#we were kinda slow today but my body woke me up at 5 & then i fell back asleep until 9 :<

[yuukimiyas]

( ∩ˇωˇ∩)♡ your fave sleepy girl is home from work!! i am so ready to melt into my bed & play genshin for a lil bit <33

[drabbles-mc]

Protective Detail (5/?)

Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Warnings: language, stubborn lil cuties denying their feelings

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Okay so this has 110% become a comfort fic for me to write. But I promise if y’all can hold out for another chapter or so there is gonna be some payoff for this ridiculously slow burn. Pinky promise lmao

Chapter Index

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You woke up the next morning and instantly smelled coffee. You smiled to yourself despite the soreness in your neck and sides. How he had the energy after yesterday to wake up early and get coffee ready was beyond you. You made your way to the kitchen and were pleasantly surprised to see that he wasn’t dressed up. He was still in his sweatpants and t-shirt. Your smile grew as you saw that his hair was still in a bun on top of his head.

He turned around, a small smile on his face as he handed you a mug with coffee already in it, “Let me know if I made it right.”

You chuckled to yourself as you took a small sip, smiling and nodding, “You’re a quick study, Nestor.” You hefted yourself up onto the counter, “Oh, I let Jade know last night that I wasn’t going to be in at least for today and tomorrow.”

“You sure?”

You nodded, “Yea. I could use a couple days at home.”

“You can just say you miss my car,” he smirked as he sipped on his coffee.

You rolled your eyes, “You got me. I get teary-eyed every time I think about it sitting all alone at the body shop.”

He shook his head slightly, “So, what’s the plan?”

You shrugged, “There isn’t one. Lazy day today,” you looked at him, “For both of us.”

You were camped out on the couch for most of the morning while Nestor did laundry. He turned his music on again and all you could think was that it breathed a whole new life into the house. You smiled as you played games on your phone, hearing the music get louder and softer as he went up and down the stairs to and from the basement.

“Mind if I use the coffee table to fold?” he asked, hamper perched against his hip.

“Go for it,” you pulled your legs up underneath you so that you weren’t taking up the entire couch.

He sat down next to you and started pulling out clothes one item at a time. You were trying not to stare but you were entranced by how meticulous he was with his folding. If things weren’t lined up just right, he would start over again. He’d dramatically shake out his shirts before restarting the folding process and you fought the urge to laugh.

“They make those little contraptions that make folding easier, you know,” you chuckled.

He looked at you, an unamused expression on his face, “Those wouldn’t fold them right.”

“Apparently you don’t fold them right either. You’ve redone that shirt like three times already.”

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion.”

You smiled, shaking your head as you returned your attention to your phone, “You never do.”

Nestor was almost done with his laundry. Everything was stacked in neat little piles according to the type of clothing. You tried not to let your smile grow too wide—opting to grab your controller and pull up a videogame to keep you from staring at him. He grabbed two of the piles and walked them back to his room to be put away. You kept the volume of the television off since he had yet to turn his playlist off. Most of the music was mellow and it helped give the house a calm energy which was a nice change of pace after how the previous day had gone.

Once he was done putting his things away, he took his seat back on the opposite end of the couch from you. You smiled to yourself over the fact that he wasn’t trying to stay as far away from you as possible—now he at least let you share the same piece of furniture. He watched you make your little character run around farming land for a few minutes before grabbing his laptop.

You didn’t really notice the time ticking by as the two of you stayed there like that. You could get lost in your games for hours without noticing, and whatever Nestor was working on was keeping his attention locked in. A few times you fought the urge to try and peek over to see what he was even doing, but you didn’t want to ruin the peace.

Once you felt your stomach starting to growl, you looked over at Nestor, “Can we please get pizza delivered?”

He shook his head, “Definitely not.”

“Why not?” you flopped over onto your back so you were on his end of the couch looking up at him, “If you answer the door, they wouldn’t even recognize you with your sweats and your man-bun. We would be totally safe.”

He looked down at you and closed his laptop, “My face is the same face. We’re not getting delivery.”

“But I don’t wanna cook,” you whined.

He set his computer off to the side, “I can cook.”

The statement made you pause. You had been doing all of the cooking since Nestor started staying there solely because that’s what you were used to doing. Living by yourself it was either ordering in or cooking, and delivery had been taken off the table. You hadn’t given much thought to whether or not Nestor could cook. You were more than willing to find out, though.

“You know how to cook?”

He chuckled, “I’m an adult, Y/N. Of course I know how to cook.”

“You live by yourself?” when he didn’t answer you sighed, “I only ask because I’ve found that people who live by themselves either get really good at cooking, or they completely avoid it and depend almost solely on takeout. I’m just trying to figure out which one you are.”

There were a few moments of silence before he nodded, “Yes, I live by myself.”

“In a house?” you raised your eyebrows.

He looked down at you, smiling, “Still don’t need to know that.”

You wanted to make a smartass remark but he didn’t give you the chance. He stood up off the couch and went to the kitchen. You watched from the couch for a few moments, and by the way he knowingly grabbed things out of the fridge and cabinets, you had to assume that he used the mornings when he was up before you to go through all of your cupboards. He took out a cutting board and set a pot of water to boil, and you were instantly interested to know what he was cooking.

“Can I help?” you offered as you peaked over the back of the couch.

He shook his head, “Thought you didn’t wanna cook?”

“I also don’t want you to burn my house down.”

He turned around and faced you, “You can help by staying out of my way.”

“Yes sir,” you said dramatically.

Staying out of the way didn’t mean that you weren’t going to try and lurk closer to see what he was up to. You made your way over and tried to see what he was doing from the edge of the kitchen. He waved you off a couple times, a smile tugging at the edges of his mouth despite the fact that he was telling you to get the fuck out of the kitchen.

You attempted to grab yourself something to snack on while you were waiting for Nestor to finish taking over your kitchen, but he body-blocked you from getting to the cabinets. You sighed heavily, “You’re not my father, you can’t tell me that I can’t have a snack before dinner.”

“I never said that.”

“Then move.”

“No,” he smirked, “I told you to stay out of the kitchen.”

“It’s my kitchen!”

“You said this is my home for now too, so technically I think that makes this my kitchen as well.”

You opened your mouth to argue but came up with nothing. You huffed and went back to the couch. You heard him chuckling from the stove and you called over, “If I die of starvation you’ll have to explain it to my father.”

“I’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

As much as you hated to admit it, dinner was phenomenal and well worth the wait. The two of you were sat on the couch and every time you looked over you could see the smug look on Nestor’s face. Even though you hadn’t said anything, he knew that you were definitely contemplating splitting cooking duty as well as driving duty.

“Hey, Y/N?” he kept his eyes on the television.

“Yea?”

He kept his expression neutral but you could see the light in his eyes, “You’re welcome.”

You laughed and reached behind you, grabbing one of your decorative pillows and throwing it at him, “Fuck you.”

He dodged it with a laugh, “I’m not cleaning up any messes that you make.”

Once you were both done eating, you collected up your plates and brought them over to the sink. Nestor wasn’t really paying much attention until he heard you turn the sink on. He glanced over the back of the couch.

“You’re actually doing dishes?”

You laughed, “You cooked, I’ll clean.”

He nodded and you could see that there was a hint of a smile on his face as he returned his attention to the television. He was only sitting alone for a few moments though before he stood up and wound up next to you, drying the dishes as you set them in the rack.

“Seriously, I got this,” you laughed, “I usually do all of it by myself.”

“Feels weird just sitting there doing nothing while you’re cleaning,” he shrugged.

You didn’t want to argue about it, and you weren’t going to turn him away if he wanted to be a little closer, so with a small sigh you handed him a plate to dry off. The domesticity of it felt nice, but a little strange too. Part of the strangeness came from the fact that you knew you were reading way more into it than he was. You couldn’t help but to steal glances when he was reaching up to put things away.

You had no idea how long he was going to be staying with you, but you knew that you were a timer slowly counting down the minutes until you slipped up and got yourself into some kind of trouble with him.

“It’s still kinda early,” you said as you dried off your hands, “Wanna watch something?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, clearly interested, “Like what?”

You thought about it for a moment, “You ever seen the John Wick movies?”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “No. But the fact that it’s plural makes me nervous.”

You rolled your eyes, “You got something better to do tonight besides have a movie marathon?”

You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to come up with a quick remark, but he couldn’t. You tossed the towel at him before walking off to pull up the first movie. You smiled to yourself when you heard the unmistakable sound of popcorn popping in the microwave. You left him to finish getting that ready while you disappeared into your room, reemerging with a few large bags of candy. He heard the rustling and looked at you as you walked into the kitchen, instantly shaking his head.

“Where were you stock-piling all of that?”

“If I told you, it would no longer be a secret stash, now would it?”

The two of you were about twenty minutes into the movie, each perched on your own end of the couch. You had your legs stretched out on the cushions, and Nestor had his feet propped up on the coffee table. The giant bowl of popcorn rested between the two of you, along with the candy you had brought out from your room. It was second best to being able to go to an actual movie theater.

“So you’re telling me,” Nestor looked over at your for a moment, “That I’m about to sit through three movies about a guy who goes on a killing spree because someone killed his dog?”

You chuckled, nodding, “Essentially, yea.”

“Three fuckin’ movies?” he laughed.

“Yes!” you threw a piece of popcorn at him, “Now be quiet or you’ll miss stuff.”

He smiled and settled back against the couch. He racked his brain, trying to remember the last time he got to just exist and be a regular person, and do regular things like stay in and have a movie marathon. It felt foreign and it took a little bit to get comfortable to settle into it. His eyes still darted to the windows and door, not forgetting why he was there in the first place. But even so, it was the most human he’d felt in a long time.

You woke up the next day to the sensation of your phone vibrating against your stomach. You forced your eyes open to see who was calling, hitting accept when you saw that it was your father, “Hello?” your voice was groggy.

“Ah, that’s the daughter I know—still asleep at noon.”

You chuckled as you sat somewhat upright, leaning back against the arm of the couch, “I called off today—I could sleep until four if I really wanted to. What’s up?”

“Just calling to check in. How are you? Estás segura?”

“Claro que sí. You worry too much, Papi. I’m fine.”

“And things are going alright with Nestor?” despite the fact that you had reassured that given the circumstances, you and Nestor got along just fine, he was still worried that you might actually drive the man to quit.

You looked down to the opposite end of the couch where Nestor was laying passed out still, legs entwined with yours in the center as his head leaned back, mouth open as he slept with the bowl of popcorn still resting on his stomach. You smiled to yourself, “Things are fine, I promise.”

“You would tell me if they weren’t?”

“Remember how stupid I thought this whole plan was?” you laughed quietly, “Of course I’d tell you.”

He laughed, and you could picture him sitting in his office shaking his head at you, “Alright. I’ll let you get back to your nap. Te quiero, mija. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Talk soon, te quiero,” you hung up and set the phone on the coffee table.

You shifted so that you were completely upright, but somehow your legs were still tangled up with Nestor’s. You didn’t necessarily mind—it was probably the only physical contact you were going to have with him. It was nice, and it had the added benefit of helping to keep you warm.

Your fidgeting was enough to stir Nestor. He lifted his head up slightly as he opened his eyes. You chuckled to yourself, enjoying that you got to see a side of him you had never seen before. This was a different kind of vulnerable.

He pressed his palm against his forehead, shutting his eyes tight for a moment, “Morning.”

“Afternoon,” you corrected with a laugh.

“What?”

You showed him the time on your phone, “It’s almost 12:30, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Fuck,” he ran his hands down his face.

He looked around the room and it was only then that he realized that the two of you had been, and still were, sharing the couch the way you were. He instantly shifted so that his feet were on the floor, fumbling slightly so he didn’t spill what little popcorn was left in the bowl.

“Now I know your weakness is movie marathons,” you laughed as you pulled your legs so that you were sitting cross-legged, “This is the only time I have ever woken up before you.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he stood up and stretched, rolling his neck with a pained look on his face, “Fuck that hurts.”

“Want a neck rub?” you offered up with a laugh.

He shook his head, a tired smile on his face, “And give you the opportunity to snap my neck? You can’t make me watch all those movies and then try to put me in that position.”

“No faith, Nestor,” you smiled as you got up and started cleaning up the mess the two of you had created the night before.

“None at all,” with that he made his way down to his room to get a fresh set of clothes and a towel so he could shower and get ready for the day.

When he came back out to the living room, it had been restored to its former glory. You were just finishing straightening up the pillows when he walked in. You turned around to face him, your expression faltering a little when you saw that his hair was back into its two pristine braids. He still looked good, obviously, but you already missed the mess of curls.

He tucked his hands into the pockets of his sweats as he stood in the living room. It was the first time you had ever seen nerves of any kind show on his face. His brows furrowed as he tried to find the right words, “I know you said I’m not company,” he chuckled slightly, “but, um, thank you.”

You smiled, tilting your head in slight confusion, “For what? You’re the one keeping me safe, I should be thanking you.”

“I just mean, you know, thanks for treating me like a regular person. It’s been a while since I’ve had that.”

Your heart sped up a little bit, and you shook your head, “Don’t thank me, Nestor,” you laughed, “You can just say that I’m a cooler boss than Galindo. I won’t tell anyone.”

He laughed and you saw the way the tension dropped out of his shoulders. There were more words dancing on the tip of your tongue, but before you could say them, Nestor grabbed his laptop and made his way back to his room, slowly shaking his head as he went. You stood there for a moment and watched him walk away, heart still racing inside your chest.

[butwhyduh]

Trying

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Smut, baby making

The rain spattered hard against the window. You should be thankful. Any day now the temperature would drop and it would be sluggy icy mess. The radiator in the bedroom kept the chill back despite the old leaky windows but you still found yourself wrapped in a blanket.

Peter was out patrolling. His suit was heated so he was safe in that way. But people are desperate and cruel when things get lean and New York was looking skinny. Rent evictions, gas shut offs, drug sells going up. People were in a bad place and were more dangerous. Not to mention the random villain that always seemed to sweep through.

You wanted to wait up. To see him safe before sleeping but at about 2 am the warm bed and time got ahold of you and you were out.

You woke to knocking on the window. You looked up drowsily to see Spider-Man knocking on the glass. You quickly opened the window and he climbed in. Peter grabbed a towel off of his computer chair and closed the window.

“So cold, Babe! Even in the suit. I think I’m going to hibernate this winter. Did I wake you?” Peter said finally looking at you.

“Just a little,” you said with a yawn. “Get out of that and come to bed.”

“Trying to get me out of my pants already,” he joked, sliding the suit off. You rolled your eyes smiling. In only his boxers, Peter climbed in bed. He laid on his side, pulled you to his chest, and entangled his legs with yours.

“You’re freezing!”

“I know. Warm me up, baby,” he said playfully. You rubbed your hands up and down his back. “You know we’ve been together 5 years? Isn’t that crazy.”

“Yep. Doesn’t feel that long, does it?” You said giving him a soft kiss.

“No. It was like yesterday that you spilt coffee all over my suit. My only suit,” he said. The corner of his eyes crinkled as he grinned.

“That was really your fault for texting and walking,” you countered.

“I would let you pour many more coffees on me to meet you again,” Peter said. He gave you a rather tender kiss on the top of the head.

“What’s gotten into you? You’re being very sweet,” you said. “Not that I’m complaining. I like sweet Pete.”

“I’ll be sweet forever if you never say ‘sweet Pete’ again.”

“Promise.”

“I was just thinking,” he said, playing with your hair. He seemed conflicted or nervous to talk. “What if we had a baby?”

“A baby? Now?”

“If you think it’s stupid then no. But I have kinda thinking about having a baby lately. I’d like to think you’d be a great mom. We could put the crib next to the bed,” he said with a hopeful smile. You laughed a little.

“Could we afford one?” You said. You wanted to say yes but could you?

“Pepper has a small thing of money put aside for me. To use whenever. Tony left it. I didn’t want their money and we’ve been okay so it’s still there. It’s enough to get things nicer around here or maybe a whole 2 bedroom maybe,” Peter admitted.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. It’s been a few years now but she said whenever. And she definitely has the money,” he said. His fingers ran along your spine softly.

“Do you think you could handle me fat and round? Can’t reach my feet?” You asked. You were warming up to his idea by the minute.

“I would love it. I’d rub your feet and tie your shoes. I’d share overnight duties for the baby when I’m not patrolling,” he said kissing your neck. A dirty tactic.

“Would you be safer? Take less risks?” You said, getting a little breathless. He nipped at your pulse point. You let out a breath moan.

“I would. For you both,” Peter said against your skin. His fingers glided under the your shirt to hold your waist.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” you said, grasping his face.

“I’m going to need a full sentence on that one. Yeah won’t work today,” he said and his eyes never looked fuller.

“Let’s have a baby,” you said and that’s all it took. He pressed you to your back and began peppering kisses along your face and collarbone. His fingers pushed your sweater over your head.

He pushed at your bottoms and you pulled them down. Peter awkwardly slid his boxers down his legs and kicked it off on the floor. You made out for a while. It was nice to just feel his body on your as your lips molded together.

Peter dipped his hand lower to slide between your folds. You gasped against his lips as he played in your wetness. “Fuck me,” you whispered. “Fuck me now, Pete.”

“Okay baby, don’t worry. I will,” he said softly, moving his body and sliding in. You inhaled quickly and wiggled your hips as he stilled. He started thrusting slow but deep. Peter looked at you differently. Like a man seeing a mirage. Something he couldn’t believe he was seeing. Were you even real?

“I love you,” he said. “I love you so fucking much.”

It was almost too much, the way he was showing you how much he loved you. His every move was for you. It was intoxicating. You could hardly breath back to him a soft, “I love you.”

You held his face in your hands. He softly smiled at you. Between his torturously slow thrusts and his fingers circling your clit, you felt a tightening and knew you were close.

“Are you sure you want a baby?” He asked and you could tell he wouldn’t last much longer either.

“I-“ you started. Your mind was all but mush and all you could think of was orgasm so it took a moment to register his words. “Yes Peter Parker, let’s have a baby,” you said.

His fingers and thrusts sped up. It wasn’t long until you breathed his name as you came. A few more thrusts and he found release. The implication of what you agreed to washed over you as you felt him cum. But you weren’t scared but more nervous.

Peter rested his forehead on yours. “I can’t wait, babe. It’s going to be awesome. You’re going to be a really great mom.”

You laughed a little. “We are.”

“I can’t wait to be a mom,” he joked.

[riotfuckery]

Shark bites

Kirishima x f!reader

A/N: Hello beautiful readers! I’m here to drop off your fluffy/spicy dose of Kirishima love! This is a request from none other than my senpai and wonderful friend @queensynderella! Thank you for sending in and I kinda struggled to write it bc of being the big sad™️. I’m really not too happy with it but I hope y’all enjoy it! 💖

Warnings: sexy descriptions, implied sexy time, a badly described make out, and kinda awful writing.

Tags: @thedreadthreadanomaly @trafalgar-temptress @lovelustdollsworld @obsessedchildsworld @kingtamakimurder @birds-have-teeth thank you for all the love and support, I appreciate everyone of y’all 💖🥺💖

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The ‘almost official’ stage of dating was the most fluffy part of dating. Sneak peeks of being in a relationship with the person you were interested in just forced your brain to daydream of what life you could live together. It was close yet so far away.

When your long time crush Kirishima Eijirou asked you on a date for the first time, you were over the moon with excitement.

As he stood there with cheeks matching his long mane of fire red hair, holding slightly crumped wildflowers, and stuttering out it he wanted to take you out on that Friday, you melted. You were so happy that you launched yourself into his arms while giggling out a “yes!”.

He took you out that Friday for coffee. Dressed in a oversized (f/c) sweater, black jeans, and a comfortable pair of boots, you walked hand in hand with him as he fed you cheesy pickup lines on your way to the cute coffee shop.

When the two of you got there, he refused to let you pay. Saying “it wasn’t manly to let a lady pay on the first date.”. He was a real gentleman, helping you on and off the tall coffee shop seats and holding doors open for you. He swept you off your feet.

You walked hand in hand with him again on your way home. Warm smiles shared as you soaked in each other’s company, the air was filled with new love as you laughed and playfully danced your way back to the dorms.

Ever the manly man he was, he walked you right to your door. You of course told him he didn’t have to and that you live in the dorms with him but he silenced your protests with a “A gentlemen has to make sure a lovely lady like you gets home safe” accompanied by a playful wink.

As you arrived at your door, a slight sadness bloomed in your chest. You didn’t want to leave to his side so soon and he pulled you into a bear hug as soon as he noticed your crestfallen face.

“So if you’d like, how about we do this again next week?” He akwardly asked, cheeks hinted pink and warm red eyes filled with hope.

“Of course Kiri! I would love that!” You smiled happily up at him. He grew a lot since your first year, now quiet a bit taller than you.

Standing up on your tippy toes, you gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek before entering your room then closing the door.

Kirishima was floored by the sweet kiss you gave him. His large hand held on the place you pecked as his heart beat wildly in his chest. If he could get anymore love struck, he’d think he went insane.

Pressing you ear against the door, you waited until you heard his heavy footsteps walk away to jump on your bed and let out an excited squeal into your pillow.

Lingering glimpses at one another were happening often during that week until Friday came around again. The sickeningly sweet air of young love floated over the two of you like a cloud at all times, making everyone in the general vicinity roll their eyes in annoyance.

Neither of you could care less because you were head over heels for one another. Heads filled with daydreams until you could see each other again.

You were practically glittering with excitement when Friday finally arrived. Tearing up your closet to find the perfect outfit as you fussed over your hair, you couldn’t help the rapid thumping in your chest as you finished your look.

Giving yourself a twirl in the mirror, smiling proudly at the outfit you picked out with the approval of your friends via text. You were a bit nervous but the ever so present excitement overshadowed it.

He knocked on your door swiftly, catching your attention as you grabbed your phone and rushed to the door. You quickly opened the piece of wood only to be met with the handsomest man you’ve ever seen.

He looked stunning. A black floral button up shirt framed his solid build nicely, dark jeans hugged his muscular legs in all the right ways, and of course, his signature pair of red crocs.

He didn’t tell you what you were doing on this outing, only a hint to dress nice but casual. Walking with him hand in hand once more as his tall stature led you through the dorms, through the backyard, and into a small spot in the woods where you found a picnic set out.

A red checkered blanket laid on the top of a small hill, overlooking the city and a delicious set of bento boxes were sitting on top. Your heart raced again, thumping like a happy bunny rabbit as you sat down on the blanket.

Eating your food happily and teasing each other playfully, your heart felt warm when the sun set. Hazy oranges, pinks, and purples filled the sky when you rested your head on his shoulder.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer as he placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. Your cheeks heated up at the small act of affection from him, making you snuggle yourself closer to the redhead as the both of you watched the sunset.

He walked you to your room again much to your protests, gently tugging you along the forest path and dorms with the picnic basket in his large hand. The world felt so much brighter, so much more fun when he was around that the slight sadness hit your chest again as you arrived at your door.

“I had a really good time today, (y/n) and I know we literally just went out but would you like to hang out with me tomorrow? We could watch a movie in my dorm in our pjs.” He suggested sheepishly, thinking that it was way to be good to be true that you would want hang out with him 2 days in a row.

“That sounds wonderful Eijirou, what time should I come by?” You asked happily.

His cheeks flared red from the casual use of his given name, heart racing at the way it rolled of your tongue.

“U-uh how does 5 sound?” He stuttered out, a little embarrassed at how flustered he was by the simple act of calling him his name.

“Perfect, I’ll see you then!” You smiled brightly, the idea of cuddling up with him in your pjs sounding like heaven.

He summoned all the courage in his body as he gently placed the basket down, red eyes looked softly at your smaller form when he held a large hand out and softly cupped your cheek. Holding it almost protectively when he placed another sweet kiss on your forehead before picking up the basket and walking back to his room, just like you did.

You stood frozen in the hall for a second, cheeks aflame as you felt you entire body turn into a pile of goo. Quickly making your way way inside your room, you unleashed a smile that threatened to stay there the rest of the week.

Tomorrow couldn’t come by any slower, excitement buzzing in your veins as you desperately tried to make yourself sleep. The digits on your clock seemed to go in slow motion as they changed and you let out a groan in defeat.

Staring up at your ceiling you couldn’t help but think of the faux redhead. He was as adorable as a puppy, sweeter then sugar cubes, so friendly that he even tamed the blonde time bomb, and so in touch with his feelings that he made you swoon.

What plagued your mind most was how goddamn handsome he was. He caught your eye during first year, a bright sharp toothed smile sent your way as he gave you a big bear hug when he introduced himself made your heart beat wildly in joy.

Warm red eyes soft and sweet like red velvet cake as he always cheered you on the sidelines. A jawline sharper than a razor combined with his well defined cheekbones made him look cute and hot. Which never failed to make your cheeks feel warm.

Well defined full plush lips with a sharp cupid’s bow was something you thought of often, wondering during late nights if they were as kissable as they looked. Brawny arms that made you feel safe whenever he got the chance to give you a hug.

You took special notice of how tall and muscular he was now. Six feet tall and absolutely shredded, solid like a mountain with not an ounce of fat on him. He towered over your small form, forcing your heart thrash wildly in your chest. But he never made you feel intimidated, always safe and secure when you were with him. That fact alone just made you melt.

His hero costume didn’t help your fantasy about him one bit. A six pack and body carved by Greek gods as you sneeked peeks at him during hero training. He was golden tan and littered with various scars, thanks to internships, the color of his skin just accentuating his well defined six pack and rippling muscles.

It might have been the fact that everyone was asleep or that you only got a few innocent little kisses from him but thinking about this 6ft tall, absolutely shredded, and adorable man just set your lower belly on fire.

Sleep finally came to you before you could get too worked up, finally getting a few good hours of sleep before you had to get up and go about your day.

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The bright rays of the sun woke you up the next morning, regretfully untangling yourself from your sheets as you got up to get ready for your day. Today was cleaning day.

Throwing on a pair of black leggings and an old shirt, you got to cleaning your room. Putting on (f/b) you not so harmoniously sang your way through laundry and organizing various things.

When you finished everything on your checklist , the room was sparkling clean. Taking a peek at the clock, it read as 3pm. Just enough time to eat and get ready.

Quickly making your way to the kitchen downstairs, you grabbed a few of (f/s) and headed to the common room only to see a few of your girlfriends chatting away on the couch.

“Hey cutie pie! Come and join us!” Mina happily waved as she saw you approaching the couch.

“Hi darlings! What’s up?” You greeted as you plopped yourself down in the seat next to cute pink girl, quickly eating your snacks.

“We were actually just talking about you!” She snickered.

“Cmon! Tell us how your last date with Kirishima went!” she enthusiastically demanded, playfully nudging your side with her elbow.

Momo, Uraraka, and Tsuyu all gave you an expecting look, nearly wiggling in their seats from the tension of your small silence.

“It went really well actually! He took me out of a picnic and we watched the sunset together. It was pretty romantic.” You admitted, a tiny bit embarrassed from all the attention on you.

“Oh wow that is romantic~! Who knew Kirishima was such a softie!” Mina gushed dramatically.

“That’s actually really cute. Ribbit.” Tsuyu commented.

“It’s simple and sweet, very much like him.” Momo analyzed thoughtfully.

“But did you guys get all hot and steamy under the sunset~” Mina asked, wiggling her eyebrows for dramatic effect.

“No pinky pie.” you playfully rolled your eyes.

“We didn’t, just a few sweet kisses on the cheek and forehead.” You sheepishly admitted.

Various cooing and gushing came from all girls except Mina, who knew this is how it would play out. In the midst of various chatter, you managed to get a small glance at the clock and saw it was 3:30. Saying a cheerful goodbye, you padded your way back to your room to get ready for your date.

Date. The word still making your heart flutter as you thought of your last two experiences. He was sweet, gentlemanly, and so adorable that you couldn’t help but gush about him internally.

Rummaging through your drawers to find the perfect pair of pjs, you pulled out one old band shirt after another before finding what you were looking for. A matching set of burgundy silk shorts and top with black lace trim.

It was something you bought on a whim after trying it on, loving the way the it made all the features you liked about yourself stand out. A perfect little tease to test his patience.

After pulling out a large hoodie to cover yourself up with, you grabbed your shower caddy and made your way to the showers. You made quick work of getting clean, the whole stall smelling like (f/s) as you scrubbed away all of today’s dust and dirt.

The hot water combined with the steam made your skin feel soft, reveling in the way your confidence soared after doing something so simple. (Self care is important y’all.)

Quickly finishing up what you needed to do, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel. Confidence still sky high as you brushed and blow dried your hair also applying a little skincare along with it.

As you slid on your sexy little set, you couldn’t help but feel like it when you glanced in the mirror. After a swipe of deodorant and a spritz of perfume, you pulled on your hoodie and happily padded your way to your room to put your stuff away.

Successfully putting away all your things, you checked the clock once again. It read as 4:30pm so you still had half an hour. Deciding to laze around a bit, you checked through your socials and played a game for a bit before heading over.

When you finally looked up from your game, it finally hit 5. You scrambled to put on some chapstick before grabbing your favorite blanket and slipping on your slippers before heading out the door.

You skipped your way to Kirishima’s dorm, heart thumping in excitement about seeing him again. Stopping at his door, you knocked swiftly 3 times and waited patiently.

“Coming!” Kiri shouted casually.

When he did open the door, he didn’t expect his brain to turn into scrambled eggs. You stood there so adorably, eyes sparkling up at him, in a hoodie that nearly drowned you and he was speechless.

“Hey Eiji!” You smiled at him, temporarily putting a halt to his internal gushing.

“Hey (y/n)-chan, come in and get comfy!” He managed to say cheerfully as he stepped aside to let you into his room.

Embarrassingly, you forgot what his room looked like but when you did look at the surprisingly tidy room with workout gear in the corner and ‘manly’ decorations, you internally giggled as you made a beeline for his bed plopped onto it with light bounce. Deciding to lay up against his pillows as you made yourself comfy.

He managed to turn off his internal panicking as he sat down next to you. His warm body next to yours as he pulled out his laptop and pulled up Netflix. After debating for a bit, you both agreed on a random action movie that looked interesting. He carefully placed it on the opposite end of the bed as he got himself comfortable next to you.

As the movie started, your attention instantly wandered off of whatever was on the small screen. Instead focusing on how nice he felt next to you. He was warm that you wanted to cuddle up to him, the shorts you wore not helping you retain heat at all.

Carefully, you grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers with his. Smiling softly as you laid your head on his shoulder as you vaguely payed attention to the movie. He smelt nice too, like sandalwood and citrus. Bright and masculine, just like him.

Kiri had a plan before you arrived and now that you were so cutely cuddled up to him, he couldn’t even form a coherent thought much less breathe normally.

He wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend officially. The cute dates you went on just put the final nail in the coffin for him as you playfully giggled at his jokes and looked at him so cutely. He was freaking out.

With a deep breath, he shoved off all incoming self doubt and popped the question.

“(Y/n)-chan?” He asked nervously, heart racing in fear that you would up and leave if he asked you too early.

“Yes Eiji?” You sweetly replied, just being so close to him was making you feel fuzzy inside.

“Youre so cute and sweet and I like you so much and I was wondering if you would wanna be my girlfriend?” He rambled nervously, his large body tensing in false preparation.

You looked at him in shock for a moment while you processed what he said before a soft smile took over your face. Giving his large hand a squeeze, he cautiously met your gaze.

He saw no anger, no hatred, just soft (e/c) eyes filled affection. He gave you a small shaky smile still a bit nervous from your lack words.

“I would want nothing more Eijirou.” You softly spoke as you admired his face. He was handsome and the little scar on his eye just adding onto to the cute look he had on right now.

He visibly relaxed as he felt himself lean closer to your face, red eyes briefly glancing at your soft lips. Ever the gentleman he was, he needed to ask before making his move.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathlessly asked, still slowly inching closer.

Your eyes briefly glanced at his lips, slightly chapped but still full and plush as you felt yourself lean closer as well.

“Please do” you replied just as breathlessly.

When his lips met yours, it was everything you dreamed of and better. His lips were warm and tasted of cinnamon as they moulded against yours perfectly.

The warm and fuzzy feeling in your body turned into a fire as you used your free hand to cup his cheek and pull him closer to you. You wanted to be closer to him, fuck you needed to be.

It quickly became heated between the both of you, his warm tongue gently swiping over yours in a silent pleas to let him in. When you gently parted your mouth to let him in, he took it to his full advantage, eagerly exploring and dominating your wet cavern with a low groan.

You let out a small moan in response, using the hand that was on his cheek to tangle in his red hair and gave it a light tug. He let out a low growl and without breaking the kiss, he moved his muscular form to hover above you as he pinned your joined hands on the mattress.

When he pulled away, you were both panting and blushing. Red eyes burning with desire as he hungrily looked down at your smaller form beneath him.

“So I’ll take that as a yes?” He cheekily asked with a sharp toothed impish grin.

“Of course, Red Riot~” your saccharine voice answered as you wrapped your legs around his narrow yet muscular waist and brought him closer to you.

His cheeky smile turned into a warning glare as he let another low growl, you were testing his patience and he wasn’t having any of it.

“Careful little one. Don’t get me too excited, you wouldn’t want to this shark to bite, now would you?” He warned you with smoldering eyes half lidded in lust, making the fire in your veins turn into a raging inferno.

“Oh I’m sure I won’t regret it. Now show me how hard this shark can bite.” You challenged, the raging fire in your blood reflecting in your own half lidded hazy eyes. The cute set you had on definitely came in handy later.

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[singingvio]

LEGEND OF MANGA LISTS: Top 5 SADDEST Moments in the Zelda Manga Series!

((NOTE: Twilight Princess mangas and the Skyward Sword excerpt in the Hyrule Historia are excluded from the mangas considered in this list.))

1. Volvagia’s Demise (Ocarina of Time part 1)

In chapter 3 of Ocarina of Time, part 1, the story depicted is titled “An Old and Beloved Friend.” This chapter mostly depicts Link and Volvagia’s fight, along with their backstory depicted solely in the manga and not in the game, as it isn’t canon. The chapter starts with Link’s bow out, a single arrow ready to be embedded in Volvagia’s skull, only for Link to falter. The dragon burns Link and nearly kills him, only for Link to be healed by Sheik.

Link insists to the Goron Link that he can’t fight Volvagia. Sheik makes a fairly robotic comment while playing his harp that the only way to subdue Volvagia is to kill him, and Link loses it, yelling at Sheik, “That’s easy for YOU to say! There must be some way to make him remember me!” Sheik shows him exactly what disasters are happening due to Volvagia’s tantrum, Kakariko and Goron villages close to destruction, and Link sadly recounts the story of how he and Volvagia met before his inevitable battle.

Link saw him as a baby, locked in a cage with a price of seventy rupees in Castle Town. Link bought the dragon and set him free, only for Volvagia to bite his hand and burn his hair with his flames. Link tries to ignore the dragon later, when it follows him, but then Volvagia ends up burning a Stalfos that had been sneaking up to kill Link. Link then befriended the dragon, and Volvagia said his name aloud, and the memory fades as Link is brought out of his story by someone warning him that the volcano is about to erupt.

Link, in a futile, heartbreaking effort to make Volvagia remember him, yells out, “It’s me! Link! Remember me!” Seeing as this does nothing, Link drives his sword into Volvagia’s flesh, beheading him. At his final moments, Volvagia remembers Link and starts to cry, calling his name out one last time to an expressionless Link as he dies.

2. Ghandi’s Defeat and Link’s Following Despair (A Link to the Past)

In Act 3 of A Link to the Past, Sacrifice, Link and Ghandi (a character created to be Link’s friend and travelling companion exclusively in the manga) travel through the Dark World, saving its inhabitants from fates worse than death to pay for their sins. When Link talks to a gossiping monster of a swamp, it is revealed that Zelda is at Turtle Rock, and Link heads there immediately. Ghandi, however, stays behind.

Ghandi claims that a bandit can’t risk her life just to save someone else, and Link argues that he only got this far because of her helping him. They inevitably split up, and Ghandi worries silently about Link and confesses to herself that she’s had a crush on him and can’t bear to see him reunited with Princess Zelda, as he clearly loves her instead.

Meanwhile, Link makes his way to Agahnim at Turtle Rock, to free Princess Zelda. Agahnim calls on a giant, firebreathing hydra to stop Link from saving Zelda, and Link, thinking nothing of it, defeats the monster with ease. Link comments on the monster’s strength, saying, “It’s kinda weak, for such a big…” and then he realizes. The monster vanishes into smoke, revealing the broken body of Ghandi, who isn’t dead, but very close. Link is heartbroken, and immediately hatred fills his heart as he turns on Agahnim for making him fight Ghandi.

Agahnim points out what Link is becoming, a hateful wolf, and Link watches his own body transform in horror as he cries out in agony. Zelda  manages to break free of her crystal cage, and heals Link from his beastly form. Together, they manage to heal Ghandi before she dies as well, and the two are properly reunited.

3. Pirate Captain and His Lady (Oracle of Ages)

In chapter 7 of Oracle of Ages, The Pirate Captain, Ralph and Link are stranded in an unknown body of water on a raft, trying to get back to the mainland to rescue Nayru. They’re rescued by the Pirate Captain, a man worn away to only soul and bone, as is his crew. Ralph and Link ask him how long he’s been sailing, and he replies that he doesn’t know and is very tired.

The Captain and Link discuss Link’s sword and its fine craftmanship, and then the Captain notices Ralph holding the Harp of Ages, and asks for a song. Ralph obliges, playing a traditional waltz, and the captain is happily lost in the memory of when he was in Labrynna, dancing with a fine lady under the stars. He says, “I remember this song from when I danced with her! We were in love, and the world was ours. Until it ended, and I set to sea to forget. But I could never forget… not her.”

He then makes a bold declaration, one soon revealed to be one of many when Link reads his logbook, that he will make it back to Labrynna to reunite with the lady he still loves to this day. As the ship is caught up in a horrific storm, Link gets his hold on the Captain’s logbook, reading in horror the logs there. “Day 23: set sail for Labrynna. Encountered a storm. Day 145: Storm. Day 317: Storm… They’ve been stuck in this storm forever!”

Link and Ralph attempt to escape the ship in their fear that they won’t be able to, and the Captain attempts to stop them. Link manages to tell the Captain that if he lets them go, he can fix things for him and his Lady, and the Captain, on the brink of tragedy as he lets Link and Ralph go, his final words are a request to Link. “If y’see this lady on your journeys, lad, tell her… the Knight who set sail… will love her for all eternity.” He shows Link a picture of Queen Ambi, and with that, he disappears without a trace, and is never shown again.

4. Shadow Link’s Final Stand (Four Swords part 2)

In chapter 12 of Four Swords part 2, The Four Sword Forever, we see the Four Links’ final stand against Vaati in order to save Zelda. Previously in the manga, Shadow was resurrected using the power of the Dark Mirror after a crushing betrayal from Vio, the smart, collected side of Link he’d thought to be his friend before his temporary defeat. The Dark Mirror is the source of all dark magic, including his life force. Shadow was resurrected right in front of Zelda, who was staring sadly at him, and he yells at her angrily to not take pity on him, as he hates it.

Zelda is then enshrouded in a dark cloud, and Shadow panics, asking Vaati what’s happening to her. When he realizes Vaati is going to kill Zelda, he completely breaks down, taking a quick detour to help the Links by disguising himself as Vio before going back up and grabbing a chair Zelda had been sitting in prior to her slow poisoning in the cloud, throwing it at the Dark Mirror with a scream and breaking the center of it.

Finally, in the final chapter of Four Swords part 2, the Links are almost where Shadow, Zelda and Vaati are. Shadow is incredibly weak, putting almost all his weight on the side of the Mirror. Vaati panics, yelling at Shadow that if he destroys the mirror, Shadow will die too. Shadow grins at Vaati, before saying, “That’s all right. I came out of the Dark Mirror. And with it’s power I woke you. How fitting that I use it to destroy us BOTH!” And with that, he shoves the mirror to the ground, successfully killing Vaati.

The other Links find his body lying next to the mirror, thanking him, and Shadow starts to close his eyes when Vio yells at him to “hang in there!” Shadow then calmly recounts what his life is like as Link’s shadow. “A shadow… usually only ever follows its body. It never gets to lead the way. Today I faced the enemy… on my own. It felt pretty good, but that still doesn’t make me… part of the body.”

Green (the leader and most ‘Link-like’ of the four) tells him the opposite, telling him that he’s their friend, and Shadow, with newfound energy, gets up and reaches towards the other Links, only for him to fade into the light and disappear, dying permanently and for the last time as the other Links stare at where he once was.

5. Skull Kid’s Backstory (Majora’s Mask)

In chapter 9, Fierce Deity Link, the Moon is stopped by the four Giants in Termina. Link sees Tael and Tatl reunited, and notes how sweet it is before thanking the Giants and joking with Tatl about how long it took for them to arrive. Skull Kid, meanwhile, shakes in the background, knocked to the ground and not getting up. In a moment of clarity, the mask not having control on him in his moment of emotion, Skull Kid despairingly recounts his tale.

Skull Kid sadly says that he didn’t mean for this to happen, only wondering why the Giants left him. A flashback is then shown from Skull Kid’s point of view, the Giants getting ready to leave as Skull Kid desperately tries to hold them back. “Why?! No! No, you mustn’t! Hey… Wait! I said wait! Don’t go! Hold on! I said wait! Don’t go! Can’t you hear me?!”

He cries out, many times, sometimes even trying to forcibly hold the Giants back and failing drastically. He ends up falling off a cliff, still trying to catch up with the Giants as he’s battered and bruised, still crying, “Don’t go!” He’s then seen travelling across the desert, tripping and folling multiple times, when he accidentally steps in a bird nest. The birds immediately attack him, yelling at him to watch where he’s going and that it’s fun to hurt him by pecking him.

Skull Kid shakily reaches a hand up to keep going, but gives up as rain pours down on him, tears pouring down his face as he stares at the ground in defeat. The flashback fades out, as Skull Kid says a truly heartbreaking line before being taken over by Majora’s Mask once more, initiating the final battle. “I guess… we never really were friends… after all. They didn’t even say goodbye. Nobody likes me. But with this… Everyone will do what I want! This MASK is my only friend!”

RUNNER UPS

Mask Creations (Majora’s Mask) - The deaths of Darmani, the Goron, and Mikau, the Zora, when Link dons both masks to fulfill their final wishes. Darmani, to see his son again and make the child happy, and Mikau, to spend at least one more concert with Lulu and the other members of his band.

Great Mayfly Fairy’s Transformation (Minish Cap) - The transformation at the hands of Vaati of a lovely singing fairy, with a beautiful voice. Link wistfully mentions that she looks a little like Zelda and Vaati, in a fit of mild hysteria at this point, transforms her into a horrible moth creature. Her transformation is shown to be painful and heartwrenching, as is her defeat.

Deku Tree’s Death (Ocarina of Time part 1) - The famous death of the Deku Tree, in manga format. Link is told of his quest by the Deku Tree, and that the Deku Tree is going to die in the next few minutes. Link cries and even punches the tree in a fit of anger and sadness, crying that the Deku Tree can’t leave him until the Deku Tree inevitably dies and Link must leave on his quest.

Green’s Defeat Against Vio (Four Swords part 2) - When the four Links are finally reunited, Green, Red, and Blue face Vio and Shadow in a battle to the death with Green fighting Vio. Their battle comes to a close as Green falls to the ground, seemingly stabbed through the gut as Vio walks off victorious. Red and Blue yell at Vio and cry over Green, until it’s revealed after Vio and Shadow leave that it was all a ruse and Green was only knocked out.

Zelda and Link’s Meeting (A Link to the Past) - Link finds Zelda in a dungeon, and Zelda tearfully recalls how she had almost given up hope of rescue, stating that she thought she had been all alone until Link had finally found her. Link then embraces her, stating that he heard her voice and she was never alone.

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1402

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change

Hi all, so this one is more of a filler chapter, I couldn’t leave it out and skip straight to my next idea cause to be honest the story wouldn’t of made sense and we would of been confused XD. But luckily for you all, because this ones so short I’m gonna upload chapter 6 tonight as well :) Enjoy Everyone!

-Third person POV

Pure terror filled with atmosphere the minute the little girls body hit the floor, blood seeped out of the wound and stained the floor as the two boys fell next to her, calling her name in a panicked frenzy. The police pried the two boys away from the younger girl, carrying her over to the nearby paramedic as the pair watched helplessly, guilt crushing the both from the inside. Different people flocked to her side, one placing a mask on her face while another lifted her shirt and applied pressure to the wound.

Everyone’s gazes followed her, watching with sad eyes as the ambulance crew frantically packed her into the van, suddenly the young girl started convulsing and thrashing around as a crew member rushed to the door and slammed it shut as the ambulance pulled away, the sirens echoing off the buildings as the van disappeared from view. The two boys left behind were inconsolable as they turned away from the scene and followed the path of the ambulance, ignoring the calls of the police officers attempting to console them.

-Time Skip

The doors of the hospital flew open, Mrs Barnes flew across the floor, her two sons in tow as her daughter and husband followed them, her eyes were red from all the crying she had done, her heart heavy with dread and worry for the sweet girl brought to her a few days ago. The news of her boys being involved in something so horrifically violent nearly gave her a heart attack, knowing that if it wasn’t for the young girl, then both of her sons would have died for no reason.

The amount of gratitude she felt her the younger girl’s actions was indescribable, her disbelief that this girl was so willing to sacrifice herself for a pair of boys she hardly knew was baffling Mrs Barnes brain in more than one way. She had to know that the girl was okay, not only for her sake but for the two boys behind her, neither had said a word since they told her what happened, both too consumed by their own guilt.

The rapid pace of her approaching footsteps grabbed the attention of the nearby doctors and nurses, all watched with wide eyes as she neared the reception desk, the look on her face implied that she meant business. “Excuse me, but could you tell me which room y/n is in? the little girl brought in with the gunshot wound? Please she a very good friend of my sons and I’m worried sick about her” desperation laced her voice as the receptionist glanced at the woman wearily, “That all depends if you’re inquiry as a family member or a family friend Ma’am”.  A shaky laugh passed through the lips of the older woman as she stared at the receptionist disbelief, “ I’m not related to her, but she hasn’t got any family coming to see her, we’re the closest thing she has to that, please she saved my sons life today, I just need to know if she’s okay” the older woman’s voice faded into a whisper as she fought back the tears, Mr Barnes stood next to her and wrapped a arm around his wife in an attempt to comfort her.

Seconds passed before the receptionist replied, “Y/n’s in surgery, the bullet shattered, the doctors are trying to find all the pieces, she’s suffered a lot of blood loss due to internal bleeding, but all our best doctors are in there with her. She’ll be okay Ma’am. Room 296 has been prepped for her, I’ll put you all through as family for tonight, but only tonight.” The older woman grasped the hand of the receptionist, whispering her thanks before following her family down the corridor to the little girl’s room.

-Bucky’s POV

It’s all my fault… if I hadn’t of been so stupid y/n wouldn’t be in this situation. Her eyes were haunting my mind, the way they glossed over as she fell, the amount of pain that showed in them was enough to slowly send me insane. What the hell was I thinkin’?! she was fine before I decided to play hero! she was safe, alive and well.

She could die because of me, that’s the worst part. Because of me and my stupid ego she could die, I’d promised to protect and all I’ve done is hurt her, she’s better off without me near her, why didn’t I listen to her? She told me time and time again to leave her alone, that it was too dangerous for us. If only I’d listened…“Stop it Buck” Steve’s voice broke me outta my pity party, my head turned towards him as he began to talk, “Stop blaming yourself, it’s not your fault how were you to know that this would happen? Hell, how were we both supposed to see this happenin’? I knew she said she was in some kinda’ trouble but I never thought it’d be this bad. This is on me Buck, I was the one who followed her into that fight, not you, me. It was my idea to go and save her, my idea that got her shot, not yours.” Steve’s eyes shone with tears, his head was facing the floor in shame, “No Steve, this is on both of us, I was the one who brought her back home, the one who wouldn’t leave her on her own, and if you’re gonna try play that card, I didn’t stop you when you walked into the middle of that fight, I followed you in. So, if anything it’s on both of us”.

We both shared a look, each of our faces mirrored each other as we came close for a hug, my hold on him tight and firm as shared my strength with his.

I hope to god Y/n has it in her heart to forgive us both

-Time Skip

Third person POV

3 hours later, the sound of approaching footsteps woke Mr and Mrs Barnes from their sleep, the 3 kids still sound asleep on the sofa, quietly both parents stood up and made their way outside. A team of a doctor and nurses were rolling the bed currently occupied by y/n towards them, the young girl was a pale as a sheet, the dark bags under her eyes practically glowed in the low light, bandages covered most of her midriff and dark bruising covered her nose. Mrs Barnes clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her cry, her head turned into her husband’s chest as he fought to hold back the tears at the sight of the young girl, the doctor approached them with a sympathetic smile as he held his hand out to Mr Barnes.

“Good Evening Mr Barnes, my names Doctor Miller, now y/n has lost a lot of blood, the bullet nicked the aorta artery, but we managed to stop the bleeding. We had to put her under some sedatives for the time being, she’ll be very weak for a few days and unfortunately, she’ll have to remain in the hospital for the next few days while we monitor her progress, y/n will need lots of rest while she’s recovering so anything you can do to help her would be apricated. Besides from a broken now and a few bruised ribs, she’ll be okay, just give her a few days to come around.”

“Thank you for this doctor, there’s no words to say how grateful we are” Mr Barnes then offered his hand to the doctor and shook it, his eyes reflecting the gratitude for the doctor’s actions and his relief for the little girl being okay. With one final nod, Doctor turned and joined the nurses leaving y/n’s room, both parents glanced at each other as they prepared to walk back into the room, neither wanting to see the young girl in such a horrible state.

Both parents opened the door and made their way to the young girl’s side, sparing a glance to the other children on the sofa and checking to see if they were still asleep, luckily all three were still out for the count. More tears slid down the face of Mrs Barnes, her hand gently grasping the little girls as her husband pulled her back into his chest, him too struggling to fight off his own tears.

So that’s chapter 5 outta the way, kept it short and not to sweet (Pardon the poor play on words there). Hopefully you all enjoyed :)Thanks for Reading!

Rose xxx

[ohshcscenerios]

Neighbors

Chapter Twenty One

Poll Result: Hikaru and Kaoru

Haruhi woke up to warm sunlight grazing her cheeks and the smell of fresh coffee brewing. She buried her face into her pillow and groaned, not fully awake and not yet wanting to. She felt so warm beneath her blankets that the spring morning’s chill actually felt nice and didn’t make her shiver. 

She went to get up but was stopped by something anchored around her waist. She looked down and saw a brawny arm wrapped around her middle. Then she felt his slow breathing pushing against her back. In her morning haze she had almost forgotten what happened last night. Takashi was still asleep behind her, still holding her tight as he did when she eventually found sleep during the thunderstorm. 

But if he was still asleep then who was brewing coffee?

“Good morning sleepy heads.” Kaoru cheerfully called from behind the kitchen’s tiny island. He grabbed a metal whisk and continued stirring a white batter in a bowl. Haruhi assumed he was making pancakes. 

In her kitchen. 

She sighed, knowing she would have to clean that mess up later. 

She felt Takashi stirring behind her. He tightened his arm around her and buried his nose into her neck, letting out a long slow breath as he slowly woke up. 

He smelled the faint remnants of her shampoo and perfume from yesterday and quietly breathed it in, allowing her essence to fill his lungs as he greeted the day. He was so tired he thought he was dreaming, and so he treated it like a dream. 

“Mori-senpai?” Haruhi whispered over her shoulder. She felt the bridge of his nose pressing into her neck and wondered if he had fallen back asleep.

“Hmm,” He moaned, rubbing his nose’s tip under her jaw. He felt so warm, so small, and smelled so nice and welcoming. He wished he could greet the day every day exactly like this. 

Hikaru gripped the coffee handle until his knuckles turned white and shouted, “Hey Mori-senpai! How do you want your coffee?”

Takahi’s eyes snapped open and immediately jerked backwards, letting go of Haruhi’s middle. He had almost forgotten where he was and why he was there. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched his legs until his claves hung off the bed. He looked around him and realized her bed was a tad too small for him. How did they manage to sleep like this? 

“Forgive me,” he said, blushing at the sight of Haruhi still covered in her bed sheets. 

Haruhi lazily smiled, “You’re fine senpai. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have gotten any sleep last night, so thank you.”

Hikaru poured a cup of coffee and went to reach for another mug, “Get up you two, seeing you in the same bed makes me want to vomit.”

Haruhi cackled, “It’s too early to get sick Hikaru, you haven’t had breakfast yet.”

She threw her bed sheets to the side and looked at her leg. Thankfully the swelling had gone down and the bruise, although still dark and ugly, seemed to have gotten smaller. Kyoya was right to have her rest her leg yesterday because it certainly helped it heal. Hopefully this means she can walk on her own today. 

Kaoru began pouring a ladle of pancake batter onto a hot pan with a sizzle and shouted over his shoulder, “Hey Haruhi, maybe it’s time to get out of bed with Mori-senpai. It’s kinda weirding me out.” 

“I agree.” Hikaru sneered, stirring milk into his coffee. 

Haruhi sighed and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She still wasn’t fully awake but the twins were right. Takashi did her a favor by helping her last night. Staying beside him felt like overstaying her welcome - even though they were in her apartment. 

Takashi also sat up and ran his fingers through his messy hair. The morning sunlight was bright and made him squint his eyes. He looked around the apartment and was glad to see that only the twins had snuck in. He didn’t really want an audience.

Haruhi walked to the kitchen counter and leaned over to smell Kaoru’s pancakes. She was surprised to see they were cooking nicely. Perhaps her friends were cooking for themselves more, now that they lived in the campus apartments. She’d be interested in seeing what else they could make. 

“Do you guys mind if I take a shower?” She asked. 

Hikaru shook his head, “No that’s fine.” He looked over at Takashi just as he stood from her bed. “Maybe senpai should take a shower and change too, in his own place.”

Takashi glanced at Hikaru but didn’t say anything. He knew he shouldn’t technically be here… but neither should they. He wouldn’t argue that now though. In a way he was right. Takashi needed to freshen up and gather himself for the day. The few moments he stole for himself this morning would be sweet memories for him later on. 

Takashi quietly left after Haruhi started her shower. The twins continued to prepare breakfast. 

“Hey Hika,” Kaoru started as he flipped a pancake over, “Do you think they did anything last night?”

Hikaru took another sip of his coffee as he thought and shrugged, “I don’t think so. Mori-senpai isn’t that type of person and neither is Haruhi.”

“They looked pretty cozy though.”

“Yeah, they did,” Hikaru admitted sadly, “It’s a good thing Haruhi is feeling better.” He remembered him and Kaoru using their spare key to sneak into Haruhi’s apartment to surprise them. They thought the two would already be awake, probably studying at her coffee table over coffee, but surprisingly they were still asleep. Haruhi was cuddled into Takashi’s arms with their bodies aligned against each other… he had to wonder if this is how they fell asleep or how they ended up. 

Hikaru shook the image from his mind. He didn’t want to think about that. Not right now. Today was a new day and he’d treat it as a new slate. A new day to enjoy her and their first year in university. 

Haruhi walked out of the small bathroom dressed in comfortable sweatpants and a large t-shirt, courtesy of her father. Her wet hair had been brushed back and left to air dry. 

“If you guys don’t mind, I’d like to use this day to catch up on my studies.” She said as she opened her laptop and brought it to her loveseat. 

Kaoru brought her a stack of pancakes and a cup of coffee and set it on the coffee table in front of her before joining her on the loveseat with his own mug. He looked over her shoulder and grimaced at the email she opened up. 

Their professors weren’t happy with them skipping class yesterday and made it clear should it happen again their grades will suffer the price. Haruhi groaned and clicked out of it.

“I knew I shouldn’t have skipped classes yesterday.”

“Don’t say that,” Hikaru said as he joined her on the couch’s armrest, “It was still nice to spend time with you. We should do this more often.”

Haruhi got another email notification. She opened it and read it out loud, “Ms. Fujioka, due to your unexcused absence yesterday I will be subtracting 5 points from your final grade, as firmly stated in the syllabus. Please revisit my classroom’s regulations before dismissing your responsibilities. You are an honor student and must behave like one. However I will give you an opportunity to turn in extra credit. I strongly advise you do, otherwise your semester grade will suffer.” 

“Dang, which class is this?” Kaoru sneered over her shoulder. 

Haruhi groaned, “It’s my evening class, the one we don’t have together. Crap.... I’m going to need help with this.”

Which class does Haruhi to have do extra credit for? 

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[lilypixels]

All of them 😄

ok wow you really went for it huh? ahdjkhsd I’ll answer all of them minus the three I just did I’ll put them under the read more thingy since this will be long :’D

zinc white; how are you really feeling today? no one-word answers please!

I woke up two hours ago and only took a shower thus far so I’m feeling good lol

cadmium yellow; when you think of the word “happy” what’s the first thing that comes to mind?

...idolish7 ajhjkfh i’m too obsessed with it h e l p

yellow ochre; name an artist/band whom you just discovered & can’t get enough of!

would it be bad if I said Idolish7/all the related groups (Trigger, Mezzo, Zool)?? cause technically a recentish discovery and I defiantly can’t get enough :’D my real answer is Reol

naples yellow; where do you feel most at home?

my room lol

raw sienna; with whom do you feel most at home?

my mom i guess??

golden ochre; describe the relationship you have with your closest friend.

one that some might not deem normal but works well for us lol (I mean, we’ve been friends for about 10 years now) we have a good understanding of each other and know we don’t have to talk/hang out all the time in order to know we still matter to each other, we both have our own lives and just knowing the other is there no matter what is enough. we’re the type to not talk for weeks and then send random memes and act like we’d been talking the whole time😂 it works really well for me too cause i’m not good at “socializing” on a constant basis and tend to just...not text people for ages on end, but I’ll still care for them and think about them just many see it as me cutting them out rip

golden deep; what’s your favorite season?

tbh the time between spring and summer but fall has been earning some points recently

cadmium orange; what do you like to do on your days off?

I often bake and game

orange lake; do you have anyone you can turn to when you’re sad?

I guess?? but i don’t like bothering people with my emotions often times so I just cuddle my cat haha

titans; do you prefer slow mornings or relaxing evenings?

hmm...the second i think

shakhnazaryan red; are you currently binge-watching anything?

i was binge-watching Tsukiuta but I’ve slowed down with s2 cause now I’m distracted with other things like genshin impact

red ochre; are you more right-brained (creative) or left-brained (analytical)?

i don’t even know/remember anymore, maybe left now???

burnt sienna; is there a painting that brings you peace when you look at it?

Van Gogh’s Starry Night cause I like stars and nightviews 

vermilion; what’s your favorite accent?

oooo interesting one, but I like all accents, I find them cute :3

cadmium red; do you have a “type” when it comes to a significant other?

I have a type with fictional characters and idol biases does that count? no?

scarlet; describe your current crush/es.

i have none 😗✌

ruby; what does your ideal first date look like?

bold of you to assume i would go on a date idk a movie so i don’t have to talk lol

carmine; what does your ideal second date look like?

bold of you to assume I would- ahfkj i really don’t know, go to the library and have tea???

madder lake red; would you ever kiss someone (or accept a kiss) on a first date?

that’s a big NO from me, someone be catching hands if they tried

rose; what’s something really positive going on in your life right now?

is it bad i thought of work? i have a fun time watching baby 😊

quinacridone rose; what’s something you’re really looking forward to?

baking/decorating Christmas cookies that I’m gonna share with family and friends!

violet rose; what does your dream house look like?

like a victorian house, gothic victorian is better, probably haunted, with an attic room hehe

violet; is there any place in particular you’d like to settle down?

anywhere but here lol

blue lake; what would you like to do/accomplish before you settle down?

finish schooling and get job :b

cobalt blue spectral; what is the most beautiful place you have ever been to?

uhhhhhh Clearwater Beach?

ultramarine; when was the last time you were in a good mood? do you know/remember what sparked it?

yesterday I guess cause i had good time shopping with my dad :3

blue; what’s the most recent dream you remember?

my dream last night rip part of it was genshin related cause I played like 3 hours before sleeping and the rest was my mind trying to figure out where the story of an otome I’m playing is gonna go i’m at end of this dudes route and he just erased mc’s memories of him so like enggg

bright blue; what does your dream family look like? any kids or pets? how many of each?

i wanna foster, adopt at least one kid and have one of my own, all the pets, maybe there’s some dude there idk kids and animals all i need aha

blue cobalt; do you like your name? would you give yourself a different name if you could?

i don’t like my name but at same time it’s kinda who i am and idk what else i would name myself i do have a Chinese name though (we picked them in class and what we went by) which is MingYi 明怡!

prussian azure; what’s your favorite scent?

coconut, vanilla, MINT

azure blue; what’s your favorite type of tea, if any?

peppermint tea, green tea, I did like Earl Grey but I can’t have black tea anymore :(

turquoise blue; if you could start a garden, what would you plant?

all the herbs and vegetables! also some of my favorite flowers like foxglove that hopefully don’t make my allergies worse

cerulean blue; if you were guaranteed to have a viewership, would you start a youtube vlog?

probably not

glauconite; describe your body without using any negative adjectives.

5′ 5″, tiny, long legs that hold all the muscles and weight in my body lol my torso is like a rectangle, i am very flat chested and do not mind that 

yellow green; picture yourself walking in a field. what do you see & hear in this scenario?

i can not picture cause i just imagine itchy grass and lots of sneezing😔

green light; are you in a comfortable place in life? if not, what do you think might make it better?

comfortable enough i guess, i try not to nitpick too much on what’s “lacking”

green; name three countries you want to visit; do you have any actual plans in place to visit any of them?

all the countries! I almost went to China for study abroad but then stuff happened TT

emerald green; do you speak any languages besides english? are there any additional languages you want to learn?

I can technically speak basic Chinese and French, but I’ve also already forgotten too much rip I really like learning languages and hope to get back into it soon!

oxide of chromium; what’s your favorite book?

legit any Rick Riordan book, my fav author

olive green; are you currently reading anything? how do you like it so far?

I’m in like the middle of Trials of Apollo book 2 and it is great

mars brown; what’s a movie that always puts a smile on your face/makes you laugh?

idk Megamind??

burnt umber; what’s something you plan to do before the day is over to take care of yourself?

technically already did it, was shower

umber; have you drank enough water today?

no

voronezhskaya black; what or who is your go-to outlet for when you need to vent?

rpg/fighting games where I can smash monsters to pieces

sepia; name five things that always make you happy.

music, babies, Alice, baking, others being happy~

indigo; what’s the best/sweetest compliment you have ever received?

idk i shy away from compliments most of time :’)

payne’s gray; describe your aesthetic?

“welcome to your doom uwu” ajshdjk idk it’s always changing

black; post a selfie because you are so beautiful!

no thanks💖 maybe later but its gonna be gone fast

[gothic-safari-clown]

The Mind’s Power Over the Body

Part 18: Unstoppable

Story summary: They only ever had each other. It had been that way since high school, ever since Elianna transferred to dreary Arlen and took Jonathan under her wing. They go separate ways for college, and when they're reunited at Arkham Asylum professionally, Elianna comes to find that they've both changed during their time separated. Can she look past the promise of danger and stay by Jonathan's side as they slide further and further into the darkness while she grapples to come to terms with the truth about herself? Can she accept what needs to be done in order to hold onto the only person who holds any meaning in her life? This is a very self-indulgent AU that draws from several different canons of the DCU and ignoring others, starting in the Batman Begins Nolanverse. This will follow the plot of the movie, although the timeline has been very slightly tweaked.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17

Word count: 2011

This chapter is really dumb and cheesy just a heads up 😂 I wanted to dabble in old school fanfic while I wrote this one I think. Idk, it’s kinda cute

El had come to hate the weekends. There was no substance to her days off now that she knew the thrills offered by the wretch of a city. Jonathan wouldn't let her run his underworld errands with him; an attempt to keep her safe from Falcone, he said. While she understood and appreciated the sentiment, the result was dreadfully long and slow weekends. They couldn't go to Arkham to supervise the project, lest they draw suspicion, and if Jonathan wouldn't take her with him to meetings, it left her with very little to do in the apartment.

Luckily, the day after her nightmare Jonathan had no reason to leave the apartment. On the other hand, he had spent his day worrying over her incessantly. Well, as much as Jonathan could "worry incessantly" in his own subdued way.

He had let her sleep in for hours, made her breakfast when she woke, and she was currently curled up on the couch next to him with the softest blanket from his linen closet. He had even let her pick the movie they were watching.

"Hey, Jonathan?"

"Mm?"

"Am I dying or something?" He looked across the couch at her, confused. "You're being really nice today. Are you still 'being me,' or am I dying?"

"Oh. Neither." He fell back into silence rather than offering the explanation that El was looking for. She waited patiently for a minute or two, giving him the opportunity to explain himself of his own volition before sitting up with a huff and pausing the TV, moving to sit next to him.

"What's going on? Is everything okay?" El watched as Jonathan set his jaw firmly, releasing a long slow breath, all the while staring inscrutably at the coffee table. By the time he finally looked at her, the anticipation had made her too anxious even to admire the hue of his eyes as she normally would.

"Last night, you..." he trailed off and let out another sigh before continuing, "it made me worry. I've been thinking all day, and I'm wondering if maybe you would be better off leaving Gotham now and going somewhere without me." Whatever she had been expecting, this wasn't it. Her brow furrowed, and she struggled to organize her thoughts enough to argue as he spoke again. "I know you, and I know that that wasn't normal, and it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't gotten you involved."

"So what?" she sputtered. "Jonathan, you got me involved, but if I didn't want to be still involved, I wouldn't be. Don't worry about me. You're not responsible for my decisions."

Her words did little to soothe him, and he leaned against the back of the couch with his head tilted all the way back to look at the ceiling. "No, I'm not, but this is clearly taking a toll on you. I just think it might be better if-"

"I understand what you're saying, but you're wrong," interrupted El. "If I were to leave now, I would just worry about you more. Without me, you're on your own here, and it's going to take a lot more than some stupid bad dream to make me abandon you. I know that you can handle all of this on your own, but as long as I'm here, I'm going to keep supporting you in whatever ways I can."

He was technically right, to an extent; it wasn't normal for a nightmare to break her like that. But the fact remained that it was only a dream, and the fact that it had immediately followed a dosing of fear toxin only served to solidify her point further. It would never have affected me like that if I hadn't insisted on a second toxin trial.

Jonathan mulled over what she said for what seemed like ages, to the point that Elianna wasn't even sure where his train of thought may have taken him. Regardless, she knew that he must have been trying to come up with some absurd reason why she should leave anyway. Deciding to let him think (and knowing that she would win this debate with this move), she pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders and lifted his arm to slot herself against his side.

He looked down at her as she settled his arm around her back, only to find her already looking up at him patiently with big green eyes. Shit. He could never argue with her when she looked at him like that, and she knew it. He did his best to steel his resolve, but then she blinked at him so sweetly that he had no choice.

"Fine," he sighed, finally looking away from her. "But no more toxin. From now on, you're just helping me supervise, understood?" He felt her nod fervently and wrap her arms tight around him. How did she always manage to get under his skin so well?

"I can't believe you thought you could get rid of me that easily," she scoffed. "I'm here to stay, love. I left you behind once, and I'm not going to do it again." Jonathan was amused by the childish notion behind her words but appreciated the sentiment nonetheless.

He was silently glad that she had pushed against him on this particular issue. While he still believed that she would be safer away from the city, he really didn't want her to leave. She was too...important. As proven by how easily she could get him to concede just by looking at me, for fuck's sake.

"You know I would never try to get rid of you." Jonathan still faced difficulty coming to terms with her effect on him, but this time he didn't have the energy to fight it. Deep down, he knew that he had let her win, selfishly wanting her to stay. Unwilling to resist, he let his cheek rest against the top of her head. "Sometimes I might think about it, but I'm not stupid." He felt her laugh.

"Understandable." She tilted her head back to look at him, and he lifted his head from hers to mirror her gaze. A soft smile spread over her face. "One of these days, I'm going to get you to admit outright that you love me." She said smugly, undeterred by his impassive expression.

He could tell by the look on her face that she had begun speaking absentmindedly, but Jonathan found himself more focused on the conversation in his head; naturally, Scarecrow had his own opinion on what El had said.

She's got a point. We should just get it over with now.

That isn't what she means.

Sure it is! See the way she looks at us? Come ooonnn, what's the harm? If it goes south, I'll just take care of it.

You absolutely will not.

I still don't see why we shouldn't get rid of her anyway. Loose ends, Jonny. If she's dead, she can't snitch.

She isn't going to. She would have done it already, and she's never told anyone about everything else we've done; why would she start now?

Yeah, and why do you think that is? Principle? Honesty? She likes us, Jonny. If you don't take care of it now, then I will.

With that, the straw man retreated to the back of Jonathan's mind in smug silence. The ambiguity of Scarecrow's ultimatum made him nervous, as he was unsure of what Scarecrow's version of "taking care of it" might be. But Jonathan knew ultimately that his alter was actually right this time. All of the jokes, the affection, the trust, and when she looked at him the way she had done just a minute before...

It was almost terrifying to think that the woman he had held so dear for so long might harbor feelings for him, and the true rush of the unknown exhilarated him. As strange as it would be, Jonathan knew what he wanted to do and resolved on the spot to act upon it before he could talk himself back out of it as he was wont to do.

"Not verbally, necessarily," she spoke up again, "but one of these days, you're going to do something, and I'll kno-"

The rest of El's sentence was cut short by something that could not have caught her more off guard, and while some part of her seemed to process it immediately (judging by how hard her heart was beating), it took a moment for her brain to catch up.

Jonathan had interrupted her by cupping the side of her face with his free hand and, in one fluid motion, had tilted her head back more and kissed her full on the mouth ever so softly. Her mind hadn't yet finished racing with unanswered questions when her internal monologue switched abruptly to, "oh, fuck it."

At that moment, she didn't need to understand anything. By way of response, she lifted her own hand to close lightly around his wrist, keeping his hand against her face and returned the tentative kiss with one of her own.

Both of their stomachs exploded into butterflies, but for vastly different reasons. Jonathan felt a rush of relief from the reciprocation and a flutter of nervousness caused by sudden instability for the future that it implied. In the same moment, Elianna found an emotional release and a thrill caused by the same unclear future, eager to build something new, powerful even.

Whatever her motivation, when El kissed him again, Jonathan was more than eager to return the action, and all of his apprehensiveness began to melt away. It was a rare moment of clarity for him, as he found himself truly in the moment. She had kissed him. Things that had been so important to him only minutes before were suddenly irrelevant, and when El pulled away and buried her face into his neck, holding him so tight, he was all too glad to squeeze her closer.

He thought that he had never been more determined to do anything as he was to keep her safe previously, but having finally given in to the impulse that he had been repressing since their teen years, Jonathan realized his previous resolve had been trivial. This, with all of its implicit devotion attached, changed everything so drastically. Nobody would ever hurt her again; not Zsasz, not Scarecrow, not anybody.

It was a good feeling, if a bit overwhelming. Following his new theme of letting himself enjoy the things he wanted, Jonathan allowed himself to feel at ease, content. He even cracked a smile when a small voice chimed, "I told you so," from somewhere near his collarbone.

"Yes, you did." He stroked back her hair and left a lingering kiss on top of her head, and felt her delighted smile split her face as she hugged him tighter (if that was even possible).

"Now you're really not getting rid of me. You know that, right?"

"I know. That's what I wanted." El hummed happily in response, breathing in the smell of his clothes. Being wrapped up against him like this felt...right. Like this was what their entire friendship had always been leading to, and now that it had been fulfilled, nothing could stop her.

Ever at the whim to her desires, and knowing that Jonathan couldn't be relied on to do the same, El straightened back up to stand on her knees and captured him in another kiss, deeper than before. With no protest, Jonathan locked his arms securely around her waist to keep her close and responded in kind.

Everything else forgotten, the new couple passed the day away in a world of their own making, testing the limits, and exploring new possibilities. Totally focused on each other, they both forgot everything about the killing of the city, the crimes they were committing together, the hells they had been put through, all of it wiped away; with every kiss, every gentle touch, every movement erased every atrocity, past and future. The new, stronger nature of their companionship made them unstoppable.

[baby-dav]

We made it to 39 weeks and 1 day!

Baby boy decided he didn’t want to be induced, he wanted to come on his own. Saturday morning around 2:45a I was woken up with some contractions, nothing crazy but it woke me out my sleep, so I decided to track them. They were about every 6-12 minutes. They started getting more intense and I just waited, finally me and dad decided to get up and get ready and I took a shower around 6am.

Then the contractions slowed down, they started coming every 12-18 mins 🙄🙄🙄 so we went back to sleep and at 8am they came back every 4 mins and we got up and headed to the hospital! We got there at 9am and I had to take a Rapid covid test before I could be admitted, I was already 4cm and those contractions were kicking my whole butt! I was forced to wait alone for and hour and a half before the test came back (negative) and I could be sent to labor and delivery.

I was wheeled to the room and forced to pee and then before I could even leave the bathroom the anesthesiologist was there to give me my epidural 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾. Yes, it stings. It was a pain I wasn’t really prepared for but I don’t remember it anymore. It went by and I couldn’t feel any contractions and everything was amazing. Me and dad sat there from about 11a to 3p. All of a sudden I started getting a pressure type feeling in my vagina and kinda in my butt like I had to poop and out of nowhere I began to throw up, these things excited the nurses and about 5 of them ran in the room and started preparing things. But apparently baby’s heart was too low and was low for about 5 mins. They made me switch from my left to right side( all while numb in my legs) and then we settled on all fours. They gave me a shot in my thigh that was to stop my contractions immediately and it did. I was still only 4cm dilated; Apparently my contractions and body was ready to push baby out but my cervix would not open up for him and it was stressing him out, so the doctor walked in about 10 mins later and said time for an emergency c section.

I was given a second epidural, this time to numb my stomach and was whisked away to the OR. I didn’t have time to really process what was going on, I just knew I wanted dad with me. They gave me oxygen and got me ready when I heard a nurse tell the doctor baby is at 80, and she said oh okay well let’s get started and literally 30 second later I heard baby out at 50 and there was my son. He was big and crying his eyes out and dad wasn’t even there yet! Finally I saw him walk in and they showed him the baby and he brought him over and that was it:

I was just there on the table spread eagle and stomach spread as well. There was this pressure in my rib cage for the longest time and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The anesthesiologist was there telling me my oxygen levels were at 100 and I was just fine, he sat there and talked to me and dad held my hand and then that was it. The doctor leaned over the towel to say something but all I saw was blood all over her face shield. I truly want to know what happened over there for there to be so much blood splatter.

I spent Saturday - Monday in the hospital and I’ve been healing okay. I passed a really large clot about the size of my palm because o don’t know how to sit the hell down sometimes and let people do things for me: my legs and thighs have swelled so wide I feel like i belong on my 600 lb life 😫😫😫 it took 3 days for me to finally be able to lift my legs high enough to sleep on the couch and that’s what’s been helping my leg swelling go down. At first I was just sleeping in the recliner in my room dying because my ass was hurting too much.

Feb 5 was my sons original due date and today he is 6 days old! I’m learning so many new things and every day it’s something new. Today he’s mega grumpy and daddy is really tired. I feel bad that I have to heal from a c section and that I can’t help as much as I want to, but he’s a trooper and he’ll finally get some rest this weekend because grandma is coming to help.

[judesstfrancis]

so I was late to asking u things and I don't want u to have to repeat yourself so answer all the questions in the thing that you haven't already answered thank u 😌

the way I had to pull out my laptop to answer these bc I couldn’t keep them straight on my phone clipboard................ fdskjfsdkj I think I’m gonna put most of these under a read more so they don’t take up too much dash space. thank u!! <3

zinc white; how are you really feeling today? no one-word answers please!

honestly I’m great! it is currently almost 2 in the morning but my day was nice, I got some new clothes, did my laundry, made a good dinner...good vibes all around, loving it for me rn

yellow ochre; name an artist/band whom you just discovered & can’t get enough of!

I haven’t really listened to a lot of new music lately dkfjskj I think the most recent new artist I started listening to was orville peck?? but that was back in like february

naples yellow; where do you feel most at home?

uhh when I’m at home. yes I’m a homebody <3

raw sienna; with whom do you feel most at home? 

truly it’s with the thots I just feel so at ease

golden ochre; describe the relationship you have with your closest friend.

it’s just easy, u know? like no matter what we’re doing, even if we’re just vibing on our own together, it’s nice. I can tell them absolutely anything and it’s not weird and I don’t have to force it out at all

cadmium orange; what do you like to do on your days off?

ok first I always see if any of my friends are busy fkdjsfkj and if they aren’t I see if they wanna just chill or w/e but otherwise just like. turning some music up and sitting in my room with a book/a couple movies I love is ideal for me on a day off. I am very simple I just like to chill

orange lake; do you have anyone you can turn to when you’re sad?

yes! there are two whole people in this world that I spill absolutely everything to bc I trust them with my life and esp when I’m sad bc they always make me feel better. talking to them when I’m having A Day is like I vent and instantly I am normal again. they know who they are I’m sure but for transparency’s sake, it’s u (robin) and maya, no one else gets to unlock my tragic backstories <3

titans; do you prefer slow mornings or relaxing evenings? 

relaxing evenings!

shakhnazaryan red; are you currently binge-watching anything? 

actually I am currently rewatching cycles 1 through 22 of america’s next top model, I’m on like cycle 5 rn I think. having the time of my life, thanks for asking

red ochre; are you more right-brained (creative) or left-brained (analytical)?

I am very much more into creative endeavors, like work-wise, but I feel like the way I think about things is much more analytical. like I prefer Making things, writing or various crafts or what have u, but even when I create I think about the things I’m doing like analytically?? so ig left-brained

burnt sienna; is there a painting that brings you peace when you look at it? 

boy with squirrel by john singleton copley. I love him

english red; what animal do you relate to most?

interesting question! I have no idea. maybe birds? like a finch, maybe. they seem like they have fun

cadmium red; do you have a “type” when it comes to a significant other? 

this one is hard for me to answer bc like. I truly have no idea what a “type” is idk if that’s an ace thing or what. no? maybe? all the people I’ve had crushes on have been vastly different, in terms of like physical looks so probably not actually. I’m not attracted to muscular people tho bc I don’t think they have feelings <3

carmine; what does your ideal second date look like?

once again I have never pictured a date. I just want to hold hands! I think for the ideal first date question I said it just had to be going somewhere where we could Do things together, like walking around a museum or going through shops downtown or something, and that does still apply here, but for the sake of shaking it up, uhh...idk maybe staying in and watching a movie. like not at a theater no one needs to know my business like that but like. at a House. whoever’s, I’m not picky, again ideally I just want to hold hands.

madder lake red; would you ever kiss someone (or accept a kiss) on a first date?

yes. literally if the first thing u do is kiss me I am okay with it. I’m 23 someone just take the shot and kiss me already I’m going crazy over here

quinacridone rose; what’s something you’re really looking forward to? 

really looking forward to the holidays personally I got everyone some really good gifts this year and I can’t wait to hand them out. also my copy of 13 storeys is supposed to finally ship out this week, for real this time! so that’s exciting too

violet rose; what does your dream house look like? 

u know that idealized house with the yellow paint and the white trim? yes. just small and cute and homey

violet; is there any place in particular you’d like to settle down? 

I guess not?? I’d like to be somewhere near my mom bc she’s important to me but like. as long as I’m living with someone I love it doesn’t really matter where I don’t think

blue lake; what would you like to do/accomplish before you settle down?

uh. settling down to me equates to like falling in love and living together so honestly that could happen any time. I need to get a job before we live together so I can like Help Out but like. really any time

cobalt blue spectral; what is the most beautiful place you have ever been to?

I have not been to a lot of places! I’ve been to new york, and san diego, and like. phoenix outside of where I live so. actually if I can include like buildings in places I would like to say that one opera house I went to in new york. I learned I wasn’t a fan of operas BUT I also learned those chandeliers were cool as hell

ultramarine; when was the last time you were in a good mood? do you know/remember what sparked it?

I’m usually in a good mood, I think? my baseline mood is genuinely just like. happy/chill, pero I think the last time I felt Euphoria (tm) was a couple days ago when my mom and I made a really nice dinner together and my brother was there and we just played board games all night

blue; what’s the most recent dream you remember?

I have this recurring habit of waking up from dreams but only barely so when I fall back asleep it feels like I just woke up within the dream? anyway the last one was like that but in one of the times I ‘woke up’ I looked out the window and instead of outside there was like this. static photo of buffalo grazing in open fields?? and it was like green screened kinda, so when I move the image moved with my line of sight it was weird. that’s how I knew it was a dream and woke myself up again, only to immediately fall back asleep and feel like I was waking up from a dream within a dream again

bright blue; what does your dream family look like? any kids or pets? how many of each?

I think living with friends would be cool. like I want to have a significant other I live with but also if we lived with other friends that would be fun. kids, maybe! would be something I’d have to discuss with whatever partner I have in the future. if yes to kids, max two. also I don't want babies, preferably I would adopt older children. pets absolutely, however many doesn’t matter. I’m open to just living in a house with the love of my life and like twelve dogs, that’s ok with me

blue cobalt; do you like your name? would you give yourself a different name if you could?

I do like my name! I think it’s nice and it feels like it fits me. I don’t think I’d change it ever, but if I did I think maybe I’d go with jude bc yes I do love to project <3

prussian azure; what’s your favorite scent?

it’s a tie between suntan lotion and the lumber aisle of any hardware store

azure blue; what’s your favorite type of tea, if any?

vanilla rooibos tea supremacy!

turquoise blue; if you could start a garden, what would you plant?

lots of flowers, first of all. also some kitchen herbs. maybe some fruits!

cerulean blue; if you were guaranteed to have a viewership, would you start a youtube vlog?

yes <3 I want to force people to listen to my pretentious horror opinions and get paid for it

glauconite; describe your body without using any negative adjectives.

look I just have to say it: I’m hot. last night I took a photo and saw my nose from the side and went “omg who IS she” like it’s cute. I’M cute. I’ve seen my ass in the mirror and nothing can top it, sorry

yellow green; picture yourself walking in a field. what do you see & hear in this scenario?

all I’m getting is those scenes from horror movies where eerie whistling starts and like birds start going crazy

green light; are you in a comfortable place in life? if not, what do you think might make it better?

I think so?? I’d like to be more financially secure, pero. I think for the most part yeah I’m alright

green; name three countries you want to visit; do you have any actual plans in place to visit any of them?

ireland and greece for sure, ireland is the one I have most planned out in my head. ig maybe england for the third one, just bc I know my mom wants to go and also I’m very bad at geography so I don’t know what counts as a country. I had to look all these up, I do want to visit them tho, genuinely! esp ireland

emerald green; do you speak any languages besides english? are there any additional languages you want to learn?

the one I’m most fluent in is spanish! and I’m still cracking along at russian, currently I can hold a conversation with like a 4 year old and we can understand each other, it’s pretty cool. I really wanna get into learning irish!! I have a few resources downloaded onto my phone I just haven’t gotten around to it yet

oxide of chromium; what’s your favorite book?

a little life <3 yes I hate it when things are sad just to be sad yes this is my favorite book I contain multitudes

mars brown; what’s a movie that always puts a smile on your face/makes you laugh?

the burbs! I’ve seen it so many times but it always hits

burnt umber; what’s something you plan to do before the day is over to take care of yourself?

the day IS over it’s like two thirty am now but uh. drink some water before I sleep probably

voronezhskaya black; what or who is your go-to outlet for when you need to vent?

I post the “kirby’s fucking pissed” meme on twitter and then I ask u (robin) if I can yell for like five minutes and then I feel valid and then I am normal again

payne’s gray; describe your aesthetic?

it’s a little bit jock and it’s a little bit 1980s skater boy but the best way I can really Describe it is just “gay”

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Egotober Day 16: Runaway Rail Line

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Prompt: Train

Summary: One train. One trio of heroes. One hour before they reach the city.

A/N: this story takes place at the same time that Day 14. So forgive the break tomorrow it was how the prompts and plot bunnies worked. This is kinda like a part two of Day 14.

Also the big blocks of italicized paragraphs are Abe’s greyscale monologues.

Warnings: body horror, minor gore, dead bodies

Trains, steel racing along iron rails. The backbone of the country had been laid on lines like this.

I should have known when I boarded the train that this ride was dangerous, but I was without a detective partner since my last’s rather unfortunate demise. Without backup or aid. But I was hunting down a killer, a monster on the loose and I couldn’t just afford to let this opportunity pass me by. It was—

Abe was suddenly violently shaken from his inner monologue by J.J who looked concerned and relieved to see him. Cautiously, he signed, “Abe?”

“Jay?” Abe asked before he stood up, “great, I’m in need of some help. So I guess you’re my new partner.”

“No,” J.J told him.

“It’ll be fine,” Abe promised, waved him off, clapping his hand on J.J’s shoulder. “Come on partner.”

“I’m not your partner,” J.J informed, his hands moving quickly in exasperation. “I need to show you something.”

“Lead the way,” Abe motioned and J.J led him along the length of the train. During their entire trek down the length of the carriages. They didn’t see a single soul. There were overhead luggages, dinner placements in the dining carriage that had various states of consumption. There were even wine glasses left on the tables and the bar counter. Where someone had been there and eaten but no one was there now.

But the passengers and train crew were gone.

Abe looked as worried as J.J. Then with a slow, soft lurch the behemoth of metal let out its horn and began moving.

“Shit!” Abe said, turning towards the front of the car, “that means there has to be a driver.”

Some invisible force rolled over both him and J.J made an abrupt heel turn and raced for the back of the train at full speed as Abe ran for the front.

Little did I know the horrors that awaited us. The unfathomable, unspeakable horrors of death that awaited to swallow us whole. And the fate that J.J had saved us from.

The Detective raced through train after train empty, without a soul or ticket taker in sight. But despite his hopes, the front car was empty. Instead of trying to turn the train off and make it worse, Abe headed back down the train to find J.J.

Abe walked out of the conductor’s car to see J.J walking in from the opposite door with Roman.

“How long have you been here?” Abe asked Roman.

“Just got here,” Roman told him, looking around. “J.J helped me get on, Wil’s been chasing me all day.”

“Is he on the train?” Abe demanded.

“No,” Roman reached up to touch the side of his face, the one with a slightly burnt scratch on it. He hissed in pain a bit. “No, I think we lost him.”

He looked at the empty seats, “Hey, I’m going to get some rest.”

“I’ll comb the train for clues,” Abe told them, turning to J.J, “partner you’re with me.”

J.J rolled his eyes, but as Roman laid down on a group of seats, the mute hero looked around the room, but walked out with Abe, watching Roman as he walked out.

tkk tkk tkk tkk

Went a noise somewhere along the ceiling of Roman’s train car.

Evil lives not just in the heart of humanity, but in the world around it. I’ve seen a madman kill and maim, a demon corrupt towns from the inside out. And a herd of maniacs in horse masks stampeding through a cornfield.

But I shouldn’t bore you with the details.

Evil lives, it breathes, it sinks its claws into its unwilling victims. Today it had burrowed and crawled its retched way into a train.

Roman was peacefully napping on the chairs as the train roof seemed to bulge out right above Roman. A low pitched, almost infrasound hiss let out as the camouflage began to drop and what looked like a huge insect that resembled a spider but had too many legs and body segments to be a spider. The face looked like a melted, bloated, pale doll’s face. A liquid dripping from its face and when it contacted the cotton seats it hissed and burned holes into the fabric.

That was that sound that woke Roman up, he blinked awake and when he saw the monster in front of him, Roman let out a scream and summoned his sword as the creature lunged at him, jaws splitting open like a snake.

J.J seemingly came out of nowhere and hit the creature with a crowbar, the two weapons able to knock the creature fell against the floor as Abe burst in with his gun in hand.

“What’s going on in here?” Abe demanded before he looked at the monster. “Sweet fuck what is that?”

It hissed at them, “Feed!”

“Sweet severed heads of the hydra!” Roman exclaimed. “How long has this monster been here?”

The beast turned its head and charged for the door, it was faster than expected but not faster enough that Abe couldn’t easily dodge out of the way.

The chitterious creature surged through the door and towards the end of train.

“What is that thing?” Roman demanded.

J.J pulled out some of his premise cards, the first one read: “Train heading towards Egoton. Have to stop it beforehand.”

He passed the cards to Roman and they quickly lined out some information. But the warning on one of the cards came a bit late when the three of them ran into the dining cart and found some of the missing passengers. They were stuck to the walls and the ceiling and there seemed to be some pulsing egg sack stuck to the corner.

All the passengers were dead, their faces not melted or warped but completely missing. Roman immediately got sick to his stomach. Their skin a chalky pale.

The creature turned back to hiss at them, sharp fangs bared at them.

Roman was readying his sword. “You fiend!”

Abe readied his gun, “Please tell me it dies.”

J.J signaled yes.

Roman jumped at the beast, easily rolling out of the way when the creature tried to snap at him. Abe took aim at the monster from a distance as Roman kept slashing at it until it fell over and was just a twitching mass.

J.J took care of the egg sack.

The creative Side stepped away from the beast, burnt and hole patches on his clothing and other parts splashed with a viscous slime. “Ugh,” Roman complained. “My fabulous uniform.”

“We need to stop this train before it crashes into something,” Abe reminded. “Then we can worry about everything else.”

“There is no need for the heroes to worry,” the Host announced himself. “The Host has already ensured that the train will stop safely.”

“Did you have anything to do with this?” Abe holstered his gun and stomped over to the Host, Roman rushing to get out of the car with the bodies. The other three followed him.

“No,” the Host said. “The events here are the product of a new direction. A changing of hands, of sorts. The Host didn’t know the extent of the action until he realized that the Detective, Creativity, and J.J were in danger.”

“So it was you,” Abe accused.

The Host smiled at them, “No, the Host would never do something off-page that no one could witness in the hopes that a third party wouldn’t realize they were being deceived.”

“Can you stop speaking in riddles,” Abe demanded.

The Host looked down the corridor, “Well whatever happened, that the Host was certainly not present for, it shuffled both the League and the Coalition around.”

“Well what were you doing then?” Roman demanded.

With a smile, the Host pulled out a headset with a small microphone attached to it from his coat. “The Host was merely getting this microphone. It is quite convenient.”

“Well I hope it was worth it,” Abe told him. “You frustrating maniac.”

“It was, things should return to normal now that nothing was happened,” the Host promised

“Right,” Abe grumbled in frustration. “As long as I don’t fight another face monster.”

“That is not in the plans for the Detective, but the Host does have something to tell him,” the Host leaned in close to Abe and whispered, “The Host does not like to be interrupted.”

“I didn’t interrupt you,” Abe responded.

“The Detective interrupted the Host three times,” the Host corrected. “Do not do so again.”

Rolling his eyes, Abe told him, “Taking a nap, have fun being cryptic.”

In a half-hour’s time, the train would pull into the closest Egoton train station. Police and other heroes flooding the area as the train was searched and investigated.

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Phylax Ch. 5 Scare me Avengers x oc

Bennett woke to the familiar feeling of pins and needles, right hand completely asleep. She tried to soothe the nerves so she could sleep a little longer but something else was off. Her pulse felt off. Too many beats or the wrong cadence, something. Her right arm seemed to be pinned to the bed from the shoulder down. That would explain the “pins and needles”.  A quick inspection gave the reason. Natalie was sound asleep snuggled into her side, using her shoulder for a pillow. The redhead seemed to fit there. The blonde didn’t really care to move but Tony would be knocking down her door any minute, so she needed to get ready to start the day. Unless he actually slept in although that was highly unlikely. 

So began the debate: lay there until Natalie wakes up or try and slip out without waking her? As Bennett lay there debating Natalie snuggled closer. Red hair tickling her nose. Every cell in her body decided right then that it had no desire to move, so her mind was made up. She was getting up. 

Sliding out of bed was harder than she thought. She tucked a pillow under the other woman’s head where her shoulder had been and forced herself to walk away. She grabbed a pair of track pants and tank top and headed down to the hotel gym to get in a morning run. Leaving a note for Tony so he wouldn’t wake up Natalie. 

A quick stretch and she jumped on one of the treadmills. Plugging in a pair of headphones she started a playlist of instrumental music. Mainly rock covers done with violins and cellos but there were a few variations on classics and some epic movie themes. She started the machine slow to warm up her stiff muscles, the room was empty due to it being a few minutes before 5. She lost herself in the rhythm of her steps as the treadmill increased it’s pace. Taking in the music and trying to bleed off the last of the nightmare that still clung. This morning it wasn’t near as bad as normal. She could still remember and felt the guilt but curiosity outweighed all of that. Why didn't she slip into oblivion this time? What had pulled her back from that edge? 

Then waking up with Rushman that close. Not that it was unpleasant. Just unexpected. She couldn’t entertain the thought of any relationship right now. Not even a crush. Not after Emily. Maybe not ever. She had told Jax she was taking a year to focus solely on herself and her career. No exceptions. No matter how exceptional Natalie Rushman was. Right?

Thicker pajamas tonight so she wouldn’t die of frostbite. That was the only solid decision she had made in the millions of thoughts bouncing around her head during her run, most involving her current roommate. But there were benefits to her sleeping with the room that cold so maybe just live with the shorts and t-shirt one more night. 

When she made it back to the room the first thing Benn saw was Natalie’s sleepy smile. She must have woken up when Bennett opened the door. “Morning,” Natalie sounded as if she was still half asleep.

Bennett gave a soft laugh as Natalie burrowed back into the covers. She walked to the edge of the bed. “Good morning, Nat.” Bennett tugged the edge of the blanket back slightly and Natalie gave an irritated groan. “I hate to be the one to break it to you but we need to get up. Tony will be looking for me.” Natalie pulled the covers back over her head. “Alright, I am going to go shower and head down stairs to eat, if you want to join me.” Natalie peaked out from under the covers and Bennett blushed. “For breakfast. Down stairs. In the cafe.”

The redhead gave a mischievous smirk before ducking back under the sheets. “I will be ready by the time you get out,” her voice was muffled by the copious amount of blankets. 

Bennett couldn’t help but smile. She went to her bag and grabbed the clothes she needed for the day along with the belt and thigh holster. A quick shower and a swipe of gel and she was ready to go. 

When she stepped out the door she had to focus on not letting her jaw hit the floor.  Natalie had changed as well. She now wore a form fitting dress that would be considered business attire and looked amazing. Bennett realized her jeans and fitted blazers would never stand up to the woman’s fashion. She would need better clothes if she ever got the chance to take Natalie out, but first she would have to get the guts to ask.  Today she had opted for a Stark Industries t-shirt and flannel, knowing she would be heading to the track with Tony. Bennett noticed a fond smile grace the redheads lips. “What?”

“Nothing you just reminded me of a friend,” she shook her head. “Looks like something he would wear.”

“This isn’t my normal choice.” she tried to defend, lying through her teeth. “Tony said we were going to the track today, so I figured I didn’t wanna wear anything that I wouldn't wanna get grease on.” Stupid freakin accent.

“Relax,” she stepped in closer, “never said it was a bad look. You wear it much better than he does.” She reached up, straightening the collar of Benn’s shirt. “Come on, let’s go eat. I’m starving.” She smiled leading the blonde to the door. 

Bennett grabbed her leather jacket on the way out. Trying to regulate her breathing again. 

Bennett pulled out Natalie’s chair at the table before taking her own seat. Their orders were taken and put on Stark’s tab.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Natalie gave a sheepish smile. She read the confusion on Bennett’s face and decided to explain further. “When I woke up this morning I realized I hadn’t kept to my side of the bed. I was afraid I ran you off.”

“No, I got up early to go for a run. You didn’t bother me.”

“I prefer to sleep with lots of blankets and the room super cold, I guess I underestimated how cold it was going to get.” A soft blush dusted her cheeks as she admitted this. 

“The big bad Russian got cold,” Bennett smiled. 

“I wasn’t the only one, you were shaking too.” She saw Bennett’s expression faulter for just a second before resuming it’s normal grin. 

“Yeah well next time we have to share you aren’t allowed to touch the thermostat.” Bennett thanked the waiter as he left their meals. 

Natalie took the joke as a good sign. “You think we will have to room together again?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me.” She shrugged. 

They continued talking through breakfast, that is until Tony walked around the corner. “Ladies, I trust you slept well.” He shot Bennett a wink. 

“Just fine, Mr. Stark” Natalie responded for the both of them. 

“Good to hear. Ms. Rushman I am going to have to steal Bennett for a while if you don’t mind.” He ruffled her hair. Bennett glared at him for the childish gesture. Making the gel hold was hard enough without his help. 

“Of course, Mr. Stark. I have a few things to go over before Ms. Potts arrives. Where would you like me to set reservations for lunch?” She knew her job well. 

“Anywhere in the resort you want, my treat.” He smiled at her. He dropped two gym bags in Bennet’s lap, “come on kid I reserved us a nearby boxing studio for the next couple of mornings.”

Reserved not a boxing ring but the whole school, of course. Bennett threw back the last of her orange juice, rolling her eyes at Tony. Natalie let out a soft chuckle. “See ya later, Nat” she said softly enough that she could hear but not Tony.

“Watch out for his sweep,” the redhead teased.

“That was a one time thing,” Bennett said, hurrying to catch up to Tony hearing her laugh again. 

“So how was your night with your redhead?” Tony asked.

“Boss, you do realize it is my job to keep everyone safe. I can’t do that if I don’t even know who all is here” her voice was laced with irritation.

“Let me rephrase. How was she? You were all cuddly at breakfast, something had to happen.” She made no response. “Come on. She is the first woman you have looked at since Emily and I have literally had you in a room full of naked women and you never glanced at one of them.” Happy opened the car door for Tony.

“Ms. Rushman and I may become friends over time,” she replied coolly as she climbed in the other side of the car. 

“Come on, Kid, we both know your redhead is hot as hell. You didn’t even try to make a move?” He questioned.

“Tony, she’s not my anything. She isn’t anything more than possibly a friend. I’m not ready for anything else. Nothing is going to happen between me and Nat.” Bennett felt the heat creep up the back of her neck and tamped it down, correcting herself. “Ms. Rushman.”

“Why not? You’re charming and charismatic, I would like to think I have been a good influence in that department. Besides she needs a reason to stay around, my assistants never seem to hang around very long.” Tony pulled the car up to an old brick building with a pair of boxing gloves painted on the side. 

“I’m not ready for anything like that. As far as your assistants go maybe if you didn’t sleep with them and then forget them they would hang around. How did you manage to not run Pepper off?”

He seemed to think for a moment. “She never fell for my charm.”

“So she has brains and morals,” Bennett opened the door to the gym and followed Tony in.

“Or she’s gay but I highly doubt that.” 

Bennett dropped their bags down on one of the benches and they began to stretch for the morning’s workout. 

Bennett winced, she might have gone a little too hard on Tony. She noticed him slightly favoring his right leg. He made one too many "your redhead" comments and she kinda lost it. Which in the end only encouraged him that much more. So maybe she didn't feel too bad about his limp. They made sure to leave with enough time to shower and change before meeting Pepper. 

Stepping off the elevators Tony and Bennett were immediately greeted by the sight of Pepper and Happy coming through the lobby doors. 

Tensions seemed to rise more every time Pepper and Tony were in the same room. “Ms. Potts, good flight?” Bennett smiled at her friend.

“As always,” she greeted the girl warmly. Her face dropped suddenly. 

“Mr. Stark, we have a few photographers here, if you and Ms. Potts wouldn’t mind.” Natalie entered the room turning the couple toward the few members of the press present. 

Press appeased and the schedule set, Bennett followed Tony and Pepper around the corner. To keep away wandering eyes. “What is she doing here?” Pepper snapped.

“Assisting me. That’s what a personal assistant does correct?” Tony answered.

“Where did she stay?” Pepper was fuming.

“Here at the hotel with the rest of us. I had her book three rooms.” Tony’s nonchalance only made things worse.

“Yes I saw a double and two singles. If you had a single and I have a single and Bennett and Happy are sharing the double, where did Ms. Rushman sleep?” Her tone was accusatory and she stepped closer to Tony with every sentence.

Bennett had to stop a few people before they reached the hallway. Tony and Pepper fighting was the last publicity they needed. 

“Actually,” Tony’s voice took on a self-righteous tone, “Happy and I split the double Natalie and Bennett shared one of the singles.”

Pepper didn’t have an immediate answer so Tony pushed past Benn headed toward the bar. Pepper followed only steps behind. Today was already more stressful than yesterday and it wasn’t even 10 o’clock yet. To make matters worse Justin Hammer  sat only a few seats from Tony. Hammer ran a “rival” company. In the limited interaction Bennett had had with the man; he was just another Tony-Stark-wanna-be. They bantered back and forth for a time before Natalie came to let everyone know the table was ready.

Pepper started toward the table, Tony tapped Bennett’s shoulder saying he would be right back.  He headed toward the restroom. 

She watched Natalie as she and Pepper talked. Pepper made no secret what she thought of Natalie but as she watched them they appeared to be best friends. Either Pepper was a damn good actress or Natalie was charismatic as hell. The corners of Natalie’s lips quirked up in a smile and the blonde couldn’t stop hers from following the same path. Their eyes caught across the room, brown meeting green. Pepper followed her gaze and the two women shared a secret smile and a few whispers, before turning back to their work for the day. 

Tony grabbed her bicep as he re-entered the restaurant. “Come on, Kid. Let’s go to the track.”

She nodded glancing over her shoulder at Natalie one more time as they left. 

At the track Bennett's blood immediately started to race. The sound of the engines and the smell of the exhaust fumes was enough to kick her adrenaline into high gear. A race like this was a completely new experience and it was awesome. Standing with the pit crew she got a good look at the car before the race. It was a work of art, but then again Tony bought it. So that wasn't surprising. Tony walking onto the track in a racing suit was her first clue that something was off.

 “What’s the use of having and owning a race car if you don’t drive it?” He tapped her shoulder with his helmet and climbed in the seat. “Boss, are you sure about this?” she grabbed the wheel.

“Absolutely not,” he called as he pulled into traffic with the other cars.

The first several turns of the race went great. After relaxing it was actually exhilarating watching Tony. She almost envied him. 

 The crowd cheered the racers on. Excitement grew as they neared the start of the second lap. That was when Bennett noticed one of the track officials walk onto the track. His suit began to burn and sizzle melting off him down to his waist. An arc reactor was strapped to his chest and he held two whips of pure energy. He sliced through the first car that crossed the line. Then made his way walking into traffic with purpose. It didn’t take long to figure out what that purpose was; Tony. He sliced through the front of Tony’s car and stalked after the car as it flipped across the road. 

Tony managed to climb out of the car but he didn’t stand a chance against this man on his own. Not without Ironman. The man slapped the whips across the ground sending sparks flying. Knowing trouble was coming Bennett ducked behind a pillar and sent Happy a text “Tony needs the case.” 

The space was secluded enough. Happy needed time. Tony needed a distraction. She ran a hand through her hair knowing she was going to regret this. Bennett took a deep breath and tapped the cuffs first to the pendent then to each other. When she saw the cuffs extended up her arms forming the  bracers, she knew it was game time.  

“You know,” her voice came out contorted. It didn't sound right, it was smoother with an almost musical quality. Tony could fix that later. “I thought dominatrix and archeology professors were the only ones that used whips anymore”

“This no concern you. Leave now.” Without even turning he flicked one of the whips in her direction. Side stepping she threw her left arm out in a block. The whip was longer than it appeared or she had misjudged the distance between her and the man as the end caught her in the chest. She inhaled sharply, eyes watering. This was gonna hurt a lot. “Sorry, but I can’t do that.”

He lashed one whip out followed immediately by the other. Bennett ducked one but the next hit wrapped up her arm burning wherever the bracer didn’t protect. He released her, kicking her across the track and stalking towards Tony.  “Not much of a conversationalist, got it.”

She had another idea. He continued to slash at Tony. It was probably not a great idea but still an idea. 

“Hey Grease Lightning, I said leave him alone.” Crap it was hard to make this voice sound intimidating. But it worked to a degree. The man turned his head and slung his whip towards her neck. She ducked, leaning back and let it reach its full extent before grabbing the tail with her gloved hand and jerking forward as hard as possible. As the man was pulled forward with the force, she chambered a kick in tight. As he flew forward she drove her heel into his stomach as deep as she could. Then spun out into another fighting stance. By this point Tony was back up. 

The two kept the man busy. Bennett took as many hits for Tony as she could and prayed Happy would get here soon. “Aim everything at the straps,” Tony instructed. 

From that point on every kick and every punch had one goal to loosen the straps holding the arc reactor in place. A well placed push kick had Tony tumbling across the ground. 

Bennett rushed in. Whips are a ranged weapon. They are hard to attack with from point blank range. She got in tight and refused to let up. Wearing out his body or trying to. She managed to hit a few pressure points and thought she might have been getting the upper hand until she felt the whip wrap around her ankle. Her feet were ripped from underneath her and her head hit the asphalt. She felt the gash and knew there was blood. 

The man grabbed her, lifting her from the ground by her neck and began to squeeze. He pulled her to his face. The smell of his putrid breath overwhelming her senses. “I told you to stay out of it little girl.” His grip tightened suddenly and she felt her trachea collapse. Followed by a few vertebrae sliding out of alignment. Her body went limp and he dropped her lifeless form.

Knowing you will survive doesn't take away all the fear. For a moment she considered death  as she waited for her windpipe to fix itself. 

At the sound of a car explosion she jumped and crawled back to her feet anxious to see a sign that Tony was alive. They were both against the fence, Tony and the man. She followed Tony’s gaze to see Happy speeding up the track towards them in the luxury car they were using while in Monaco. Happy must have gotten the text. 

The Rolls slammed the man into the fence Tony leaping out of the way at the last moment. Bennett's ears were still ringing and she was a little out of it as she made her way to the others. She didn’t remember much other than getting Pepper from the car, to safety and telling Happy to follow as the two men fought. 

Once she got several yards and several more concrete barriers between them and the fight, she had her first coherent thought. “Where’s Natalie?” They both looked confused. So she repeated the question. “Where is Natalie? She was with you two when I left.”

“I don’t know. She didn’t come with us. I’m not sure where she went. How do you even…” Pepper’s confusion seemed to clear slightly, and morph into anger, “Bennett?”

Bennett looked down seeing the bracers and remembering the rest of the costume that although invisible to her was still active. “Hey, Pep.” The authorities arrived to take the man away and Tony walked towards the others. 

Pepper fixed him with a glare. "We are going home now." Vacation was over.

The police kept Tony at hand until he could speak to his attacker. Bennett waited at the station with him. When they came to lead him back he told Bennett to stay in the lobby. She reluctantly obeyed. 

She paced the length of the room more times than she cared to count as she waited for Tony to return. As she turned to begin another lap, the door to the cells and offices was pulled open hitting the wall with a sharp crack. 

Tony stalked by her and signalled for her to follow him to his car. Once buckled in they left for the airport where Pepper and the others would be waiting. 

“Boss, who was that guy?”

“His name is Ivan Vanko. He claimed that the arc reactor was his father’s idea.” 

Tony looked as confused as Bennett felt. “But it’s not.”

“No.”

“So what did he want? Notoriety?”

“He said...He wanted to take me down but he missed. We are fine, kid, don’t worry.” He gave her a smile.

There was more to the story she knew but she let it slide. “Is he going to be a threat anymore?”

“Nah, we are home free.” He revved the engine and sped the rest of the way to the air strip. 

[szopenhauer]

What type of friend are you?  funny mom friend so like... dad friend? XD 

Have you ever been friends with someone for longer than 7 years? nah

Do you have a family member you hate? could say so

Does your family accept who you are? it’s complicated

Have you ever puked in school or at work? luckily not

Do you hate puking or does it make you feel better? hate 

Have you ever coughed up blood? nope

Do you lie to your doctor? sometimes we all have to but nothing important

Have you ever been misdiagnosed? yup

Do you think you have an disorder but havent been properly diagnosed yet? that too

Is self diagnosing good or bad? depends

Do you think sex is overated? it is

Is it important for both genders to understand eachothers bodies? I’m not dating men, I don’t want to have a son and I am not a doctor so I don’t care about male bodies, sorry

If someone was a virgin and was raped, did they lose their virginity? ...

Have you ever dated someone more than twice your age? nooo

Have you ever been cut off by a bartender because you were too drunk? I don’t drink

Have you ever borrowed money from your mom & lied about why you needed it? I don’t think so

Have you ever dated someone just because they had money? no

Have you ever lied to your spouse about the money you spent shopping? it wasn’t a lie but I bend the truth a little 

Have you ever gone on a first date with no underwear? I might go without a bra but because I don’t wanna wear it and not because I might have sex 

Do you treat attractive people better than others who aren’t as attractive? nope

Are you more comfortable with friends that are less attractive than you? not less but not more as more attractive might make me feel insecure at times

Have you ever hated a job to the point that you tried to get fired? I would if they let me stay in few places but luckily they didn’t care much about me as their worker hahaha

Have you ever lied about your weight on a driver license? there is weight on a driving license? :o

Have you ever lied during a job interview? meh

Have you ever lied to your boss to get out of work? I exaggerated feeling sick once to not get a job in a horrible place if that counts

Have you ever lied under oath in court? I wouldn’t!

Have you ever bought alcohol for someone underage? I said NO

Have you ever switched tags on an item to pay less for it? I only took tag from an identical item, just different color, as someone tore it out before and I really wanted that particular color, so no

Have you taken any pics of yourself that you wont want your parents to see? umm... yeah ^^”

Did you ever tell your BF/GF you like their outfit when you really didn’t? there are different types of like - like as I would want to wear that myself and like as I enjoy it in general but also like it on particular person etc. 

Do you feel accepted by your BF/GF ’s family? could be worse lol

Do you lie about your age? what for if everybody think I’m younger anyway

Would you risk your life to save a total stranger? maybe

Have you ever trashed your ex’s car after an argument? hell no

Have you ever snuck out of the house to go out with friends? not really

Have you ever shoplifted? no way

Have you ever done something because of peer pressure you are ashamed of? yup Have you ever been embarrassed to introduce your parents to anyone? omg

Have you ever held back a well deserved compliment because you were jealous? I don’t recall

Do you guilt people into giving you what you want? hope not, I try not to, it’s manipulative and I already am seen this way due to my BPD so... 

Would most ppl consider you better than average looking? pfft Would you prefer to have hot body or high IQ? good health

Are you embarrassed to tell people your job? I’m ashamed to tell them that I don’t have a job 

Would you give up your car to save the planet? if I had one...

Are you more likely to believe a man or woman? woman :x

Has your credit card ever been declined? I don’t use a credit card

If you ran over an animal would you keep driving? oh no...

Do you think your parents are too critical of you? my mother is

Ever blame a sibling for something you did wrong? I usually have to take the blame for her instead

Have you ever accepted credit for someone else’s work? just my alters lmfao

Did you ever buy something expensive,wear it once and return it? I didn’t, I have no money to buy and no heart to act like this either

Have you ever re-gifted something? shitload of times

Do you really care about saving the planet for future generations? not for future ppl, just for itself

Do you own anything from IKEA? not furniture 

What was the last task that you required the use of scissors for? I just dropped them and let them lay on the floor under the table because I am unable to reach ‘em

Look around the room and name any item that’s grey. stuffed bad from Biedronka that I got on a flea market

Do you know what any of your close friends did yesterday afternoon? me and M. been spending time together while my parents were at home

Can you recall the last time you woke up in a bad mood? Why was that? I always do?...

Who was the last person to send you a message with a heart emoji? my gf obviously

Does your hometown have many good bookshops? none

What would be your typical outfit for a party? I don’t attend parties 

If your girlfriend/​​boyfriend broke up with you tonight, what would you do? oh...

last dream you had: K. 3D printed or smth almost identical album as the ones I had as a baby and her and my current partner gave it to me as a gift :3

do you think a lot of people think bad things about you? I aware of that

is your best friend pissing you off at this exact moment? I informed my father that I dropped scissors and now as I picked them up he asked me when and how they ended up there while I told him about it few minutes ago - I was more worried than annoyed tbh

Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? she’s taking a nap

Sex ruins relationships, right? it can happen

Last person to stand up for you? hmm...

The last person you kissed, how many times have you cried in front of them? I lost count which is weird because I cry in front of my family members only (not even my grandma until I was a baby), I know that sometimes I cry in public but because I don’t give a fuck about strangers as much as I used to, close ones in the other hand... Nat hates the most when someone sees him so vulnerable

Something good going to happen tomorrow? doubt it

The last person you kissed hates you. Why? would have reasons

What do you usually do when the clock turns 11:11? it’s a secret you can unlock in a very high level of our relationship

Do you like your cell phone? it’s ok

So, what if you married the last person you kissed? we’re engaged so that dream ain’t that unreal

Have you ever had a really big fight with a best friend? uh oh

Do you plan on moving out within the next year? I wish

What are you listening to at the moment? mom and dad talking <rolling my eyes>

Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? or never

What’s your favorite high school memory? I have a bunch of those

Do you wish you had more money? absolutely

Team Jacob or Team Edward? team hate Twilight

Do you have a problem with bisexual, gay, or bicurious people? with bicurious maybe, definitely not gay

Have you ever held hands with the opposite sex? I have

Are you a patient person? weirdly unpatient Do you think you are a good person? am not

Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough? ewww

Is there a difference between the word ‘best friend’ and ‘friend’? there is 

How was your week? rollerclaster XD

Does it bother you when an artist remakes a song that one has previously done? usually

When was the last time you cried? recently

What letter is the song you’re listening to under? M if vocalist/band B if title of the song

Would you rather visit the 60s or 70s? 60s I guess

Do your socks say anything on them? I have no socks with anything said on them

Name a TV channel that only has three letters in it. BBC

Gray or Grey? grey

Will you be buying concert tickets any time soon? I won’t

Have you seen the movie The Perks of Being a Wallflower? Did you like it? yasss, it was fine

How many weddings have you been to? less than 5

When you smile, are you confident? I am not

Have you ever not done something because you were afraid of getting in trouble? of course

Was the weather beautiful today? it’s cold

Do you have to have a fan on when you sleep? I don’t own a fan Would you rather have an orange, red or gray bedroom? walls? orange 

Would you ever dye part of your hair blue? why not whole

Is Finding Nemo a favorite movie of yours? I dislike it

Does/Did your school have a uniform? middle school only and that was a great idea

Turn on the TV. What channel are you on? not gonna

What’s your favorite thing to do? nothing

If your house was haunted, what would you do? depends

What’s worse: Slow internet or slow walkers? slow internet

Are you a fast or slow walker? which alter? :P

Do you usually have to wear a belt with your pants? I must buy belt for Nat

Are you usually the person to try new things with your hair? no comment

What age do you look forward to reaching? I live on borrowed air...

What exercise do you hate the most? awkward ones

Do you know anyone that has a gecko as a pet? no

What color shirt is your mom wearing today? she’s wearing a striped pajama and light blue sweater atm

Does any part of your body hurt right now? mor than one

Do you like Greek Mythology? not a fan

When was the last time you had Pepsi? ages ago

What was the last question you answered, not on surveys? it was more an order than a question coming from my mom 

Do you own anything Polo? used to

Do you know anyone with exaggeratedly big muscles? neighbor

What is your favorite endangered animal? are elephants still endangered?

Do you like to dance? kinda, from time to time Who was the last person who screamed your name? mom’s calling me again, grrr...

Which underwater creature do you find the most badass? what do you mean?

How do you usually find out what the weather will be like for the next week? someone tells me, I ignore them, they were wrong all along

Why have/haven’t you joined Twitter? I left as it was boring and irritating Are you good at rhyming? but don’t like to rhyme

When’s the last time you were woken up in an obnoxious way? lately it’s common

Why do you/don’t you enjoy horror movies? they’re disgusting and pointless

Do you have any celebrity’s perfume? I don’t use perfume

How well do you do at Scrabble? in polish or english?

Who is your favorite Scooby-Doo character? Velma I suppose

Have you ever played or been interested in playing World Of Warcraft? been interested, liked the movie

What kind of cake/other dessert treat did you have for your last birthday? nothing?

Who do you think does the best job at cartoon voiceovers? Jarosław Boberek 

Does your dad wear a watch all the time? years ago frequently

How much ice cream do you think you’d be able to eat before you got sick? only a bit

Do you know anybody under 40 with grey hair? I have some myself

Do you think you have the potential to be a good stalker? oh well...

Why did you read the last book that you read? I watched film and heard it has a different ending so wanted to check it out

Have you ever cross-dressed? clothes have no gender but I drew mustaches and such 

Which sport are you the best at playing? unihokej/floorball or however it’s called

Do you know anyone who has gotten pregnant despite using contraception? possibly

What would you do if you were in that situation? I’m an asexual and I’m into girls

Are you planning on buying a house in the near future? not possible

Do you prefer on-campus classes or online classes? online

What was your favorite family vacation you went on as a kid? personal

What’s something about you that others might find unpleasant or off-putting? my skin for example (not color)

What gaming consoles do you own? I only play PC and android 

Have you ever been so sick you had to be taken to the hospital? been to ER few times

Do you know any lesbian couples? I’m in one ;)

Have you ever lived in an apartment building?  just when I was staying with my grandmother

What was the last topic you asked someone for their opinion or advice on? not sure which was last

Is your house visible on Google Street View?- barely

What’s the largest thing you currently have in your refrigerator? *shrug*

Do you know anyone who has never had a pet? I believe

Would you ever get a tattoo on your collar bone? no thx

Would you take the 3 minute beatdown to be in a gang? neither Do you check your texts right away when you receive them? not every single time, it’s impossible!

Does it make you uncomfortable when you receive a compliment? sorta, I think they’re lying/want something or make fun of me (even if just slightly teasing for fun)

When you are home alone at night and hear strange noises, are you afraid someone is going to break in? I’m more “ghost” type of person hahaha

Do you wake up cranky? mhm

What is on your wrists right now? sleeves

Are you a beach, country, or city person? country or small town

Are you an official couple with the last person you kissed? we are 

What’s the greatest thing that happened to you today? ex - I got a gift and found a shirt for Nat and myself :3

How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids? -

Are you waiting for something? food

Something you do a lot? suffer

How many chances do you tend to give people before enough is enough? it’s not about the amount

What’s a fact about the last person you kissed? she likes hugs

How long have you liked the person you like? it’s a long story 

Did anyone see you kiss the last person you kissed? not our last kiss

Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? I worry

Have you ever given your ALL to someone who walked away?

Have you ever kissed the last person you texted? we kissed 

Are you one of those people who are always cold? not always but often

Do you tend to waste a lot of money? I still feel like it even tho I don’t, I thrift often but spend little for those trinkets

Did you sing at all today? może coś nuciłam, nie pamiętam, w headspace?

Would you rather be able to control the weather or control traffic? weather

Do you own any articles of clothing with skulls on it? gave it away to John

Are you faster at text messaging or typing on the computer? typing on the computer

In your opinion which is the stronger emotion: love or hate? hate

Tongue piercings - cute or trashy? trashy

When it comes to jeans: skinny, flared or boot cut? skinny

Would you rather be a star ballerina or a star break dancer? none

They say diamonds are a girls best friend; what do you say? I don’t care for diamonds

Has anybody ever told somebody one of your secrets? plenty of times

Do you get on better with funny or serious people? smth in between

Do you have mood swings around the time of the month? I don’t need period to have mood swings, it’s stereotypical!

Have your friends met the last person you kissed? aha

What if you got stuck in a lift with the last person who Facebook messaged you? we would end up having sex? jk

When/where did your last hug take place? today

Have your parents ever told you about their love lives, and any previous relationships they had before they met? kind of

Do you and your friends have any inside jokes? and with family 

When you listen to music, do you ever find that the songs affect your moods and change how you feel? no shit Sherlock!

What’s one thing about today that you didn’t like? don’t wanna talk about all that

Who is the last person that you said i love you to, besides family members? my fiancee

Would you ever go back to any of your past relationships? done

Do you still talk to the first person you kissed? we’re together again

Do you have a picture of you kissing someone? :D

What’s a cuss word you use often? there’s a whole list

Who’s the last guy you texted? dad

Have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head? this question...

Do you remember the first conversation you had with the person you have feelings for? I remember how we met

Do you believe that people talk about you behind your back? ha!

If you had twins, would you give them rhyming names? yuk

What are you listening to? Tame Impala - Let It Happen

Did you do something mean to someone today? she deserved it!

Is there anyone that you wish was IN your life who used to be? babcia...

Give us a lyric from a song you’re listening to: The truth of it is it doesn’t get better than this

Is your birthday in less than 6 months? whoops

What brings out the worst in you? better not say that out loud

How’re you feeling right now? bad

Are you afraid of the future? very

Do you believe in true love? I’m trying

Do you believe that every one has a soul-mate? not everybody

Was today a good day? should be better

What woke you up this morning? woke up on my own

Do you look people in the eye when you talk to them? I don’t 

Have you ever played naked twister? wut...

Is your hair longer than your shoulders? not yet and don’t plan to keep it that long

Would you get in trouble if you came home drunk? that would be a shock to my family (and to me)

Do you ever think about things and start to worry? 100% of the time

Are you one to get annoyed easily? that me!

Is the last person you kissed yours? we don’t own ppl...

Was it a boy or a girl to text you first today? girl

Are you scared of spiders? am not

Do you hate the last boy who talked to you? I love my parent

Do you tend to make things complicated? not on purpose

Have you ever gotten to the point where you’ve said “I’m done trying”? gqe1gIQASGCK...

Do you think things will change in the next few months? I’m afraid for worse 

Do you like when people play with your hair? it’s strange

What are you wearing right now? bluzę w czarne i białe paski, zieloną bluzkę z długimi rękawami i szare legginsy z niebieskim wzorkiem

Ever feel like you have been replaced? more than once

Would you rather write a paper or give a speech? write

Are you lying to yourself about something? thx a lot for this ask...

Is the person you last texted single? she’s with me

Do you think any of your exes will eventually want to be with you again? tha hell

If you could move away, no questions asked, where would you move to? just my own apartment

Which do you prefer, relationship or a one-night-stand? relationship

[thevelvetseries]

The Halstead’s (Part 2)

Overall Summary : This story will follow Will Halstead, Jay Halstead and Y/N Halstead. We all know Will as being a Third-Year Attending Physician in Emergency Medicine at Gaffney Chicago, and Jay Halstead as a detective at the 21st district. Y/N Halstead is a 17 year old girl about to start her senior year of high school. She is a grade A student and always does the right thing. One night her friend hosts a party and Y/N loosens up and get a little drunk. What consequences will follow?

Pairing : Jay Halstead x Sister Reader / Will Halstead x Sister Reader

Warnings : Fluff, Angst, Implied Smut, Pregnancy, Brotherly Love, Natalie Bonding, Passing Out

Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

It’s been two weeks since Shay’s party. I’m currently on my way to the 21st district from being at school all day. I make my way inside and walk over to Trudy. I know most people can be scared of her, but for some reason I can see her for who she is. She is an amazing powerful woman and know what she likes and won’t take shit from anybody.

“Hey Trudy, how have you been today?” I ask while taking my bag off from my shoulder. She looks up from the computer and looks at me. I open my bag and get out the fudge I bought on the way home.

“It’s been a slow day. How was school?” She asked while drinking some of her coffee.

“It was ok, nothing out of the ordinary.” I say while offering her some of my fudge, she take some.

“Well that’s good, Need me to buzz you up” I smile at her and nod. I grab my bag and head over to the gate waiting for the gate to open, to I could head upstairs. I reached the top of the stairs and everyone looks at me with smiles. “Hey kiddo” Antonio says while getting up to give me a hug. I say hi to everyone; Adam, Haley, Kevin, Kim and Hank before waking over and sitting of Jays desk and eating some of the fries that he has left over from his lunch even though they were cold they tasted like heaven. Who doesn’t love cold fries?

After awhile I move into the break room to leave the team to work, and so I was out of the way. I was laying down on the small couch reading my book. I’ve always been into reading books and definitely reading them before and after the movies to see what they did or didn’t out in the film. While waiting for Jay to finish work, I got a little hungry and wanted a little snack so I wouldn’t ruin my dinner. Flapjack with peanut butter smoothed on top has always been a favourite of mine since I was a child. When it got to around 8pm Jay walked into the break room to let me know he was done for the day before we headed back home. Jay was staying with me tonight since Will was at work until the morning. We got home and made dinner and then relaxed for the rest of the day watching TV.

When I woke up the next morning I got out of bed, instantly missing the heat and started to feel uneasy. My stomach was starting to turn. I cover my mouth and rush into my bathroom and throw up into toilet, everything I had ate over the past 24hours. When I head a small knock on my bathroom door.

“Hey Y/N, you ok in there?” Jay said sounding concerned from the other side of the door.

I take a deep breath and wiped my mouth “Yeah I’m ok.” I said while trying to get my breathing under control. Once I could breath again I flushed the toilet, washed my face and opened to door and came face to face with a very concerned brother. I give him a small smile and opened my arms for a hug.

“You sure you’re ok sweets” he asked while rubbing a hand up and down my bad in comfort. I just nodded and we headed off down to the kitchen to have breakfast and head off to school.

It’s lunchtime and I’m currently sitting in the cafeteria with Veronica, Shay, Spencer, Chloe, Jeff, Dean making plans for this weekend. We were thinking of going to the drive in movie theatre across town. They were playing the movie ‘Rebel Without a Cause’ starring James Dean.

“Why not, it’ll be fun. We can take Jeff’s care and make a night of it” Shay said while eating her salad.

“It’ll be somewhat fun. But we need more things to do than watch a movie. We can do that any night” Veronica said.

“We could stop by that nice burger place on the way” I say as I laid my head on Jeff’s shoulder and plopped a berry in my mouth. Jeff kisses my head and agrees. Me and Jeff have always had this type of relationship. We’ve been best friends since we were 5 and it’s been a hell of a ride. We knew everything about each other and was always there when something was going on. Yes sometimes we would have sex the occasional hookup but that was ok, we knew where we stood with each other and we never were going to cross that line.

When school finished, I met Jeff by his car since he picked my up this morning. We spent the past hour driving around the city of Chicago with Jeff, while eating a double cheeseburger and large fries. “How are you still hungry, we had lunch like 2 hours ago.” Jeff says while I’m shovelling fries into my mouth.

I turn my head to face him “I don’t know it’s just lately all I want to do is eat. Don’t care what it is I just want food” I say feeling a little bad about myself. Yes I have been eating a lot more than I normally do. It’s just like one day I woke up and a switch flipped in my body and all I wanted to do was eat.

Jeff immediately spoke up “Hey, I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing, I kinda like the fact you can eat she same amount as me now.” He laughs out. I continued finishing my food before Jeff dropped my home. But it stayed on my mind why suddenly was I eating too much.

When I entered the house I headed straight to my room and closed the door. I just got a rush of emotions and I just broke down into tears. I’m not sure what going on, why is this happening. Every since I was little I didn’t eat a lot of food. I wasn’t a big eater, but now I’m eating all the time.

I head a knock on my door. I look up from the floor and I could hear Natalie from the other side of the door. “Hey sweetie. Me and Will just got back from shift we brought some dinner with us.” I get up off the floor and open to door and came face to face with a concerned Natalie.

She looked at me and noticed that I had been crying she reaches out to me and pulls me into a hug. “what wrong, why have you been crying.”

“I don’t know” I say while looking at my hands. “It just lately I just haven’t been feeling myself you know. I don’t know what’s going on. It’s not like it’s a bit things. Some of my friends noticed that I’ve been eating a lot more than I normally do and when I got home that’s all I could hear and I just… I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.”

Natalie looks at me. I don’t know what she was thinking but she just held me in her arms. “Why don’t you come down stairs with me and we can have a nice meal and relax for the night” I nod and get up with her.

After a week I was adding some things to my calendar when I noticed that I hadn’t had my period this month. I stared at the calendar on my wall. I needed to make sure, I couldn’t go to the hospital as Will was working today and didn’t get off for a few more hours. I decided to head down to the drug stores and pick myself up some pregnancy tests that I could do from home. After 10 minutes I’m back home sitting on my bed with 4 pregnancy test boxes laid out in front of me, looking back at me. I was so focused on the boxes that I didn’t see was Natalie standing in the doorway looking at me.

“Y/N. Are you pregnant?” She asks. I jump out my skin and try to hide the boxes. Pointless as I know she had already saw them.

“I don’t know.” I say while looking down at my hands, tears starting to build in my eyes.

“When was the last time you got your period?” She asks while walking into my room closing the door behind her.

I looked up from my hands and looked Natalie in the eyes. No, no I can’t be pregnant I’m saying to myself over and over again in my head. There’s no way I can be pregnant. Tears start to appear in my eyes and I break down in Natalie’s arms.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok. Shhhh…. It’s going to fine. I promise you. The first things we need to do though is take a test to make sure ok. You already have one. Let take it and we can go from there.” She says.

I get up from my bed, collect the test and enter the bathroom. I read the instructions and take the test. After 5 minutes I have my answer. I’m pregnant.

My heart was racing. What was I going to do? How was I going to tell Jay and Will? OMG! How am I going to tell Jeff? My breathing started to pick up. It started to sound like I was underwater. I could hear banging in the door I knew it was Natalie because she was waiting for me to take the test. I couldn’t move. I just kept looking at the test. I slowly reach for the look on the door, and turn in. Suddenly the door flys open and I come Natalie.

“Hey. Hey look at me” she held my head in her hands to force me to look at her.

“Everything is going to be ok Y/N. We are all going to be there for you, me, will and Jay. You’re not going to be alone in this at all. We’re family.” Natalie says while holding me in her arms trying to sooth me.

I wipe my eyes, and look at her. “I don’t want Jay and Will to be disappointed in me. They both want me to go to college make a life for myself. I know that they didn’t want me to have a baby while I was still in high school. They’re going to hate me.” I cried out.

Natalie passed me a tissue “Y/N, they’re not going to hate you. They may be a little upset in the beginning but trust me, they won’t hate you. They love you too much for that to happen.”

“I can’t tell them. Not tonight.”

“That’s fine. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. Will should be home soon. I’m gonna order some food, and we are going to relax ok. Tomorrow you will come to the hospital after school and I’ll do some tests so we can make sure that everything is ok. Then will can go from there, but sweetie you are going to need to tell Will and Jay soon sweetie. They are going to find out soon enough.”

“Ok. Tomorrow. We could tell them tomorrow. I just need to rest.” I say while standing up and looking in the mirror.

I turn to Natalie “I’m just going to get cleaned up, you can go.”

It’s now the next day and I’m currently pacing outside the hospital, trying to psych myself up enough to go inside. I looking around looking at the trees, passing cars. I’m nervous and scared. I’ve been standing here long enough two ambulances have come and gone with new admissions. Now another one is coming along. Ambo 61, from firehouse 51 coming in. Gabby and Sylvie exist the Ambo and takes inside there patient. There inside for about 10 minutes and I’m still outside. Afraid to move.

Suddenly I get a tap on my shoulder. I was so lost in my own head that it scared me.

“OMG! Gabby. Please don’t do that” I breathed out when I notice it’s her.

“Hey, what you doing sitting outside for?” She asked

“I errmmm… sort of have an appointment with Natalie today. I’m having a ultrasound.” I say looking down at the ground.

She holds my hand and lifts up my head. “Hey, I’ve know you for a long time now, I’m here if you need me ok. I know this is going to be hard for you. I know. All you need to do now is see if that little one is ok.”

“Yeah. Ok.” I say while standing up and giving her a hug.

“It’s official, you still give better hugs than Antonio” I laugh out trying to make myself feel better.

Gabby heads back to the Ambo and I slowly make my way to the entrance and walk to the front desk.

“Hey, I was wondering if you get page Dr Natalie Manning for me please, she asked me to come see her today�� I say to the lady at the front desk.

About 5 minutes later Natalie comes through the doors and takes me into an exam room. She get me pee in a cup and take some bloods to have sent off to the lab. She then does the ultrasound, this was the part I was mostly scared for as I knew as soon as I saw the baby I knew that this would be real. She puts some cold lube on my stomach and starts the exam. The baby seemed to be healthy and growing normally and I’m currently 3 weeks along. She prints me out some photos and signs me out. Thankfully Will didn’t see me while I was there.

I head home know that as soon and Jay and Will get there my secret was going to become public knowledge to the two people who I love most in the world and never want to disappoint. I sat in the living room watching the nature channel while nervously waiting for the door to open. Around 8pm Jay, Will and Natalie come through the door. At this moment all I want to do is hide away in my room and stay locked away for as long as I can. We ate dinner and watched some TV until I see Natalie look at me. I knew what she wanted. I took and deep breath and stood up, all eyes were now on me.

“So. I have something that I want to say. I want you all to promise not to say anything until I am done talking and then you can yell at me.”

“Why would we yell at you?” Jay says while looking at my concerned. I could understand why, I’ve never acted like this ever in my life.

“Just promise me” I say. They all nod.

“I’m pregnant”

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Dancing With Ben Week 9

A Ben Hardy x Reader Fic A Night at the Movies - Quickstep

Summary: Reader is one of the pro dancers on Dancing With the Stars. It’s her second season on the show, and this time, her partner is none other than Ben Hardy. Will they win the Mirror Ball? Maybe they’ll win something even more meaningful!

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A/N: Kinda angsty this chapter, but I hope y’all like! Next chapter, we’re gonna meet someone in Y/N’s life and learn more about her so I hope you’re excited for that!

Week 1  Week 2  Week 3  Week 4 Week 5  Week 6  Week 7  Week 8

Week 9 here we go!!!

When you woke up the next day, still in Ben’s embrace, you smiled to yourself. You felt so in love. Like you could burst into song at any moment. It was that feeling you saw in the movies and heard about in songs. Now you had it for yourself. You had never felt this way about a boyfriend. It scared you a little to have fallen so hard and so quickly, but it also thrilled you. It was Ben, after all. And you trusted him completely. 

He stirred awake shortly after you. His smile matched your own. 

“Good morning,” he said groggily. 

“Morning,” you returned, stretching to peck him on the lips. 

“Wish we didn’t have to go to rehearsal today,” he said, snuggling impossibly closer to you. 

“Me too,” you said with a sigh. “But at least we’ll be together.”

“Only I can’t kiss you,” he pointed out. 

“Well then, you’ll need to get all your kissing in now,” you teased. 

He rolled on top of you and you giggled before he pressed his lips into yours. It was a hot, lazy kiss. But everything was still there from the night before. The passion you both felt. The deep care. 

“Mmm, baby,” you hummed. “We’re gonna be late.”

“Who cares?” he mumbled back. 

He just pressed his lips to your neck. You sighed and pushed him gently off you. 

“Come on,” you said. “We gotta get up.”

He groaned but you got up together. When you got to your feet you winced a bit.

“You alright?” he asked.  

“Ben,” you said with disbelief. “I’m a little sore.”

The smug look on his face made you roll your eyes. 

“Shut up,” you laughed. “It’s just been a while.”

“How long?” he asked. 

You looked at the floor as you tugged on your leggings. “I don’t wanna say.”

He pulled his gym shorts on. “How long?”

“A year,” you admitted, throwing on a sports bra and shirt. 

His mouth fell open. “A year?! I have a hard time believing that.”

“It’s true,” you insisted as a blush spread across your cheeks. 

He sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. 

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, kissing your cheek. “Although you are awfully cute when you blush.” 

You kissed him. He inhaled deeply as you moved your lips together, lacing his fingers in your hair. When you broke apart, you were both breathless and smiling. 

“You sure you don’t want an orgasm to start your day?” he teased.

“Well, one can’t hurt,” you replied with a playful shrug. 

He gave you three. 

When you walked into rehearsal, you were somewhere between having too much energy and being completely exhausted. Your body was tired but your heart was ready to dance and dance and dance. 

“What have we got this week, coach?” he asked after you both had your mics on. 

You smiled. “I think this week’s theme is right up your alley,” you said. “A night at the movies.”

“Oh, I do like that,” he said. “And what style of dance have we got?”

“Quickstep,” you told him. “It’s a lot of energy so I hope you’re ready.”

“I think it’s safe to say I’ve got more energy than you this morning,” he said with a wink. 

You struggled to keep a relaxed expression since you couldn’t give away anything in front of the cameras. When he winked at you with that smirk on his face you wanted to kiss him so bad, and really see who had more energy than who. 

You cleared your throat. “Well. Basics of quickstep, let’s get started.” 

The lighthearted mood of the morning was dampened a little when Ben struggled with the quickstep. You had to take the steps extremely slow, really breaking them down. You had to guide his body with your hands several times, and still he would miss a movement. He sighed in frustration and called for a break. 

“It’s okay,” you said as you sipped your water. “Quickstep is difficult. Even faster than the jive. No one gets it on their first try.”

He only nodded. You put a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

“You’ll get there,” you said soothingly. “Remember you weren’t perfect at the samba at first. But you had it down by the end of the week.”

“This is a lot more difficult,” he said. 

“It is but I believe in you,” you told him. “You can do this.”

You started again, but still he wasn’t getting it. Progress was slower on this one than on any dance you had previously done. For some reason, Ben just couldn’t get there. The longer it went on, the more frustrated he became. He was getting to a point where he was acting unpleasant. 

“Ben, relax,” you said, trying not to sound as irritated as your felt. You took another break. Rehearsal had already run fairly late into the evening. “It’s only the first day. You don’t have to beat yourself up.”

“I just don’t know why I’m struggling so much with this,” he complained. 

“We still have a whole week to make it work,” you said. 

“I already feel behind,” he said. 

“I get it,” you returned. “But please. Trust me when I say this doesn’t make you a bad dancer or a failure, okay?”

He nodded but said nothing. You tried to read his expression, but couldn’t. You looked at your watch and saw that it was almost eleven. 

“Let’s call it a night,” you suggested. “I don’t think there’s anything else we can do right now.”

Again, he only nodded. The crew seemed relieved that you were ending your rehearsal at last and they could also go home. You took off your mic packs and started to gather your things. You and Ben walked silently out to your car. He didn’t even hold your hand or anything. You began to wonder if last night was a mistake. That you had tainted the partnership now that you had slept together. The thought made your hands shake as you started the engine and Ben slid into the passenger seat. 

“I think I’m gonna stay at the hotel tonight,” he said. “Get some rest.”

That stung. Tears pricked your eyes but you blinked them away. 

“Okay,” you said, your voice a few octaves higher than usual. 

In silence, you drove him to his hotel. When you pulled up to the lobby, you looked over at him at last. 

“Have I done something wrong?” you asked. 

“No, not at all,” he assured you. “I’m just...I don’t think I’d be very good company tonight.”

“You were kinda grumpy,” you said, trying to lighten the mood, but he didn’t laugh. 

“Good night, love,” he said, leaning over to kiss your lips lightly. 

“Good night,” you returned. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” he replied with a weak smile. 

He climbed out of the car and shut the door before you could say anymore. You watched him walk up to the door. He turned to give you one last wave before he disappeared inside. You could feel how ingenuine it was. It was like he was forcing himself to be your boyfriend right now. Your heart rate quickened at this and you began to panic. You felt a wave of guilt wash over you. How could you have let this happen? 

When you got back to your apartment, you were sobbing. Tears just streamed down your cheeks as your threw the door open and retreated into your bedroom. You flopped onto the bed, opened your phone, and called the one person you could trust to talk about this. 

“Y/N?” said James sleepily when he picked up. 

“Sorry I woke you,” you blubbered. 

“What happened?”

You explained everything to him. He listened patiently because you were getting so emotional that you had to stop frequently to take deep breaths and settle yourself. When you were finished, he waited a moment before speaking so you could add any last minute details. When you didn’t, he spoke. 

“Y/N, I think you’re overanalyzing this,” he said. “I mean, maybe he really was just tired.”

“I mean, I was tired too, but I still wanted to be with him,” you replied. 

“I know, honey, but you hadn’t just struggled through a dance all day,” he continued. “He probably just needs his space. He’s tired, he’s frustrated, and not feeling great about himself. Let him process this.”

“Okay,” you whimpered, wiping your nose on your sheets. 

“I know how much you want to be there for him, Y/N,” he said. “But sometimes the best support is from a distance.”

“That makes sense,” you said. “I was just so worried that I ruined everything.”

“Didn’t he kiss you first?” he reminded you. “Besides, a relationship is a thing created and maintained by two people. Sex requires the participation of you and your partner. You alone did not mess anything up. If anything is ruined - which I doubt - it’s on Ben too.”

“Okay,” you said again. “Thank you, James. You always know what to say.”

“Anytime, Y/N,” he replied. “And don’t worry, not a word of this is leaving my room. I won’t even tell my boyfriend.”

You sighed with relief. “Thank you.”

“Look, you’ve kept my biggest secret,” he said. “I’d never betray yours.”

“I love you so much,” you told him. 

“I love you too,” he returned. “Now go to sleep. I think you need it.”

You said goodnight and hung up. You looked at your phone a moment longer. James had calmed you down, but you were still a little freaked out. You texted Ben just a kissing face emoji. Two minutes later he sent back a heart. That eased your mind. You could finally go to sleep. 

The next day, Ben arrived at rehearsal in better spirits. He gave you a warm hug and then you got right into stretches and warm ups. As you started the dance, he had improved. You looked at him, surprised. 

“Did you practice after rehearsal?” you asked. 

He looked at the floor shyly. “Well, yeah. I tried to recreate everything you’d shown me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you wondered. “I could have helped some more.”

“I just needed to figure it out,” he said with a shrug. 

“Well, you’ve gotten better,” you said. “Are you ready to get into the routine now?”

“Yeah, definitely,” he returned. 

“Okay, great!” you said. “So, today, it’ll just be the two of us but for the routine I have in mind, we’ll need some help from members of the troupe. Well, Gleb and Artem are helping. Brittney and Hailey are troupe members and they’ll be with us too.”

“Alright,” he said with a smile. 

As you got into the choreography, though, it got hard again. The pace was fast. He seemed to be trying very hard not to slip into the mood he was in the previous day, but his annoyance was clear. His mouth turned down and he was huffing a lot. He swore under his breath each time he missed a step or a turn. 

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “We’ll go through it again, slower this time.”

And you would. Step by step, count by count, you taught him the routine. It was grueling and tough as Ben got harder on himself, but you bolstered him as much as you could. If you were being honest, it was getting on your nerves that he was putting so much pressure on himself. If he could get out of that cycle, he could probably learn it better. But he was setting himself up for the mental block every time he lost his cool. 

“Ben,” you said when you came to a stop. “You’re not making this easier on yourself by getting all frustrated.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m struggling here,” he argued. 

“Well, stop focusing on that,” you shot back. “Get out of your head. It’s nice out here.”

He sighed, rolling his shoulders and neck. “Let’s start again.” 

“No, come here,” you said, taking a seat on the floor. 

“What are we doing?” he asked as he joined you.

“Getting you out of your head,” you told him. “Close your eyes.”

He rolled them before he did so, and you tapped his knee as a rebuttal. 

“Don’t sass me, Hardy.”

You were relieved to see him smile. 

“Breathe with me,” you said. “Forget the dance for a minute.”

You took a few deep breaths. Slow and even. He followed your lead and you meditated together for a few minutes. You slowed your heart rates and calmed your muscles. You just needed Ben to relax. 

“Feel better?” you asked. 

“A bit,” he said. 

“Are you ready to start rehearsal again?” 

He nodded. 

You began instructing him again, starting off even slower than before, so he would be able to really see his progress. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in decent spirits. It still wasn’t where you wanted it, but you appreciated the effort he was putting into it.

Ben stayed with you that night. You felt how he needed you now. You showered together, back to being giggly and fun as you smeared bubbles on each other’s faces and enjoyed the feeling of your skin on his. He held you for a while as the water ran down your bodies. It felt good against your aching muscles. Ben’s embrace eased your aching heart. 

When you got out and dried off, you had some more great sex. Sleep came much easier this night. It seemed like you were back on track. 

The third day of rehearsal was even worse than the first. You had the other dancers with you, and for the first part, it was just Ben with Artem and Gleb until you came in. He did great with that, but once you got in hold and had to do the runs and footwork, he stumbled. He rolled his ankle during one run, but refused to rest, even though it was clearly bothering him. Rehearsal ran particularly late once again, and now both you and Ben were pretty pissed off. 

“Shit!” he hissed as he came to a stop once again. 

You groaned. “Ben! It’s okay! You’re allowed to mess up!” “But it’s not just one mess up! It’s every line!”

You ran your hands down your face. “It’s okay! It’s part of the learning process!”

“I feel like I’m not learning anything!”

You scowled at him. “So this is my fault?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“That’s what it sounded like.”

You glared at each other for a moment before you sighed and relented. 

“Look, I don’t know why the quickstep is proving to be so difficult for you,” you said as gently as you could. “But you’re getting so worked up that you’re sabotaging yourself. You can do this. You just have to trust yourself and me.”

You reached out to take his hand but he moved away. 

“Stop it, okay?” he snapped. 

“Stop what?”

“Stop with the bullshit things you’re supposed to say,” he said. “I can’t do this. Clearly, I can’t.”

“Yes you can!” you argued. “It’s not bullshit! I’ve seen you through this whole process!”

He glowered at the floor and then he began removing his mic pack. Your brow furrowed as you watched him. 

“What are you doing?” you demanded. 

“I can’t do this,” he said simply, handing the mic pack to the camera man and walking out of the studio without so much as a glance at you. 

Your mouth fell open as he disappeared behind the door. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at it, willing him to return. You were so confused. Was he quitting the show? Was he leaving you? What the hell was going on?

“Did he really just walk out of rehearsal?” Hailey wondered. 

You turned eyes on her and she took your hand when she saw how watery they were. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” she asked sweetly. 

“I think I made a mistake,” you whispered, your throat thick. 

Your chest felt tight and your head was beginning to swim. A million feelings swirled around inside you and you couldn’t process them. You tried to make sense of Ben’s words. Could this really be over? You snatched off your mic pack, tossing it to the camera man as well, and followed Ben out. Your coworkers exchanged confused looks, but you didn’t see. You just had to get to Ben. 

You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you searched wildly for him. The walls felt like they were coming in around you so you headed for the parking lot, bursting through the door, and gulping in the fresh air. Your chest heaved as you glanced around and then you spotted him. He was leaning against the building, a lit cigarette in his mouth. You watched him take a long drag before you approached him. 

“Are you smoking?” you asked, and felt stupid for even letting the words come out of your mouth because it was obvious. 

“Yeah,” he said shortly. “I don’t do it often, but…” he trailed off. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out. “I’m so sorry, Ben.”

He blinked, taken aback. “What?”

“I fucked everything up!” you cried. “I shouldn’t have let us cross the line into romance. It’s just...changed everything and we never should have done it.”

He frowned. “Are you saying you regret it?”

“No,” you told him through a sob. “I don’t regret a single second I spent with you. If you wanna quit the show and break up, that’s...that’s fine.”

“Y/N…”

“Please don’t give up, Ben,” you begged. “Please. It’s not bullshit, I swear. I know you can do this.”

“Y/N -”

“If we need to go back to just being friends, then that’s okay too,” you continued. “But I think we’ve got a real shot at the mirror ball, so -”

“Y/N!” he cried, cutting you off mid-sentence. 

You looked questioningly at him. “What?”

“Stop talking,” he said gently. 

He stepped closer to you, and you could see the smile on his face. He tossed the spent cigarette on the ground and took you in his arms. Then he kissed you. Hard and intense. Your arms found your way around his neck, holding him as close to you as possible. The kiss had you feeling like you were spinning. You could taste the tobacco on his lips, but it didn’t bother you. When you parted to breathe, you were both smiling. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve been acting like a real prick. I’m frustrated with myself and I took it out on you.”

“I forgive you,” you assured him. 

“I don’t want to stop dancing with you,” he said. “And I don’t want to stop being your boyfriend. I’m sorry I made you feel bad about it. I don’t want you to doubt us.”

“I won’t,” you promised. “And I don’t want you to walk away from us.”

“I won’t,” he returned. 

“Let’s go back to my place,” you said. “I don’t think we can salvage this rehearsal.”

You went back inside and told the others everything was fine. When you got back to your apartment, you and Ben had a long talk about what you needed from each other in regards to the show and your relationship. Ben told you that in rehearsal, he needed you to use less empty encouragement and give him more specific instructions to motivate him. He also needed you to hold him accountable. You told him you needed to know he was committed. He needed to communicate when he was feeling overwhelmed or in pain, because you weren’t going to judge him for it. It was a real breakthrough for you both. 

The rest of the week in rehearsals went well. Finally, Ben was getting the dance down, and by showtime, you were pretty confident. You didn’t think it would be your best dance, but it didn’t bother you. You were still at the top of the leaderboard and you felt pretty sure you would still be safe. 

The show was upon you. You and Ben were going first, which you liked. You wanted to get this dance and this week behind you. Unfortunately, they showed where he walked out of rehearsal in the video package. You rolled your eyes and squeezed Ben’s hand to reassure him that he was forgiven. You looked at each other once more before he had to get in his place. 

The dance began and Ben performed wonderfully. You were excited to join him on the ballroom floor. Despite the drama, the dance itself was fun and entertaining. It didn’t go perfectly, but you found you hardly cared. As long as you were dancing with Ben, it was perfect for you. 

When you finished, you gave Ben the tightest hug. You whispered to him that you were proud of him. When he released you, you walked together to get your feedback from the judges. 

“Okay, I can tell you struggled with that one,” Carrie Ann said. “Your footwork wasn’t as clean as it usually is, but that’s okay. It’s kind of a relief to know you’re not just a dancing robot or something. I loved the story you told and how glamorous it looked, even if it wasn’t your best dance.”

You and Ben nodded your thanks and then turned to Len. 

“I actually quite liked it,” Len said, much to your surprise. “Your footwork wasn’t as clean, for sure, and I would have liked a little more in hold. But overall it captured the essence of a quickstep and you paid a nice tribute to that old Hollywood glamour. I was entertained by it.”

“The quickstep is a very difficult dance, I’m not surprised you got frustrated,” Bruno said on his turn. “But you came through it, my boy. It looked good to me. Well rehearsed and enjoyable to watch. It didn’t blow me away, darling, but I liked it, and I hope you stay in the competition because I think you do deserve to be here.”

You stayed with Tom to get your scores. All the judges scored you a nine. You were grateful for that much and that you were able to move on through the rest of the show. You made it through to dance next week. Afterward, when you were changed and heading back to your place, you took Ben’s hand. 

“Thank you for doing this with me,” you said. 

“Thank you for believing in me,” he returned.