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finelinevogue · 3 years ago

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the fact that Y/N has post natal depression Is somewhat refreshing idk I just don't see it talked about much on here and if it is it's like Hella angsty and the partner doesn't understand what it is but I was wondering if u could touch on it a bit more cause it's something I'm really scared about happening to me and I just want harry to hold me and tell me it's going be okay 😚😚😚😚

P.s. if u don't wanna it's understandable

anon: can u write about harry helping y/n through her ppd maybe like the 3rd time was so bad that h decide that he won’t be having more children

so this was requested twice so i would love to be able to write this for you both, hope this is okay - mind it’s heavily angsty!;

tw: vomiting, ppd and od

oli - 4, felix - 3, belle - 12 weeks

Motherhood was really fucking hard.

The birth of your newly born daughter, Isabella, had really taken a back pedal on your mental health. You had suffered with post natal depression after the birth of your two sons, but nothing as bad as this.

It had hit you around the 7 week mark after giving birth. The pregnancy itself was okay, even though she was slightly premature, but it was after you’d taken her home that it’d all spiralled downhill. It started with complications with her breastfeeding - like she was rejecting the milk that you had produced. It hurt to see her reject you and your body, finding more comfort in drinking from a pre-made milk bottle as her dad rocked her to sleep. You recall the evening so clearly and felt like an utter failure as you watched her drink a bottle of formula for the first time.

“Ssh ssh,” Harry cooed to your 7 week old daughter as he rocked her in his arms on the rocking chair in her nursery. She was whining because she was hungry, but the problem was that she wasn’t accepting your milk. She hadn’t been accepting your milk all day and now it was becoming dangerous for you to keep on saying ‘Oh i’ll just try later.’ Harry had told you to make a formula bottle for her. “Mummy’s coming.”

As much as you didn’t want to, you were walking back to the nursery with a warm bottle in your hands. You’d tested it on your hand to make sure it wasn’t too hot and then taken a sip to taste it, out of jealousy, and you thought that it didn’t taste any different to you. Then again you’re not a 7 week old human whose only date is milk.

“Look here’s mummy with your yummy milk, okay? Look Belles!” Harry cooed at his darling angel and you only wished he wasn’t as happy for her as he was.

“Yeah.” You spoke softly, handing him the bottle and standing nearby, part of you hoping that she would reject this too and she wasn’t just rejecting you.

But no, she drank the formula like it was her last meal.

“Such a sweet girl, aren’t you?” Harry praised her, watching her in awe as she kept on drinking the formula. Watching as she was drinking to become the strong girl you knew she’d become. It just hurt that it wasn’t you that could help her become that.

You felt powerless. Worthless, even. The one thing that you had carried the weight of your breasts around to do and you couldn’t even do it. Your nipples were so sore and your breasts ached so badly and it was all for nothing. Perhaps it was punishment for being such a bad mum. Perhaps you’d never been good enough for this job and it was your bodies way of shutting you down forever. You wouldn’t need the ability to produce milk anymore, because you weren’t worth the title of becoming one again. You wanted to be happy for your little one, seeing her happy but all you felt was rejection and sadness. She didn’t think you were good enough to be her mum and that really hurt.

Along with the breastmilk problem, Belle also became very stubborn when you wanted to change her nappy. Anytime you tried to change and help her she put up a fuss, kicking her legs and sometimes she would bite or hit you away. It was just a reminder that you weren’t a good enough mum for her and that she didn’t feel safe enough around you. She didn’t find comfort in your presence and she was so fussy about what you did around her. With Harry, though, she was an angel. She loved him so much and obviously he made her feel so loved and safe - something you’d clearly never be able to give her.

There was also the chores of being a mother to your other two sons too. Oli and Felix were old enough to understand that they had a baby sister, but they weren’t old enough to understand how miserable you were. Harry wasn’t even able to figure it out yet. You tried your best to put on your bravest face, knowing that your family needed you to be strong but the truth was that you were crumbling on the inside. You were feeling less and less like yourself and you were waiting for the moment when you’d completely fall apart. Nothing felt right anymore. Everything was just numb.

“You two boys okay?”

You walked into the children’s playroom see that they were sat at the little table colouring in. Felix’s little legs dangled slightly, whereas Oli’s legs touched the floor and it made your heart swell at how big they were both getting.

“Yep!” Oli cheered, scribbling with his left hand as his tiny tongue stuck out from his lips as he concentrated - a habit passed onto him from his father.

“What are you both drawing?” You asked, coming over and kneeling on the floor beside them and having a peek at their drawings.

“We’re colouring for daddy.” Felix answered, some of the words not being pronounced properly due to his young lisp and lack of being taught how to say things correctly yet.

His words stung though. You appreciated that he was only a toddler and he meant nothing evil or malicious by it, but it hurt to think that maybe, just maybe, your sons were doing this for their dad because he did so much more for them than you did. Of course you tried to be the best mum you could, but maybe you weren’t doing enough. Maybe you weren’t meant to be a mum after all, or at least not a good one.

“O-oh,” you tried to hold back the tears in your eyes because your boys looked so proud at their artwork - and you should be too. “Tell me about them then, my loves.”

Oli went first, “So this is me and this is Oli and this is dad. It’s us playing football like we did the other day, mummy.” He pointed out to each of the figures, some looking actually quite terrifying but you’d never have the heart to tell him that. The figures were all holding hands though and it hurt to think that you weren’t a part of that.

“Oh that’s so good Ols!” you rubbed his head of hair and then turned to Felix’s, “What about you Fix?”

“I drew daddy as the best.” He pointed to a trophy that the figure - more like a stick-man-slenderman - was holding, which was decorated with the award of ‘my hero’.

“I told him to write hero, mummy.” Oli added, and you smiled at both of them.

“Well done. Good job both of you. Daddy will love these!” You only wished that they would draw something for you. You hated to think that you were being petty, but honestly you just wanted to feel loved. “Shall I go cut up some apple for a snack, hey?” You asked, trying to feel useful.

“Daddy is making us smoothies!” Felix answered and you had to stand up, up and away from their heigh, so they didn’t catch the tears in your eyes.

“Okay! Don’t forget to give him those pictures - he’ll love those.” You praised them and they both giggled to each other.

The sight of your sons laughing should’ve made you so happy, but it only reminded you that you weren’t the source of their happiness. You weren’t on their mind enough to be their inspiration for drawings. You definitely weren’t their hero. You were just a woman to them, not a mum. You wanted to be so much more but it was clear that they didn’t need you. They were loved by their dad and each other, not in need of your heart.

Eventually Belle settled down and was sleeping better through the night, leaving you and Harry to much more peaceful nights sleep. Well, just Harry.

You had found it near impossible to get to sleep now. You lay awake at night wondering when Belle would next wake up, wondering when she’d next need you. Harry was always quick out of bed though, even if he actually was sleeping, to help her ordering you to stay in bed and rest yourself. You couldn’t help feel like he was telling you to stay put because he knew you wouldn’t be able to do your job properly - and you started to believe him.

You’d found yourself getting jealous of those that could get to sleep. When you were walking down the road you’d judge a person by how much sleep they looked like they got last night. You definitely looked like you only had 2 hours - even when you’d only had 37 minutes but who’s counting? Your dark circles were heavily noticeable, but no one cared enough to ask. Even Harry stayed clear of you more and more often; spending more time with the kids than you and sleeping on his side of the bed instead of yours at nighttime.

There had been one evening where you had been so restless that Harry had gotten so frustrated and left the room, with a blanket and a pillow, and slept on the couch. You’d never felt so much like a burden than that night. Your family was rejecting you and you felt like a failure. You were a success at failing in everything. The meals you cooked went half eaten by everyone because you would’ve forgotten to add a key ingredient. The children preferred to spend more time playing with their dad because you weren’t energised enough to play the games they wanted to. Your daughter still rejected your milk. It was all too much and you just wanted one nights peace for it to change.

Last night had been that night.

Fuck these were so addicting. You were finally getting the sleep that you so badly craved, only with the help of tablets.

You wanted the sleep because that was the one place you could escape to. You needed that escape to help you get out of bed the next morning. Life was too hard for you to not dream, and without dreaming you didn’t want life.

It started off with taking one every night before bed, but then they stopped working again, so you started taking two, then three. Four was obviously where your body hit its limit.

“Mummy? Can you come tuck me in please?” Oli asked, little toy giraffe in hand and shaking you in hopes of waking you up to send him peacefully off to sleep.

You’d gone to bed a bit earlier tonight, lying saying that you were extremely exhausted. Harry said he would be able to handle things and that’s when you excitedly ran upstairs to take your pills; 4 of them. You’d made it into your bed, feeling slightly drowsy after completing your nighttime routine, but then you started to feel unwell and really ill. Before you’d passed out you’d stuck your fingers down your throat in hopes to make the feeling in your stomach disappear, but it ended up you throwing up all over the bed and pass out right there.

“Mummy! Wake up!” Oli rattled your back, but you were still unresponsive.

Oli padded out of the room and down to his sisters room where he knew his dad was. Belle was being extra fussy this evening and Harry suspected it had everything to do with you retiring early. He heard Oli come into the room just as he’d gotten Belle down.

“Y��alright buddy?” Harry whispered, tip-toeing out of Belle’s room, leaving the door open slightly, and crouched down in front of him.

“No. Mummy’s not waking up.” Oli pouted, rubbing a tired fist over his eye.

“She’s probably in dreamland, bud. She was really tired today.”

“She’s really tired all of the times.”

“I know, Ol.” Because Harry did know, but he was too much of a coward to face up to the problem. The doctors had said that post natal depression can strengthen with every birthed child, but he was too blind sighted by the fact that you’d overcome the first birthed post natal depression so quickly, and was so in love with his baby girl, that he didn’t truly see how bad things had gotten. Harry had tried giving you some space, distancing himself from you in bed and spending more time with the kids so you could relax and rest up, but nothing seemed to be working. He was surprised, actually, that you’d been having better sleep recently and so was hopeful that maybe the worst of the depression was over.

Hell, was he so wrong.

“Go to bed, bud okay? I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Wake mummy up so she can give me a kiss.”

“I’ll try little man, alright?” Harry scuffed his sons hair and then watched him walk off to his room.

Harry walked into your dark room, the air smelling slightly sour, and walked around to your side of the bed. He sat down next to you sighed heavily. He needed to speak to you, no matter how tired or angry you’d be with him. He was losing you as a wife and a mother and a soulmate and a lover. He was just losing you, just as you were losing yourself and he was doing tip-toeing around the problem any longer. He was going to try and make this better. He was going to better understand how you were feeling in order to help you.

“Baby?” He spoke softly, nudging you gently, “Baby wake up.” No response. “Y/N, my love? Wake up for me darling, need to speak with you.” Normally you would’ve stirred by now but there was still nothing. “Y/N?” Harry shook you a bit more urgently now - one that would surely wake even the deepest of sleepers. “Y/N!” He shouted, perhaps a bit too loudly for the comfort of his children.

He turned you over and that’s when he knew this was very, very, bad.

Your face was pale grey and your mouth was covered in the remains of vomit, and he suddenly understood the gross sour smell from before. Your hair was greasy and stuck all in the wet sick all over your face. Your eyes were puffy from the remains of tears. You looked dead.

“No, no, no. Y/N! No you don’t.” Harry’s eyes starting weeping and he couldn’t think straight. He checked your pulse on your wrist and timed it - it was unhealthily faint. He wouldn’t be surprised if you were in your last beats of your heart. His tears and sobs were uncontrollable, but he had to be both strong for you and his children, as well as for him. “Fuck sake pull yourself together Harry. Okay, baby hold on please. Okay? You don’t get to leave me like this, you hear me? I love you so much, baby. Fuck i’m so sorry.” He gently placed your head back down on the pillow and pulled out his phone.

999

“What’s your emergency?”

“I need a-an ambulance p-please. I-I think my wife i-is dying.”

The rest of it was a blur for Harry. Him trying to wake you up. The ambulance arriving. Oli and Felix crying when they saw you being carried away on a stretcher. Belle’s deafening screams. Harry’s heart beating for the both of you.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was the rhythmic beeping sounds that woke you up.

Your whole body felt achey and sore, your head a pounding mess. You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting them to the light of the room. You expected to see the family photo on the wall opposite you and the white of your curtains, but you were met with a heart-monitor machine and a hospital bed instead. You looked down at your body and noticed a cannula in your arm, making you squirm because you hated stuff like that so much. Your nose had a tube running inside it too, feeding you the oxygen your lungs weren’t receiving properly.

It then dawned on you how you weren’t in the room alone. You saw a sleeping Anne and Gemma on the chairs in the far corner, with Felix and Oli tucked against their sides - Anne with Oli and Felix with Gemma. It was so cute to see them so cuddled up close. They looked peaceful. You took note of the baby pram that was at the end of your bed, most likely playing bed to your beautiful daughter. Your mind felt lost. You can’t really remember what had happened, apart from taking four of those sleeping pills. You fully remember the weight of feeling worthless and useless as both a mum and a wife, though, and that feeling was still very prominent.

Your eyes lastly landed to the side of you, where Harry was sat but also laid on your bed. The top of half of his body laid upon the bed, his head buried onto this arm deep within the bed, whilst his bottom stayed rooted to the chair. His hand was holding yours tightly, which was a sign that he wasn’t asleep. You were so scared to face him though. You had failed him, again and again and you weren’t sure whether you could be enough for him anymore. Enough for your family anymore.

You squeezed his hand three times saying ‘I love you.’

“Y/N,” He whispered so hoarsely, but you were so focused on him to even catch it. He looked ruined, and you’d done that to him. His eyes were dark and tired, but also red and puffy from where he’d been crying. His hair was a mess and you could tell it hadn’t been washed in a while. How long had you been out for? You felt rested in your sleep, but not in your mind or your heart.

“I—” Your breathe got caught in your throat, but you persevered to finish your words. He deserved to here them. “I’m sorry.” You were whispering so you didn’t disturb anyone else in the room.

“No, stop it. I’m sorry baby.”

“Harry don’t, you don’t have anyt—”

“Stop yes I do I—”

“Harry please you don’t owe—”

“Y/N listen!” He cut the little volley-conversation and ordered you to just stop. You started crying when you saw that he was too. “Whatever you’re going to say, don’t. Whatever you’re thinking, stop it right now. Because I love you. Fuck, I do. I love you so much that when I found you unconscious in a pile of your own sick thinking you were dead, my only thought was that I wished it were me instead”.

“Harry, you don’t mean—”

“My god Y/N! You don’t get it, do you? I would do anything to switch places with you right now. I would suffer a thousand times over if it meant you were okay. I’d suffer in hell for you. Nobody else but you has ever made me feel like this. I married you because I love you and I want to wake up next to you every day of my beating hearts life. I chose to have children with you, because I knew how great of a mum you’d be and what beautiful people you’d help bring up into the world—”

“But i’m not.” You cut Harry short, trying to pull your hand away from him but he didn’t let you - only tightening his grip and pulling himself closer towards you. He was so close you could kiss him.

“Not what?” He asked, although he already knew the answer. You’d both had this conversation before, but you were both tired of it and were ready for it to be your last now.

“A good mum. I’m- i’m not a good mum or wife, Harry and i’m sorry.”

“I told you not say it and stop thinking it, because you’re completely wrong Y/N. You’re a good mother and a good wife, because you are a good person.”

“But i’m not great.” You whimpered, thinking back to the drawings your Oli and Felix had done. “I’m not the best.”

“But you don’t have to be, baby. You see our beautiful, healthy, happy and safe babies over there?” Harry turned to look at them, love in his eyes as in yours. “They wouldn’t be all those things, no matter how you feel about yourself, without you. I could never have brought them up to be half the people they are without you by my side, the way you make me a better person. You claim you don’t got this, but baby you’re already doing it and have been doing it for 5 years with our children and so much longer with me.”

“I’m just so fucked up Harry.” Your head tilted back on the pillow as you got heavily emotional over the situation.

Harry shook his head and moved his hand to cup the back of your neck, moving your head forwards until it met his. The touch of his skin against yours, no matter where and how small, made you feel alive and you’d missed him and that feeling so much. You missed loving him so much.

“Listen to me.” He ordered, keeping you still. “You are strong and you are brave Y/N Styles. No matter what you tell yourself I will be here every goddamn day of my life, if I have to, to remind you that you are worth more than your fucking weight in gold. You are my heart. You are my soul and the mother to my greatest achievements. I know they are yours too, just as I know I am your heart.

“You are.” You whispered so quietly under your breathe, but Harrys heart warmed when he caught you saying it. He knew though.

“Just let me love you. Let me be there for you. If you want medication then let’s do it, and i’ll be there for every step of the way. If you want to go to a rehabilitation centre for a bit, that’s okay we can—”

You shook your head and licked the tears away from your face. You were both such tearful messes, but the love between you was undeniable. “No, no please, no.”

“Okay, okay, love. We won’t. See, you’re okay. I promise, you’re okay. Stay with me, yeah? I’ll love you and keep you safe, just as you will me.”

“Promise.” You told him sincerely. He brought his lips to yours with that single word. He was so proud of your for being so brave and strong. He wishes he was half the person you were. His lips conveyed those thoughts of his and you could taste the love and passion burning through his heart and out on to his lips. He tasted like home. z he was home. Your lips smacked together messily, but you didn’t care because you loved each other too much and had kissed each other even more. Once you pulled back he stayed close to you, smiling at you with such awe. “I think.. I think I want to try medication please.”

Harry didn’t say ‘okay’ or ‘sure thing’, no. He said four words that meant more to you in that moment that any others in the universe. More than saying ‘I love you.’ Words that reminded you that not everything is okay and that sucks really bad, but you’re doing your best to get through it. It was a reminder that you had so many people who loved you and cared for you. It was a gun at the starting line symbolising that the journey ahead wasn’t going to be easy, but worth it.

“I’m proud of you.”

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yutahoes · 4 years ago

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Otou-Chan

Yuta Nakamoto x Reader (Y/N) Smut

(Chapter Twenty One)

Summary: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Warning: Fluff, Sexual Fantasy, Teasing, Violence

Word Count: 3.3k

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21. Kintsukuroi

But that Friday became uneventful for Yuta since she woke up first and was already out of his house when he woke up. Really? Why is she always an early riser? Breakfast was left on the table and he did the only thing he can think of.

Taeyong was laughing when Yuta opened the door to his unit. "A bento box? Really, Yuta?" He teased, entering his house as if his own and proceed to the kitchen. "Doyoung is right. She got you in her fingers."

The other raised an eyebrow at him. "She's my girlfriend. I'm supposed to take care of her."

The man who was already fixing the ingredients shook his head. "She can take care of herself, Yuta." He reasoned out that made the other look at him, asking to elaborate. "You're pulling her to your world. Don't you think you're grooming her too much to fall in love with you?"

"I'm not!" He revolted. "She likes me."

The other shrugged. "Why is she living here anyway? Where are her parents?" Yuta sighed. Should he tell Taeyong? And why does he feel uncomfortable with the thought of bringing back (Y/N) to her dad? Where exactly is her dad? Her mom?

It was half an hour before lunchtime when Yuta parked outside of the publishing house. Jaehyun, who was informed by Taeyong, welcomed him by opening the door surprised that he was bringing in two bags full of things. "I'm glad you came here." He claimed that made the older confused. Why? Did something happen? "Can you calm your girlfriend down?"

She was focused on her computer, biting her thumb. It was a habit he noticed whenever she's fidgety. She might be nervous. "What happened?"

"Her work will be published today." That's a good thing. She said that it was approved. What is she so nervous about? "I'll bring the other foods inside."

Yuta followed the younger's order. When he approached (Y/N)'s table, that's when he noticed that she's alone in their office. Where are her other co-workers? Inside? Why is she left alone?

Maybe she really is that nervous that she was just scribbling on her drawing tablet, not noticing that he sat beside her. She was drawing him that made him chuckle. "You are so obsessed with me." He teased placing the bento box in front of her.

"What are you doing here? Did Jaehyun call you? Don't you have work today?"

She really is nervous. "It's my day off, I forgot to tell you last night." He took tempura from the bento box, feeding her using the chopstick. "Jaehyun didn't call me. I delivered lunch for you and your workmates." She was obviously surprised but cannot talk since she's munching on the batter covered shrimp which is really good, she might add. "Where are they?"

She gulped before answering him, "Inside. Discussing my work." She glanced at the closed door and blinds. "Yuta, what if my work isn't fit for publishing? What if they realized that it wasn't good enough? What if…?"

He held the back of her head, patting her to calm her down. "You said Johnny already accepted your work, right?" She nodded. "Then it will be fine. Maybe they're just teasing you." But she shook her head. It's work, they wouldn't do that. "I believe in you, (Y/N). You should believe in yourself as well."

The girl had to breathe hard at that. Yuta is right, she can just try again next time. "Can you stay for a little bit? Until they're done with the meeting? Please."

Yuta smiled. "I have nowhere I want to go but here." He tapped on the bento box. "Now, eat. Or do you want me to feed you?" She shook her head, taking the chopsticks to feed herself. The guy would ask her to feed him as well in between bites that made her giggle. Yuta had a really peculiar way of bringing up her mood.

She wasn't even finished with her rice when the door opened. Jungwoo was skipping outside, congratulating her and thanking Yuta for the food. Ten followed, smiling widely at her. "(Y/N)," Johnny called, peeking from inside the office. "It's already posted. You can check on it." He congratulated her but his words didn't register in her mind.

Yuta quickly fished out his phone, typing the publishing's website on his search engine to check on it. Before it can load, he felt her head on his shoulder. "Why am I so nervous?" She mumbled that made him chuckle.

He rubbed her back, kissing the top of her head. "You're doing great, my love." He whispered that Jungwoo overheard, making the other smile. The website loaded and Yuta clicked on the first panel, chuckling to himself. "You are really obsessed of me."

(Y/N) had to prevent herself from crying. That is her work, published on the company's site. A risque romance about a CEO and a secretary. A story with her name written on the bottom of the first page. Her first real story. She's a manhwa illustrator now. A dream she thought she cannot make. It's all happening in front of her now. Is this even real? She's not dreaming, right?

"You already have a hundred readers," Jungwoo noted and Yuta nodded. She felt overwhelmed all of a sudden. Although it's a small number compared to Ten and Jungwoo's works, that is huge for her who was just starting. "This is promising, (Y/N). You have to work harder now." And she nodded, her eyes getting mistier as time passed.

"You have to treat your model with something expensive." Ten teased.

Yuta watched as she turned to look at him, smiling with tear-stained eyes. She looked really happy. Really beautiful. An image he wanted to etch in his mind. He wanted to see her like this every day, wanted her to be happy all her life. He wanted to protect that smile to see it for the rest of his life. "Are you happy?" (Y/N) nodded, whispering 'very'. "Then that's all that matters."

Jungwoo looked at Ten and he mirrored the same expression as his. (Y/N) is with the right person now.

Jaehyun kept on forcing Yuta to come with them and have drinks but he kept on saying that they should just go and celebrate. "You just want to celebrate alone with her." The younger teased that made Yuta smile. When he asked if he should just pick up (Y/N), Jungwoo asked his permission if she could stay with him since he's missing Lucas. Yuta had to smile at himself when he realized that (Y/N) had to make up a story that Lucas is here in Korea just to stay with him. Well, he's not mad. It's the opposite actually. And he doesn't dislike the idea of her living with him.

While driving back to his apartment, he pondered for a way to make her live with him. Should he change the apartment's interior? Or maybe he'll buy a house for them to live in together? It must be nice to live with her. Sleeping and waking up next to her, eating breakfast that she cooked, even going home with her welcoming him with a warm hug.

Maybe he really should buy a house. It will be hard for kids to go up and down the elevator. A child-friendly home with a large yard where he can play soccer with his son or even do gardening with his daughter. A spacious living room where the little ones can run as long as they like. He smiled at how warm it was then shook his head. You shouldn't count the chicks until the eggs are hatched. She should ask her to live with him first.

And that came sooner as he expected.

Yuta was surprised when the doorbell rang while he's doing paperwork for the presentation tomorrow. Her appearance by the doorway surprised him even further. Shouldn't she be at Jungwoo's place now? Why is she here? But who is he to revolt anyway?

(Y/N) is really red and he wanted to ask how she came here. Did Jaehyun drive her? Did she take the cab? She should have just called him. But she went straight to the bathroom, leaving her bag and jacket scattered in the living room. She's really drunk.

A glass of water can be seen from the doorway of the bathroom when (Y/N) flushed the vomit from the bowl. She drank the contents of the glass, watching as to how Yuta sat beside her on the toilet floor. "How much did you drink?" He asked but she shook her head just as another wave of vomit escaped her stomach.

The guy held her hair in a ponytail in one hand, the other rubbing her back and letting her get out all the food she had eaten earlier. God, she wouldn't drink that much anymore. Yuta took the glass and ordered her to gargle some water and he'll just take another glass for her to drink, asking if she wanted some medicine or anything. "I'm fine. You'll smell like vomit, leave already."

He chuckled at that, kissing her forehead that made her push him. He'll reek of vomit if he kept staying inside the bathroom with her. "We'll probably do this soon. Think of it as practice." He stood up with a smug expression, smiling to himself in her confusion.

The girl brushed her teeth twice to remove the smell from her then removed her blouse when Yuta came inside the bathroom. "Oh. Sorry. I'll get you some clothes." he said, disappearing after giving her the glass of water and some aspirins.

He's still rummaging the closet when she entered the bedroom, lying on his bed without her blouse. "I'm not getting drunk like that again." He chuckled before throwing a shirt and sweatpants at her. "Otou-chan…" she called cutely. "Can you change me?"

Yuta giggled at that. "You are such a baby."

"I'm your baby," she mumbled as he sat next to her, asking her to sit up. "Do you want to do it?" she asked playfully as he expertly removed the hooks of her bra, removing it from her. "It's been so long, Yuta."

He put on his shirt on her, kissing her forehead when the fabric passed her head. "I know. But you're drunk. You might regret it later." She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight that surprised Yuta. "Why?"

Her heart is full of warmth. All because of him. This is it, the warmth she's been yearning for since she was young. The happiness she wanted to feel. The feeling of home. She's now at ease. She's now at home.

Yuta is her home.

"I like you so much," she whispered as tears fell from her eyes. "I don't have anything, I'm broken and I'm an annoying big giant whiny baby…" He smiled at that, how cute. "But please Yuta, stay with me."

The guy had to smile. She's really something when she's drunk. He had been imagining it before, a way to ask her to live with him but here she is, saying those things to him. She's not actually a giant baby, come to think of it. How can she have the courage to say those things when he's so nervous? "I will, love." He wanted to be brave. To have courage like her in expressing himself. In expressing what he wants. "Let's get married, (Y/N)."

But she didn't look surprised. She didn't look happy or sad as well. For the first time, she looked so hard to read. Is it because of the alcohol? Or is it because he's too nervous about her decision? "It's too early for breakfast, Yuta." Then a smile appeared on her lips. "Let's wait for the right time to talk about this."

Of course. But her answer is comforting enough. She didn't say no.

Doyoung was surprised when Yuta went inside the office with (Y/N) beside him. He doesn't have anything against them with this dating thing but does he really have to bring her to work to show how cool he is? Yuta really changed. How can this determined man look so fragile now that he's in a relationship with someone? "The board room is ready for the presentation," he announced that made the CEO nod. "Do you need anything else?"

Yuta glanced at the girl beside him then at Doyoung. "Can you call Taeil hyung?" he asked that made the other surprised. What is this about? "I need to talk to him." The younger guy nodded, already making his way outside the office.

"Thank you, Yuta," she whispered. "For doing this."

He nodded, kissed her forehead then grinned at her. "Anything for you, (Y/N)." He gestured to the computer on his desk. "You can use it while I'm in the meeting. I'll be back before Taeil hyung gets here. If you're hungry, just call for a delivery." She nodded. Is this the right thing to do?

That morning, she asked for Yuta's help in finding her dad. Although he had done traumatic things to her, he's still the only member of her small family left and she badly missed him. She wanted to tell him that her life is in order now, that she wanted him, still, to be part of her life. She wanted to ask for his blessing to marry Yuta, wanted him to walk her on the aisle of her wedding day. Wanted him to be one of the firsts to hold his grandkid. She just wanted to see if he's okay.

Her nervousness lead to drawing an exact copy of Yuta's office on her drawing tablet. This can be a nice setting for her illustration. But how can a CEO and secretary have sex in this large office? What will happen if she becomes Yuta's secretary?

It was a cliché scene. The CEO being angry that the proposal he made got rejected by a multi-million dollar company that he started fucking his secretary on the oak table of his office. Too cliché, she thought. This will get rejected again, she's sure of that.

But the image of Yuta fucking a girl, a blonde girl with a curvaceous body, on his desk can’t leave her mind. If she didn’t know him well, she might think that he’s a playboy who makes a girl scream due to amazing pleasure in his office. She giggled at that, Yuta can definitely do that with his stamina.

Like always, she was in her own world while doing her illustration. By the fourth panel, she felt someone sat beside her. Yuta was chuckling when she made a desperate attempt to hide what she was doing. "Is that supposed to be me?" he asked while laughing. "Is that your fantasy?" he asked, his arm wrapped around her waist while the other grazed on her thigh. "To be fucked on my office table?"

A whimper escaped her lips as his soft lips kept nibbling on the side of her neck. Her breathing became ragged as his hands move upward to touch her. "Yes." she breathed then moaned when one of his hands cupped her clothed breast. His other hand moved closer to her core, pushing the zipper of her jeans that it puts pressure on her clit.

"I always think of you when I'm alone here in my office," he whispered then licked her earlobe that earned a soft purr from her. His fingers went to her clothed core, tracing the wetness from her underwear. "I want to fuck you in that window."

The imagery of her naked in his office and being fucked deliciously by Yuta on that full glass window was the only thing running in her mind. Her breathing shallowed as she felt his hand inside her shirt, tracing her hardening nipple on top of her bra. His other hand massaged her clothed wetness that she jerked her hip up to create friction. "Yuta…" she called, clawing on the sofa. "I'm close…"

A knock on the door made Yuta stop and she whined at the loss of touch. God, she's near her climax but Yuta had to stop. And what the hell? Who might be knocking that disturb them? Once her breathing stabilized, Yuta gave her a breathtaking kiss that made her glare playfully. "Come in," he said while laughing at her annoyed state.

Doyoung came into the office followed by someone else, this might be Taeil, (Y/N) thought. "Love, this is Moon Taeil, he's an investigator I met while working here." he introduced. The guy lend a hand to shake. "My girlfriend, (Y/N)." And the way he said those words made Doyoung smile. He's too comfortable addressing her as his girlfriend.

He laid out pictures on the table that surprised the only girl in the room. She was just talking to Yuta about this earlier in the morning and now, here are pictures of where he is. This investigator is good, too good. "A psychiatric clinic in Gimhae." Yuta had to hold her hand to remind her that he's next to her as they listened to Taeil. "He was put in jail for stealing alcohol and assaulting an older woman." But why a psychiatry clinic? "He beat to death another prisoner so they decided to put him in a psychiatry clinic."

"Beat to death? Did the prisoner die?" Yuta had to ask. Taeil shook his head and (Y/N) let go of the breath that she's holding on for too long. That's a relief. "Did you know why he almost killed someone?"

Taeil looked at (Y/N) that confused Yuta. "His daughter." A choke escaped (Y/N)'s lips. The guy had to breathe hard before telling them the whole story. Apparently, the other prisoner kept on talking about his daughter and how they'll meet again when he gets out. The next thing the jail guards knew, her dad was choking his neck while saying that daughters are the worst. "He kept on whispering that he never killed his daughter, that he didn't do anything wrong so they had to put him in a psychiatric ward."

(Y/N) hated that the investigator is too good that he even found out about that fact. Now, she doesn't know what to do with that information now. She knew he hated her, but not to the extent that he would think that she's dead. Does he really not want her in his life?

She was just quiet the whole ride going home. "Do you want to see your dad?" He asked that made her look at him, funny he would ask that. “Or do you want to just go home…?”

“Bungeoppang,” she answered. “I want to eat bungeoppang.”

Yuta didn’t believe that food can comfort her in a time like this. But she seemed genuinely happy eating the fish-shaped buns that he was considering buying a store that sells bungeoppang just for her. How can a lovely girl, so adorable, like her, experience these hardships in life? She really doesn’t deserve this. She’s like a broken gem in his eyes and he wanted to pick up the broken pieces just to see her whole again even if it meant hurting him. “My kintsukuroi,” he mumbled, making her look at him.

He tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, smiling at her. “I want to marry you.” His elbow was on the table, his head propped on his hand while staring at her. “I’m going to give you so much love that you’ll grow sick of me.” The hand that was on her hair earlier, held her hand that was on top of the table, threading their fingers together. “I’m going to love you until death. Even if you cheat on me.” She giggled at that. Yuta and his words.

“Why would I even cheat if I have you?” Yuta had to bite his lip to avoid smiling too much. God, he’s really in love with her.

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Chapter 20 / Chapter 22

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cafedanslanuit · 5 years ago

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would it be ok to ask for hcs of the main 6 + vaderwood and how they would react to their normally energetic and funny mc being a little off and making some self-deprecating jokes (like a little too dark to be funny) as a way of coping and hiding their anxiety/depression? if not thats ok im just in a similar mood today.

self-deprecating jokes are my thing too, tbh. hope you’re feeling better! Also, I couldn’t picture Vandy for this particular hc, I’m sorry :c

Yoosung

This boy honestly loves how fun you are. He will always laugh with you and you don’t tease him that much (Saeyoung does that for you)

One day, when he comes home from his job at the vet, he finds you calling for pizza. He lets you finish the call and then you look up.

“Hey, welcome back! I accidentally left the stove on for too long and messed up dinner” you casually said, with a small giggle. “So I called Pizza Hut, hope it’s okay”.

“It’s okay!” he says. “I love pizza”

“I know, me too” you smile. You stand up and stretch your arms. “Okay, so I’ll take a shower before it gets here. How the fuck did I forget the stove on, I don’t know” you laugh. “I swear to God I would totally leave me at this point”.

Yoosung says nothing, shocked. He watches you walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. He knows you like to joke around, but that joke had been pretty specific. Leave you? Why would he leave you? Over some burnt food?!

He waits until you come out, wrapped in a towel and hands you a cup of your favourite tea. You smile weakly.

“An award for my awful cooking?” you tease him.

“Hey! It’s just food! And you solved it. I don’t really care, MC, please let it go”. He sees your lips tremble a little bit. “Are you okay?”

You had a really rough day at work. You tell him all about it while sipping on the tea and he silently listens to you, nodding at the right times. The pizza finally arrives and he puts on your favourite show so you both can watch it. When you go to bed, he makes sure to give you extra cuddles, so you never have to feel any more pressure on yourself.

Zen

Honestly, he’s not the best at comedy. But he really likes how much you can make yourself laugh with your own jokes.

He comes home and hands you his tablet. You arch an eyebrow and look at him from the couch. He sits beside you and asks you to press play. You nod and comply his request.

It’s a video from rehearsal. He’s singing at he’s actually hitting all the notes just right. You smile softly, watching the video in silence. When it’s over, you turn and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re amazing, babe. You did the song soooo good! How can you be so talented?”

“Thank you, babe. And I don’t know, can’t help it. I’m just talented.” he shrugs, with a confident smile.

“Well, someone has to be” you responded quickly. His smiled faltered and he looked at you, confused.

“What are you talking about? You are talented too. I’ve seen your drawings, those building projects you have been working on. They’re masterpieces, MC, I love them and–”

“I didn’t get the job, Zen” you quickly answer, not looking at him. “They didn’t like those ‘masterpieces’” you added, making the colons signs with his fingers.

Oh. So they had already sent you the email.

Zen would put the tablet aside and hold you on the couch. Whisper over and over again how talented you truly are and how they were in the wrong for not noticing it.

“If they can’t see how brilliant you are, why would you want to work for them?” he asked. “I’ve been rejected more times that I can count. I know how you feel. And you know what makes me feel better?”

You look at him and shake your head.

Ten minutes later, you’re both riding on his motorcycle, feeling the air against your face. you hug him tighter and smile.

Jaehee

Jaehee’s not one for jokes. But she does enjoy the occasional laugh she has with you. You make tons of jokes, but, unlike Saeyoung, you know when to stop

“Babyyyyyyyy, I’m a mess!” you complained, stretching on your bed. Both of you were working on your laptops, when suddenly you put yours aside.

“C’mon. Help me, Excel Goddess! Can’t seem to make this thing to work and I need to show it to my boss tomorrow” you asked. Jaehee smiled softly, put her laptop aside and grabbed yours. She started typing formulas, fixing your work.

“You’re so good to me, baby. Thank youuuu. That’s why you’re the smart one here”. Jaehee just smiled, continuing her work.

“They should have taught me Excel in school instead of sports. Did anyone of my class turn out to be an athlete? No one. Are we struggling to get a job because we don’t know shit about Excel? We are”.

“Maybe that’s why I’m failing. Maybe that’s why I had to settle with this shitty job, because I can’t comprehend the monster that in Microsoft Excel. Maybe that’s also why my Computer Science teacher hated me at school” you said dramatically. Jaehee chuckled softly.

“Maybe that’s why my whole life is a mess right now. Maybe that’s why I can’t find joy in the things I do anymore, maybe that’s why my father left us. Because I’m a shitty person who can’t do Excel and can’t get a decent job”.

She stopped typing and looked over at you.

“MC. What are you saying?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m tired. Don’t think about it too much”

“I-… Do you want me to talk to Mr. Han? Maybe there’s a position and… I know C&R takes most of my time but an entry level job may be good– at least for your resumé and–”

“I’m fine. Don’t think about it, baby” you dismissed, but Jaehee grabbed your hand.

“Can’t you really find joy anymore?” she asked. You sighed.

“Happens to me when the cold weather beggins. Will go away in a couple of weeks” you shrugged. Jaehee squeezed your hand.

“Let me know if I can do anything to help you… well, find joy again”.

“You do help!” you assured her. “I can find bits of joy here” you smiled and gave her a small kiss. She smiled and kissed you back.

Jumin

Jumin doesn’t understand most of your jokes. Most of the times, you have to explain them to him. He doesn’t mind, but it’s only because he really enjoys watching you laugh at your own jokes. The sight of you giggling it’s enough to light up any day.

That day, you decided to visit him during lunch. Which wasn’t a rare occurrence, you tried to visit him at least once a week, making sure with Jaehee you wouldn’t be interrupting.

“Good afternoon, my love. Didn’t expect you here” he greeted you, giving your cheek a tender kiss when you approached him. You gave him the bento you had prepared and sat in front of him, on the other side of his desk.

“I know. I just thought your darling, loving wife might make an appearence. I do have to keep those heiresses away from you” you laughed. He smiled softly and opened his bento. “Don’t want them making you change your mind about marrying some poor girl who couldn’t even afford university by herself”.

Jumin arched his eyebrow while eating his lunch. “Is there a problem with your classes? I thought you were excited about finally attending university, even if most of the classes are online for security reasons. Are the professors not competent enough? Are they not grading you fairly?”

You laughed. “No, Jumin, classes are fine. I just… Don’t really fit with your social class, you know. I mean, I knew I wouldn’t fit, but someday’s it really… just… I don’t know. You can put a working class girl in a Channel, but you can’t really change who she really is inside, right?” you smiled weakly.

Jumin furrowed his eyebrows, visibly upset. “What are you talking about?”

Your facade disappear and you sighed. You reached out for his hand and held it tighly.

“Please, don’t misunderstand me. I love you, I really do. Nothing can change that. But I can’t– I can’t pretend I don’t hear the whispers when I come here to have lunch with you. How I listen to them mocking these nice clothes you bought for me” you said, pointing at your light blue dress he had given you. “I don’t… I didn’t grow up with these things. I must look really dumb pretending to be part of a class I’m not”.

“Who made that comment?” he asks, angrily.

You try to cover it up, but after some pushing, you tell him it’s the secretary that works two offices away. She has a desk beside Jaehee’s. Jumin stands up, not stopping when you ask him to. He takes one step outside his office and spots the secretary you must be talking about.

“You’re fired. Assistant Kang, take care of that paperwork”.

Jumin returned to his office and locked the door. You can’t believe what just happened. He walks over to you and lifts up your chin with his hand, gently.

“Don’t ever let anyone tell you you don’t belong here. Or that you don’t deserve elegant clothes or anything I want to give to you. I know you didn’t grow up the same as me, but that’s why I love you. Because you didn’t look at me and saw my money or C&R, you looked at me. At who I was. Who I could be. I want to be the best man I can be, just for you. And I want to please you, giving you anything I can so you can enjoy life at its fullest. Also, look at you” he said, taking a look at your whole outfit. “You look breathtaking. You look classy, and it’s not just the dress” he smirked, kissing your cheek and making his way to your neck, leaving you a mess of giggles.

Saeyoung

Ok, so we all agree he’s the king of dark humour and self-deprecating jokes.

And he’s used to be like that around you and sometimes you make the same jokes and you both just laugh it out.

So that day, he doesn’t notice something’s off from the start.

He’s fixing the robot cat, since it had been malfunctioning. You’re reading a magazine on the couch while he’s sitting on the floor, both of you talking on and off.

“One day you should teach me who to do that. You know, fixing stuff and such”

“I wil! But you’ll need to call me sensei during our lessons.”

“Sensei? Isn’t that japanese?”

“It is! I’ll be your sensei if you wish. But what do you want to learn to fix?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t want to be the dumb one of the relationship”

“Awww. But we make such a good pair~”

“Just because you haven’t got tired of me yet” you chuckle.

“How could I get tired of your cooking? Never!~ I swear my mouth waters just thinking about your waffles.”

You laugh. “That’s all I am? My cooking?”

“Well, also how clean you keep this, Ms. Vanderwood hasn’t been complaining as much as before” he teases you.

“Well, you know I have to keep this apartment clean and your stomach full. That’s why I’m here, right? Until you get tired of my stupidness” you chuckle.

Saeyoung looks back at you, stopping on his fixing of robo-cat. He’s not longer smiling.

“… You really think that? That I think you’re stupid?”

“Well… I’m no genius. I’m just one more secretary, I’m… c’mon. You’d have more fun with someone who’s just as smart as you. I’m just here… until my time’s done. I’ve accepted it long ago.”

Suddenly he’s over you, making you lay on the couch, pinning both your arms over your head.

“Stop! What? Stop, just stop, what are you even saying?! You are kind, compassionate, generous and the most beautiful soul I’ve ever seen. You stayed by my side when I was at my worst. You saw all parts of me and still loved me. I’m the one who isn’t worthy of someone as loving and forgiving as you. I– I could never. I could have never rescued Saeran without you. I could have never been happy or even think about real happiness if it weren’t for you. So honestly, what if you don’t know anything about computers or hacking? That doesn’t matter to me. It’s you and your heart. It’s always been about your loving heart, MC. Please, please don’t be so hard on yourself. I’ve loved you my whole life. Even before I met you. I just didn’t realize it.”

Your eyes water

damn, saeyoung i almost cried as well, you fucker

You both stay on the couch, holding each other until you fall asleep. He keeps whispering soft and warm words to your ear every now and then, making sure you never doubt yourself again.

Saeran

“i want to die” “same”

It’s so usual for you both to make dark jokes, he doesn’t really notice when it stops being a joke to you.

You’re both laying on the couch. You’re on top of him, resting your head on his chest. You can’t remember how it started, but you start joking around.

“Your girlfriend’s a mess, you know”

“She is. Have you seen her hair?” he teased.

“What the hell does she think she’s doing? Have you seen the way she dresses?”

“Total mishap. It’s like a match made in hell”

“And her voice? More like a screech” you laugh, making fun of your own voice.

“Will she ever shut up?” he sighed dramatically, smirking softly.

“Why does she think she actually make someone happy?” you chuckle. His smile disappears.

Saeran stays silent for a minute. “You’re not happy?”

are you not happy with him? has he already bored you out of your mind? are you having second thoughts about your relationship? because he’s been trying, he’s been seeing a psychologist and even though there still isn’t a big change, he— is it because there hasn’t been a big change?

“Well, you’re not” you replied in a small voice. “And I can’t– And I don’t how– Maybe it’s me?”

So, Saeran decides to try something he’s been talking about with his psychologist. Better now than ever, he thought.

“I love you”

You raise your head, looking at him in disbelief. He’s never said that before. When you started dating, he had kissed you and you had understood how it was hard for him to express feelings due to the severe trauma he had gone through, so you hadn’t pushed him but… Saeran was still looking at you, a tense expression on his face. You suddenly realized you hadn’t said anything back.

“I love you too”. You had said it before. You had told him that a million times, but it was the first time you said it back.

“I know it seems I’m not making progress– But I think I am? I mean, I just told you that, right?” he said, scratching his head, a little nervous. “He said we were going to work on expressing feelings, and it was easier to express the most intense ones.”

“Your most intense feeling– one of your most intense feelings is loving me?” you asked, still surprised.

“Shut up” he said, making you laugh for real this time.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger headcanon #mysme hc #mystic messenger hc #mm hc #mm jumin #mm zen #mm jaehee #mm yoosung #mm saeyoung #i've lost my ability to make small hcs #this turned out to be seven pages on a google doc #SEVEN #will i ever make small hcs again #idk

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endingscenery · 5 years ago

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I Need You | Johnny

johnny suh x reader

genre: fluff, ceo and single-dad johnny au

summary: in many ways, johnny relies on you, his personal assistant, to keep him on track and ease his stressful life a little. what he doesn’t realise though, is just how much he actually needs you in it and that makes him a little scared.

words: 4.4K

a/n: this took me longer to write than expected. also johnny in the new mv has left me deceased

Knocking twice, you enter through the open door and walk into Johnny’s office, your planner and tablet in hand.

“You asked to see me?”

Johnny straightens in his chair, shoulders arching backwards to fix his posture, before he decides to simply stand instead.

“Y/N, I know this may be a bit much but I really need to ask a massive favour of you.”

You nod and so he continues.

“I need you to pick up Joon from school,” he exhales whilst his hand rubs against his temples. “There was some miscommunication between the babysitter and after school care isn’t open today.”

Your lips press together, teeth sinking in slightly. You already had a pile of documents sitting at your desk requiring your attention, there are multiple business calls to be made, follow up enquiries from past appointments and you still have to organise next month’s corporate dinner.

As if reading your mind, Johnny acknowledges, “I know you’re extremely busy as it is, but it would really mean the world to me if you could. Once he’s at the office you can just give Joon something to do and you can get on with your work. He probably has things in his backpack that will keep him busy.”

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and nod.

“Okay, I’ll do it. You owe me one though.”

Johnny smiles, and the look of relief on his face gives you a sense of calm despite knowing how stressed you will likely be soon after. You’re not even sure what you can find in your office that will keep the seven year old occupied while you work. At least Joon’s school isn’t too far from work.

You arrive at the school in roughly seventeen minutes. As you cross the street and enter into the school grounds, navigating through the children chasing each other and narrowly avoiding colliding into your body, high-pitch voices filling your ears, you notice the boy you’re looking for. Somehow, despite never having met Johnny’s son before, you can immediately recognise him, and not just from the photos which line Johnny’s office desk. As you watch him talk and laugh along with his friends, you can’t help but see remnants of Johnny in his actions. His stance, the way his eyes crinkle at the sides, his laughter, his smile; it all is reminiscent of his father. You chuckle to yourself before approaching the boy.

“Y/N!”

Stopping in your tracks, you’re surprised Joon is able to recognise you. He even knows your name. This is the first time you’ve met him.

Perhaps he recognised the work car and saw me get out of the driver’s seat.

Joon sits in the passenger seat beside you as you start the journey back to the office. His boyish voice fills the car as he animatedly tells you about his day; the things he learned, the mischief he got up to with his friends, the cool video game his classmate showed him; anything that comes to mind. His youthful energy brings a smile to your cheeks, the stress and anxiety work piled on you starting to ease as a calmness falls on you seeing the happiness and excitement of the boy beside you. Perhaps doing Johnny this favour wasn’t such a bad idea.

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Johnny is in a meeting by the time you return to work, so you lead Joon into your office, telling him you’ll let his father know he’s here once the meeting finishes. Joon makes his way to the circular table positioned in the corner of your office and takes a seat, eyes scanning over your workspace before lingering on the paintings adorning the walls.

“There isn’t much to do here,” you apologise, “But if there’s anything you want to do, I can try to see if I can make it possible.”

The boy thinks for a bit before deciding he wants to draw.

Grabbing some paper from the printer, you hand it over to him before rummaging through your drawers to find some pens, pencils, highlighters, texters; anything he can use for drawing, until you watch him take out his pencil case from his bag.

“Oh, of course you would have pencils in your bag,” you mumble to yourself, mentally slapping your head, as Joon chuckles.

You get back to work, occasionally looking over to ensure Joon isn’t getting too bored yet. The two of you continue your tasks quietly, the only sound being the music playing through your speakers as melodies gently dance throughout the room.

Staring at the screen, your eyes tired and strained, you close them for a second, leaning back in your seat to stretch your aching back. You listen to the music from the radio, noticing an extra voice humming to the tune. Tilting your head, you look over to Joon, finding him humming along to the song as he works on his drawing.

“Hey Joon.”

He looks up at you.

“Hmm?”

“If you like, I can connect my phone to the speakers and you can pick whatever song you want to listen to,” you offer.

“Really?”

Walking over to you, he takes your phone from your outstretched hand and searches through your Spotify account before picking a song.

Two soft knocks sound against your door, causing Joon to look in your direction and then towards the direction of the noise.

“Come in.”

You recognise the black, gelled-back hair, before Johnny fully enters and so does Joon. You watch from your desk as Johnny runs towards his son, lifting him up from under his arms and spinning him in the air, Joon’s legs dangerously missing your shelf. Their boyish laughter fills the room, their innocent smiles softening your heart. Biting your lip, you can’t help but feel a little guilty you felt annoyed when Johnny asked you for this favour. Only as he lowers his son back to the ground, does Johnny recognise the tune of the song playing from your speakers.

“Hey, it’s your favourite song!” he exclaims, goofily dancing at his son with moves you recognise from the memes your little cousin loves.

You can’t help but laugh at the sight of your boss, dressed in his tailored grey suit, dancing and otherwise making a fool of himself in order to make his son happy.

Johnny stops his actions almost immediately. Admittedly, he forgot you were even in the room, despite the fact he was standing in your office and he was the one who asked you to look after his son. He can feel the rush of blood climb towards his cheeks and he knows they are probably an obvious bright shade of pink. This only seems to make you laugh even harder, though you do offer him a sweet smile afterwards, calming his nerves just a little bit.

“Don’t mind me,” you giggle. “I’ll be out for a few minutes anyway since I need to talk to Jaehyun about some upcoming appointments. I’ll let you two continue having your fun.”

The two boys watch you exit your office, Joon chuckling once the door closes.

“You scared her off with your terrible dancing.”

“You think?”

Joon nods sheepishly at his father.

“You really think so?” Johnny teases, crouching down to tickle him as Joon shrieks in surprise, attempting to wriggle out of his father’s embrace.

❀❀❀

Johnny enters your office the following morning as you’re setting things up for the day.

“How are you?”

“I’m good,” you answer, watching your boss as he inspects the photos of your family and friends framed on your shelf.

“I didn’t get to say it yesterday, but I really am so thankful you watched over Joon. I’m not sure what I would have done if you couldn’t.”

“It’s nothing,” you shrug but he shakes his head.

“I know you, Y/N, more than you probably realise. I could tell you didn’t really want to do it when I asked.”

Johnny laughs as he watches your eyes widen and your cheeks redden in embarrassment.

“It’s fine, I know I give you a lot of work to do. I swear I don’t mean to have things pile up on you the way they do but it sometimes just seems to happen that way,” he apologises, running his hand through his hair, strands now escaping the usual sleek gelled-back look he was sporting.

You shake your head.

“Yes, perhaps I was annoyed a little in the beginning but I’m alright. In the end I was happy I agreed to look after him. He’s a good kid.”

“He enjoyed being with you too, you know,” Johnny smiles.

“Of course,” you laugh. “Who wouldn’t?”

Johnny lingers in your office for a few more seconds though he knows he should probably let you continue with what you need to do. As you finish setting up your desk, laying out the files and documents you need for the day, you check the time on your desktop.

“You know you have a meeting in the next ten minutes with Mark,” you remind him and Johnny stills.

“Oh my god, I do,” he stammers before turning to the door. “Well, I guess I’ll be off then.”

You shake your head at him while he just beams at you.

“What would I do without you, Y/N?”

❀❀❀

Wringing your hands and biting your lip, you stand nervously in front of Johnny’s office. Normally, your boss calling you in for a meeting wouldn’t worry you at all, but the email seemed overly direct and something about the unemotional wording gave you an uneasy feeling. Perhaps you were reading too much into the short sentence, but even when sending important emails to you, Johnny had always been somewhat more casual, the two of you having developed a friendship throughout the years you’ve been his assistant. So now you stood confused. You hadn’t done anything to warrant an impromptu meeting unless you had missed something important. Holding your breath, you knock on the door, entering as the sound of his voice tells you to come inside.

Johnny sat at his desk, fingers tapping against the wooden surface of the table. He is nervous, you can see it clearly, which isn’t helping ease your anxious thoughts. The fabric of your shirt is clinging to your skin, you can sense the slight tremble of your hands and your throat feels dry.

“Look, I know this is kind of strange to ask and you don’t have to say yes,” Johnny starts, his speech fast as he tries to just get the words out. “But Joon misses you. He keeps wondering when he will get to see you again and I don’t want to make things weird with our work relationship, but would you want to spend a day with us?”

Johnny notices you starting to fiddle with your hands, pulling at the sleeves of your blouse. He knows he shouldn’t have asked you this by calling you in for a meeting but it was the only way he would be able to ask you without chickening out since he has no real reason to call you in for a meeting and he wouldn’t be able to make something up as you were doing your job perfectly. He was too focused on his quick-beating and anxious heart, he didn’t think how his actions would make you nervous too.

“O-only if you want to, of course,” he adds quickly, praying this isn’t a mistake.

“I would love that.”

Your voice is so quiet Johnny almost misses your response. Almost.

He can’t help but feel relieved at your words, letting out a breath he didn’t realise he was even holding.

“Great I’ll message you after work then.”

You nod, but he notices you’re still fiddling with your hands, fingers clenching and unclenching.

“Did you really have to call me in for a meeting to ask that?” you laugh, trying to ease the tension as you get up from your seat.

Johnny shrugs, “No,” he lies. “But it ensured I got to have some time with you to ask,” he winks, back to his normal flirtatious self.

You smile, “You had me worried is all.”

But as you head out of his office and open the door, you hear him let out a quiet, “Sorry.”

❀❀❀

Johnny arranged for the two of you to meet on a bright Sunday morning. Hopping off the train at the bustling city station, you manoeuvred through the crowds, towards the exit. Tapping your card off and exiting the terminal, you spot Johnny’s tall figure in the distance, Joon’s head appearing in and out of your field of vision as he tries to move so as not to be obstructed by the bodies walking in between your path. Sending him a wave, Joon smiles, jumping up and waving in hopes you’ll see his actions.

“How was the train ride? Packed?” Johnny asks as you approach the two boys.

“Very,” you nod.

“Well, you were heading to the city, so that’s understandable,” he shrugs. “Could have driven here.”

“I hate city parking and you know that.”

Johnny does know that, hence why he offered to meet you at the station. Also, it is more convenient you meet Joon and himself since you both can take one car to the various places he has planned for the day. He decided to start the day in the city and grab breakfast at his favourite café and perhaps do some light shopping afterwards. He then thought it may be nice to head to the park east of the city as it has a massive playground which will keep Joon occupied. It also happens to have nice flowers and scenery he hopes you will like. If things go well, he can then take the two of you to the beach to eat chips by the sea and then see what the rest of the day seems to offer. He knows he may be going a little overboard and he’s not sure why, but he does know he wants you to enjoy yourself during this favour you’re doing for him.

Stop fooling yourself, you know It’s because you like her.

Johnny shakes his head, burying the intrusive thoughts.

That definitely isn’t it.

But as he watches Joon take your hand, running ahead out of the station towards the street, genuine smiles and laughter escaping your lips as you quicken your pace to keep up with his son, Johnny can’t help but feel something tugging at his heart.

Johnny sits beside you on the park bench as the two of you watch over Joon as he swings from the monkey bars before climbing up onto the playground slide. He is happy interacting with the other kids on the playground, quickly making friends.

He definitely inherited Johnny’s playful and friendly charm, you think to yourself, chuckling.

Turning to look at you, Johnny raises an eyebrow.

“He has your playful charm,” you repeat, gesturing to his son and Johnny grins.

“So you think I’m charming?”

You roll your eyes.

“I said he has your charm, not that you are charming.”

“But you also think that too,” he teases, not missing the opportunity to send you a wink.

Pushing his shoulder playfully, you scoff, “You wish.”

The melody of Johnny’s ringtone interrupts your conversation. You watch him take his phone out of his pocket, frowning at the screen.

“It’s for work. Sorry, I’m gonna have to take this,” he apologises, lips downturned in a pout.

“Go ahead and take it, I’ll keep an eye on Joon.”

He nods, apologising again before stepping away to answer it.

You turn your attention towards Joon, noticing he seems to be getting a little tired.

Johnny sighs as he answers the phone call. He didn’t want to take it; this was the day he had allocated to you and his son, he didn’t want to think about work, but he recognised the number as the CEO of an important business he has been trying to arrange negotiations with and knows it’s crucial he take it. Stealing glances your way, he knows he should try to focus more on the words of the person on the end of the line but he can’t help but let his attention occasionally drift towards you and his son. So when he hears the distinct sound of Joon’s cries, he quickly apologises, hanging up the call and rushing towards you and his son.

He arrives to the sight of you crouched down in front of Joon, wiping his tears away with your thumb as you reassuringly rub circles on his back, the boy calming down as his choked sobs start to subside. Johnny realises you must not have seen him yet. He looks on as you reach for the bag hanging from your shoulders, searching inside before pulling out a water bottle, antiseptic and some band-aids.

Prepared as always.

As you attend to his wounds, Johnny crouches beside you, causing you to look up at him and offer him a reassuring smile.

“We had a little accident jumping off the swing,” you inform. “But he’s alright, just gotta clean the wound and put some band-aids.”

Johnny nods, relieved he has you to take care of Joon.

“I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t call you over immediately, I didn’t want to interrupt your call, it seemed important.”

“That’s okay.”

“He’s a strong boy so he’ll be fine,” you say, smiling at Joon. “You’re tough aren’t you?”

Joon nods, biting his lip from the pain.

Johnny watches, mesmerised, as he watches you tediously treat and look after his son’s wounds. He can’t help but feel touched at your actions, looking after Joon with such care, almost as if he was your own.

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It’s around 7:00pm when Johnny pulls his car into your driveway. Joon had fallen asleep in the backseat, and the ride was filled with the soft atmospheric tunes of Johnny’s playlist. Stepping out, you search through the pockets in your bag to find your keys as Johnny opens the back passenger door, gently unbuckling and lifting up the sleeping boy. After spending time at the beach, Johnny had offered to drive you home and along the way, before falling asleep, Joon announced he felt like a hot chocolate. When you asked if he wanted to drink some at your place before he and his father continued their journey home, Joon had been more than excited to do so. Yet now he lay asleep in Johnny’s arms.

“He’ll probably wake up once we get inside,” Johnny shrugs and you nod.

As he enters your home, he spreads Joon onto your couch, careful not to interrupt his rest, while you busy yourself grabbing the chocolate and milk. Johnny positions himself on one of the stools by your kitchen counter, taking in the decor and layout of your home. He’s amazed at how organised everything is, everything having its own place yet no one spot looks overcrowded.

No wonder you do so well at your job as an assistant. Even at home your things are organised, Johnny thinks to himself, smiling.

Plants accent the room, brightening up the otherwise empty corner spaces and vases full flowers sit atop all the tables throughout your house.

“Oh, you’re awake now.”

Johnny follows your gaze, swivelling his seat, to find Joon lazily walking up to the counter, rubbing his eyes as he adjusts to the bright kitchen lights.

“Right on time too, I just finished the hot chocolates.”

Joon’s lips upturn into a wide grin and he no longer looks sleepy. Johnny looks on as Joon climbs onto the high stool and wraps his two small hands around the mug you push towards him. But it’s the expression on your face that gets him the most. The look of endearment, of a motherly love, that leaves his throat dry. It feels too domestic; the two of you spending a Sunday together looking after his son, going to a park, the beach, having hot chocolates in the evening at home. Yet, now that he has felt it again, he can’t help but want more.

The two boys arrive home just past nine. Being visibly exhausted from the day, it is easy for Johnny to get Joon to go to bed. As he fluffs his pillows and pulls the duvet over Joon’s small frame, Johnny decides to sit on the edge of his son’s bed for just a little longer.

“I really like Y/N,” Joon mumbles, letting out a yawn.

Johnny nods. “She is an amazing person.”

“You really like her too, don't you?”

Looking down at his son, Johnny finds he’s not sure how to respond.

“You act differently around Y/N,” he muses. “And you stare at her a lot.”

Johnny laughs, knowing he can’t argue with Joon’s statement.

“Is that so?”

“It is so.”

❀❀❀

Johnny knows he’s falling for you. He knows it from the fact that you cross his mind at strange times throughout the day and that whenever he sees something he thinks you’ll like, he gets the urge to buy it just to see you smile. He knows it because he often finds himself wondering if you’re having a good day and if you’re happy. When he’s not with you, he wonders what you are doing. His heart skips a beat every time he sees you. He knows he’s falling for you from the fact that he’s doing and thinking all the romantic things he promised he wouldn’t allow himself again.

In truth, the thought of being with you frightens him. After Joon’s mother abandoned him, he never wanted to let another person that close to him again. He pushed through the struggle of balancing looking after his son alone and giving him the love of both parents on his own, and he can proudly say he has been doing so successfully. Better than he thought he was capable of, if he’s being honest. But somehow, as he watches you from across the staff room joking and laughing through your conversation with your co-workers, and as he thinks about the Sunday you spent together and the way you cared for his son, he can’t help but feel a tug at his heart, his head prompting him to change his cynical attitude.

Perhaps this time things will work with you.

And as you look over to him at that moment, catching his gaze and offering him a bright smile, Johnny knows he’s made up his mind over you.

❀❀❀

Johnny holds business meetings with the CEOs of some of the country’s top companies. He knows he can be strict and blunt when employees slack off. He can make split decisions for heavy matters that involve millions of dollars without a drop of sweat. Yet, as he stands before you at the park he took you the previous week, taking in your unique features as the pretty flowers behind you frame your pretty face, he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He can hear the loud beating of his heart. He can feel the sweat accumulating on the palm of his hands. And for once, he feels scared. Scared of your response, scared his next words will affect the good relationship the two of you have, scared your answer may let his son down, scared once he says his next words he won’t be able to take them back, but mostly, he feels scared you don’t feel the same.

“Look, Y/N, I didn’t ask you to join me here for just a walk,” Johnny admits. “I want to ask you something important.”

“Well, at least you didn’t call me in for a meeting this time,” you tease and Johnny smiles at the memory.

You can see how tense he is and you’re doing your best to brighten the atmosphere for him which he is thankful for.

“I like you. A lot.”

You can tell he has more to say so you nod, encouraging him to continue.

“You can probably imagine why, but I tried to push any idea of a romantic relationship from my head when Joon’s mother left.”

He tries to push down the lump forming in his throat restricting his speech and ability to say what he wants.

“I had been pretty successful at it too,” he chuckles. “Until recently.”

You bite your lip as he takes your hands in his.

“Being with you makes me incredibly happy in a way I thought I wouldn’t ever feel again. And I think it’s been building up for a while, but when I got to spend the whole day with you and saw how you take care of Joon, how I know you treat and care for everyone at the office, how you care for me; I know that’s what I need in my life. I need you in my life.”

You can feel the tears running down the side of your face and you notice the look of panic that crosses Johnny’s features. But when a smile emerges from your lips and you gently rest your hand along his cheeks, Johnny understands your tears are from happiness.

“I need you in my life too.”

Despite how cliché it sounds, the sensation of Johnny’s lips pressing against yours makes him feel as if he’s in heaven. They’re softer than he imagined and through the kiss he can feel your love for him.

The sound of a forced cough, causes the two of you to separate from each other. Looking down, you find Joon standing in front of you both, arms crossed and his left eyebrow raised.

Johnny glares at his son, knowing he told Joon to let the two of you be alone for a few minutes before pulling you aside.

The boy only stares back, as if to tell him he has given you both enough time.

Joon looks back at the two of you, still wrapped in each other’s arms, before he wedges himself in between the both of you so that he’s in the middle of the hug, causing you to break out in laughter.

Johnny sighs, but you only shake your head.

“Don’t be upset, Joon just got jealous he wasn’t involved in the family hug.”

You hear a whine of protest from Joon and notice Johnny’s face soften.

Something about those words left a warm feeling in his chest.

You are now fully a part of his life.

Part of his family.

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years ago

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Try It On, Take It Off - Orson Krennic x Reader (Rogue One)

100 Sentence Challenge Request

Orson Krennic + 95 - “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.” Requested by @mysticaltimemachinewench

Author’s Note: Roll with the idea of Halloween and October 31st being things in the Star Wars universe just for this fic, please! This boy is so whiny, I spent all week writing for him last week and he’s still like “write more!” so, I thought I’d post one. It’s because he’s all the bottom of my drafts now I’m sure of it. Boots & Boys - Kesha Okay, so I was looking for songs to do with dressing up. And I found a bunch of cute love songs about wearing your SOs clothing, but... This one is fun and I needed fun for the premise-!

Disclaimer: Rogue One Characters/SW Universe not mine. / Requested premise / lyrics & gifs not mine.

Premise: Every Halloween it’s the same thing, and Krennic is sick of people dressing like him. This year he’s determined to get to the bottom of things...

Words: 2010

Warnings: Swearing / Sexual connotations/Pre-Amble

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Think it's time that I mention I've got myself an obsession For the smell, for the touch I know I've got myself a habit But I gotta have it now I don't care where, work it out Let me break it down I try it on, I take it off So what you got? Something 'bout boots and boys They bring me so much joy I gotta say I wear 'em both so pretty as I walk in the city Give me boots and boys I'm keeping quite the collection Take nothing less than perfection My men drop beats like a bomb Wind me up, spin me round Oh, lookie what I found (ooh!) I'm crazy for you, crazy for you Hey hey, whatcha looking at? Hey hey, something you can't have They've got me looking rad You feeling that?

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October 31st was always a date Krennic hated seeing in his calendar. The Death Star had not been a project spanning months by any stretch of the imagination. Orson was many, many years into this – and he was now accustomed to his workers Halloween traditions. He couldn’t say it wasn’t one of the reasons he was glad that it was nearing completion. That, and he might finally get the recognition he deserved. At least for now he had you. Given, you were relatively new to the project when he looked at the timeline as a whole, but you were certainly a necessary piece – and Krennic actually liked you. A lot of the other employees, if he were honest with himself, he actually could have done without. Which is probably why you’d grown close – and then maybe a little too close. But Orson wasn’t going back on that now. This was the day Krennic didn’t want to leave his office – inevitably, it was also the day that everyone would have him chasing all over the structure. Why? Oh, because they all knew how much he hated today too! So as soon as the email pinged in from the other side of the Death Star, Krennic tried everything he could to get them to come to him, or to send him documents, pictures, anything that meant he didn’t have to go on an annoyingly long walk. Orson used practically every persuasive trick in the book, to no avail. Eventually he had to concede rising from his desk, sighing angrily, and gathering his things to head to the problem. Almost immediately he was assaulted with the kind of visuals he’d become accustomed to. It seemed every other person on this damned vessel took today to dress up as him. Now, whilst dressing in the full white Intelligence Bureau tunic would have been against protocol and would have meant he could reprimand them, everyone decided to wear capes of various different colours instead. Some, like his, matched their uniforms – and if it wasn’t also for the fact they copied the way he walked and carried himself, with an unconvincing attempt at his accent and speech patterns, he’d find it quite tasteful. Krennic would almost be flattered, he supposed - perhaps even feel like a trend setter – had the crew not being doing it for any other reason than to mock him. God forbid any of them attempt Lexrulian; one day it was going to make his ears bleed. Others decided to wear their ‘capes’ in the gaudiest colours imaginable, and sometimes Orson felt like he was going to be physically ill just staring at them.

Still, technically all of this was against regulation – and although he probably couldn’t take on the entire staff and win, he took pleasure in chastising those he disliked most. “Isn’t that a little against your uniform regulation?” “Take that off now – before I have you reported.” “Next time I catch you in something like this, you’re off the project.” Annoyingly, he could never keep how irked he was out of his voice – and they took great joy out of that, and never bothered hiding it. When they did take these ridiculous attempts at mocking him off (Though it worked. He supposed.), Krennic knew they’d be pulled back on before he rounded the next corner – but for now at least, Orson could be smug in his little bit of power. The fact he could actually force the crew to remove them. He often pondered how this started. Tarkin, he had no doubt. Krennic wasn’t going to blame himself after all, he knew his uniform looked damn good. He just wasn’t fool enough to think this was respectful admiration. Eventually he reached the person who emailed him and, as predicted, it was an easy fix that Krennic could have done in less than five minutes on his tablet back in his office. The Director almost punished them on the spot for that, but by this time was already too pissed off with the situation to trust himself not to lose complete control. Not that that didn’t happen a lot, especially when everything was stalling – but today that was what everyone wanted. ‘If I see another bad attempt at ridiculing my uniform I’ll scream…’ Orson’s jaw was beginning to ache with the way he was tightening it. Half way back to his office, Krennic took a detour. By now he really was yelling at people – Orson was this close to drawing weapons and kicking them off the station, Project Stardust be damned. Desperately seeking respite, he wandered back to his quarters and as the corridors began to quieten, scuffled along in his boots, sulking. ‘What did I ever do to deserve this-!?’ Reaching the door to his room, Krennic gave a small smile – he would receive relief in here. Well at least she will be sweet... I can tell her my frustrations and she’ll sympathize… As Krennic keyed himself in and the door slid open, he realised just how wrong he could be. You were walking up and down the main room and studying yourself in about every reflective surface you could find. If this wasn’t you, Krennic would have blown it, and immediately all his irritations came flooding back. You were, of course – with access to his wardrobe - pacing around in his uniform. Full Intelligence white, rank bar included. Sure, the sleeves were rolled up – which pained him because it’d take an age to get those creases out - and the cape was a little long for you, but, you had the whole thing on, right down to the boots. Usually Krennic might smirk and call you out on wearing his clothes, after all you did look good in his tailored shirts. Any other day of the week he’d probably be pretty turned on right now. But NOT today. As the door slid closed behind him and beeped locked, you whirled around. The cape moved with you and your eyes fell to it; immediately distracted. Krennic’s uniform was gorgeous on him, but the feeling of power you got when wearing it for yourself was indescribable. You liked running your hands over it – the feeling of the fabric between your fingers very nearly bordering obsessive with your need to do it at every chance you could; it was so perfectly weighted that, in all honesty, the tailoring was a marvel to you. You always made a mental note to thank the designers and sewers for their impeccable work. (On Orson’s entire wardrobe, actually.) “Director.” You presented yourself and looked back to him, “What do you think?” Orson very nearly shivered, and if he wasn’t so pissed he’d probably have let himself. That was Lexrulian – and compared to everything else he’d heard today, was very nearly music to his ears. “What are you doing-!?” There was a snap in the undertone of his voice – agitated, to match the way his jaw tightened. You answered cheerily, nonetheless. “It’s Halloween. So, I’m you! I mean you could be me if you wanted, but I’m not sure the uniform would fit-!” You giggled slightly at the mental image of him in your tight black jacket – no, maybe it wouldn’t fit properly, but it might look really good. If only for a second. Although Krennic was glaring at you by now. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, is all this YOUR idea-!?” For a moment you looked innocent, “No! You mean the fact everyone else does it? I didn’t start it, but I felt I could damn well finish it. Besides, LOOK!, I can do it better than everyone else!” “No! No! Y/N-!” You scrambled up onto the table, and cleared your throat. It was clear to Krennic you’d been practicing, because you had his stance down and his mannerisms almost perfect. He was almost impressed. “The POWER we are dealing with here is immeasurable! Single reactor ignition would be just an inkling of it’s true destructive potential! And I will not fail!” He blinked slowly, thinking you were mixing up at least three of his previous conversations there. There was a long pause before Krennic stepped forward, pointing at you. “GET. DOWN! Do you have any idea how expensive that table was-!?” “Awwww, Orson, c’mon!!” “I’m NOT impressed, GET DOWN!” “Baaabe.” “Don’t whine..!” You backed up just out of his reach, even your best innocent eyes weren’t saving you today – he must have been furious. “But it took me so long, I’ve tried on all the variants, I tried on your dress uniform even-! And it isn’t complete without the cape, and the rain one doesn’t have a patch on the glory of this one!! I thought it wouldn’t drag if I put on my heeled boots, but that didn’t get the look right either! And it’s you – so, it had to be perfect…” Your eyes glittered gently as you tried to plead with him, “I thought if I did it properly, it might make you smile. That it might be more… respectful. I dunno I-” He cut you off, demanding, “OFF. THE. TABLE.” “Well, what are you gonna do-!?!” Krennic was quick on his feet, and even though you’d backed yourself up he still managed to grab your wrist and drag you down. You might have been in his uniform, but you were nowhere near his height; and you might have had his traits down, but you didn’t have his strength either. Meaning within seconds he had you shoved up against a wall – with a squeak – before his lips were on yours, wrists pinned by your sides. He might have been angry, but that only made this kiss hotter, and you practically melted into him. Orson was showing you absolutely no mercy – and you weren’t sure if you really deserved it, but you were at least a little glad of it. Eventually he pulled away from you; leaving you gasping and panting for breath. But you whined, wanting more from him. “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.” Krennic had, many a time. Which is one of the reasons you wanted to do this, because he might feel a little better if you were doing it right. Clearly you were in the wrong ballpark. You thought about nodding in admittance, but thought maybe continuing to be playful would get you what you wanted. “Don’t think you did – maybe you did. You should remind me.” “Oh, I think I will.” His smirk was back as you let him run his hands through the fastenings of the tunic and unzip your pants. Oh, yeah, he wanted this uniform off bad. You bit your lip, “It does look sexy on you though, is it surprising everyone wants to copy it? I mean I like trying it on and taking it off.” Orson nipped your neck, eliciting a gasp from you; “Evidently I might too.” Then he chuckled at your sigh, running his hands over your warm skin, “That doesn’t make me hate today any less. I mean it’s hardly tribute, is it?” You tipped your head, “I mean, I tried.” “Oh, don’t think I didn’t hear that mocking tone.” He grazed his lips to yours, and it was hardly rewarding, you pined for more but he held you away from him – still immobilized against the wall, “Still, I’ll admit so much… you do look very pretty in white.” You did very nearly blush, but knew that his mind wouldn’t be going to something as virtuous as weddings or dresses; probably a different kind of white lace altogether. “Can I keep the cape at least?” Maybe he’d enjoy you wearing that and very little else. That would be like a ‘sexy’ Halloween costume, would it not? Even if it was just for him. Maybe that’s what Krennic needed if he detested today so much. He growled, kissing you again before you let him slide the jacket from your shoulders and it fell to the floor; “If you’re good, we’ll see.”

--- Thank you very much for reading! It’s been a while since Krennic has been posted too, I’ll admit! 🙏��

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roaminginspiration · 5 years ago

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Before The Last Grain

My first true AU ever! No Avengers at all. I hope you’ll enjoy!

Chapter 1

Time is a strange concept. It's impalpable yet heavily perceptible. It can make a moment linger forever or go by fleetly. It stretches or shrinks. It is mysterious and unfathomable.

Or so, it was.

It all changed fifteen years ago when scientists finally deciphered its secret code. At a time when divorces were skyrocketing in the world, a company came up with an algorithm capable of determining when you were to meet your significant other and encapsulated it in the modest form of a watch.

LOVE IS ONLY A TICK AWAY the slogan read on every TV commercial and banner in the streets and online.

Skepticism gave way to curiosity and hope. And as hard as it was to admit— and still is for some — the Watch had startling results. Every encounter predicted led to a successful relationship. Love blossomed everywhere and never perished. The divorce rate fell significantly across the world and the efficiency of the Watch became indisputable.

The principle is astoundingly simple. The Watch activates around the wrist of the wearer the first time it is worn and sets automatically. When the countdown reaches 0, which means you are standing in front of your soulmate, it beeps (along with theirs) then turns off completely.

Of course, a small, trivial object with such power stirs strong opinions. People began to argue over it — some asked to make it illegal and have it banned. The initiative was strongly supported by the main Churches, but not only. Over time, — after the heated debate wore off—, you could pretty much find three categories of people. The overwhelming majority — who wore the Watch and waited expectantly waited for the last tick; the minority — those who'd refused to buy or activate it altogether; and those who knew, but vehemently tried to fight against fate...at their own scale.

Now, whether people live by or abhor it, the Watch has become a trivial object omnipresent in your everyday life. Like a phone or tablet.

The many people currently bustling in the small Manhattan coffee shop are walking past, waiting in line for their orders with a Watch around their wrist. Or not. It's something you don't dwell on.

Natasha Romanoff is sipping coffee at her usual table by the window, right next to the tall plant. She looks up from the book she's reading and notices a man is staring at her from the sugar counter across the room. She dismisses it and goes on to take another sip before resuming her reading. Her cup is nearly empty when a tall, broad figure comes to stand above her.

"Excuse me," a male voice calls. She takes her eyes off of the page and looks up. It is the same man from earlier. He's holding his cup and has a notebook clutched under his arm.

His blue eyes stare into hers with an unexpected combination of boldness and bashfulness.

"I couldn't help admiring you from across the room and, as I was about to leave, I thought I had to take a chance and come and speak to you."

She raises her eyebrow. His advances certainly are flattering. And she'll admit, he is strikingly handsome. His sharp, square jaw, his full lips, and the golden hair, without mentioning his incredible athletic figure — the man has it all.

"May I?" he asks, pointing at the chair across from her.

She nods. He smiles and sits down. He puts down on the table what she realizes is a leather sketchbook, creased in the middle for often being folded with the corners worn out. He attentively watches her.

“You come here a lot?” he asks.

“Probably more than I should,” she says with a smirk. “You?”

“First time, actually. And I’m glad I did.”

The smirk tugging at his lips is compelling. Almost irresistible.

“Yeah. Their lattes sure are the best,” she chimes in. Her humor makes him smile.

They chat, mostly banter in the most natural and familiar way until he finally asks:

“Can I give you my number? See how things could develop…”

She eyes him without a word.

“They wouldn’t develop much unless you are…,” she trails off as she pulls up her sleeve, “3 months, 5 days and 37 minutes early.”

He brushes his thumb over his bottom lip with a slightly stern expression. He takes a breath in and leans back on the chair. His eyes dive into hers, unwavering.

“You didn’t come off as the type to wear the Watch,” he says. He doesn’t sound disappointed or judging. Maybe the contrary intrigued and willing to tackle that unexpected challenge.

“I like to keep people on their toes.”

“3 months, huh? That’s quite close,” he comments.

She smiles unabashedly. He nods to himself.

“I’ll admit I didn’t see this hold-up coming but I’m a good judge of character.”

“And?” she cocks an eyebrow.

He extends his forearms on the table and leans over, creating an unsettling kind of intimacy.

“You’re not the type to let an algorithm take control of your life.”

His bold statement and the quiet confidence he displays draw her in. She smiles and glances away quietly.

“Or maybe I believe in destiny.” A short, contemplative silence follows.

He quickly looks at the clock on the wall across.

“Time seems to be against us today. But I’m pretty stubborn. What’s your name?” he asks, casually.

“Natasha.”

It makes him smile. “Let’s make a deal, Natasha,” he purrs her name like hot and sweet liquor. “If we meet again, you’ll owe me a date. It’ll be my honor to ask you out again.”

“Why would I make such a deal?” she questions daringly.

“Because if we meet again we can definitely agree it was meant to be, right?”

The corner of his mouth curls up. He takes his sketchbook, folds it under his arm then gets up. As he walks away, she calls out.

“If I choose to honor this deal, I should at least know your name.”

His large shoulders spin around. He smiles triumphantly.

“Steve Rogers.”

That evening Natasha Romanoff comes home from work and smiles as she finds herself almost wishing to meet that stranger in the coffee shop again.

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2 MONTHS, 30 DAYS, 18 HOURS, 12 MINUTES AND 33 SECONDS

And indeed, they do. It happens very randomly about a week later. Natasha is chatting alongside her colleague and friend Maria Hill at a fancy but relaxed banquet party they have been invited to when she sees him, watching her from across the room. He is standing with a group of people who are laughing loudly, totally oblivious of the scene that seems to unfold in slow motion.

He is wearing an elegant black shirt with sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms with a pair of black trousers. It strikingly contrasts with his light hair and turquoise blue eyes. He is a guest, too, but he has the attention of half the females in the audience without even trying. But he doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are fixed on her with a satisfying smirk playing on his lips.

He lets the moment linger as a way to savor his victory. And oddly perhaps, she is too. Maybe she likes the thrill of this adventurous curve in the straight and steady path lying ahead of her.

She whispers a couple of words into Maria’s ear, apologizes to her company and goes out on the large terrace looking over Manhattan and its skyline. It only takes a few seconds before she hears him approach.

“Quite a lovely evening, isn’t it?” he says after standing by the guardrail.

“And full of surprises,” she finishes with a smile.

She turns to face him. “Ok, what’s your secret? How’d you know you’d find me here?”

He leans an elbow on the rail and turns towards her, too.

“I didn’t. I’m pleasantly surprised too, to be honest.”

She snorts and shakes her head, then gazes at the floodlit landscape in front of them.

“So how come you were invited? Who are you friends with?”

He points at the exuberant man giving a grandiloquent speech to his assembly.

“I’m Tony Stark’s lawyer.”

She nods to herself. “I guess that explains the whole ‘good judge of character’ talk.”

“Becoming his lawyer may not have been my brightest moment,” he jokes. “And you?”

“I’m a pianist. Stark has been funding many of my concerts across the city.”

“You must be very good at it, then. Tony doesn’t choose to be someone’s patron lightly.”

She smiles silently. She can feel his expectant gaze upon her.

“So…Natasha, will you have dinner with me? And who knows? I might even surprise you.”

His boyish smile forces a giggle out of her. She reaches over to take the flute of champagne in his hand and takes a sip.

“Maybe you already have,” she murmurs.

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The date was agreed on for the following Friday in a busy street in Brooklyn. She finds him standing on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets. He is wearing a dark brown leather jacket. She has put on a pair of blue high-waist jeans with a silky maroon cropped top with a jacket. Her hair is up in a bun.

He flashes a wide when he sees her coming up.

“You look stupendous,” he says. For a pair of jeans and a jacket?

“That’s…quite an enthusiastic response.”

He chuckles. “You’ll understand later.”

“So where are we going?” she asks.

“I know a local Italian around the corner. It’s been open for as far as I can remember.”

They make their way there. The interior is as modest as the outside façade. It surprises her — not a common choice for a Wall Street lawyer. He’s not trying to dazzle her and she likes it.

“Steve!” a man calls loudly in a thick Italian accent. He warmly shakes his hand and taps his shoulder then turns to greet Natasha with the same friendly enthusiasm. “Welcome to Giovanni’s, darling. I have kept the best table for you.”

They go and sit and Giovanni lights up the half-used candle.

“They serve the best lasagna. I know, I’ve tried at other places.”

Giovanni casts him the glare. Steve gulps. “Not that many.”

The wine is exquisite in an authentic type of way. There is nothing glittery or arrogant at Giovanni’s but it’s charming all the same. She can see why he’s chosen this place for their first date.

"Of course we could only meet again, and in these circumstances. This is Tony Stark's world and we all live in it," she remarks and they both laugh.

The conversation eventually shifts to the Watch.

“What’s your story? Why aren’t you wearing one?”

“Why should I?” he laughs. “Half my family is obsessed with it and I’m not sure they are any happier.”

“So your family doesn’t share your views?”

“The day my parents got theirs it struck the end of their marriage. My father was never truly involved anyways; it simply gave him an excuse to leave us. My mom’s Watch beeped eventually and she re-married. He’s a nice guy; his wife had passed many years before. They’re doing well. His son — my step-brother — who’s about my age, has patiently been waiting for his Watch to beep.”

“And what’s so wrong about it?” she asks.

He shakes his head. “Call me old-fashioned or stubborn, but I like the idea that I have chosen the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Some people need a little help, sometimes. It is scary to fall in love.”

“It’s always been. I’m not scared to have my heart broken so long as I allowed it to work.”

She eyes him from behind her glass of red wine.

“You think people don’t fall in love nowadays?”

He stares into her emerald eyes. “I think they forget to be spontaneous.”

They’re words she hasn’t heard in years and that bring back fond nostalgia.

“Spontaneous?” she trails off as she plays with the spoon of her dessert. “Show me.”

He cracks a smile.

He lays bills on the table and gets up, flaunts his leather jacket over his shoulder then stretches a hand out to her. “I was hoping you would ask.”

She looks up at him with inquisitive but beguiled eyes then glances down at his hand. She gently slips her fingers onto his palm.

A couple of minutes later, they are walking along the street. He halts and looks at her.

“Why are we stopping?” she asks.

He smiles. “Our ride is here.”

She stares in disbelief at the big motorcycle parked behind him. She chuckles.

“You’re the first lawyer I meet who rides one of these!”

“I guess I like to keep people on their toes,” he echoes her words, earning a smirk from her, then leans over to get the helmet. He steps in front of her and gently lays it on her head. He then fastens the clip.

He teasingly pokes the tip of her nose with his finger. “It looks cute on you.”

He puts his helmet on and straddles the motorcycle. She watches with an agape mouth — what a sight!

“When you’re ready,” he says kindly.

Her heartbeat quickens. The exhilaration is slowly surging up her body. It feels like old times again. She smiles and gives an encouraging nod to herself before getting on. Her hands gently slip around his waist.

The engine roars fiercely. It sends shivers down her spine. Steve pulls back slowly then engages on the road. As they enter the freeway, his hand swiftly pulls around the handle, launching the bike forward. Her fingers grasp the fabric of his shirt. They soon get away from the bustling city and the light turns dim as they dive into the night. Steve drives fast along the deserted roads lined with trees. She slowly looks up and catches sight of the thousand stars glowing in the sky. It seems like ages since she last saw them.

The mild air sweeps across her face and she breathes in the scent of humid grass and leaves. She loosens her grip and bends backward, taking in the view, enjoying the moment. She lets out a joyful and carefree squeal whose echo dies down in the distance. He smiles from where he is sitting.

Thirty minutes, he pulls over on the side of a quiet rural road. They are both leaning on the bike, gazing at the splendorous untouched nature in front of them.

She taps her finger on the screen of her Watch.

“My father bought it for me when it came out. I’d just turned 18. He had great hopes for me which involved being in a happy marriage and having children. But I wasn’t ready for any of it. I was…,” she smiles blankly, “rebellious. Hardly contented with anything. I took his gift as a leash so I protested. Commitment meant little to me. I’d date around for the sake of proving I could. Then I met this guy, a singer, he offered me my ticket out. I went with him on a tour around Europe. It was fun, and I felt free. Alive.” She pauses and takes a deep breath in. “My father had a heart attack. He died alone and it took days before someone even realized and found him. It took even longer before I came back and claimed his body. After that, I saw why family was important. And I put the Watch on.”

She turns to look at him with watery eyes and shrugs slightly as she sniffs and forces a smile. “Never took it off once ever since.”

Steve is watching her quietly. She notices his eyes are slightly gleaming too under the moonlight. “I’m sorry,” he says.

She shakes her head. “It’s ok. It was years ago. Anyways, when I came back I settled down and resumed my studies. I started a new life and it hasn’t been an unhappy one so far.”

The corner of his mouth goes up slightly. “Has it been a happy, fulfilling one, though?”

She runs her fingers through her hair. “I don’t know. It’s been so long. But it feels safe.”

“I get it. I really do.”

They look at each other without a word. She bites her bottom lip and shuts her eyelids. Her mind runs through a thousand thoughts, once of which is far more obsessive than the others and she can no longer pretend to ignore. Looking back at him staring at her with such candor and yearning, she feels the pull to lean in.

She makes a resolute nod and stands on her feet. She turns to face him.

“If we’re doing this,” she begins, “we can’t get attached. We’re just being spontaneous and going along with it…for the time it lasts.”

Still sitting on the bike, he looks at her with meek, but lustful, eyes. He looks down and shakes his head, snorting.

“Natasha. I like you,” he admits. “I like you. I think part of me will always want more but I can’t risk losing it all for being too greedy. We’ll go with your terms.”

She smiles. “Great,” she says and holds her hand up to make it an official shake.

He laughs softly. He swiftly puts a hand to her waist and pulls her to him, crushing his lips against hers, sealing the deal with a kiss.

2 MONTHS, 28 DAYS, 14 HOURS, 41 MINUTES AND 7 SECONDS

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years ago

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My Nurse

MOVIE SLAUGHTER HOUSE RULEZ

COUPLE WILL (ASA) X READER

RATING SMUTT

I sighed sitting in the common room before school starts when Meridith stepped in

"Ahh morning boys" he says and knowone answered "right well I have a little announcement now I know our nurse has been a little busy with all you boys so our nurse is going to be having a assistant to help out, now I'm sure you'll all make her feel at home, please welcome miss y/n y/l/n" he explained as a girl came in she couldn't have been much older then me in a little nurse dress with her hair in a bun she smiled and I smirked oohhh hello nurse...

I stood in the long line of people, most of which all hear to get a look at that new assistant nurse, that y/n girl, I admit I was kinda going to see her but also because I had gym and I don't wanna do it I smirked as I was next in line and soon enough she called me in

"What's wrong Willoughby?" She asks sweetly

"I have a tummy ache" I told her

"What sort of stomach ache?" She asks getting organized

"Uhh a kinda throbbing? Stiff tummy ache" I answered

"Really? You know your the fourth boy in a row with a stomach ache like that, those exact words too" she says

"Ohh? Perhaps something is going about?" I suggest

"I know exactly what's going out you dirty boys" she says

"No nurse really, I really do have a stomach ache"I told her

"Here take this I'll check up on you in your room later" she says so I nodded taking the tablets and going off back as I had waisted enough lesson by now ...

I sat on my bed trying to look...uhh I don't really know? Do I want her to think I'm really sick? Or do I want her to see how sexy I am? Because for obvious reasons I can't do both. I went with sexy making sure she got a good look at me as I laid on my bed waiting for her till my door clicked open and I smiled knowing that dress

"Hello nurse, I really don't feel much better" I told her as she came over checking up on me every chance I got I tried making her brush her hand where... Where I needed her and everytime she touched she blushed harder and appologizied and every time she did I told her it was alright

"Humm? I can't favum it" she says kneeling by my bed she checked everything again and sighed "perhaps it's stress? Try to relax your stomach" she says undoing my shirt s little rubbing her soft hands on my stomach I tried to relax but how could I with those pretty little hands all over me I was starting to relax when I felt her jump as her phone went off her hand slipping down my body under the hem of my pants and my lose boxers her fingers on my cock I almost yelled but I froze not wanting to move her by accident wanting to feel her hand there forever "oh my goodness I'm so sorry Willoughby" she says

"That- that's alright nurse" I told her "actually if you could just..." I said quietly gently pushing on her hand she did as I encouraged moving her hand up and down slowly and softly jerking me off I bit my mouth wanting so bad to scream but I held my tongue

"Is that why you have a knot in your tummy?" She asks and I nod "okay" she smiled taking her hand away I almost whined I missed her hand so badly already she gave me lips a little kiss which I happily returned as she undid my jeans and pushed down my boxers I gasped feeling my cock against the cold air especially as y/n is in the room with me, she opened the draw by my bed and got out the little bottle of lube I use for jerking off putting some on he hand and grabbing my base

"Ummm" I groaned feeling her take her grip she smiled giving me another kiss

"Not a word to the other boys, else it's never happening again, got it?" She asks

"Umm yes nurse" I smirked ...

I smirked laying in bed with my book,

"Come on you lot move it! move it!" One of cleggies goons says ushering everyone out "will the fuck are you doing still in bed!" He yelled "get dressed and get going" he ordered

"No I don't think so" I smirked "I'm not going"

"Why the hell not?" He asked

"I'm unwell" I smirked showing him my Letter from the nurses office

"What the?" He asks taking it from me so I went back to my book "cleg!" He yelled and cleg came down having a look too

"What is this? Forgery? Photo copy? Photoshop?" He asks

"No, all real check the signature and stamp you don't trust me" I smirked cleg checked them and it all checked out so he left in a huff giving me my Letter back

"Where the fuck you get that?" He asks "suck off the doctor?"

"Well... Not exactly" I smirked "Nurse... I feel my temperature again" I whined and she rushed out in her normal dress

"Ohh my poor sweet Willoughby" she says stroking my hair as she took care of me he sighed and left so I pulled her onto my lap "hehehee Willoughby" she giggled

"Come on...all the boys are gone? The office is empty? How about we... Fool around?" I suggest

"No what If someone walks in" she blushed

"Just say you're looking after me" I smiled "come on nurse... I desperately need your help with a little problem" I smirked

"Ohh what?" She asks

"I keep getting this... Pain, this throbbing, this ummm hardening" I smirked holding her thighs letting her feel what I was talking about under the covers "it happens whenever you leave me alone for too long, whenever I'm without my sexy nurse"

"Would have thought that's what causes it" she smiled

"Maybe it is?" I smirked "but I know your the only one who can fix it for me nurse"

She giggled giving my lips a kiss and pulling the covers back...

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breg21 · 5 years ago

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Ladynoir Month: Homework

@ladynoirjuly2019

Ao3 FFN

First off, I wanted to say thank you to Starlin's ghost, for pointing out the error in the last chapter, I plan to go fix that either thoughts, or tomorrow morning. I greatly appreciate it! :D

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy! On with the chapter.

In all honesty, Marinette had never been a fan of homework. It was a pain most days and when she slept in late— or was busy being Ladybug—she would always miss the lesson in class, thus leaving her clueless as to what to do for the assignment.

"Marinette," Tikki called softly over her shoulder. "You have patrol with Chat in ten minutes."

Oh, shoot. She had forgotten about patrol with her boyfriend— wow, that, that still felt weird on her tongue, a good weird though— And she really didn't want to cancel. They weren't even a month into their relationship, and she wanted to spend as much time with him as she could, seeing as they couldn't see each other as civilians.

That was the one part that really sucked.

Marinette sighed. "I know, Tikki. I just have to finish up this homework, it's due tomorrow."

Tikki fluttered around, and she knew the little kwami was thinking of ideas. "You could just take it with you."

She knew Tikki wouldn't have suggested the idea if she didn't think her identity was at stake. She was the one that always voiced the safety of identities. But Chat was a trustworthy partner, she knew he wouldn't peak, and Tikki knew that, too. "I know." She sighed. "I also know Chat wouldn't look, but the thought of bringing something so personal.."

"Marinette." Tikki's tone was understanding, but firm, unwavering. "As much as I worry a little from you two being together, if you're gonna be together, that means actually seeing each other. And you have so little of that now, why make it less when you can simply tell him that it's your homework and not to look."

The young designer knew she was right. "Yeah, true. Okay." She gathered her things and transformed in a flash.

Existing out her balcony, her excitement grew at the idea of seeing Chat.

Patrols may be their only thing considered as dates, but it was part of making the most of them and that was the best.

"And here I thought the only beautiful thing I would see tonight, were the stars from the heavens above, but then my girlfriend appeared and put them all to shame."

Said girlfriend rolled her eyes and skidded forward plopping down next to Chat, crossing her legs in front of her, settling her backpack into her lap before she leaned in sideways to press a kiss to his lips in greeting. "You are too cheesy sometimes, kitty."

He chuckled. "Nah, that's Plagg. He's too cheesy. I'm just the right amount."

She snorted, leaning into him as an arm fell to wrap around her waist. "How is Plagg by the way? I haven't seen him since Style Queen and that was a while ago."

Chat always told her how he loved her laugh, but she knew it had nothing on his. Her heart squeezed and expanded, almost knocking out her lungs, everytime. She hoped to hear it more often. "He's good. Demanding his cheese like usual. How's your kwami…?"

"Tikki." She supplied.

He nodded. "Tikki. How's she doing?"

Ladybug smiled as she cuddled closer, and was beyond pleased when she was rewarded with a small pur that began to vibrate from his chest. "She's good. Loves her sweets, but she's even sweeter than them."

If she thought his laugh was amazing, and his purring calming, it was beyond anything she could explain when both were happening. "She sounds pretty awesome. Wanna trade?"

She reached up blindly to boop his nose. "Nope," she laughed at his grumble of playful disappointment. "But she is the reason I decided not to cancel tonight."

He stiffened, and realized her bad choice of words. "Nothing because of you, kitty. I had homework," She hastily amended, "and I'm wary about bringing something like this by you, but I trust you. Just.. no looking."

They parted, and he nodded in understanding. "Of course, bugaboo. No worries." As if to emphasize his point, he covered his eyes. "See?" He said as he lifted his pinky to make sure he was looking, before lowering it back over his eyes. "Can't see a thing."

She covered her mouth to muffle the giggles, but a little still slipped through her finger cracks. "I know. But you don't have to cover your eyes. Just don't look down." He let his hand fall as she began to unzip the plain old backpack that she had stored away in her room. She was so thankful that she had it and it had nothing identifying her on it.

Pulling out her tablet, she paused as she realized that sitting in the position she was, would turn uncomfortable fast. She tapped his knee so he would part his leg, and have them on either side of the beam.

He did so without hesitation, and she turned her back to him, and scootched until she was snuggled comfortably against his chest. She could feel his chest contract at her touch, and she had to stifle her giggles before they got the better of her.

She turned her head halfway to get a sideways glance at him. "This okay, kitty?"

His body deflated as realized that this was okay, and she was happy within his space."Yeah." Chat's arms slipped securely around her waist, as she felt the little weight of his chin resting on top of her head. She could imagine him having his eyes closed so he couldn't see her homework below. "This is perfect, bugaboo."

Turned out, homework wasn't so bad, as she once thought.

An hour and a half later, and her homework was finished. Chat had actually helped with two physics questions that she just couldn't get down. Thankfully, they were pretty random questions and if he noticed them being anything similar to a possibility— because she had come to terms with the idea that there was a chance— he didn't say anything.

But what Ladybug did notice, was that he was a whizz at physics. Apparently, he had a knack for it, and loved it more than he let on. Which brought her to the question of if he might want to be a physic teacher one day.

That obviously stumped him as he openly gawked at her. It saddened her heart that that seemed to be the first time anyone really asked him that. "I… I don't know. Never really thought about it, honestly." He muttered.

Her frown drooped lower. Well, they were gonna have to change that, now weren't they? "What do you want to do?"

Chat's eyes went out onto the city as he really, for the first time in his life, thought about what he wanted. "I'm not sure. I've always been in the headspace that I'll be working for my father's company for a long time, and after that, he would be the one telling me where I'll be working or what I'll be doing with my life."

Her tongue clicked, and she felt the anger start to rise. "That's just not gonna do." She turned to face him, eyes deadlocked on his, and nothing but strong will dancing in the iris. "You, Chat Noir, have so many choices ahead. Whatever you wanna do, you're gonna do them for you. Be it, a physics teacher, swimming, basketball player, whatever."

His eyes held tears, but they didn't fall. "No one's ever given me that choice before."

She wanted to hurt whoever was supposed to care. "Well, now you do. Whatever you wanna do, for you." She brought her hands up to cup his face. "And I'll be there to support you all the way. That's a promise. Because whatever future has in store for us, we'll face it together."

His catty smirk wiped away the solum hold on his lips, and her heart nearly burst, because there was her kitty. "So, what you're saying, is that you see yourself in my future?"

Heat instantly flooded her face as she began to stutter. Dang, it. "I-I mean… of c-course. If.. you think.."

He laughed, drawing her into him and nuzzled her head. "You're something else, m'lady. Of course I see you next to me. Our future together. I do like the idea that. I know that while I may have other options, teaching sounds really cool."

She smiled as she dug her nose into his chest a little more. A few seconds later, and a yawn came barreling out of her mouth followed by a quiet sigh.

Because whenever she yawned, Chat knew. "Looks like a certain little bug is getting tired."

"No." She grumbled. Tightening her arms around his waist. "I want to stay here for a little while longer."

But he was insistent. "You need sleep, bug. C'mon. We'll see each other soon enough."

She huffed, but relinquished her hold and pulled back. "Fine." She stowed everything back into her backpack, and got ready to take off for home. "Stupid cat boyfriends and caring about their girlfriends." She mumbled under her breath.

He still heard her and laughed. "And, bug?" She turned back to look at him."Thank you. For making me realize I have options in my future, for always believing in me."

"Someone has to." She teased as she leaned up to press a tender kiss to his lips. "And I always will."

Lemme know your thoughts! Until next time! Lots of love!

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silverdrip · 7 years ago

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Mad House (Frostiron)

@teckmonky I was inspired by your Wine Mom Loki~

@frost-iron

It had been eight years since the disastrous Civil War, seven since Tony quit being an Avenger, and three since the accords were ratified to Steve’s liking and the rogue Avengers came back.

But without Tony as an Avenger and with the US garnishing their wages to pay reparations to all the people they’d hurt and infrastructure they damaged during the Civil War, money was tight.

The Avengers couldn’t afford the upkeep or rent for the Avengers Compound. The cost for jet fuel for the quinjets was mind blowing. Their gear was falling apart and they didn’t have enough money to get specialists to fix them.

So Steve was going to Tony, hat in hand.

They hadn’t spoken since Steve reached out to him when the accords had been ratified, and when he had Tony had brushed him off, stating he didn’t have time for empty apologies. Steve bit back his anger and tried to convince him to join the Avengers again, but Tony told him the group wasn’t worth his time.

It was a bit embarrassing to ask him for money, but not as bad as when he’d been a dancing monkey raising war bonds.

Stark Tower seemed to loom over him with a malicious glare.

All the windows had been tinted, making it harder to look through them from the outside.

As Steve walked into the lobby he gawped at the new design. He could only describe it as razor sharp and intimidating.

It clashed with the wholesome look that Steve favored.

He was so caught up in his staring that he didn’t notice the adolescent girl that was nearing him.

She was walking backwards and flipping off the cameras. She walked straight into Steve and spun around.

“Watch it, fuck face!” she said loudly, making Steve reel backwards. She stormed off before he could formulate a response.

(More under the cut)

Steve stood frozen in place. There was something familiar about her, something that set Steve on edge, but he couldn’t identify what it was.

Steve brushed off the feeling, figuring it was just his nerves making him see things.

There was no one at the receptionist desk, but there was a little push button bell. He glanced around before pushing it.

A swirl of pink and orange appeared behind the desk before forming a holographic woman. She was wearing a pink, high collared dress that made her look professional. Her read hair was cut in an asymmetric bob, and her expression was bored.

“Do you have an appointment?” she asked and Steve recognized her voice.

“Friday?” he asked.

“That’s me, unless you’re referring to the date. In which case I feel obliged to tell you it’s Wednesday.” There was something teasing in her voice, almost mocking. Steve didn’t rise to the bait. Apparently, she was still mad about the Civil War nonsense.

“Can I just see Tony?” Steve asked, trying not to let his impatience show.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No, but—”

“Let me see if you’re on the list of people who are always welcome.” A pink holographic tablet popped into existence. Friday scrolled through it, putting on a show. “Nope, no Steve Rogers on the list.”

Friday disappeared.

Steve took in a slow, calming breath. After a beat, he pressed the bell again.

“Do you have an appointment?” Friday asked right away. “Oh, it’s you. Would you like to schedule an appointment? Boss will be free on,” Friday paused, “the 17th,” Steve grinned that was today, “of December,” Friday tacked on. That was over four months away.

“Can you just call Tony? I’m sure he’d be willing to see me.” Why did all of Tony’s AIs have to be so damn difficult?

“Hmm, I’ll give him a call.” Friday raises her hand to the side of her face as a holographic version of the latest Stark Phone appears. “Hey Boss.” There was a pause. “No, Hela left about three minutes ago. She was totally in a mood.” Friday giggled. “Yes, of course. Actually, I called because a gorilla named Steve Rogers is requesting to see you.” Friday swept her eyes over Steve, making him feel self-conscious. “I don’t know.” She pursed her lips. “Fine.” The phone pixilated into nothingness. “Mr. Rogers, please take the elevator to your right.”

He entered the elevator mid-song.

♪ Fuck you (fuck you) Fuck you very, very much Cause we hate what you do And we hate your whole crew So please don't stay in touch ♫

Steve had no doubt that Friday had chosen the song.

The elevator opened and Steve cringed at the loud music that was coming from Tony’s lab. It was another of those rock and roll songs Steve didn’t understand.

The door to the lab was open and as Steve walked in he froze in the doorway. The first thing he that caught his attention was a large, plastic castle—and the three children who were peeking out from it to look at him.

There was also a dragon about the size of a cat. A tiny boy with brown hair and green eyes was carrying it around as the dragon let out annoyed screeching noises.

A little girl was sitting at a desk near the other kids, drawing with crayons, but from what Steve could see it looked like a schematic.

A strange animal Steve couldn’t identify, almost a cross between an antelope and a cheetah, was sleeping in a hammock, its ears twitching ever so often.

Was Tony doing some weird animal experimentation? Steve had a scolding on the tip of his tongue, but held it back. He needed to ingratiate himself to Tony.

Steve finally spotted Tony among the chaos. He was concentrating on some device he was putting together.

There was a green goo with three eyes on his head and mixed in Tony’s hair.

Steve balked as he tried to make sense of it all.

“Rogers,” Tony greeted as the music turned down. He didn’t look away from the device he was working on. “What do you want?”

Steve walked over to him, avoiding the toys and machine bits that littered the ground.

“Hey, Tony. How are you doing?” Steve asked, trying to be pleasant. The goo on Tony’s head eyed him, making Steve uncomfortable.

Two of the kids in the castle tumbled out, wresting each other.

“No rough housing,” Tony called out, not even having to look at them.

“But daaaaaaaddd,” one whined. She ran over and clutched dirty jeans. “Daaaaaadddd!”

“Go to the gym if you must. The floor is padded for a reason.

The little girl squeaked happily.

“Astrid! Let’s go!” The other girl ran over and the little boy with the dragon toddled after them, sucking his thumb.

“Tadashi,” a blue hologram of a young Japanese man appeared, “can you make sure they don’t try to take apart the treadmill again?”

“Yeah, I’ll look after those knuckleheads.”

The hologram adjusted his baseball cap before walking after the three children.

Steve laughed feebly.

“I see you’ve made another AI.” Steve tried to sound friendly, but the way Tony glared at him made it clear it hadn’t worked. “Whose kids are these and was that a dragon?”

“Obviously, they’re mine. And Sapphy is a wyvern. What do you want?” Before Steve could respond Tony snapped his fingers. “Third strike, Glub!” The goo on Tony’s head convulsed. “I told you not to try and eat my earwax, but you did it anyway. Go tell your mother what you did.”

“Glub, glub, glub,” the goo said, belching out the words.

“No arguing, youngling.” The goo rounded into a ball and bounced off Tony’s head. It started rolling to the elevator, one eye staring back at them, somehow looking regretful. “Children these days,” Tony said to himself.

There was a loud hissing and Steve jumped backwards as a giant snake appeared from beneath the table.

Tony ran his hand over the snake’s head.

“Not, you Jor. You’re daddy’s little angel,” Tony crooned. The snake rested its head on Tony’s lap, barely able to fit. Tony snapped his fingers again. “What do you want, Rogers?”

“Oh, uhm, you see the thing is,” damn, Steve had rehearsed this, but the words came out as a jumble, “the Avengers’ wages are being garnished, except for Wasp’s and T’Challa’s, so things are a little tight and—”

“Are you asking for money?”

Steve’s face reddened. He looked at the ground despite himself.

Tony let out a sigh that was half annoyed, half tired.

“I leave the finances to my husband. You’ll have to ask him.” Tony patted Jor on the head and the snake retracted, curling up back under the table. “Babies! We’re going upstairs!”

There were a few grumbles.

One child who couldn’t be older than three went down the slide in the castle with an infant that looked like he could barely walk. The weird antelope-cheetah thing gracefully got out of the hammock and trotted over to them.

A green bat, fell from the ceiling. The skin that made up its wings was iridescent. It fluttered over to Tony before latching onto his earlobe. Steve would have mistaken it for a gaudy earring if it wasn’t blinking its green eyes.

“Daddy, can I stay? I wanna finish my design.” She looked up at him with big brown eyes.

“You can work on it upstairs. You know the rules. No little ones in the lab without my supervision.” The little girl grumbled to herself. She shut her crayon box loudly and gathered up a sheaf of paper before stomping over to the waiting elevator.

Tony went over and picked up the infant. The chubby cheeked girl tried to grab the bat, but Tony quickly switched which side she was on.

The infant tried to reach across him, but Tony grabbed her hand and pretended to eat it. She let out a shrill giggle that made Steve wince.

In the elevator, the antelope-cheetah leaned against Tony’s legs and Tony absentmindedly petted it between its ears.

Steve laughed nervously again.

“I didn’t know you had kids or that you were married.”

Tony gave him another sharp look.

“You should really watch the news.”

“Daddy, what’s for dinner? Can we have pasta?” one of the kids asked.

“Uncle Rhodey is coming over tonight so me and mommy will—”

“Mommy and I,” the little girl with the schematic corrected.

“Mommy and I,” Tony exaggerated while smiling, “will be having dinner with him. You munchkins will have whatever Kamala makes or orders in.”

“Sis-Fri, can you ask Kammy to make us sgetti tonight?”

“Will do, bugga-boo,” Friday said, not manifesting.

The rest of elevator ride was uncomfortable, or at least uncomfortable for Steve.

When the elevator doors opened Steve was greeted by more childish shrieks and laughter.

It was a madhouse. There was a mixture of children from a baby that was crawling around to a seven-year-old that was hitting the couch repeatedly with a whiffle bat. Among them was an assortment of creatures, half of which Steve didn’t recognize.

He gaped as an eight-legged horse shifted into a human teenager.

“Mom said I can get my learner’s permit if you promise to teach me to drive,” the teenager said, shifting on his (now) two feet as if he could barely contain himself.

“Teach you how to drive?” Tony scoffed. “I’m going to teach you how to zoom through traffic! Stick shift smoothly and pick up all the babes!” Tony reached over and ruffled his hair. The teenager blushed. “We’ll go at five. That should give me enough time to get back before Uncle Rhodey gets here. That work for you, Sleph?”

Sleph grinned brightly and gave Tony a hug. He took the infant from Tony’s arms and walked to the kitchen.

“You didn’t tell me we were having guests!” a voice screeched out and Steve froze when he saw Loki.

Tony chuckled and went over to the standing god. He gave him a kiss on the cheek. Tony leaned down to the sling around Loki’s middle that was carrying an egg that was as large as a basketball. Tony gave it a kiss.

Loki shifted his glass of wine (didn’t he know it was only ten in the morning?) to his other hand before swatting Tony on the shoulder.

“Anthony, you will give me proper advanced notice next time you bring someone over. I’m not dressed properly!” Loki tried smoothing down his long, frazzled hair, but it only caused something that looked like applesauce to smear. “Oh, it’s just him.”

Loki smoothly sat down on a couch. He shooed away the child that was hitting it with a whiffle bat. Something under Loki’s shirt shifted and Steve was reminded of the movie where aliens burst from humans’ chests.

Instead, a little black kitten poked its head out. Its mouth was wet with white liquid.

“Mommy,” the kitten said, surprising Steve for what felt like the hundredth time that day, “Sirkka keeps biting my tail!”

Loki pulled open the collar of his shirt and looked down it.

“That’s it! I’m weaning you two off! Out, out, out!”

“Noooooo!” twin voice cried out from Loki’s shirt.

Steve’s face screwed up at the absurdity of the situation.

“You heard your mother,” Tony said in a firm voice that Steve had never heard before. “Out before I pick you up by your scruffs.”

Two kittens, one black and the other brown hopped out of Loki’s shirt and onto the egg. One jumped into a bassinet that Steve hadn’t noticed before. The blue baby inside of it started crying.

Loki took a large gulp of wine and easily rocked the bassinet with his foot. The baby quieted down instantly.

Loki sighed happily.

“My babies are so perfect.” Loki took a sip of wine, his eyes glimmering with contentment.

“Our children are hellspawn,” Tony said while smirking.

“You and Loki are…” Steve couldn’t say the word.

“Do you seriously not watch the news?” Two children went by them, screaming bloody murder. Loki and Tony ignored them. “Whatever. Lokes, did Glubbington tell you what ze did?”

“No, ze did not! Glubbington, get in here!” Loki shouted, making Steve flinch.

“Ohhhh, someone’s in trouble~” a kid called out and a few others snickered.

The goo from before rolled in.

“Glub, glub,” it belched out and once again Steve was amazed by how much emotion it could convey. It somehow sounded remorseful.

“A likely story.” Loki held out his glass and Tony absentmindedly filled it with wine that Steve was certain cost more than a house. “Go to your room. You’re in charge of cleaning the bathrooms for a week.” The goo made a raspberry noise.

“No backtalk, youngling,” Tony said sharply, not raising his voice. Glubbington rolled off, but not before making a farting noise. Tony shook his head. “I swear he gets his attitude from you, Lokes.”

“Ha! As if!” Loki drank more of his wine. “What brings you to our humble tower, fellow-former-criminal?” Loki had a shit-eating grin and was still rocking the bassinet with his foot. The other kitten curled up on top of the egg, glaring at Steve the whole time.

Steve cleared his throat, trying to get his bearings. He was here for a reason.

He turned to Tony.

“Ah, yes, you see the thing is—”

“Talk to Loki. He’s in charge of finances even though I’m the one who makes all the money.” Tony sat on the couch by Loki and one of the kids threw herself onto his lap. He winced, but didn’t say anything, bouncing her on his knee.

Steve cleared his throat and turned to Loki, who somehow looked even more condescending than before.

“The Avengers are having a tough time with maintaining our gear and keeping the quinjet battle ready. The US hasn’t been helping up monetarily since the accords were put in place and with the different superhero teams around the world we only get a small fraction of what the UN pays.” Steve didn’t bring up how their wages were being garnished, too embarrassed to admit it. “I was hoping that Tony could find it in his heart to help us keep the US and the world safe by investing in us.”

“Such a pretty speech.” Loki put a hand on his chest and made a flourishing motion with his wine glass. “As a US citizen and citizen of the world I am moved.” Loki took a sip of his wine and seemed to be thinking it over. “That’s why Tony and I decided to invest in the Atlantic coast Avengers. We find Captain Marvel and her team to be much more reliable and exactly what the US needs what with all these new ‘villains’, but if you were perhaps to kneel and beg me on your knees I could allocate a few million for your team.”

Steve’s jaw automatically set stubbornly before he made himself breathe in through his nose. This wasn’t about Steve’s pride or Loki’s twisted sense of humor. Steve was doing this for his team. For America.

Steve went down onto his knees. Loki leaned forward looking more like the villain Steve had fought in Stuttgart.

“Please, Loki, can you find it in your heart to invest in me and my team?” Steve said through clenched teeth.

“Hmm,” Loki rubbed his jaw in thought. “Nope!”

There was a howl of laughter before Steve was teleported to the sidewalk outside of the tower.

#my writing #frostiron #Parent Tony Stark #Parent Loki #Oneshot

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Day 7: poisoning

Mr. Warren was sick, which wouldn’t have been a big deal except for the fact that his replacement was ‘Libby.’

Libby was 28 years old, blond, blue eyed, and had traveled all over South America over the last two years even though she was “only supposed to be there for six weeks, but then Raoul happened, and how could anyone resist because—c’mon, it was Raoul! And then there was all that stuff with the passports, but Daddy had fixed all of that up so whatever...”

From the sound of it, ‘Daddy’ had decided that Libby needed a taste of the real world, cut off her access to the credit cards, and told her she needed to get a job.

Fun fact: Libby still had the tan.

Oh, and she was a virgo.

Needless to say, she was an interesting sort of person—and not in a good way.

To be fair, Peter was already feeling off kilter. Ned was out sick with the flu which meant that Peter would be taking notes during their biology lab instead of performing the dissection Mr. Warren had planned. Of course, this also meant Flash had been especially heinous during their lunch period—going so far as to inspire MJ to start a whole new crisis sketchpad just for Peter. And then there was Libby. Every time Libby walked by his lab table as she relayed her ‘background,’ he could have sworn that his spider-senses were going off. They screamed danger, but all Peter could see was, well, her.

Maybe he was just irritated that a sub meant delaying their lab time

Libby made her way back up to the front of the class and called everyone to attention. “Okay, children!”

They all looked at each other in disbelief. Really?

“Alright, if I have everyone’s attention, we can discuss how today is going to work.” She smiled big and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I have spoken with Ray, and know you were all looking forward to today’s lab. After some discussion, Ray and I both feel confident that I can do this lab with you.” She giggled and continued. “Believe it or not, I actually did some pre-med!”

They all looked at each other again. Yeah. They’d go with ‘not,’ thank you very much.

She clapped her hands to bring their focus back to her. “Now, I have trays prepared and ready for one member of each pair to come and collect. Before you decide who, please take this time to clear off your tables. Put all supplies in your backpacks or under chairs so you don’t contaminate any of your personal items.”

One last time, they all shared a look, but this time it was one of shared optimism. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad?

From behind the front table, she produced nine separate trays for the supposed nine pairs—but with Ned home sick...

“Alright, someone from the front two tables come up and grab your items, please, and then when they’re back, the next two and so on until everyone has a tray.” She clapped her hands again, “Chop, chop, everyone! Time’s a’wasting!”

Table by table, the teens went and gathered their items with Peter sitting back and wondering which group he’d be dumped on.

When all of the tables were done, Libby stood before them all with one final tray. “Oh, it seems that...” her eyes roaming the classroom for the reason for the... “A-ha! There you are!” She pointed to Peter, then frowned. “Oh, dear. You don’t have a lab partner today. What should we do about that?”

Betty raised her hand, “Peter can join our group, if he’d like!”

Libby smiled at her, “That’s so kind of you, but I’ve prepared the tray and maybe we can have Peter be my helper today instead?” She looked to Peter, who could nothing more than nod in agreement.

What did he have to lose?

He approached the front table with caution. His spider-sense was blaring, but there was no way this woman was any sort of villain! A painful stereotype, yes, but he couldn’t imagine her as anything more nefarious than that.

She excused herself as he stepped closer, “BRB, ‘kay?” and she bounced to the supply cupboard at the side of the room, “I’m allergic to latex so let me grab some nitrile gloves and we’ll get going!” she explained.

“No problem,” Peter mumbled and put on his own standard latex gloves that had been given with their supplies.

The lab itself had gone well. Libby, it turned out was just as squeamish about dissection as Ned would have been and Peter got to do all the cool stuff—and, by the way, was the reason why she’d dropped out of pre-med. Even the smell of formaldehyde that permeated the room was a challenge for her, but she’d muddled through for the sake of cool substitute teacher points.

Libby had also studied botany when she’d been travelling through South America and had developed a love and appreciation for plants and their healing potential. And, well, Raoul was still Raoul.

It could have been an awesome class, save for the whole spidey thing. He tried like crazy to shake it off, but by about three-quarters of the way through class, he felt like he was battling an anxiety attack. He was working extra hard to draw in a breath, and was wholly convinced that an invisible elephant was sitting on his chest.

He just needed to calm down and he’d be fine.

Libby chose that moment to point out something on the diagram they’d been working off of, and Peter tried to blink away a couple of black spots.

Fresh air was sounding like a really great idea. He turned his head to check the clock on the wall and swayed. He caught it, and braced himself on the counter.

What the heck?

Libby noticed the clock, too, missing Peter’s near swoon, and gasped. “Oh, my! Where has the time gone?!” She called everyone to attention, “Okay, everyone! Ray has assured me that you are all aware of disposal and clean up protocols. Let’s wrap up our note taking and get this all cleaned up so we don’t horrify the poor custodial staff after class is over!”

She observed the class for a moment to ensure compliance and then turned back to Peter. “Are you okay to manage this on your own?” She asked and gestured to the tray. “I’d like to help but, well...” she made a barfy face to make her point.

Peter chuckled... well, maybe he choked a little instead, but it sounded like a laugh and that was all that mattered. “Sure,” he gasped out.

Libby smiled big, “Awesome! I’m gonna just take a second to leave some notes for Ray and everything will be good to go!” She took that moment to pull off her gloves, and the smell was—

“Wha—what’s that smell?” Peter mumbled.

Libby heard him. “Oh, it’s rose oil.” She held her hands out for him to smell. “It’s really great for people with pain management issues and it’s ‘shark week’ and all so...” She smiled at him, “Why? Do you like it?”

Peter didn’t get a chance to answer her as he struggled both for breath and consciousness—and then stopped struggling at all.

* * * * * *

Peter didn’t have much memory of the time after.

He didn’t remember hitting the floor.

He didn’t remember Flash’s taunts that Penis had passed out doing a dissection.

And he definitely didn’t remember Libby and the teacher from the classroom next door having to perform CPR while they waited for an ambulance when he’d stopped breathing.

He may have had a brief recollection of Captain Steve Rogers and Sergeant Bucky Barnes hijacking said ambulance, but that’s only because Captain Rogers had said a cuss word.

Being diverted to the Avengers Tower and being treated by Dr. Cho, however, was a huge blank.

All of this was why Peter, when he finally woke up, was very, very confused.

The hiss of the oxygen pressing into his mask was the first thing he heard.

Why was the mask so loud?

He tried to lift a hand to pull it off, but someone took hold of it and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“Sorry, kiddo, you gotta leave that alone.”

Peter whined in protest.

“I know, kid, but it’s helping. Trust me.”

A kiss pressed to the back of his hand again, “Hey, Spider-Man, are you back with us yet?” the voice whispered.

Peter knew that voice, “Ms-r S-k?” he rasped.

“And there you are.” Tony sounded pleased. “Can you open your eyes for me, buddy?” he pleaded, “Just for a second?”

Peter groaned this time. He lolled his head to the side and squinted up at his mentor. “Hmm?”

“Hey, bud.” Tony smiled. “How are you feeling?

Peter had to think about it for a minute. There seemed to be a disconnect that had nothing to do with pain killers. He just couldn’t figure it out. “Ches’ hurts?”

Tony frowned, “We figured, but you’re on the mend and then we can figure things out, okay?”

Figure—what? “Wha’ happened?” He needed to know, but his need for rest seemed to be taking precedent. He blinked slow. Tony saw.

He ran his fingers through Peter’s hair, “Why don’t you rest, and we’ll talk the next time you wake up.”

Peter didn’t like not knowing. Did that mean he wasn’t safe? He pulled his eyes open wide, hoping to convince his body that he was alert.

Tony chuckled. “You’re safe to go to sleep, Peter. I promise. We have a little time now, okay?”

“Safe?” Peter grunted out.

“Yeah, you’re safe, bud. Promise,” Tony repeated, and that was all Peter needed to drift off into slumber.

* * * * * *

The next time he woke up, Peter was definitely more coherent, still exhausted but definitely more aware. He’d been downgraded to a nasal cannula which was infinitely less noisy than the oxygen mask he’d been wearing earlier. He didn’t see Tony around either, so he started to pull himself up to sitting.

“Stop right there, Mister Parker!” A voice called out. Peter froze. Dr. Cho appeared from the inside of some strange contraption to his left. “I would highly recommend that you stay lying down for the time being. We’ve only just stabilized your oxygen levels and I do not want to see that fudged up because you’re feeling fidgety.” She looked down to the tablet in her hand and tapped something quickly before fully devoting her attention to him.

He laid back down on the bed and looked around the room. He still couldn’t remember what had happened to land him here... but it must have been something serious, from the sound of it.

“I’m sure you have questions, Peter, but I’ve let Tony and Captain Rogers know that you’re awake and they’ll have some answers for you, I hope, but for now, I’m going to do a quick exam before they get here, okay?

Peter nodded and allowed for himself to be poked and prodded by Dr. Cho and two of her nurses—anything to get this done quickly.

The nicer of the two nurses, Peter thought her name might be Nicole, was removing the rubber tourniquet from his blood draw when the two men entered the room. Captain Rogers spoke up first. “Are we okay to be in here?” he asked, “Or do you need a few more minutes?”

Dr. Cho smiled at the consideration, “We’ve just finished up.” She answered. “You’re good to go, and please forward any relevant information when you have it.” She patted Peter on the leg. “Peter, make sure they go easy on you, okay? I’ll be back in an hour to do another check.”

He nodded that he heard her and waved as she turned and walked away.

And then focused his attention on the two Avengers now seated at his bedside. Both of them wore looks of concern on their faces and, if Peter was being honest, it was a little unnerving. “Um, guys? What’s wrong?”

Captain Rogers sat down in the seat on Peter’s right, while Mr. Stark took his left, though he chose to stand and take Peter’s hand instead.

He looked back and forth between the two of them. “Um, no offense, but you’re... freaking me out...” Why was talking so difficult? Still, he pressed. “Is everything okay? Is it—“ Hold on? He sat up with a start. “It’s May, isn’t it?!... Did something happen?!”

An alarm blared from beside Peter’s bedside.

Mr. Stark squeezed his hand and stopped that train of thought pretty quick. “Your aunt is fine, Pete. Promise!” He assured him, but Peter was having some difficulty catching his breath. Mr. Stark pushed Peter back to the bed and rubbed a hand through his curls to calm him. “Relax, kid. You need to take a deep breath, for me buddy.” Tony pressed a button on the bed. “She’s asleep upstairs, Peter. You just keep missing her Spider-babysitting shift, is all. She is safe and fine. Take a deep breath for me, kiddo.” Mr. Stark was looking between the monitors and Peter. Was he worried? “You’ve got this, deep breath in for me.”

The alarm continued to sound and another nurse, Peter thought this one was Laura, but he couldn’t remember came rushing in and the black spots were back and he was trying to breath but then the nasal cannula was being removed and that really loud mask was back on his face and he felt a rush of warmth in his arm and he didn’t remember things being so fuzzy before, but maybe it would be better if he just closed his eyes and then it would all. go. away.

* * * * * *

The third time Peter woke up, he was wearing an oxygen mask, just not the really noisy one. He flashed on the last time he’d been up, and figured out all on his own that he needed to leave it alone.

May was asleep in the chair that Captain Rogers had been sitting in earlier and Tony was pacing along the window on the far wall, clutching a tablet and looking like he had something on his mind.

“Ms-r Stark?” Peter called out to him.

Mr. Stark turned to see Peter awake and rushed over to his bedside. “Kid! You can’t do that to me! Geez!” He smiled fondly down at the boy, who was still clueless as to why he was there.

“Tell me.”

Mr. Stark looked at the monitors, seemed satisfied with what he saw and began, “Well, Peter, it seems that you have been poisoned.”

Mr. Stark paused there, giving Peter a chance to process what he’d said.

“Poisoned?”

Mr. Stark ran his hand through his own hair, “Yup. It seems to be some sort of inhalant and it bound itself to your red blood cells and messed with your oxygen intake and all sorts of awful stuff that you’re probably not in the mood to hear.”

Peter blinked up at him. “Poison?”

Mr. Stark frowned down at him, “Yeah, buddy, that’s what I’m saying. Cap needs to have a chat with you so we can figure out where you were and who might have had a chance to get to you without anyone knowing. And then we’ve got to figure out how they figured out who you are ‘cuz this was Peter time and...”

Peter’s mind had been running a mile a minute—well, maybe a couple of feet a minute with how drained he still felt, but suddenly it all clicked. “Rose oil.”

It was Mr. Stark’s turn to blink at him. “Say that again?”

And so Peter did, “The bio sub was using,” he drew in a deep breath, not wanting to get excited again, “said it was for shark week... made me feel,” he gestured to his chest, “wrong. Spidey sense said so.”

May stirred in the chair, “I did not just hear you say ‘shark week,’ Peter?” She looked serious, “Because I don’t care if you’re dying in that bed. I taught you better than that. Be respectful.”

Peter huffed behind the mask. “Her words... Not mine.” He threw his hands up in surrender and then looked at Mr. Stark once more, “So yeah... rose oil.”

Mr. Stark nodded his acknowledgement and then started tapping at the tablet still in his hand. “huh.” He looked down at May. “I’m going to go talk to Dr. Cho and get Cap to stand down before Midtown becomes a scene out of CSI.” And then his attention swung back to Peter. “And do not think that I missed the fact that your spidey sense was telling you something was wrong and you ignored it. Expect to revisit that when you’re on your feet again, kid.” And with that ominous warning, Mr. Stark left the room.

May stood up then and came to his bedside and looked at her watch. “I think Dr. Cho will be in soon for your next treatment,” she said.

“Treatment?”

She looked down at him with a sadness borne from the stress of the last...

The last...?

“May, how long?”

“How long is the treatment? I think she’s got you down to half an hour in the hyperbaric chamber—with your healing factor and all—“

Peter cut her off. “No. How long have I been... here.” He waved to the room.

“It’s been eight days, honey. You woke up yesterday... they didn’t know what had happened or how your body would take treatments and so everyone had to be cautious.”

“Cautious?”

It was her turn to run fingers through his hair, “Yes, because we all needed you to be okay. Okay?”

Yup. Peter was definitely feeling overwhelmed.

“Um, I think I need to sleep... is that okay?”

“Of course, honey,” May assured him. “We’ll wake you when it’s time to head in.”

He looked over at the contraption he’d seen before and suddenly understood the purpose behind it. “Hyperbaric... chamber?... Really?”

“Tony’s been looking out for you, sweetheart. Whatever it took to do it, he did.”

Peter moved his attention away from the machine to May, not sure what to say, but she saved him from trying to find something.

“Go to sleep, Peter. I’ll be here.”

And so he did.

* * * * * *

“Wait a minute. You’re telling me that I’m allergic to roses?”

Mr. Stark tapped something on his tablet, scanned the screen quickly, and then answered. “No. You are not allergic to roses. This is not an epi-pen situation. Roses will laugh at your epi-pen and then kill you.”

“What? No! It’s lavender and peppermint that I have to watch for! All the websites say so!” Peter argued, even though he was still recovering from being literally poisoned only two weeks earlier.

“Look, kid,” Mr. Stark shut him down, “Apparently there are old wives tales, and then there are REALLY old wives’ tales, and we sir, are looking at the latter.”

“But wouldn’t this have happened before now?”

May was sitting on the couch next to Peter. “I’ve never had roses in our apartment, kiddo. Ever. Too expensive.”

“Really?” Peter stared at her in disbelief.

“Really. Honestly, I think they’re kind of bougie so I’ve never been a fan.” She shrugged and looked over to Mr. Stark. “No offense, Tony.”

“None taken,” he replied. “I’m of the same school of thought. Howard always insisted that our house be filled with them—turned me off something fierce.” And then he smiled. “And Pepper loves tulips and daffodils so it’s a win-win for me.”

Peter thought on it for a second. “So my cool sub almost killed me.”

Mr. Stark scowled. He’d met Libby after everything had settled but before they’d discovered the culprit behind the chaos. What he’d hoped to be a quick, but sincere, “Thanks for saving my intern,” had turned into a conversation about how this had confirmed to her that she had a “calling” and that she’d be “devoting” her life to teaching the children...

Yeah, he’d made sure that Peter had heard everything about that meet up.

It was fine, though.

Peter knew he had a few more days before he’d get the go-ahead to go back to school, so he’d just sulk about how the whole ‘roses’ thing sort of sucked and then things would go back to normal—while avoiding florists for the rest of his life.

And besides, what were the odds that he’d ever meet Libby again?

@febuwhump

#febuwhump #febuwhump 2021 #fanfiction #poisoning #unintentional poisoning #irondad and spiderson

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salamadersaurus-rex · 7 years ago

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Mammoths and Magnets

Like Nowhere on Earth part II

A Prehistoric Park AU feat. mammoths, magnets and VasLena. Also on AO3.

Thanks to @sobekcrocodile for all their help.

Kara had been recruited absurdly quickly. Director J’onzz moved fast because an hour after Kara read a confidential email meant for Alex she found him in her waiting room, kept company by a sheepish Alex and Gertrude the arthritic Alsatian.

Alex had explained, J’onn had just sat there with a briefcase in his lap Kara would soon find out was filled with legal papers. And Kara trusted Alex, so she signed the papers between appointments, promised not to tell and tried really hard not to think about time travel and dinosaurs as she treated a rabbit’s sprained paw. She barely gave it a chance to set in until long after J’onn left, after she locked up her little clinic behind her and found Alex waiting for her, leaning on her motorcycle.

“Can we talk?”

“I’m not allowed, remember? And I didn’t read the fine print so you’re going to have to tell me who I owe a kidney to when you come to collect.”

“Kara…”

“You know your secret organisation isn’t very good at keeping secrets.” Kara sets of down the street, quick enough that Alex has to rush to catch up.

“I really wanted to tell you.”

Kara sighs, slowing down slightly so Alex doesn’t have to jog.

“I hate that you have longer legs than me,” Alex grumbles. “But seriously, Kara. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you, I really am. It’s just… I love this job, we’re doing such good work I can’t lose that.”

“At least I know now, I guess.”

Alex brightens. “More than that, actually. I talked to J’onn - Director J’onzz - he’s agreed to let you come interview!”

“For what?” Kara asks, stopping so forcefully she almost knocks over an old woman. “Oh, I’m so sorry ma’am.” She lowers her voice. “For what, Alex? I’m a vet not a palaeontologist.”

“No, but we need a vet. I mean, another one. You’d be working with Dr Olsen, you’d really like him.” Alex bats her eyelashes dramatically, like she used to do when they were kids and she wanted to rope Kara into doing something ‘for science.’

“You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that.”

“What can I say, Kara? We could do so much good at the park.”

“No, buy me dinner first, then we talk.” Kara points to her favourite Chinese across the street. “After the day I’ve had I need a hundred potstickers and I need them now. Your super-secret time travel facility pays you enough for that, right?”

Alex rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling all the same. “Yeah, it does. So you’ll consider it?”

Kara checks both ways before dragging Alex across the road. “You’re gonna have to sell it hard, but yes for now I’ll maybe, maybe consider it.”

And it’d taken Alex a lot of food, begging, promising they were going to save the world together and that Kara’s clinic would be just fine with Eve but now here she was, fresh from her first trip back in time and already gearing up for another.

“I don’t really want to run into myself and explode the matrix or whatever,” Alex is saying to Lena.

They’re standing in the lab, still mucky and sweaty from herding a group of stubborn Saltasaurus to the far paddocks.

“That’s an easy fix Dr Danvers. All we have to do is send you back to five minutes before you left.”

“You can do that?” Kara asks, the thought of Alex falling into a random volcano still fresh in her mind.

Lena just tilts her head. “We can do anything Dr Danvers.”

“Well not anything,” Winn starts, but Lena ignores him.

“Are the both of you going?”

Kara nods excitedly, and Alex’s shoulders sag in defeat.

“We have to bring Harriet’s herd back,” Kara explains. “Mammoths are intensely social creatures, without her herd she’d get sick and lonely and-“ Kara’s lower lip trembles, and Alex wraps her arm round her shoulders.

“We’ll bring Harriet’s family back to her, Kara.”

Lena’s watching them, almost curiously, but then the tablet in her hands beeps insistently and draws her gaze away.

“Final checks have been completed. Dr Danvers… and Dr Danvers, is your team ready?”

Alex tugs her phone out her pocket, hits speed dial. Lucy’s phone rings just as she strides into the lab. She nods at Alex.

“We’re here.”

Vasquez and Maggie follow her in, thick parkas in their arms. Alex takes one and wraps it round Kara snugly. Kara beams, face haloed by the fluff lining the hood. There’s a pair of mittens hanging from the sleeves and they dance merrily when Kara waves at James who’s just walked in. The lab doors whoosh closed behind him.

“Ready?” James asks.

Kara nods, her face suddenly solemn. “I have to bring Harriet’s family home.”

James rests his hand on her shoulder, tries to squeeze it through the bulky parka. “You’ve got this Kara.”

Alex is watching Lucy and Maggie struggling to help each other into the coats, arguing over which zipper zips up where.

“A little help, Danvers?” Lucy complains, sticking her hand somewhere inside Maggie’s jacket.

Maggie jumps, swallows, and Alex is so very glad they’re heading to the ice age because there’s only so much of her blush she can control. She quickly helps the two of them out, zipping Lucy’s parka up a little too forcefully against her chin when she winks lewdly.

Lucy boops Maggie’s nose when they’re all bundled up. “You look adorable.”

“Say it at my funeral when I get trampled by three mammoths.”

“You’ll be fine Sawyer,” Vasquez says. “Just don’t spook ‘em.”

They quietly grunt, trying to fit the strap of their tranq gun over their parka. Lena hands Winn her tablet and hurries over to help, gently setting the strap in their shoulder and untwisting it.

“Thanks Doc,” Vasquez says, treating Lena to a crooked smile before they wander off.

Lena twists her fingers together and pretends not to watch Vasquez leave to join the group by the door. She clears her throat, snatches her tablet from Winn.

“Have you run all the checks?”

“Yes, I- I just told you.”

“I’m just double checking,” Lena snaps defensively. She takes a set of portal spikes from the metal case they’re stored in, clicks them together with a magnetic clip. She hands them to Alex. “Bring that clip back, it’s a prototype.”

Winn’s watch starts beeping and he holds his wrist up so Lena can see the timer. Lucy ushers Maggie and Kara out the door to the holding paddock where the rest of their equipment is.

“Shouldn’t be too long,” Alex says. “The herd wasn’t far away when Harriet started chasing us.”

“Try not to bring anything else back.”

Alex looks offended. “Me? Do something unauthorised?”

Vasquez snorts. “Something tells me you could go grocery shopping and come back with a Triceratops.”

Lena pretends to cough, trying to hold back a giggle. Vasquez winks at her. “See you in a bit Luthor, hopefully with a bunch more Harriets.”

They herd Alex towards the lab door. She’s grumbling under her breath, something about paperwork and not wanting to do any damn more of it. Lena smiles and steps up behind the control podium, counting down from ten and flicking switches and buttons in the order she knows by heart. With a roar the portal swirls open, and Lena’s heart makes that proud little flutter it does every time it comes to life.

“Never gets old,” Winn grins.

Lena makes some quip about time travel and gets back to work. A moment later the team appears, pushing the holding paddock doors wide open. Kara’s bouncing up and down excitedly, Lucy and Maggie roaring with laughter and it’s definitely not helping the foul look on Alex’s face. Vasquez just shakes their head and shoulders a backpack, striding purposefully into the time portal.

It’s cold. Really, really cold. Not that Lucy’s going to be the first one to state that. She made that mistake the last time they travelled to the ice age and neither Alex nor Maggie have let her live it down since.

“What do you think of the weather Luce?” Alex asks cheekily, her foggy breath streaming out in front of her like smoke from a steam train.

“It’s cooollldd,” Kara complains, and Lucy laughs because her nose is already turning red.

“It’s the ice age!” she, Maggie and Alex chime, Vasquez chuckling in the background.

Kara pouts, kicks at a ridge of snow. Maggie takes pity on her and wraps an arm round her shoulders. “It’s okay, little Danvers. Look.”

She points with her free hand. Wide, white plains stretch out around them for miles, covered in a deep layer of snow that rolls away in windswept ridges towards the grey horizon. Far, far in the distance Kara can see a small, dark huddle of creatures.

Kara perks up immediately. “Mammoths!”

Alex frowns. “What are they doing all the way over there?”

“Guys,” Vasquez says, distracted by snow at their feet. “Looks like, well, like a whole herd of mammoths has trampled through.”

“Yeah Vas, they’re over there.” Kara points.

“No, something spooked them.”

“It wasn’t you guys what, five minutes ago did Lena say?”

“I think Lena’s calculations are a bit off.”

“Don’t tell her that,” Lucy warns.

“Y’know Major, I really like time travel. I wanna keep doing it with all my limbs intact.” Vasquez points at something with the toe of their boot. “But Luthor’s maths is the least of our worries.”

They all crowd round Vasquez. The human boot print in the snow stands out crisply amidst the mess of mammoth prints.

“Don’t suppose that’s one of ours,” Maggie sighs.

“Alex?” Kara asks nervously. “What does this mean?”

“Prehistoric hunters,” Alex says. “They could have been after this herd for hours. We need to do something before they wear them out.”

“How’d you wear out a mammoth?” Lucy asks.

“Humans are persistence hunters, they literally just follow their prey until it’s exhausted. They’ve probably set up traps ahead as well.”

Kara’s face is set in a deep frown. She keeps up easily with Alex as they start moving across the plain towards the mammoth herd. Lucy and Vasquez keep to either side, eyes roving constantly over the snow searching for danger. Maggie checks behind them before moving to Kara’s side, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“We won’t just lose the herd if we don’t make it in time,” Kara says, quietly. “We’ll lose Harriet too.”

“Not gonna happen, Kara.” Maggie promises.

She catches Alex’s grateful glance and smiles at her. Alex’s heart trips, her cheeks warming even in the freezing cold. She lets Kara forge on ahead slightly, moving closer to Maggie so she can whisper thank you, and rest a hand at the small of her back.

“Are you attempting physical contact, Danvers?” Maggie whispers back. “Because I can’t feel it through this damn coat.”

“Why are we whispering?” Vasquez stage-whispers exaggeratedly.

“So the mammoths don’t find out how much Danvers and Sawyer are in l-“

“Alex!” Kara’s worried cry carries from up ahead, cutting Lucy off.

Maggie only has time to roll her eyes at Lucy before running after Alex. Vasquez and Lucy swing their tranq guns off their shoulders, catching up in no time to find Alex holding Kara back firmly, Maggie scanning the herd of mammoths with a pair of binoculars.

“They’re gonna hurt them!” Kara shouts, wriggling in Alex’s arms.

“Kara, Kara, calm down!”

“No, Alex, they have spears!”

“And we have tranquiliser guns,” Vasquez says calmly. “Perks of the twenty first century.”

Kara stops struggling long enough for Maggie to hand her the binoculars. “Look, Kara. They’ve stopped.”

Maggie’s right. Kara presses the binoculars hard against her face, watching the ragtag band of hunters crouching down in the snow. She can barely see their faces, their hair long and matted and their beards thick and crusted with ice. They lay their spears down, the weapons dark and dangerous against the snow.

“What are they doing?” Kara asks. She hands Alex the binoculars.

“Probably trying to pick out the weakest member of the herd.”

Kara looks like she’s about to cry and fight someone at the same time. She balls her hands into fists as well as she can whilst wearing thick mittens, the crinkle in her forehead deep. At her side, Vasquez and Lucy are fixing scopes to their tranq guns.

“We’re too far away to get them,” Lucy says.

“And they’ll see us once we get closer.” Vasquez hums. “Never fought a caveman in close combat before.”

“I have,” Lucy grumbles. “In basic, in DC, hell, last time I spoke to my father.”

“What’s the plan you two?” Maggie asks.

“Oh there isn’t one,” Lucy says blithely.

Maggie frowns at her, one arm around Kara and from Kara’s other side, Alex glares too. Lucy sighs dramatically. She takes the binoculars from Alex, gives the hunters a cursory once over.

“We need a distraction. Non-combatants set up the portal, me and Vas’ll cover you.”

“As soon as they see us they’ll come after us,” Alex warns. “They’ll probably think we’re rival hunters.”

“So we do this quickly.”

Alex crouches down and roots in her pack for the portal spikes, tugs them gently apart, the magnetic clip falling into her lap. Kara wordlessly holds out a hand for a spike and Alex doesn’t hesitate giving it to her. Their eyes meet and Kara nods her thanks.

“Remember you’re not bulletproof Kara.”

Maggie laughs. “That’d make this job a lot easier- oh shit.”

The group of hunters is on the move, stalking through the snow, weapons held low at the ready.

“We have to do something, now,” Alex says a tinge of worry in her voice. “If they scatter the herd we’ll never get them back.”

Vasquez helps Alex up, directs everyone into a huddled group. “Okay listen up. We’re going to move towards them until they see us, if Alex is right they’ll leave the mammoths and come for us. We’ll be close enough to the herd that we can set up the portal but it’ll be tight.”

Alex shakes her head. “It’s too easy for them to follow us.”

Vasquez grins, snatches the metal clip that kept the spikes together from her. “I have an idea.”

There’s seven mammoths in the herd. One, an old female, lags behind the rest. They’ve slowed considerably to help her keep up, making low, comforting grumbling noises in their bellies. The group of hunters isn’t far from them, the traps a half mile up ahead when they hear a cheery shout carrying easily over the frosty air.

“HEY FLINTSTONES!”

They turn to see Lucy, a broad grin on her face and waving a metal pen at them. It glints in the cold light and the hunters freeze, grip tightening on their weapons. Vasquez is at Lucy’s side and they hold out another metal object, the magnetic clip.

“Wanna see some magic, assholes?” Vasquez asks.

Alex ushers Kara and Maggie out from behind the two soldiers and they hurry towards the herd of mammoths, footsteps crunching loudly through the snow. A couple of the hunters make to go after them but Vasquez yells, and Lucy lets go of the pen.

It clinks happily against the magnetic clip, wobbles for a second before Vasquez snatches it.

“That’s it?” Lucy says, disappointed. “That’s your distraction?”

“Worked didn’t it.”

The hunters are staring at the pen in Vasquez’s hand, mouths open and their eyes shining with horror and fear.

“Let’s go before they learn the word for bullshittery.”

Lucy and Vasquez back up slowly towards the others. The hunters shuffle round, start following. There’s a loud roar, Alex must’ve tripped the portal and suddenly the hunters are yelling and falling back, scrambling over themselves to get away from the swirling vortex.

“Damn, that’s all it took?”

“What a waste of a beautiful demonstration of magnetism.”

Vasquez and Lucy run towards the portal, the mammoths trumpeting in concern as Maggie, Kara and Alex try to coerce them as gently as one can coerce a mammoth through a time portal. They make it through just as Vasquez and Lucy arrive, ushering the others though the portal and running in after them.

Kara cries when Harriet is reunited with her herd. They stampede towards her noisily, ears flapping, trunks waving and joyous trumpeting filling the air. Alex will never admit it but she cries too, and if she catches Lucy and Maggie discreetly wiping at their eyes she won’t say anything. Kara wraps Alex in a massive hug, tears wet against her neck but her smile wide.

“We did it!”

“Yeah we did. Look how happy they all are.”

Maggie comes over, Lucy close at her side. “Glad you joined us, little Danvers?”

Kara sniffles, laughs. “You know I’m taller than Alex right?”

“Yeah, but Alex’s denial of her rogue side is much, much bigger.”

Alex gasps, a look of mock anger on her face. “I’ll have you know Dr Sawyer, that J’onn just texted me saying we have a normal amount of paper work to fill out for once.”

“For once,” Lucy chuckles. “Roll up roll up, watch the inredible Alex Danvers do her job, exclusive one time only! Also starring the amazing Magnetic Vasquez!”

Vasquez laughs, tugging the magnet out their pocket. “I should take this back to Luthor.”

“I’ll come with,” Alex says. “Guys?”

Maggie and Lucy pile into the jeep parked by the gate to the mammoth paddock, wait for Alex to check with Kara she has a ride back.

“I’m going to wait for James, just make sure the herd’s alright.”

“Okay. Love you.” Alex pulls Kara in for a last hug. “You did so good today. Super.”

Kara laughs. “Super, huh?”

“Yeah, Kara Danvers, super vet.”

“It has a nice ring to it,” Kara says. She waits til Alex is almost at the jeep before she calls out, almost tentatively. “Sister night tonight?”

Alex hops into the jeep, gives her a thumbs up. “You know it, super vet.”

The tech labs are almost empty when Vasquez wanders in. The sun is setting over the desert, the strip of sky visible through the wide lab windows a stunning palette of oranges and yellows and pinks. The sun’s last rays filter warmly into the lab, but Lena’s sat in a far, shadowy corner, her pale face lit by the stark light of a computer screen.

Vasquez has changed into a t-shirt and dark jeans, and they tuck their hands into their back pockets as they head over to the corner Lena’s working in.

Lena jumps when they set the magnet gently on the table. They smile warmly at her, pulling out a chair from the terminal next to Lena’s and sitting down. They point to the magnet. “That saved our lives today. Well, not really, but it would’ve been funny if it had.”

Lena cocks her head, her eyes bright with interest. “Do tell.”

Vasquez waves a hand. “Did a magic trick for some cavemen, blew their minds. What I wanna know, Doc, is why you’re here so late.”

Lena scoffs. “It’s not that late.”

“Night crew got here two hours ago.”

Lena sighs. “Fine, I’ve been checking through the code to see why I didn’t send you back to the right time.”

“Luthor, you were like ten minutes late, tops.”

Lena rubs at her tired eyes. “That could be the difference between life and death though. What if next time I send you ten minutes after an earthquake, or ten feet to the right and off a cliff… I’d never forgive myself.”

Vasquez gently, briefly pats Lena’s forearm. “Then next time we’ll wear parachutes, just in case. You can’t know exactly what’s going to be on the other side, and no one’s gonna blame you for it if something does go wrong. Your job is to get us there, and Luthor, if you keep giving me toys like that magnet, I’ll make sure I come back.”

Vasquez grins crookedly, their eyes bright in the light of Lena’s monitor screen. Lena can’t really explain why her heart jumps, but she knows why her shoulders suddenly feel lighter. “It’s just a magnet. But thank you, Agent Vasquez.”

“A magnet specially designed so it doesn’t interfere with the delicate electronics of the time portal spikes.” Vasquez smiles at her, their expression soft as they watch Lena fiddle with the magnet, turning it over and over in her fingers. “I know my science. And just Vasquez is fine, Luthor.”

Lena almost blushes. “Yeah? Well just Lena is fine too.”

Maggie, Lucy and Alex ride back to the city together, bikes kicking up dust against the setting sun. They don’t really discuss it, but after such a long day it feels natural to all pull up at Maggie’s, hold hands in the elevator all the way up to her floor. Alex closes the door, turns to watch Maggie take off her coat, Lucy draw her into a soft kiss.

“Get over here Danvers,” Lucy murmurs.

Alex steps into their waiting arms, lets them pull her into a safe, warm hug. There’s kisses, quiet, tired kisses, and the solid presence of her girlfriends, and Alex feels a weight lift off her she’d barely realised was there.

“This feels nice,” she whispers.

“You want to do this then?” Maggie asks, sincerely.

She and Lucy draw back to watch Alex, shoulders relaxing when Alex nods, a soft grin on her face. “I told you seventy million years ago I want to do this.”

Lucy snickers, kisses Alex’s cheek. “Well you can do it after sister night. Go check on Kara and then come back over.”

“Lucy this is my apartment, you can’t just invite people over like you own the place.”

Lucy pecks her on the lips. “We’re dating now. Su casa es mi casa, y mi novia’s casa, y… actually no that’s it, I want you two to myself. Get used to it Sawyer.”

Maggie chases her into the kitchen, the both of them giggling like school girls and Alex knows she’ll have this warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest for the rest of the night.

Kara’s dozing on the couch when Alex lets herself in. She’s snuggled in a fluffy blanket, a book on mammoths she must have grabbed from the park’s library lying open on the floor. Alex quietly picks it up, bookmarks Kara’s place. She watches Kara sleep for a moment, her face so calm after the hard day she’d had, before rustling the takeout bags loudly.

Kara’s eyes snap open. “Food.”

“Yeah, your favourite. You’ve earned it.”

Kara happily accepts the food Alex hands her, sitting up and making room for Alex on the couch. “How are the mammoths?”

“Doin’ amahshin,” Kara says through a mouthful of potstickers. She swallows comically. “Amazing. Alex they’re right at home. No complications from the time portal, nothing. And Harriet’s so happy!”

“I’m so glad.”

“We sat and watched them for hours after you left.”

Alex reaches for a napkin. “We, huh?”

Kara blushes, attacks another takeout box. “Me and James. Just to make sure they were okay and settling in.”

Alex nods solemnly. “Of course.”

“It’s my first day, don’t tease me!” Kara whines.

Alex takes a huge bite to hide her laugh. “Who’s teasing? Not me, no I’m a good big sister I don’t tease about crushes on hunky vets- hey!”

Kara smacks Alex with the pillow again, her laughter ringing out through the apartment. “Put a movie on, asshole.”

Alex reaches for the remote, pulls up Netflix and the two of them settle down, laughing at the cheesy romcom Kara picks, happy and relaxed after a long, but good, day.

#supergirl #fic #director sanvers #kara danvers #alex danvers #lucy lane #maggie sawyer #lena luthor #agent vasquez #(it's happening y'all don't fight it)#winn schott #james olsen #harriet the mammoth and her fam

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adrelianafernandes · 8 years ago

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Divulgence

Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous. All rights belong to Thomas Astruc and ZAGtoon.

Summary: During the Evillustrator, when Marinette and Chat Noir were trapped together in a box, Tikki tried to come out to help, but Marinette pushed her back into the purse. What if she had managed to come out before Marinette pushed her back in?

Notes: Reposting this because I finally decided to create a Tumblr blog. Hey everyone! I’m Silver and an aspiring writer and reader. It’s a pleasure to meet you all! I’m open to commissions and requests and questions - I’ll be opening up a page on that in a minute as soon as I figure out the formatting.

(This is part one of a series called Reveals and Revelations. I’ll be tagging them all with this so it’s easily found :))

XxX

“And I’m taking back my promise,” the Evillustrator snarled, rubbing something out on his drawing tablet. “Chloe’s going to get a little lesson that she’ll never forget!”

Marinette yelped as Chat Noir landed on her, squirming all the while as the box enclosed the both of them.

Then she heard the tell-tale sounds of the Evillustrator’s magic, and she knew that the boat’s engine was gone. If they didn’t escape soon, they would drown.

The Evillustrator smirked, before leaping off the barge and into the distance, heading towards the Grand Paris.

“We’ve been penned in,” Chat said, desperately prodding the floor and corners of the box with his staff. “Literally!”

“Aa-” Marinette started, only to be interrupted as Tikki poked her head out of her purse.

“Marinette,” she said in her high, squeaky voice. “There’s no time! Transform!”

Immediately Chat Noir stopped, his green eyes wide as he took in Tikki.

Marinette immediately shut the purse, covering it with her hands. “Ahaha,” she laughed. “It’s a new toy! From Japan! It’s uhm, really new and says the weirdest things! Never says anything when you want it to!”

Chat Noir could only say nothing as he stared at Marinette silently.

Then the boat lurched suddenly, and they yelped as the box slid to the side of the barge, just stopping short of the railings.

“Chat Noir!” Marinette called out desperately. “Use your staff! Extend it upwards!”

Chat Noir snapped out of his reverie, before smirking at her. He retracted his baton, before twisting it vertically. Then he smirked at Marinette before sweeping her in a princess style hold and extending his baton.

The end of the baton smacked against the ceiling of the box, lifting it and the two up as it extended. Chat Noir then angled the baton, continuing to extend it until they were over the bridge, releasing the baton and dropping down onto the bridge. Then he looked at Marinette.

She laughed nervously. “Haha, yeah, new toy, really unreliable…”

He smirked. “So it’s buggy, is it?”

Despite herself, Marinette groaned. “Not another pun, Chat…”

His smirk widened. “There’s my lady,” he said, before grabbing the baton as it dropped down from the air. “I’m going to stop the artist. Don’t make me wait too long, my lady.”

He tossed her another smirk, before extending the baton and leaping onto the roof of the next set of buildings.

Tikki poked her head out of the purse. “I’m sorry, Marinette. I didn’t think he was there.”

Marinette sighed. “I really didn’t want anyone to find out, but if it had to be anyone, at least it was him.”

“That’s true,” Tikki said thoughtfully. “Ladybugs and Chat Noirs have been partners for centuries.”

“At least it was my partner. Imagine if it were my parents, or Alya, or Adrien!” Marinette laughed.

“That would have been awful!”

Tikki giggled, zipping in the air. “Come on, you have a kitty waiting for you!”

Marinette nodded. “Right! Tikki, spots on!”

XxX

Chloe pressed her ear up against the door at the knocking. “Chat Noir, is that you?”

Then the Evillustrator erased the door, and she screamed, running to her bed and hiding beneath it.

“Chloe…” The Evillustrator called out. “Where are you? Are you hiding? That is so cute.”

Chloe shrank back in fear, ice blue eyes wide as she stared at the red clad legs of the Evillustrator.

“Are you hiding?” The Evillustrator asked sneeringly. “In the closet?”

Chloe gasped, and at that, he erased the closet on the tablet, and it followed suit in real life. Then, Chloe screamed as the Evillustrator erased all of her clothing.

He smirked to himself as he heard the scream. Honestly, all it took to get Chloe out was to threaten her clothing and beauty. She was so easy to lure out; all of the akumatised villains had found it ridiculously easy to lure her out every single time.

He grinned, before erasing the bed as he swiped on his tablet. Chloe screamed again, before running frantically towards the corner of the room.

The Evillustrator smirked. “I win, Chloe. I found you.”

“My Chanel dresses! My heels!” Chloe shrieked, before gasping dramatically. “You’re a monster!”

“You like to walk all over people, but you don’t like it when others trample over you, do you, Chloe? Do you?!”

Chloe could only scream as she ran fearfully from the drawn giant heel. Then the two heard a thwack and the heel disappeared.

“Sorry, but even if she does walk over others, she doesn’t deserve to be actually trampled,” Chat Noir said casually, raising his hand as the baton returned to him.

“In the comics, this is what is known as the final showdown,” the Evillustrator said thoughtfully as he gazed at Chat Noir, who merely rested his baton on his shoulders.

“Not really,” Chat Noir smirked. “We’re waiting for a plus one.”

As if on cue, Ladybug dropped in through the open balcony doors. “Sorry I kept you waiting, kitty.”

“A lady is always fashionably late,” Chat Noir replied, before settling into a fighting stance.

“Uhh, hello?” Chloe called out. “I need saving here!”

The Evillustrator smirked, before erasing the floor, forcing Chat Noir and Ladybug to back away quickly as the floor disappeared from under them.

Of course, Chat Noir’s luck meant that he slipped on the edge, his arms flailing as he tried to keep himself upright, before he managed to grab on the edge of the floor, digging his claws into the tile as he dangled precariously from the edge.

“Ladybug, this cat doesn’t have nine lives!” he yelled out desperately.

Ladybug set her jaw, before tossing her yoyo high up into the air. “Lucky Charm!” she yelled out as a series of hearts surrounded the spinning yoyo. Then a small object fell out of the air, right into Ladybug’s waiting hands.

“A bouncy ball?” She asked in confusion. “What do I do with this?”

“Hah!” The Evillustrator laughed harshly. “Try and stop me with that, little lady.”

Ladybug glanced around, sky blue eyes darting as they searched the room. Then several objects lit up with a red and black spotted pattern, and she smirked. “Gladly!”

She tossed the ball as hard as she could towards the lamp just past the Evillustrator, his eyes wide as they followed the ball’s motion. Then it smashed it, before the ball rebounded, bouncing off walls before impacting the lamps of the room, blanketing it in darkness.

Then Ladybug’s yoyo shot out, wrapping around the Evillustrator’s arm, before yanking on the arm suddenly. The Evillustrator was taken aback, his surprise forcing him to drop his drawing pen onto the floor.

Ladybug back-flipped, her hand quickly snatching the pen off the floor before she landed in a crouch. Then she snapped the pen, dropping the halves on the floor as a black butterfly flew out.

She ran her finger over the cover of her yoyo, the halves opening like a ladybug’s wings to reveal a white interior. Then she dropped the yoyo, letting it swing slightly to gain momentum, before she thrust it into the air, catching the butterfly in the glowing white space of the yoyo. Drawing the yoyo back to her, she smiled. “Bye bye, little butterfly,” she said as she tapped the surface, letting a now white butterfly fly out.

Chat Noir vaulted upwards, flying up and onto solid floor as Ladybug grabbed the bouncy ball, tossing it into the air. “Miraculous Ladybug!” She called, as the object dissolved into a swarm of ladybugs which flew around the room, fixing all of the damage.

Then black bubbles covered the Evillustrator, dissolving to reveal Nathanael. He groaned and sat up, wondering why he was in a room with Paris’ two superheroes and an annoyed Chloe. “Wha-what I am doing here?”

“You got akumatised, Nathanael,” Ladybug explained.

“You’re in the Grand Paris right now,” Chat Noir continued, before a beep from Ladybug’s earrings warned them of the impending talk.

“Gotta go!” The two superheroes called in unison, before leaping off the balcony and onto rooftops with only one destination in mind: the Eiffel Tower.

XxX

“You can’t tell anyone,” were the first words out of Ladybug’s mouth as they landed on the beams just below the viewing deck of the tower.

Chat Noir could only nod solemnly. “I promise.”

Ladybug sighed. “Good.”

Then she sat down, and closed her eyes as she let her transformation wear off. Tikki hovered in the air between them, giving off an apologetic air.

“So this is your kwami,” Chat Noir said in wonder. “Can we trade? I want one that is actually sweet and doesn’t demand cheese all the time!”

At this, Marinette and Tikki giggled. “Sorry kitty,” Marinette said teasingly. “But unless you have pierced ears, it’s a no can do.”

At this he slumped. “Aww, Marinette…”

Then she slumped too, sighing. “Are you disappointed?”

Chat Noir immediately broke out of his fake slump. “What?”

“Are you disappointed that the perfect Ladybug is actually clumsy, unconfident Marinette?”

Green eyes widened. “No! I could never be disappointed with you Marinette, never! You’re so beautiful and sweet and kind and friendly!”

Blue eyes widened. “You… really think that, Chat Noir?”

He smiled gently. “Yeah, I do.”

Tikki swooned from over them, cooing from her perch on a higher beam. “That’s so cute!” she whispered to herself as the two leant in closer, before their lips brushed slightly.

Then Marinette seemed to snap out of a trance, before she backed away rapidly. “I-I can’t, Chat!”

“Wha- why?!” he exclaimed.

She shrank back. “Because… my heart belongs to someone else.”

This time, Chat Noir’s slump was real as his ears drooped, and green eyes filled with hurt. He scooted back along his side of the beam as well, drawing his legs in to curl against them as he stared at the beam silently.

Then he sighed. “Do I at least have the pleasure of knowing who captured my lady’s heart?”

Marinette bit her lip, before she decided to tell him; she owed him that much. “A-Adrien Agreste.”

Suddenly Chat Noir’s eyes lit up again and his ears were alert. “What did you say?”

Taken aback by his sudden happiness, she repeated the name.

At this, Chat Noir whooped, before picking Marinette up and hugging her close to him in joy.

“Wha- Chat, what’s wrong?”

He didn’t seem to hear her, his eyes filled with joy as he stared down at her with love.

“I’m sorry Chat, but I can’t. I love him,” Marinette said, unraveling herself from the mass of excitement that was Chat Noir.

He froze for a moment, before laughing.

Marinette was starting to think something was very wrong with her partner at this point. “Chat, what’s wrong with you?”

He paused, before he smiled at her. The smile that always threw her for a loop, because it was just so familiar, but she could never place it.

“I think this will explain it all,” he said softly, before releasing his transformation.

Marinette shielded her eyes as the luminous green light washed over her. When she opened them again, she almost screamed as her eyes took in the face of her not-so-secret crush.

“A-Adrien?!” she shrieked.

The boy in question smiled sheepishly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at the girl. “Hey, Marinette.”

She almost seemed to freeze for a moment, before she did. Her eyes grew unfocused and she stared at the ground for a long time before Tikki flew off her perch and whispered something in her ear that made her snap to reality again.

Then she laughed. Adrien smiled as he heard it, the tinkling tones music to his ears. “Marinette,” he said, moving closer to his partner. “I love you.”

She turned, and their faces were pressed up against each other, lips brushing each other’s once more as she whispered her next words. “I love you too.”

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