#why is ur head so LUMPY?

[imissthefire]

never have I ever experienced such violent thoughts towards a child as I do to Sanaki, like girl please stop talking and help us or like idk maybe just don't try to stir the pot and get mad when it boils over 😭

[sabo-has-my-heart]

hiieee i LOVE ur ace stories :3 do you think you could please write an ace x gn!reader where the reader is nervous about their body image, especially when it comes to how much they eat. maybe they're jealous that ace can eat whatever he wants and still look super hot and lean. and ace reassures them that he loves them no matter how they look. thank youuu <333

I'm so glad you like my Ace stories. It's so sad that people don't have good body image, even if they're healthy or look great. That being said, I don't specify what size that they are only that they 'feel chubby' and that they're not super muscular (who is?).

Warnings: GN!Reader

Word Count:1370 

     Looking down at the food in front of you, you tried your best to hold yourself back. You’d been trying to cut back on how much you eat, tried working out to work on how you looked, but it didn’t seem to be helping much. Glancing over, you watched your boyfriend demolishing a large piece of meat, 2 helpings of pasta, a bowl of rice, and something that looked like it had once been a vegetable before Ace got to it. You, on the other hand, had barely touched the diet food you’d asked Thatch for and knew you were already gaining 10 pounds. Sometimes you hated your boyfriend, or more specifically, you hated how he could eat 50 pounds of food and come out 20 pounds lighter! His body always looked like it had been sculpted from marble, arms, chest, and abs that were to die for. Muscles that rippled and could lift just about anything, the way his body glistened with sweat under the hot sun, the light bouncing off every dip and curve of his glorious body. 

     Whereas you, on the other hand, swore you’d been a child’s clay project that had turned into the lumpy form of a human. Looking in the mirror, all you ever saw was the chub on your sides, the pudge in your stomach, and how thick your thighs were. You were strong, you knew that, you were strong and capable, perhaps not as strong as one of the division commanders, but you could certainly hold your own. At first you’d figured you just needed to work out more, after all, a lot of the well muscled guys on the Moby Dick did a lot of hard work. So you worked hard, trained… and lost 5 pounds. Alright, well maybe it was how much you ate and what you ate. Thatch was a great cook, how could you not want to eat his cooking? So you’d tried cutting back and tried dieting… you hadn’t even lost 5 pounds and were constantly hungry. How was it that Ace could eat whatever he wanted, sleep 10 hours a day, goof off, and still be shredded as fuck?! 

     Ace glanced over at you, picking at your food. You looked miserable and he knew why. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Thatch’s diet food, Thatch was a great cook, it was that you were in a slump about how you looked. Ace put on a sympathetic smile as he put a hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze, drawing you out of your thoughts.

     “You know, you look stunning in this light.” Ace said, nuzzling the top of your head. It was technically true, you looked stunning in the light, but then, you looked stunning in any light. Despite how you felt about your looks, he couldn’t help but think you looked like the most dazzling person on earth. Granted, even if you didn’t look great, he’d still love you, he didn’t love you for your looks, he loved you because of who you were. Your looks were just a bonus. You smiled at him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before eating your food, your mood picking up as you took his hand, holding it as you ate. Glancing back over at you, he wondered if he could get you to raid the kitchen with him. While he might know and understand how you felt about your body and weight, he missed raiding the fridge with you, missed eating everything together, and missed enjoying everything you ate together. To be completely honest, your love of food was one of the things that had first attracted him to you, you could both just sit there and enjoy what you were eating and talk about how great it was. He’d still support you if you wanted to work on your body image and do whatever he could to help, he was never worried about what you looked like. In fact, if anything, he loved the way you were. The ‘pudge’ that you worried about being on your stomach was soft, huggable and a great pillow. The thighs that you fretted were ‘too big’, allowed his fingers to sink in the perfect amount when he picked you up. The ‘chub’ on your sides that troubled you constantly was just right for cuddling at night when he’d nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck. Hell, even if you were on the chubbier side, it’s not like you were unhealthy or anything. In fact, if anything, Marco had said you were one of the healthier members of the crew.

     Ace smiled as you wrapped his arms around you from behind, his head resting on your shoulder as you two sat on his bed.

     “You’re absolutely amazing, you know that?” Ace muttered, squeezing you a little tighter. This was one of the things he loved most about your body. You couldn’t really squeeze muscles. You either held a muscular person loosely or you held them tight and couldn’t give them good, loving squeezes. With you, he could hold you close, his arms wrapped comfortably around you, not tight but not loose, but he could pull you closer, tighten his hold, and envelop you in his warm embrace.

     “I… I don’t understand how you can think that.” you said with a sigh, even as you nuzzled your head against his.

     “I think it because it’s true. You’re kind, loving, sweet, beautiful. What other word could I use for you besides ‘amazing’?” he asked, placing a soft kiss against your shoulder.

     “Chubby, overweight, plump, gluttono-ow!” you glared at him, as he pinched your arm.

     “First of all, you’re none of those things! Just because you’re not particularly muscular, doesn’t mean you aren’t the most attractive person on the planet. Secondly, you’re not chubby or anything, you’re perfect. And thirdly! Even if you were those things, I didn’t start loving you and dating you because of your looks! I love you no matter what you look like.” Ace said sternly, putting a hand on your cheek and making you face him, “I’ll always love you for you, for your heart. You could become the most hideous, fattest person on the planet and I’d still love you and think you were amazing. So stop saying that shit and come raid the kitchen with me.” he said, giving you a sweet, gentle kiss. You couldn’t help but smile at him as you nodded. To be honest, you were still pretty hungry and you hadn’t raided the kitchen together in quite a while.

[luveline]

James and the reader baking <333

thank u for ur request! hope this is okay <3 fluffy James is <333

"James," you say, pressing your palms to your eyes to abate an overwhelming wave of defeat.

"What?" he asks, pulling at your fingers until you let your hands fall away. There's icing sugar all over his face, stars dotted in wild constellations over his warm skin. "What's the prob?"

"The prob," you say weakly, "is that I specifically chose this because it was marketed as the easiest sweets to make, and yet. A palava!"

"A palava!" he repeats, delighted at your word choice.

It is a palava. There's icing sugar everywhere, not just his face, a white ring of it burning on the glass stove top, a cloud of it settled over your clothes, and no matter how much you whisk the fudge you're attempting to make on the hob, it won't dissolve.

"We sieved it like the instructions said," you bemoan, picking the whisk up to try again. You break the fresh skin formed over the top of the fudge and turn up the heat.

"Are you sure that's a good idea, babe? We don't want to burn it."

"I don't think it's hot enough," you say. "Doesn't it look too thick to you?"

He hums and leans back against the countertops, hand dipping in a patch of white sugar and chocolate dust. He doesn't notice or doesn't care, but you're betting it's the former.

"Won't you relax?" he implores you gently, reaching out to straighten your shirt collar. You look down at the white fingerprints he leaves behind and feel the opposite of relaxed. He smiles impishly.

"Jamie, this isn't going well for us."

"I know, bub. We'll just have to try again."

You sigh deeply and try to be less tense, pressing your face to your shoulder. You roll your neck and James winces when it clicks.

"Why do we do stuff like this?" you whine, and then feel bad immediately. "Just, not that I don't love doing things with you, Jamie, but I'm so awful. At everything."

"You're not awful at everything, angel. Where'd you get that idea? You're amazing, and one lumpy fudge doesn't dispute that," he tells you, eyebrows pinched in concern.

Your eyes flutter closed as he runs the back of his hand, thankfully clean, down the side of your face. He quickly leans forward to press a chaste kiss against the skin where his hand had been, working the whisk and saucepan handle from your white-knuckled grip. He turns the heat off and sets the pan on a cool hob.

"Baking isn't easy. It's a practiced craft, okay? We're not gonna be good straight away."

You smile at him softly. "I know, James. Sorry. I'm being melodramatic."

He smooths his hands over your shoulders, smiling indulgently.

"You're not dramatic, often. Much. At all. And-" he starts, seeing your accusing expression, "if you are, you're not nearly as dramatic as me."

You drop your head into his chest and twine your fingers in the ends of his shirt. "Bah."

"Fudge is supposed to be thick. So we got that part right," he whispers into your hair.

"And lumpy?" you inquire.

He generously doesn't comment. You groan, sound muffled by his skin.

"Just because you're not good at something the first time doesn't mean you never will be," he says.

"Practice makes perfect," you parrot, a phrase he's told you a hundred times.

"Practice must've made you, then," he murmurs, rubbing your shoulders.

You smile into his chest, best pleased by his flirtation until you still. "James, are you wiping your hands in my shirt?"

"...No."

"Alright, get off me."

[ego-driven-one-wing-angel]

BRO IVE RECENTLY STARTED FALLING INTO THE FF HOLE AND SEPHIROTH HAS MY HEART!! And I haven't even played the game yet??? I want to but I'm poor af 😭 anyways, I don't know much about anyone but I need to know: would Sephiroth make pancakes with you and would he add chocolate chips if he knew you liked them?

Thank you so much if you do read this one and know, either way, I love ur work!! <3

ANON: BRO IVE RECENTLY STARTED FALLING INTO THE FF HOLE AND SEPHIROTH HAS MY HEART!! And I haven't even played the game yet??? I want to but I'm poor af 😭 anyways, I don't know much about anyone but I need to know: would Sephiroth make pancakes with you and would he add chocolate chips if he knew you liked them?

Thank you so much if you do read this one and know, either way, I love ur work!! <3

A/N: Okay, but that’s a total mood??? Lmao. I know there’s a “sale” for it on EpicGames and they dropped it from like, 69.99 to 49.99 on PC. It’s not much of a difference, but for anyone who wants to save a bit of money and still want to buy it, it’s there :) But anyway, thanks so much for the comments. You make my heart swole <3

ALSO. For some reason I read it as FOR you and not WITH you??? So if you notice there’s an abrupt change in the middle that is why! I’m sorry :(

SEPHIROTH MAKING PANCAKES WITH HIS S/O WOULD INCLUDE:

Sephiroth is a silent lover. Meaning every word you say, every action you’ve done, every dream you dreamt, it’s locked somewhere inside his head and he knows just about everything there is to you. You never have to remind him twice of what your favorite things are, because he’s heard them already, countless times maybe, but he never forgets.

You probably mentioned in an off-hand comment at a restaurant or in bed. How much you love the soft, delicate taste of homemade pancakes with your favorite sauce dripping onto the plate. The numerous toppings, the sweetened buzz on your lips, the cherished moments of a homely life with nothing but the food upon your plate and the glow of early mornings. It’s a simple and quant little scene, and you crave it just about as much as the pancakes themselves. 

But Sephiroth isn’t a cook, nor does he care for food as much, nor as well, as Angeal. It appears to be more like a chore, and though he knows he can make it, does he really want to?

He’ll spend most of the days leading up to the event looking through about every cooking book under the sun. Every recipe is different, every cook who’s ever spent their time in the kitchen has their own tale to tell. He can never figure out which one is the “right” one, but it makes the job easier when you’re both in the kitchen.

But when the day comes, everything becomes a total mess. Pancake batter on the ceiling, flour in your hair, cracked egg shells falling to the floor as you tried to clean the sticky batter from your fingers. But despite the looming feeling of having to clean it up later, it’s a moment you can never forget.

It becomes the one of the few times you hear him laugh. It’s cut clear and fills the room, so precise, as if you could bottle it forever. You tell him he should do it more often, and he gives you this softened look, lips curved just at the tips, and says, “we’ll see.”

Eventually, hours later passed morning, you two finally make something worth cooking. It’s still lumpy, and not the best, but before you could add it to the pan in your excitement, he finally pours in your favorite part: chocolate chips.

With a satisfied grin, and sweat building at your forehead, you finally have a platter of decent looking pancakes. Some of the chocolate chips have oozed out of the sides, and some didn’t look completely cooked, but it didn’t matter. You did it!

The best part of it all? Sitting down at your table and having him try it. He makes a grimace, he’s not a big fan of sweets, and he swore he ate a ball of uncooked flour the two of you didn’t stir in correctly, but he sees how much you enjoy them. How you smother them in different toppings, not caring there had been errors. He doesn’t say anything demeaning, just listens to you quietly as you make more plans for tomorrow’s breakfast. 

[albatris]

hello, hello, sweet friends, dear friends, hi

uhhhhh

yeah, I'm late with the rental car update. it's wednesday. I'm so late it's almost thursday again! and thursday is when updates were originally meant to happen anyway! so uhhhh..... hm

hm.

anyway, I'm still exhausted from melbourne but I'm feeling pretty okay! hope ur all doing good too

this week's mood is I'm getting a tooth pulled on thursday :)))) and this week's jam is "coffee" by jack stauber's micropop

this week's excerpt is? part of a truly meandering little scene that may or may not end up in the final product. you can have it. I'm including the full thing 'cause idk this is my blog and I can post whatever I like even if it's kinda long yeehaw

not all my excepts are this long I promise

also yeah I know it starts in Nat's POV and ends in Quinn's, apparently when I'm drafting I write in the "third-person shitshow" perspective, whose only rule is "????? just do whatever"

anyway hey!!! I love you. have a nice week everybody

tag list n excerpt under the cut <3

Nat shut up and Quinn put their head back down on his lap a third time, still determined to let themself return to napping and make the most of their afternoon off. No sooner had their eyes closed than a new thought started to itch at Nat's mind. New, but not entirely unexpected.

He chewed on his lip. He drummed his hand on the arm of the couch. He tapped his feet on the floor. Grub slunk forward on her belly towards his jittering sneakers, readying herself to pounce on an untied shoelace as it flailed about.

“Quinn,” Nat whispered, and poked them in the cheek. “Quinn, hey.”

They sighed, and one eyelid peeled open so they could glare at him. “What is it this time?”

He hesitated a minute, then reached down to start playing with their hair. Running his fingers through those adorable blonde curls, letting claws trace along their scalp ever-so-softly... a go-to Quinn cheat code. Bound to make them at least slightly more agreeable. “I don’t want to go back to your place tonight,” he said. “I want you to stay here.”

Quinn released a short burst of laughter, which they quickly disguised as a cough. “No, I’m not staying here,” they replied. “You could not pay me to sleep here.”

“No shit, I couldn't pay you. You've seen my bank account,” Nat said, as Grub barrelled into his sneakers and bit at the laces. “Why not, though?"

“This place is so sad. Your mattress is all lumpy. This couch is from—what, a garage sale?”

“Savers,” Nat said helpfully. “Fourteen dollars fifty. Good buy! I remember it was really late by the time I actually got it back here so no one was awake to help me bring it upstairs and it wouldn’t fit in the elevator and I almost cried."

“Huh,” Quinn said, their nose wrinkling slightly, and they moved the conversation along. “Anyway, you’re always awake clanging about with pots in the kitchen making a full fucking meal at three in the morning and this place is so tiny I'm not going to get any sleep. At all."

Nat’s hand paused mid-stroke, unhappily.

“No, no. Keep going,” Quinn said, immediately regretting their bluntness. “I’ll be nice, I promise. Why don’t you want to stay at mine? I thought you liked my house.”

Nat began to trace circles in the fuzz of Quinn’s undercut, and they sighed in approval. “It’s Grub,” he said eventually. “She’s lonely. She misses me when I’m not here.”

“She’s a cat,” Quinn said. “Cats are independent. She’s fine.”

“You’ve never had a cat, have you?” Nat said. “Cats are clingy. Grub cries whenever I’m not home. Riley told me, and then I had to deal with that guilt spiral for a full week.” He pouted. “I don’t want her to get depressed.”

Quinn’s gaze shifted upwards to lock onto him, newly intensified somehow. “Just move in with me then, yeah? You and the cat. Problem solved.”

This time it was Nat’s turn to disguise a laugh as a cough.

“I’m serious,” Quinn said.

“Oh, I know.” The beginnings of a smile twitched his lips upwards, and he shut it down. A smile here was weakness. A smile was a crack in his defences. If he gave Quinn an inch they'd take a mile. “We’ve had this conversation before. We haven’t known each other that long, you know?”

“Yeah, but it’s the only way to stop your cat from being depressed.”

“You’re putting words in my mouth.” Nat flicked them in the jaw. “Anyway, I don’t want Grub at your house. You have too many vampires around. Someone might eat her.”

“No, you can’t pull that card,” Quinn objected. “You’re a vampire. You know better than anyone how stupid a thing that is to worry about. And why would any vampire go for an animal at my house of all places? They’re literally there for human blood.”

Nat did not return to playing with Quinn’s hair this time, and instead folded his arms with a huff of annoyance. Quinn huffed in annoyance louder and more forcefully to establish dominance, and begrudgingly sat up.

“No one is going to want to eat your weird ugly cat,” they said. “That’s how I convinced you to take her, remember? Even a brand new stressed-out vampire like you wasn’t tempted. She’s the single least appetising creature on the planet.”

“Look, she just... has a… unique scent,” Nat said, delicately. "But just because I don’t think she smells edible doesn’t mean everyone else will be the same. I don’t think you smell edible either.”

“Yeah, you do,” Quinn said. “You’ve just somehow convinced yourself you don’t. I smell delicious, thanks, and anyone would be lucky to rip my throat out.” They jabbed a thumb towards Grub, who mrrped in acknowledgement. “That smells like month-old moldy tuna. Kind of looks like it, too.”

Nat gasped in exaggerated horror and reached down to cover Grub’s ears. She beeped happily as she registered his touch, and rubbed her cheek against his palm, completely oblivious to Quinn’s insults. “Don’t say that in front of her,” he scolded them. “She’s sensitive. You horrible, horrible human being. She’s beautiful. She’s perfect.”

“Yes, she’s perfect for you. Two odd little grimy strays."

“Oi.” Nat shot Quinn a pointed scowl, then leaned down to scoop Grub up from the floor and into his arms. He cradled her to his chest baby-style and placed a tender kiss atop her forehead.

Then he was up from the couch, the conversation apparently over. He stepped lightly over Quinn’s backpack and disappeared towards the kitchen with Grub in tow. “We’re having paella.”

“Me and you or you and the cat?” Quinn called after him.

Nat ignored this and busied himself behind the kitchen counter, hoisting Grub up onto his shoulder so she could curl round the back of his neck. Quinn watched him in vague fascination as he waltzed around the kitchen, pulling pots and utensils and ingredients out, all the while humming some made-up little song to Grub that sounded like it consisted mostly of the words so cute, so small, I love you over and over.

It was both infuriatingly inane and infuriatingly cute. An unpleasant jolt of possessiveness twinged right through the centre of Quinn's chest. Nat was at home here. With his silly little cat and his silly little songs and his horrible thrifted couch he’d definitely spent a night sleeping on in the lobby and his clattering late-night cooking sessions. This place was privy to all sorts of private, fond memories and gentle routines Quinn wasn’t. They wanted their house to be full of private, fond memories and gentle routines, too. They wanted him to make it a home, because they didn't know how.

“Fine,” Quinn said. “You want me to stay the night, I’ll stay the night. But you have to promise you’ll think about it, okay? You. Me. Living together.”

"Alex will get jealous."

"Nat."

Nat paused to blow them a kiss and flash them a smile. “I’ll think about thinking about it, how’s that?”

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[sleep-i-ness]

Wrong Door (Sirius Black x reader)

Synopsis: Your roommate wakes you up in the middle of the night because she can’t get into the flat. Or so you think. (Muggle AU) FOR MY 500 WRITING CHALLENGE

A/N: do not follow what reader does in this in real life. IF SOMEBODY PASSES OUT DRUNK AND DOESN’T WAKE UP, CALL AN AMBULANCE (usa people i don’t know what you do. call an uber to the hospital?)

WARNINGS: Alcohol, really shitty first aid, swearing

BANG! Y/N bolted upright. Fuck, were they being burgled? She checked her watch, groaning at the time. It was 3 in the bloody morning and she had an 8am class. She swore lightly under her breath; she’d clearly fallen asleep while studying on the sofa, a textbook on her lap and an empty bottle of wine in her hand.

She wasn’t one for going out in middle of the week, unlike her roommate Marlene, so being woken up in the early hours of the morning was a common occurrence. Usually Marlene would just stumble back into the apartment, tripping over everything lying in her way. Tonight, she had clearly decided to break the fucking door down.

Y/N heard a key fiddling at the door, and she sighed. That was when the pounding on the door started. Time for her to go help Marlene out.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she grumbled, extracting herself from the cocoon of sheets and cushions.

The banging didn’t lessen, and Y/N groaned as black patches clouded her vision momentarily. Mentally reminding herself to grab some water on the way back from the door, she trudged over to the hallway, propping herself against the wall for two seconds as she swayed slightly. Her fingers clasped around the latch and she pulled it, swinging the door open.

“You’re not Marlene.”

“You’re not James. Did he bring you over or something?” The brunette stranger rambled, pushing past her as he stumbled into the apartment. Y/N was too taken aback to protest at first, watching the man walk in as if he owned the place. “You can close the door, y’know. I didn’t bring back a girl this time because James said he’d literally kill me if I kept him up again. What a hypocrite.”

The man reached out to hang his jacket on an empty patch of wall, staring at it blankly when it fell onto the floor. He tried again, feeling for a hook that didn’t exist and Y/N watched him confusedly from where she stood by the still-open door.

“What on earth are you doing in my flat?” She found her voice at last; his audacity was astounding!

“Your flat? Love, just because James brought you over once doesn’t mean you can start claiming our stuff,” he seemed almost affronted, slurring his words as he let his jacket be on the floor. 

“No, this is my flat that I share with my roommate Marlene. Who the fuck is James? And, more importantly, who the fuck are you?” Y/N had to admit, she was getting a little riled at this point. This drunk man had just waltzed in and begun claiming the place as if she didn’t exist.

The man opened his mouth to protest before taking a good long look at the coral walls and pictures that hung all over them. He closed his mouth, paused, and turned to look at the hall table with their tatty fringed lampshade and geometric-print table runner. Y/N could almost hear the cogs whirring in his brain as he stared bemusedly at the room.

“Fuck. This isn’t my flat. Where am I?” He seemed honestly and completely confounded, scrunching his face up.

“You’re near Kensington, we’re a few roads back from the high street and the market. This flat block is number 48-53?” Y/N gesticulated as she tried to explain where exactly her apartment lay.

She was too busy explaining to notice the queasy expression spreading across the man’s face. He shoved back past her to stick his head out her door and promptly throw up all over her front step. Disgusting. And she was going to have to clean it up! He swayed back and forth, before collapsing backwards, narrowly avoiding falling feet-first into a pile of his own vomit. Y/N contemplated just leaving him there and shutting the door on him. But she knew deep down she’d sorely regret it if any harm came to him because she refused to help him. It wasn’t the dodgiest of areas, but the nights were bitterly cold.

“Hey,” she tapped him on his shoulders, calling upon her memories of first aid and how to deal with a drunk person. He didn’t stir, even as her taps got harder and she decided to take her chances and slapped him straight across the face. She gasped as a red handprint bloomed on his cheek, yet he still didn’t wake up. Hand still stinging, Y/N grabbed his arms, heaving as she attempted to pull him inside. Managing to pull him into the living room, she gently rolled him into the recovery position, ensuring that he was still breathing and that he wouldn’t choke on his own vomit. A dead man in her living room would be difficult to explain to her flatmate.

Y/N trudged to the kitchen, dragging her feet along as she pinched her eyelids to try and keep herself awake. She just needed to grab a glass of water to help with tomorrow’s inevitable hangover and a blanket for the drunkard. Somehow, she managed to complete the task, leaving her standing over the man now covered in her biggest blanket. She knew that she should go back to her room, but it just seemed so far, her legs protesting at the thought of moving an inch. Besides, the blanket was big enough to cover the two of them without having to even touch each other, right?

Sliding under the furthest corner, she quickly curled into a ball, eyes drifting shut before her head even touched the carpet.

:.

Waking in the morning, Y/N nuzzled further into the broad arms wrapped around her, sighing as she breathed in the stale scent of cologne and whisky. Her head pounding as she tried to recall the events of the night before that had led to her in a man’s arms. She startled, bolting upright as she remembered the drunkard who had stumbled through her door. And now she was in his arms. Fuck.

Seeing the man afresh with sober eyes, Y/N stopped to appreciate that he was actually really fucking attractive. It didn’t excuse him trying to break into her flat, but it helped, now knowing she’d cuddled him all night. God, that was embarrassing. How was she ever supposed to explain to the guy on the floor or Marlene what had happened. Slipping out from under the blanket, she tiptoed into the kitchen and slumped against the counter.

Coffee, she needed coffee. Then she could think about what had happened and how to sort out the man passed out in the living room.

Y/N filled the kettle up and spooned out the coffee granules into the cafetiere, frowning when her hand came into contact with air rather than her favourite mug. Fuck. It was still dirty from last night, probably abandoned on the table with her textbooks.

Meanwhile, Sirius groaned as he twisted under his covers. God, his head was aching, and his back was incredibly sore. Remus was going to kill him if he’d pulled a muscle; he was meant to be helping him move on the weekend. His mattress was uncomfortably lumpy; he knew he needed to get a new one, but he’d been putting it off. The bobbly fabric scratched his skin as he stretched out, flexing his fingers.

Hang on. Bobbly fabric?

Sirius cracked an eye open, flinching at the bright light. As his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight streaming in, his heart rate picked up. This was not his apartment. He was pretty sure they didn’t have such awful, tasselled cushions or green lace curtains.

Did he-? He glanced down, releasing a sigh of relief when he noticed he was still fully dressed. Okay, so not that drunk. So how the hell did he end up here?

“Here.” A girl stood in the doorway, an unimpressed expression on her face as she offered him a steaming mug of black coffee. “I didn’t know how you liked it, but I have milk and sugar if you need.”

Sirius nodded, still trying to process how he’d got here. She stared at him, waiting for something. He quickly backtracked the conversation in his head. “Oh, no, I’m good, thanks.”

He sipped at the scalding liquid, face contorting into an expression of pain as it scorched his tongue. His eyes trailed over the girl, surely he’d remember someone this gorgeous. “So,” he winced, “how did I get here?”

She pursed her lips, as if she’d tasted something sour. Okay so that had been a bad question to ask.

“You barged into my apartment, claiming it was yours, threw up on my doorstep and then passed out.”

Oh fuck. His head spun as it tried to remember the events of the night before. He did recall somewhat throwing up, but it was a blurry flash. “Sorry about that.”

She hmphed, stacking some scattered sheets on the small coffee table and collecting up dirty crockery. Sirius swallowed the coffee, grimacing at the awkward atmosphere. Funnily enough his parents had never bothered to teach him the etiquette for accidentally bursting into the wrong flat and passing out.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he fished it out, glad he didn’t have to feel the pressure of breaking the silence anymore.

JAMES: Where are u?

JAMES: When I said don’t bring a girl back I didn’t mean go back to hers

JAMES: Ur boss called. I said you were feeling under the weather. He said u should get over ur hangover & get into work

REMUS: Why did ur boss call me to ask if we went out last night? I said no btw

JAMES: He called again; said he’d fire you if you didn’t turn up before 11. I told him u were properly ill and I could send him a pic of the thermometer. I think I got you out of that one

JAMES: Mate, I’m getting a bit worried

Shit. When was that last one from? Okay, 11:15 and it was now 11:34. Sirius tapped out a reply to James, unsure how much detail to go into. I’m alright, be back soon. Yeah, that would do. He really couldn’t deal the endless mocking yet, once they’d found out what had happened they’d never let it go. So that would be saved for when the pounding headache had finally settled down.

His phone binged again. JAMES: We’re out of milk can you grab some on the way back?

Sure.

Sirius got to his feet, groaning as the room spun, beige walls all blurring into one. Rubbing at his face, he stumbled towards the kitchen, empty mug in hand.

“Hey, sorry, I don’t know your name.” He leant against the door frame, body sagging. God he was exhausted.

“Y/N.” Her tone was bitter, and Sirius couldn’t help the pang of guilt shooting through him. She’d probably stayed up all night worried he’d attack her or steal something.

“Well, thanks for the coffee, Y/N, and for not leaving me on the doorstep. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

He placed the mug down on the counter and slung his leather jacket on. She smiled at him, but it didn’t quite meet her eyes.

Y/N trailed him to the door, holding onto it as he stepped out, raising a hand goodbye.

“Bye.”

“Thanks, bye.” Sirius watched the chipped door swing shut, sunlight glinting gold off the battered number on the door. Hm, Number 51.

:.

Y/N groaned as the doorbell went. She’d just got settled into her studying. “Marlene, did you order something?”

“No. I’m broke.” Marlene yelled back, sticking her head out of her room. Her makeup was half done, mascara brush in hand and dress round her hips. “I can’t answer it like this!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’m on it.”

She tipped the papers onto the floor, ignoring the mess they made. Future her could tidy that up. Trudging to the door, she grabbed her phone off the table. So that was where she’d left it.

“Hi,” she nodded at the delivery guy. He was holding a large bunch of flowers and Y/N bit back a sigh her eyes. Probably from another of Marlene’s boys. Honestly, she was thinking of opening up a flower shop, considering the amount of flowers Marlene’s newest was insisting on sending.

“Hi, I’m looking for,” the delivery guy scanned the list on his clipboard, “Y/N?”

She froze. Huh. “Yeah, that’s me.”

He tucked the clipboard under his arm, passing her the flowers. “These are for you. There’s a card with it.”

“Thanks.”

Y/N shut the door, staring at the bunch of vivid blooms in confusion. Who on earth would have sent her these? She racked her brains for any possible romance in her life, but nothing came to mind. With her luck, it was probably her grandma or something. Not that she’d be upset by flowers from her nan but a mystery lover was much more interesting.

She pulled out the gilded card from where it was tucked into the side of the paper, scanning the words.

Sorry for breaking in and passing out in your flat, princess. Text me if you want to go for drinks at some point: +44 7xxx xxxxxx

A smile broke across her face. Maybe she’d take him up on his offer.

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[rouiyan]

𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘖𝘍𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘍𝘐𝘌𝘓𝘋 [ 𝘭.𝘥𝘩 ]

synopsis: we’re all sprinting towards one thing or another. the players to the ball, mark to his class, and haechan right to you.

✧ soccer player!haechan x (fem.) reader + best friend!mark ✧ high school au, best friends to loverz, inspired by heather (conan gray)

✧ genres : some fluff, some angst, some pining what’s new ✧ word count : 2.3k ✧ disclaimer : swearing

✧ author’s note — wrote this in ap stats, probably should have been paying attention instead bc i can't figure out how to do the hw for the life of me.

"did you see y/n today?" 

haechan thinks, by the sound of the voice, that it's mark who's speaking. he pulls the rest of the sweatshirt past his head, "no, did you?" haechan's grabbing for his socks, he swears he stuffed them in the front pocket of his backpack. "that's why i'm asking, idiot. she told me she would be here today." a tongue of frustration juts out from haechan's mouth, he hopes it just looks like he's agitated about his missing socks and not the fact that you always tell mark those things, always mark and never him. 

haechan is out of the locker room in seconds, sneakers slipped on without socks. he's adjusting the hood of the sweatshirt, tucking his locks under the material, when he sees you lingering by the bleachers. you smile sheepishly when you see the boy coming from the locker rooms, "somehow, i thought it started at four and i thought i got here early but your coach told me you guys just finished." haechan can't help but laugh, so that's why you weren't here, "and we won, too. did he tell you that?"

he's by your side now, seated, though his feet are planted on the ground while yours are swinging back and forth, "he did tell me that, congratulations haechan, wish i could've seen you score today." haechan tucks a lip under his teeth, now's not the time for him to be so obvious, not when it's just you and him. he thinks that yet, his stares linger on you for a little longer than normal, his fingers are fiddling with the ridges of the bleachers, and his cheeks host the brightest hue of cherry red. 

"hey, y/n, where were you today?" haechan's nose scrunches at an emerging mark, he really thought he could have the moment with you. mark approaches and sits on the other side of you. captain mark lee, haechan notes with shrewd annoyance, is wearing your sweater, his favorite of yours, the one with the worn polyester fabric that's pilling all over but still holds warmth snuggly. the one that haechan's been wanting to wear since day one. 

mark swings his legs as well and haechan watches as you point it out, giggling now that mark is trying to swing in sync to your own pace. "wanna come over? my mom's been asking you to come over for dinner," marks eyes are on you, haechan can see that much, but he also misses the way your own eyes shift to himself. and what haechan doesn't see, mark does, and his lip twitches into a knowing smile, "haechan, you should come too, my mom misses you."

the boy himself is already in over his head and passing up the offer is the only way he sees to escape the despair that comes with being a third wheel, "no thanks, i have a shit ton of homework to do today." your hum in response is mixed with an undertone of a sigh, one that haechan is too sidetracked to notice. he takes his leave, "well, i'll see you two tomorrow i guess."

you and mark sit in silence for the minutes after his leave, mark sneaking small glances at your ever-changing expression, an open book to all your thoughts. "next time, y/n, next time." 

well shit, maybe mark wasn't as clueless as you pegged him to be. 

in agitation, mark shoves the last of his books into his backpack, class is about to start soon and if he doesn't get going now, well then he might as well give up his perfect attendance, no tardy record. haechan leans against the locker next to his own, a seemingly bored expression on display to hide the inner rumblings of his thoughts.

"so how was dinner last night, did you guys miss me?" haechan's trying to come off as nonchalant, he hates it when he has to pry just to satiate his curiosities. mark shuts his locker, swinging his backpack across one shoulder, "uh, dinner didn't happen and no, i didn't miss you but i bet y/n did." haechan's left in confusion on all fronts, "what do you mean it didn't happen? why would she miss me- wait, why did you not miss me?"

"well y/n said she was busy all of a sudden, something like that. as for-" the bells rings, signaling the end of passing period, and effectively cutting off the answers to all of haechan's worries. marks eyes widen and before he can even catch the boy by his arms, to shake and spill the words out of him, he's already sprinting down the emptying halls. 

haechan sighs. he should be sprinting too but he's already late, might as well walk. the campus grounds are vast and he decides to take a stroll outside, the much longer way to his physics class. haechan is passing a few classes on his left, all of them filled with the chatter of students before a teacher begins their lectures, but there's one class that catches his eye. the window into the ceramics class reveals a clear view of you, eyebrows furrowed and trying to shape a little figure on the table before you. you've told him many times before that ceramics was your least enjoyed of all your courses, that you had taken it simply because you needed an art credit and while that might've been the reason you'd signed up, haechan can tell by the way you handle the little mold of clay, that you had stayed for much different reasons.

he thinks to tease you of it later but it's then during lunch where he stops himself because before he even so much as reaches the table your group frequents, there you are, showing the little figurine to mark, eyes glistening with pride and joy. "i think i did quite well this time, i even got praised." as haechan comes close, he sees the clay figure in full clarity for what it is, an ambiguous sitting shape with a heart cradled in its lap, lumpy in certain spots but emanating in the care and thoughtfulness with which it was made. 

haechan slides into the seat across from you. "look," you sound softly to him, holding out the little figure in both your hands, "do you like it?" haechan swallows thickly when he looks up from your hands to your eyes, he sees the way they light up, he hopes. wordlessly, he nods, a small smiles tugs at his lips. he likes it, he really does so he questions, "what inspired you to make it?" it's in the way that you immediately eye mark, and the way that mark immediately hides his oncoming giggle, that haechan relinquishes his hopes.

mark walks you to class after your lunch break that day, he's a grade higher but a thousand times dumber, you think. "are you insane? why would you laugh at that specific moment?" in between small giggles, mark does his best to provide a reply, "you should've just told him that he was the one that inspired you." smacking his elbow, you purse your lips, "but then he'd know!"

the older boy stops walking for a second and you're five steps ahead when you notice. you turn. "what now, mark?" he holds a mischievous glint in his eyes, "he'd know what?" now his eyebrows are making little squiggly lines by his hairline and you take a few steps back to drag him by the arm. flushing, you whisper, figuring he already knew as much, "he'd know i like him."

if mark is considered your best friend and potential crush, then what about him? possibly also a best friend, though he could only hope you would talk to him a bit more, spend a bit more time with him, make more conversation with him during breaks. potential crush was for sure out of the picture right? the way you look at mark, the way you share you everything with mark, objects and secrets and everything in between, haechan isn't sure he can say the same for himself. he texts mark anyways. tell y/n ur busy, something bout soccer.

haechan's out the door a minute and a half before the bell rings, his teacher yelling at him to come back. he doesn't give a shit. mark always walks you home, he always does and haechan is so fucking fed up with it because he himself lives closer to you so why should he get to walk you home. 

he arrives at the door to your last class just as the bell signals the end of the school day. there's only enough time for three deep breaths, panting breaths, before the door to your classroom is propped open and students begin filing out. 

"y/n, over here!" he calls. your eyes widen at the sound of his voice and you turn to it, a smile already lifting the corners of your mouth. you're walking side by side with him, and haechan starts leading in the direction of your locker, despite needing to go to his own. "i can walk you home today." you turn your head to him, "what do you mean? i usually walk with-"

"mark, i know," he says it with a disclosed derision, "he's busy, had to go talk to coach or something, i don't know. but i can walk you, plus my house is just two streets down, remember?" he watches in anticipation as you retrieve your phone from your bag. his eyes do their best to peer over and he sees your lockscreen light with a notification from mark. "oh, yeah he said he's busy with soccer stuff." haechan's lip quirk in victory, his plan unfolding itself into perfection. 

"can we go to my locker first though? i need to get some stuff, and we're on the way." he nods as if it wasn't in his intention to head in this direction and for that reason. he merely disregards the need to go to his locker. who cares if he has to bring a whole ass chemistry textbook home if he gets to go home with you. 

it isn't until he's at your front steps that he musters up the courage. you're in the middle of keying in the pin numbers to your door pad when he speaks up, "hey y/n?" you give a hum in response, messing up the last two digits after hearing him voice your name. you abandon your attempts, turning to look at the questioning boy. "would you like to come watch my match next week?"

you take a step down so that you're two above from where he's standing, now the same height as him. frowning, "of course. i'm going to see you and mar-"

it seems that haechan really doesn't want to hear that name come from your mouth today because he interrupts you yet again, "yeah, but i'm asking if you'd want to come to watch me." your lips part and shut in search of what to say. haechan nudges a little further, "i want you to come watch me play, would you want to?"

you release a breath, biting down a smile, you manage a nod within all your flusteredness. your voice, a bare peep, "i want to," gives haechan all the courage he needs to grab one of your hands to give it a little squeeze before muttering a, "see you," and taking his leave. haechan's turning the corner out of your driveway when he sneaks a glance before the fence blocks his view of you. his heart hurls at the sight of you, still on your front steps, face buried in your hands. even from all the way here, the bright red flush of your cheeks can be seen through your fingers. 

no one knows why that one boy on the field is scoring goals left and right. no one knows except you and him. from the moment haechan saw you on the bleachers, the other team was done for. it isn't even about impressing you anymore, it's not about making you proud. it's not a crush, it's these stupid feelings that never go away, never fade with time, or any amount of effort, at least, not in the knowledge that you are equally his as he is yours. it's not a crush, it's the sickening feeling in his gut when he sees you with someone other than himself, with mark, when he sees that sweater on mark instead of himself. it's not a crush, it's the way he feels the need to be with you all the damn time, the lingering feelings from whenever you leave his side that tell him that moments spent without you would be so much better if you were just there. haechan moves on the field with full conviction that it's not just a crush, it's love.

and so as the last whistle of the game blows, their team securing the win with haechan's last goal, he runs, no sprints, straight off the field to where you're seated in the stands. he brushes past all the people with hushed apologies and it's only when he's right in front of you does he realize how frenzied he likely seemed. he doesn't mind for more than a second though, because you've stood up and laced your arms around his shoulders, fingers on the back of his neck. he embraces you back and the kiss he gives to your cheek is something that just feels so natural and close to home. his forehead is on yours when he asks, his voice a bare minimum, "y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"

it isn't you that answers, rather it's a mark lee with a loud, "FUCK YEAH." 

copyright © 2020 rouiyan all rights reserved.

✧ end note — hey anon babe who requested this. apologies for making it fem. reader, i know you didn't specify. if you would like me to reupload with gender neutral reader, then send an ask and i'll be more than happy to. ♡

[kintatsujo]

LoZ AU: The Courage of Running Away Supplementary Post THREE

#AU August

#LoZ AU: The Courage of Running Away

So those of you following this are just burning about that cliffhanger, I know, so here’s a bit about the high roller types in Gerudo City

[Image Description: An older Gerudo woman with dark brown skin and bright red hair, labelled “Chief Eltani.”  She is wearing a black half jacket with billowing sleeves, billowing black pants, and a white undershirt, all trimmed with gold, and a circular diadem.  She has blue lipstick and green eyeshadow, and is wearing her hair in a half ponytail.  She has a large smile.  End ID.]

Chief Eltani’s character is basically “An older version of Urbosa except Urbosa was already probably at least thirty-seven so she’s probably in her forties I guess.”    She was named after the star Eltanin.

[Image description: A young Gerudo man with dark brown skin and bright red hair and beard.  His hair is pulled back loosely, he is wearing a black duster jacket with gold trim and a black sash that reaches the ground, a white shirt with billowing sleeves, roomy black pants, a gold necklace with a green and blue floral symbol on it, and gold earrings.  There is a sketch to the side in which Eltani is holding his face and kissing his beard as he twists away with a grin, and she is saying “You were the CUTEST vehvi and now you’re the most BEAUTIFUL voe.”  Dinravi is blushing and protesting halfheartedly with a drawn out “Maaaa.”  End ID.]

Dinravi is, in fact, Ganondorf, except that Eltani named him for Dinraal instead because in the back of my head (if this AU was intended to fit into the timeline, which it is not; obligatory reminder Gerudo gender divide here is 1-99 instead of the canon) this AU would technically be a few centuries into the future of the Age of Calamity timeline, and I don’t think any Gerudo mothers would be naming their sons after Ganon at that point!!  Eltani is very aware of what might be going on with her son, and she’s very determined to keep it from happening, so she’s decided to love the shit out of him and raise him to be the best young man she can.  Which obviously already puts her several miles ahead of Astramorus.

I tend to think Dinravi is about 20 to 23, probably closer to 20, which, I am actually only six months younger than the entire LoZ franchise so you might guess that to me that’s an Actual Baby.  

[Image Description: Three Gerudo women leaning toward the center of the image, labeled, from left to right, “Town Minister,” “’Vaba,”” and “Head of City Guard.”  “Town Minister” is a heavyset woman with dark brown skin and bright red hair in an afro ponytail, “Vaba” is a very old woman with enormous and very pierced ears, brown skin and faded red hair in a bun, and “Head of City Guard” is stocky and has light brown skin and very dark red hair in a ponytail.  End ID.]

None of these characters has actual names yet except that Vaba is only called Vaba (means grandmother apparently?  Why do we know the Gerudo word for grandmother and not mother or sister or aunt?).  I’ll worry about it when I’m prosing this shit.  Head of City Guard is the same character Dinravi was calling “Auntie” in the previous post; Dinravi calls most women over the age of thirty “Auntie” because he’s cute.  “Town Minister” exists because I figure, like.  In this AU the Gerudo are all over the fuckin place but they largely recognize Eltani as their ur-leader, and eventually Dinravi, but Gerudo City kinda fuckin needs someone to handle shit like plumbing maintenance??  So that’s her job.  Vaba basically just hangs around the palace spitting advice and sometimes Eltani listens.  

Also, important to understanding Vaba as a character?  Her nose is lumpy because she got punched in the face when she was in her mid thirties.

[Image description: A person wearing a purple cloak with a red diamond on the hood.  They are looking at the viewer from under the hood and smiling.  White hair covers one half of their pale face.  They are wearing black lipstick and a bright blue earring.  The iris of their eye is solid black.  End ID.]

This is the fortune teller that was trailing along behind Eltani’s group in the previous post.

[i-am-a-reader-fear-me]

A Percabeth AU where they keep their relationship secret in fear of what their parents might think. (Warning: this goes over both PJO and HoO so it's very long):

The beginning of TLT goes as it should but after Percy is claimed, Annabeth is suddenly meaner and colder.

He remembers the Poseidon/Athena rivalry but doesn't see why they have to hate each other bcuz of their parents.

But Annabeth doesnt relent.

They still go on the quest together bcuz "you are so going to fail without a daughter of Athena."

But they still argue a lot and give poor Grover a satyr migraine.

When they have that bonding moment on the truck, Percy thinks maybe they're sorta friends, but Annabeth proves that wrong later by calling him a "Seaweed Brain" bcuz he's so stupid.

Percy fires back with "Wise Girl" but Annabeth seems to take that as more of a compliment than an insult.

(He doesn't stop calling her that tho)

After Luke betrays Percy, Annabeth's the one that found him after the dryads and she drags him to the infirmary but completely denies caring about him afterwards.

By SoM, Percy is so done with this and goes over to her asking if they could be friends.

Annabeth, who actually would like to be his friend, agrees with reluctancy, saying, "We have to keep it a secret though, or who knows what our parents might do."

Percy agrees.

Grover knows they're friends now cuz of the empathy link, but doesn't say anything.

In TTC, when Annabeth falls off the cliff, he blames himself more than ever, bcuz if they hadn't been fake arguing she might not have been distracted and fallen.

Thalia blames him even more too, and he has to keep his cover and can't tell her he knows it's all his fault.

Nico asks if Annabeth is Percy's girlfriend.

He says no, but he has a funny feeling in his heart.

He goes to the attic to ask the Oracle about Annabeth.

It doesn't answer.

When he thinks Artemis is about to ask Annabeth to join the Hunters, he knows he has to tell her something, even if it meant blowing their cover.

He breathes a sigh of relief when Artemis asks Thalia, and Annabeth is waiting for him to talk with narrowed eyes as if trying to figure out what he wants to say.

He chokes. (~Like doesn't say his feelings, not actually choke lol~)

In BotL, they are totally going out on a secret unofficial movie date but ofc the fiasco with Kelli at Goode happens.

Annabeth gets really jealous when Rachel appears. (Especially since Rachel has more opportunity to go out with Percy bcuz Annabeth and Percy have to pretend to hate each other.)

Percy, ofc, does not realize why in Hades she's acting like she really hates him even though they're in private.

At camp, they're playing Capture the Flag when they stumble on an entrance to the Labyrinth.

They go down to hide from monsters and end up stuck.

It's so dark Annabeth grabs his hand to keep from being separating. (~this is canon, they were holding hands I checked~)

When they find their way back out, it appears almost an hour had gone by when they were sure they were down for a couple minutes.

The campers were searching for the two of them and are immediately suspicious when they find the two alone. Together.

But they forget about that when Clarisse comes and asks about the "hole" they fell into and Annabeth suggests they continue talking in private.

It is then that Annabeth, Percy, Grover, and Tyson go on their quest.

When Annabeth and Percy reach Mount St. Helens they are quickly found out.

Percy tells Annabeth to escape saying he has a plan. (He really doesn't)

She kisses him. (~whaaaaaaaat~)

When she leaves, Percy apparently decides to cause a volcano to erupt. (~ya he doez~)

He lands on Ogygia, while Annabeth, thinking he is dead, goes back to camp, alone.

When she returns, they ask where Percy, Grover, and Tyson are but she refuses to say anything.

They realize what happened.

They have a burning of the shroud ceremony where she doesn't say anything, sitting, her face emotionless, but her heart in turmoil as she listens to Chiron.

That's when Percy crashes the funeral.

Annabeth is outraged.

She pretends it's because "THE WHOLE QUEST IS BEING HELD UP BECAUSE OF YOU! AND WHAT WERE YOU DOING, ENJOYING A VACATION AT PARADISE ISLAND?!?!"

It's really because she was head over heels with worry and grief (while he's off with sOmE imMorTal gOdDeSs) but she can't let anyone know that.

She is certainly not happy when Rachel joins their quest.

(Percy still doesn't get it.)

Before TLO, they are playing Capture the Flag, and the two are on opposite sides. (~in The Demigod Files, the story they find Festus for the first time in~)

Annabeth and Silena capture Percy and Beckendorf and the boys suffer an utter loss. (Were the myrmekes part of the plan? They'll never know.)

Beckendorf and Silena totally know they like each other no matter how much Percy and Annabeth fake it and try to get one of them to ask each other to the Independence Day firework show.

Annabeth does end up asking Percy and they watch the fireworks secretly next to the woods so no one sees them.

They hold hands or something else just as cute idk.

In TLO, when the Battle of Manhattan starts, everyone is surprised when Annabeth let's Percy take the lead.

When she takes the blade for Percy she says it was bcuz "I didn't know it was him!"

"So you would take a blade for anyone if it wasn't Percy?"

"...yes."

But by this time everyone secretly ships Percabeth so no one questions it.

After the war, Percy gives up immortality mostly for her but only those two know it. (And maybe Grover).

Annabeth asks him to meet her in the woods and when he does, she brings him a lumpy blue-colored cake which Tyson helped make. (Bcuz of course Tyson knows that they're secretly friends but Grover told him not to tell anyone).

They kiss, duh.

But then a monster comes out from the woods and they don't want to fight it after they just had a war so they run.

They end up by the lake and Percy pulls Annabeth in to get away from the monster.

Cue best underwater kiss ever.

They date in secret for two months but Percy's mom knows.

When Percy goes missing, Annabeth freaks.

She searches for him everywhere and if anyone asks why she's searching so hard for someone she doesn't even like, she just replies, "He probably just disappeared bcuz it's his turn to do the camp chores and I will not let him slack off," or "Who else am I supposed to use for target practice???"

(None of the campers who'd been in the Titan war buy it.)

In SoN, the only thing Percy remembers is Annabeth, but for some reason, he has this instinct to not tell anyone about her so he doesn't.

In MoA she still judo flips him and acts all mad (which she is) but he still laughs it off and says all sarcastic, "Oh, did the smartass daughter of Athena miss me?"

But he missed her too.

When they go to eat lunch Annabeth and Percy excuse themselves to "go to the bathroom" but they really snuck off to have their own private reunion.

"I missed you so much, Seaweed Brain. Don't ever disappear like that again."

"I'm sorry, Wise Girl. I missed you too."

*kissing*

Later, when Annabeth and Percy sneak off to the Pegasi stables on the Argo II and sleep next to each other.

Frank finds them.

They swear they didn't do anything and threaten Frank into silence.

He can never look at them the same way again though.

When Annabeth has to get the Athena Parthenos, Percy paces the deck of the Argo but says he's not worried about a daughter of Athena.

When she finally gets the statue, he goes down to meet her but she trips and falls into the Pit.

He catches her, but now he's hanging on a ledge.

"Percy, let me go. You can't pull us both up." She whispers, knowing they're too low for the others to hear.

"We're staying together. You're not getting away from me. Never again." He whispers back.

"As long as we're together."

At least in Tartarus, they don't have to pretend they don't absolutely, utterly love each other.

In Blood of Olympus, Percy, Annabeth, and Piper are walking underground to the monster's base in the Parthenon when they see a trident mark in the ground.

Annabeth says it's the place where Poseidon struck the ground.

At this point, Percy turns to Piper and asks, "Can you keep a secret?"

Piper nods.

That's when Percy kisses Annabeth.

When he pulls away, he says, "This is where the rivalry ends….for us, at least."

Piper acts surprised but on the inside she is rAGING bcuz now Leo owes her ten bucks but she can't tell him.

After the Giant war they consider telling their friends, but they're not sure…

Idk how to end this just keep going

Sort of a bonus:

The Hephaestus and Athena cabins worked together to make everyone monster-proof phones (which also correct their dyslexia) and Annabeth and Percy use them all the time to text each other and no one knows.

Jason asks Percy to come to a cafe with some of the others, and Annabeth and Percy are texting the whole time.

Their convo goes something like this:

'hey Annabeth, me, Jason, Frank and some of the others r going to that cafe on 31st street'

'*Jason, Frank, some of the others and I' 'Really? Piper, Hazel, and I are going there too. They mentioned Jason, Frank, and Leo might be there, but not you.'

'weird, they didn't say anything about u either' 'hey wait a sec, Jason's texting on some gc called Operation Get Them Together' 'the other guys' phones r ringing everytime he sends something…'

'What? Operation Get Them Together???'

'yeah'

'....'

'what'

'Oh no.'

'what??? Annabeth????'

'They're trying to set us up.'

'wdym set us up'

'I MEAN, they're TRYING to get us TO GET TOGETHER'

'huh?'

'THEY WANT US TO GO OUT PERCY! YOU KNOW, TO BE A COUPLE???'

'ok okkk u don't have to yell'

'🤦‍♀️'

'so what do we do'

'I think we should go along with it.'

'wait hold on, Jason's asking me who im texting'

'Wait, tell him it's your girlfriend. Just to screw with them.'

'haha yes ur a genius'

'I know.'

Percy tells Jason that he is texting his girlfriend, to which Jason replies by "What?!" and frantically starts typing on the group chat to tell everyone that 'YOU GUYS PERCY SAYS HE HAS A GF ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION!!!'

To which Piper is the first to reply, saying, 'Nah, trust me, keep going with it'

At this point, they reach the cafe, and the boys and girls meet up at a table.

Annabeth, immediately going into acting mode, says, "What is he doing here?"

Percy fires back with a scowl and says, "You didn't tell me she was going to be here. I'm leaving."

Jason stops him tho

Percy and Annabeth sit down at the table, but everyone is still standing.

Piper and Hazel say they have to go to the bathroom and leave.

Jason and Leo say they're going to go order (even tho it's a sit down with a menu and order type of cafe???)

Everyone seems to have some kind of excuse to leave until Percy and Annabeth are left alone.

The two pull out their phones again.

'Seriously? This is their plan? Say we're all going out to eat and then leave the two of us alone?'

'ig' 'what do we do now'

'I don't know.' They're probably spying on us…'

'um is that Reyna, Hazel, and Calypso in the bushes with mud and green war paint on their faces?'

Reyna, Hazel, and Calypso were indeed hiding in the bushes (with binoculars) with mud and green war paint on their faces.

'Wtf?? How'd they do that so fast???' 'And is that Leo and Piper holding newspapers with eyeholes cut through???'

'lol yea...then that eagle flying above us is prolly Frank'

'Jason is hiding in the clouds to your six.'

'where r Nico and Will?'

'I think that's them making out in the bushes.'

'lmaoo im so gonna tease them for that' 'so what do we do now Wise Girl'

'...' 'Follow my lead.'

'k'

Annabeth puts away her phone and stands up.

Percy follows her lead.

She says, "We know you guys are there, just come out. It's not going to work. And we see you too, Nico and Will."

The other demigods come out of their hiding spots (the two who had been called out looking especially sheepish).

"Why not?" Piper says, knowing perfectly well why not.

Percy looks between Annabeth and Piper, and seems to come to a decision.

"Because," he says and goes over to Annabeth and kisses her, "we're already together."

The responses were very diverse.

"What?!"

"I knew it!"

"Leo! My ten bucks. Now."

"Yeah, I walked in on them sleeping together…"

"So we did all this for nothing???"

"Wait, did you say sleeping together?"

They arguing stops as two flashes of light almost blind everyone and two gods appear.

Poseidon and Athena.

For several seconds, the two gods just stare at Percy and Annabeth (who are now holding hands just bcuz)

Then, finally, after what seemed and EXCRUCIATINGLY long time, Poseidon turns to Athena and says:

"I was right, you were wrong, I was RIGHT, you were WRONG, I WAS RIGHT, YOU WERE WRONG, YOU OWE ME FIFTY DRACHMAS BIRD BRAIN"

This was not the reaction the demigods was expecting if you couldn't tell

Athena just scowls and makes a pouch filled with drachmas appear, and throws it at Poseidon.

Poseidon catches it, bringing out what appears to be a phone and starts calling someone.

Athena goes over to Percy and Annabeth.

She looks mad, and Annabeth tries to let go of Percy's hand, panicking, trying to think of a lie, but Percy doesn't let go.

"My daughter is the smartest and best of my children, and as much as I don't approve of this, if she chose you, sea-spawn, she must have a good reason. But if you step one foot out of line, I will have you punished, understood?"

Athena addresses this to Percy, who nods fearfully.

"Good."

Suddenly there are a bunch more flashes of light as more gods appear bcuz apparently, Poseidon wanted everyone to see that he was right and Athena was wrong.

Ofc chaos ensues.

But Percy and Annabeth are still holding hands and look at each other and feel overwhelmingly happy for the first time in a long time because now they don't have to keep their relationship a secret anymore.

THE END~

WTF HAVE I WRITTEN.

[minniewoos]

A Little Pick-Me-Up ➣ Hwang Hyunjin

Genre: highschool au, slice of life, fluff

Pairing: hyunjin x reader

Word Count: 1,961

Summary: Hyunjin gets a little worried after he heard you fainted at school.

From Jinnie [11:36]: hey, why aren't u in class?

From Jinnie [11:37]: Y/N

From Jinnie [11:37]: y/n

From Jinnie [11:37]: y/f/n answer me

From Jinnie [11:38]: ….

From Jinnie [11:38]: .......................

From Jinnie [11:41]: AHHHHH

From Jinnie [11:42] WHY R U IN THE NURSES OFFICE

From Jinnie [11:42]: Lix just told me T.T

From Jinnie [11:42]: I'm seeing ur ass after class

To Jinnie [11:46]: I just passed out you loser

To Jinnie [11:46]: stop spamming

From Jinnie [11:48]: :(

To Jinnie [11:48]: no need to worry so calm down :(

The nurse's office was quiet other than the sound of the nurse printing papers in the room next door. You set your phone down once you figured Hyunjin wasn't going to reply back and decided to just rest for a while. You sighed as you rubbed your head, a headache was coming on, and you hoped it didn't become a migraine. School nurses mostly didn't do much, but at least they let you lay down on the beds in the other room. They were uncomfortable and leathery, but they did the job.  

Bright white light shone through the window in the room, and really just annoyed you. So you reached over to shut the blinds, rattling against each other as they fell over the window. You scanned the room, grateful that your school had a separate room for a place to rest. Otherwise, you probably would've gone insane from sitting in a room with your school nurse for longer than five minutes. Not that she was unkind, but just a little weird. Her large eyes gave her the appearance of a frightening bug, and the woman had a tendency to stare. You shivered.

Laying down once more, you closed your eyes to get some peace in the quaint room. And at some point, despite the hard lumpy bed, you drifted off to sleep.

That is until your door was creaked open and your good old buddy old pal Hyunjin came in. And he was a loud motherfucker.

"Tell me what happened! Are you okay?? Oh--shit you're sleeping…" His loud voice dwindled when he noticed you sleeping. He needlessly covered his mouth with his hand before stepping inside and quietly shutting the door behind him. He did so with a little more pomp and circumstance than required.

"Well, I was sleeping until somebody came in." You acted annoyed and sat up, rolling your eyes at him with an impish smile.

Hyunjins shoulders raised and he smiled apologetically before he sat on the bed across from yours, elbows resting on his knees. You crossed your legs and faced him, then a look of confusion crossed your face.

"Wait. How'd you get in here? The nurses don't let-"

"She was sleeping." He winked and chuckled, leaning forward comfortably.

"Good, her eyes freak me out." You scoffed.

A weird look crossed Hyunjins face, and he cringed, "Ah, actually...she sleeps with her eyes open…"

"You're kidding!" Your jaw dropped, and the creepy image passed through your head. A shudder ran down your spine, and you shook your head to rid the image.

"No, I'm not joking. It was freaky." He shook his head, lips still curled back in unease. Then he looked at you for a moment, "But seriously, I'm glad you're doing okay."

"...yea, thanks for checking up." It warmed your heart to see that Hyunjin actually came to see you. You smiled at him, "It means a lot."

"Um, of course, what kind of friend would I be?" He teased. "So, tell me what happened. All Felix knew was that you passed out last class."

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, and your eyes trailed down, "You're gonna make fun of me."

"Me? Make fun of you? No, never." Sarcasm dripped off his tongue.

"Oh, shut up you loser." You threw the unfluffed pillow at him, which he caught anyway.

"Fine, but really tell me." He hugged the pillow and looked at you, earnestly, "You really worried me when I heard."

You smiled at Hyunjin, the butterflies in your stomach were flying all around at his comment. This boy really did cause your stomach to do flips and all kinds of tricks, in all honesty, you felt like a lovesick fool around him. But he just made you too happy to not be so touched by his actions. He may be a little dumb sometimes...and a little annoying, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Hyunjin continually shows that he genuinely cares about you, which you appreciate greatly. And this was another thing to add to the "Reasons why Hyunjin is Perfect" book.

"Okay okay, fine." you sigh and shrug limply, "I overworked myself."

Hyunjins brows furrowed, "That's it?"

You glared at him.

"No no no, I didn't mean it like that." Hyunjin straightened his back and waved his hands in front of him dismissively. "I mean, you're embarrassed about that?"

"Well, yea…" You rubbed your arm. "Fainting in the middle of class is kind of embarrassing, its a lot of unwanted attention and all because I thought I could do more than I was capable of. I wasn't sleeping or eating or resting and...yea."

"Hey it's okay," Hyunjin encouraged, "It wasn't more than you were capable of, it just shows you have big ambitions! You just need to learn to take care of yourself better, got it? You're one of the hardest working people I know, and I don't want you putting yourself down."

When you wouldn't answer or look him in the eye, Hyunjin stood up. You weren't sure what he was doing since you could only see his feet and legs, but when you lifted your chin up, you saw him with arms wide open. A soft look in his eyes and welcoming arms, he was offering you a hug. And you began to tear up at the touching gesture.

You sniffed once, then twice, then basically sprang up to tackled him in a hug. The stress you've been accumulating just pouring out of you all at once. The tears came quickly, and in a steady stream, as you buried your face in his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you. You were sure you looked like a mess, you could see it now. Red face, messy hair, shaky breaths. Yet Hyunjin rubbed your back calmly, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

It was hard to tell how long you cried into his shoulder, it could've been a couple minutes to a half hour. But you were absolutely grateful to Hyunjin at that moment. You were about to make a comment on how he was your steady rock, but you heard a sniffle. And it wasn't from you.

"If you keep crying, then you're gonna make me cry." Hyunjin laughed as he wiped the small tears forming in his eyes.

"Oh, you're just a big soft sweetheart." You cooed teasingly and pinched his cheek, your sniffles turning into amused giggles. Hyunjin grimaced and swatted your hand away gently, but then wiped the tears from your stained cheeks.

"I'm okay with being a softy if that's what it takes to keep you happy." Hyunjin smiled at you once again, igniting the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.

You rested your head on his chest and mumbled, "If it's you, I'll always be happy."

Hyunjin untangled himself from your grasp excitedly. The look on his face only meant mischief, "Oh, I just got an idea!!"

"What what what?" You asked, taken aback by his sudden liveliness.

"How about we," He smiled roguishly, glancing towards the door before back at you "skip the rest of our classes for the day. And go out for something to eat."

"Well," You began, unsure. "I want to catch up on homework, and I still have that project due next week."

Hyunjin gave you a look, deadpanned and wry. "Really? Okay, I'll convince you. You need to eat since you just passed out, and I'll treat you to some quality food at like, Denny's or iHop or something. Then afterward, we'll just chill and hang out. Which, in the long run, will reduce stress levels and make you more productive later. Okay?"

The room was silent for a while as you thought about it, a frown settling onto your face. That it until Hyunjin pouted at you, and you were hooked.

"Ugh, okay fine, I'll go!" You sighed while Hyunjin silently celebrated his tiny victory, his arms shot up straight in the air. Despite your hesitation to go, seeing Hyunjin so animated got you laughing along with him as well.

It wasn't hard to sneak past the nurse, she was still sleeping. And Hyunjin wasn't kidding when he said he slept with her eyes open; she was still sat up and staring. But even calling her name didn't faze her.

You and Hyunjin shared a look before laughing and slipping past the door. Even leaving the school wasn't hard at all. You just walked out, and that was that. You were surprised.

"It's that easy?" You wondered, "And you seem to know what you're doing."

"It's all in the confidence, if you look suspicious, then they will be suspicious. Honestly, I've never skipped in the middle of class before." Hyunjin laughed and fished out his car keys. "But you couldn't tell, right?"

You shook your head, "I was beginning to think you skipped regularly."

"Nope." He feigned offense and look down at you, hand on his chest and nose all scrunched up. "What, you think I'm some kind of thug??"

With eyebrows raised in amusement, you snorted at the thought. Hyunjin was not thug material, and he knew that. You gave Hyunjin a quick up and down look, "Definitely not."

Once in the car, Hyunjin focused on getting the two of you to your destination in one piece. While you were left the responsibility of being DJ, so you hooked your phone up and began scrolling through your music.

While picking between playlists, your phone rumbled, and you got a text. Mildly interested, you switched your attention to that conversation instead.

From Lix [12:51]: Hey hey hey y/n :P

To Lix [12:51]: lol what is it?

From Lix [12:52]: Did Hyunjin tell you?

To Lix [12:52]: what?

From Lix [12:53]: He was tearing up when he heard you fainted, he was v worried about you

From Lix: [12:53]: He kinda looked like a lost puppy lol, v sweet

Well, Hyunjin didn't tell you that, but you wouldn't put it past him. You knew Hyunjin had a soft heart, and it honestly touched you how worried he got about you. But that wouldn't stop you from teasing the hell out of the poor boy. You grinned to yourself as you thought up a reply. Before you could, Felix beat you to it.

From Lix [12:55]: You guys should just date already lol

You sputtered as you took a quick glance at Hyunjin driving, blushed, and looked back down at your phone. The thought of dating Hyunjin has definitely crossed your mind before, and it surely was now.

To Lix [12:55]: pay attention in class.

After replying, you chose a random playlist and shut your phone off, not wanting Felix to get you even more nervous. But you did take the opportunity to tease your buddy, "So...Felix just told me you were tearing up after you heard I fainted?"

"Ah…" Hyunjin sighed, but you saw the tips of his ears growing pink, "Felix should learn to withhold some information."

"No, no, I think he's perfectly fine." You laughed, looking at him endearingly. "Besides, it's sweet. You're my little worrywart."

Hyunjin smiled at your words, and he glanced at you, stars in his eyes, "As long as I'm yours."

A/N: I’m so slow at requests wow lol. But yea, this was a request from an anon! Hope you enjoyed it hehe, it was something quick to post while I work on my bigger projects too

[wtfdavidsvlogs]

Out of my League (D.D)

Warnings: Fluff and swearing

Requested: @cracraforfandoms

Oooo! Or maybe a fluffy one w David where he’s really awkward around u cuz he thinks ur way out of his league but he really likes u and makes excuses to spend time w u just one on one??

Gif by: @ughitsdavid

David has been one of my best friends for as long as I can remember. I grew up in Vernon Hills with him, Natalie, and Ilya. David has always been a really weird kid in many ways but lately he’s been a lot different around me. He keeps on making excuses for me to stay over longer whether it’s, “The video won’t look right, I need you to be in it.” Or “I can drive you home I just need to finish editing the next 6 hours of footage.” Which I don’t mind necessarily, it’s just not like him. He invited me to his house for the 100th day in a row.

“DAAAAVIIID?! I’m HERE! WHERE ARE YOU, CRACKHEAD?!” He bolts from around the corner as i’m taking me shoes off. He comes to hug me. I let out a groan as it feels more like a bear hug then a regular hug. “H-Hi, David.” I say letting out a laugh. “You act as if I haven’t been seeing you everyday for the last 2 months.” I say looking at his goofy smile ridden face. He immediately gets all flustered and awkward.

“I mean, I j- I just like seeing you, you know?” He says letting out a sigh and placing his hands on his hips. Everyone that was sitting in the living room yells their hellos to me as I walk closer to them. David follows close behind. I sit down right next to Zane and David sits in the love sac with Heath.

“So what’s going on? What have I missed?” I say taking off my jean jacket to reveal my cute red tank top. I will admit, it does reveal a little bit of cleveage if I wear the right bra with it. With any other bra it looks weird and lumpy. I knew none of these guys would really care since none of them think of me that way...I think. David looks up at me and starts choking on his chewing gum. He throws his laptop and gets up to cough. I get up immediately trying to help him. “Oh my god, you clutz! Are you alright?!” I say laughing as he finally caught his breath. He looks at me and nods his head quickly. I pat his back. “Go get some water or something.” I say to him, he nods in agreement and lowly chuckles as he walk to the kitchen. I sit down and the rest of the group is silently laughing. “What’s so funny?” I say with a confused smile on my face.

“Oh nothing, he just really likes the color red.” Jason said to me and laughing again. I sit back into the couch with pure confusion riddled on my face.

Davids POV

I cannot believe I just embarrassed myself so badly in front of the girl of my literal dreams. I get a glass and fill it up. I sit on the counter and see that Jason gets up to talk to me. He gets close and starts silently chuckling. I roll my eyes knowing very well what this talk will be about. Everyone in the group knows that I am hopelessly in love with Y/N, who is desperately out of my league.

“Slick. Very slick.” Jason says crossing his arms. I get down off the counter.

“How the hell was I supposed to know that the hottest girl on planet Earth was gonna walk in looking like one of charlie’s angels?!” I whisper yell in his face.

“You really are whipped...you have to tell her. Every day she gets more and more suspicious about your behavior and I don’t think Zane or Todd can keep it hidden much longer.” Jason says to me in a low whisper.

“No. Absolutely not. Girls like THAT!” I point at her. “Don’t want guys like THIS.” I say pointing both fingers at my chest. “She is so out of my league. There is no way that girl would ever like me. Hell, she’d probably laugh in my face if I told her that. I’ll save myself the gut wrenching embarrassment for now. But thanks.” I said whisper yelling every word.

“Look. You have NO IDEA if she likes you or not. Hell, she could be just as whipped as you are. But the worst thing you can do for yourself is never try and see what it could be. You could be missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime and you are worried about if she reciprocates it?! Shoot your shot, kid!” He says patting my shoulder. I look over at her and she’s smiling and laughing with the other girls in the group. Jason’s right. I at least need to try.

I take a deep breath and walk over there. I curve around the couch and she immediately looks at me and smiles the most amazing smile.

“Y/N, can I talk to you? For a minute?” I say to her. She nods and stands up. I walk her out back right near the balcony over looking the city. She and I sit down and on one of the lawn chairs. Her eyes gaze over the skyline as if she’s never seen anything like it. Her eyes have this glow no matter what she’s doing. Like she’s always happy to be living and breathing. Looking at her face all of my confidence that I once possessed is now gone. I stand up in a hurry.

“I can’t do this! Why did you think you could do this?!” I say running my hands through my hair. She stands up and walks towards me. She grabs my arm and I jump slightly.

“Do what, David? What is going on?” She said calming me down. The worry on her face gave me all the reason to say what I needed to say.

“Y/N. From the day I met you, I thought you were honestly the most beautiful, vibrant woman that I have ever met. It scared me how quickly I started to fall in love with you. I got to know you better and the love only grew stronger. You made me want to spend every waking moment with you. I wanted to kiss you like the world was ending every time we touch, I wanted you to be every where that I was, I wanted to be the shoulder you cry on, I wanted to be there in every happy moment in your life and I wanted to be the cause of it. You make me so fucking crazy. You make me lose motor functions.” I say chuckling and she does too. The smile never fading from her face. “The only reason I’ve never told you is because you are way way way out of my league. I thought that you deserved to be with someone so much hotter than me. I’m just me and I thought that ‘me’ wouldn’t be good enough for someone like you.” I say to her. She smiled and placed her hands on my face. She quickly leaned in and kissed my lips and every dream and thought that I had ever hsd about that moment was increased ten fold. She pulled away and laughed.

“You really thought all of that?” She asked me softly.

“Every. Day.” I said back to her with no hesitation. She wrapped her arms around me and cried slightly. I grab her so tight never wanting to let her go.

“David.” She said and pulled away with tears on her rosy cheeks. “You are the only man that has ever treated me like a human. Every other guy wants the same thing from me and it’s always sex or a booty call or I’m the person they’ve cheated on someone with. You are LITERALLY the only guy to ever say anything like that to me.” She said with her voice cracking I grab her hands as she looked down at her feet. I switch my body so that it’s facing her completely.

“Hey. Look at me.” Her head leans up to me. “You deserve everything I told you. Every last bit of it and more. Watching you get played and toyed with while I sat in the side lines like a little bitch, is the biggest regret in my life to this day. But I promise you I will never let that happen to you again. Do you understand?” She nods and I pull her in again to hug me. Tears well in the ducts of my eyes thinking about the horrible people that have made her feel like she was nothing.

“I love you, David. And if you’re wondering if I ever felt the same way, I have. I always have.” I close my eyes tight and a tear falls down my face.

“I love you too, Y/N...and thank god. This conversation could have gone so much worse.” I say laughing. She chuckles and leans her head into the curve of my shoulder.

AGHHGNE I LOVED THIS SO SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST! Speaking of which my inbox is open for requests so send em in!

[gwoongi]

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 ✰ taehyung (4)

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 kim taehyung / reader genre: zombie apocalypse au words: 3572

Inside, you knew it must be his sister- somebody he wanted to protect. Surely he’d understand your suspicions. Surely, he’d help find a way out.

warnings: graphic content, death references, heavy gore, swearing, dark themes

a/n: we’re back :~) pleeeaaassseeee leave feedback i live off ur nice words + thoughts :D also...raise ur hand if u’d die for kyungmin....me 2

01. denver ↝ 02. holiday with me ↝ 03. sad forever ↝ 04. surely ↝ 05. scorpion ↝ 06. shakespeare

Namjoon seemed to forget to mention that dinner was located inside the building, and not in some hall connected like you had originally thought. Although an escort by guards dressed in black seemed a little excessive, you followed closely behind Taehyung who seemed intent on following Namjoon around the large compound, fingers looped around the belt-strap of his jeans, eyes everywhere but Taehyung as you analysed your surroundings.

If you were denied entry to this place, it seemed necessary to take in whatever you could. The interior of the building seemed minimal, the mahogany brick blending naturally with moss and mould and poison ivy, swinging lights flickering from an orange to a burnt out nude as you passed underneath a metal walkway, similar to an overlooking point in a prison. To your initial surprise, it didn’t seem too heavily guarded. The inside seemed normal, to say the least, with second-hand couches and a TV linked to a plug-socket playing old cartoons you wished you could remember.

“I swear to God,” you said once you had sat down at a square-shaped table, seating Taehyung, Namjoon, two others and yourself, “if we’re fed some kind of suspicious looking meat, I am going to jump off the roof of the barn-”

“They are not cannibals,” Taehyung reasoned, looking at you with an expression best described as morbid-amusement.

Namjoon smiled from the side. “It’s pasta night. No meat.”

“I’m not convinced,” you replied bluntly.

Rightly so, the tray in front of you was slapped with pasta. An off-orange colour, with something similar to basil sprinkled on top, you ate it anyway. The taste was sour, as if it had only recently expired, but it was the first food you had tasted in what felt like months. Across the table, Namjoon and Taehyung talked quietly, almost finished with their trays. The guy next to you, whose name you must have forgotten, stared longingly at your pasta, and you shoved it towards him, overcome with the urge to not eat anymore.

“Done already?” Taehyung asked, noticing instantly when you gave the food to the guy next to you.

“I feel kind of sick,” you said honestly, halfway up from your seat. “I’m gonna use the bathroom, I think. I’ll be right back.”

He nodded slightly, twirling his fork as you lifted a leg over the bench, striding towards the end of the aisle. The room seemed full, and less guarded than anticipated. Nobody seemed to care that you had stood- in fact, nobody looked up at all from other tables, a quiet murmur filling the room as they talked as if it was lunchtime back at school. Sucking your teeth in thought, you looked at the hallway of brick sectioning the hall off from the rest of the compound, your feet taking you out of interest to the very end door underneath the L staircase, in the shadows and slightly out of sight.

The hallway inside of it was dark, a sort of azure blue glow coming from underneath the doors down it. Stepping inside slowly, you noticed that the temperature dropped dramatically, as if you had stepped inside a giant freezer. There was no noise, the only sound being the muffled voices back in the hall, and as you edged further in the corridor, the silence shifted at the sound of small but loud footsteps scurrying towards you.

You jumped with fright at the feeling of hands pressed against the back of your thigh, and spinning around, you caught the sight of little Daniel clinging to you, tears trembling down his face.

“Hi, Daniel,” you said with a gasp of breath, dropping to his level. “Hey, why’re you crying? What happened?”

“T-they took her,” he wept. “T-they t-took my M-mommy.”

What? “Who took your Mommy? What happened? Where’s the other lady?”

“You’re not supposed to be down here!”

Fuck.

Daniel writhed in your arms, physically recoiling at the sight of Nevis appearing several feet behind you. He pushed away with his little arms and rushed back down the corridor, taking a sharp right, heading to where you suspected the medical rooms to be. Nevis approached you slowly, his gun raised, expression stoic. God, he was creepy without the mask on.

“I’m sorry,” you replied, backing up. Nevis raised the gun higher and brought the butt of the gun down to your face. It hit you with a sickening thud, a hiss of pain leaving your lips as you fell backwards onto the floor. “What the fuck-?”

“This is off limits,” Nevis seethed. “You know what happens to people who snoop where they’re not supposed’ta?”

“I’m just looking for the bathroom!” you hissed in reply, scowling up at him. “Daniel popped out of nowhere but I have no idea where the bathroom is around here. Jeez, no need to hit me, fucks sake-”

As if questioning the authenticity of your statement, Nevis physically hesitated. His gun wavered and he retracted, legs wide and stance large, attempting to intimidate. Pressing two fingers to the corner of your eye, a stain of blood red caught your eye and you glared up at him, only to find that he was looking away, staring down towards where Daniel ran.

“Get up,” he said cooly, his voice gruff and deep with little empathy. You stumbled up, not wanting to be on the receiving end of another hit. Nevis stepped towards the doorway leading back into the hall and pointed his gun back down the other side of the room. “Bathrooms are that way. There’s a big door saying “Women”. Don’t come down here again, or else I’ll kill you.”

“You disappeared at dinner.”

Without turning, you sat with your legs hanging down into the barn, the loft overlooking the empty stables with makeshift beds replacing tired horses. Taehyung had moved quietly up the ladder, making little to no noise until talking. His feet scuffed against the dry straw and he sat down next to you, moving to see your face, frowning when you jerked away. He didn’t need to see the mark on your face. It would worry him.

“Sorry,” you replied half-heartedly. “I wasn’t hungry after the bathroom, so I just came back here.”

Taehyung pressed his hands together in his lap. “I wish I could have left quickly. They insisted on bringing out this really red, lumpy dessert. In the back of my mind-” he laughed gently, recalling it, “- I kept thinking about what you said about cannibals.”

Eventually he looked over again. “Namjoon didn’t eat it either.”

When you didn’t respond, Taehyung let out a deep sigh, his lips pulled inwards to a frown. “Have I done something wrong?” He tried to lean forward again, “Y/N, please look at me.”

Saying that, he took it upon himself to move his hands to your chin, gently and slowly moving your face to look at him. Inside, you hoped the light would be dark enough to hide the mark, but he noticed instantly, his brows furrowing at the sight of a blotched mark under your eye, the blood visible and ruby red veins spread across your eye. Grimacing at the thought of it, you pushed his hands away.

“I’m fine,” you said, before he could speak.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed, moving your face back to look closer at it, “Y/N, what the hell?”

“It’s fine.”

“Yeah, and pigs can fly!”

You shrugged stubbornly. “You don’t know that! Back in 2013 I would have never guessed biters would exist, but here we are!”

He scoffed sarcastically, mocking you. “I’m being serious. What the hell happened?” He paused, “did someone hurt you? They did- who did it? Y/N, why didn’t you tell me? I’m feeling so many things at once right now, please answer my questions before I pop a vessel-!”

Relaxing at the feeling of your hands around his wrists, he stopped talking.

“Look, if I tell you, you’re gonna think I’m being stupid and paranoid again,” you groaned. “I don’t wanna ruin our chances of staying alive by talking bad about this place. I didn’t wanna make you worry over dinner. Honestly, don’t worry. I feel fine and I will get over it.”

“Yeah, you will,” he replied, and you looked at him, confused. “What? In-case you haven’t noticed, Y/N, we’re kind of a package. I’ve been with you for almost two months. You’re-” he hesitated. Taehyung licked his lips as if frustrated and then continued, “I just mean that I don’t wanna see you get hurt. We’re in this together. I wanna be here for you. If not as a friend, then at least as a partner. An amigo.”

“Okay, first of all, never say amigo ever again,” you replied, smiling nonetheless, “and second of all...friends, I like.”

Taehyung honestly can’t remember a time where he has felt happier in that moment.

He shifted slightly, the straw scratching on the red wood. Gently, he took your hands in his own, a friendly gesture with no hidden motive. “Then talk to me. Please. I won’t think of you as paranoid.”

It was risky, threatening to jeopardise your position in a ‘safe place’. As Taehyung stared at you patiently, the looped searchlight outlining the shape of his hair in the darkness of the barn, it was harder to lie to him.

“I...think I saw something.”

Taehyung paused, not wanting to interrupt. He craned his head to meet your averted gaze.

“When I went to look for the bathroom, I saw Daniel. He was crying, saying something about how they took her. I tried to calm him down, but then the guard- Nevis- came. Daniel ran down a corridor and Nevis hit me. Said I wasn’t supposed to be down there. I know- it’s my own fault for snooping, but, I’m telling you, something is wrong. I’m not just being stupid because I watched a lot of apocalyptic stuff before this actually happened, I’m being serious. We have a group waiting for us and we have to make it to them, Taehyung, or else we’re gonna die here. It’s hard for us to leave but it’s even harder for us to stay.”

“I know,” he replied, almost cutting you off. He sighed, afterwards. “I know. You know Namjoon?” You nodded, as did he, in satisfaction, “well, I wanna talk to him more. Ask him what he knows. I swear, we won’t be here at the end of the week. And, I can’t stop you from being curious, so if you find anything, you have to let me know, okay? I’ll ask Namjoon if he wants to look around with us. Maybe he can come with us too.”

You liked the sound of that idea. Below the beams where you slept, Namjoon patted down the hair on the forehead of a younger woman, who looked like him facially. Inside, you knew it must be his sister- somebody he wanted to protect. Surely he’d understand your suspicions. Surely, he’d help find a way out.

To your dismay, it was two days after that night when you began to notice things around the camp. At breakfast, as you sat in between Namjoon and Taehyung on a table near a large window looking out onto the front of the property, overhearing a conversation not meant for you a table behind. 

A herd was coming, fast approaching but slow enough to give them time to prepare.

“It’ll require most of our firepower,” one of the guards said, as you slowly spooned eggs into your mouth. “Franklin thinks they’ll be within our radar by tomorrow morning. We’ll get up, before sunrise, to stake them out.”

Although his voice was hushed, you thanked whatever God was watching for being able to hear. It was an advantage, a time to stake out the area and plan an escape. With no guards watching, it would be easy.

True to her word, Rose assigned chores to the ‘outsiders in the barn’. Falling to the plan perfectly, Taehyung seized the opportunity to sort out trash with Namjoon as a time to find information. You, on the other hand, found yourself assigned cattle duty with Namjoon’s sister, Kyungmin. Having never met her, you didn’t know what to expect, but being greeted with bright smiles and dimples, you thanked your lucky stars for being put with someone the complete opposite of all the other women in the barn, who scowled in your direction at every given opportunity, sneering in the sunlight, watching like predator with prey.

“I’m so glad we could spend time together.”

Kyungmin didn’t look up from the hay, her chin pressed against the wooden handle as she swayed gently in place, from side to side, like a daisy in the wind. Looking over, she looked utterly peaceful. You smiled.

“Yeah? Me too,” you replied gently.

“My brother talks about you and your boyfriend a lot,” she said, and you decided to let her continue believing you and Taehyung were something more than just companions, judging by the smile on her face that breathed innocence. “He says you’re really nice people. I think he wants to stay with you guys.”

“You’re welcome to,” you offered. “We’re planning on leaving soon. We have friends in Georgia waiting for the boats. There’ll be enough room for the four of us. To escape, get away, live somewhere safer.”

Kyungmin nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah. I like the sound of that a lot.” She slowly began to rake, her voice dropping a tone, “I don’t like this place. The barn scares me.”

Looking up at your surroundings, you hummed quietly. “Me too. It feels...normal. And that scares me.”

“Well,” Kyungmin reasoned, setting the rake aside after a few minutes of thoughtful silence, “I suppose life feels normal now. Everywhere becomes normal if you stay there for too long. Before here, we were with a group in a church. That felt normal.”

This was the reality now, remembering the past and finding it alien in comparison to life now. Kyungmin was positive in her mindset, smiling afterwards in your direction before stepping towards the exit of the second cattle barn. Her shadow stretched across the dried, yellow grass painting the landscape, and she moved towards the picket fence where one of the guards from inside the warehouse stepped out towards the barn.

In his hand, he carried a silver bucket, stained with red and meaty pink. Kyungmin smiled broadly at the man, of whom you didn’t recognise, and he dumped the bucket with a tinny thud over the fence and on to the grass. It toppled in place in a circle, before hitting the wood of the fence and setting back in position.

“Meat,” he says, without being asked. “For the pigs.”

Kyungmin stepped to pick up the bucket, only briefly looking down at the contents before grimacing and looking up at the guard through her hair. “What meat is it?”

Hesitation. You narrowed your eyes at his stiffness.

“Animal,” he said.

“Isn’t that cannibalism?” Kyungmin laughed, but he said nothing, turning around and heading back towards the large warehouse.

Carefully, you approached Kyungmin and took the bucket from her hands. The smell rising from the base of the bucket was pungent and strong, the distinct smell of a corpse. Kyungmin gave you an uneasy smile and then looked back down at the meat. It was bloody, coated in a thick gloss of rose red. Even though you had virtually zero knowledge of farm life or feeding animals, but you had never heard of feeding pigs meat that looked like this. The sight and smell wrapped up together made you feel nauseous.

“What meat do you think it actually is?” you asked, out of curiosity.

Kyungmin kneeled on the grass, her nose inches from the bucket. Inwardly, she gagged and cringed away from the bucket, her palms dry on her knees. “Honestly? Smells human.”

In your head you heard alarm bells.

“Yeah?” your voice was hoarse, a large lump in your throat. “W-why would you think that?”

“Because I’ve been near corpses many times,” Kyungmin said vacantly. She looked over her shoulder to stare at the fattened pink pigs. “I’m probably wrong, though. Everything smells like shit nowadays, huh.”

“Yeah,” you echoed, and she barely caught it. Maybe she didn’t.

After feeding the pigs whatever the hell was in the bucket, you stared down at your blood-soaked hands, feeling oddly reminded of the early months of the outbreak. It made you feel sick- smells aside- and you barely registered Kyungmin’s hand on your shoulder until she gently called your voice.

“Hm?”

“I said, you should go wash your hands,” Kyungmin advised with a sour look on her lips, eyes on your fingers. “Door to the toilets is that way. Just go the way you would if we were going to dinner. Most guards will be on the upper floors at this hour, so it should be no problem. I’ll finish up raking, if you like?”

She was sweet.

Nodding without words, Kyungmin took the bucket from between your legs, smiling sweetly as she tossed it to the side and picked up a rake that had been leaning against the side of the barn for several moments. By then, you had already made it halfway across the small field, rubbing your hands half-anxiously and half-disgusted, aware of the fact that stepping somewhere you shouldn’t be cost you a barely recovering bruise on your eye.

Nonetheless, you continued to head for the bathrooms. Switching on the sink when inside, you rubbed your hands under the warm water, curious as to why no outsider had been offered the simply luxury of bathing when hot water was present, inhaling the smell of dry blood and guts stuck underneath your fingernails. With every scrub, you smelt something new; you smelt a different memory. Your first period, the first time you witnessed a car crash at the race-track back home, the smell of your grandmother after the outbreak, the overwhelming scent of the cities, the rotten aroma of little Yena-

You switched off the tap. 

The memories faded as the water trickled down the sink.

With wet and shaky hands, you patted your face, rubbing at the dirt that had collected in the dark circles beneath your eyes, removing sawdust from your eyelashes. You look haggard, and disgusting, and ferociously dirty; the hair on your armpits collected naturally, and by now, everything else must look as bad. A single spot on your hairline. Dry lips. A blank expression. You looked awful, yet natural.

And yet, you barely recognise the person in the mirror. She looks nothing like you.

Outside the door, muted in volume, a clatter rang through the emptied warehouse. Although everything inside you told you not to look, you pulled the door open and peered down the corridor, past the canteen where you ate and back in the direction where you last saw Daniel. The small corner is dark, as usual, and you frowned, figuring you just imagined the sound. But, then it rang out again, like something hitting off another piece of metal. Almost the sound of distinct chains clinking together. You knew that sound.

It reminded you of Yena.

Closing the door as you left, you slowly moved in the direction of the noise, mindful of the fact that anybody could walk in and find you snooping where you shouldn’t. Aware and yet so oblivious at the same time, you crept into the darkened hallway, no longer seeing the cyan blue light underneath the doors but instead a natural yellow, the glow of the sun against white blinds, flickering and dancing in patterns. The noise was louder, more distinct, closer. Edging towards the end of the hall, a third noise made you jump, staring down a smaller joined corridor where Daniel ran off to the other night.

You moved on.

Following the thuds of noise, you eventually reached the middle of the hallway, turning to face an iron door bolted shut with the words, “FREEZER” pressed in yellow letters. Near the bolt, you noted the stains of red and orange, a creamy colour still trickling down the side of the door. Recently used; the bolt was unlocked, swinging slightly in the breeze.

Now, realistically, you’d been one of those people who screamed at the TV screen. It’s the same old story- protagonist enters forbidden area, sees something she wasn’t supposed to see, gets kidnapped and threatened with a meat cleaver or psycho man in his basement ready to inject you with some weird fluids to eat you or hold you hostage...it’s intense. But possible. Either way, your hands shake as you follow in the footsteps of every dumb horror movie cliche you can think of, and you slide open the door.

It opened slowly, moving as if automatic, a dim light opening on the floor like turning the pages of a square children’s book. Stepping outwards to allow the door to pass, you held in a breath, suspenseful yet terrified about what you might see on the other sight.

Naturally, the sight of a skinned torso and several dismembered limbs in a pile in the corner of the room forced you to shut the door and exit back the way you came, breaths laboured and panicked, the light still flickering, the memories flooding back.

[whumpingwithirondad]

Tony & Pepper Have Twins

We both want Tony Stark to get a happily ever after, and what would make it more perfect than having two babies at the same time!

irondadgroupie

Yeah! Just imagine Tony sleeping on his bed, with a baby on his chest and Peter curled up beside him. Or maybe they have twins and Peter comes in every day after school to help take care of them so that both kids would have sufficiently individual care

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Yes! Peter and him stay up one night when the baby has cold and Pepper's away on a business trip. Most parents would be horrified of having twins but Tony's like 'oh my god i've always wanted a baby and now I get two of them!!" (well three bc Peter is his kid/baby too at this point).

irondadgroupie

Yes! Tony is thrilled he got more than one child at the same time. Like he would have even taken triplets. Tony loves every single moment with them and becomes the most dedicated stay at home dad, ever. I can imagine him doing interviews and just showing pics of the kids and the interviewers love hearing about his homelife and babies. He always refers to Peter "as his oldest, my surrogate son" because there is no use to deny it since so many pics of him and Peter together have arisen and yeah, if he didn't address it, people would think he was Peter's sugar daddy

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When Tony has one of his own babies to take care of he loves bath time so much. He gives them a bath everynight and just cuddles with them afterwards because their skin is so soft and Tony kisses all their tiny toes and fingers after drying them

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Tony's interviews no longer consist of ironman/avengers or stark industries. Rather he gives interviews on baby tips and parenting as well and just overall gushing about being a stay at home dad

irondadgroupie

Yes! Tony is an affectionate father! He is constantly cuddling his kids and loves spending time with them, Just imagine him pushing twin stroller while he (and Peter) do the groceries. He kisses their toes and fingers and through the babies, gets lot more physically affectionate with Peter too. Like when Pepper is away, he has all three of his kids sleep in the same bed with him and they would watch teletubbies in the morning (with him and Peter making fun of the show)

irondadgroupie

Tony's advice on parenting is wanted because he can sympathize with blended families and parents with surrogate children. He has two babies and a teenager (with serious issues). I think Peter and Tony have ADHD and so he can tell the tips on how to help those kids.

irondadgroupie

And the most asked question is "which is harder: rocket science or raising children?"

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Tony and Peters favorite time Is definitely watching kid shows and making fun of them. Tony is affectionate and constantly telling All his kids how much he loves them. He has about a million pictures of the babies before they are even a year old. Twins one girl and one boy and they are a perfect blend between him and pepper. Yes they go to the store they take the babies to the park as well too. Pepper takes care of the company and during the day tony and peter are with the babies and it just all works out

He answers raising children because there was no manual on how to do it and he can’t learn it overnight. Plus rocket science isn’t a living object screaming and crying st him because he chose the wrong toy

irondadgroupie

I'd like to think Peter would take a gap year after high school and be sort of an au pair to the Starks. Like Peter didn't feel he was ready to leave home (May was angry with the idea but Tony just shrugged and told it was his life and decision). Yeah, Tony is affectionate, he is constantly kissing his children and holding them. The walls are filled with their pictures and artwork. The day the babies are too old for onesies, Tony cries.He is always talking to the babies, holding one-sided conversations

irondadgroupie

Awww, just think of the twins bundled up warmly and in a push swing. Tony also makes them an inside playground in case of rainy days or snow.

irondadgroupie

The audience laughs at the jokes and love seeing Tony so relaxed. He admits he is tired but that having kids is so worth it. He also talks about how SI is expanding to baby products such as highly intelligent strollers but yeah, the talk turns to his kids again.

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I could definitely see Peter doing that as well. Plus he would get to be spider man without the stress of school and he gets to explore his tech ideas as much as he can now. MIT always has a place for him whenever he wants to start and tony doesn’t even care. He’s like kid ur going to be ceo of stark industries degree or no degree

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Omg tony loves dressing his twins up.  Buys the cutest clothes ever and not like designer ones even tho he splurges on those every now and then or pepper does but ones that are the most comfortable for little babies as well.

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When they got to the park tony bundles them up and puts them in the baby swings at the park and pushes them gently and kisses their little nose when they swing back to him. Paparazzi get thousands of pictures of him having fun st the park with his babies and then if Peter is there he’s usually coming down the slides with the babies in his lap because tony says his back is too old for him to do it

Yeah he basically builds an indoor adventure park for his kiddos

irondadgroupie

Yeah, Tony can practically buy him a spot at MIT (although I have been playing in my head with an idea that Peter doesn't get to MIT and sinks into deep depression because, well, why did he waste time at school is he couldn't get into college). Yep, Tony doesn't hire based on credentials but potentials and he knows hands on approach might actually teach Peter more than theory courses. I like to think Tony kept his old text books from MIT and gave them to Peter and gives him private lessons in maths, physics and anything engineering. Tony doesn't care about Peter staying in NY because Peter's wellbeing is the most important thing and if the kid doesn't want to go, he isn't going to be like his father and ship his reluctant child away.

irondadgroupie

Yes! Tony is very particular about the clothes being durable but comfortable and cute. He is not one of those parents who buys expensive clothes and then tells his kids they can't play in the snow or rain. Clint and Laura give them their kids old baby clothes and Peter sometimes goes to the flea market and buys rare clothes you don't find at stores anymore (like the first edition IronMan onesie).

irondadgroupie

Yes, the kids look like lumpy potatoes, Tony is so worried they might catch a cold :D He builds sand castles from them to smash. Sometimes Peter and him go to the local swimming center and enjoy the warm water in the baby pool. Also, Tony would sign them up for baby classes because he wants them to learn socializing and yeah, he kind of likes the attention (being a celebrity plus the only male in those groups)

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Whenever they are down in the lab they each have a baby strapped to their chest in one of those little carriers. Tony kind of just has his nose pressed into his baby’s curls the entire time as he works on a few of his designs.

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One time all three of his kiddos get sick and honestly Peter is whining more than the twins mostly because he uses getting sick to his advantage

irondadgroupie

Baby curls ❤️

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So fluffy

irondadgroupie

Yeah, the twins are doing pretty normal, maybe getting more easily upset but Peter... Tony considers throwing the boy out the window. "Mr Stark, it's too cold!" "It would be warm if you didn't kick off al your blankets, Jesus Christ Kid."

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Tony saying this while grumbling as he wraps heated blankets around peter until barely his eyes and curls peak out from underneath the blanket burrito. The babies are just a little bit more fussy but once tony gets some warm milk in their tummies and a nice cool bath they are out for the night and he can focus on peter. Lol at one point Tony’s trying to get a temperature on Peter and he won’t keep it in his mouth and Tony’s like kid if you want me to do it the old fashioned way I will and it’s not gonna be pleasant

irondadgroupie

Peter loves messing with Tony when he is sick because the man is a mother hen "Could you get me more juice? Orange slices? I feel like having soup. I want chips." At one point, Tony takes the kids to a bath and says : "You're an adult, get them yourself."

In Finland, we measure fever from armpit. It's not nearly as quick or reliable as from the mouth but hey, it's more comfortable.

irondadgroupie

How about Peter forgetting about his strength and just bites the thermometer into halves? And Tony uses old kind one which has liquid mercury in it and he is certain Peter now got some poisoning and maybe another mutation because of course he would.

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Peter pouts as he watches Tony leaves but Tony made sure that he put enough snacks and drinks near Peter if he needs them.

Peter bites the thermometer accidentally and Tony has a near heart attack. He’s drags Peter to the sink to rinse his mouth out while asking Friday to look up how toxic mercury is and already calling Bruce to come check his stupid kid out

irondadgroupie

Tony also took his phone so Peter can call him if anything happens. Okay, I checked what happens if you break the mercury thermometer and apparently, normally it only causes minor irritation but it is dangerous when inhaled so yeah, the clean up is more important.

irondadgroupie

OMG, Think of Tony in an interview when he is talking about his kids "So, my oldest-" "Wasn't he at the SI gala with you a week ago?" "Yes, Peter was my plus one." "We have a pic of him," They show a smiling picture of Peter and the audience lets out a loud Aww (like when Baby Simba is shown for the first time). "He looks so much like you!" "I know!" Tony says with shock. "Are you sure he is not yours." "Yes, we have done all the paternity tests, there is no genetic link between us."

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The world definitely falls in love with Peter as well. He starts to open up more with more events he goes to and everyone finds him funny charming and nice. Tony’s like “he’s practically mine in all ways but biological though” and then the interviewees show a picture that pepper took with peter and the twins all cuddled up with tony fast asleep when they were sick

irondadgroupie

At first Peter is nervous but with experience and Tony's encouragement, he begins to open up and just steals the audience away. He and Tony are invited to game shows to compete and do pair interviews on their relationship (because the world honestly doesn't believe Peter isn't Tony's secret love child). I like to think that during one mission, Peter lost a lot of blood and Tony was the donator (they of course, have the same blood group) and in the next interview he says "now he is mine biologically also."

irondadgroupie

One of Tony's arms is wrapped around the twins and Peter is resting on his other side. Tony smiles at the picture "That was the moment I had finally got them all to sleep. It was a sickness straight from hell, all had a high fever and were so miserable. I think I didn't sleep a wink during those days because when I wasn't making sure the babies didn't choke while sucking the pacifiers, I had to bathe Peter's brow with cold cloths."

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Everyone just gushes about Tony being a dad and the photo proves how good of a father that he is. There is still some people that are hung up on his pre-iron man days and send nasty comments that Peter takes and basically rips apart

irondadgroupie

Tony has many haters and the most vicious attack Peter. They make awful comments on the photos with Tony and some rip apart everything in Tony's parenting because even if you love your kids, you might make some mistakes and yeah, everyone follows different directions. The haters comment when Tony carries his kids in his arms, they also send hate when Tony carries them in a babysitter. Someone took a photo of Peter and Tony shopping with the babies and they ripped apart their groceries "How can anyone feed their children formula?"

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Tony's used to the comments and haters and he's learned to deal with it. However, it's dfifferent and harder for Peter who takes those comments to heart, especially the ones where they are calling Tony a bad dad for allowing his kid to play in the grass barefoot or something or that he's not giving his kids healthy foods

irondadgroupie

Yes, Tony has learned to ignore the comments and yeah, someone criticising his parenting, yeah, not a big deal. But then a pic emerges of Tony with his arm around Peter and setting a kiss on his head and the internet exploses. Most say the pic is adorable but some claim Tony was teaching his child wrong ways to convey love. "You don't kiss your teenage boys!"

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Tony just rolls his eyes at the comments and has to bite his tongue from speaking back something about teenage sons deserved affection still. He does it more often just to get back at the haters. He doesn’t want to get into anything that’s not important. End of the day all his kids know how much he loves them and it’s all that matters.

irondadgroupie

Yes! Tony would totally feed the haters. Some people got a pic of him kissing his babies on the mouth and by God, that got a backlash about how he would be messing up his kids and yes, some even called the child protective services (who informed Tony and they both had a good laugh about it). Then Tony does an interview and brings Peter along because their relationship is so fascinating. The audience just melts how Tony is so affectionate with his kid, like at one point he fixes the boy's collar

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Yes with the kissing too. And it’s so cute with tony asking for a kiss from his twins and they just pout their lips and when Tony gets closer they grab his cheeks and give him kisses and Tony just melts inside and scoops both of his babies up into his arms and smothers their face with kisses. It’s just hundreds of photos of him kissing his kids and vice versa and while most are just gushing about how good of a dad he is older folks are like “how can his kids ever take him seriously if he’s kissing them all the time. He has toughen them up especially the boy”

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The audience coos and Peter just takes it in stride because he’s used to all of this now.

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They share a photo of when the kiddos were sick and tony was tucking Peter into bed and presses a kiss to his head

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When Tony gets hate from this it starts a movement with other dads sharing photos of tucking their kids in and giving them kisses.

irondadgroupie

Yes, Tony is so affectionate with his babies. Some people are thinking he is sick because he kisses the babies on the lips. "You will mess up your daughter that way!" "You're making your son gay!" "Is this incest?" Some comments were terrible and Tony could not help getting angry. People could tell lies about him but anything regarding his kids was off limits.

Peter once released a video of Tony watching television with the twins laying at his side and both looked at their father with such adoration. Tony snickered as he caught the look on their faces.

irondadgroupie

Peter was just answering a question when Tony noticed the collar was not properly and set it straight. Peter laughs at the audience's reaction and says "This is what I have to put up with." "You wouldn't if you learned to dress yourself properly," Tony quipped back. "The kid still needs someone to tie his tie for him."

irondadgroupie

And not just of little kids but teenagers as well. The movement gets so big Pepper releases a video of Peter sleeping on the couch with his head resting on Tony's lap. Tony has his arm around Peter chest and his thumb was rubbing the boy's shoulder. "Is he okay?" Pepper was heard asking. "Yeah, just had a little headache," Tony sets a hand on Peter's forehead. "He doesn't feel warm, maybe he just didn't sleep well last night."

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The twins LOVE tony so much. Pepper filled a video of Tony coming back home after a weekend camping with Peter and the twins are waddling towards Tony with huge smiles on their faces and clapping their hands. Tony just kneels and opens up his arms waiting for the little babies to come to him and they are just giggling and once they reach him tony just scoops both of them up in his arms and just smothers them in kisses telling them how much he missed them. They don’t let go of him for th entire night

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Yes the movement definitely involves teenagers as well. Tony can’t believe that he’s a part of something that involves spreading love all around. Pepper definitely has more videos like those as well. One after Peter has his tonsils out and Tony is there as he wakes up from surgery. Another where tony is carrying peter up from the lab after he fell asleep there muttering something about how his body’s too old for this but still does tit all the time

irondadgroupie I was walking to the gym today and imagined that the daughter is Tony's princess and she loves pink and anything traditionally feminine, has cute dresses and watches Barbie and Princess movies. Tony likes them too and will argue with anyone who claims those are bad role models. The boy loves Bob the Builder and has his toy tool box and is constantly "fixing" everything from DUM-E to the doorknobs.

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irondadgroupie But then Tony releases a pic of his son dressed in a sparkly princess dress with a tiara and Pepper's heels and again the haters are on them claiming he is making his boy confused about his gender and sexuality and raising him to be gay. But again, majority are praising his parenting, how he is letting his kids play and yeah, most are shocked his children have a dress that costs like 20 dollars at Target.

[ughyoongis]

In The Midst Of Chaos

[ chapter 04 ] a prince!calum fic

A/N: another chapter for you guys! I love hearing what yall think so pls send me some asks after you read to lmk ur thoughts on this story!

word count: 3.4k

warnings: mild language

previous chapter

There's many dances and joyous songs sung in the prince's honor, and Alice finds Luke amongst the crowd and spends her night laughing and sharing glasses of champagne with him as they fake their prosperity as if they don't go home to sleep on lumpy beds with dingy frames.

"And where might the birthday boy be?" Luke asks as they receive cake for the celebration. Red velvet, Calum's favorite.

She takes a bite and shrugs. To be honest, she lost track of him ages ago, and now the sky is dark and scattered with stars, and the moon creates a slice of it's face up through the windows. 

Her eyes take a glance to the royal thrones, and his is left barren, only his father sits there, unhappy and distressed. Maybe Calum's run off. She wonders, eyes doing a very intent look around the boisterous celebration, his baby blue princely attire and shiny crown is nowhere to be found.

Her heart hammers in his chest. This is not good. 

"I'll be right back." She abandons her seat and picks up her dress so she can walk without toppling over. Luke shoves a forkful of cake into his face while muttering an okay.

She rushes through the party-goers, eyes searching for someone familiar, and when nobody with deep onyx eyes is found, she leave the ballroom and enters the foyer.

It's dead quiet when she walks up the stairs, the second floor remains a ghost town, her heels click against the tiles as she listens for any sign of him being in here.

She sees a light in the Western wing, and follows it eagerly. Here dress heavy as the tulle blows with the wind from the open windows, her hand pick up handfuls of it, if anyone catches her in the act of doing this they'll just about kick her out.

Her hands pry open the door, and the stone stairwell is silent, the cobwebs around the windows and the vines climbing the walls have her grimacing. Especially when the musty smell of moss hits her senses.

"Calum?" She calls, voice echoing.

Her feet start up the old stairs, the tiny tower has her spinning with each wobbly step, and her worry heightens as she makes her way up. She wrestles with the door, it clearly isn't used often, it's hard to budge open, her foot gives the bottom a kick and she walks into the very top of the tower. The open air rushes over her, the night sky consumes her.

Calum stands there, knuckles burning white as he grips the edge of the tower, he's looking out. Eyebrows furrowed as he gets a view of what's beyond the walls. He can see the villages, and the marketplace, every church and school within miles from here.

"It's not-" He can't think of what to say. Can't put it into words how confused and- disappointed?- he is.

"It's not what I expected." He bites his bottom lip, Alice takes a step closer so she's beside him, her hand finds the top of his and he flinches at the sudden contact.

"I know it doesn't seem like much," She whispers, "But there's a lot more to it than tiny houses."

"Yeah?" He whispers, "Where's your house?"

She tries to follow the minuscule buildings, she can make out the marketplace and backtracks it to the school and furthermore until she sees a misshapen village she calls her own. Her eyes squint as she points to it.

"Right about there." Alice's voice is gentle and Calum ducks down to try and see it through her line of vision. His face is right beside hers, and he can hear her breathing hitch, he squints and follows her finger until it's in his view the same way it's in hers.

His jaw is beside her cheek, and he can feel the way heat radiates off of her skin, she's melting against his touch. He finds himself taking notice of her body language, how responsive she is to his actions.

"That tiny grey speck is my house, and if you go over about three to the right, that's where Luke lives."

He stops staring at the land in front of him, dark eyes studying the way her lips curl into a smile as she explains everything, how her eyelashes curl so effortlessly, how the stars glisten in her evergreen eyes.

He doesn't know what sways him to do something at that very moment. Maybe the mood, or the setting, or the fact he just knows he's done for when she looks back at him with those big doe eyes and that grin that makes his chest feels painfully tight and his hands clam up.

He's never felt so nervous before. It has to be the wine he had tonight, that he kept irrevocably chugging whenever they offered it to him. It's the air, and how it's brisk against his heated skin. His burning, burning skin that goes to ash wherever she lingers.

Calum's not one to become wary, and the fact it's over the way she's looking at him sends his mind haywire.

"It's a wonderful land, Calum." She tells him, but his focus is on the way her lips curl into a smile whenever she speaks. "You're ruling it well."

"You seem to be the only person who thinks that." He admits lowly, as he watches the way the roads and streets tangle and weave together through the nation. He's never seen past the walls, this is incredible. He may not be on the other side but it's just as surreal to look at what he's been protecting all these years.

Muffled in the background, through the open windows, a song starts, and it's a waltz that he remembers from every ball they do. Alice recognizes the tune and finds his hands once again.

"Would you like to join me in a dance, your highness." She gives her best fake posh accent that seems to make him laugh before nodding.

"Why, of course." He mocks back as she steps closer so they can dance alone, no one to stare and critique his sometimes sloppy steps and fumbling feet. He watches the way she slowly melts into his body, fitting against him perfectly as her head rests against his chest, his own chin on top of her hair as she relaxes against him.

He hums along to the tune, no longer tense or stiff as he realizes he can let down his walls. She won't judge him. She won't glare like the other girls do. He has Alice here, and she's letting him be himself despite the world yelling at him for not doing anything right.

"Be honest, Alice," He speaks, slow and raspy. "Did my mother tell you to come here tonight?"

He finds it rather suspicious that she's in the same color dress as his tux is and her all too quick decision to go to it made him weary.

Her hesitation in her voice is a sign, too.

"I mean," She won't lift her head, too comfy up against him like this, "She did, but I wanted to go. She just asked me without knowing I already had the idea in mind."

"And the dress?"

He feels her smile against him, "She may have sent it to my house this morning." She breaks away from him so her eyes can meet his, "I really did want to go though, we're friends, Calum."

He finds comfort in her reassuring words and even more in the fact that she calls him a friend. He's grown up as a tolerated younger sibling who is constantly under the public eye and now that he's found someone who likes him for the person he truly is, he has no clue how to react.

"Would you like to see something?" He asks, eyes hopeful as they gaze down into hers. His hands squeeze hers to silently plea for a yes, even though she's nodding the second he says it.

They race down the stairwell and bust open the door to the corridor, he's laughing and grinning and dragging the girl along as she holds some of the fabric of her dress in one hand to keep from tripping. No guards in sight on the second floor as he brushes past columns and statues, spins her around in the marble hall that's covered in paintings and glorious chandeliers. Savors the way her laugh echoes through the vast space before hitting his ears.

He brings a hand to a door towards the end of the hall and opens it to reveal, what has to surely be, his bedroom. His master bedroom with three rooms to it.

She feels her laughter halt as her words get caught in her throat at what he lives in, what he sleeps on. Everything is pure beauty and masterfully created. The condition of it all is polished and brand new, he has red silken sheets on his bed and it's dark wood is carved to perfection. He has a glass case against the wall full of his crowns that sit on black velvet pillows.

She steps towards the case and catches her faint reflection in the glass, how she's gazing at one of the more abstract ones. It's silver with blue jewels trimming the bottom as a plethora of black diamonds are stuck in the center.

"These are beautiful." She whispers as she admires them.

"Here." Calum speaks from behind her. There's a box in his hand, small and wrapped with a tiny yellow bow.

"If I recall correctly, today's your birthday."

He hands her the gift nonetheless, "I-I. . ." He let's it land in her hand, "Just open it."

She feels bad for not getting him anything, and now him giving her a present for no reason is the icing on the guilt cake.

She pulls apart the bow until the ribbon falls apart and she tears the wrapping paper off slowly.

"Get on with it," He teases, "Don't have all night."

Alice smiles as she sees a delicate velvet box in her palm, it clicks open and she feels a lump form in her throat.

"It's a necklace, for you." He explains, and watches her bite on her lip to fight back the silly emotions she's overwhelmed with right now. She can't accept something so ordain, so luxurious.

It's a simple set of three diamonds, one large one in the center as the other two are snug on each side.

"Calum-"

"I see you wearing that locket all the time, and I thought you might want another necklace to wear with it."

She smiles up at him and holds back her sappy tears. Her hand not holding the box clasps over her locket instinctively. It's an old thing, from her mother when she was young, it has her father's photo in it while he's out.

"I love it." She turns it towards the light so it shimmers. "Thank you."

He picks it up from the box and guides her so he's facing her back. Alice gathers her blonde hair to one side so he can put it on her.

She watches their reflection, how he intently works on getting it clasped correctly, jaw firm and eyes casted down, his hair falls over his forehead.

She finds herself smiling at his reflection, how he looks so different from the man who had entered the ballroom earlier today.

Once it's on she turns and takes a few more steps around his room, it's high ceiling has beautiful designs on top and a heavy, but elegant, chandelier to light it. He has his own private bookshelf of his favorite novels and beside that is a desk with letters stacked on top for him to read and respond to. He has more in one bedroom than she has in her whole house.

"To the left is my bathroom, to the right is my closet." The maori briefly explains, then falls onto his bed with a huff.

"Are you not going back to the party?"

"I hope not." He rolls onto his bed, it's already ten thirty, too late for his liking when he's usually asleep by now. He still needs to catch up from his lack of sleep from the past week full of planning and preparation.

"The king seems worried." She forgets to call his dad 'your father' but that's only because Alice fears he'll hear him call him an unfit title. Her timid voice is growing closer to him as she steps towards his bed, it looks very tempting to lie on. She's had the same lumpy, old mattress her whole life.

"He'll get drunk and forget about me eventually." He peels his already tired eyes open and meets Alice's gaze, she's contemplating getting on his bed with her lips pursed and eyebrows raised. He gives a tired laugh before patting the spot next to him, "Relax."

She lets her gaze move around the room and finds something she never noticed.

"You have a piano?" Her grin creeps onto her face, very few people had the opportunity to learn piano, they're too expensive and hard to learn without paying for an instructor.

He smirks, "I play it, too."

She finds herself in child-like glee at the idea of a piano being at her disposal, she's only seen them at the big events in town, nobody she's known personally has had one.

"Would you play for me?" She asks, all too eager to hear what he can do. She watches his body heave itself up to stand once more. Alice's dress flows as he whisks by her, taking a hold of her hand in the process so she can sit beside him on the bench.

He runs his fingers delicately across the keys, careful not to press any down in the process.

He plays after taking in a deep breath, his hands glide down as he plays a tune that's slow and flows with beauty in each chord. His eyes never lift from the keys as he nods to the tempo ever so slightly. Calum senses her eyes on him and watches her scoot a little closer so she can peer over his arm and see how he's doing things so effortlessly.

"It's beautiful." She says as he plays on.

"You're beautiful." He responds, lips hanging open afterwords as the chord he was on stops, dying ever so slowly as it fades and sinks into the air just like his words. He won't look at her, his head leans down as he winces at his subconscious for not thinking that one through.

"I-" She stumbles over her words, "Thank you."

He faces her with hesitant eyes, he can hear his father's voice in the back of his head telling him that none of this is okay, he shouldn't let someone who serves him into his room to hang out, let alone compliment her. He should be downstairs dancing with a potential girl in waiting who's wealthy and has land to offer him to rule vastly.

But no. He wants Alice. He needs Alice. Someone like her doesn't exactly exist in the royal nations. They're all only trying to leech off of him and his money, his power. Alice likes him, she hangs out with him in his beloved garden that nobody else cares much for- not because she was told to- because she wants to. Her smile isn't forced, and she isn't faking any of her emotions around him.

"Calum?"

"Yes." He answers a little too quickly.

Alice gives him a soft, gentle smile. "You can't say things like that, not to someone like me."

"But it's the truth." He answers incredulously, ignoring the pang in his chest as he hears her say that.

"I am not who you should be saying that to, Calum, you know that, we both do." She moves away and stands with her hands smoothing over her dress to try and focus on something else other than the ache in her chest.

"Alice, I don't think anyone else deserves to hear that from me other than you."

She shakes her head, "This isn't right. You don't mean any of it."

"You're the only person who treats me like I'm human, Alice." He steps up and brings his body up to find her shoulders and try to help her understand. He can't piece together his thoughts without feeling like he's going insane.

"I-" She tries to think, but fails to when she meets his eyes. His lovely brown eyes. Her heart flutters and somersaults in her chest, the anticipation in his eyes grows immensely with each passing second. Calum's a prince, pure royalty, and he's stepping into this with no idea of the repercussions he could face.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks hesitantly, voice soft unlike his usual strict, professional tone. He finds her waist and delicately guides her towards him. Alice stands breathless, eyes wide as she tries to go through this rationally, but finds herself throwing all hell loose when she responds.

"Yes."

Her heart hammers in her chest as she shuts her eyes and feels his lips ghost over hers, his hands hold her up and keep her from swooning the second he connects their lips in a slow, passionate kiss. She falls into his body, curving against it as she finds herself chasing his lips. She rises onto her tiptoes and drapes her arms over his shoulders.

He has to pull apart a few moments later, but doesn't move away entirely, just looks down at her, his heavy crown glimmering and his eyes much softer than she remembers them being beforehand. Upon his lips is an angelic smile, and she blushes at the sight of him looking at her like that.

"Calum," She doesn't know what to say besides his name, and her mind swarms with so many questions. Why her? What does this mean? For how long has he hidden this emotion? Does he know what he just did?

The world feels thrown off it's axis, and he's smiling like an idiot, it's the most genuinely happy he's looked in years. Her heart pounds in her chest when she realizes she's the cause of that.

"Now what?" She whispers, a newfound surge of worry courses through her. What does this make them?

Calum's words are slow, steady. He's unfazed by her question, "We keep things secret, and we'll figure it all out as we go."

"And if someone finds out?" She gets a heavy feeling in her gut, the floor tilts and spins beneath her feet. "What happens then?"

His eyes don't meet her stare, the prince takes a long, deep breath.

"Don't think about that." Calum scolds, "Just keep acting like we have been in public. We just have to keep everything discrete."

He's trailing his hand to the dip in her back, and Alice gets shivers up her spine when he speaks to her like that. All professional sounding, the giddiness in her is prominent.

"It's getting late." She hears the clock tower ring and strike one in the morning. Her body suddenly aches and she's realizing just how tired she is. "I have work in a few hours, I should go."

Alice is pulling apart from him, her one hand still intertwined with his, he stays put. Instead of letting her head off in a hurry, he tugs her back with a grin.

"Tomorrow afternoon, join me for a picnic, yeah?"

She catches the hopefulness in his eyes, how he's attentively awaiting an answer. She holds her breath for a few seconds, drags his anticipation that much further so she can watch him grow wary at her hesitation.

"Of course. I'll bring the food this time, though."

He nods, happy to hear that. No matter how much she admittedly says she liked him, Calum will still worry she'll decline his offers. Even though every time Alice says yes.

Calum lifts her hand to his lips and places a delicate kiss on her knuckles. "Thank you, for tonight."

"Thank you, Calum." She curtseys with ease. The necklace he gave her glimmers against the chandelier and he sends her off with a promising farewell, his own heart beating a mile a minute, an odd feeling blooms in his chest. It's warm and fuzzy but he doesn't detest it. In fact, he goes to bed with a smile on his lips, and wonders how things could get any better than this.

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30 for b/light mayhaps?

ur request has been done! the number generated was 24! and the fic is crossposted on my ao3 HERE in case you want better formatting.

Toys

A Mr. Donut box sweated beneath Light’s arm as he fiddledwith his keys. Even through the red apartment door he heard Mozart blasted at ahorrible volume. The longer he played with the keys, the longer it would takebefore the full brunt of Beyond’s music would hit him. After another fewmoments, he unlocked the door and went in.

Draped over their couch with the same graceless entitlementas a well-kept cat was Beyond. Clad in a pair of snug corduroy trousers, historso was bare and two pink clamps pinched his nipples. Light slipped hisloafers off next to the front table and dropped the Mr. Donut box on it. Hefelt uncomfortably buttoned up next to Beyond’s bohemian dress and choice ofaccessory so he also removed his socks. The carpet sunk under his bare feet.

“Don’t you have a job you’re supposed to do for me?” Lightferried the box from the front table to the living room. Once he steppedcloser, he noticed a black plastic bag slumped against the couch. “You don’tget to live here and just test out sex toys. You’re supposed to be murdering the people I tell you to.”

“I’m taking a break.” Beyond cast an interested eye towardthe box. “Did you bring me a gift? You know I love an edible gift.”

“You don’t deserve them.” Without joy, Light opened the boxto reveal two rows of pastries clustered against each other. He snatched abrown sugar pon-de-ring and picked off a piece to chew. “Why are you wearingthose anyway? We don’t have nipple clamps that I remember.”

“Oh, right.” Long fingers flipped over the small donutselection until Beyond picked a strawberry pon-de-ring. “I also got some gifts.Not edible though. But fun.”

He gestured to the plastic bag with his big toe. Light sniffedand bit another piece, savoring the soft texture. All week he wanted to indulgebut with Beyond shirking his duties, this moment felt guilty. Still, hiscuriosity tingled as he studied the bag—opaque but suspiciously lumpy—until Lightfinished his donut.

“Did you get me a matching pair?” Light picked up the bagand rummaged in it. His hand brushed against a solid, silicone object. Wrappinghis fingers around it, he pulled out a thick pink phallus. “Wow. How tasteful.”

“I thought so. It’s the second most expensive one they had.”

Light tossed the phallus aside and began searching the bagagain. “Not worth the money. You need to think about your expenses better.”

“Very rich coming from a man who bought me donuts.” Beyondpeeled the frosting from his donut with his teeth between words. “A snobby boywon’t get fucked nicely by that vibrator or by me.”

“I don’t need to respect you to get your penis, Beyond.Nobody has ever needed to respect you at all.”

A rustle was the only notice Light got of Beyond moving ashis attention remained focused on the bag. His fingers danced around the tackyplastic until he touched a rounded object. Slowly, he took it out and balanceda black ball gag between his palms. Oxygen fled from Light’s lungs as he consideredits weights. The small plastic ball and two leather straps were heavier than heimagined.

Against his neck Beyond breathed the hot sticky scent ofartificial strawberries. His hands came around Light’s shoulders and slippedover his chest. The nipple clamps dug into his back and, for the first time,Light realized they vibrated. How long had he been wearing them? As soon as hethought the question, it vanished once Beyond took hold of his hands. Togetherthey turned the ball gag over and over with a jeweler’s reverence.

“This one?” Beyond hummed as Light nodded his answer. “Interesting.Do you want to wear this, Light? Do you want me to gag you?”

“I want—,” but he couldn’t finish. Light was tightened atevery joint, unable to move and consumed by a thousand ideas of what the gagmight feel like lodged in his mouth. How tight the leather straps might be. Howhe might look to the outside observer or, worse and wonderfully still, how hemight look to Beyond with his backtalk silenced by such a harsh tool.

“Oh c’mon,” Beyond said. “Use your words. Tell me you wantthe gag, hm? Tell me how you want to be put in your place.”

Light’s fingers flexed but he didn’t speak. Sighing, Beyondcurled their intertwined hands together around the straps and lifted it up. Hestopped right as the ball brushed against Light’s lips in a foreign but tendertouch. To his horror, saliva pooled at the corners of his mouth with everycaress.

“Yes or no?” Beyond spoke without ridicule and his tone was perplexinglylogical. It carried an unfortunate echo of L beneath its terseness but thatecho snatched Light by the skin. Nerves all over him grew frazzled while Beyondbreathed in nasal huffs level with his ear. Fuck. He did want it.

“Yes,” Light said. “I want you to gag me.”

“Is that how you ask nicely?” A kiss fluttered against theshell of Light’s ear as Beyond said his next words right against it. “Show mesome of that respect you didn’t before.”

Swallowing, Light closed his eyes and spoke. “Yes, sir. Iwant you to gag me, sir.”

“See?” The ball pressed hard to Light’s mouth as Beyondtugged the straps behind his head. “I knew you’d like the gift. I knew you’dshow me how grateful you were.”

Eyes squeezed shut, Light opened his mouth. Even as the ballsunk in, he still tasted donut amongst the ugly glide of plastic. The sweetnesscouldn’t be drowned out.

[alphacrone]

in which dex & bitty have a fight, bitty & ransom make out, dex comes to realize a few things, & poor nursey is ghosted for a couple hours. also pie.

[Part of the Blue-Eyed Jack ‘Verse. Set loosely between All Decked Out Like a Cowboy’s Dream and Kitty & the Biscuits]

CW: dubious consent (drunk surprise kissing), vague homophobia, coming out, canon typical alcohol abuse (they are taking very small shots i promise)

CON’T TEXT CONVERSATION BETWEEN YOU AND DEREK NURSE

WP: And then Cait said she’d call the cops and those kids ran so fast, it was hilarious.

DN: who’s Cait?

DN: also LOL

WP: Chow’s girlfriend.

DN: wait i thought you guys were all gay

WP: Why would you think that?

DN: ur the Gay Country Band i thought that meant the Whole band

WP: No.

WP: Just Bitty.

WP: I think.

WP: Chowder has a girlfriend.

WP: Ransom’s brought girls home more than once.

WP: Just Bitty.

DN: what about u?

WP: What about me?

DN: u just listed all the reasons ur bandmates aren’t gay

DN: but not urself

DN: y?

WP: I didn’t think I needed to say it.

WP: What does it matter?

DN: idk just curious

WP: Whatever.

Dex huffed and slumped back against the nasty, green couch. He knew Bitty would make a fuss about sitting on it -- the thing had been a point of contention between him and Chowder for months now -- but the only other option were the lumpy arm chairs and Dex hated those things.

“You texting with Derek again?”

Dex started; he hadn't realized Bitty was home. “Yeah. Why d’you ask?”

Bitty cast him a wry look over the back of the couch. “He stresses you out in a way only Chowder ever has.”

“That's not true,” Dex said grumpily. “You stress me out the most.”

“So kind,” Bitty teased. “Keep up that kinda sweet talk and I'll think you're flirting with me.”

Normally Dex would've laughed at the absurdity of the idea, but today it gave him pause. “Do people really think we’re the ‘gay country band?’”

Bitty’s smile fell. “Well, yeah, sort of. Why?”

Dex shrugged, glancing at his phone. “I don't know. Just something Derek said. I thought it was like...you were the ‘gay country singer’ and we were just your band.”

Bitty’s face grew steely and he crossed his arms over his chest. “I'm sorry you have to suffer through the inconvenience of people assuming you're gay, that must just be so difficult-”

“Bitty,” Dex started, but Bitty was already headed out of the room.

“I'm going to the store,” Bitty said gruffly, grabbing his wallet from the key basket. “Be back later.” Dex stood to follow, hand outstretched.

“Bits-” But the front door slammed shut. Dex huffed a frustrated sigh and punched the wall, not quite hard enough to break anything but just enough to hurt.

Why was it that Derek’s texts annoyed him so much? Dex had never minded being lumped in with the rainbow flags and hell-bound accusations before; the Biscuits were a team and a team stuck together, had each other’s backs. Bitty was the only one of them who was gay, but they all stood for his message.

Except...except maybe he wasn't the only one at all.

It had been about a year prior, and they were on the last stretch of a tour, heading from Boise to Seattle through a long stretch of absolutely nothing. Rans had picked up a thing of decent whiskey in a sketchy, Idaho liquor store and they were in the middle of a rousing game of never have I ever. Chowder was winning at this point, with only a few fingers down, but seemed to be mercilessly targeting Bitty.

(“Never ever I have ever...lived in Madison, Georgia.”

“I swear to God, Christopher-”)

Dex was doing alright himself. He'd been impacted by Bitty’s attacks against northerners and hockey fans, but not in the same way Ransom had. Now they were battling each other ruthlessly, determined not to go out first. Bitty had two fingers left; Ransom had one.

There was something dangerously smug in Ransom’s drunken gaze as he rounded on Bitty, smirk growing. “Never ever have I ever...kissed another man.”

Bitty gasped indignantly and took his shot like a champ, very reluctantly lowering a finger. Before the next turn could be taken, however, he lunged across the circle and pulled Ransom’s mouth to his.

It wasn't the most coordinated kissing Dex had ever seen. Ransom was drunk enough that the force of it knocked him over to the side, and he dragged Bitty with him. Bitty paid no mind to the fact that he was now lying on top of his best friend; they both sort of got lost in the movements of their lips, kissing languidly and sloppily for a moment, like they were the only two people on that bus.

Then Bitty pulled back with a triumphant grin and shouted, “Take a shot, Justin.”

“No!” Ransom flopped back onto the ground, covering his face in his hands. “Bits that was a dirty move. I call foul!”

“Don't be a sore loser,” Bitty chirped, filling Ransom’s shot glass halfway. Dex supposed it would've been filled all the way if Bitty hadn't spilled so much onto the floor of the tour bus.

“Bitty, that was great!” Chowder said through his laughter. “Wasn't it, Dex?”

But Dex couldn't answer, all too aware of the uncomfortable tightness of his pants. He willed himself to calm down, to not show just how much he'd been affected by the scene in front of him.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Bitty was huffing out as Ransom tried to sit on him. “Did I offend your delicate, Canadian sensibilities?”

“I'll show you delicate,” Ransom hissed, using his full body weight to squish Bitty against the floor. Bitty’s cheeks had gone bright red from the liquor and the exertion, and Dex found the sight more intoxicating than the alcohol in his bloodstream. “You're a huge cheater and I'm gonna make sure the whole world knows.” He pulled a marker from his pocket, uncapping it with his teeth.

“No you don't!” Bitty shouted, struggling against Ransom, but Ransom was twice his size and loomed over him. Dex swallowed roughly. “We have an interview tomorrow! Absolutely not! Do not draw on my face- I will call your mother right now.”

Somewhere in there, Dex excused himself to the bathroom, and hoped no one noticed when he took a little extra time and returned glassy-eyed and out of breath.

When Bitty returned from the “store” several hours later, he was met by the sight of a pie. Peaches and cream, to be exact.

It was nothing fancy, not like the salted rose and honey pie Bitty had made the day before, the crust shaped into beautiful braids and flower petals, but it was the one kind of pie Bitty could never bring himself to make, despite the fact that it was his favorite. Dex had a hunch as to why this was, but had never gotten a direct answer about it. And that didn’t matter right now.

“I didn’t…” He started as Bitty cautiously stepped into the kitchen, eyes wide as he studied the pie on the table. “I wasn’t trying to imply I was- it’s not-”

“Dex, it’s fine,” Bitty said sullenly. “You’re not the first straight guy I’ve known who’s-”

“I’m gay,” Dex blurted out, wringing his hands together. “Um. Yeah.”

Bitty’s eyes, if possible, grew wider. “Oh! Oh, Dex, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve- I should’ve-”

“You didn’t know,” Dex said with a small shrug. “And honestly...I haven’t been sure about it myself. Until now.”

“Oh, hun.” Bitty surged forward and pulled Dex into a tight hug. Dex let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and rested his chin on top of Bitty’s head. “C’mon, let’s eat this pie you made and you can talk about it. Or not!” He added, pulling back with a worried expression. “You don’t have to, unless you want to, but if you want to I’m always here, please know that-”

“Bits.” Dex grabbed both of his shoulders, smiling down at him. “There’s no one else I’d want to talk to about it more.”

“Because I’m the only gay guy you know?” Bitty chirped, moving to cut two slices of pie. Dex rolled his eyes.

“I do have other friends, you know,” he said, pulling out two plates and two forks.

“Sure,” Bitty said lightly. “And I’m an NBA player.” He handed a plate to Dex with a teasing grin.

“Ass,” Dex said, but kissed Bitty’s cheek lightly in thanks. Bitty rolled his eyes but Dex felt a million pounds lighter, just from the sheer freedom of being able to do something like that without consequence, at least in the safety of their kitchen. Bitty took his own slice and shepherded Dex into the living room, chatting a mile a minute about how good the pie smelled and how impressed he was Dex had made it all on his own.

When Chowder returned from Cait’s that evening, he walked into the living room to see Bitty and Dex asleep on the couch -- on top of a beach towel, obviously -- Bitty’s legs perched in Dex’s lap and an empty pie tin sitting on the coffee table.

In Dex’s hand, about to fall to the floor, was his phone, still open to some text thread. Carefully, Chowder took the phone and set it on the table, noticing that the thread was with Derek Nurse, unsurprisingly. They’d all befriended the Falcs the evening Bitty and Jack got together; Chowder himself was frequently in contact with Snowy and Tater, and on occasion Nurse himself. He didn’t look at the thread, but if he had, it might’ve made him smile.

CON’T TEXT CONVERSATION BETWEEN YOU AND DEREK NURSE

WP: Sorry for ghosting. Had a fight with Bitty.

DN: dude u ok?

WP: Yeah, it’s all sorted out.  

WP: Also sorry for being a dick earlier. You didn’t deserve that reaction.

DN: nah im sorry for prying

WP: It’s just...not something I’m ready to talk about with most people just yet.

DN: will you don’t have to say anything you don’t want to

DN: we’re not bffs i understand

WP: No, I trust you.

WP: But it’s hard.

WP: Bitty’s a good first step I think.

WP: Then...friends.

DN: like me?

WP: Yeah. Like you.

DN: that’s

DN: that means a lot

DN: thank you

WP: Don’t let it go to your head.

DN: wouldn’t dream of it. ;)

WP: Ugh I already regret telling you this.

DN: no take backs. Ur stuck with me :D

WP: There are worse things I guess.

DN: chlamydia?

WP: Goodnight, Derek.

DN: night, will. don’t let the bedbugs bite

DN: unless ur into that ;) ;) ;)

WP: Go away

DN: :*

DN: wow did u really text jack to tell me to shut up?

DN: rude

DN: goodNIGHT will, hope bitty feeds u poisoned pie

WP: :*

DN: emoticon. can’t tell if im proud or mad

DN: u better sleep w one eye open

WP: Go to sleep. I’ll still be here to annoy in the morning.

DN: good :)