy complained

"Let me look!" The other boy complained forcing this blonde boys hand away "shucking hell she did break newts finger" he laughs

"She did what!" The voice that had been talking with this blonde boy yelled "take newt to the med jack's take her to the pit, carefully!" He yelled and those boys got hold of me and carried me of somewhere else even if I was kicking and screaming the whole way.

It had been days I had been in here sometimes boys would drop me off a plate off food and some drink but then run off Again, I was so confused where I was what was going on, I did feel bad for that poor blond boy, I believe from what I overheard and from the talking I could pick in here his name was newt and I had defiantly broke his finger, I did feel bad I didn't mean to, I just didn't want him to touch me I didn't mean to hurt him he seemed nice and all. When that very athorative boy came sitting with me I think this was alby,

"If we let you out you have to swear on your life your not doing something like that again" he warned and I nodded so he let me out "welcome to the glade, girl" he says as I got my footing and he walked off this place was beautiful, a nice green glade with houses and bonfires even a forest but it was surrounded in all sides by these looming grey walls I didn't really know what to do or where to go so I wondered around a while without much of a purpose till I thought of something to do, go and see that poor boy and apologize I wondered around for a while and spotted his mess of hair as he sat on a bench trying to see but often pricking his fingers I went over to the table and smiled and he saw me and panicked trying to move away

"What- what do you want?" He asked protecting his bandaged hand I didn't know what to say really so I sat across from him taking the needle and the clothing finishing up sewing it for him "you want to help?" He asked and I nod "ohh uhh here you do this half" he says handing me half of the little like he had as he for another needle and thread "I uhh I am sorry, I shouldn't have touched you while you where asleep," he explained and I smiled at him making him blush a little "you uhh you don't talk much do you girly?" He asked and I giggled shaking my head "it's alright, I was like that, I didn't speak to anyone for weeks when I first came up... You'll find someone you'll talk to" he shrugged just as I finished up what he gave me "your much better at this then I am" he blushed I giggled a little and moved my hand gently sliding my hand Into his Intertwining our fingers he blushed more hardly looking at me mostly looking at our hands

"I'm sorry newt" I smiled "for breaking your finger"

"Uhhh that's okay, don't worry about it." He blushed "apology accepted girly" he smiled "hey uhh how about I give you a tour of the glade? So you can learn your way around" he offers and i nodded so we finished up and got up I giggled gently taking his hand again and he held my hand tightly too

"So I don't get lost" I blushed

"Okay girly" he blushed starting to lead me around the glade

I giggled humming my little tune as I wondered out towards the deadheads

"Your late" he says

"I had to deal with zart" I sighed as I spotted newt sat on a blanket waiting for me

"Was he bothering again?" He asks and i nod sitting down beside him "alright I'll have a word" he says "hello girly" he smiled taking my hand

"Hi newt, how was your check up?" I ask

"Ohh Clint said a few more weeks then my fingers all better" he smiled "bacon?" He asks and I nodded having some

"Cookie?" I offer

"Aww thank you girly, you didn't have to make me cookies" he blushed

"I like to" I smile

"Your too see to me you really are" he smiled

"I like to, I'm still working in being sorry for your finger" I smiled

"Girly, you don't have to be sorry for that anymore, it's alright I forgave you months ago" he says squeezing my hand

"Did the boys give you any trouble today?" I ask

"Uhh...Alby did, he wanted to know where I was going with all this stuff" he says

"And you said?" I ask

"I said I was going to the forest to have dinner on my own" he shrugged "he seemed happy with that" he smiled "Uhhh look love, there was actually something I wanted to talk to you about today" he says

"Ohh what?" I asked

"I was wondering as...well we spend so much time together and, you've been holding my hand since you got here that maybe you... Wanted to, be my girlfriend?" He asked

"I assumed I already was" I giggled

"Ohh? Well then, in that case I have something else to ask girly" he blushed

"What newt?" I laughed

"Could I kiss you?" He asks

"Aww newt of course you can" I giggled

"You mean it?" He asks

"Of course" I smiled he blushed hard looking at the floor a little holding my hand a little tighter he glanced to my lips and fixed a bit of hair out my face as he leaned closer, the leaned closer to smiling sweetly at him before he jumped forward pressing our lips together his lips where soft slightly cracked where he bites them sometimes I closed my eyes focusing on his sweet little movements that I happily returned I noticed his sweet scent, like grass, mud, tea and mint... And I could clearly smell the soap from teh showers he must have had a shower before we came out here till he pulled away and got his breath as I don't think he was breathing thought that "so?" I ask Carefully

"So..." He blushed messing with his hair

"That was nice" I smiled nuzzling into his neck

,"You liked it?" He asks and I giggled

"Of course I did newt" i laughed "did you-" I began

"Of course I liked it, well... I loved it actually" he blushed "so uhh... Could I kiss you again?"

"Newt, you can kiss me whenever you like, as much as you like" i laughed nuzzling closer to his neck giving his skin there s little kiss making him jump a little

"I can?" He asks

"Of course you can" I smiled "so long as I get to kiss you all I want to?"

"Definitely girly" he smiled giving my lips a quick peck then another and another started to kiss me deeper again his hand wrapped around my waist the other still holding mine

"Newt! Newt where are you!" A voice yelled it sounded like Alby so I gave him another kiss and hid myself away in the tree's and brushes

"Hey Alby, something up?" He asked

"We can't find the girl, have you seen her?"

"Not since lunch Alby"

"You sure about that newt?"

"Yeah I think so"

"Alright" Alby said leaving the woods so I came out of my hidding spot

"That was close, we'll have to start getting more sneaky" he smiled holding my hands "we'd be in so much trouble if he found us out here together, let alone if he found us kissing"

"Or worse" I giggled nuzzling into his chest as his shoulder was to high now we where stood up

"I don't think there's anything worse girly" he says

"Uhhhh.... Newt what about you know... Other stuff" I smirk and he looked down at me very puzzled so I moved my hips against his feeling that he already had a semi awww that's adorable little newtie getting half hard from our kisses

"Ooohh! That stuff!" He said his voice cracking as he did

"Did you not want to?" I ask

"Are you bloody joking girly, I've been locked up in a maze of only boys for two years of course I want to!" He says "I'd love to" he says making me giggle "but...how? Where? I mean, it's not like the box gives us condom's or anything like that" he says "and I mean where, we can't in the glade for obvious reasons, albys found our snuggle spot out here, and if we did in my hammock the whole glade would see us"

"You've thought alot about this haven't you newt" I laughed

"Well... I Uhhh," he stuttered blushing hard

"Relax newt I know a place" I smiled kissing his cheek "tomorrow night? Meet here and I'll take you" I giggled

"Uhhh okay" he blushed "see you tomorrow girly" he smiled

"Newt you'll see me once we leave the woods" I Laughed

"I know but I can't kiss you or cuddle you or hold you hand, I have to pretend you're not my girlfriend" he explained

"Come on newt before Alby comes looking for us again" I smiled giving him a kiss before went back to the glade

I turned over again, I couldn't sleep, not sure why I just couldn't as I turned I noticed the familiar blonde boy so I smiled hopping out my Hammock and gently going over to his giving him a poke

"Ughh what?" He complained sleepily

"It's me" I smiled "I can't sleep, can I sleep with you?" I whispered

"Alright, just be out before Alby wakes up" he says moving his covers a little so I climbed in beside him and nuzzled close.to his warm soft body as he tucked the covers around me I giggled giving his nose a little kiss and he smiled and kissed my lips "come on legs get some sleep" he says wrapping his arms around me tightly as we gently fell asleep.

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thdorkmagnet · 5 years ago

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Light of the Sun and Stars Chapter 27: Monster Mayhem

Summary: His whole life Marco Diaz has been raised by monsters, living under the cruel rule of their leader, Toffee. But one day Marco escapes into Mewni where he meets a magical princess and Mewman like himself, who begins teaching him all about her world. Together they will learn about life, love, and the lights within each of them, as they change their world forever.

Chapter Synopsis: Marco goes to visit Buff Frog and the other Monsters and decides to let Daisy and Violet tag along. Violet is overjoyed but Daisy is less than enthusiastic, still afraid of Marco’s Monster family. Can Marco and his family convince the little girl there is nothing to fear?

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“Hold still, sweetie!” Lily commanded softly, struggling to put the backpack on her daughter's back, Violet jumping around so much it was becoming nearly impossible. But the young girl was too excited to listen, as she continued to squirm. She had waited her whole life for this day and it seemed the anticipation was proving too much for her to handle as her thoughts ran wildly out of control. Today was the day she was going to finally meet a real life Monster! “Violet if you don't behave I won't allow you to go with Marco and Star,” her mother reprimanded.

The girl instantly stilled, allowing her mother to finish, though she did comment impatiently, “Come on, mom! Hurry up, I want to get going!”

Lily ignored her daughter's whining voice, as she looked over to her other child, who sat on her bed, unmoving, hugging a pillow to her chest. “Daisy, you should hurry up and get ready, Star and Marco will be here soon,” she said patiently.

Daisy frowned, asking softly, “Do I have to go?”

Lily stood and walked over to her peach-haired daughter, cupping her cheek in her hand as she stared into her nervous eyes. “Daisy, Marco was nice enough to offer to take you with him while he's visiting his family today, don't you think it is only right to be grateful to him?”

Daisy nodded slowly, though the hesitancy was still hidden behind her eyes. She looked up at her mom again, saying worriedly, “But what if the Monster's try and eat me or-”

“Sweetie,” her mother interrupted her, her voice low and soothing. “Do you think I would let you go if I thought it was dangerous?” Daisy shook her head, squeezing her pillow tighter. “Do you think Marco or Star would take you if they thought there was even a chance you could get hurt?” The girl's lip quivered as she shook her head again. “Than don't you think that maybe you can trust us to know what is best for you?”

The girl didn't reply at first, her eyes just roaming around the room for a few seconds, before she answered, in a voice barely above a whisper, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Good girl,” Lily said, giving her daughter a quick peck on the forehead. “Now why don't you help me and Violet finish packing?”

The girl's face brightened some, as she took her mom's hand and stood up from the bed, helping stuff the rest of their supplies into her purple, flower print backpack. “Mom, can we take a few snooker's bars with us?” Violet asked, holding out a couple of the candy bars for her mom to see.

Her mother eyed them for a moment, thinking it over, before saying, “I'm not sure if allowing you two sugar on your trip is a good idea.”

“Aww, but mom-” Violet started to whine, when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Lily said automatically and the door opened to reveal Star and Marco, with smiling faces, holding each others hands tight.

“Big brother!” Daisy screamed, running over to hug the boy. Even though she was still afraid, she couldn't help but feel joyful seeing her honorary brother. She threw her arms around him and he released Star's hand to hug her tightly back.

“Hey!” he greeted, equally cheerfully. “Are you two excited to meet my family?”

“Yeah!” Violet screamed, pumping a fist in the air, while Daisy visibly tensed but kept her mouth shut.

“Well, we better start heading out then,” Star said, her voice shaking some with the anticipation of the adventure that awaited them. She hadn't been out of the castle in days, save for the ordeal at Fang Tang's a few days ago, but the less said about that the better. She could really use a break from all the hard, mentally draining work she had been doing. And since her commission was finally set up and ready to have it's first meeting in less than a week, she figured now would be as good a time as any to get away from it all. And a trip with her boyfriend, cousins and the Monsters didn't sound like a bad thing at all. She just hoped she could maybe sneak some alone time with the boy, later on. The two hadn't even been able to watch the sunset like they usually did in weeks and she was starting to become starved for some extra attention from her bestie.

“Okay!” Violet screamed, not even bothering to wait, as she ran out of the room, shouting over her shoulder, “Bye mom, see you tonight!”

Lily sighed as she watched her daughter run out of the room, Star following after her to keep an eye on her. She then turned to the hooded teen, who was still being squeezed by her older daughter. “Thank you for offering to take them with you, Marco. I know those two can be a bit of a handful,” Lily thanked him warmly.

Marco shook his head replying, “Oh, it's no trouble. I love spending time with them and Star's coming with, so we shouldn't have any problem taking care of them.”

“Well still, I think it is very sweet of you to do this for them. I know Violet is excited.”

Marco looked down at Daisy, who still had him in a death grip, burying her head in Marco's hood. “What about you, Daisy? You seem upset.”

“Oh she's just a little nervous about meeting the Monsters is all,” Lily said honestly.

Marco frowned and looked down at the girl, saying reassuringly, “There's nothing to be worried about Daisy. My family is really nice. You'll like them, I promise!”

The girl didn't respond and the boy gave her a sad look. He didn't want her to be afraid, least of all of his family. Maybe once she got there and actually met them she would feel better and be more comfortable around them. But part of him considered leaving her here, not wanting to frighten her more than she already was. Lily seemed to be able to tell what the boy was thinking, as she walked closer holding the sealed backpack, telling him, “She'll be fine, Marco. She is going have to face this fear eventually. The world is changing and she needs to be able to face the Monsters, since I have a feeling that they're alliance with us will only grow stronger with time.”

“I hope so,” Marco admitted softly. It was wishful thinking, but one he would welcomingly believe.

Lily bent down and put the backpack over her daughter's shoulders, the girl turning when she was done and giving her mother a quick hug. She moved so her head was buried in her mother's shoulder, hiding her gaze from her mom's watchful eye, whispering quite enough that Marco couldn't hear, “Please don't make me go.”

Lily pulled out of the hug, giving her daughter a soft smile. She said nothing as she gently brushed the bangs out of her eyes. Her look told her that she was doing this for her own good, but it did nothing to still Daisy's fears any. She reluctantly took her big brother's hand and let herself be led out of her room.

…

“I'm telling you the flowers should go over there!” Beard Deer's loud yell echoed through the treetops and nearly caused the now completed Diaz home to rattle. He jabbing a finger in the desired direction, a spot of cleared ground on the side of the house waiting to be utilized to help bring life to the empty yard. But it seemed the Monsters were all having trouble agreeing on what the best course of action for that would be, none of them exactly expert exterior decorators, causing bitter feelings and arguments to break out often.

“Well if we put them there, where am I supposed to put the lawn gnomes?” Bearicorn argued back, holding up the the three eyed ceramic gnome to the angry second-in-command.

“Nowhere,” Beard Deer countered forcefully, the look in his eyes strong enough to make the flowers wilt. “Those things are creepy, you want to scare Marco every time he comes over!”

“But without them, then our garden won't be safe from demon bunnies!”

“You really believe that nonsense, that's just a dumb myth!” Beard Deer spat irritably.

“Oh yeah well tell that to my great-grandbear who got eaten by one of those things!” Bearicorn shouted, before he got a sad look on his face at the unhappy memory.

“Um, Beard Deer?” Spike Balls spoke up and the Monster in charge huffed, before whipping his head around to snap, “What?!”

The large Monster held out a cactus, which was held delicately in his oversized hands. “Where should I put this?”

The two Monsters eyes widened at the dangerous plant. “Where did you get that?” Bearicorn asked nervously.

“You asked me to buy one at one of the Earth vendors,” Spike Balls explained.

Beard Deer face-palmed. “I said carnations, you idiot, not cactus!”

“Oh,” Spike Balls said sheepishly.

“Great, what are we supposed to do with this?” Beard Deer growled in frustration. He swore these morons were going to make him lose his mind.

“Welllll at least we got the cornflower seeds like you asked,” one of the two-headed Monster's head cautiously uttered.

“Uhhh,” the other head interrupted, showing him the empty bag, a small rip in the bottom. Behind them, Big Chicken was pecking away at the scattered seeds like there was no tomorrow.

Beard Deer now looked ready to explode with anger, his teeth grating together painfully and the other Monsters took a wary step back, ready for him to snap. But just as his mouth opened to scream another biting comment, a claw landed on his shoulder and he turned to see Buff Frog with a calm and levelheaded look, Boo Fly perched on his shoulder. “Please, all of you, enough arguing. Marco be here soon and he bring guests,” he said and the others all got excited looks on their faces at that thought. Buff Frog had his own smile on his face, as he added, “Must be on best behavior and not fight in front of Marco.”

The others all nodded and quickly began to scatter to finish preparations for his arrival. They wanted the reveal of the finished house to be a momentous occasion for their young family member and needed everything to be perfect for when he got there. Buff Frog gave Beard Deer a pat on the shoulder before firmly stating, “I will oversee things from here.”

The deer Monster saluted, not daring to argue with his leader. From there, the amphibian oversaw all the last bit of finishing touches for his home, directing his Monsters where needed and getting things done in record time. Buff Frog was just admiring the finished work when a voice from above asked, “Uhh, boss where do you want this?” Spike Balls asked, still awkwardly holding the cactus in his giant, rounded hands.

“Marco bringing over kids, would be best to get rid of,” Buff Frog said and the Monster nodded, before throwing it with all of his strength, sending it flying over the treetops. The muscular frog watched it until it disappeared from sight, before turning back to the tall Monster. “Not what I meant.”

A second later, there was the familiar sound of a portal opening, all the Monsters turning to see a pair of scissors ripping a hole through reality. They all sucked in a breath, as Marco and Star walked out of it holding hands, along with two young girls. One had her hand linked with the hooded teen's free hand and was trying to hide behind him as they stepped through, nearly out of sight from the Monsters. The other just stood there slack-jawed, staring at them all with sparkling pupils.

After a few seconds of staring, she let out a high-pitched squeal that startled all of the Monsters, causing them to jump in surprise and worry, thinking something was wrong. “Oh my gosh, real Monsters!” she screamed in joy, her body shaking as she struggled to contain the level of excitement she was feeling. “Big brother! Star! Look there are Monsters, real Monsters here!” She held her arms out in gesture toward them and Star and Marco both shared a smile.

“Yes, Violet we know,” Star said, shooting her a grin.

She moved speedily closer to them, her mouth moving a mile a minute as she darted between each of the startled Monsters. “I have so many questions!” she continued, still at a near squeal. “What do you guys eat? Have you ever eaten Mewmans? Marco and mom said you don't but I want to make sure. Oh can you do dark magic, like raising the dead and stuff like that? Cause that would be really cool! Could you teach me how? I would love to bring my dead hamster back to life and scare Daisy with it.”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down small Mewman girl,” Buff Frog spoke up, stepping out from the crowd of Monsters and bending down so he was level with the child. “Can't answer questions if you talk too fast.”

“Sorry,” Violet said, her cheeks flushing for a second, before continuing earnestly. “I'm just really excited to meet you guys! Oh, my name is Violet by the way!”

“Well we happy to meet you, Violet. I Buff Frog, Marco's father. He said you very interested in Monsters.”

Violet nodded once, “Yeah, big brother has told me a lot about you and it's always been a dream of mine to meet a real life Monster.

“Really,” Buff Frog said, giving the girl a kind smile.

“Yep, I even sleep with a stuffed one every night, even though Daisy thinks it's silly,” Violet continued.

“You do,” the frog Monster questioned, his voice light and cheerful.

“Mm-hmm, I can show you,” the dark-haired girl said, before taking her backpack off and pulling out the small stuffed Monster that was black with small horns and a single eye. She handed it to Buff Frog who eyed it closely.

“Oh, is very handsome, must be strong and brave,” the frog observed seriously and Violet smiled proudly.

“His name is Charles. Mom got it for me for my birthday,” she explained, hopping up and down on the heels of her feet.

Buff Frog smiled and handed it back to her, telling her, “Well something that important must be kept safe.” The girl nodded in agreement and stuffed it back into the bag, before zipping it shut.

The frog Monster gave her hair a small tousle, telling the girl, “You should go say hi to other Monsters, they very happy to meet you too!”

The girl nodded and took off to speak with each of the Monsters and pester them with a million questions, none of which they minded. Buff Frog watched her go, before walking over to his son and wrapping him up into a tight, but not crushing hug. “Marco, my boy, so good to see you!”

“Hey dad!” Marco replied, equally cheerful, the smile on his face so wide it was stretching out his cheek mark, which spun in a lazy circle. “I'm really excited about today!”

Buff Frog laughed. “Me too!”

“Thanks for letting the girls come, I hope you don't mind.” Marco's voice had a sheepish undertone, even though they had discussed this already, he still felt uncomfortable for whatever reason for even asking the frog such a request.

But his dad was quick to shoot down any worries, as he said in a happy tone, “Of course not, Marco! They family to you, they family to us!”

The moment the Monster pulled away, he noticed the other little girl hiding behind his son, who stared up at him with fearful eyes. The second he caught her eye, she looked away burying her face into the back of Marco's hood.

“Who this little one?” Buff Frog asked, making sure to keep his voice light, so as to not scare her.

Marco put a hand on her head, telling his dad, “This is Daisy.”

“She's a bit.... nervous about being around Monsters,” Star explained hesitantly, doing her best not to upset Buff Frog.

The Monster leader smiled grimly, before turning back to the girl and saying in a soft, warm tone, “Hello, little one, no need be afraid, I won't hurt you.”

The girl didn't respond, so Star added in an equally calm voice, “Daisy, this is Marco's dad. He raised him and he is super nice.”

The girl raised her head up enough so that she was face to face with Buff Frog again and she softly muttered, “Hi.” Her eyes grew wide with fear, before she added in a terrified stutter, “P-Please don't eat m-me.” Her hand clenched the boy's pant leg even tighter, as her eyes drifted to her feet.

Father and son shared a sad look with each other, before Marco said, “Daisy he's not going to eat you, I promise. Just come out and say hello.” He put an encouraging hand on her back and she stiffened. But after a few seconds, she finally moved away from the protection of the boy, walking slowly toward the Monster, who remained still so he wouldn't frighten her anymore. She looked back at Star and Marco once in an almost pleading gaze, before staring at the Monster in front of her, nervously rubbing a foot on the ground.

“Marco tells me you like tea,” Buff Frog said and the girl nodded slowly in reply. “Would like me make you some?” he asked and the girl's eyes brightened for a second.

“You like tea,” she said.

Buff Frog nodded, “Oh yes, when I little like you, Marco's mom used to make me tea all the time.” The girl gave him a curious look, even as he held out his claw in offering. “So would you like try Monster made tea?”

“Is it... poisoned,” the girl asked worriedly.

Buff Frog chuckled and shook his head. “No, is not, I made sure,” he gave her a small wink and the girl finally grinned, it was hesitant and the mistrust was still written on her face, but it was definitely a start. Star and Marco, both shared victorious grins with each other, their plan working better than they had hoped and they squeezed each others hands in joy. But it quickly turned into a loving gaze, as they grew lost in their partner's stunning orbs, feeling a familiar heartbeat for a moment inside their chest.

Daisy took Buff Frog's claw and the Monster finally stood, starting to lead her toward the house. But he froze and nearly slapped a hand to his forehead as he suddenly remembered the surprise. “Oh nearly forgot!” he shouted, making the peach-haired girl look up at him curiously and a little fearfully. He turned back in the direction of his son, shouting, “Marco!”

Marco tore his gaze reluctantly away from his girlfriend, their cheeks painted pink, taking in the excited looks on his dad's face. “What?” he asked in confusion.

“Wanted to show you surprise!” Buff Frog said, before pointing to the house behind him and Marco finally took the thing in for the first time since arriving. The other Monsters turned at that, Bearicorn breaking off his conversation with Violet, who was asking question after question about the Monsters horn, wondering if he was somehow part unicorn, a mystery that went unsolved for the moment.

“Surprise Marco!” they all shouted, too late, but the hooded teen's bright smile was still there as he took in the fully constructed home in joy. It was a large two story home that looked like it had at least five bedrooms, maybe more, which made sense since many of the Monsters would be coming and going from there. The walls were a soft brown with white trimming and a red roof. The time and detail that they had surly put into its construction showed, the whole thing looking professionally built and Marco was sure his real dad couldn't have done a better job. But the thing that brought tears to his eyes was the large red sun engraved above the door frame, an exact replica to his cheek marks, as well as the plaque that read 'In memory of the Diaz Family'.

“You guys,” Marco squeaked out, wiping the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. “It looks perfect!”

“Glad you like it,” Beard Deer said, giving him a soft smile and going over to put an arm around his shoulders.

“Wait till you see the inside,” Lobster Claws said, excitedly as the two teens were led over to the entrance of the house, surrounded on all sides by the eager and chattering Monsters. Buff Frog and Daisy were in the lead, the little girl turning to her sister and shouting, “Violet, it turns out Monster's like tea just like I do and Marco's dad is going to let me try some, isn't that awesome!” Buff Frog hid his smile from the girl, keeping his eyes staring forward.

Violet got a jealous look on her face, as she whined, “What? I want to try some, too.”

“But you hate tea,” Daisy reminded her.

Violet scoffed and snapped, “Yeah but not Monster tea!”

“Well Mr. Buff Frog didn't ask you, so there?” Daisy shot back, sticking her tongue out at her sister, causing her to groan in anger.

Buff Frog with all the levelheadedness of a veteran parent merely stated, “Now, now children. No need to fight, is plenty for both of you.” This instantly stilled the girl's fast approaching argument as they both just shared a look. “Now why don't you two run inside and pick out cup you want?” he subtly hinted and the girl's instantly obeyed, running inside and giggling away, Buff Frog and the others watching them go.

“How did you do that, Buff Frog?” Marco asked in disbelief.

Marco's dad turned to him with a large, loving grin as he said, “You forget I raised you. I have fair share of fussy kids and how best deal with them.”

…

A few minutes later, the group was seated at the large kitchen table, Buff Frog pouring each of them a cup of tea from the teapot in his claws. Daisy and Violet wasted no time, the moment their cups were filled they both took a giant gulp, before spitting the stuff back out and whining about their burning tongues.

“I warned you was hot,” Buff Frog chuckled.

The other Monsters meanwhile were looking down at their own cups in confusion, Lobster Claws remarking, “We didn't know you knew how to do stuff like this boss.”

“Yes, well, many things I keep hidden from you all over years,” Buff Frog replied, pouring the tea into Star's cup, who thanked him gratefully.

He then stepped over to his son and poured him a glass. Marco looked down at the browish, almost caramel colored liquid before asking, “You said mom used to make this?”

Buff Frog nodded, before taking his seat next to his child. “Oh yes, this is her special recipe. Hopefully I got it right, been long time since last made it.”

Marco watched the steam steadily rise off of his cup, feeling his chest clench in sadness. He wished his mom could have made this for him herself, picturing her giving him a kiss on the head as she handed him his cup. He swallowed down the lump in his throat as he lifted the drink to his lips and allowed it to flow down his throat. As he did, he imagined that this was somehow a gift from her, yet another small piece of his family, a reminder that a part of them was still there and he treasured every sip. But as his taste buds activated, he let out a moan of delight, realizing that this stuff was quite delicious as well as important.

Once he lowered the cup back to the table, he was licking his lips, savoring the sweet drink as much as he could. The others seemed impressed as well, Star even commenting, “Wow, that's really good!” Even Daisy and Violet were gulping it down like there was no tomorrow, Daisy with of course her pinkie raised. They finished at nearly the same time, both letting out a satisfied sigh, before thrusting their cups toward Buff Frog again, asking nicely and with varying levels of excitement and eagerness, “More please!”

“Slow down you too, you don't want to ruin your appetite before lunch,” Star said and the two groaned in annoyance.

“Another cup won't hurt,” Buff Frog said, pouring them each another full glass and Star just smiled and shook her head. “Now make sure not to swallow too fast, could give stomach ache,” he added and the two nodded quickly.

“Thank you, Buff Frog!” Violet said, while Daisy just gave a hesitant nod. They both began drinking the substance again, though a bit slower this time.

Buff Frog smiled before turning to his own child, who's head was lowered to the table so he couldn't see his face, asking him, “So Marco what do you think of drink?”

He frowned as Marco didn't answer right away, keeping his eyes trained on his half-empty cup, and he felt concern clench his chest. The amphibian put a hand on the boy's back, asking worriedly, “Marco?”

The boy sniffed, wiping his nose with his shirt sleeve as he finally replied in a strained, tear-soaked voice, “It's delicious.”

Buff Frog smiled sadly, knowing exactly what was upsetting the boy, as he moved his arm around his small frame and pulled him to his side, saying softly, “Would you like some more?”

Marco nodded and finally caught his eye, which were shimmering with small unshed tears, but the smile on his face was genuine as he held the cup out for him.

Daisy and Violet looked over at Star with troubled frowns, Daisy asking, “What's wrong with Big Brother?”

“He just misses his parents a lot,” Star explained softly and the two shared a look, not understanding, but they stayed quiet as they watched the hooded teen drink the rest of his tea, his father holding him close as he did.

Once the boy was finished he set his cup down and cleared his throat, before asking, “So uh, do you guys have any plans for today?”

The Monsters all seemed unsure at the unexpected question, Boo Fly commenting, “Juzzzt zzpend time with you.”

Marco nodded before saying, “Right, right. I know but like how do you feel about... maybe going somewhere.” He tried to keep his voice calm, but the excited undertone was easily picked up by the Monsters.

Still they all played along as Buff Frog asked, “Do you have idea, Marco?”

“Welll...” he said as modestly as he could, reaching into the backpack by his side. “Star and I may have come up with an idea or two.” He pulled out a rolled up paper, setting it out on the table, as it unwound, covering the entire length of the table and the Monsters all stared at it in shock. The hooded teen seeing their faces, felt a blush light up his cheeks, as he admitted hesitantly, “I guess maybe I got a little carried away.”

“No, no, just surprise us is all,” Buff Frog quickly said, reading a few things off the list. “Is lot, though, might have to narrow down some.”

“Trust me this was actually the short list,” Star told them all, before smiling over at her boyfriend, who was twiddling his fingers.

“Well, I mean, I just wanted to get a chance to explore Mewni more thoroughly. I have lived here my whole life, but I don't feel like I actually know all that much about it.” None of them, mentioned the reason for this, the unspoken resentment toward the lizard who had practically imprisoned Marco entering all of their minds. “And I thought maybe checking out a few places would be a fun bonding kind of thing.” Marco shrugged and the Monsters all smiled at their youngest.

“Sounds like good plan to me,” Buff Frog said, giving his son's arm a squeeze. He looked over at his minions and friends, asking them, “How do you all feel about trip?”

They all either nodded or shrugged in agreement, Spike Balls adding, in a pleasant tone, “Anytime with Marco is a good idea to us.”

The hooded teen blushed and pulled his hood up over his eyes, to hide his pink cheeks. “You guys,” he whined in embarrassment. Star reached over and put a hand on his, drawing his eyes to her, as she told him, “See I told you they would say yes.”

“Yeah, you were right, Star,” Marco agreed and Star leaned closer, pulling his hood back so she could stare into his eyes easier. “And how about my reward for being right?” she asked with a playful smirk, making the boy's heart nearly stop beating it was pounding so erratically. Ignoring the anticipating stares of his family and the twins, he gave her the wanted kiss she was demanding, the girl putting a hand to his cheek as she let it deepen, keeping him trapped there as she tasted every inch of his lips and he happily complied, allowing her to lead the kiss. The whole time this was going on, Buff Frog and the other Monsters were smiling like crazy and trying not to gush over how cute their child and his girlfriend were as a couple, just watching them with silent smiles.

Daisy and Violet, however, had no sense of self-control for such things, as they sprang forward, over the table and tackled the hooded boy in a tight hug, making him break out of his kiss to let out a startled yelp. They nearly knocked him off his chair, but he managed to hold his balance, as he held the two giggling girls to his chest, his brain still fuzzy and his lips still tingling from the kiss. “Big brother, when are you two gonna get married already?!” Violet asked, squeezing his cheeks with her hands.

“Yeah and can I be one of the flower girl at your wedding?” Daisy requested making Violet turn to her with a glare.

“No way, I want to be the flower girl!” Violet demanded childishly.

“You hate flowers!” Daisy shot back.

“Well instead of flowers maybe I could use glass eyeballs or something,” Violet mumbled bitterly.

“Ew, Violet! That's gross!” Daisy gagged, which only made her sister even more angry.

“You're gross!”

“Girls, no arguing or we take you straight home,” Star reminded them in a chiding tone and the two turned to her with wide eyes, both of their mouths snapping shut. Though they still shot each other the occasional glare when they thought she wasn't looking.

“Now then, back to your trip,” Buff Frog interrupted, drawing the attention back to him. “Where you planning on us going, my son?”

Marco got a thoughtful expression, before he said, “Well, I'll be honest, I haven't decided yet. I have a lot of ideas, as you can tell...” he sheepishly gestured to the list. “But I don't think we'll have time to do them all.”

“May I make suggestion then?” Buff Frog asked and Marco nodded, smiling eagerly.

“Sure thing, dad,” he replied.

“My idea is place won't find on any map,” he said mysteriously and the boy's face lit up in anticipation.

“Really?” Marco breathed in wonderment.

“Oh yes, is only known by select few Monsters and I happen be one,” Buff Frog replied.

“Can you take us there?” Marco asked, his eyes begging and his frog father chuckled.

“Yes, I can,” he replied jovially.

…

The group of Mewmans and Monsters exited out of the portal, their mouths all gaped open at the beautiful clearing surrounding them. It was a great big open area surrounded and hidden from prying eyes by a thick wall of vegetation and/or cliffs. There was a waterfall there, which was oddly falling up and as they observed closer it seemed many things there were not harbored by the force of gravity. There were several flowers that floated in the air, instead of the ground, hovering there and glowing a soft white. The sight was one to behold, the sun hitting the water just right making a rainbow spray across their vision and the grass was all a pale blue, compared to the normal pink or green. In the river that flowed around the area, Marco could make out several blue gators wadding through the water, much like the one he had met so long ago. There were no houses or any signs of outside forces ever even entering the place, in fact the area looked completely untouched by organic hands.

“Wow, Buff Frog, what is this place?” Marco asked, taking a few steps forward, only to feel himself go weightless as he rose up off the ground. Marco let out a yelp of surprise, his arms waving wildly as he tried to balance himself, his body now just a foot above the floor and he tried futility to get himself back down to the forest floor.

Buff Frog quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back down to the floor, Marco sighing in relief and putting a hand over his pounding heart. “Must be careful, my boy. Gravity doesn't work same here as in rest of Mewni.”

“I'll remember that,” Marco replied, swallowing hard. Daisy and Violet on the other hand were cheering and clapping at what they had just witnessed, saying, “Oh wow, Big Brother flew!” or “Do it again, Big Brother!”

“Maybe later,” Marco told them, still having trouble speaking around the heart in his throat.

“I've never seen a place like this anywhere on Mewni before,” Star commented looking around the area in bewildered awe. “I didn't even know something like this could exist in this dimension.”

“Yes, well, we Monsters discovered it first and chose to keep hidden from Mewmans, knowing they had tendency to take what was not theirs.”

Star cringed at that. “Yeah, uh, sorry... about that,” the blond royal apologized sheepishly.

“Is okay, that was ancestors not you,” Buff Frog told her with a reassuring smile. He turned back to staring at the landscape, saying, “Place is called Gravity Falls, for obvious reasons.” They all watched as a flower floated by their heads, spinning lazily.

“How come you never brought us here before, Buff Frog?” Lobster Claws asked, looking hurt.

“Because, as said before, only few Monster know about place,” he explained, crossing his arms. “Less that know about it the better, at least that what my father said.”

“You sure, it's okay for us to be here now, then?” Marco asked in concern.

Buff Frog nodded. “Positive. Few Monsters come here nowadays, is very safe and good place to relax.”

“Can we go play?” Violet asked Star and Marco, bored of all the grown-up talking and itching to run around and explore.

“Sure,” Marco said with a nod. “But just stay where we can see you, okay?”

“Okay,” both girls replied, before racing off, Daisy looking much more comfortable and at ease now. They quickly started playing in the water scaring off the gators there, who put as much distance between the two girls as possible, before diving underwater. The Monsters quickly relaxed and lounged around, enjoying a day off without having to worry about fighting something or doing something, and finally able to just let go and do nothing for awhile, leaving Star and Marco relatively alone.

The young couple held hands, not sure what to do or say now, but more just enjoying the quiet moment together. “So, hey uh, do you... want to do something?” Marco asked, trying to fight the nervousness he was feeling. It was just Star after all, she was his bestie and girlfriend, there was no reason he should be nervous... at least he didn't think, he had only been on a couple of dates with her and was still not entirely sure what all dating entailed.

“Like what?” she asked patiently, her eyes shining brighter than a thousand diamonds and the words caught in Marco's throat.

He coughed, before saying, “I don't know, maybe like-”

Before he could finish his answer, there was a loud splash from the water and Star turned only to see the two girls now almost wrestling in the water and quickly raced over without a second thought to stop them from accidentally drowning one another. “Hey girls, stop that!” Star cried.

Marco felt disappointment bubble in his chest, but it didn't last long, after all they still had the whole day to hang out and today was really more about spending time with his dad and the rest of his family anyways.

And as if on cue, Marco suddenly felt something land on his shoulder and turned to see his dad smiling down at him. “So, my son, how is things with you?”

“Pretty good, actually,” Marco said, sitting on a fairly comfortable rock (after testing it to make sure it was stationary of course). Buff Frog took the seat next to him. “Is good. How is relationship with Star? Are you two doing okay?”

Marco didn't even have to think about his answer. “Oh yeah, she's great! We're doing great! Actually the other day we went on a date to this 'Corn Festival' thing and it was awesome!” He quickly pulled out his phone to show his dad a few pictures the two had taken, Marco and Star in various poses together and with facial expressions ranging from a mere smile to goofy looks to outright kissing one another, thus capturing the moment for all time.

But as his phone switched to the last picture this one of the two of them, passed out on his bed his head nuzzled into her chest as his girlfriend held him in a protective hug, he quickly squeaked and tucked his phone away, hoping his dad wouldn't comment on it. “Janna,” he muttered under his breath, knowing his creepy friend had to be responsible for that. It wouldn't be the first time she had stolen his phone to take a photo of the two when they didn't know she was there. Normally he didn't mind, but he didn't want to explain to his dad what had led up to that situation in the first place.

“What was that?” Buff Frog asked, a tiny bit of concern in his tone.

Oh boy. “I, uh, had a nightmare,” Marco replied simply, hoping his dad would drop the subject. He didn't want to talk about how ever since the Toffee incident he would occasionally have a nightmare where he was being strangled all over again or taken far away from his family and Star where no one would find him. Or more recently, he was forced to watch as Toffee disposed of everyone he loved right in front of him while he was powerless to stop him. It was why he didn't mind that the twins had begun making a habit out of sneaking into bed with him in the middle of the night, finding their presences comforting and he was able to sleep easier knowing someone else was there. Though that didn't help when his nightmares would come back to him during the day, when he was wide awake, because they felt so much more real then and would always throw his mind into a frenzy and his body into panic.

But his dad didn't pester him with questions or even ask what the nightmare had been about, only staring at him for a long moment before saying, “It happens.” Marco was thankful as he quickly moved on and dropped the subject moving on to a more lighthearted subject as he began telling Marco all about how he used to come to this place as a kid with his father and how special and important it was to him.

Marco listened closely, but allowed his eyes to stray to the water, watching as Daisy, Violet, and now even Star joined in on taking turns soaking one another, albeit now under Star's watchful eye, not letting it ever get too far out of hand as to raise any concern. He admired his girlfriend, as she laughed and played along with the two girls, laughing like she didn't have a care in the world. He liked seeing her like this, so relaxed and at ease, and he was enchanted with her every movement, of every way the light danced off her hair. He nearly laughed out loud as she lifted Daisy up and dipped her waste deep in the water, while the small royal screamed and kicked in joy. The boy felt a familiar heartbeat flicker in his chest and suddenly, Star looked over at him, her sky blue eyes conveying to him that she had felt it too. The two shared a smile, before he directed his full attention back to his dad.

Buff Frog carried on and on with his tales, filled with joy but at the same time was deep in thought. He knew Marco was keeping something from him, that there was something on his mind he wasn't telling him and that troubled Buff Frog deeply. His son was generally a very open boy and he had always been honest with him about nearly everything, sure there was the occasional lie growing up, telling him he had eaten all of his vegetables when there was still plenty on his plate, stuff like that, but overall nothing to this level. The worse he could think of was when he had snuck out of the castle against Toffee's wishes, but that had been more of to protect himself from Toffee's wrath than anything else.

But if Marco was having nightmare and seemed blatantly uncomfortable talking about it, then Buff Frog knew something was bothering him. Something that (with him at least) Marco seemed closed off about. And that wasn't the only example. He had picked up on several little conversations with his son that Marco was doing his best to hide something and as much as he wanted to pry it out of him, he also knew that that would do no good. Maybe he could speak about it with Star later, for now, he'd rather enjoy some quality time with his son and so to make sure that very thing happened he forced the thoughts out of his head.

The rest of the Monsters seemed to be enjoying themselves too, all finding something to keep them entertained while they were there. Big Chicken was pecking at the grass looking for seeds or bugs to chomp on. Bearicorn was climbing up a tree in an attempt to score some honey from a beehive. The two-headed brothers were in an intense argument about if a house would float out there. Boo Fly was sleeping, his small body suspended in mid-air as he relaxed and enjoyed being able to feel weightless without flapping his wings. Lobster Claws and Potato Baby were busy testing out the gravity streams, taking turns watching various things they could find float in fascination, and as Beard Deer walked by, he gave Lobster Claws a massive shove, which caused the crustacean to float in the air, his arms waving wildly as he screamed over the lack of balance, all while Potato Baby let a garbled laugh. The rest were all either napping in the sun or just laying back in the grass and doing nothing.

After a while, Star called out to her bestie, drawing his and Buff Frog's attention to the water, “Hey Marco, come join us!”

“Yeah, Big Brother come and play!” Daisy shouted.

Marco looked over at his dad, who gave him a nod to let him know it was okay, before he ran over, ripping off his prized hoodie, before taking a dive toward the water. But gravity worked against him once again, as it instead kept him floating in the air for a few seconds, his form slowing drifting over the three girls heads, before dropping him unceremoniously into the water. The teen came up sputtering and gasping for breath, while he heard the familiar laughter of Star and the twins, who all found his slip up immensely humorous. “It's not that funny,” Marco said and Star gave him an apologetic look inbetween gasps for breath.

“I'm... sorry Marco, but y-your face... it was j-just too funny!” She was laughing even harder now, looking like she was about to double over or pass out from lack of oxygen to her strained lungs.

Marco felt his face flush bright red, until an idea popped into his head, his cheeks spinning once in response. “Not as funny as yours,” he said playfully and the girl stopped laughing and gave him a confused look. That's when Marco swiftly splashed a big bunch of water into the girl's face, making her let out a startled cry. The boy laughed at the girl's soaking wet hair and dripping bangs, as she merely frowned over at him, though the smile behind her eyes was obviously there. And it turned into a real one as she said, playfully, “Oh yeah so that's how you want it to be. Then bring it on, Diaz!”

Daisy and Violet quickly joined in, each helping to sabotage the two teens, with little splashes of their own, while Marco and Star got into a splash fight, laughing the whole time, as Star sought revenge on her boyfriend. Eventually, Marco threw in the towel though as Star began to mercilessly tickle his sides and he laughed and squirmed in her grip. “Ha ha, okay Star that's enough! Haha, Star you win already, hahahaha, stop it that tickles!”

The girl finally ceased her ferocious attack as she held the boy tightly in her arms, his body slightly dipped toward the water. She couldn't resist as she leaned closer and gave him a small kiss on the lips, which he returned wholeheartedly. But just as the two separated, there was a large splash the aftereffect hitting the two full force, along with a massive wave that nearly knocked the two off their feet. Daisy and Violet laughed as they had witnessed Spike Balls jumping into the water out of nowhere, giggling incessantly at their two babysitters soaked forms. “Just thought I'd join in on the fun,” the Monster commented with a wide smile.

“Oh my turn!” Lobster Claws suddenly shouted. He ran toward the water before proclaiming, “Cannonball!” He then jumped in the water himself, using the lack of gravity to do a full flip before hitting the water and sending of shower of droplets on the others.

Several other Monsters joined in, diving into the water, making the four Mewmans laugh at the varying degrees of success. But Beard Deer hardly seemed impressed, watching the whole thing with a scowl, before finally shouting, “That's not how you cannon ball!”

“Oh yeah, well then why don't you try it?” Lobster Claws yelled from back at him.

Beard Deer got a smirk, as he backed up to show them a proper cannonball, but just as he jumped, he was affected by the gravity, as it made him instead do one spin in the air before face-planting directly into the water, causing the other Monsters to laugh. At this point, all the Monsters were in the river but Buff Frog, and Marco looked over at his dad, who was watching with a smile in the same spot he had left him.

“Hey dad, don't you want to swim, too?!” he yelled to him.

“Yeah, come on, boss! Live a little!” Lobster Claws shouted, Potato Baby giving an agreeing garble.

Buff Frog just shook his head, saying, “No, no. You have fun, I will sit out this time.”

“Awww, come on!” Star encouraged. “Your a frog, after all, I bet your jump would put all the others to shame!”

“Yeah, dad, show me that patented Bulgoyabov dive, like in your story,” Marco added, remembering his dad recounting the special technique his family had invented and been using for generations.

The amphibian seemed to consider this, before he stood up and started to walk away, much to everyone's surprise. “Boss?” some of the Monsters asked, while Marco just smiled to himself. The frog suddenly turned and began racing back toward the river, getting a running start before he leapt into the air. Everyone watched in awe as his muscular form rose above the very treetops and with the added lack of gravity, he seemed to go even higher than some clouds. And as he descended, he did a complicated series of spins and somersaults, before finally hitting the water, crashing into it like a torpedo. There was a gigantic wave, that sent every Monster barreling over and Marco, who had been fully aware what was about to happen, had grabbed Daisy and Violet and pulled them as far back as he could. Star followed uncertainly, but it switched to understanding as the tidal wave barreled through the unexpected Monsters, only to lose its height and momentum the further it traveled, hitting the Mewmans with only a mild, barely above their knees, current.

Buff Frog emerged from the water, grinning victoriously, as all the Monsters recovered from the unexpected hit. There was a few seconds of silence, before Lobster Claws exclaimed, “That was amazing!” Soon after this declaration all the Monsters were congratulating their boss, patting him on the back or shaking his claw and while the four Mewmans just watched and laughed. “You family is so fun, big brother!” Violet screamed and Marco smiled thoughtfully, nodding slowly.

“Yeah they are,” Marco said softly, his voice chocked with emotion. He couldn't think of a time when he had ever seen them acting so goofy or lighthearted, most of the time growing up they had seemed stressed and anxious and sometimes Marco wasn't sure if they could even stand each other. But now they looked like a real family, getting along and just enjoying each others company, and it made Marco's heart soar to see such a sight. And seeing them all so happy and carefree, made him realize something. While he had recently begun experiencing true freedom for himself, the others now seemed to have finally gotten the chance to do the same. And this only served to remind him of just how much he loved his dad and the Monsters, they all had sacrificed so much to keep him safe for all those years, and now at last they were able to be rewarded for their efforts.

Marco, after some prompting from Star, was able to snap out of his thoughts and go over to join the Monsters, Daisy and Violet following right behind. Once they met up, a series of games fast broke out, including more splash fighting, chicken fight, a game the Monsters called sharks and mermaids, and marco polo, which Marco enjoyed immensely. This went on until late into the afternoon, the sun peeking and then lowering quite a ways before anyone even took notice of how much time had passed, too invested in the fun they were all having. Marco, especially, seemed to be enjoying his time bonding with his family and girlfriend, smiling ear to ear to the point his cheeks began hurting, but he didn't care and refused to let it up for even a single second.

But he wasn't the only one obviously having the time of his life, the twins too seemed equally enthusiastic about the time spent, even little Daisy's fear all but forgotten as she played with the Monsters with equal fervor as her twin. And soon, she seemed right at home and at ease around them, giggling incessantly over every little thing. In fact, by this point you couldn't even tell that she had ever been frightened of the Monsters to begin with and this made Marco's already stretched smile widen even more.

By the time they did finally break off for lunch, they were all beyond sore and tired, but happy, as they slowly trudged to shore to get some much needed and well-deserved rest, dragging their pruny bodies out of the water with much force, some more than others.

They all stretched out in the soft grass, relaxing and catching their breath as they waited to dry off in the sun. Daisy and Violet lay side by side, both shivering slightly as Marco walked over to them with their lunches and his in hand. They both took their food gratefully and with bright eagerness over the first bit of food since breakfast, both working up quite the appetite over the last several hours. It was nothing fancy, just sandwiches that he had made before their trip but as the two starving girls each took a bite, it seemed like they had just been given fine gourmet the way they were humming in appreciation and delight.

“This is so good, Big Brother!” Daisy proclaimed, before quickly chomping at least a quarter of it off and chewing greedily.

“Yeah, it's really tasty!” Violet mumbled out, struggling to form coherent words with her mouth stuffed to the very max it could hold at one time without choking her.

“I'm glad you like it,” Marco said cheerfully, before rising up and going over to join Star, who was already half-done with her own sandwich. “Mmmm, Marco what is on this? It's amazing!” Star complimented him, taking a big bite.

“Umm, let's see,” Marco said thoughtfully, as he sat by Star's side. He counted off each ingredient used as he went, “Basically whatever I could find, like avocados, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, mustard, ketchup, chick-” Marco quickly cut himself off, his head whipping around to stare panic-stricken at Big Chicken, who's head was raised in alert. Marco nervously cleared his throat, before correcting himself and saying, “Um, you know, various things.”

This seemed to settle Big Chicken, who went back to pecking at the seeds in front of him. “Right, gotcha,” Star replied, as she held back a chuckle. She watched the boy take an eager bite of his own sandwich, hanging on his every move, before asking, “So do you wanna switch?”

Marco turned to her in surprise, his mouth still comically stuffed, as he asked, “Wha?”

Star laughed at her boyfriend's cuteness, before explaining, “You can have some of my sandwich and I can have some of yours.”

Marco swallowed, giving her a look of naive curiosity. “Why would we do that?” he asked. “I mean they're exactly the same, right.” He raked his brain trying to think of if he did anything special to any of the sandwiches, but he had been very careful to make them all the exact same way so as to not hurt anyone's feelings over being left out.

Star shrugged, her fingers shyly fiddling with the bread, picking off small crumbs and throwing it into the grass. “It's just something couples like to do. But if you don't want to I-”

“No, no, I do!” Marco quickly agreed, practically shouting into her face and waving a hand in front of him to reassure her. He hated to see Star upset and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her feelings, especially over something as trivial as this. “I just was confused it all,” he added with a sheepish chuckled, nervously scratching his cheek.

Star smiled at him, grabbing his arm and cuddling him close to her. “It's okay, Marco. I get it,” Star told him, before planting a kiss on his cheek. “I just felt weird about it for a second is all, cause I realized how dumb it sounded.”

“Nothing you say is dumb,” Marco told her, so much honesty and certainty in his tone that Star realized that he truly believed what he said, that to him anything she said was important and that was just a hard fact of life. Which just made Star's heart melt even more and caused her to gush over her adorably sweet boyfriend. “Awww, Marco, you spoil me,” she swooned, squeezing his arm tight as she nuzzled his cheek with hers, making the both of their faces light up red.

Marco didn't say anything, just giving a little embarrassed chuckle, enjoying every second of contact with his awesome bestie as his brain turned to mush. But he was able to successfully snap back to reality as Star held her sandwich up to his lips and he eagerly took a bite, before doing the same for her. The two chewed their partner's lunch for a moment, feeling safe and secure in each other's arms. And though Marco didn't know how it was possible, he could swear that somehow Star's bite of sandwich was far better than his own, as if being in the blond's hands infused it with some sort of added flavor that only improved its overall taste. Then again, it shouldn't surprise him, everything Star touched turned to gold. She was just so special and amazing he sometimes couldn't believe he was been lucky enough to have her in his life. Since he met her, she had done nothing but brighten up his life in ways he never could have imagined. Before Star the only joy in his life was the bits of time he spent with his dad and the Monsters, everything else was just boredom and guilt and longing. Now though, his life felt like a fairytale or some beautiful dream that he prayed he never woke up from. Sure there were tough times, but they were worth it if he could stay by his Star's side.

Marco must have been staring at her funny, because she suddenly asked, “What?” The hooded teen slowly shook his head. “Just... thinking,” he said, his voice cracking slightly as he chocked on the lump in his throat.

“About what?” Star asked, raising a curious, teasing eyebrow.

“How much better my life is since I met you,” he explained and Star's eyes widened.

A bright, shy smile lit up her face and her hearts thumped a few times on her blushing cheeks. “What brought that up?” she asked.

“Just being near you, I guess. Spending time with you always makes me feel grateful that we met.”

Star smiled and leaned once again into his arm. “Yeah, me too.”

The two stayed like that for a moment or two, before they heard a shuffling behind them and they turned to see Buff Frog standing over them, looking slightly guilty. “Sorry to interrupt moment,” he began looking genuinely apologetic. “But need to talk to you two about something.”

Star and Marco shared a surprised look, before Marco spoke up, telling his dad, “Uh, sure thing, Buff Frog. What's going on?”

The amphibian sat down on a rock beside them, his gaze hardening some and causing the two's heart rate to increase mildly. He crossed his arms, his stance powerful but concerned, his yellow eyes digging into their skin, trying to pry something out of them with the look alone. The two admittedly squirmed under his intense gaze, now worried what he was about to question them on. “I know you two hiding something from me.”

The two both gasped at that, too startled to hide their guilty faces as Marco bit his lip and avoided his dad's gaze and Star just sucked in a breath. Buff Frog watched both of their reactions closely, waiting for them to speak and try to defend themselves. But neither said a word and eventually Buff Frog figured it was best to continue. “I see it in your eyes. I want to know what problem is.”

The two shared a hesitant look, neither sure what to say and a thought suddenly struck Buff Frog. The two were really close with one another, sharing a lot of time alone and away from his watchful eye, they had been dating for at least three months now, and Marco had freaked out over a photo of the two snuggling in bed together...

His eyes slowly lowered to Star's stomach, but he quickly shook these foolish thoughts away. There was no way that was what was happening, from what he had seen their relationship was sweet and innocent, he had no reason to suspect them of something like that. Still, there was something wrong and he was going to find out what. “Please tell me so that I may help you. I worry about you, Marco,” he said, his eyes begging and his son finally caught his eye, before quickly turning away the look too much for him to take.

“That's exactly why I don't want to tell you,” Marco said, rubbing a hand on his arm. “I don't want to worry you anymore than you already do.”

Buff Frog let out a sigh. “I know, my son, but keeping hidden from me, make me worry just as much.”

Star and Marco shared a look, trying to silently decide on their next course of action. One of the big reasons the two had been opposed to it was out of fear that maybe if Buff Frog was to know the danger surrounding Star he might decide to move Marco back in with him until the threat passed. And even though this seemed unlikely, the chance was still there and it was enough to chill them to the bone, neither wanting to imagine a life without their chosen match by their side. And so, as brown and blue met, a single thought ran through both of their minds, What do we tell him?

Meanwhile, Violet was quickly growing bored just laying there. She had already finished her lunch and she wanted to go back to doing stuff, particularly with the Monsters. She looked over to see Star and Marco in some kind of conversation with Buff Frog and then to where the rest of the Monsters were resting. She rose to her feet, which caught her twin's attention. “Where are you going?” Daisy asked curiously.

“To talk to the Monsters, want to come.” Violet looked ecstatic, a bright grin on her face as she waited for her sister's answer.

Daisy studied the group of Monsters for a few moments, trying to decide. Sure they hadn't done anything bad to her at this point but she still felt unsure about them, all the stories she had overheard from the adults making her fearful. Both her and Violet had eavesdropped on several conversations regarding the Monsters and, while her sister had only seemed to grow more and more interested, Daisy was scared stiff. The way the grownups talked about the Monsters killing people and burning down entire villages, had left her with nightmares for weeks. Her mother had done her best to comfort her, (not before reprimanding them both for listening in where they shouldn't have, of course) telling Daisy that no Monster could get to them from where they were and that she was safe, but her overactive imagination said otherwise. And having a sister who was obsessed with them didn't help much either. Violet would mercilessly tease her and tell her scary stories about the Monsters eating children whole or making them into stew, not realizing just how much it was messing her sister up.

But the worst of all of it was the day that her Trait had worked against her, as when Violet was telling another one of her particularly nasty stories to an unwilling Daisy, their cheek marks had activated, glowing white, and the Monster from Violet's description had come to life and appeared in their room. It was a large Monster made of nothing but fur and glowing red eyes. According to Violet it would tickle its victims for hours before eating them. The girl screamed and hid behind her sister, her whole body shaking, as she begged the Monster to leave her alone. Until finally, Violet told her that the Monster was gone and she opened her eyes to see it had disappeared, her twin apparently making it stop after she realized how much it was troubling her sister.

A moment later, the door had busted open and as several guards came in to check on the two young monarchs, hearing the girl's scream, Daisy, had simply jumped up, pushing past the guards, and ran down the hallways without a word, tears of embarrassment and fear streaming down her face. After that, Violet didn't tease her anymore about the Monsters and the guards were extremely careful to watch what they said around the young, impressionable royal.

But then, things had changed all of a sudden, as the adults began saying that the Monsters were good now and that they were no longer hurting anyone anymore. This had confused Daisy, sending her mind into a whirlwind of questions and doubt that left her paralyzed with uncertainty. All her life she had been told that Monsters were bad and that you should stay away from them and avoid them at all costs, but now she was just supposed to forget all of that and trust them. She didn't know what to do, her mind at a crossroads, as she struggled through her paranoid filled upbringing and the new-found evidence that there was no longer anything to fear.

Finally she shook her head, her brain still feeling heavy with doubt and uncertainty, as she said, “No, I'm okay.”

Violet scoffed, clearly annoyed with the response, as she rolled her eyes. “Baby,” she said tauntingly and this ignited a fire in little Daisy's chest.

“I am not a baby!” Daisy huffily shouted, stomping a foot down in anger. She couldn't believe her sister was accusing her of something like that, especially since she was only like this cause of her. She was so filled with rage and consumed by her venomous thoughts, that she didn't even hear the crack beneath her feet.

“Yes you are,” Violet mocked back, pointing an accusing finger at her twin. “Your too afraid to even go near the Monsters, even though mom and Big Brother told us they are safe.”

“But what about all those stories we used to hear, remember that Violet?” Daisy argued. “The adults said that Monsters were scary and dangerous.”

Violet shrugged. “Well we've been around them all day and they haven't acted scary or dangerous,” the creepy girl pointed out and Daisy's comeback froze on her tongue. She didn't know what to say to that, her twin was right after all, the Monsters actually seemed kind and gentle and Marco did seem to trust them...

“Face it, Daisy,” Violet continued, speaking as if she was stating a fact. “Your only afraid of them cause your a baby.”

Daisy lost her train of thought, as anger burst through her chest again and she screamed out in a fiery roar, “I. am. NOT!” She stomped her foot down even harder this time, only this time the cracking that followed was even louder than last time and the girl looked down to see the ground beneath her had fractured, creating a small uneven circle around her form. Before either girl could say anything, the ground beneath Daisy sprang up from the ground, a chunk of Mewni raising up into the sky, carrying the screaming Mewman child with it.

The ear-splitting screech gained everyone's attention, Buff Frog and the teens conversation forgotten as they swerved around to see Daisy being carried away by the ground beneath her, the young one clinging to the grass in fear. “Daisy!” Star and Marco shouted at the same time, terror and alarm written all over their stunned faces. The two began running over to where Violet stood numbly, watching her sister helplessly floating away, her eyes wet with unshed tears. “Marco get Violet!” Star shouted, afraid that her other cousin might float away if she wasn't protected. Marco quickly scooped the girl up and held her close to his chest, as he watched his girlfriend shout at the top of her lungs, “Raspberry Ribbon Lasso!” A tangle of sparkling red rope shout out of her wand, wrapping around the chunk of rock and holding it in place.

The Monsters quickly circled around the Mewmans, feeling helpless as they watched Star's rescue attempt, wanting to do something to help. “Help, someone help me!” Daisy cried, her eyes sealed shut and her whole body shaking in fear, as tears streamed down her face

“Hold on, Daisy, I got you!” Star tried to reassure her, hoping the quiver in her voice didn't end up making the girl even more afraid. Boo Fly, as well, did his part, as he quickly flew up to the girl and snuggled into her side, trying to comfort her however he could. “Don't you worry Mizzz Daizzy. Zztar will have you down in no time,” the fly Monster said, running a paw through her cream-colored hair but the girl didn't respond, too petrified to speak.

But Star was at a loss of what to do next, the blond royal quickly racking her brain for a way to get the girl down without hurting her. But suddenly Buff Frog appeared behind her out of nowhere, saying in a deadly calm voice, “Keep her still, I get her down.”

Before the girl could respond, Buff Frog jumped high into the air, sailing over everyone's heads as he expertly landed on the floating rock, Star somehow barely feeling any extra weight from it, much to her incredulousness. Buff Frog let out a long, soothing shush, putting both claws gently on her shoulders Boo Fly flying away from the girl to let his leader handle the situation. “Shhhh, is alright, little one. You be okay.” The girl flinched, clearly recognizing his voice, her body tensing up, but the amphibian moved slowly, as he gently pulled her up, so she was now sitting on her knees. Her hands instinctively shot out and grabbed onto his beefy arms, taking comfort in his strength, paranoid she would fall without something to cling to. He continued his soft cooing, as he lifted her up and brought her into his arms. The girl instantly threw her arms around his neck, holding him in a tight hug as she buried her face into his shoulder with a small whimper. “Shhh, is alright. You safe now,” Buff Frog said, running a claw through her hair to calm her. He looked down, ignoring the disbelieving looks from his minions as he quickly sized up the distance. He sucked in a breath, this was going to be the tricky part, he would have to jump in order to get down, but that would obviously panic the poor child even more, her already rapid heartbeat causing him to ache.

“Come on dad, you got this,” Marco whispered from the ground, his grip on Violet tightening some, while the creepy girl looked petrified with fear for her sister. Star was just doing all she could to keep the rock from floating any further away, fighting against the incredibly strong pull of gravity the entire time, her arms beginning to ache with the effort. But she felt a small shift in the magical lasso and her eyes widened in horror as she saw that the laws of nature had found a new way to get around her. The floating ground was beginning to break apart into smaller chunks and she watched as a large crack formed, cutting its way through the rock, following along the path her lasso was.

“Buff Frog!” Star screamed in warning.

But the Monster leader didn't have time to react as the rock suddenly snapped in half and continued its trek toward space, causing Buff Frog and Daisy to fall, now plummeting to the ground, the frog in no position to land safely, his body twisting this way and that as he free fell. Violet screamed in fear for her sister's life and Marco shouted in pure terror, “No!”

Star thought fast though, holding her wand out and casting loudly, “Mystic Safety Net!” A large net formed, held in the air by several sparkly butterflies, who pulled the net as taunt as it would go, easily catching the girl and frog in the thick tangle of ropes. They lowered the two slowly and carefully to the ground, before setting them and the net onto the ground. Marco let out a loud breath of relief, his first since witnessing his dad falling to his death.

Buff Frog sat up, before looking down at the girl clinging to his chest in fear, and saying softly, “You can let go, little one. We safe now.” Daisy finally opened her eyes, looking around to see that they were on the ground once more and she released the frog from her death grip, allowing him to pick her up and set her back on her feet.

Violet seeing this, jumped out of Marco's arms and ran up to her still trembling sister, throwing her arms around her in a tight, affectionate hug. The peach-haired girl's eyes widened in surprise, her arms twitching at her side as if unsure if she should hug her sister back or not. But as she heard a sob escape her sister's throat, she did just that, giving her twin a small squeeze. Star walked over and joined in on the hug, thankful her two cousins were safe.

Buff Frog watched the three as he stood, caught off guard as a small form bumped into his chest and a warm body trapped him in its own tender embrace. He looked down to see his son hugging him close, Marco's eyes scrunched closed and the residual look of fear still clearly on his face. “I thought I was gonna lose you,” the boy in red chocked out, his voice cracking as a single tear ran down his face.

“There, there,” Buff Frog soothed, giving his beloved son a loving pat on the back. “I okay, thanks to Star.”

Both Marco and Buff Frog turned to the blond teen, who pulled away from the twins to match their gaze, a smile on her face. “Well I couldn't just sit there and do nothing,” she said with a modest shrug of her shoulders.

“Buff Frog!” a sudden outburst, drew everyone's attention to the other Monsters, who all ran over and tackled their leader to the ground. “We're so sorry we couldn't help you!” Bearicorn bawled, tears streaming down his face. “Please don't fire us and replace us with better Monsters!” the bear continued.

Buff Frog smiled at his companions as he rose to his feet, telling them all in an authoritative but gentle voice, “Is alright, my friends. Would never replace you. You best Monsters I know.”

Potato Baby made a garbled questioning noise, which the amphibian was able to translate, nodding his head. “Da, besides, can't very well replace you. Think Marco would miss you too much.”

The Monsters all turned to the teen, who smiled at them all. “Yep, he's right, I would,” he said. “You're my family after all.” They all let out a simultaneous awww, some even growing teary eyed.

The next thing Marco knew he was being hugged from all angles by the many members of his Monster family who were all cooing or crying out their fondness for the boy. Star laughed seeing her boyfriend looking lost and dazed as he was being virtually squeezed to death by the Monsters, but making no efforts to stop them, though that could have been due to his inability to breathe at the moment. But her attention was drawn back to her spells, who were all staring at her eagerly, as one of the butterflies asked, “So is there anything else we can do for, princess?”

Even my spells have to feel the need to call me by my title, she thought to herself, while saying aloud, “No that will be all, thank you.”

They all bowed formally, another saying, “No thank you, Your Highness. It is an honor to be able to help out a Butterfly.” Then as suddenly as they had come, they vanished into thin air, leaving behind a few sparkles that drifted slowly to the ground. I'll have to remember to call on them more often, she thought to herself. After I have a talk with them about calling me by my name.

Daisy and Violet, meanwhile, were still stuck in their own hug, which was quickly becoming awkward, as the former tried to pull away but found her sibling refusing to break her hold. “Uhh, Violet, you can let go now,” the peach-haired girl said.

“I'm sorry,” the girl muttered, starling her twin.

“What?” she asked.

“I'm sorry I called you a baby,” Violet sniffed. She knew her and her sister argued a lot, but she never imagined that it would nearly lead to such a horrible outcome. She had nearly lost her twin, her other half, all because she had been dumb and stupid and had to tease her over nothing. “I shouldn't have said those things, because of me you almost-”

“No, you were right,” Daisy said, much to her sister's surprise.

“I was?” Violet asked in clear confusion.

The cutesy girl nodded. “I was afraid of the Monsters and I was being a baby about it. I was just so sure that they were bad that I didn't give them a chance.”

Violet finally let go and pulled out of the hug, staring her sister straight in the eyes. “Soooo, does this mean your not mad at me?” she asked.

“No, I guess not,” Daisy said, for some reason finding it hard to stay mad at her twin. Sure they fought a lot, but deep down she loved her twin and couldn't imagine being away from her. They needed each other in some strange way.

The two shared a short smile, before Daisy turned to Star and said, “Thank you, Star, for helping rescue me.”

Star patted her young cousin lightly on the head saying, “I'm just glad your safe. But you know, I'm not the only one you should be thanking.” The blond's eyes jumped to Buff Frog then back to her cousin, knowingly. Daisy nodded and slowly approached the frog Monster, who was watching his son with a grin.

When the girl reached him she gave him a small tug on his shirt to draw his attention and as the frog looked down at her, she began scraping a foot against the ground shyly, struggling to meet his eye. “Um, uh,” the girl muttered, a blush beginning to stain her cheeks. “Th-Thank you, for saving me, Mr. Buff Frog.”

The frog smiled and bent down so he was level with the child. “Please, just Buff Frog is fine. And you very welcome, little one.”

Daisy got a pouting look on her face, her cheeks puffing up cutely, as she whined, “Stop calling me 'little one'. My name is Daisy so call me that, okay?”

Buff Frog paused a look of surprise and confusion on his face, before he laughed out loud, a long hearty chuckle that drew everyone's attention onto him and left them all questioning what was so funny. He gently drew the girl in for hug, giving her a soft pat on the back. “Of course. Forgive me,” he said, unable to keep the smile off of his face. Children really were priceless sometimes. Although he loved Marco immensely and wouldn't change a thing about his precious son, he admitted a part of him missed taking care of a young kid, his time raising the young Marco challenging but fulfilling. Now that Marco was older and living with Star, a part of him missed how things used to be (the happy moments at least, he would give anything to go back and make it so that Marco never had to grow up under the lizard's iron rule) he had loved being a parent and looking after and raising his son were some of the greatest moments of his life, he just hadn't realized how greatly he was missing that until now.

“Um, Buff Frog, your kinda crushing me,” Daisy's muffled voice managed to snap the frog out of his thoughts, as he pulled the girl away from his chest finally and stood back up to his full height. “My apologies. Bow then after scary ordeal, would you and sister like snack,” he took the girl's hand, who just stared up at him with curious, eager eyes.

“Snack? But mommy didn't let us bring any candy,” Daisy said.

“Ahh yes, but I know where stash of candy bars is hidden. I put it there when I your age,” Buff Frog said with a wink.

The girl giggled and allowed him to lead her off in the direction of the hidden treat, the girl calling for her sister to come with, who wasted no time in joining them. Once Buff Frog had unearthed the treasure trove of candy and the two girls were happily chocking down candy bars as they leaned against the Monster's sides, Marco, who had finally escaped from the Monster's tight, clingy grasp, approached his father, saying sheepishly, “Um, hey, dad about what we talked about earlier-”

But Buff Frog quickly cut him off, shaking his head and declaring, “You don't have to tell me.”

“R-Really?” Marco said in surprise.

“Da, I realize now I overreact. You not little kid anymore. You old enough to take care of self. Sometimes I just have trouble remembering that. Whatever problem you having, I know you and Star can handle, otherwise you tell me.”

Marco nodded, letting out a long sigh. “Well I'm glad you feel that way, but...” Marco paused, looking over at Star for permission, who gave a small nod. “I-I don't think it's right to keep something like this hidden from you any longer. Have you... ever heard of a Monster named Rasticore?”

Buff Frog seemed surprised by this, but shook his head. “No, I haven't.”

“Well... he's this assassin guy, who kinda... attacked me and Star at the Orphan's Ball,” Marco said with a grimace.

The amphibian's eyes widened as he and all the other Monster exclaimed, “What?!”

Marco quickly waved his arms to try and calm them down. “No, no, we're both fine. It's okay.”

“Wait?! I thought you said that guy was a tax collector?” Lobster Claws asked in confusion.

“And you believed him?” Beard Deer scoffed in anger.

“Well, yeah, they can be very scary you know,” the crustacean argued, making several of the Monsters face-palm.

“Your an idiot,” Bearicorn muttered.

“But anyways,” Marco continued, after the interruption. “He got away and the King and Queen have been searching really hard to find him. But because it happened at the castle, we're having to keep it secret from everyone.”

Buff Frog nodded his head thoughtfully, his eyebrows furrowed. “That is for best, people would blame all Monsters if know the truth,” the amphibian agreed.

“That's what we were thinking,” Star said, joining in on the conversation as she moved to her boyfriend's side. “The only problem is, we're having a real tough time finding him, because we have no way to track him.”

Buff Frog was silent for a moment, clearly contemplating and both Star and Marco held their breath, holding each other's hands tight. Finally, after an agonizingly long time, the frog Monster responded, “I will ask around, see what I can find.”

The couple's mouths dropped open in shock at that, sharing a quick look, before turning back to the frog. “Th-That's it,” Marco managed to say.

“Da,” Buff Frog said, giving them a puzzled expression.

“Your not... worried?” Marco asked hesitantly, giving his dad a grimace of concern.

“Of course I worried. Is my job as father to worry over you,” Buff Frog said. “But... like I said before, I trust you to take care of self. And you have Star, you could be no safer with me than her.”

Star blushed at that, but she added softly, “Well that's not entirely true. He's after me, not Marco, so it's my fault that he...” Star's voice trailed off, the hurt in her tone as clear as day.

Buff Frog closed his eyes, his arms crossed in thought, but when they opened again he said, “All the more reason for you two to stay together.”

“Huh?” Star and Marco asked simultaneously. That was not the answer they were expecting.

“You two belong together,” the frog explained. “You need each other, especially in times of trouble and doubt. I meant what said earlier, you can handle problem as long as you have each other. And if you do need my help, then I be there.”

Marco gave his dad a loving, grateful smile, his voice chocked up, as he said, “Thanks, dad.” He couldn't believe he had ever doubted his dad enough to even think that he would separate him and Star. His dad loved him and he knew exactly how much Star meant to him, how crucial it was to keep her in his life. He had let his paranoia blind him from the truth that was right in front of him.

“You know,” Star spoke up, her voice light as she wrapped an arm around her bestie's shoulders. “Last time Rasticore showed up, apparently Marco managed to hold him off entirely on his own.”

Buff Frog and the other Monsters stared at their youngest in equal mixes of disbelief and pride and Marco felt his face flushing wildly. “W-Well, that's not entirely true,” Marco stuttered, tapping his fingers together shyly. “Kelly was there a-and Tom and Pony showed up and-”

“Come on, Marco, don't be so modest,” Star cooed, holding the boy close to her in a loving embrace. “Kelly told me the whole story and she said you gave that lizard a run for his money.”

“Well then, in that case, it seems I have nothing to worry about,” Buff Frog said, giving his son a delighted smile, which caused Marco to grin.

There was a sniff off to the side and everyone turned to see Beard Deer with tears running down his face. “Why are you crying?” Man Arm asked, giving the Monster a funny look.

“This is the proudest moment of my life,” Beard Deer whispered, before shouting, “My baby is growing up!”

“He'zz not even your baby,” Boo Fly pointed out and the deer Monster quickly rumbled, “Shut up, just let me have this!” wiping the tears out of his eyes with his claws.

Daisy and Violet laughed at the sight of the full-grown, tough-looking Monster in tears and even Star and Marco couldn't help but share a smile.

Buff Frog stood, putting his hands on the two's shoulders, staring down at them with a warm demeanor. “Now then... I believe sun will set soon. Why don't you two go spend last hours of day together?”

Star and Marco shared a look, the temptation clearly there for the both of them. “Are you sure?” Star asked, not wanting to agree if Buff Frog wasn't 100% okay with it.

He nodded, “Da.”

“But, I mean, we were supposed to spend the day together, we don't want to hurt your feelings,” Marco said, rubbing a hand up and down his arm.

“And you spent plenty of time with me,” Buff Frog said, giving his son's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “But I know you must be desperate for some time alone.”

Star and Marco both nodded, eagerly. “We are,” Star admitted with a deep longing.

“Then go enjoy selves. I watch girls until you get back.”

Star and Marco didn't have to be told again, as they both ran off together, hands still entwined and wide smiles spread across their faces. Buff Frog watched them go, before going back over to sit with the girls, hoping the couple had a good time. Daisy and Violet looked up at the frog with curiosity. “Where are Big Brother and Star going?” Daisy asked.

“To spend time alone,” Buff Frog told them simply.

“Well why can't they spend time alone with us,” Violet asked, putting her hands on her hips and pouting.

“No, Violet they're going to kiss and stuff,” Daisy explained to her sister and Violet got a mischievous grin on her face.

“We should follow them and record the whole thing,” the creepy twin said, leaning closer to her sister.

“Yeah,” Daisy agreed, her face reflecting her sister's perfectly.

But a tutting from Buff Frog drew their attention. “Will do no such thing,” the frog said firmly. But his voice softened as he said, “How about we play game instead? Know many Monster games my father teach me.”

The two girls shared an enthusiastic grin, before pumping their fists in the air and shouting, “Yeah! Playtime with Uncle Buff Frog!”

This caught the Monster off-guard, but he smiled and chuckled to himself at the nickname, inwardly his heart soaring with joy.

…

“Okay, so wait, which Aureole sign are you?” Marco asked.

“I told you a pig-goat,” Star said once again, kicking her feet out over the ledge.

“Really?” Marco said cocking his head to the side. “That's just so strange.”

“Why is it strange?” Star asked in confusion.

“Well because, your super pretty and cool and everything and those pig-goats are... super creepy.” Marco shuddered against his will.

Star let out a snort. “Seriously? Your afraid of pig-goats.”

“Well, yeah. I woke up with one in my room a while back and it was just staring at me with these big beady eyes. I thought it was going to eat me.”

Now the blond royal full-on laughed at her adorable boyfriend, the hooded teen quickly joining in. Could he get anymore precious? Star thought as she leaned her head against his shoulder and he reciprocated the embrace, laying his head against hers, causing the two to sigh contently.

The two sat on the ledge above the large clearing below, the roar of the rushing waterfall a short distance away, though it didn't distract the two from their talk at all (which they had been at for hours straight now). They watched the Monster's below as they waited for the sun to be in proper setting position. They smiled as they saw Buff Frog rocking a now sleeping Daisy in his arms, the child exhausted from all of the doings of the day. Her twin was held in the safe and comfortable grasp of Bearicorn who looked nervous and hesitant holding the young one, as if afraid she might break, but with Buff Frog's coaching he began to relax some. The other Monsters looked jealous though that Bearicorn had been chosen shooting him death glares behind his back.

“So then, Diaz, which sign are you?” Star asked picking the conversation back up after a few seconds of silence from the two.

“I'm a Narwhal,” Marco said proudly, puffing his chest out a bit.

“What, no way?!” Now it was Star's turn to be surprised.

“Yeah, I definitely am, dad told me so,” Marco confirmed.

“Wow, how incredible is that!” Star declared, a bright beam on her face as she finally sat up, squeezing her cheeks in delight, her eyes shimmering. “My boyfriend's birthday sign is the same as my favorite spell!” she let out a loving sigh as she kissed his cheek, whispering gleefully, “Could you be anymore perfect?”

“Well I am dating the most amazing girl in the universe, so that is gonna be hard to top,” Marco said with one of those cute, signature smiles that just made Star melt.

“Ohhh you,” she cooed, pulling him closer so he was practically sitting on her lap as she led him in a breathless kiss. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes just enjoying the moment, trying to get his sluggish mind to memorize every second of the wonderful act. Star smiled into the kiss as she felt his lips moving against hers in longing and she happily complied, deepening the kiss until the two were forced to pull away gasping for air, their cheek marks losing their glow as they separated.

“Wow, that was one of our best ones,” Star panted, her eyes shimmering from the magical experience.

Marco's eyes were half-lidded, the goofiest look on his face as he simply nodded and muttered, “Uh huh.” Star couldn't help but admire how precious her Marco was, this wasn't the first time one of her kisses had left him unable to speak but that didn't make it any less adorable. Suddenly a glow from the distance grabbed her attention as she swerved to see the sun had finally reached its peak on the horizon, luckily still visible over the treetops from this height. “Oh Marco it's starting,” Star gasped, grabbing him tightly by the arm.

Marco finally snapped out of his daze, his head clearing of the goo that was once functioning brain cells as he stared out at the enchanting sunset, the sky looking like something out of a painting, a picturesque setting to the end of another glorious day on Mewni. His heart skipped a beat at the beautiful sight, his mouth gaped open in awe and from next to him, Star looked the same. He had missed this so much, watching the sunset with his beautiful bestie and a part of him ached as he thought about all the sunsets he had missed while busy with the whole Commission thing.

He forced his eyes away from the captivating glow and onto the only sight in the dimensions that was more breathtaking than the setting sun, Star. “Hey um, Star,” he said slowly and the girl finally caught his eye, her blue eyes sparkling brighter than a thousand sunsets.

“Yeah, Marco,” Star said, a light, cute smile on her face as she stared at him expectantly.

“I was just gonna say, that I kinda missed this,” the hooded teen replied, before looking quickly away to hide his blush.

Star nodded. “Yeah me too,” the blond breathed, her voice nearly a sigh.

“And, also, I know we've been busy with stuff lately and since our first meeting is in a couple of days, it's probably only to get worse,” Marco continued, rubbing the back of his neck. “But watching the sunset with you is one of my favorite things in the world and... I don't want to lose that.”

Star gave his hand a gentle squeeze, her blue orbs dancing in the low light and his brown quickly followed suit. “I don't either,” she admitted, her heart cheek marks thumping once.

“Then let's make a promise,” Marco said excitedly, thrilled he wasn't going to lose one of his favorite activities with Star. “That no matter what, we meet up every day to watch the sunset together.”

Star smiled and nodded, but was caught off-guard as Marco held out a pinkie. “What are you doing?” she asked sweetly, an eyebrow slowly raising.

The boy gave her a naive look, “The twins told me this is what you do when you make a promise. Why did I do it wrong?”

Star shook her head. “No there a lot of ways to make a promise really. You can shake hands, hold each others pinkies, some people even spit on their hands,” Star explained.

Marco looked grossed out by the last one, saying, “Ugh, why would someone do that?”

“Don't know,” Star said with a shrug, she agreed it was disgusting. A coy smile spread across her face as she leaned closer to her boyfriend, till there noses were nearly touching. “But I know just the thing we should do to seal our promise.”

Marco's breath hitched at the look in Star's eye. “Wh-What?!” the hooded teen stuttered, wondering what possible thing his girlfriend could have in mind.

“This,” she said, leaning closer till there lips were slightly touching, then blew right into his mouth, making the boy cough as she laughed.

“Star,” he gasped out.

The girl just giggled and pulled him into a tight hug. “I'm just kidding, Marco. Obviously hugs are the way to go for us,” she said, laying his head against her chest.

Marco just held her back, listening to the gentle beating of her heart as he stared out at the sunset, already dreaming of the ones to come.

#Star vs #Star vs AU #My Writing #Light of the Sun and Stars #Starco #Sorry for the delays #Holidays wiped me out

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