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the-delta-42 · 4 years ago

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@gale-of-the-nomads you said I could and now you can’t stop me.

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Kagami did not know what happened. She saw Lila and everything went black.

“Kagami, stop!”

Kagami kept hearing excerpts of what happened, Marinette was shouting. But Marinette never really shouted.

The distinctive sound of metal hitting metal rang through the air.

“Kagami, this isn’t how you are!”

“Kagami, please, listen to me!”

Kagami took in her surroundings, she was in an interrogation room, handcuffed to the table. It was only then she noticed the blood on her hands.

What did she do?

The door opened, Kagami expected her family’s lawyer to walk in, but a young woman, roughly ten years older than Kagami herself walked in and stood in front of her.

“Kagami Tsurugi?” Asked the Woman, Kagami was struck by how similar she looked to Marinette, with the difference of hair and eye colour. Where Marinette’s eyes alternated between blue and grey, the woman’s eyes were a warm green colour and while Marinette’s hair was black, this woman’s hair was a soft brown colour, like Marinette’s father’s hair.

Kagami nodded.

“Skye Dupain,” Said Skye, “I’ve been asked to handle this matter, which was easier than expected, since there was no one else.”

Kagami’s heart sank, her mind already connecting the dots.

“Do you know what you’re being charged with?” Asked Skye, looking at Kagami, who shook her head, “They’re holding you for ‘attempted murder’ of a girl your age, with one eyewitness supporting this claim.”

“M-Marinette told them that?” Whispered Kagami, making Skye look down at her.

“Mlle. Dupain-Cheng is listed as the victim, Mlle. Rossi is the witness listed on the file.” Said Skye, glancing through the document, “I want you to tell me, in your own words, what happened?”

Kagami spotted Lila shoving Marinette against the locker, a bag of swords that D’Argencourt kept in the school falling from the top of the locker, before jamming a knee into her gut and throwing her on the floor. Marinette’s side hit a bench as she went down.

“You’re pathetic.” Sneered Lila, “You say you love Adrien, but you give him up for some other bitch.”

“That,” Gasped Marinette, slowly getting to her feet, “was Adrien’s choice.”

Lila sneered and kicked Marinette in the side, knocking her back to the floor, before stepping on Marinette’s right hand and pushing down on it until she heard a crack and a cry of pain from Marinette.

“You know you never had a chance with Adrien, don’t you?” Snarled Lila, punctuating each word with a kick, “he’d never be interested in a piece of filth like you.”

Marinette grabbed Lila’s foot mid swing and knocked the other one out from under the Italian. Lila let out a yelp as she fell, as Marinette slowly got to her feet.

“You know what?” Said Marinette, holding her side, trying to ignore the pain, “I can live with that. As long as Adrien is happy, I can be happy. Love isn’t something that requires both parties to feel the same way, because if you truly love someone, then seeing them happy is enough.”

Kagami felt touched by what Marinette had said, before Lila snarled and grabbed one of the swords from the bag and went to stab Marinette with it. Something in Kagami broke, growling as she charged forwards grabbing the sword from Lila’s hand and swing it at her.

Marinette stood frozen, watching as Kagami started to attack Lila, mentally arguing on if she should stop Kagami or remain out of the fight. The decision was made for her when Lila tripped and landed on her rear. In a flash of movement, Marinette had grabbed a sword from the bag and parried Kagami’s jab away from the liar.

“Kagami, listen to me,” Said Marinette, her breath shaky, “you need to calm down.”

Kagami roared and went to slash at Lila, Marinette making sure to keep the blade from connecting with Lila.

“Kagami, stop!” Cried Marinette, as she parried another jab aimed at Lila, the distinctive sound of metal hitting metal rang through the air, “Kagami, this isn’t how you are!”

“She needs to be punished!” Snarled Kagami, advancing towards Marinette.

“Kagami, please, listen to me!” Yelled Marinette, “This isn’t you! Please, you need to calm down!”

Kagami lunged forwards, with Marinette going to parry from Kagami’s previous position. The blade slid between Marinette’s ribs, the girl felt a pain in her chest, before she felt the sword poke out her back. The sword Marinette had been holding fell to the floor.

“Kagami…” Said Marinette, as she struggled to breath, coughing up some blood as she spoke. The sword was removed.

There was silence, before the sword clattered to the floor, joining its partner. Marinette felt her legs give way beneath her, while Lila smirked viciously, before letting out a scream. Kagami stood frozen, as she stared at the blood coating her hands.

Kagami stared at her hands in horror, “I killed her.”

“Marinette is still alive, she has a punctured lung and a cut artery, but nothing too fatal.” Said Skye, looking down at Kagami, as the Japanese girl started to hyperventilate.

“Hey, hey, in through the nose, out through the mouth.” Soothed Skye, “Marinette’s fine, she’s going to make a full recovery.”

Kagami followed Skye’s instructions, inhaling deeply through her nose and exhaling through her mouth.

“Until Marinette wakes up, you’re going to be kept here,” Said Skye, gently, “I’m sure once she’s awake, you’ll be able to go home.”

Kagami nodded, before Skye left and a police officer arrived to take Kagami back to the cell she’d been allocated.

Adrien stared down at Marinette’s unconscious form. He didn’t want to believe what Lila had said, that Kagami had attacked and tried to kill Marinette, but without anyone else to give an alternative take on what happened, he couldn’t do anything but believe what had been said. He’d tried to think of everything that he thought could explain it, other than Lila lying, Kagami being akumatized, Marinette getting stabbed by someone else and Kagami was the one who found her, anything that wasn’t that Kagami had lied to both of them and deliberately tried to kill Marinette.

But what if she did?

Adrien shook his head, trying to dispel the thought from his mind. He had already heard from his father that he was to break up with Kagami, he didn’t want her actions to tarnish the Gabriel brand. Everyone was treating Lila like a hero, except the select few of Nino, Alya and himself, the three of them more concerned with Marinette’s situation.

“The doctors said she had a couple of broken ribs and a broken hand.” Said Alya, quietly, “They think that Kagami, or whoever did this, was already attacking her before she was stabbed.”

Adrien saw Alya tightly holding her phone, her knuckles slowly going white, every time someone was akumatized, there was a side effect, Alya couldn’t be separated from her phone, Nino couldn’t hold or come in contact with bubbles and Juleka couldn’t look at her reflection.

Everyone who had been Akumatized was left with an invisible scar, Damocles would hoot and Bustier was say ‘kissu’ at random points while talking. Perhaps Kagami was left with a serious aggression.

But that didn’t explain how or why Marinette was stabbed. Marinette looked so small, the bed spanning around her, as if she were an island in the middle of a sea of white and blue. Marinette suddenly started jerking, as if someone had grabbed her by the throat.

Within moments, a doctor, nurse and a couple of orderlies rushed into the room.

“Right, she’s choking.” Said the Doctor, as one of the orderlies guided the group out of the room. The door closed before any of them could hear what the Doctor said next a few minutes later the Doctor stalked out of the room and headed to a desk.

Before Adrien knew it, he was in the corridor, with Gorilla watching from the end of the hall.

Adrien was just leaving class when he heard the scream. In the back of his mind, he was able to identify the voice belonging to Lila, but still, he ran to the source, skidding to a stop when he reached the locker room. Lila was plastering herself against the wall, while Marinette lied in a steadily growing pool of her own blood.

With Kagami standing over her. With Marinette’s blood on her hands. Adrien froze, absently aware of Kim rushing past him and tackling Kagami to the floor. Alya started calling for an ambulance, while Ms. Bustier and Ms. Mendeleiev started applying what first aid training they knew, being careful to stem the bleeding as best they could.

“I really don’t know what good this is going to do.” Said Mendeleiev, checking Marinette’s pulse, “Since she’s discharging blood from her mouth, we know she has internal bleeding.”

“Demeter,” Said Bustier, looking sick, “Can you, kissu, please not say that.”

Mendeleiev looked around, noticing the pale faces of the students.

“All of you, go to the library.” Barked the Teacher, making most of the students’ scatter.

“Alya, could you please take Lila to the staff room?” Asked Bustier, as an ambulance pulled up outside the school.

Adrien had been guided away by Nino, when Alya took Lila to the staffroom. There was a commotion by the lifts, Adrien looked up and saw a young woman, roughly Ms. Bustier’s age, stalking towards them. Adrien was struck by how much she looked like Marinette, with the exception of her hair and eyes, being light brown and green respectively.

“I’m looking for the Dupain-Chengs.” Said the woman, in place of introductions or greetings.

“They’ve gone to close their bakery up.” Said Alya, after a moments silence.

The woman growled, before fishing her phone out of her pocket. Adrien frowned, quickly noting that it was an older style of mobile, early 2000’s, and not one of the latest models like most people went for.

“Mike, where are you?” Demanded the woman, Adrien had the sinking feeling that both the woman and ‘Mike’ were Mrs. Tsurugi’s lawyers, “Okay, if you’re there, then they can’t be home yet.”

The woman stiffened, before her attitude changed entirely, “Ah, hi… Okay, I’ll wait for you to arrive at the hospital… No, I don’t think anyone’s been able to raise Toby, we’d need a fucking Ouija Board.”

The woman nodded and confirmed a few things, before hanging up. She then turned to Alya.

“I take it you’re Alya?” Asked the Woman, looking at the Creole girl.

“I am.” Said Alya, drawing the same conclusions as Adrien.

The woman took them all by surprise by smiling widely and grabbing Alya’s hands, “Mari’s told me so much about you, I’m Skye, Marinette’s sister.”

“I… didn’t know Marinette had a sister.” Said Alya, after a moment.

Skye was still for a moment, before slowly turning to Nino.

“I didn’t recognise you.” Said Nino, quickly throwing his hands up.

Skye only narrowed her eyes, before her gaze settled on Adrien, “And you must be the pretty boyfriend of the girl who stabbed my sister.”

Skye’s tone wasn’t accusatory, merely factual.

“Soon to be ex.” Said Adrien, keeping his tone level.

Skye wrinkled her nose, before she started to circle Adrien, frowning as she went. Skye stopped and glared at Adrien.

“If what I’m told is true,” Said Skye, her tone cold, “being akumatized affects everyone differently, each victim having an invisible scar that they have to live with every day. Ms. Tsurugi was not in control of her actions and, while Marinette is still unconscious, we only have the testimony of a teenage girl who claimed to witness the entire thing but didn’t alert anyone until after someone had been stabbed and remained calm as she recounted every detail.”

Adrien could’ve sworn that the room temperature dropped.

“And that isn’t taking into account her… ‘exceptional’ lifestyle that is faker that Kim Kardashian’s ‘assets.’” Skye’s glare pinned Adrien in place, “But, seeing as you’re more of a wet blanket-”

“That’s enough, Skye.” Said a gruff, yet at the same time soft, voice, making everyone look towards the entrance.

“Michael, you got here faster than I expected.” Said Skye, leaning back on her heels, “I was just talking to Mari’s friends.”

Michael looked like an older, male, taller version of Marinette, except his eyes were a mixture of blue and grey. Michael had three pale scars that ran from the middle of his cheek to his jaw.

“Skye, you’re not in court,” Sighed Michael, before looking into Marinette’s room, “I take it she hasn’t woken up?”

“No, but she started choking on something just before I got here.” Said Skye, folding her arms.

“Well, I’m sure she’s going to be fine.” Said Michael, turning to look at Marinette’s friends. His gaze slowly went over the three, before settling on Adrien, “Relax, you look like you’ve got a foil shoved up your butt.”

Adrien let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“You’re Emilie’s son, aren’t you?” Asked Michael, making Adrien stiffen.

“Wait, Emilie?” Asked Skye, whipping around to look at Michael, “You mean that actress you loved? The one you met while on work experience. The one you fainted in front of when she introduced herself to you?”

Michael slowly turned and glared at Skye, “That was one time.”

“Yeah, but you were bitching about how your life was over because your idol saw you act weird.” Snickered Skye, as Michael slowly grew redder.

“Well, at least I didn’t moan when I met Dark Owl.” Snarled Michael, making Skye freeze.

“Take that back!” Demanded Skye, as she went red as well.

“Make me!” retorted Michael, before a hand grabbed his ear, while the person’s other grabbed Skye’s ear.

Both suddenly paled, and silently sent a prayer to a powerful and merciless god, before they were tugged down to their mother’s level.

“Stop it, both of you.” Growled Sabine, before butting their heads together.

Michael and Skye recoiled and grabbed the point of impact on their heads. The two glared at each other, before they turned and look at their parents.

“Sorry, mum.” They said in unison.

“Anyway, why does it matter who his mother is?” Asked Skye, gesturing to Adrien.

“Because his father is a controlling, abusive dick.” Said Michael, as he stopped rubbing his head, “In the month I worked with her, he stormed on set six or seven times and had to escorted off by security.”

Adrien was silent as he processed the information, he’d never heard about this side of his father. It did fit some of his father’s attitudes and actions.

“He… He did tell me to break up with Kagami after the news broke.” Said Adrien, quietly.

Michael had a smug look on his face, until Skye punched his arm. Skye then turned to Adrien and spoke to him, “Do you have any other family members that can take care of you? An aunt or set of grandparents, perhaps?”

“T-there’s my Aunt Amelie.” Said Adrien, making Skye nod and walked away, pulling her phone from her pocket as she did so.

“What’s she doing?” Asked Adrien, frantically looking around.

“Most likely contacting Child Services,” Said Michael, looking down at the panicking blond, “Since you literally just told us that your father has near total control over your life.”

Adrien looked around the room again, his breathing starting to come out in rapid puffs. He vaguely heard Michael swear as the world went dark.

Amelie Graham-De-Vanily quietly swirled her tea around in her cup. One of the two rings laid on the table. Felix had decided to go to bed early, since he’d pulled an all-nighter the previous night. She jumped when the phone suddenly rang. She spotted the number was from France and scowled, no doubt Gabriel noticed the ring was missing.

“Hello, Amelie Graham-De-Vanily speaking, can I help you?” Asked Amelie, already knowing Gabriel was going to be as hostile as possible.

“Mrs. Graham-De-Vanily? My name’s Skye Dupain,” Said a young woman’s voice, a French accent tinting her English, “I’m calling to inform you about the current legal situation with Gabriel Agreste and that you’re currently Adrien’s only known living relative.”

Amelie paused, before frowning, “What has my idiot of a Brother-In-Law done now?”

“Currently we’re investigating him on suspicion of neglecting and coercively controlling his son.” Said Skye, making Amelie stiffen.

‘Well, that explains why Adrien wasn��t able to attend my husband’s funeral.’ Thought Amelie, as Skye let her take it all in.

“Do you have any residences in Paris that you and your son can stay at while the investigation is on-going?” Asked Skye, “We’re going to need Adrien to remain in Paris, as this concerns him, and we will need his testimony in the case.”

“I believe I have a house somewhere in Paris,” Said Amelie, oblivious to Felix picking up another phone and listening in, “I’ll have to check, but are you sure Gabriel is abusing Adrien? I know he’s been distant since Emelie died, but actively neglecting and controlling Adrien’s life?”

“I’m not at liberty to say at the moment,” Said Skye, “But, we have gone over the case and spoken to a few employees. One has given cause for concern, but that is another case that’s also ongoing.”

“Right,” Said Amelie, sighing, “I’ll let Felix know and be there as soon as possible.”

“Right, thank you for your time.” Said Skye, before hanging up.

Amelie kept the phone to her ear, before saying, “Felix, you’re supposed to be asleep.”

There was a loud groan, before the phone was hung up and Felix stomped his was down the stairs.

“What’s this about Adrien being abused?” Demanded Felix, making Amelie sigh again.

Skye put her phone back in her pocket, before looking down at the case file in front of her. It was thick with sheets of paper filled with testimonies, bank statements and other pieces of legal evidence. Skye looked over at the other files, one filled with unfair dismissal cases, another filled with evidence of illegal substances and purchases, a third filled with Gabriel’s concerning relationship with Gabriel Agreste, the fourth filled with Emelie Agreste’s ‘disappearance’ and the subsequent unsolved investigation and the final one filled with the case that concerned Ms. Tsurugi and Marinette. Skye had said to her boss that she shouldn’t handle a case that involved her sister, but their firm was a total of five people, two of which were on holiday and another was off sick after taking a dip in the Seine.

There was a knock on the door, before a Japanese man strode into the office.

“I assume you’re the one handling Ms. Kagami’s case?” Asked the man, holding a thin folder.

“I am.” Said Skye, leaning back in her chair.

“These are the disinheritance forms signed by one Tomoe Tsurugi in regard to one Kagami Tsurugi.” Said the man, dropping the file on Skye’s desk, “I tried to talk her out of it, but that only resulted in Tsurugi dismissing me from her service.”

The man left without another word, before Skye groaned and slumped forwards.

Kagami sat in the corner of her cell, waiting for her mother to turn up. Part of her wanted her mother to tell her everything would be okay, but it’d been a week since she’d been brought here, and her mother had yet to show up.

There was a knock on her cell door, before it was unlocked and allowed Skye to walk in.

“Kagami,” Said Skye, hesitantly broaching the subject, “I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

Kagami stared up at Skye, trying to read her body language.

“I’m afraid your mother has chosen to disown you,” Said Skye, slowly, “her former solicitor approached me last night with the paperwork.”

Kagami didn’t react, she just stared at Skye, as the young woman waited for a response.

“This makes your case incredibly complicated, as we will need to find a family for you for when all this draws to a close.” Said Skye, running her hand through her hair, “But, don’t worry. I promise we’ll have something sorted out before everything’s over.”

Skye was quickly ushered out of the cell, leaving Kagami alone. Kagami sat still for a few moments, before pulling her knees to her chest and started crying.

Alya watched Marinette’s chest rise a fall; she no longer needed a ventilator to help her breath, of course, Marinette had to learn to breath on her own again; so, they made sure they had someone in the room with her. The nurse was reading a magazine in the corner, keeping one eye on Marinette.

“Kitty Section got a new gig this week,” Said Alya, quietly talking to Marinette, “Nino’s got one tomorrow, he hopes he’ll get his big break and fix all the problems in the world.”

Marinette said nothing, as usual.

“Lila’s been unbearable since this all started.” Said Alya, wincing at the thought, “Your, er, sister inspired me to do some research. You were right, Lila has been lying.”

Alya reached out and grasped Marinette’s hand, rested her head on the bed.

“Adrien’s been living with his aunt and cousin,” Said Alya, her eyes closing, “apparently his Dad was controlling him, which actually lost him custody and since there are rumours that he’s unfairly dismissed people and had an inappropriate relationship with people who’ve been underage, I think it’s fair to say that he’s no longer someone anyone want to be associated with.”

Marinette’s hand suddenly tightened and relaxed, making Alya bolt upright.

“M-Mari?” Gasped Alya, getting the nurses attention.

“What’s wrong?” Asked the nurse, approaching Alya.

“M-Marinette just squeezed my hand.” Stammered Alya, before the nurse turfed her out of the room.

Lila entered the classroom, expecting everyone to crowd around her and take everything she said as gospel, but instead she found them all laughing and hugging over something.

“Lila!” Cried Rose, spotting the Italian, “Have you heard the news?”

“What news?” Asked Lila, already thinking up a way to make it about her.

“Marinette’s woken up!” Cried Rose, happily embracing Lila.

Lila’s mind screeched to a halt, if Marinette had woken up, then she’d tell everyone what actually happened and everything Lila had would vanish.

“T-that’s great.” Said Lila, quickly glancing around, “Are we allowed to see her?”

“The police were speaking to her when Alya left,” Said Alix, frowning at Lila, “Alya was in the toilet when she woke up. Marinette’s mum was with her when she woke.”

Lila swallowed her nervousness, quickly thinking on how she could turn this to keep the consequences away from her.

“How can they be sure Marinette remember what happened exactly?” Asked Lila, getting a few frowns.

“Well,” Said Max, pushing his glasses up, “they’ll ask Marinette what happened and depending on if her story matches to what either you or Kagami said, then they’ll carry on from there.”

Lila gnawed on her lower lip, before the conversation moved on. If she went home, perhaps she’d be able to convince her mother to move to another country. Things had started to get stale anyway.

Half-way through the lesson, a woman and a couple police officers knocked on the classroom door.

“Please forgive the intrusion, Mdme. Bustier,” Said the woman, quickly flashing her badge at the teacher, “but we need to speak with Mlle. Rossi, regarding the currently ongoing cases, regarding her employment at Gabriel and the attack on Mlle. Dupain-Cheng.”

Mdme. Bustier nodded, before turning back to the class. Lila wasn’t out of the room, before she screamed, “Marinette and Kagami planned everything to discredit me!”

The detective and police officers all stopped, all eyes were on Lila, as the Italian finally realised what she just said.

“We haven’t even asked you anything,” Said the detective, slowly, “and that’s the first thing you choose to say?”

Lila nervously looked around, before she was guided out of the classroom. She was guided to the Principle’s office, where she found her mother waiting for her.

“Mama!” Gasped Lila, her eyes darting around, “What are you doing here?”

“I heard the Police wanted to speak to my daughter and I decided to be with you as emotional support.” Said Mdme. Rossi, as Lila slowly paled.

“Mlle. Rossi,” Said the Detective, sitting in a chair opposite Lila and her mother, “I was hoping you could walk me through everything that happened when Mlle. Dupain-Cheng was stabbed.”

“Oh, it was horrible!” Cried Lila, burying her face in her hands, to hide her lack of tears, “Kagami was out of control, she kept hacking at Marinette! I could only scream when she finally stabbed her!”

The detective was silent, before she leaned forwards, “And when did Mlle. Tsurugi break Mlle. Dupain-Cheng’s ribs?”

“Just before she stabbed her.” Gasped Lila, pushing her hands in her face.

“And her hand?” Questioned the detective.

“Before she broke her ribs.” Said Lila, feigning a sniffle.

“That’s odd.” Said the Detective, locking her fingers together, “Because, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng’s ribs are broken at the back and on the opposite side to her hand. So, unless Mlle. Tsurugi rolled her over and then stomped on her hand, then the footage we’ve got is wrong.”

Lila’s world broke.

Marinette shifted slightly, she’d been discharged from hospital and was about to go into the witness box.

“The people call Marinette Dupain-Cheng to the stand.” Said One of Skye’s business partners, Malcolm.

Getting sworn in was reasonably quick and Malcolm started asking questions.

“Mlle. Dupain-Cheng,” Started Malcolm, “Could you tell us what happened the day you were stabbed?”

Marinette took a deep breath.

Lila shoved Marinette against the locker, she was vaguely aware of a bag with something metal in it falling to the ground, before Lila jammed her knee into her gut and threw her on the floor. Marinette’s side hit a bench as she went down.

“You’re pathetic.” Sneered Lila, “You say you love Adrien, but you give him up for some other bitch.”

“That,” Gasped Marinette, slowly getting to her feet, “was Adrien’s choice.”

Lila sneered and kicked Marinette in the side, knocking her back to the floor, before she stepped on Marinette’s right hand and pushed down on it until she heard a crack and a cry of pain from Marinette. Marinette was fairly sure it was broken.

“You know you never had a chance with Adrien, don’t you?” Snarled Lila, punctuating each word with a kick, “he’d never be interested in a piece of filth like you.”

Marinette grabbed Lila’s foot mid swing and knocked the other one out from under the Italian. Lila let out a yelp as she fell, as Marinette slowly got to her feet.

“You know what?” Said Marinette, holding her side, trying to ignore the pain of a broken rib, “I can live with that. As long as Adrien is happy, I can be happy. Love isn’t something that requires both parties to feel the same way, because if you truly love someone, then seeing them happy is enough.”

Lila snarled and grabbed something from the bag, a sword, and went to stab Marinette with it. Marinette heard someone growling before Kagami charged forwards grabbed the sword from Lila’s hand and swing it at the Italian.

“Kagami, listen to me,” Said Marinette, her breath shaky, “you need to calm down.”

Kagami roared and went to slash at Lila, Marinette making sure to keep the blade from connecting with Lila.

“Kagami, stop!” Cried Marinette, as she parried another jab aimed at Lila, the distinctive sound of metal hitting metal rang through the air, “Kagami, this isn’t how you are!”

“She needs to be punished!” Snarled Kagami, advancing towards Marinette.

“Kagami, please, listen to me!” Yelled Marinette, “This isn’t you! Please, you need to calm down!”

“Kagami…” Said Marinette, as she struggled to breath, coughing up some blood as she spoke. The sword was removed. Everything then went dark, before she opened her eyes again to a brightly coloured room.

“After I woke up,” Said Marinette, trying to stay calm, “the Police asked me what happened I told them what I just told you.”

“Just to clarify,” Said Malcolm, smirking at Lila’s lawyer, “Mlle. Tsurugi didn’t attack you, but entered a blind rage when she saw you in danger and, excluding the already existing injuries, you were only injured because you got between her and Mlle. Rossi?”

“Yes.” Said Marinette, clearly.

“No further questions.” Said Malcolm, as Lila’s Lawyer stood up.

“Mlle. Dupain,” Said the Lawyer, an old, balding, fat man who looked at Marinette as if she was a piece of dirt.

“Dupain-Cheng.” Corrected Marinette, her tone flat.

“Dupain-Cheng,” Said the Lawyer, “is it true that you do not like my client?”

“I don’t dislike Lila,” Said Marinette, carefully adjusting herself so she didn’t aggravate the stab wound, “I dislike the lies she is telling people, as it plays with their emotions and their dreams for their future.”

“But you have no proof she’s lying.” Said the Lawyer, smugly.

“On her first day, I saw her steal a book that belonged to Adrien’s father from Adrien’s school bag and then dispose of it in a trash can in the park.” Said Marinette, her tone flat, “I then followed her and saw her lies exposed by Ladybug.”

Lila’s lawyer paled slightly, before clearing his throat, “Hearsay, you have no proof that she lied about anything.”

“I didn’t need to,” Said Marinette, flatly, “The lies she started telling when she returned from hiding in her room, were poorly made and only required a quick google search to disprove.”

Lila’s Lawyer paled further, before looking at the judge.

“No further questions.” He muttered, before Marinette was dismissed from the box.

Kagami’s leg bounced, her host parent glanced over and her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Everything’s going to be okay.” Said Claire, gently rubbing Kagami’s shoulder.

Kagami nervously swallowed, while Maria took hold of Kagami’s hand.

“You just need to go up, tell them what happened and answer their questions.” Soothed Claire, while Maria looked at Lila and her lawyer.

The process of Kagami being called to the stand and sworn in came too quickly for the girl’s liking, Malcolm had gone over the basics with her the day before.

“Mlle. Tsurugi,” Said Malcolm, approaching the stand, “I only need you to answer yes or no to my questions. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Said Kagami, as Lila’s Lawyer smirked.

“On the 17th of September, you entered College François Dupont’s locker room to get changed for a fencing lesson, is that correct?”

“Yes.” Said Kagami, getting a nod from Malcolm.

“You said, in your statement to my colleague,” Said Malcolm, picking up a folder in his desk, “you saw Mlle. Rossi grab a sword from a bag and try to stab Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, is that correct?”

“Yes, it is.” Said Kagami, as Lila started to whisper in her Lawyer’s ear.

“After that, you described the following series of events that led up to the stabbing incident, as if you were not in control of your own body. Is that correct?” Asked Malcolm, putting the folder down.

“Yes.” Said Kagami.

“No further questions.” Said Malcolm, returning to his seat.

“Mlle. Tsurugi,” Said Lila’s Lawyer, looking at the Japanese girl, “Is it true you believe on acting first, despite not having the full picture?”

“Yes.” Said Kagami, looking at the lawyer.

“So, if you found that your boyfriend viewed a girl, who wasn’t you, and one that he clearly held feelings for,” Continued the Lawyer, “you wouldn’t wait for further clarification and you’d immediately go on the attack.”

“No.” Said Kagami, shaking her head.

“Just like how you didn’t wait before attacking Mlle. Rossi and, subsequently, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng.” Accused the Lawyer, “You saw the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, didn’t you, Mlle. Tsurugi?”

“No.” Said Kagami, shaking her head harder.

“Or perhaps Mlle. Dupain-Cheng was simply collateral damage.” Said the Lawyer, before Malcolm stood up.

“Objection, Your Honour. M. Strand is forming baseless accusations.” Said Malcolm, leaning forwards, his hands resting on the desktop.

“Sustained,” Said the Judge, before turning her gaze on Strand, “Monsieur Strand, I do hope you have actual evidence to back up these allegations.”

Strand grinned, “My client’s account of the situation will confirm the allegations.”

The Judge glared at him, “The testimony of one sixteen-year-old girl, who has been denounce as a liar by three different witnesses and has herself claimed to have blacked out and only woke up to see Mlle. Dupain-Cheng already wounded.”

Strand’s grin slowly fell from his face, and looked over a Lila, who had paled significantly.

“Permission to call a recess.” Said Strand, sweat forming on his forehead.

“Granted, we’ll reconvene in thirty minutes.” Said the Judge, slamming her gavel onto the desk.

“Strand’s got nothing to stand on.” Said Malcolm, as Skye handed coffees around, “Compared to who we’ve got, the case is ours.”

“So, he’s stranded.” Said Adrien, looking up at the legal expert.

“Not how I would’ve put it, but yeah, he is.” Said Malcolm, Lila had accused Adrien of harassing her, both at school and at photoshoots. Those claims were quickly refuted by Adrien’s classmates, the photographer Vincent and scars that adorned Adrien’s arms in the shape of Lila’s fingernails.

Adrien had another court date, in regard to Gabriel’s neglect and emotion and verbal abuse towards Adrien. A bell rang, signalling the people to head back into the court room. Malcolm walked up to his desk, with Skye sliding in next to him, as Strand stood up, his eyes glued onto his desk.

“Against the advice of her counsel, Mlle. Rossi wishes to take the stand.” Trembled Strand panic clear in his eyes.

“Mlle. Rossi,” Said the Judge, leaning forwards, “If you take the stand, you will be open for cross examination.”

Lila gave the Judge a sickly, sweet smile, before she nodded, “I understand your honour.”

“Mlle. Rossi, could you please recount the event of Friday, September 17th?” Asked Strand, a smirk on his face.

“I was arguing with Marinette in the locker room, she was just about to leave when Kagami burst in and tried to kill me,” Said Lila, tears starting to form in her eyes, “Marinette got caught between us and was stabbed, there was so much blood.”

“You said you and Mlle. Dupain-Cheng were arguing.” Said Strand, as Lila faked a wince.

“Someone had vandalised one of her sketchbooks,” Said Lila, “she thought I’d done it because I was the last one to leave the room it was in.”

“I have no further questions, your honour.” Said Strand, smirking at Malcolm.

“Mlle. Rossi,” Started Malcolm, approaching the girl, “you said you and Mlle. Dupain-Cheng were ‘arguing��, at any point, did the disagreement turn physical?”

“No, we were only using words.” Responded Lila, unknowingly walking into a trap.

“Then, how, may I ask, did Mlle. Dupain-Cheng suffer; a broken arm, a broken hand, two broken ribs and three fractured ribs, a skull fracture and a shattered ankle? Your Honour, I’d like to introduce items 14-JT, 15-JT, 16-JT, 17-JT, 18-JT and 19-JT into evidence.”

“She, she must’ve gotten them when Kagami attacked.” Said Lila, a small amount of panic appearing in her voice.

“Mlle. Rossi,” Said Malcolm, “you just said Mlle. Dupain-Cheng was caught in the crossfire, when all of these could be considered defence wounds.”

“M-Marinette did put up a fight.” Said Lila, trying to cover her story.

“Mlle. Rossi, you are aware that there is video evidence that contradicts your version of events?” Asked Malcolm, before turning to the Judge, “Your Honour, if you will permit it, I’d like to add item 16-JS-B into evidence, it is footage from the security camera the school locker room, it has also recorded audio.”

“Sustained.” Said the Judge, as a TV was wheeled into the courtroom.

The TV screen flickered into life and started playing the recording.

Lila shoved Marinette against the locker, a bag fell from the top of the locker, before jamming a knee into her gut and throwing her on the floor. Marinette’s side hit a bench as she went down.

“You’re pathetic.” Sneered Lila, “You say you love Adrien, but you give him up for some other bitch.”

“That,” Gasped Marinette, slowly getting to her feet, “was Adrien’s choice.”

“You know you never had a chance with Adrien, don’t you?” Snarled Lila, punctuating each word with a kick, “he’d never be interested in a piece of filth like you.”

Marinette grabbed Lila’s foot mid swing and knocked the other one out from under the Italian. Lila let out a yelp as she fell, as Marinette slowly got to her feet.

Lila snarled and grabbed one of the swords from the bag and went to stab Marinette with it. Kagami charged forwards grabbing the sword from Lila’s hand and swing it at her.

“Kagami, listen to me,” Said Marinette, her breath shaky, “you need to calm down.”

Kagami roared and went to slash at Lila, Marinette making sure to keep the blade from connecting with Lila.

“Kagami, stop!” Cried Marinette, as she parried another jab aimed at Lila, the distinctive sound of metal hitting metal rang through the air, “Kagami, this isn’t how you are!”

“She needs to be punished!” Snarled Kagami, advancing towards Marinette.

“Kagami, please, listen to me!” Yelled Marinette, “This isn’t you! Please, you need to calm down!”

“Kagami…” Said Marinette, as she struggled to breath, coughing up some blood as she spoke. The sword was removed.

“As you can see, Your Honour,” Said Malcolm, “Mlle. Rossi has been lying on the stand in regards to the entire situation and sequence of events.”

“I now understand your reasoning for add additional charges against Mlle. Rossi.” Said the Judge, looking down at Malcolm, “Attempted Murder in the second degree and truancy. I believe that the Jury has seen enough to make a verdict.”

The Jury deliberated for an hour, before returning to the court room.

“Has the jury reached a verdict?” Asked the Judge, looking at the jury members.

“We have, sir.” Said the foreman, shuffling his feet.

“How does the jury find on the first count on the indictment, attempted murder in the second degree?” Asked the Judge, leaning back in his chair.

“Guilty, Your Honour.” Said the Foreman, looking down at the paper.

“How does the jury find on the second count on the indictment, truancy?”

“Guilty, Your Honour.”

“Mlle. Rossi, even without these charges, you would’ve been sentenced for your continued perjury in this court room,” Said the Judge, “you are hereby sentenced to 30 years in prison, you will start serving the sentence at a juvenile detention centre and, one you are of age, will be transferred to an appropriate prison to serve out the rest.”

The Judge banged his gavel on the desk, before dismissing the court.

Kagami looked around her new room, Maria and Claire had decided to adopt Kagami, after Tomoe had refused to allow Kagami back into the home to collect her belonging, instead having all of them burnt to a crisp.

Kagami took a deep breath, finally realising this was her first day of being a normal girl. There was a groan and a wheeze, as Marinette struggled to lift a box up.

“You’re going to tear your stitches!” Said Kagami, striding over and taking the box.

“The doctor said he might invest in getting me a cone.” Said Marinette, slumped against the door, “I can now write properly with my left hand.”

“Considering that your right one is fucked,” Said Kagami, carefully helping Marinette up, “I’m sure the compensation that Madam Rossi had to give you will help in finding someone who can get it back up to fighting strength.”

“I’ve actually got a physiotherapy session tomorrow.” Said Marinette, dropping herself onto Kagami’s bed, “Adrien’s helping with the animal’s downstairs.”

“Are you sure it’s not Felix?” Asked Kagami, dropping down next to Marinette.

“Nah, Felix hates cats,” Said Marinette, looking at the ceiling, “and I think he’s afraid of me.”

“I’m not surprised.” Responded Kagami, looking at Marinette.

Adrien joined the two girls half-an-hour later, dropping himself onto the bed and curling around them.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #kagami tsurugi #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #lila rossi #tom dupain #sabine cheng #caline bustier #michael dupain cheng #skye dupain cheng #delta writes #angst #tw: violence #hurt marinette #i just bullshitted my way through this

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404gendernotfound · 4 years ago

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Shy (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Summary: You are an extremely shy person and usually don’t socialize a lot, but when the Bakusquad invited you to one of their sleepovers you couldn’t say no. What you didn’t know was that the others had planned something to get back at Bakugou for teasing and criticizing you on your shyness.

Contains: fluff

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 3,1 K

Enjoy!

This story was inspired by this beautiful drawing of shy Bakugou.

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Being shy was one of the traits I would love to get rid of. Ever since I was a little girl it was extremely hard for me to talk to strangers, especially since I wasn’t really tall and easily felt intimidated. If it just happened around strangers I would still be able to handle it somehow, but even talking to my classmates and friends at UA sometimes really was a challenge for me. Most of them were aware of my situation and considered it whenever they could, but there was one person among them that couldn’t care less about how uncomfortable I sometimes felt. He always complained about me being too shy and told me to just relax a bit. I wish it was as easy as he made it sound.

“Hey dumbass! What are you zoning out for?”, I suddenly heard and was pulled back into reality.

Speaking of the devil. I looked up just to see Bakugou standing in front of my desk with his arms crossed before his chest. Mina, Sero, Denki and Kirishima were also standing around me looking at Bakugou with angry eyes before they looked back at me. I noticed my cheeks turn red from all the attention and hid my face behind my hands.

“Tch. Look at you, blushing like a tomato again, idiot. Can’t you get used to your friends at least?”, Bakugou asked and crouched down so he was on my level.

“S-sorry”, I stuttered and peaked through my fingers just to see Bakugous amused face.

It really bothered me how much he basically bullied me with the fact that I couldn’t keep my calm and turned into mobile heater from blushing, but at the same time I couldn’t really be mad at him. I enjoyed the company of the Bakusquad and especially of him. I must have zoned out again since Mina tapped my shoulder to get my attention.

“Y-yeah?”, I asked embarrassed about the fact that I hadn’t listened to her.

“We asked if you wanted to join us at our sleepover tonight at the boys dorm.”, she repeated slightly laughing.

“Oh. Y-yeah s-sure”, I stuttered and Kirishima ruffled through my hair.

“Great. Remember to bring blankets, snacks and comfy clothes”, Sero said and leaned against the desk next to mine.

“And Mina don’t forget to bring ‘the’ stuff”, Denki said and winked at her.

She started to smile knowingly and leaned down to me.

“We’ll get back at Bakugou for teasing you so much. I’m sure you’ll like it”, she whispered and my cheeks instantly turned a darker shade of pink.

“What did you tell her?”, Bakugou asked in his usual angry tone, but Mina just started to laugh.

“Nothing you need no know”, she smiled and winked at me.

If I wasn’t a blushing mess already, I definitely was now. I really just wanted to disappear right here and now. I was glad that Aizawa had finally entered the room and it was time for the next lesson. Throughout the next hour I noticed how Bakugou would check up on me every now and then from the seat in front of me. It made me feel a little uneasy which he must have noticed since he turned around and slipped a piece of paper onto my desk. “Stop being so tense. Just relax, dumbass” was written on the paper and I had to giggle quietly. Bakugou had a weird way of comforting people but even if it was different, it really made me happy to know that he cared. The rest of the lesson passed by pretty fast and we all made our ways back to the dorms.

Time was flying by like crazy since it was already getting dark when I finished my studies. I looked at the clock. Mina promised me to get me for the sleepover when she was ready so I was waiting for her in my room. I had packed a little bag with some blankets, my favorite pillow and the plushy that I couldn’t sleep without. I knew that Bakugou would probably make fun of me because I still needed a plushy to fall asleep but I didn’t really care about that right now. I was more curious about what the others had planned for tonights sleepover. After about half an hour of me watching random videos to pass time someone knocked on my door.

“You ready, cutie?”, Mina asked as she walked into the room, making me blush again.

“I-I’m ready.”, I answered and grabbed my bag.

Mina took me by the hand and we left the room together. While we were walking over to the boys dorms she kept holding my hand.

“Relax. They’re not gonna eat you alive and if they try I’ll stop them.”, she said smiling and squeezed my hand reassuring.

Mina was right. This was my first sleepover with them but I knew that they wouldn’t judge me. We arrived at Bakugous room and I knocked since Mina had her hands full.

“Come in”, I already heard Kirishima from inside and shyly opened the door.

As the door opened wider I could already see that they had started to build a pillow fort in the middle of the room or at least they tried. It looked more like someone had just dumped blankets and pillows onto a pile on the floor. Mina let my hand go and grabbed my bag from me before she brought them to the other side of the room. She started to unpack and threw the blankets and pillows at me. I started to laugh since she did it on purpose and I fought against falling from the impact of the things she threw at me. The last item that Mina had grabbed from my bag landed straight in Bakugous face who grunted angry.

“What is this?”, he asked and looked at the plushy in his hands.

“Give it back”, I said and tried to grab it from him but he held it over his head so I couldn’t reach it.

“Get it yourself”, he smirked and held it even higher.

I struggled to reach that high and even tried to jump so I could get it but I was nowhere near reaching it myself. I was getting frustrated and didn’t even really notice that my eyes had started to water until I heard Kirishima say something.

“Stop it man! Look at her”, he said before Bakugou looked down at me.

As he saw the tears in my eyes he instantly dropped his arm and gave the plushy back to me.

“You’re such a jerk”, I said and walked over to Kirishima with the plushy pressed against my chest.

He pulled me into his arms and softly pet my head. I didn’t want to cry but the tears just started to flow.

“See what you did”, I heard Mina scold Bakugou behind me and snuggled closer to Kirishima.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know she would start crying”, Bakugou apologized.

Kirishima looked down at me and softly smiled.

“Are you ok? Bakugou can be an idiot sometimes”

“I’m ok”, I whispered and separated from the hug.

As I turned back around I saw Bakugou look at me with an apologetic look on his face. He really must be sorry. After Sero had joined us, Denki and Kirishima had prepared some snacks and brought them to our little nest on the floor before we all sat down. Mina made me sit between her and Sero so I didn’t have to sit next to Bakugou. We talked a little bit about random things that came to our mind until someone noticed that I was being more quiet than usual.

“If you’re uncomfortable here, I can bring you back to your room”, Mina said but I shook my head.

“If she wouldn’t be this shy and embarrassed it would be way easier”, Bakugou mumbled to himself, but we all heard it.

“That’s enough. I bet you had moments in your life where you were embarrassed too”, Sero said and scooted closer to me.

He looked like he was ready to fight Bakugou if he needed to, just so he could protect me. We all looked at Bakugou who looked like he was about to explode.

“I’ve never been embarrassed and you will never see me like that. Ever!”, he said and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Oh we’ll see about that in a sec”, Mina said, stood up and grabbed her bag before sitting back down.

I looked at her confused while Denki looked amused and helped Mina empty her beg onto the floor. There was a bag of make-up, an orange sweater with a patch saying “Boom” on one of the sleeves, some cute band aids and some other cute accessories. I instantly knew what they had planned. As soon as Bakugou realized what he was about to experience he scooted back and shook his head.

“You’re not gonna turn me into a girly. Don’t even try!”, he protested.

“You said you would never be embarrassed so prove it”, Sero said.

They all looked determined to let Bakugou get a taste of his own medicine and I was ready to help too. Bakugou had no chance to get out of this now.

“Fine! But just this time. And if you do something weird I’m gonna kill you all”

“Deal”, we said in unison and had to laugh.

It took a bit more convincing from Kirishima to let us do out thing. Bakugou changed from his shirt into the sweater and tried to look into the mirror on his wardrobe.

“Nah uh. No looking until you are ready”, Mina said and then looked at me.

“Make sure he doesn’t look”, she said towards me and I nodded.

I got up and sat down on Bakugous bed and put my hands over his eyes so he couldn’t see.

“Is that really necessary?”, he asked annoyed.

I suddenly felt a little more confident than usually. It was kinda nice to have the power over someone. I leaned down and whispered into his ear.

“Yes it is. Now shut your pretty mouth”, I said and looked into 4 shocked faces.

Now that the attention was back on me my confidence quickly vanished and I wanted to hide again. While I tried to get my blushing under control I watched Kirishima make a little ponytail into Bakugous hair with a cute hair tie. Denki placed a colorful necklace around Bakugous neck. We looked at his appearance and he already looked way cuter than before. Mina grabbed an eyeliner, mascara and the cute band aids and looked at me.

“Do you wanna do the last finetuning?”, she asked and I noticed my cheeks turn red again.

“O-ok”, I stuttered and moved my hands away from Bakugous face still making sure he wasn’t looking.

She gave them to me and whispered what I had to do. I nodded and then shyly got on top of Bakugous lap so I could get closer to his face.

“W-What are you guys doing?”, he asked and I watched his hands form into fists.

“I-I just n-needed to get closer to your f-face. Don’t worry. I won’t do a-anything weird”, I reassured him and watched his hands relax again.

“I trust you”, he whispered and my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

I needed to relax. I was sure my face was red like a tomato right now and I was glad that Bakugou had his eyes closed. I grabbed the eyeliner and cupped his face with one of my hands before I started to apply it. I was slightly shaking so I had to be careful to not make the lines crooked. As I was done I had to apply the mascara onto his eyelashes.

“Can you open your eyes for me?”, I asked and watched him open his eyes slowly.

As soon as our eyes met I noticed butterflies in my stomach. God why did I have to get a crush on Bakugou. I tried to keep my calm and moved the mascara to his eyes.

“Hey! What are you doing?”, he asked and moved his face back.

“I need to put mascara on your lashes. D-Don’t worry. I’ll make sure n-not to h-hurt you”, I explained.

“Fine”, he hissed annoyed.

I had to admit that his eyelashes were really long and pretty. I carefully grabbed his face with one hand and applied the mascara with the other. It took some time since he kept flinching and blinking. He closed his eyes again after I was done. I then grabbed one of the band aids and placed it on the bridge of his nose. It was pink with little hearts on it and really looked extremely adorable on him. I grabbed two of the other band aids and put them on one of his hands before I looked at him again. He looked really cute and I was sure that he was definitely going to be embarrassed when he saw himself in the mirror. I looked at the others who gave me a thumbs up.

“You’re done”, I said and Bakugou opened his eyes again.

Of course he looked directly at me first since I was still sitting on his lap.

“Oh. I-I should m-move. Hehe. Sorry”, I laughed awkward and got up from his lap.

We all looked at Bakugou who examined himself before Denki gave him a hand mirror so he could look at himself properly. As soon as he saw himself we watched his cheeks turn pink and he immediately tried hiding his face in his sweater.

“What the hell did you do to me?”, he asked embarrassed.

“We just wanted you to know how she feels”, Mina said.

Bakugou peaked at me from behind his sweater.

“Do you really feel like that all the time?”, he asked and I nodded.

He stood up from the floor and walked over to me. Before I even knew what was going on, he had already put his arms around me and pulled me into a hug.

“I’m so sorry. I will never joke about you being embarrassed or shy ever again. I promise”, he whispered and hugged me even tighter.

I’ve never been this happy to be embraced by someone like right now. I could hear his heart beat in his chest and was able to take in his sweet scent. I never wanted to part from this embrace anymore, but then I remembered that we weren’t alone and I cautiously pushed him away from me. Bakugou looked down at me and his soft smile made him look even more adorable. We sat back down and spend the rest of the night talking and watching movies. Bakugou and I were leaning against his bed when the current movie came to an end. The others had already fallen asleep on the floor, while I was still wide awake. We turned off the tv and just sat there in silence for some time.

“Looks like they’re fast asleep”, Bakugou said next to me.

“Yeah. Looks like it”

Silence fell over us again until Bakugou began to speak again.

“Do you think I look cute?”

“Do you mean right now or in general?”, I asked back instantly regretting the last part I said.

“Both”

I turned my head towards him and took his appearance in once more. Yes, he definitely looked really cute right now and even though he always looked pretty intimidating to everyone at first, I still saw that cute side of him that was caring for his friends more than for anything else. I leaned my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes while taking a deep breath.

“Yes and yes”, I answered.

I was expecting him to get angry at me for calling him cute but instead he grabbed one of my hands and placed it in his, softly caressing it.

“I’m glad”, he whispered and I opened my eyes again to look at him.

Even though the room was barely lit I could see the slight shimmer of pink on his cheeks. My heart skipped a beat again and I almost instinctively leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I really like the embarrassed Bakugou”, I said and smiled at him, my cheeks heating up even more.

“Uhm…we should get some sleep too”, he said and awkwardly scratched his neck before he let go of my hand and stood up.

“Y-yeah. You’re right”, I agreed and looked around the room.

There was still enough space for me to sleep on the floor so I grabbed one of the blankets and searched for my plushy. As I couldn’t spot it anywhere, I looked up to see Bakugou laying on his bed with the plushy in his arm.

“Are you searching for his?”, he asked slightly smiling.

“N-no. I was just…”

He quietly giggled before he pat the space next to him. Did he want me to join him on his bed? My cheeks began to burn again as I stood up and laid down next to him. I didn’t really know what to do with myself so I just laid there quietly looking at him. He smiled at me before he gave me my plushy. I pressed it against my chest and cuddled with it.

“You really are adorable”, he whispered before he slowly put his arm around me and pulled me closer.

The only thing that was separating our bodies right now was the plushy between us.

“Do you really need that plushy to sleep?”, he asked.

“I always need something to cuddle or I can’t fall asleep at all”, I admitted slightly embarrassed.

“Then you could just use me”, he whispered and grabbed the plushy from between us, putting it into the corner of his bed.

My face was now bright red as he pulled me even closer and entangled his legs with mine so I couldn’t run away. Bakugou smiled as I shyly put my arm around him too so I could feel his warmth better. He pulled the blanket over the both of us before he looked at me one last time.

“Goodnight Bakugou”, I mumbled against his chest trying to hide my embarrassed face.

“Goodnight, my little idiot”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero acadamy #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader

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johannstutt413 · 4 years ago

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(requested by mathmaticalknight)

“Alright, remember everyone: this is a rescue mission.” The Doctor, a knife as long as her forearm in hand, was giving a final brief to her team. “We already have ground teams clearing the streets of Reunion so we can get in, find survivors, and get them out of here to somewhere much, much safer, whether that’s RI or somewhere else. Do not engage hostiles unless absolutely necessary, especially since they may be confused civilians and not Reunion. Are we all clear on our objectives here?”

A hand came up in the back of the vehicle. “When do we meet back here?”

“You’ll rendezvous with our mobile command center whenever you escort survivors to it. Once you’ve filled your van, you’ll stand by the MCC to provide additional security, as the more people we find, the more likely tensions might rise. Thank you for the question, Fang...Anything else?”

“If a civilian does attack us,” Gavial added, “we try non-lethal force first, right?”

She nodded. “Yes, incapacitate as a first measure. If that is insufficient...do what you need to for the sake of the rest of those you find. Alright, going once...Twice...Each Squad has been given a direction; each of you should have a navigator to make sure you’re mostly sticking to that direction. Watch your GPS units, notate where you search and where you find survivors. Let’s go. Anyone who doesn’t know where you’re going, you’re with me.” And with that final clarification, each team found their assigned van, and the rescue team dispersed.

“Do you want to drive, Doctor?” Amiya gestured to their van.

“That I do not.” She handed her protege the keys. “But I do call shotgun.”

Gravel bolted into the vehicle. “I call behind the Doctor!”

“The undying thirst continues.” Warfarin rolled her eyes but nonetheless followed the Zalak’s lead.

“I did remember to teach you how to drive stick-shift, yes?” The Doctor asked once they were all in the car.

Amiya gave her a quizzical look. “Dr. Kal’tsit taught me to drive, Doctor.”

“Oh...” She looked around for a second seatbelt before taking a deep breath. “Well, girls, this might be a little bumpier than I expected...”

And with that, the Caster set her pedal to the metal, and they were off.

“From what I remember, we encountered a heavy presence coming from the direction of Peterheim Middle, so we should at least make a pass by it...Left at this intersection.” The Doctor had given herself the role of navigator for her team.

“I see a flag!” Meteor called out. “Right side of the road, two buildings up!...If you can call it a building still.”

Savage grimaced. “Geez. It looks like it collapsed in on itself.”

“Catapult’s work. Just the blast residue is enough to identify that much...Amiya.”

“Right.” She slammed the breaks, accidentally turning it just enough to send it spinning out of control for a moment. Luck was with her, however, as the spiral left them not only still on the road, but on the sidewalk next to the crimson flag. “Um...Sorry about that!”

The passengers recollected themselves quick, fast, and in a hurry to get to the business at hand. “Savage, looks like you’ve got some work to do.”

“If there are people in there, though, I might hurt them. I don’t have fine control over how much force I transfer...”

“If you swing at the left wall, it’ll destabilize it to the point the rest of the debris will fall to that side.” The Doctor gestured with her blade to a point in the left wall. “Flag’s on the right side, better chance they’re on that side than the other.”

Gravel returned from a trip around the building. “They’re on the left! I just talked to someone named Rada! They’re all in the kitchen, along this wall!”

“The wall I was gonna smash for you, Doctor~” Savage walked over to the right wall of the building, looking for the best place to hit from.

“Thanks, Gravel.” The Doctor sighed. “Alright, Warfarin, be ready for first aid just in case. Meteor, you’re on overwatch, just in case. Amiya, Gravel and I will standby to help them get out-”

There was a *boom* as the already degraded structure fell in on its right side, removing a great deal of the rubble stacked precariously in the center and making the left side seem manageable. “Step 1 done! I wonder if-”

“Gah!” Accompanied by the sound of someone exerting a great deal of effort, a single brick was pushed out, followed by a hand.

“Alright, new plan!” The Doctor dashed towards the rock pile. “Everyone except Warfarin, let’s clear this rubble out!”

As four pairs of hands worked to safely clear away bricks in order to leave a hole without collapsing any on those trapped inside, the hand that broke through initially revealed itself to belong to a teal-haired Ursus girl in a tattered middle school uniform, looking for all the world as if she’d crawled on her hands and knees through hell and back. Another figure, a blonde Ursus, joined in as well, babbling her thanks as Gravel and Amiya tried to calm her down. Eventually, they’d safely cleared enough for a crawlspace, which they both climbed through, followed by three more of what could only be presumed were their classmates.

As Warfarin administered diagnostics and emergency nutrition, one of the survivors, a reddish streak visible in her hair even through caked blood and dirt, walked over to the flag as if in a trance and tore the cloth from the pole before wrapping it around her arm. Amiya noted this as Warfarin gave the Doctor the details of her scans. “Principle concern is dehydration - they’re surprisingly well-fed, all things considered, and most of the blood isn’t theirs. Even so, their adrenaline is causing massive spikes in their heart rate, so I would advise returning to the MCC so they can be calmed and more properly attended to.”

“Hmm...Yes, we should probably-”

“Savage!” Meteor called from further down the street. “We’ve got another one!”

The Cautus bounded that direction, skidding to a stop in front of a cellar door with what might’ve been a slab of foundation keeping it from being opened; through a crack in the boards that composed it, another Ursus person was visible, breathing feebly. “...Stand back!” With a grunt, she swung at the offending chunk of concrete, powdering it completely, before helping the Kuranta wrench open the door and retrieve another school-aged survivor. “Her heartbeat is so slow...We’ve got to move. Doctor! Start the van!”

“Amiya, the keys?” She handed them over instantly. “Thank you. Savage, can you hold her- Holy shit.”

“With all due respect, now’s not the time to stall out!”

“Right, right! Everyone’s in?” Confirmation from her team, acknowledgment from the teal-haired survivor. “Vroom.”

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“She really said ‘vroom’ as she drove us back?” Leto asked Istina as the six members of the USSGG sat around the dinner table.

“She did,” the advisor nodded. “It was such a strange occurrence, I’d be rather hard-pressed to forget it.”

Zima tore off a piece of steak as she said, “I was sure I took a bandana, not a flag.”

“They called it a flag, whatever it was originally. More tea, Zoya?”

“No, I’ve had enough, thank you.” Absinthe sighed. “This does explain why Meteor has her eye on me, despite the fact I’m not a Sniper.”

Gummy nodded. “She’s also really friendly. We should go to one of her board game nights some time!”

“That sounds like a great idea. Natalya, did you get everything you need?”

“Yes, this should be sufficient.” The Sniper finished her notes with a flourish. “I must say, I’m impressed you remember so much about that day, considering the state we were in.”

Istina shrugged. “There are some moments you can never, must never forget...As we all know quite well.”

“Mmhmm.” Six Ursus nodded their heads in unison.

“I should take this to the Doctor before her shift ends.” Rosa set her teacup in the middle of her empty plate and stood up. “Don’t start the movie without me.”

The general flashed her a mutinous smirk. “No promises.”

“Right. I’ll be back soon!”

“...So are we starting the movie?” Leto asked, looking around the table. “I mean, we can at least get the trailers out of the way, right?”

The chef got up. “Zoya, can you help me with the dishes tonight?”

“Sure, Rada.” Absinthe took her own plate, Zima’s, and Leto’s, and walked off to the kitchen.

“It feels like we’re a real family now, doesn’t it?” Leto leaned back in her chair, pushing her legs against the round table’s center post. “Like a sisterhood or something!”

Zima gave her a quizzical look. “Family, sure, but sisterhood? Your brain stays on after 2100 hours, right?”

“I dunno, Sonya. Deepcolor has a couple books that-”

“That’s enough of that.” Istina took her place in the precisely-established TV room arrangement. “We’re waiting for them to finish with the dishes before starting the movie, yes?”

The general and brawler followed her, with Zima giving the advisor a nod. “And for Nat, is she’s not back by then.”

“Oh? So she is growing on you, huh?” Leto tapped her target’s shoulder playfully.

“Yeah. That a problem?” She grinned back, returning the play-punch a little harder. “I won’t hesitate, bitch.”

The brawler tackled her, landing squarely in the brawl-space Istina and Rosa had set aside specifically for moments like this. “Then I won’t, either!”

“...Hopefully Natalya returns before one of them knocks the other unconscious.”

#arknights #um...i dunno who to tag here #lemme know if you have a preference #a LOT of Operators making an appearance #anyway i don't think this is what I would've written when I first received the prompt #so everyone with more than one line gets a tag #SO...#amiya (arknights)#gravel (arknights)#warfarin (arknights)#savage (arknights)#meteor (arknights)#leto (arknights)#zima (arknights)#rosa (arknights)#gummy (arknights)#istina (arknights)#absinthe (arknights)#arknights fic

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nicostolemybones · 5 years ago

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Odd One Out

Tw: references of ableism, discussions of consent and boundaries (just to clarify there is not underage sex referenced implied or depicted as a result of this discussion so no worries)

Nico was always the odd one out. No matter what, there was always something about him, always a strike against him. Son of Hades. Immigrant. Gay. Neurodivergent. Disabled. That last one was a relatively new revelation for Nico- it wasn't like he hadn't noticed the pain, hadn't used being lazy or being in the underworld as an excuse for people to leave him alone on days where the pain was so bad he couldn't move- because he didn't want anyone to know. And he didn't want it to be real. All he had going for him was his ability to fight, his freaky powers that gave him the upper hand, his command over the dead. But some days he was in so much pain that he'd lay in bed and cry. Sometimes after using his powers he'd pass out asleep for far too long to be normal. And it was getting worse, because he'd been ignoring it.

It wasn't that he thought less of himself for it. Or that he was ashamed. It was the limitations. And sure, people loved to tell him that he could do anything and he was only limiting himself- but that wasn't true. Sure, today he could go and train with Percy. But he'd probably collapse in pain, potentially cause himself irreparable damage trying to push himself too far. He'd end up in the infirmary with Will having to sit him up whilst he cried out in pain, he'd be unable to stand because the pain would be so bad he couldn't physically load bare.

Simply: he had physical and mental limitations. And Nico was struggling to accept that.

He was struggling to accept it because yesterday he was running around playing capture the flag, and this morning his hips felt like somebody had a cheese grater on his joints every time he moved, flaring with a sharp and dull burn. His body felt heavy and sore and he felt like he was suspended in a heavy raincloud- he barely had the strength to get up. He hadn't slept last night- he'd tried, but Nico suffered with insomnia. It wasn't abnormal for him to go several days unable to sleep, even with sleeping tablets. It also wasn't abnormal for Nico to flit in and out of long bouts of naps for two days straight unable to eat or move apart from to go to the bathroom.

He was struggling to accept it because nobody else did.

Today he was using his walker. He'd already had a camper say he didn't need it because he was running just fine yesterday. He'd already had someone chastise him for using the disabled toilet because he wasn't really disabled. He'd already had someone tell him he was useless as a demigod. He'd already had someone say he wouldn't last long because natural selection would pick him off. Not disabled enough to deserve aids, too disabled to deserve respect. Not visibly disabled enough for people to accommodate his needs, too visibly disabled for people to not speak to him like he was an infant- or worse- ask someone else what was wrong with their friend whilst saying what a shame it is their friend is disabled. Nico wished the word used was disabled. Instead it began with an s. Then when Nico yelled at them the next word used against him began with an r.

He went back to his cabin after that for a shower- he could feel his energy just draining away by the minute and his pain was worsening and he knew he'd probably be unable to shower comfortably soon. He knew he'd probably need his wheelchair for a few days. And he knew camp was absolutely fucking terrible to navigate in a wheelchair. Tables were too low or too high, the apparently flat ground was bumpy and he kept almost tipping out every time he hit a bump, uncut grass kept snagging in his wheels, he couldn't reach a lot of stuff, and the ramps- the ramps were so fucking steep Nico was practically sisyphus reborn but instead of pushing a boulder up a hill it was Nico trying to push himself up a goddamn ramp just to use the bathrooms. Unstoppable force meets immovable object. Nico was scrawny- strong yes, but malnourished and disabled. Pushing himself up those bumpy steep accessibility ramps made him want to tear the whole thing up and scream. And then the doors- wide enough for a wheelchair yes. But not wide enough when someone's arms are at the sides trying to push themselves through it. Nico's arms were so scraped and grazed already from the doors- which were heavy and did not stay open, trying to close and hitting him repeatedly, and then there was so little room to actually manoeuvre anywhere. Nico was losing his mind. And then his cabin- well that was just steps, of course he had to struggle up them.

So despite knowing he should probably use his chair today, he kept to his walker. He was in so much pain and he knew he should be in his cabin or in his chair but it was so much hassle at camp and any time he complained somebody was always there to tell him that camp was fully accessible for people with real disabilities. He was sick of it. Sick of people defining his disability, his accessibility, his capabilities, his limits- sick of people seeing his mobility aids as a burden to Nico. Because no, they weren't a burden to him. They were helping him to fucking move. He needed them and he wanted them. He didn't care if people kept telling him they were unattractive or how much more amazing his life would be if he just tried to walk. Bitch he didn't owe anything to anybody, he didn't have to put himself through pain just to be somebody's inspiration porn. And worse- whenever Nico called someone out, rather than apologising and listening, they'd wax poetic about how much of a good ally they were trying to help and how Nico was being ungrateful.

When Nico emerged from his shower, he was surprised to see Will Solace sitting on his bed- Nico blushed a little, but he was even more surprised to see his walker completely covered in yellow smiley face stickers. "Will?"

"I know people really suck," Will said, "and I know you feel like the odd one out and I know you get insecure because you're tired of everyone's bullshit. So I just- I wanted to remind you that it's all okay. Something to make you smile. Also I wanted you to know that I don't see your mobility aids as ugly or tragic like they all think I do. And I like putting stickers on all my favourite things and- your walker helps you to be in less pain and that's important to me. I don't care if it's bulky or if it's always in our photos. It's a part of you, kind of, and I love and accept all of you, and I hope the stickers don't come across as me trying to improve the walker and make it less ugly and if it does let me know so I can apologise and stuff…" Will trailed off, glowing nervously, in a way that Nico found endearing.

"Thank you," Nico said softly, "for trying to cheer me up, for not- treating me like a burden- for always trying to make me feel like I'm worthy of love."

"You are, Nico," Will said softly, "you're a person, a good person, you deserve to be respected and loved and you deserve the world, okay? And I can't give you the world but I can be cheesy and put my favourite stickers on your stuff to try make you smile. And maybe think of me when you feel sad and you look down at the floor. Because then when you're sad and you look down on the floor you'll see the happy smiley stickers and that's me reminding you that I love you and accept every part of you and assholes can fuck off and shut up. I know a few stickers won't fix everything but I hope it at least makes you feel less alone."

"Will…" Nico knew his angsty demeanor was completely melting. He could feel the heat in his cheeks.

"I'm sorry if I'm not helping very much…"

"You fucken dork," Nico smiled, making his way to Will. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetcheeks."

"Call me that again and I'll rip your face off," Nico laughed.

"Sure thing. Sweetcheeks." Nico laughed. If Nico was uncomfortable with a pet name, he'd always say so, seriously. He'd communicated this with Will- threats were playful banter in response to cheesy nicknames, and meant he was okay with them. Will knew Nico wasn't uncomfortable and trusted that Nico would communicate if he was. Will rested his hands on Nico's hips, and Nico moved them up to his waist instead. "Sorry," Will said sheepishly, "is that a no-go always or just right now?"

"I'm not sure, Nico answered honestly, "I just felt a little uncomfortable because your hands were so close to my ass and my junk. I think maybe I'd be okay with you holding my hips when I'm not on edge, but wait until I give you the okay to do so? I'll move your hands where I want them to be."

"Of course, I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable." Nico leaned down to kiss Will softly, and Will still looked guilty.

"Will, I'm not upset. You haven't crossed my boundaries. I trust you. I know that if you get handsy I can just push you away and I know we'll always talk about it. Relax and kiss me. I'm grumpy and I want to be carried to campfire later."

"You mean you want to feel my muscles whilst I carry you?"

"Shut up," Nico blushed, letting his fringe fall over his face, "but yes. I have a gorgeous boyfriend, why wouldn't I take the time to appreciate that once in a while?"

"I'm jealous of your boyfriend," Will joked, and Nico snorted.

"Fucking dork. Wanna make my day and take me out for lunch?"

"Of course I do! But out of curiosity how much do my chances of kisses-"

"Sleaze," Nico joked.

"I'm kidding, Neeks. Even if I didn't ever get kisses I'd still love you and go out with you. You don't owe me kisses."

"I know," Nico smiled, "I trust you and your self control."

"What about my intentions?"

"Will. You're a teenage boy. So am I. Of course I don't trust your intentions," Nico joked, and Will snorted and glowed.

"Okay okay I want so badly to tell you you're wrong," he giggled, followed by "but seriously. My intentions are to make you happy, not to get in your pants. I mean I won't deny that my mind is very familiar with being in the gutter but I respect you and your body and your consent and your worth as a person. My dirty mind is my responsibility not yours. We're kids, casual dates and kisses are more than enough."

"Will, I love you and I know this," Nico smiled, "It's okay to joke about these things and have these feelings. I don't feel pressured by you at all. It's fun getting you all flustered and riled up. But I do appreciate that you always respect me and I do appreciate that you always clarify that I'm enough. But we've already had these serious talks, it's okay to joke about and talk about it. It's kinda flattering. You're my boyfriend. I'm comfortable with your feelings for me and I'm comfortable enough with you to know how much you respect me and love me."

"Does this mean I can stare at that ass in training?"

"Will. Do you really think I'm not purposely teasing you when you come to watch me train? With the tight leggings and my hair in a bun? Taking my top off?"

"Wait what." Will was staring, dumbfounded. He was bright red to the tips of his ears and glowing. Nico smirked. He liked teasing Will.

"I know you like it," he admitted, "consider it my treat."

"Neeks you don't have to put yourself on display and wear things for my benefit, my feelings are my respo-"

"Will. Shush. I know you're being respectful and I love that about you but have you thought that I like knowing I make you feel like that? I do it because I want to. Not because you'd like me to. But I like flustering you. I love it when you finally allow yourself to stare at me and you have to excuse yourself. It's fun, it's harmless. We're not crossing any boundaries by flirting. You're allowed to like my body. You don't make me uncomfortable and I'd say if you did. Relax. I like it when I catch you staring at me. When you're eager to kiss me. It makes me feel wanted. I like feeling sexy and wanted. I like knowing that my boyfriend finds me attractive. This is your permission to shamelessly stare at me and think about me. I know you won't cross my boundaries or make me uncomfortable or try to rush our relationship until we're old enough. You're a perfect gentleman but Will please be at least a little selfish sometimes? You can stare at me and you can ask for kisses. It's okay to be needy. It's okay to want kisses. It's okay to want- well, me, things, relationship stuff! I know you're trying to make sure I'm comfortable and happy. But Will. For gods sakes that doesn't mean you gotta act like a monk or something. It isn't a bad thing to be selfish and ask for kisses. You don't need to feel guilty for wanting to kiss your boyfriend. You don't have to wait for me. Just kiss me. Just grab me in the mornings and pull me behind the infirmary and pin me against the wall kiss me silly. Just pull me close of an evening and kiss me slow and hot just the way you like it. I'd tell you if I wasn't in the mood for kisses."

"O-okay!" Will looked like a very radioactive tomato. His blotchy red blush was reaching down his neck and he was glowing like crazy.

"Well?"

"Well w-what?"

"You're dense, Solace," Nico huffed, yanking Will to his feet and kissing him hard. "Kiss me and don't hold back. I trust you won't take it too far."

"O-okay! Yes! I can totally do that! The kiss of your life-"

"Will, stop being adorable! Shut up and kiss me like you mean it-" Will seemed to finally get the message and engage his last brain cell, and gods, Nico could die like this, because Will was a filthy kisser, and gods, Nico loved it.

Nico didn't feel like the odd one out with Will. Instead, Will made him feel like he was his whole world, one in seven billion. Will made him feel special and wanted and loved.

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abbyilr1967 · 5 years ago

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Whatever You Need, I’m There - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Peter is going on a school trip to Europe. This will be the longest you two have ever been apart, you assure him that you will be fine, but it’s him you're really worried about.

A/n: This kind of turned into an accidental mini-series, this part takes place during Spider-man: Far From Home. If you haven’t read the other parts here is the link for that: Out Of Time Masterlist. If you are new to my page I suggest you check out some of my other works here: Masterlist.

Warnings: swearing.

Word Count: 1.2k

You run off of your father’s jet as soon as it lands among the field of flowers, leaving Happy behind you in your dust.

“Peter!” you shout at him as he limps his way towards you. You can see he’s shaken up.

“Y/n? Is that you?” he asks nervously.

“Yes, Yes of course,” you respond.

“Tell me something only you would know,” he shouts at you. You’re taken aback by his request but oblige, thinking for a moment before speaking.

“Do you remember, when you came on our family vacation, and Dad caught us in the hot tub-”

“Ok! Ok it’s you,” he cuts you off. He limps quickly over to you and falls into you.

“Pete honey, what happened?” you ask as you cradle the back of his head against you.

“I messed up, I messed up so bad,” his voice is muffled by your shoulder.

“Let’s get on the jet, I’m sure we can figure this out,” you say as you usher him towards the jet.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine without me? I can always stay back,” Peter asks you at the airport.

“I’ll be fine, this trip will be good for you, no Spiderman duties. You deserve some time off,” you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck in a tight embrace. He picks you up by the waist and holds you close to him.

You remember when Peter told you that Mr. Harrington and the faculty at Midtown Tech were planning a trip for the kids that were killed in the blip. You thought you wouldn’t be able to go that long without Peter, he had been by your side ever since the death of your father. He was your rock, but you knew that you were his rock too. Peter was never one to share his emotions with anyone very easily, but you could tell that he was hurting. You knew he’d tell you when he was ready, so you didn’t want to push it too much. You knew he needed this trip to relax, and you were going to be strong for him.

Peter sets you back down with a kiss, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too, “ you whisper back. “Now go on, before you miss your flight,” you say as you let him go.

“Goodbye,” he says as he reluctantly lets go of you.

“Bye Aunt May,” he says as he kisses her cheek.

“Behave,” she says as she squeezes him tightly. “I will,” he chuckles in response.

Once she lets go of him he walks back towards his classmates, while you and May head towards her car.

Once you reach her car, you climb in the passenger seat. When you’ve settled down you reach into your backpack, and pull out some of Peter’s sweaters, throwing it on over top of your t-shirt.

May smiles at you. “You really love him don’t you,” she asks.

“I really do, I’m gonna miss him so much, but I know he needs this,” you say.

“He’s lucky to have you,” she says while turning the car on.

“I’m lucky to have him too,” you say quietly as she drives off.

You get back on the jet and set Peter down on the seat.

“Let me find the first aid kit,” you say before leaving the main cabin. While you’re rummaging around for the first aid kit, you can hear Peter crying. Before you head back out to the main cabin, you listen to words flowing out of Peter’s mouth.

“Don’t tell me to relax Happy, how can I relax after I messed up this bad!” Peter shouts.

“I trusted Beck, and I gave him the only thing Mr. Stark left behind for me, and now he’s gonna kill my friends, and half of Europe. So do not tell me to relax,” he says bitterly. You can hear him flop back down the chair, and you take that as your queue to re-enter the main cabin.

You walk in to find Peter with his head in his hands. You walk over to him and place a loving hand on his not injured shoulder.

“Let’s patch you up,” you say softly. He nods his head lightly in response.

“Turn a little for me hon,” you say tenderly, Peter turns so his back is facing you. “Thank you.”

You gingerly lift up the back of his shirt to examine his gash. You grab dab the cleansing towelette on his wound, and he winces. Once the wound is clean, you prepare the needle and thread for his stitches.

“Last one,” you say as you finish off the stitches.

“Gah,” Peter pounds his fist on the table as you tug the last stitch closed. You set the items back in the kit, and close it up.

“So,” you start. “How do we stop this guy,” Peter had been filling you and Happy in on everything that had happened since he met Beck in Italy.

“Happy give me your phone,” Peter asks, holding his hands out as Happy tosses him his phone.

“I need to figure out where they are,” he scrolls through Happy’s phone until he finds what he’s looking for.

“London,” he said, turning the phone towards you, showing Flash’s live stream from the London airport.

“Alright, let get going then,” Happy says as he walks towards the cockpit

“I’ll need a new suit,” Peter says, looking to you for guidance.

“ I’ve got you covered babe,” you say as you stride over to the control panel towards the back of the plane. With the press of a button, the back compartment of the plane turns into a mobile work station.

“My dad had it installed so he could modify suits on the go,” you tell Peter.

“Holy shit,” You watch Peter walk through it, examining everything.

You watch as he is drawn over to the workbench, he begins looking through all of the functions he could design his new suit to have. ‘He looks like a kid in a candy store’ you thought. You watch as Peter continues to work with the technology around him, smiling at him as he continues to design his new web-shooters. He looks up and his eyes catch yours.

“What?” he asks playfully.

“Nothing, you…” you take a second to admire Peter. “You look just like Dad,” you say.

Peter stops what he’s doing, looking down at his feet. The expression on his face distorts.

“I miss him,” Peter says.

“I do too, but we’ll get through this, together.” you walk over to Peter and stand beside him, giving him a quick side hug.

“Oh, that reminds me,” you say as you run past him and towards a storage compartment.

“I’ve got my suit too,” you say giddily while displaying the case which held your suit.

“I’ve always got your back, Pete.”

“That’s why I love you,” he says lovingly before he goes back to working on his web-shooters.

Once Peter has finally finished his suit, you both get suit up and get ready to drop down into London. Peter climbs onto the outside of the jet, while you use the boosters in your boots to fly alongside him.

“Hop on!” you shout through your intercom at Peter. In one swift motion he flings himself over onto your back.

“Be safe out there,” Happy says before turning the jet in the direction of Peter’s friends.

“You ready baby?” Peter says in the intercom.

“Ready as I’ll ever be Pete,” you reply as you both look ahead at the chaos ensuing.

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always5hineee · 5 years ago

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Before It Rings- Chapter 5: Up In Arms

Chapter warnings: Mild language and mild graphic content

Word count: 1741

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Not even a week passed before Taeyong wanted to move on. He was concerned about the oncoming zombie hordes. Although he had no information on the location or direction of the hordes, Johnny was insistent that they had a few days. He had been out to scout the area more times than anyone else combined, and he gave them nearly two days' time to be up and out.

On a similar note, the wireless connection was the first to go, and Doyoung was the first to notice it. He notified Johnny immediately, and then again as soon as cell cut off. Johnny then noticed that the towns he was searching for supplies no longer had pressurized water. Society was very quickly falling to shit.

Despite his indication of two days to prepare, Taeyong was insistent on leaving. Although he was trusting Johnny's information on direction, he seemed to be in a much greater hurry than was necessary. Of course, it resulted in quite the argument.

"We have time, we need to be organized and precise." Johnny explained to him as they started to pack up.

"We won't always have time, though. We need to know how to be ready for an emergency situation."

"But shouldn't we do well when we have the chance? We'll deal with an emergency situation when one actually arises. Be prepared, not paranoid."

"Yes, well, maybe I'm concerned with all the extraneous systemic garbage you've put up."

"It's functional, you'll thank me for it later."

"No, I won't, because we're not doing it again."

"Who put you in charge?"

"No one! I'm not- look, it's just not practical. I-"

"Uh, guys?" A voice called from beside them. Spinning to face it and breaking up their argument, they saw Mark. He was on crutches, and clearly in pain, but it was still him. His legs were bandaged tightly in what appeared to be several first-aid wraps, and he was doing his best to keep it off the ground.

"Mark!" Taeyong practically shouted, moving to help support him. "What are you doing up? And where did you get these?"

"Johnny gave them to me-" He started to say as Taeyong spun again to continue fighting.

"You made him walk?!" Johnny put his hands up in defense.

"He was lying around and he felt useless. I figured some mobility would lift his spirits."

"That's not-"

"It's fine, really." Mark reassured him. "It was nice of him, I appreciate it." Taeyong was still unhappy with it, but didn't want to disagree with Mark. "Anyway, I saw you guys talking, and... with all due respect, shouldn't you be helping out?" This drew their attention to the camp.

Jaehyun and Yuta were trying to move a large box, Haechan was confusedly ripping apart a tent, Doyoung was furiously messing with some pile of strange plastic, WinWin was carrying things back and forth to put in the van from a pile that Taeil was creating- They were the only ones not working.

"Yeah... yeah I guess we should." Taeyong grumbled, giving Johnny a look like they'd talk about it later. And with that, they moved to help, leaving Mark to continue getting used to his second pair of legs.

It wasn't long before they were on the road again. Taeil was driving his own car, while Johnny drove the van. Taeyong was the only one who wanted to take the silver car, though. The rest chose to ride with Johnny. Taeil could sense how annoyed he was, but decided not to comment on it. That was none of his business.

They drove for what felt like days, but was pretty much just an hour. Once he found a spot they liked, Taeyong had Taeil drive up beside the van and flag them over. Johnny took a 'moment' to notice them, but in reality he was probably just choosing to ignore them. They needed to find a better way to communicate with each other... Maybe the others would have an idea. For now, this would have to suffice.

When they were all stopped, Taeyong kindly asked Yuta to get a fire going. He moved to do so immediately, happy to get away from what was inevitably coming next.

"We should probably start setting up camp." Johnny suggested. "It's gonna be dark in a few hours."

"We don't need a 'camp', we can set Mark his tent up and the rest of us can use sleeping bags."

"That's pretty inadequate for shelter." Johnny argued. "What if it rains?"

"The sky is clear."

"Alright, how are we supposed to keep our supplies organized?"

"We can just get it out of the car."

"But what if-"

"We're not setting up a whole ass camp, okay?!" He finally demanded, putting a hand to the bridge of his nose. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to start dinner." Eye twitching in annoyance, Johnny played it off.

"Fine, I'm busy anyway." He left it at that, moving to the back of the van. He was likely going to get something. Taeyong had to wait for him to finish in order to grab food, but didn't see what he was carrying as he walked towards the trees.

"Where are you going?"

"Out." Whatever. Not like her cared. He rummaged through the bins, finally finding some soup cans. He didn't remember picking those up... must have been Johnny's extra runs. Well, it would do for today. As they moved to sit around the fire. He still hadn't returned when they began to eat, but Taeyong started the discussion.

"I was thinking, we could probably use a better means of communicating. Maybe we can find some walkie-talkies or something?"

"Actually, I was thinking the same thing." Doyoung cut in. "I would have spoken up sooner, but I've been modifying them. As of now, I've gotten them up to about a five mile range. I've been working on raising the bar a little, but they're functional. A good few channels, too." Eyes lighting up, Taeyong grinned.

"Doyoung! That's incredible! That'll work perfectly. It'll help with raids, too. In that case, let's move on to the discussion of our plans for the future." As he said that, though, their friend returned. Walking just outside of the light of the fire, Johnny's voice rang out.

"Hey, any dinner left?"

"Yeah, come grab some." Jaehyun said, not wanting to give Taeyong and him a reason to argue again. Everyone had noticed and no one wanted to say anything about it. Instead, Jaehyun just held out a paper bowl full of the watery meal. As Johnny reached out to grab it, though, he practically screamed, dropping it on the ground and spilling the soup everywhere. The rest soon followed, backing up and leaving him alone in the face of the flickering flames.

To grab the bowl, he had to lean basically directly over the fire. He did so with his left hand- or rather, where his left hand had been. In its place was a disgusting, familiar purple arm.

"Johnny! Y-you got infected!" Haechan pointed unwillingly, swallowing the distaste in his throat.

"Oh, this? No, no, it's perfectly fine. See?" Bringing his elbow into the light, he pointed to the crook. His entire arm was lines in black surgical stitches, and it was dripping a disgusting mix of clear fluid and blood. Haehcan turned around, trying to keep from throwing up. The rest looked on in fascination.

"There's a metal plate beneath. It keeps the blood from getting infected. See, I found it prudent that we keep zombie flesh on hand. If we choose to experiment with it or learn more about the zombies in hopes of surviving, we need to have on-demand samples. So, I took an arm with me after a fight. The problem was, it was dying... so finicky, zombies are. If the head is dead, the body is soon to follow." Flexing his fingers, he continued.

"So, how to keep a living part alive? Attach it to a living whole, hmm? I've figured out that the infection doesn't spread through dermal connection, but rather blood borne infection. So, I've connected the skin. My hypothesis is that it stays alive. See? Perfectly prepared. I can even move it! Strange, huh?"

"W-where did your real arm go?" Mark asked, concerned. "Did you get in a fight?"

"Huh? Oh, no, I couldn't really have two arms. Even that seemed an impossible feat for what crude shit we have going on here. So, I made room!" Haechan stood up, moving towards his sleeping bag and holding his stomach.

"I'm going to bed." Taeyong, however, was reacting basically in the opposite.

"What the fuck is wrong with you! We've been in the apocalypse for a week and you're already some fucking psycho?"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, you heard me? You're an idiot! That shit's gonna be infected within the hour, and you're gonna fucking kill us all! You've been trying so hard to look like you know what you're doing, you've been trained so hard to get us to follow all your shitty rules, but I'll be fucked if you get us all killed! Just fuck off!" Even Johnny looked taken aback as everyone stared on, wondering what was going to happen.

"...You really want me to leave?"

"Yes! You're a danger to yourself and to us! I hope I never see you again!" Johnny looked down, and then back up, gaze unwavering.

"Fine."

"Fine." Taeyong moved in the direction of Haechan, clearly planning on going to bed. Johnny began to walk off into the distance... into nowhere.

"Wait," Mark called, running up as best he could with crutches to stand next to him. Pressing something into his new arm, Mark muttered,

"I snagged this from Doyoung. We can surf the same channels as them. Stay in contact."

"We?" Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean... yeah, can't I come with you?"

"No, you should stay here."

"But... but what Taeyong is doing is wrong, I can come and-"

"Stay here."

"But I-"

"Please, Mark." He looked over, showing how deadly serious he was. "Please." The boy paused, looking down and shifting his weight.

"Promise you'll call?"

"...I..."

"Promise?" With a sigh, Johnny finally conceded.

"Fine. I promise."

"Do you want a ride?" Taeil asked as Mark returned to the fire.

"No, I'll be fine." And he slowly, but surely, walked out into the dark.

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thebeethathums · 6 years ago

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Observers - 60

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Warnings: injury, abduction, abuse.

A/N: Full warning to those of your following this that the next few chapters have a lot of violence and conflict that may be triggering to some. I will do by best to put as much in the warnings as I can but please read at your own discretion

Glancing warily towards the door to his office, Lestrade let out a tired but content sigh, kicking his feet up on his desk to enjoy his afternoon coffee and muffin in peace. It had been a thankfully quiet few days with Sherlock on the West End case and though he was still on call for if he and John ran into trouble, the detective inspector couldn’t help but enjoy the lull in his normally hectic schedule. He had just begun happily munching on his muffin when Donovan popped her head through his door, “We’ve got a domestic case I think you-“ “Not our division,” he called nonchalantly, taking another bite of his muffin, and you stepped into the doorway, “How about a favor for a friend then?” His eyes went wide as he choked on the mouthful he’d just taken and you gave Sally a nod as you stepped into his office and shut the door behind you. You’d already gotten her to promise not to mention anything about this to anyone, surprising how pity can change a person’s attitude toward you. Sinking down into one of the chairs across from him with a wince, you patiently waited for him to catch his breath so he could voice his first question, “Did Sherlock do this to you?”

You shook your head vigorously as his eyes wandered over you, taking in every visible marker of pain. Both your eyes were rimmed with dark bruises and the rest of your face wasn’t any better with bruises and small cuts and scrapes patterning nearly every inch of it and your lips split in two different locations. Lestrade could see that the rest of your body was likely in a similar state given that the bruises continued down your neck to disappear under your shirt.

“It looks worse than it is. Mostly superficial. He thought he'd have time to do more,” you assured as you shifted, face looking extremely pained, and he caught a glimpse of the raw skin around your wrists as he breathed, “What happened? I thought you were supposed to leave for France yesterday.” You looked down at your lap, unsure of how to put into words all that had occurred since the train station the day before, “I was… I ran into some trouble at the station. My ex-boyfriend sort of… abducted me.” “How did you get here then? Do John and Sherlock know?” “He’s a bit daft in addition to not having expected me to fight back. I’m not the same person as I was then... he made the mistake of assuming I was in addition to putting me in handcuffs. It took me a bit to get out of them and longer to come up with a plan... eventually, I had an opportunity. I broke his nose and locked him in the room he was keeping me in,” you explained and Lestrade would have laughed at your captor's stupidity if you didn’t look so bad, wincing as you continued, “Which brings me to my favor. Will you collect him and deport him back to France? Sherlock and John don’t and can’t know about this, it’s too much of a risk… I can’t have either of them in jail for murder because they were trying to protect me or get revenge.” Lestrade gave you a confused look, “You only want me to deport him? You could press some serious charges, (F/n). They would put him away for a very long time.” “No, they wouldn’t. He’s a cop… doing that would just be a delay to him getting sent back- they would demand you send him to France to face the charges and, as always, he would use his friends and connections to get out of it. Filing a domestic violence complaint is enough to get his visa revoked and have him deported. That’s all I need.” “What if he comes back?” “That is someone else’s favor, Greg. You pick him up and get him out of England. I’ll handle the rest. Can I count on you?” “Of course. Anything,” he nodded and you leaned forward to write down all the information he would need and fill out the proper form before softly requesting, “May I borrow your mobile?” He was quick to nod, offering it to you. You gave it right back after shooting off a text, moving to stand as you said, “Thank you, Greg. Please call on me if there is any way I can return the favor.” “Are you sure you shouldn’t see a doctor?” he asked, hastily standing, and you offered him a tight smile, “I’m fine, Lestrade. Believe me when I say I’ve had much worse… Now if you’ll excuse me I have somewhere to be.” You turned and walked out the door before he could protest any further, leaving him to sort of gape before barking out a series of orders to his team- he wasn’t going to let you down. You had always loved rain but as you stepped into the street now you loved it for an entirely different reason, beyond grateful that it gave you an excuse to pull your jacket’s shielding hood up to keep away not only the rain but the inquisitive stares as well. You ignored the soreness of your body as you swiftly strode to your next destination, avoiding the intimacy of a cab in favor of the anonymity of the rapidly emptying streets. For once, you hoped that your brother was caught up enough in the case to miss the fact you hadn’t called the day before like you'd promised, things were bad enough without him worriedly nosing around to try and find you. A few tears slipped down your cheek as you tried to reassure yourself that everything was going to be ok. You could handle this. You’d always known this was a possibility and right now you could only be glad that neither Sherlock nor John had gotten dragged into it… and that somehow you’d managed to keep from having a panic attack. Then again the day was far from over. You slipped through the door to a small upscale piano bar, catching the eye of the bartender with a small wave to which he nodded and jerked his head toward one of the private rooms in back. He was an acquaintance from a while back and you had a standing agreement that when you sent people here in search of you he should show them to one of the back rooms without any questions- your artist friends were a secretive bunch and liked to play it mysterious. Stepping through the door, you found Mycroft staring into a roaring fire with a glass of brandy in hand, “May I ask why you’ve called me to this place, (F/n)? Could we not have met at your friend’s café as we normally do?” “Don’t play games, Mycroft. You know I’m supposed to be in France… there was a risk of being seen had we had gone to Annie’s,” you answered as you crossed the room. You stretched your hands toward the fire for a moment as he hummed, “You did not answer my first question- why am I here?” He looked up at you for the first time as you shrugged off your coat and hung it near the fire to dry before turning to him, “I need a favor.” His eyes widened ever so slightly as they took in your state, getting a glimpse at even more than Lestrade had now that your jacket was off, and didn’t bother with all the pointless questions, going straight to, “What do you need?” You sank down in the armchair across from him, looking deeply into the flickering flames of the fire, “Keep him from returning to England. I know you can… I’ll do whatever you ask of me in return.” Mycroft was quiet for a while before beginning, “You’re trying to protect your brother and mine. They have no idea you are here or what’s happened to you and if you had it your way they never would. You’ve been to see Lestrade and he’s agreed to do his part. I’m impressed that you’ve managed to keep a clear head through all this, though given what I know about you from our previous talks I can’t say I’m surprised. I will do as you ask… but not because I desire a favor in return. You are important to my brother and by extension me and you are one of the few in this world I find sufferable… it would be difficult to replace you should this escalate further.” Blinking for a moment to try and process that, you nodded, “Thank you, Mycroft. I appreciate it more than you will ever know.” The fire crackled for a while longer as the two of you enjoyed the silence and then you stood, beginning to struggle with your coat as you tried to avoid needlessly jostling your arms, both hosting nasty looking bruises from being twisted and wrenched around. Mycroft was swift to come to your aid, taking your jacket from you to offer you his own for a looser, less agitating fit, “Where do you plan on staying while you wait for your plan to play out?” Your subsequent silence answered his question and he pulled his coat snuggly around you as he hummed, “You’ll stay with me. I have extra room and extensive security.” Knowing from his tone that it was more of an order than an offer, you just nodded and let him lead you away as the shock, pain, and exhaustion finally settled in. You’d handled it… now to deal with the aftermath.

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twinkletwinkletruly · 3 years ago

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Also, we need to stop thinking that “person in wheelchair = person who cannot walk or stand up ever” (obviously a lot of wheelchair users cannot stand or walk, but this is about those who can)

Like, pain is not always a constant. Sometimes you’ll have days that are good, where you won’t need much help at all, and other days you can’t walk five steps without crying. Some people have days where they need the aid, and days where they don’t! I don’t need any aids yet personally, but I still sit close to the doors in busses, cuz I know sitting down for pro-longed periods is gonna make me less mobile once I get up. Some days I can take the stairs just fine, some days I take them because I’m stubborn (and kinda scared of elevators) and some days I take the escalator, cuz my knees are being stupid. It shifts with weather, temperatures, humidity, my own personal physical or mental health. I can’t predict if I won’t be able to lift my arms or not, depending on the day, and when I do end up needing mobility aids, I’ll still feel self-conscious about people seeing me some days with aid and some without it, cuz society has made me suspicious of that too, and I hate it!!!

hierarchy of disability mobility aids

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fallout4holmes · 5 years ago

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Journal 48

In the morning we ate, smoked, and started back to Diamond City. Cait’s aggressive energy from yesterday had disappeared into a sour depression.

"I don't understand these Minutemen. Why the hell would you bother helpin' a bunch of lowlife farmers and settlers for free?"

"Those lowlife farmers and settlers are people trying to survive. By helping them, the Minutemen hope to make the Commonwealth a better place to live."

She scoffed, "And you're the man in charge o' this do-gooder nonsense."

"I am."

"Ask me to salute and all you'll be seein' is me middle finger."

"I don't ask anyone to salute, but they do anyway." I switched on my Pip-Boy's radio to check both Radio Freedom and the Valentine Agency signal… and found something else entirely.

“This is an emergency broadcast. Our caravan is under attack by hostile robots, and need some serious help. We're just east of Wattz Consumer Electronics. Anyone in the vicinity can come help, now is the time. Ada, loop this message.”

“Yes, sir.”

"Guess we're goin' that way?" Cait sighed as I started running.

"Aren't you always looking for a fight?"

"Fightin’ a robot’s like hittin' a trashcan, but I suppose I'll take it."

We found them northeast of the old electronics warehouse. The caravan was under attack by half a dozen robots the likes of which I'd never seen before. They were all assembled from scrap, an amalgam of parts turned into deadly mobile weapons. Who had built these things?

A modified assaultron fought on the side of the caravan, along with a few other robots. I hurried to assist, even though the bodies lying next to the fallen brahmin told me we were too late. The air was full of smoke and the smell of electricity as lasers fired and unstable engines exploded. When the carnage was over, the only things left standing were myself, Cait, and the caravan's assaultron.

The assaultron approached a man lying in the dirt. "Jackson, someone has answered your distress call. Jackson?" She paused, the reality around her registering. "My friends… did not survive the attack." She turned to me, "Thank you for assisting. I was certain to meet my end here as well."

"We came as fast as we could when we heard your distress call," I said. "Are you alright?"

"Thanks to your timing, my diagnostics show only superficial damage. I wish I could say the same for my late friends."

Cait scoffed, "Looks like it was your lucky day."

"Cait," I scolded.

"An interesting choice of words," the assaultron said. She sounded conflicted.

Cait didn't notice. "What sort of robot are you, anyhow?"

"I am heavily modified, but at my core, I am an assaultron. My name is Ada. This was the third time we'd been attacked by robots like these. Even with the weapon and detection upgrades Jackson gave me, I was unable to defend them."

"The third time?" I asked. "They must be targeting you for a reason."

"Probability is high that I am part of that reason," Ada stated. She gestured to three fallen robots among the caravan, "Besides myself, Jackson also created Turing, Hurtz, and Porter. Our built in modifications would be desired pieces of salvage."

"Who was Jackson?"

"Jackson was the leader of this caravan. He had a great mind for technology. In many ways, he is my creator. He installed all my current upgrades. Unfortunately, they were not enough to protect them from the robots. Perhaps if I had more sentry bot based defenses, I could have successfully defended my friends."

I cut off Cait's response, "Tell me about these robots."

"They roam the Commonwealth and claim to be restoring order. We’ve seen them fighting raiders, but they’ve also attacked innocents. Settlers, merchants, and caravans like ours. We knew we ran the risk of encountering more of these hostile robots if we stayed in the Commonwealth. If only we had made the decision to leave."

Restoring order? They were either horrifically malfunctioning or they were programmed by a psychopath. That aside, "You couldn’t have known something like this would happen."

"The probability of attack was high. I should have forced our departure. In recompense, I will seek justice for my friends and stop these robots from causing further harm. I will uncover the source and confront their leader; the Mechanist."

Cait snorted. The name sounded like a joke, I admit, but it also sounded strangely familiar. "Who’s the Mechanist?"

"The only information I have comes from eyebot broadcasts. The false claims of peace and justice... the only certainty is that these robots bring only death."

I frowned. "Finding and confronting this person will be a dangerous undertaking."

Ada considered me a moment. "For me alone, it certainly is. You have shown willingness to aid others. I ask that you please assist me in stopping this Mechanist. In return, I can give you the schematics to build your own robot workbench, like the one Jackson used to build me, so you have additional resources in this undertaking."

Cait was suspicious, "Didn’t know robots could want revenge."

"I admit my goal is twofold. Stopping the Mechanist both protects the Commonwealth and allows me to avenge my fallen friends. I won't rest until I see this threat dissolved. I owe it to them."

If this Mechanist person was threatening the Commonwealth, then the Minutemen would be called on to address the threat. "I’ll do it."

"I wish I had the proper vocal registry to express my gratitude. Now, we last saw a group of the Mechanist robots at the General Atomics Factory. You may find information there that will lead us to the Mechanist. I will follow and assist with your permission."

"Of course, Ada. My name is Holmes, this is Cait. Would you object to stopping at Diamond City first? There's someone else there who could assist."

"That is reasonable. It is on the way to the factory, and more people assisting will greatly increase the probability for our survival and success."

"Why are we standin' round?" Cait huffed, and we started south.

Diamond City Security is becoming accustomed to me walking through the gates with strange companions. "Oh come on, Mr. Holmes. Ain't enough you got your own robot butler, now you got an assaultron?"

"She's not mine, she's a client."

"Client? Robots can be clients?"

As we passed, a second guard muttered to the first, "He's sleeping with one, why not?"

The first turned on him, "Hey, Nicky ain't a robot, and that's none of our damn business."

Ada was understandably confused. "Excuse me, sir, I did not understand that exchange."

"I'm a detective," I explained, "as well as the General of the Minutemen.”

"He probably ain't even gonna charge you for his help," Cait grumbled.

“As for the rest,” I continued, “it will make sense shortly.”

I stopped at the house first. “Codsworth?”

He soared in from the workshop, “Mr. Holmes, welcome home, sir - Oh! We have a guest.”

“Codsworth, this is Ada. Her caravan was recently destroyed. I’m going to help her find the person responsible.”

“Oh my. I’m sorry for your loss,” he said to her, “but don’t fret. My master is just the man to see justice done to the villain.”

“Thank you,” Ada said. “He seemed most capable in combat, and I have heard positive rumors of the Minutemen he said he leads.”

“Absolutely,” Codsworth confirmed with pride. “Mr. Valentine will no doubt be joining you as well, which puts you in the best hands in the Commonwealth. Ah, he should be at the Agency I believe, Mr. Holmes.”

“Thank you, Codsworth, I’ll find him,” I said. “I’ll ask Ada to wait here with you, if that’s alright?”

“Of course, sir, couldn’t be happier to keep a lady company. It isn’t often I get to talk to a new robot. And, if I may say, madam, I’ve never met an assaultron with such distinct modifications as yours.”

Cait groaned and hurried out the door. I followed. “I don’t think I’ve heard him flirt before,” I mused.

“I would’ve laughed at or decked any guy that tried a line like that on me,” Cait said.

“I can imagine.” I stopped her outside the Agency’s door, “Cait, you don’t have to come with me if you aren’t interested in helping. I’m not doing this for pay, I feel it is a responsibility to stop whoever this madman creating robots is. I know you have no love of the Minutemen philosophy, or robots, or my partner who will be accompanying us.”

She shrugged, "I figure makin’ sure you aren’t killed by robots might be a way to repay you."

"You don’t have to repay me for anything."

"Debt’s debt, and I don’t like owin’. So, we gonna go rip up some more circuits or not?"

I sighed, defeated, and we went inside the Agency.

Valentine was finishing business with a client. Ellie sat at the front desk, a carefully neutral expression on her face. The man paid my partner, said thank you, and left without a word. Everyone relaxed.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Ungrateful asshole,” Ellie grumbled.

“Not the most pleasant of men,” Valentine said, “but he paid and didn’t haggle.”

I frowned. “What happened?” I repeated, serious.

“Relax, partner,” Valentine smiled softly, “nothin’ happened I’m not used to. How’d it go at Starlight Drive-In?”

The client had either been dismissive of Valentine’s humanity or blatantly offensive in reference to his mechanical nature. I ignored my defensive frustration and focused, “The security around the settlement is improved, I expect they’ll be fine for the immediate future, but we have more pressing concerns. There is a client waiting for us at the house.”

“At the house?”

“She’s talking with Codsworth. She’s a modified assaultron.”

“An assaultron?” Ellie exclaimed.

“Those girls pack a punch,” Valentine mused. “What’s one want with some detectives?”

“Her caravan was attacked. She was the only survivor.”

“And she wants to find the folks responsible,” Valentine nodded, somber. Many of his clients come looking for the same thing. I had been one of them.

“We already know that,” Cait said, growing impatient, “we just have to wreck enough robots til we find where the madman’s hidin’ out.”

Valentine was... puzzled. “I trust the lady waiting at the house is going to fill in the details,” he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the desk drawer, “but what’s your interest, Cait?”

“Interest? I got a contract with Holmes to follow him around, so that’s what I’m doin’.” Valentine glanced at me, clearly skeptical. Cait bristled and said to me, "Good thing he wears that coat to tell him from the rest of the scrap metal I'm gonna be shooting at. Find me when you're ready to go." She walked out.

"Explain to me why the hell I'm putting up with this charming new friend of yours," Valentine lit a cigarette. "Better yet, explain why you're letting her run with you in the first place."

“She wants to repay me,” I said.

“For what?” Valentine demanded with a scowl.

"She doesn't seem the type to feel grateful," Ellie added.

I nodded, “She’s brash, selfish, and apparently doesn’t have a compassionate bone in her body, not to mention her opinions of synths... and yet, she insists that she owes a debt to me, and keeping me from being killed seems to be the method of repayment she has deemed appropriate.”

Valentine frowned, “You still haven’t said why she thinks she owes you.”

“I believe it’s because I treat her like a person.”

Valentine was perfectly still for a long moment. Then slowly, his expression softened, his stance shifting as cigarette smoke curled through the gaps in his neck. “Guess I can’t argue with that. How about I meet this client of yours?”

I introduced Valentine to Ada, who remarked on how fascinating it was to meet a mechanical model of synth that wasn't hostile. He took it in stride, and Ada repeated her story. Shaun had brought Nat Wright over, and they listened with full attention. Codsworth made it known he would gladly accompany us, but couldn't abandon his duty to Shaun. As Piper was out of town on unknown business, he also felt responsible for Nat. Ada thanked him and praised his devotion to protecting his family. With a smile, Valentine took that as our cue to head out.

"Let's round up your bodyguard and hit the road," he said. We didn't have to go far; Cait was coming back from Solomon's chem shop next door as I left the house. She wordlessly fell in line alongside us, and together Valentine, Ada, Cait, and I headed east in search of the Mechanist's robots.

#fallout 4 #fan fiction #nick valentine #cait #automatron #ada #codsworth #sherlock holmes #crossover

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Like Oh 2.0 - Dates. Lessons. Gym.

Previous Chapter: Chinese Class Word Count: 3,845 Summary: Jaebeom has a group date with his Konkuk University buddies. Melanie also has a group date with her Seoul National University friends. Serena’s an English teach aide where she’ll be teaching Jinyoung, Youngjae and Yugyeom. Jeannine checks out the gym where Jackson and BamBam are working out, too.

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this is the second chapter and more like a filler chapter to explain some things for the future chapters and the likes. so happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

Mark arrived back at the dorm with GOT7's manager, Seunghoon, in tow and expected to be greeted by his fellow members, but was instead greeted by the chaos of bodies rushing from one room to the next. While standing in the vestibule, Mark watched in amusement as Seunghoon walked passed him and towards the bathroom. Yugyeom noticed the older male first as he slipped on his shoes. "We're running late for our English class." "Ah, that's right. I forgot some of you were actually going to take a class for that." He noticed the younger male sidling up to him with a sly look. "Jaebeom hyung is actually getting ready to go out on a group date with his friends from Kondae." Yugyeom wriggled his eyebrows playfully. "They're going to meet some girls from Seouldae." He let out a giggle as Mark nudged him with a smirk. "Jealous that you can't go?"

The youngest shook his head with a small smile as he slipped on his backpack. "Jackson hyung and BamBam aren't here as they went to the gym." "Maybe I'll stop by the company later then." Mark said as he moved out of the vestibule and towards the living room as Yugyeom followed him. "Why?" "Because that's where Jackson and BamBam went." "No. They're downstairs." Mark shot him a puzzled look. "There's a facility downstairs now?" "Yeah." Yugyeom gave the older male a weird look. "You didn't know?" "No. Since when?" "Yeah, well it opened up a week or two ago. Not sure for the actual date, but I'm surprised you didn't know about it." "Yeah, me, too." Mark flopped onto the couch as Youngjae happened to walk by and greet him next. "Hey, Mark hyung. Where's Manager Seunghoon?"

"Hey Youngjae and he's in the bathroom." Youngjae let out a relieved breath. "Okay, good. Hyung still has to drop us off." Youngjae moved to knock on the door. "We're ready to leave when you're done." "I'm not ready yet!" Jinyoung called out from his room within Yugyeom and BamBam's room. "Wait for me." "Sorry, hyung! We're leaving now and we're going to speak better English than you!" Yugyeom teasingly mocked while sitting next to Mark who just smiled at the youngest member's antics. "Shut up, you brat!" Jinyoung yelled emerging into the living room, but didn't see their manager. "Where's Seunghoon hyung?" "Here." Their manager let out with a flat tone as he rubbed his face tiredly. "Don't you kids ever stop yelling?" "No." The four replied with mischievous faces.

"Whatever, let's go." Manager Seunghoon ordered as he walked past the quartet, but turned to look at Mark remembering something. "Oh, Mark, tell the other three not to be out too late, they know their curfew. Also, I'll be at the company if you need me once I drop off these three." "Yes, sir." Mark gave him the O.K. sign with a nod. Jinyoung was the last to leave, but turned around to say something to Mark before actually leaving. "Hyung, please tell Jaebeom hyung not to wear the bucket hat and his large glasses out to his group date. He'll be recognized instantly." "Alright, will do." Mark nodded in confirmation as he then spoke in English. "Have fun." "I will." Jinyoung replied in English with a wide smile before waving the older male a goodbye.

Once Mark shut the door and was on his way to relay the message to Jaebeom, he saw the male walked out of his shared bedroom with Youngjae and laughed upon seeing the male wearing a bucket hat and glasses. "What?" Jaebeom asked upon seeing the older male laughing. "Jinyoung said not tp wear the bucket hat and glasses to your group date." Jaebeom ditched the glasses and put on a face mask instead. "Better?" Mark shrugged. "It's your call." He returned to sitting on the couch with Jaebeom in tow. "You're not afraid you'll get find out by the fans?" Mark asked as he side-glanced the leader. "It hasn't been three years, y'know." Jaebeom shrugged indifferently. "It's just a get-together. Nothing serious. Besides, the guys at Kondae invited me out and I've been turning them down for the past two years and thought why not."

"Hmm, that I can agree to." Mark smiled, but then frown a bit as he looked at Jaebeom. "Just don't do anything reckless as you are the responsible leader that GOT7 and IGOT7s know." "Don't worry, hyung." Jaebeom patted the other male's thigh. "I just need a bit of 'normal' every now and then." Mark nodded as he remembered what their manager had told him. "Oh, Seunghoon hyung told me to remind you to not be out too late. You have a curfew still." "Noted. Thanks." Jaebeom smiled at the male. "So what are you going to do since Coco's with the coordi noona and everyone's out?" "I have homework, but that isn't due until Thursday." "How was it?" "The teacher outed me at the beginning of class." Mark let out a sigh as he shrugged indifferently. "But better sooner than later, I guess."

Jaebeom was now standing up to slip on his shoes. "Ah, so I'm assuming the other students probably wanted to be around you and couldn't stop talking about having an idol in the class, huh?" Jaebeom casually commented which triggered Mark's memory of one classmate who didn't act like so. "Well, there was one person. A female. Her Chinese name was Pǔ Zhōng Lǐ, but I dunno if that's her actual name." "Oh, it's a girl." Jaebeom cooed in a teasing manner as Mark rolled his eyes. "Like I was saying, she seemed chill and acted like I wasn't a celebrity at all. Kind of nice, but weird." "Maybe she did know who you were, but didn't want to appear too eager so that she can get close to you?" "Probably, JB. I do have to say it was nice talking to someone that wasn't another idol, family, or a friend and treated me like I was just a regular person."

"Don't we all want that though? Well, I gotta get going. I was supposed to meet the boys by the Han River." Jaebeom pulled a hoodie over him before looking at Mark with a concern look. "You sure you'll be all right by yourself, hyung?" "I'll be fine." Mark told him as he stood up and followed Jaebeom to the door. "Just don't bring home a stalker. Manager Seunghoon won't like that." Mark teased the younger male as Jaebeom slightly punched the older male in the shoulder. "Like I would let that happen. I am the leader and I won't tarnish that mindlessly. Anyways, I'll see you later. Bye hyung." "Bye, and have fun." The duo bid one another goodbye as Mark shut the door and turned around to look at the empty room with a contented sigh. "Forget homework. I'ma catch up on some sleep."

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Melanie, Jasmine, and Jeannie neared the gates of Seoul National University to leave when an underclassman, Dayoon, called out to them. "Chaewon unnie! Minjae unnie! Jaehwa unnie!" The trio turned to face their younger friend. "What's up, Dayoon?" Jasmine asked the younger woman when she finally reached them. "Are you still going on that group date of yours with the guys from Kondae?" "Yeah." Melanie replied. "We're heading to meet the rest at Taegukgi." "Do you wanna come?" Jeannie asked as Dayoon frowned. "I wish. I have to meet up with my cousin as she said she had something really important to tell me." "Maybe another time." Jeannie patted the girl on the shoulder. "You won't miss much. The last two have been pretty meh lately." "Och, true." Melanie agreed as the quartet began walking again. "Seolbi keeps setting us up with them arrogant science and engineer majors."

"Highly true, but at least the guys you have 'afters' with want to hang out and not just look for naughty time." Jasmine remarked before making a disgusted look. "That's all I get." "Didn't Seolbi say that this should be the best group date yet?" Jeannie asked trying to remember. "She mentioned that these Konkuk guys are better than the last two." "Well, they better be, or I'm leaving." Melanie grinned as the other older women rolled their eyes playfully. "Speaking of leaving," Dayoon spoke up while looking at the time on her phone, "I really need to get going or my cousin's going to be so upset with me for being late." "Oh, go on ahead then." Jasmine responded as she shooed the younger woman away. "Take care."

Dayoon bid them goodbye before heading in the opposite direction giving the trio their moment to talk in English. "If she knew she had to talk with her cousin, then why did she keep on talking with us?" Jeannie commented as Jasmine cast her younger twin a look. "Because she doesn't have anyone else to hang out with and so she hangs out with us." "Have you guys met her cousin yet?" Melanie as the twin sisters shook their heads. "Me either." Melanie remarked. "Dayoon always mentions that she attends Seouldae, too, but doesn't say who she is or bring her around. I wonder if she's lying." "Doesn't matter to me." Jasmine stated. "As long as she doesn't cause any trouble, then we good." "You're the one that likes to cause trouble, Jasmine." Jeannie eyed her sister. "Remember last semester with you getting drunk and cutting your chin because you tripped over the train tracks?"

"I wasn't drunk I was tipsy and I don't remember how I got to the tracks, Jeannie." Jasmine clarified as Jeannie rolled her eyes. "Exactly." "Anyways, girls," Melanie interrupted their sibling squabble while reading the message that their friend sent in the group chat. "Seolbi changed the meet-up spot and time. She wants us all to meet at a karaoke joint in Sinsa instead at seven." "That's in like three hours. Why?" Jasmine asked as she looked at her own mobile device to check the group chat. "She didn't say." Jeannie said as she skimmed the messages before putting her phone away. "Hey, let's just get ready at Serena's place until it's time. She lives like less than fiften minutes away from Sinsa." "True. Let's go back to the dorms and grab our stuff before heading over there. She'll be home late." Melanie explained as the trio made their way towards their dorm instead.

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Serena arrived early to her next class as she had misread the initial time. She was greeted by a room that looked more like a kindergarten class instead of a college class for Beginner's English I. Serena smiled at the scene before her as she felt it would be a fun environment to learn and interact. Too busy admiring the place, Serena didn't hear the younger woman calling out to her using her English name. "Hey, Serena." Serena snapped out of her thoughts and faced her friend who she was a teacher's aide for. "Ah, hey, Ana. Sorry about that. I was just checking out the setup you did. Not bad." "Haha, thanks, girl." Ana chuckled as she handed Serena a piece of paper. "Thanks for being my aid this semester. I'm used to teaching younger kids, so this is my first course teaching adults. Your help is greatly appreciated."

"You're welcome." Serena smiled while taking the piece of paper. "Besides, Ana, I still owe it all to my aunt Julisa for everything." "Oh that's right. The same aunt that got you, Melanie, Jeannie, and Jasmine to go to school for free with her amazing connections or something like that." "Haha, yeah something like, just our own expenses for fun and what not. Anyways," Serena looked at the piece of paper seeing a short list of names, "Are these your students?" "Yes it is." Ana smiled before grinning even wider. "Let me see if you find anything interesting." Serena shot the woman a weird look before reading the names, but played indifference while looking at her friend. "Well Ana, seeing Kim Yugyeom, Park Jinyoung, and Choi Youngjae on your students' roster doesn't mean it's the members of GOT7."

Ana's eyes twinkled as her smile grew wider. "Well, that's something as a teacher you wouldn't know as they inform us about such things before class begins." Serena scoffed at the idea. "No way we're this lucky to get to teach idols, Ana." "We are, Serena. Like, I see a lot of them when going out to those fansigns, fanmeets, and other events with the other English teachers, but this is the first time to actually meet under these circumstances." Serena knew her friend wanted to squeal in excitement, but was trying to keep her cool. "OKOK." Serena relented as she handed the paper back to Ana. "Let's remain cool and not freaked them out. I don't wanna get kicked out and lose face for my aunt." "Yeah, yeah, I know. I can't lose my job either. But thanks again for accepting to be my aide." "You're welcome. Now, what do I do as an aide?"

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When Jeannie, Jasmine, and Melanie arrived at Serena's apartment complex an hour or so later, they relaxed in the living room of the large apartment. "So why is Serena getting out late again?" Jasmine asked while moisturizing her face as she sat on the floor. "She has a late class today. I messaged her." Jeannie commented while looking for something to watch on the screen TV before clicking on the Netflix icon. "She's an English teacher's aide." "Yeah, she's with our friend, Ana." Melanie confirmed after returning from the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn. "Dude, Serena stocked up on more snacks and drinks." "Did she buy any of those banana milk?" Jasmine asked after she was done moisturizing her face and moved on to applying her makeup. "I think so. I only grabbed the popcorn." Melanie settled next to Jeannie on the couch and placed the bowl onto the coffee table.

"She hasn't organize any of it. They're all stacked and piled near the pantry." Melanie checked her phone when she saw the light flashed indicating she received a message. "Hey, Seolbi said to meet at six-thirty instead." "Well, have fun because I'm not going." Jasmine said while putting on lip-gloss and looking at a compact mirror. "I'm meeting up with Ahri at this new club in Itaewon. She says it's Ladies' Night tonight, and we'll be getting in for free along with half off drinks." "On a Tuesday?" Melanie made a face as Jeannie sang a line from ILOVEMAKONNEN featuring Drake's Tuesday. "Going up on a Tuesday~" She grinned before cliking on Lie To Me. "That's all I know." She faced Melanie. "Yeah, tell the girls I'm not going either." "What? Why not?"

"Not in the mood, plus I have a lot of homework already for the first day. It sucks." Jeannie explained as Melanie made a face while replying back to the group chat. "That means I have to go alone." Melanie checked her phone to see what the others said still making a sour face. "Boo, you guys." "Hey, Melanie, don't forget that you'll be with Dasol and Haeryong, too." Jasmine assured her friend. "They usually make everything fun, especially Haeryong does when you get her to drink enough." "Ugh, don't remind me, Jasmine." Jeannie groaned at the last memory. "She kisses everything and anyone in sight." She shivered at the thought. "I still can't drink lemon soju to this day." "Oh haha, that's right. Ah, that was funny."

Melanie laughed as she popped a few kernels into her mouth. "Anyways, they said it's fine. Another time. Seolbi said two others girls she's friends with wanted to join and so she invited them in your guys' place." She looked at the twins. "So you guys are good and I need to get ready though." "You know you don't have to go, Melanie." Jeannie reminded her friend as Melanie shrugged indifferently. "I know, but I want a boyfriend remember although it's not the biggest priority, but I gotta do something with my love life. And going to these group dates is going to help with that because for some reason I still can't find a man." "Psh, you'll find one, Melanie." Jasmine scoffed. "Just go with the flow." "I know, Jasmine, I know."

Melanie stood up and stretched her limbs. "Well, I need to stop being picky about the guys I wanna date from what Serena has told me." "Yeah, right. Serena doesn't even know what she likes." Jeannie laughed chewing on some popcorn. "She runs away whenever we bring up her K-Pop biases." "She's funny though." Jasmine laughed once she was done with her makeup. "Anyways, I'll be home late or I'll crash over at Ahri's." "Okay." The others replied as Jasmine headed towards the bathroom. "Dasol and Haeryong should be by soon so we can go together." Melanie said as she walked to her room she had at her sister's place leaving Jeannie in the living room as she faced the television screen while letting out a sigh. "Don't wanna do homework." Her eyes casually shifted onto the coffee table where Jeannie saw a bright flyer about the new apartment complex's amenities. "Hmm, a gym?"

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"Serena." Ana called out to Serena who looked up at her friend after arranging all the desk in to two groups of six as there would be twelve students for the class. "Yeah?" "I need to run down to the library and make more copies. I'll be back." "Okay, but what do I do if the students arrive before you're back?" "Just greet them and tell them I'll be back to start the lesson. Just get them to sign the sign-in sheet and you can explain the syllabus to them." "Alright. Hurry back fast, Ana. I'm not a teacher." "Yes you are, Serena. Be back soon." "Alright, Ana, whatever you say. Later." Serena watched her friend leave as she went back to doing what she was doing. "I'm so glad this is my only teaching job. I'm not accepting anymore after this."

The female finished with the tables before organizing the posters and stands out of boredom when she heard her phone go off signaling that she received a message. "Ah, yeah, I need to silent that again." She made her way to her things, pulled her phone to check the message seeing that it was from Jeannie, Serena then replied back, put it on silent and away just as she heard the door open. Serena looked up and saw two young men walk in. "Hello and welcome." She greeted in English as the male duo smiled back slowly. "Hello." Serena switched to Korean. "You can take a seat at any of the two tables. I'm the teacher's aide and the actual teacher will be back shortly." The duo nodded their head as they sat together at the table. Serena let out a silent breath as she smiled to herself. "Okay that wasn't so bad. Alright, two down and ten more to go."

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Jeannie went down to the gym several minutes after Jasmine and Melanie had left. She didn't want to work on her homework and thought to pass time with this activity. Despite the gym being a new facility, it wasn't as occupied as she thought it would be. "Okay, less people to run into." Jeannie smiled and slowly headed to the treadmill first. She slipped on her earbuds while adjusting the machine to her own preference. Once that was settled, Jeannie began to move steadily and she briefly glanced up and made eye-contact with a male across from her. It was GOT7's Jackson, but it didn't register in her head on who he was. She quickly averted her gaze away from the male and to the small TV that was hanging above instead.

Half an hour had passed as Jeannie was about to end her session on the treadmill to move onto another machine when she felt an unexpected tap on her shoulder. Curiously turning to her right to see who it was that wanted her attention, she noticed it was the male she had caught eyes with from earlier. Upon closer inspection Jeannie recognized the male and misstep on the treadmill which led her to slip and face-plant onto the machine. It quickly sent her back and off of the machine a few seconds later. Jackson' eyes went wide and he hurriedly got off of his treadmill to tend to Jeannie who was already standing back up while rubbing the sore spots from the fall with a sore face.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked as Jeannie's earbuds had yanked out upon her fall which was how she was able to hear him, but it took her a few seconds to actually pay him any attention. "Um, yeah, yeah. I'm, I'm fine." She answered absentmindedly still rubbing her left elbow. "Just fine." Jeannie then looked at the male and shot him a small smile. "Thanks." She moved around him as her earbuds dangled on her shoulders while leaving the facility and back to Serena's place to make sure she wasn't in serious pain. Jackson was left speechless at her behavior, but he followed after her to make sure she was okay with BamBam who was with him also tagged along who was still laughing at the incident that just occurred a while ago.

The male idol ran ahead of the woman who he had technically caused her accident and stopped before her. Jeannie cast him a confused look. "Sorry, but um, are you sure you don't need to go see a doctor or something like that?" Jackson asked in concern while Jeannie brushed him off casually. "No, it's okay. Really. I just need to go up to my place and I'll be fine. Thanks though." She cast him a reassuring smile as she walked around him and towards the elevators. Jackson just watched her walked off with BamBam coming up and placing an arm on his shoulder. "Maybe she's not a fan?" He reasoned with a shrug as Jackson eyed him. "No, she's a fan. She was wearing our 'Come & Get It' t-shirt."

"I didn't see that." BamBam looked at his fellow member in confusion as Jackson smirked knowingly. "Because it was in the front, BamBam. Anyways, let's go." Jackson ordered as he headed towards the elevators with BamBam in tow. Jeannie entered the elevators and was about to instantly close it when two more bodies entered quickly. Jeannie just cast them a smile while asking them which floor. "Fifth." Both idols stated as Jeannie pressed the button for the same floor as hers. "You also lived on the fifth floor?" She asked them as they nodded their head. "You, too?" BamBam asked as Jeannie nodded her head slowly while Jackson sidled up to her to whisper, "Are you a stalker", and Jeannie just shot him a weird look. "Um, no."

#staytheb #got7 scenarios

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softkent · 6 years ago

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snow, snuggles, and shitty

Kent Parson/Jack Zimmermann, Jack Zimmermann & Shitty Knight Rated M Tags: Snowed In, Injury Recovery, Anxiety, Coming Out, Temporary Mobility Aid Chapter 1/? 2.1k words

for @parsebingo squares snowed in, injury, recovery, shower sex, bed sharing.

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Before the Aces announce Kent being put on IR, he texts Jack, asking if he could come for a quick visit while his knee rests. Of course Jack immediately thinks of how it would be to wake up next to Kenny again, to just be close to him, but his rational side speaks first.

Doesn't the team need your support? What about training? Kit needs--

Kent fields the questions sufficiently enough for Jack to concede. He books his flight before Jack can change his mind.

Jack isn't worried. Really. Everything is going to turn out fine. None of this is going to cause him any problems. Everyone won't think anything of Kent coming to visit him. The world knows they're friends. His friends know he and Kent are friends. No one will look beyond that.

Okay, Jack's worrying a little. He's talked things over with Kent, who reassured him for the hundredth time that things are gonna be fine, but Jack's anxiety didn't get the memo. He takes in a long breath through his nose and puffs it out through his mouth in a frustrated sigh.

With everyone else out for classes or studying, Jack has the Haus to himself, awaiting Kent's arrival. He’s picking away at the blanket covering the green couch waiting for Kent to knock on the front door. With each passing minute, Jack comes up with more reasons for Kent not to be here. He'll hate the Haus, the couch, berate Jack for using the roof as a room, and so on. He realizes all these passing problems aren't real. Kent wouldn't judge him.

A rapping on the door makes Jack jump out of his thoughts.

“Ziiiiiimms!” he can hear Kent whining a little muffled out on the porch. “I’m freezing out here!”

Jack gets up and jogs to the door. When he swings it open, a gust of biting wind blows into the house followed by a shivering Kent with the help of crutches. He watches as Kent bends down to unlace his boots.

“You’re the one that wanted to come visit me in winter,” he reminds him, reaching out to hold his shoulder when he sees Kent swaying a little with his weight on his bad knee. “Here, let me,” he says in a huff.

He bends down himself to untie the boot himself. Kent looks away from Jack’s ministrations and bites at his lip. If it weren’t for the cold outside, Jack thinks the pink on his cheeks is from the embarrassment of needing help.

“Thanks,” Kent whispers when Jack sets his boot beside the other near the other shoes littering the entrance way. “We, uh, we alone?”

Jack stands up, taking his time to let a smile spread across his lips when he’s looking down at Kent’s hazel eyes. He nods, knowing what’s coming. He throws his arms out to steady them both when Kent jumps forward, grabbing Jack’s face and bringing him down into a kiss.

Immediately, Jack is pulled back into the thousands of kisses they’ve shared over the years. Kent’s hands are cold, but sure holding his face like it’s something precious. They’re chests press firmly together. Jack bends down a little to make the reach easier on Kent with his one good leg. Jack’s chapped lips catch a little against Kent’s, but neither of them pay it any mind.

Kent pulls back enough to smile wide at Jack. He’s familiar with this look--so open and warm. Jack knows he looks the same--looks like he’s brimming with love. He leans in to press a peck to the corner of his smile.

“Thank you for coming,” Jack whispers to him and slips his hands firmly around his boyfriend’s middle--holding him close as he buries his face into his neck to breathe him in.

“Hey,” Kent says, patting Jack’s back. “Don’t mention it. This is a completely selfish trip.”

They laugh for a moment as they appreciate each other’s presence. Jack can’t remember the last winter he felt this warm. Jack’s foot nudges Kent’s bag, making a point and distracting him from the flood of butterflies in his stomach.

“Want me to get this upstairs? I can’t have you eating it trying to juggle things while climbing the stairs with that,” Jack explains, nodding to his crutches.

Kent rolls his eyes. “I got up that hell of a sidewalk all on my own, big guy, with ice! I think I can handle a few steps.”

Jack puts his hands up in defeat. “Alright. Guess you don’t need me to carry you up either, then.” His boyfriend’s eyes go wide for a second and he opens his mouth to protest. “No, no. It’s all good. You can handle yourself.”

“That was before I knew you carrying me was an option. You know how much I...enjoy you lifting me.”

“Or is it why I’m usually lifting you that you enjoy?” Jack asks, walking off into the living room.

Kent hobbles after him, scoffing. "Well, nobody told me that was on the table!"

He collides into Jack with groping, hopeful hands. Jack keeps their balance, again, and wonders if he'll end up getting injured himself before Kenny heads back to Las Vegas. He still wasn't sure how long Kent will be staying.

Like he'd suggested, Jack quickly bends his knees and gets his hands under Kent's ass. He lifts him up to wrap his legs around him, giving him ample time to steady himself without hurting his knee and starts walking up the stairs, duffle bag forgotten by the front door.

“Jackie-boy! You aren’t going to buh-lieeeeve what that white supremacist asshat said in class today,” Shitty yells once he’s inside the Haus, knocking the snow off his boots.

He looks up when he doesn’t get his usual hello. A few feet down the hall is a duffle bag next to a pair of crutches. He toes off his boots without bothering to unlace them and hops in stocking feet away from the entryway in an attempt to avoid wet socks.

Shitty peeks into the living room. Jack’s school stuff is on the coffee table with the TV off. He looks back to the duffle bag and crutches. On top of the bag, an Aces hat is resting upside down. One of Shitty’s eyebrows shoots up as a large smirk pulls up the corner of his mouth.

Before Shitty heads upstairs to put away all his class shit, he picks up the duffle bag and tucks it beside the stairs, out of the way, and picks up the crutches. Since nobody’s down here, whoever needs them is probably going to need them getting down here. Though he’s pretty sure he knows who must be up there with Jack, he doesn’t let himself fully think it. Jack’ll tell him, or he’ll find out eventually. No need to ponder it. He thinks about knocking on Jack’s closed door, but instead quietly leans the crutches beside it and tiptoes down to his door.

Jack wants to thank his therapist for suggesting he focus his schedule around morning classes. He knows it was meant to help him get up and out of the house first thing so he won't have time to dwell and build up his anxiety, still being partially asleep, but if one of the perks is the entire afternoon in bed with his boyfriend maybe he should send her some flowers...

"You sure you don't wanna do online school and come live with me?" Kent asks through his heavy breathing and blissed-out expression, laying naked and half on top of Jack. "I could get used to this."

Jack rolls his eyes and catches his own breath for a second. "You sure you don't want to get traded to the Falconers or something?" Jack asks with a smile, thinking back to all the times they've joked about this. "I could definitely get used to you being here."

Kent smacks what he can reach of Jack's ass and slides off of him onto the other side of the bed. He curses having forgotten to watch out for his leg and readjusts to stretch it out.

"Did you lie to me about the PT guy saying this was okay?"

"No! I would never lie about sex, Zimms."

"I meant coming here in the first place...Wait, did you really ask about sex?"

Kent laughs and nods. "Hell yeah, I did! Gotta ask the important questions: sex, showering, and driving. All of which are completely good-to-go."

Jack pulls Kent to him, letting him rest his head against his chest and places a quick kiss to the top of his messy, blond hair. "Does that mean you're ready to go again?"

Kent kisses Jack’s chest with a smile and licks his nipple in a fast, completely unsexy way. Jack finches away with an unexpected giggle, shielding his other nipple from Kent with his hand. From the glimmer in Kent’s eyes, he knows he’s a goner. Jack has never won a tickle fight in his life.

As the guys trickle on back home from a day of boring classes while they were wishing they were out playing in the snow or even just at home sleeping, the sky gets darker and the snow’s falling faster. When Holster stumbles in past the wind, the snow building in front of the porch is halfway up his shins.

Jack and Kent are warm up in bed with Jack’s laptop perched on his knees playing a cat video Kent insisted they had to watch before Jack could play another YouTube video in some series called Facts You Wish You Didn’t Know About Our Past Leaders.

Kent tells him again with deadly sincerity, “you can only go so far down to YouTube rabbithole before you come up for air and a good ole cat video and restart the cycle or you’ll end up watching some of the weirdest ever made by man at three am questioning reality.”

Jack’s giggles shake his stomach and computer so much the screen tips back so neither of them can see the video anymore, only causing his laughing to increase.

“You goober,” Kent chuckles and moves the laptop to the nightstand after pausing the video. “I think that’s enough of YouTube before we go insane.”

“Goober? Really?”

Kent tries to push Jack off the bed, but Jack grabs onto his arm. They shuffle back and forth for leverage until Kent tips backwards, head towards the floor, with Jack sliding over top of him. They’ve half laughing, half screaming when someone knocks on the door.

“You dyin’ in there?” Shitty yells through the bathroom door.

Jack tries to right himself, but Kenny slides out from under him to the side, causing Jack to slip onto the floor.

“Ow! Told you I’d end up injured! Nah, Shitty. Nobody’s dying!” Jack yells back to him.

He’s about to tell him to come in and say hi to Kent when he remembers their clothes are still next to his door instead of covering them up. He glances up to where Kent is sitting stark naked without a single iota of modesty, legs fully splayed, and stifling his laughter behind his hand.

Along his neck are a few red marks popping against his lightly tanned skin. A few streak trail down Kent’s chest where Jack’s fingernails traversed his body down to his hips earlier to get better leverage. In the back of his mind, he’s glad Kent won’t be stripping down in a locker room full of chirps and interns taking photos for social media.

“Alrighty, brah. What do you want for noms? Dining hall closed early ‘cause of the storm. I’m thinking pizza,” Shitty yells to him.

Kent looks at him expectantly. When Jack doesn’t answer straight away, he nods at him and motions to the door. Jack relents and tells Shitty they’ll be down soon.

“I thought you might want to avoid everybody for as long as you could…,” he mumbles while picking up his pants.

“Why would I do that? Hey, look at me…” Kent says, voice laced with concern. He waits until Jack turns back to him before he goes on, “I love you and am part of your life. I’m not going anywhere or trying to hide from your friends. I know you have good taste, so I’m sure we’ll get along.”

Jack looks away with a nod. The voice of his anxiety isn’t reality. Sometimes, it’s just so hard to separate the two. The nagging feeling that Kent’s just saying things to make him feel better sits in the back of his mind, but he choose to trust what he’s saying. Kent came all this way. He wouldn’t have done that just to hook up.

“Yeah, I know you’ll like ‘em.”

#check please #parsepositive #kent parson #parsebingo #edin writes #softkent

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fantroll-purgatory · 7 years ago

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@chrisjoshington

Okay before we start: CD I first saw this submission through my mobile browser and therefore had no idea that you sent it and was gonna message you to BEG you to hold it for me. I love them so much holy shit. And I have some ideas.

Alternia, Beforus, or AU: Alternia

Themes/Story: Corday is nb and uses he/they/she interchangeably. He’s basically Theater Kid taken to its logical extreme. They’re a master of the art of disguise and utilize this skill to aid the rebellion. And also do some assassinations. So there’s her themes; theater, disguise, assassination.

Thank you for giving this offering to me, an Adjacent to Theater Kid. I am planning a murder mystery party for my birthday. My birthday was three months ago. Corday is invited.

Name: Corday Nopper

Corday is a reference to Charlotte Corday, Marat’s assassin. Nopper references Noppera-bō, a mythical creature that disguises itself as human and can wipe off its face like a chalkboard.

I…I never knew about Charlotte Corady before I read this holy shit.

Age: 9 sweeps,19.5 human years

Strife Specibus: Knifekind

I wanted to keep it simple and discrete for him. It’s also just subtly, just a little bit a reference to the assassination of Julius Caesar.

I think you could also maybe get away with Staffkind if he’s into musical theater because of the pun.

Fetch Modus: Monologue Modus. They have to monologue for a minute about an object without saying the name of the object and their modus has to guess which item he’s talking about.

My main concern with this modus is that it doesn’t seem like Corday would use this one because it would require too much noise if they were sneaking around. Maybe a CHARADES MODUS? It plays into the acting without them needing to speak, and it lends itself to comedy when they need to retrieve, for example, a Perfectly Generic Object.

Blood Color: Indigo

They’re described as the enthusiasts of the spectrum and I thought that fit well for the level of Passion she brings to her job.

Special Abilities: Nothing aside from the usual blueblood strength.

Symbol and Meaning: I’ve been split between Sagio and Sagirius. I’m leaning Sagirius though since it’s called “the Bardic.”

I can see either one working for her tbh, but I LOVE Hope players so I side very strongly with Sagirius.

Trolltag: zealousDeathspian. Zealous references their enthusiasm, Deathspian is a portmanteau of Death and Thespian.

DEATHSPIAN IS SO GOOD. What about dramaticMurd–I’m kidding I’m kidding. If you wanna go even harder on the theme maybe Deathspion to include “espion” in the title?

Quirk: As neutral as they can possibly make it. Outside of their acts, they like to project a relatively neutral image to make them harder to pin down. They are partial to (~: emojis, though. Their one identifying marker.

Ex: Just as normal as can be. Definitely not a fun assassin or anything. (~:

They change the quirk up between disguises, though!

Lusus: Probably a big raccoon with many faces. As a reference to shapeshifting racoons in Japanese mythology.

Personality: Have you ever met a method actor? He buys into roles with all the enthusiasm possible. If you have any question about her disguises’ lives or personalities or likes or dislikes, she has a thorough answer. If she has a long mission playing a character with a broken arm, she will Break Her Arm.

They’re committed to this because they thoroughly believe in the good of the cause and that if everyone just works hard enough, they’ll succeed, and succeed Soon. They’re definitely an optimist to a somewhat critical degree. They expect most things to go right simply because they believe in it.

He also has a tendency towards the ruthless. When he’s got a mark, the mark will die. He’ll do anything to accomplish his goal. He has a strict moral sense, but that moral sense includes Never Fail To Follow Through On A Promise.

She’s predisposed to drama and acting over the top when hanging out with friends, but can actually be a very serious and competent person when she needs to be. Dedicated and focused and responsive and passionate.

Interests: Theater, Musicals, Costumes, Makeup, Sculpting, Glassblowing, Jewelry Making- Basically anything to do with costume making. Soap Operas, Trashy Dramatic Tabloid Magazines, A Good Knife.

Title: Witch of Hope

Hope seems to fit her because of her strong convictions and optimism as well as her willingness to do anything to reach her goal. He has a strong personality, so an active class makes sense. But the Witch comes in in the active change, the need to shape and mold the nature of all that potential and optimism that he holds into a usable form.

Land: Land of Drapes and Pinion

Dream Planet: Derse

Design party…:

Leftmost: Their True Appearance/how they dress in front of friends. They hacked off their horns so they could put fakes in their place because they’re just that hardcore. And he also designed a new symbol to do a little more anonymity preservation. The shoes are from fan-troll.

Blue: This is what she wears if she wants to walk around discretely. The goal is to be as generic as possible. The shoes are John’s!

Purple: He disguises himself as a Bartender/Candy Vendor and runs in highblood circles to get Intel. The symbol is meant to look a bit like a lollipop. There’s sopor candies stuck in his hair. And I couldn’t decide on a good makeup so I did like… paint that looks like drool and a black eye. The suit and pants are both from fan-troll.

Violet: Her most recent disguise, she assassinated a violet Career Adviser and took on her role. And uses this as a way to meet people she can convince to join the rebellion.

Listen…I love him so so much my redesign is the MOST minimal thank you for this joy. I especially love that you kept visual continuity with the eyes without compromising your vision for him as a master of disguise.

Okay SO. Minimal minimal changes idk if I’d even go top to bottom. Let’s go left to right?

True Self

I liked how you gave Corday’s casual duds this very “hanging out backstage before curtain call” vibe so I pinned their hair back the way one might if they were gonna wear a wig over it.

I also figured like. Breaking her horns its badass and all but it may be difficult to fit a prosthetic horn over that? So I gave her slightly shaved down horns (she could even do this with her knife!) that could potentially fit a prosthetic over them.

For his mouth I really liked the look of his teeth but I figured if they stuck out too much then they would difficult to conceal when he was undercover so I colored their outline in grey to keep the definition while visually implying that they’re set further back from his gums.

For their shirt, I gave them their real symbol. If we’re gonna push that this is how they are with their friends then that’s them at their messiest and most relaxed, which would include aspects of their True Self.

Other than that just a few outline changed but all in all it’s a real good look.

Generic

So I edited the symbol you originally gave to her true self and shifted it over, mostly so it could feasibly comply with multiple sign languages? I also edited the horns so they’re just pointy and not so arrowlike.

For their disguise, I wanna explain my reasoning. So we know that hemoanonymity is effective in that people genuinely can’t tell what your blood color is, but that it’s also see as childish and immaturely rebellious, so doing so may bring you attention in a way that simply wearing a shirt with a blood colored symbol may not.

BUT

A really, really effective disguise makes the onlooker draw their own conclusions and feel much smarter than you are. So, fine! Let his symbol be hemonanon! Deck him out in grey-colored clothing that’s indistinguishable from others’ fashion choices.

but

If you look closely you’ll see that they’re wearing bronze ankle socks. They’re very small! Barely noticeable! Almost like something they’d worn them by mistake.

Someone speaking to her would obviously roll their eyes at her greyed-out sign and cast about for hints of her “real” blood color and see the socks. Aha, they’d think, she’s slipped up. Forgot to leave those at home, huh? And now that they think of it, it’s obvious she’s a bronzeblood. It’s not just the circle in her sign either; she may not be dressed to the nines, but look at the touch of mascara around her lower lashes! The slight gleam of her lip gloss. Typical bronzebloods. They can try to hide their blood color all they want, but their desire for creature comforts will always give them away.

Barvendor/Candytender

Once again, not much to change here. Made the white threads in their suit yellow for that little pop, and swapped out the tie for a loud bow tie for the whimsy. I also adjusted a few stands of hair that felt like they were laying oddly.

For the face paint, between the candy association and the single sharp snaggletooth, he’s already halfway to being a jack-o-lantern, so that’s what I used for his makeup! Other than that he was perfect.

Career Advisor

I lengthened her jacket collar and her sideburns to more deliberately cover up the space where there would be a line between her face and her fin; we don’t really know how far practical makeup can take us in this instance. Aside from that though I really didn’t have any fixes and tbh that was more because I felt like I had to futz with the sprite a little bit.

I LOVE THIS TROLL SO MUCH LONG LIVE CORDAY.

-TR

#chrisjoshington #corday nopper #corday #nopper #indigoblood #purpleblood #(sorta)#violetblood #(kinda)#review #redesign #tr review #submission

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Do You Trust Me? Chapter Two

Peter x OC Colette

A/N: sorry It’s been a hot minute since my last update, but here we go! Chapter three will be up in the next few days, and I am currently writing chapter 4!

Tags: @dungeons-and-awkwarddragons @bigexplodingstar

“Alrighty then!” Tony exclaimed as you walked in for another day of testing “Lets get this started shall we?” he had a glint of… something in his eyes. Like he was planning something and you weren’t’ sure if it was making you feel nervous or excited. Over the past few days you had loads of blood drawn, different types of scans and x rays, and they even took a sample of your cartilage (which somehow did not hurt as much as you anticipated). In addition you had gotten an upgrade you that could have only dreamt up to your mobility aids (Your wheelchair could change between a sitting or standing position, but it had an option to FREAKING LEVITATE. You were pretty pumped about that. And then they gave you a new, much sleeker looking cane which took the pressure off of your wrist),. Today, you saw various types of workout equipment scattered across the lab connected to different machines with various wires hanging off of them.

Swallowing loudly, you turned to face the small group of people who formed your ‘team’ “I have to workout today, don’t I?”

“If by work out you mean use the equipment so we can monitor you, then yes, you get to work out today.” Dr. Banner picked up a clipboard before walking over to you. “We need to see how different parts of your nervous system are reacting to different kinds of movement, this way we can see what triggers you’ll want to avoid. Before we get started, is there anything you know already that makes you feel worse in any way?”

“Running… I can’t-” Your mom interrupted you before you could go any further, thankfully stopping the emotions that started bubbling up in your throat.

“Coco used to run track and cross country in high school, that’s how we found out about the Osteoarthritis, it’s really bad in her knees.” Your mom knows what a sensitive subject running is for you. It had been your ‘thing’. You were one of the fastest kids in your school until the excruciating pain started.

“That reminds me!” Tony practically yelled before he ran off. Coming back not even a minute later with a few odd looking cuffs. “Tony, I already told you those don’t help me. I have tried wearing knee, elbow and wrist supports. They do nothing.”

The smile on his face didn’t fade, much to your surprise.

“These aren’t ordinary braces or supports kid. Actually, Peter! Get your spidey-ass over here!” Tony called to the room he had just came out of. Peter slowly emerged from the room looking a little caught off guard. “Uh yeah Mr. Stark, what do you need? Are they not working??” looking worried until he saw they were still in Tony’s hands.

“Peter here helped me make these. Underoos, why don’t you explain to Colette what they’ll do?”

“Yeah! Okay sure! So Colette, we used some of the same technology as Mr. Stark’s Iron Man suit, but with a bit more tinkering. They should completely take any pressure off of your joints. Making it less painful for you… You could probably even run again!” he said with a huge smile on his face.

“Oh! Wait… are you serious?” Wide eyed from the possibility of running and moving without pain made you act without thinking. You walked over to where Peter was standing and enveloped him in a huge hug. Once you realized what you were doing you pulled back quickly, both of your faces reddening.

“Alright, well if you two are done flirting with each other, and might I add, quite awkwardly, let’s get started!” Tony eyed the two of you before raising his eyebrow at the boy before handing you a small stack of clothes, if you could call them that.

They had you change into a pair of spandex shorts and a sports bra, both with a small version of the stark industries symbol on them. You swiftly realized that this way they could connect a bunch of wires to you, without having to tuck underneath more clothing. It also made it easier for the braces to be placed properly.

“Hey Peter, why don’t you show Colette how to adjust the braces while Jolly Green and I get everything else set up?”

Before giving him time to react he shoved Peter towards where you were sitting trying to figure out how to get them on. Peter audibly gulped before walking the rest of the way over. You hadn’t been self conscious about being in so little clothing up until Peter was sitting in front of you.

“Here, let me help” Peter took the knee brace from you, opened it up and attached it around your knee, having a cuff below and above your joint. After helping with the other one he looked back up at you staring slightly before you cleared your throat, bringing him back into reality. He had been kneeling in front of you and was very close to your face.

“Uh, here is how you turn it on and this button will adjust how much pressure is left on your actual joint.” he quickly got up and walked away, leaving you to play with the new tech on your legs, and watched from a few feet away while you put the different cuffs on your other joints. After finishing adjusting the cuffs so that they felt more comfortable, you gave yourself a once over, realizing your shorts had buttons similar to the cuffs on your joints.

“Hey Tony, are these shorts-” “Yes! The kid didn’t tell you? Those shorts are a little more advanced than your other support cuffs, it will automatically adjust so all you have to do is turn them on. It may be a little uncomfortable at first, but you should find it’s easier and less painful to move your hips.” Tony swayed his hips at you since, well, Tony is just a little bit extra.

Peter and Tony wanted you to try running first, since that was one of your favorite pre-illness activities.

Nervously, you stepped up onto the treadmill as Dr. Cho hooked up a couple wires to different spots on your chest, abdomen and then up your spine.

“Okay kid, whenever you’re ready.” Dr. Banner said as he and Dr. Cho turned to watch the machine you were plugged into.

You decided you should start slowly since your body wasn’t used to running anymore. You turned the treadmill on and walked for a few minutes, leaning down a little to adjust your knee cuffs a little bit more. Once you realized you weren’t in pain, you hit the accelerator button a few times, and then a few more, and for the first time in 4 years, you were running. Looking to the others in your excitement, you saw them smiling and taking notes. Your mom was in the corner, watching with tears in her eyes. Spotting her put you over the edge, tears spilling from you eyes as she came over to you. You hit the “STOP” button, hopped off and embraced her. You both fell to the floor, as you both started sobbing uncontrollably.

After a few minutes passed and your tears started to subside, you remembered you had an audience. Giving your mom another hearty squeeze you both got up. You were still out of breath from running (and sobbing your eyes out), but you managed to let out a small thank you. Looking up you saw your ‘team’ with tears in their eyes too. Except Peter, who was nowhere to be seen.

After composing yourself you continued on with the different tests. Your mom had to leave about thirty minutes later for work, so now it was just you, Dr. Banner and Dr. Cho. Tony had left to work on some of his other inventions.

You were pleasantly surprised with your physical ability now that you didn’t have pain in your joints. You weren’t strong by any means, you could barely bench the empty press. By about 2 pm however, you were more than worn out and your nerve pain was starting to kick it up a few more notches. In addition to this, you were nearing the emotional stage of exhaustion. Once Banner noticed your current state he decided that what you had done was more than enough for one day. After changing back into your clothes and taking the braces off, you sat yourself in your wheelchair and made your way back to your room.

“FRIDAY, could you order me some take out from that Thai place down the street?”

“Of course Coco, would you like your usual?” FRIDAY asked in response.

“Yup! Thanks FRIDAY!”

You took a shower while you waited for your food, letting the warm water envelope your sore and tired body until you remembered you were waiting for some food. Pulling on your favorite pair of sweatpants and an old t shirt, you sat on your bed and pulled out your music collection. You decided on a mix you had made of your favorite songs by Birdy. Two songs later you heard a knock on your door. Forgetting your pain for a minute, you jumped up to open it where you saw Peter with an expanse of take out food.

“I made FRIDAY let me know when you wanted food, I thought maybe we could eat together?… sorry… I realize that’s probably weird… I can just leave these here for you.”

“Nonsense, that is actually really sweet of you Peter.” you smiled sweetly at him and let him in

“Oh, yeah, okay, no problem!” He started setting out all the food and told you what everything was.

Once the two of you had settled into eating he noticed you staring at him.

“Oh no, is there something on my face? I’ve been told I am not the cleanest eater” he said, wiping his face off with a napkin.

“No, you’re face is fine... I was… I was just wondering where you disappeared off too earlier?”

“Oh, um, I just… I had something I had to go do?”

“Are you actually asking me or are you trying to make something up?”

“Dang ok. I just. Please don’t think I am weird… actually you probably already think I am. That’s fine just. Um. Look, Colette-” “Please call me Coco” you said setting your hand on his “I already convinced FRIDAY too”.

“Yeah, okay, Coco” he smiled as the nickname left his lips. Feeling Peter’s hand move under yours (and realizing you were still holding his hand) you started to move it back onto your lap, until you saw he was turning his hand to play with yours as he started talking.

“Coco. I was honestly floored that the cuffs Mr. Stark and I had made were working. We had them tested way more that necessary because we didn’t want them to end up hurting you instead of helping. And when I saw them working, I couldn’t contain my excitement. When you broke down however, I honestly thought you were in pain and let me tell you, I was crushed just like that. I snuck out because I… well… I couldn’t stand seeing that I had caused you so much pain, I just couldn’t handle it… Tony had found me later telling me that that wasn’t the case, which I am so glad, you have no idea how relieved I was.” Peter turned his body so that he was facing you, still playing with your hand. “The other reason I left was, well, I was scared I had given you false hope about running again… and… and I knew that if that had been the case, you wouldn’t want to be around me, which would suck because I honestly think you’re the coolest person I have ever met.” At that he looked back up to you, shocked to see a giant smile on your face as you stared at his hands holding yours.

“Coco, what?” “I uh, I think you’re really cool too Peter” you looked up, meeting his eyes “I uh, I never got to thank you for the work you did on the cuffs, so… thank you” you whispered as you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Ducking your head away as quickly as your lips had met his face, you pulled your hand back and continued eating the food in front of you. If you hadn’t looked away so fast, you would have seen Peter staring at you with wide eyes, mouth open, his hand touching the place on his cheek that you had just kissed. Peter could feel his heart racing and was positive you could hear it too.

Standing up abruptly, Peter made an excuse about leaving as he ran out of your room, shutting the door behind him.

Once Peter had made it safely to his room, he shut his door and leaned up against it for a moment, almost in a trance before he started dancing around the room as if he had won the lottery, practically singing the words “she liiiiiiiiikes me!!!!!! I think she likes! Me! AHH!” before plopping down on his bed.

After Peter left, you started to worry you crossed a line. Dang it! I shouldn’t have done that! You internally screamed at yourself. You liked Peter, obviously. Why did you have to go and ruin everything like that? He probably just saw you as a friend.

Once cleaning up the leftovers was finished you plopped down on your bed, remembering the events of the day, you were ready to sleep. You couldn’t get your anxiety about Peter to wind down, but you did eventually fall asleep.

Around 2 am, Peter heard you screaming from his room, which was just around the corner from yours. Thinking the worst, he jumped out of bed and rushed down the hallway, throwing your door open.

Seeing you thrashing around your bed, your blankets thrown everywhere. He happened to see your pj’s, and realized you were only wearing a tanktop and some short shorts. Your screaming and panicking brought him back to the issue at hand, and away from how cute you looked in your little pajamas.

Kneeling down next to you, he tried shaking you awake.

“Coco! Wake up! It’s okay, it’s just me, it’s Peter” he continued shaking you and calling to you. After a few minutes he realized that it wasn’t getting you anywhere, he called your mom, knowing she would know what to do.

“Hello?” your mother answered the phone “who is this?” “Uh, Ms. Barton, So sorry to call so late, it’s Peter, uh, Peter Parker” “What’s wrong is everything okay???” When she heard you in the background she asked again, more sternly this time. “Is Colette okay Peter?!”

“Ms. Barton, Coco is having a nightmare, I think. I can’t wake her up. She keeps thrashing and screaming and I don’t know what to do!” Peter responded in a panicked voice.

“Okay, okay, this happens often. If you stroke/play with her hair it will help her calm down. It’s what I would do to get her to wake up.” she said hurriedly. “I am on my way, okay?”

“Okay, thank you Ms. Barton! I will see what I can do until you get here!”

After hanging up with your mom, he tentatively placed a hand on your head. Once he started playing with your hair and talking to you in a hushed tone, you started to calm down. Finally your eyes shot open in a panic.

“Colette! It’s okay, its just me.”

Looking over to the voice, you instantly relaxed.

“Peter, what are you doing in here?” you asked with shaky breaths.

“I heard you screaming. Your mom is on her way over to make sure you’re okay” he was looking at you tenderly as he continued to play with your hair. “Do you get dreams like that a lot?”

“Uh, yeah. Sometimes. They started a few years ago.” you said flatly. They were always about the abuse you faced at the hands of your father.

“Do you, do you want to talk about it? I am a very good listener.” He said proudly.

“Not right now, thank you though. I should call my mom to tell her she doesn’t have to come.”

Throughout your phone call with your mom, Peter stayed with you, still running his fingers through your long hair.

You could feel yourself relaxing more and more and Peter continued to touch you comfortingly. When he noticed you started falling back asleep, he slowly got up, not wanting to wake you.

“Hey, Peter?”

Turning back around he responded, “Sorry, I was trying to be quite.”

“No, you’re fine… I was just wondering, if you could stay, until I fall back asleep at least?”

“Yeah, yeah of course.” Peter replied too quickly.

Noting his enthusiasm, you smiled sheepishly at him and moved your blankets so he could get in with you.

“Would you… would you keep playing with my hair?” you asked as he slide in next to you.

“Of course” he whispered as he pulled you over to him.

You both fell asleep quickly.

You woke up sometime after noon. Even though you were still exhausted and not at all rested, you slowly stretched your tired limbs and opened your eyes. When you realized Peter was gone, you let out a disappointed sigh. Then, you saw a note on your bedside table. Groaning at the movement, you reached over to pick it up.

Coco,

I was called on a mission and I didn’t want to wake you up. Sorry for falling asleep when you just asked me to stay just until you did. I remembered you like smoothies, so there is one in your fridge waiting for you.

I also was hoping, if you feel up to it I mean, and please don’t feel like you have to say yes… um would you want to go see a movie with me tomorrow night? We don’t have to actually go anywhere, there is a screening room here at the compound.

Anyways, just let me know. I should be back around 3pm tomorrow.

Try and get some rest.

Have a great day! :) Peter Parker

As you read, and reread the note, you felt the familiar butterflies erupting in your stomach and in your heart.

“Aaaaaah!” you scream, falling back onto your bed all while holding the note to your chest.

….Meanwhile on the mission...

“So Web brains, why do you keep avoiding me???” Clint asked over the ear piece as he shot an arrow at a HYDRA agent.

“What? Uh, what are you talking about Mr. Hawkeye?” He said as he swung up onto a building to keep lookout.

“You know exactly what I am talking about kid. Natasha, back me up here?”

“Yeah, you aren’t as sneaky as you think you are” Natasha’s voice came over the comm “listen, we all know you have a HUGE and not so subtle crush on Colette. You might as well man up and face Barton.” Underneath his mask, Peter was turning bright red.

“Wait, that’s what this is about?!” Clint said in surprise “I didn’t even realize… I am a freaking spy and I didn’t realize…..”

Peter didn’t reply until after he took down another agent on the roof he was on.

“Uh yeah… Mr. Hawkeye, I may have asked your niece out on a date for tomorrow night. I hope that is okay…” he said quietly, awaiting his response.

“Look kid” Hawkeye sounded a little exasperated “Coco might as well be my daughter.”

Peter’s heart dropping, assuming he was about to get told off.

“But she is an adult, and very capable of handling herself. That being said, you hurt her and you will find an arrow with your name on it stuck in that pretty little face you’ve got. Got it?”

“UHYESMR.HAWKEYESIR.”

Once the threat was neutralized, those who weren’t needed any longer went back to the quinjet. Deciding to play some games on his phone to kill time, Peter found he had a text from you.

Coco: (1pm) Hey there Spiderman! I found your note, and the smoothie, it was amazing! And I would love to go out with you tomorrow night :) Be safe!

Peter let out a happy squeal, only to remember he wasn’t alone. Straightening his face back out he shot you a text back

Back at the compound

Since you were wracked with fatigue, you decided to take it easy. You had taken a nice long bath (in the super fancy and HUGE tub you had in your bathroom), taken a 4 hour long nap, and let netflix ask you a few times if you were ‘still watching’ while binging parks and rec for the 10th time in your life.

You heard your phone go off as you were braiding your hair. Picking it up, you smiled to yourself seeing who it was from.

Spiderman: (10:50 pm) Awesome! We just have to get some intel then we will be headed back. I am excited to see you tomorrow :) Goodnight Coco :)

Without a second thought you shot him a text back before turning off the light and climbing into bed.

Coco: (10:52 pm) Glad to hear it :) Goodnight Peter :)

The next day, you went to see if Natasha or Wanda happened to be home. After no luck, you wandered over to the lab, knowing that Dr. Banner hadn’t gone on the mission yesterday. He wasn’t your first choice in having someone help you get ready for your date, but he was someone, and the two of you had grown closer recently. You felt like he was family, a second uncle, actually.

“Uh, hey Dr. Banner” you said as he looked up from where he was working “I need a favor…”

After explaining the situation, Bruce sighed before answering. “Really? Is Wanda or Natasha not here? What about your mom?” he said in an almost panicked voice.

“Nope, they’re on a mission, and my mom couldn’t get any time off today…” looking at the ground, you shuffled your feet uncomfortably.

“Okay.” he groaned “Fine. I will help you. You should know this is not my area of expertise.”

Looking back up to him, you jumped up to give him a big hug “Thank you sooo so much! I promise I will make it up to you!” you said excitedly as he gave you an awkward pat on the back.

Soon, you and Bruce Banner, the freaking Hulk, were out at a shopping mall. Banner was looking only slightly uncomfortable as the two of you looked through the racks of clothes.

“What do you think of this?” You asked, showing him a cute, short dress.

“No way Coco, your uncle would KILL me if I let you go on a date in that”.

You purse your lips and nodded in agreement, putting it back

After going back and forth showing each other different pieces of clothes, Bruce was the one to find you the perfect outfit for your date. It was a fitted green tee shirt dress, paired with a cream colored crochet cardigan with fringe on the bottom hem.

After trying it on, and finding some cute but comfortable shoes, you guys were headed back to the compound.

After about ten minutes of comfortable silence, you realized you hadn’t ever been on a date.

“Uh, Dr. Banner?” “Kid, we just went shopping together, I think we are on a first name basis by now. What’s up?” “Okay… Bruce? Um… I feel a little weird asking you this, but uh… I haven’t ever been on a date before…. I was pulled out of school before I could really get into all that.”

“Oh” he replied. “Well, what questions do you have… I may be able to answer them…. Actually couldn’t you just call your mom?” he looked at you with a worried expression.

“No, she has a major project she is working on… Please Uncle Bruce?”

At hearing you call him your uncle, he automatically melted, realizing you could ask him to do just about anything and he would do it for you.

“Alright, hit me.”

The two of you talked the whole rest of the ride back to the compound, and the ride back up the elevator.

Once the elevator doors opened to the residential floor, you remembered one last thing. You quickly turned around and put your arm in the way of the closing doors.

“WAIT! Before you go…. What do I do if he... Uh, you know… tries to kiss me?” you asked, face bright red.

“Well” Bruce stopped, scratching the back of his neck, obviously uncomfortable, “If you want to kiss him, kiss him back? BUT if you don’t want to, don’t. Okay? And if he tries to kiss you even if you tell him not to, kick him where it hurts and call me and a certain unfriendly green giant will deal with the kid. I’ve got to go work on somethings now, bye Coco.” You let the elevator doors close and you made your way to your room.

This might be your first date, but you had seen plenty of rom-coms to know the best way to get ready for one was to blast your favorite music.

Knowing that the artificial intelligence had a better sound set up than you, and knowing you had the residential floor all to yourself, you decided FRIDAY was the best option to get you geared up for your date.

“Hey, FRIDAY? Could you play anything by the band Haim?” “Of course, Coco” the AI responded. Soon you heard the first beats to ‘falling’ one of your favorite songs by them.

You danced around a little as you got ready, putting on some light makeup, and taking your hair out of the braids you had put them in after your shower the day before. You threw your outfit on, and ran your fingers through your hair a few more times.

Spiderman: (3:20 pm) Hey Coco! Sorry. We are just getting back and I need a shower. I seriously don’t think I have smelled this bad in a loooong time. I’ll be ready to go around 4 if that works for you???

Spiderman: (3:20 pm) Uh tmi… sorry!!!!!!

Not a minute later he got a text back

Coco: (3:21 pm) Sounds good to me! Glad you got back safely :)

Spiderman: (3:21 pm) Thanks Coco :) I’ll see you in a bit!!!! :)

Peter made it to your room at exactly 3:59. He had rushed through his shower and tried on at least 5 different outfits, making sure he looked perfect. He was all done by about 3:45 and had been talking aloud to himself for the last 15 minutes, trying to hype himself up to go knock on your door.

“Okay Peter, you are Spiderman. An Avenger!!!!! You have fought tons of bad guys. Hell, you’ve stolen Captain America’s shield from him! YOU CAN DO THIS.”

Finally, seeing that it was about 4, he quickly checked his reflection one last time before running out the door.

You had jumped the gun and was ready by the time Peter had texted you. This had given you too much time and spent it sitting around, playing with your hair, fidgeting with your dress, and second guessed your outfit about 10 times already. When you finally heard a knock on your door, you jumped up immediately. You threw the door open, and saw Peter standing there, looking amazing. His brown hair was in it’s normal messy curls. He was wearing a fitted red short sleeved, printed button up and dark fitted jeans. You could have sworn your heart had leapt out of your chest when he finally looked up at you, a huge smile playing on his lips as he checked you out.

“Um, hey Peter” you said shyly as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Hey Coco, you uh, you look incredible” he said quietly before giving you his arm “you ready to go?”

Looping your arm in his you nodded as he led you out of the hallway.

Of course though, you lived with a bunch of extremely protective people who considered the both of you family, so everyone, and I mean EVERYONE was gathered in the living room.

You heard Peter curse quietly under his breath before giving you an apologetic look. “Um, everyone sort of berated me for details of this evening… sorry.”

“It’s okay Peter, I assumed this would happen” you both took a deep breath before continuing on.

“Ah! There they are!” Tony said, announcing your presence.

“Didn’t think you could sneak away without saying goodbye to us first did you?” Steve said before giving Peter a pat on the back.

“Okay guys move out of the way!” you heard your mom from the back of the group “Oh baby you looks so beautiful! When did you get that dress???”

“Oh uh, actually I made Uncle Bruce take me shopping earlier.” you said, giving Bruce an apologetic look.

“BRUCE? Really?” Natasha said as she stared wide eyed at the scientist.

“Dang it Coco, I knew I should have sworn you to secrecy, I am never going to hear the end of this…” he said with a sigh as he glared at Natasha and Wanda who were in a fit of laughter at the idea of Bruce helping you shop.

“Well, thank you for helping her pick out some clothes. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you earlier, but looks like you were in good hands!” your mom said before kissing your temple. “Okay kids, get together! I have to get some photos!” She said excitedly.

You just groaned, looking up at Peter, mouthing the word ‘sorry’ as you two posed for some pictures.

You let your mom fuss over you for a few more minutes, surprised when not only your Uncle Clint, but Steve and Bucky fussed over you as well.

“Now Peter, you're alright and all, but if you hurt or even disappoint our Coco, we will have no choice but to murder you.” Bucky said as he glared down at the fidgeting boy, behind him Steve was standing with his arms crossed, making him look even larger than he already was. “We know where you sleep” Steve said, both of them backing up as they continued to glare.

Finally you guys made it out and away from the mass of your protectors. You had decided to get out of the compound for the evening, realizing having a private date would be virtually impossible with everyone you guys lived with. You were nervous enough without having everyone around to watch.

Once you guys made it to the car lot, Peter went to open your door.

“Colette, you really do look beautiful” he said as he let you into one of Tony’s more inconspicuous cars.

“Thank you” you said, barely above a whisper.

Peter bit his bottom lip as he grinned widely, running around the car to get in.

He put the car in gear and started heading out to the street.

“So Spiderman, where are we going?” you said as you fiddled with the radio, stopping once you found your favorite oldies station.

“Well, I figured we could go get something to eat, and then I promised you a movie, didn’t I?”

He pulled the car into the parking lot for an old-fashioned looking diner.

You fidgeted with your dress again and adjusted the cuffs you were wearing on your knees as Peter ran around the car to get your door.

The diner was mostly empty, so you guys picked a booth near the back, next to the jukebox.

The two of you talked all through dinner and continued way past the time you were supposed to head out for the movie, but neither of you noticed.

You loved talking to Peter. You loved how excited he got about seemingly small things, and you loved how comfortable you felt with him. Yeah you were nervous and awkward, but that was simply because this was all new to you.

Little did you know, Peter was absolutely infatuated with you. Everything you did he noticed. Like how you would perk up when he asked you about something you really enjoyed or were passionate about. Or how when you were feeling especially nervous you would bite your bottom lip and play with a few stubborn strands of hair that kept hanging in front of your face.

“Wait a second. You can dance?! How come this didn’t come up earlier??”

“I dunno. Can you dance?” he asked

“Nope. I have two left feet” you laughed to yourself, remembering the last time you had actually danced with someone had been back in the 7th grade.

“Well, how about I be the judge of that!” Peter stood up, holding his hand out to you, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No... no way! I really don’t need to embarrass myself like THAT. You already have a lot of knowledge you could use against me!” He let his hand fall with a scowl on his face. You thought you were gonna get away with this, but instead, Peter sauntered over to the jukebox, hitting a few buttons before he dance-walked over to you as he started singing along to Be My Baby by the Ronettes, pretending to hold a microphone in his hand.

“The night we met I knew I needed you so!”

“Oh no!” you gasped hiding your face in your hands.

“And if I had the chance I wouldn’t let you go!” He fell onto his knees in front of you dramatically as he continued, a little louder this time.

“So won’t you say you love me! I’ll make you so proud of me. We’ll make them turn their heads, every place we go!”

He took your hands, and swiftly pulled the both of you to your feet.

“SO WON’T YOU PLEASE! BE MY LITTLE BABY!” the song continued in the background and his lips were next to your ear “don’t be nervous” he whispered, “you could do anything and I’d think you were amazing”.

You bit your lip (for like the 100th time that night) and finally let Peter swing you around a small area the had staff cleared once they realized what Peter was up to. Soon ‘My Girl’ was playing and you finally let loose and was singing along as Peter continued to spin you around the restaurant. A few songs went by and you guys were still dancing and giggling and smiling widely at each other. Soon you heard ‘Dream a Little Dream of Me’ come on and Peter drew you in closer. He quietly hummed along as you guys swayed to the song.

Much to your dismay, the song ended, and a gentle quietness grew as you took a step back to look at Peter. He was smiling down at you, his eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips. Feeling a little braver than normal, you took a small step forward. You felt your heart flutter as you both leaned in to the other. Your eyes closed as you felt his lips brush gently on your own. Once his lips leave yours Peter pulled you in to a close warm hug with you smiling into the superheroes chest.

Soon sound of an upbeat song pulled you both out of the trance you had found yourselves in. Uprooting yourself out of his embrace, you smiled shyly towards the ground and sat back at your booth, him following your lead.

After a moment the waitress who had helped you guys made her way back to your table with the check. Come to find out, the diner was supposed to close about 10 minutes ago, but didn’t want to interrupt the two of you. In addition, the diner owner had been there and gave you guys a discount because you two had been ‘so damn cute’.

Once the bill was paid and you guys were on the road again, you finally saw the time. You guys had spent the whole evening at the little diner.

“So, uh, looks like we are a little late for our movie” you glanced at Peter, who still had the biggest smile on his handsome face, causing him to look even more attractive than you thought humanly possible. You made a mental note to try to make him smile more often.

“Yeah, wow. We sure did lose track of time didn’t we?” Noticing he was driving back to the compound, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

“Tonight isn’t over quite yet Coco, don’t worry.” He said, grabbing your hand to leave a chaste kiss, bringing back the smile he loved so much.

“Care to let me in on what’s coming next?”

“Well, I promised you a movie didn’t I?” “That you did.” “I cannot break my promise, especially without the threats Bucky and Steve gave hanging over me!” at that you laughed. You had been surprised at the Winter Soldiers protectiveness.

Once you guys had made it back to the compound, Peter parked in an odd spot. The oddness continued when he walked with you around the back of the building.

“Now, I know how good the security system of this place is, but I made a deal with Tony so that no one will bug us…. Do you trust me Colette?”

“”What?” you asked, having an odd sense of deja vu.

“Do you trust me?” “Yes.”

Peter pulled you into him, “hold on tight” he whispered. This time, you realized what was going to happen and soon the two of you were flying through the air, with you were clinging onto Peter tightly.

Once you felt solid ground beneath your feet, you let your grip loosen and let out the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

“Ah, I was wondering if you two would ever show up” Tony said nonchalantly. “Everything's all ready for ya kid.”

Before completely leaving the two of you alone he added “be a gentleman, or I will not hesitate to let Bucky and Steve know what happened. FRIDAY will be watching.” He winked at you and walked off.

Peter grabbed your hand, bringing you in through the patio door and down the hallway. Soon you found yourself in a giant room, filled with large plush chairs and an even bigger screen up front.

#hippietaco writes #peter parker x oc #marvel fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #please give feedback

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nhlhoser · 7 years ago

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On The Rocks - 14

Part 13 Masterlist

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Gameday.

My favorite kind of day, the energy is different-it's hopeful, positive and full of adrenaline with all the guys preparing for the game going through the rituals and exercises. The music-heavy bass and beat and extremely loud, someone the guys getting riled and moving was other are in the zone.

Auston Matthews is one of those 'in the zone' guys, quiet and visualizing. When he has his headphones on during his private stretch session after the Morning skate, is where he really gets zoned it. I accidentally witnessed this routine when I was helping set up the therapy rooms with Toad this morning.

Auston was the only player left in the dressing room, in his under armor and loose shorts, practically doing the splits stretching over both legs one by one, testing his mobility for each side. To no Surprise, he has more flexible going left, his shooting side, over his right.

I didn't stay long because it felt like I was invading a very private moment, his eyes closed hands twitching like he's stuck handling like he was in a play. It looked like he was at peace, this was his happy time. With that in mind, I high-tailed it out of there before he could see me.

As expected could be William is moving hype kind of guy, he's always moving and twitching on game day and only increases as the day progresses but as soon as his skate blade hits the ice he's in the zone and calm like Auston. Mitch is quiet on game days, he limits his talking to Auston and his words limited as he goes through his routine which, I don't even know because he does it privately like Auston than got playful during the warm-up.

I have become sorta involved in a couple rituals now if it's a pre-game massage or even just have too high five me, the guys are weird. Morgan is funny with his, he insisted that he plays better if he gets a shoulder massage right after his pre-game name, last night after he got the game-winning goal, I started to believe his ritual wasn't as crazy as I thought.

"I told you so Amelia, you doubted but look what happened last night! Game-winning GOOOOAL," Morgan has cheered with his hand on my shoulders shaking me as we laughed, Stephanie rolling her eyes but still laughed at us have been witness to a majority of the Pre-game massages in my living room.

Now that 2 and half hours until game time, Toad and another athletic trainer are trying to convince Frederick Anderson to let them assess his shoulder and neck have been the spot of concern recently after a game against Buffalo.

"I am fine," the Dutch goalie ground out visibly and audibly annoyed with the concerned staff. Both men unconvinced and about to continue before I swoop in.

"I think we should let him decide, the team doctor said he was fine, It's his body he knows best," I said carefully to my relief the trainers nodded and retreated to medical staff offices.

"Hopefully they'll leave you alone, but if it does bother you please say something," I pleaded to the way tall and wide Dutchmen who face is unreadable, but his eyes aren't as narrower and lighter.

"I just know I am ready! and It just felt like my word wasn't enough for them, I know they are looking out for my Health but man I need space," I was shocked at the usually tight-lipped man I front of me who just laid his problems out. Frederick must have realized he'd said more in the last 5 minutes than the past few weeks, a red hue blossomed on his pale face as an awkward crook smile appeared.

"Wow, been holding that for a while now," He breathed, running his hands through his short ginger locks, his shoulders not as tensed now too.

"Well, I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to say it, if you need anything let me know," I squeezed his shoulder as he nodded.

"Goodluck," I said quickly over my shoulder with a wave before I followed to where the trainer and Toad was working on someone's thigh, someone being William Nylander in only tight athletic shorts, unfazed is how I look but dying is how I am on the inside because he's a professional athlete with the body to match, a dumb grin graced his face before he winced again with a groan.

"Beaner, be nice to me, man" William teased the older massage therapist who only rolled his eyes before digging his fingers into the probably knotted muscles of Williams' thigh.

"Well if you stretched a little more after working out you wouldn't need this," Toad scolded with a smirk, as Will sat making faces at the back of Toads face, I had to hold my hand over my face and cough to hide my laugh.

"Be nice you two," I have pretended to scold the pair, I flicked the bottom of Williams' foot- the one not attached to the leg Toad working on, his leg coming up on reflex because I purposely hit a pressure spot, earning a glare from William.

"I help you yesterday and this how you repay me," William mocked a godfather voice, referring to car shopping yesterday.

"Actually it Was Kasperi who helped me," I corrected gently working my fingers on his calf.

"Well, you wouldn't have had dear Kappy if I wasn't with him," William chirp childishly sticking out his tongue but regretting when I dug my fingers into the sensitive flesh behind his knee, earning a yelp as he bit his tongue.

"Hey, now it's not my fault I don't have his number or I would text him too," I defend ignoring the glare I earned from Will for cause him a sore tongue.

"Whatever" He whined as Toad was finished up with his treatment on the thigh before whipping of the lotions and oils, meaning William was getting his leg taped- his hairy leg. I stifle a laugh when William realized the fate of Physio tape in his future.

"That shit hurts, I don't want it," William groaned as Toad laughed evilly whipping his thigh with rubbing alcohol to completely remove the oils.

"Well, sucks to suck," I said patting his shoulder before grabbing a roll of beige Physio tape and handing it over to the trainer coming into taking over for Toad, leaving William to the hands of said trainer not missing the glare from the blonde hockey player.

You could definitely hear the crowd in the hall but once you're in the change room you could only hear Mike Babcock as he talks to his team preparing them for this game, hyping them up to play. I sat in the medical staff room on massage stool, the trainers are all rushing around cleaning up the leftover tape and whatever was used on the players and whisper with the lead trainer very rapidly, something was up.

"Why is half of the staff running around like they lost their heads?" I asked Toad when he enters the room with a leafs windbreak in his hand and a shy smile.

"That's why I'm here, one the trainers broke his hand this morning and now they're short-staffed, and I may have already said you could fill in," My jaw dropped but was shut because the coat in his hand was tossed into my face before he continued. "You'll be paid double, as you'd be doing two jobs, all you have to do is follow instructions you'll just be standing in the tunnel," Todd smiled well patting my back with force to move my now grumpy ass toward the door as I pull the jacket on, an older short guy came over with a first aid fanny pack in hand.

"Thank you, It's league rule to have a certain amount of medical staff on duty and Bean over here doesn't have the certifications like yourself, Have you done anything like this before? Oh dear, I am Paul Ayotte by the way," The graying man said all in a single breath before sticking out his hand that I shook.

"Well, I was the athletic trainer for my brothers Lacrosse team if that counts," I said hesitantly as we walked towards where the players are getting ready, now 15 minutes until they have to go on the ice.

"Hmmm...what league? Because lacrosse is quite similar in pace and some equipment," Paul noted with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Junior A in Brampton and A.L.L in Toronto during the winter," I racked my brain to make sure this is correct, a shocked look crossed his face.

"Oh big boys, you'll fit in here just fine then!" The small man cheered entering the room of the players and drawing the attention of Mike Babcock and point at me with a thumbs up but he also drew the attention of all the guys into the room, my face and neck going red instantly.

"OF COURSE IT'S AMELIA TO THE RESCUE!" Mitch chirps coming up to ruffle my hair with his gloved hand, I do nothing to stop him just fake pouted well-making eye contact with Auston who's shaking out his shoulders before sending the smallest of smiles that if I had of blinked I would've missed it.

"Let's go, guys!" Calls out a hyped up Matt Martin leading the way out to the sliding doors of the Leafs dressing room.

"Goodluck!" I fist bumped Mitch simply as Morgan passes fist bump him up, down and blow it up to bring it back and dap, something we did a bit ago to make fun of Mitch.

"HA! We have a handshake, official besties," Mo booped my nose as I rolled my eyes pushing him towards where the guys were going out the door in their usual order, some moving faster and louder than others.

When all the players were out the medical staff followed, it was weird going out towards the loud arena, chills run up my spine, it was a great feeling.

"You should stand here, oh crap put this in your ear," A nameless person said to stick the earpiece in my eye and putting the walkie on my belt as she guildes me to be right behind Curtis before disappearing down the hall.

"Amelia Channel 1 during the game, 2 if a leaf goes down, 3 for the other team," Paul said as he was passing me to his spot behind the bench giving me a thumbs up and I him. Adjusting the earpiece and turn on the walkie I can hear nothing until Paul's voice rings through going over what to do during the game, I nod along as I adjust everything on my hip, I now have the first aid kit and Gatorade towel on my left hip, the walkie on my right but the earpiece in my left ear.

"-Amelia if you see something off about a player heath that they are hiding radio it, not just the leafs either, we're part of concussion spotters protocol, it's jersey color and number," I turned to make eye contact with Paul before nodding,"

I got into the routine easy if a player needed help I helped, very simple. It was middle of the 3rd period and a Tampa player got hit cleanly in the corner but he tripped as Polak as finishing a hit and the player continued to the opposite end of the ice, I watched him skate it was staggered and the slightest bit wobbly.

"White. 21. Hit to the head," I called now looking away from #21 bolts as he made it to the bench wobbling, the call worked its way through both benches and the Lightning's head trainer was huddled with the assistant coach watching the hit before they made it to the head coach who instantly nodded, all well the assistant trainer and player were talking before they head to the locker rooms.

"Good call," Paul looked sparing a brief smile before his eyes were back on the ice.

They lost 4-1, Todd and I were busy massaging out the muscles of players before shooing them to an ice bath or just out of the room. The mood after a loss is definitely a lot different than the pre-game, the hope is gone and spirits gone. Guys get their shit and leave or some linger around for each other, some already watching game tapes.

I was working on a moping Mitch's shoulder to avoid cramping and soreness because his dumbass blocked a shot, as a player goo but as a human dumb. I massaged the muscles with enough pressure to release's the knots and prompting unpleasant groans from the boy.

"I hate you right now," Mitch deadpanned his face down in the table, I only could muster a tired nose exhale as I continued the assault of his shoulder muscles my fingers slightly aching as I worked on half the team on the bench as well as after the game. Paul used my massage skills to the team's advantage as I could massage cramps out right there on the bench making the recovering time faster for the guys.

"Did you drive here?" Mitch asked once he was sitting up stretching out his joints, a lot easier now.

"Yeah," I sighed out starting the clean my station up around Mitch as he did his thing.

"Good, can you give me a ride? I told Stephanie I come over but I spaced before and came with Aus," Mitch admitted shyly I shrugged nodding too tired to talk. Mitch smiled going back into the other room as i busied myself with cleaning and Texting Steph about what happened on the ice and that I'll be delivering her boytoy.

Mitch fell asleep in the car and I was jealous, we had hit some weird traffic on the Gardiner Expressway which was kind of weird because it was almost midnight, I could feel an episode of road rage wash over me, I just wanted to go home. My knuckles were white with how hard I was gripping the stirring wheel, all the times I should have had a nap today go over in my head but I don't dwell because it only makes me more tired. When we finally get off the highway on to lakeshore and I could see my building I let out a cheer that sounded dreadful and woke Mitch up from his 40-minute nap.

"AH, I could've sworn you lived closer? Why did it take so long?" He yawned as I finally pulled into my complex and making my way to the underground.

"Traffic," I grunted putting my car into park, not waiting for Mitch I got my things and was halfway to the elevator before he was even out of the car and silently falling me up the rest of the way to the apartment.

Both walking like the dead we entered the Apartment to an energetic Steph a glass of red wine in hand and a takeout box of food outstretched towards us, Mitch goes for the food but she pulls back and shakes her head with a laugh.

"Yours is on the table, this here is for Hawkeye over here," The smaller girl teased placing the warm Italian food from the bistro just downstairs, but also the Wine. Instantly I chugged the alcoholic beverage as if it was regular grape juice.

"Ah, thank you. I am taking this with me" I said referring to the food, "and please don't disturb me unless someone dies," I grumbled dragging myself and belongs past the cuddly couple who migrated to the couch well I was drinking the wine, grabbing a water I was up to the stairs after brief goodnights.

I ate, showered and fell asleep naked.

The best way to sleep in fresh sheets.

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sheikah · 8 years ago

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Hindsight

Or the super fluffy and melodramatic post-wight hunt ficlet you guys requested :) Loosely based on leak spoilers if you’re avoiding those!

[AO3]

(P.S. I did use a cut since this is kind of long. I apologize if it doesn’t function properly on mobile.)

“Khaleesi, please. You must eat something. You must.”

Dany ignored Jorah and continued staring out the grimy tower window. It provided only the faintest view of the roiling sea beyond. Between the ocean mist, the sunless sky, and the dirty glass, everything was shades of grey. All things considered it was the perfect setting to match her melancholy.

“Daenerys,” Jorah tried again, his voice soft. “It’s been a day and a half. We need to start planning our next move. You need sleep. Food. Please.”

She turned to Jorah slowly, raising her red-rimmed eyes to his. There was a world of pity in their blue depths. But it didn’t matter. What could pity do for her now? It couldn’t bring Viserion back. It couldn’t bring Jon back.

“Leave me,” she whispered. Jorah watched her helplessly for a moment more and then departed, his head hanging with disappointment.

Dany sighed, facing the window again and wrapping herself more tightly in the cape. His cape. It was so lovely, the fur lining thick and warm, though Dany suspected she might never feel warm again.

It had been weeks before when they were trekking up from the caves back to the castle that Jon had given her the cape. She caught a chill from the wind rolling off the sea in the night and Jon had swept the cloak from his own back to throw it over her shaking shoulders.

“I’m f-fine,” she had protested through chattering teeth, bringing a smirk to Jon’s lips.

“Of course you are, Your Grace. But why not wear it all the same? It suits you.”

She had worn it almost every day since, comforted by the weight of it on her back, the smell of Jon lingering in the pelts. It was laughably ill-fitting, swallowing her tiny form and trailing behind her when she walked because she didn’t match Jon’s height. But she had liked wearing it, and enjoyed the knowing looks they exchanged when Jon would see her in it and offer one of his rare little smiles.

Now it was all she had left of him.

And no one to blame but herself. What kind of queen was she if she couldn’t protect her closest friends? What kind of mother if she couldn’t protect her children?

Dany was weak and tired with grief but every time she closed her burning eyes she would see Viserion plummeting from the sky and through the sheet of ice. If she so much as thought of sleep she was confronted by the Night King’s wicked sneer of triumph as he watched her dragon fall to his death.

In the quiet she could hear Viserion’s screech of pain when the spear pierced his flesh, the last desperate beat of his wings in the air. When her dragon’s beautiful, creamy golden wings had vanished beneath the ice Dany felt like the spear had landed in her own heart instead, agony so sharp it left her gasping for air, hyperventilating, forgetting to maintain her grip on Drogon as he soared over the devastation below.

It was Jon who had called her back to the present, Jon who reminded her why she had flown into hell itself.

“Daenerys!” he had yelled, his strong voice cutting through the snowy wind to reach her in the sky, drawing her attention to her friends stranded on the battlefield.

So when she and Drogon had landed on a patch of clear ground to let the survivors clamber aboard, Dany felt the slightest glimmer of hope. Viserion was fallen, her child, her love, a part of her that could never, ever be replaced. He was gone; but Dany knew his death had been the price she paid for the lives of these men. With Viserion’s aid she had come in time to protect the men who would help her lead humanity through the Long Night.

Tyrion had advised her not to fly North, but watching Jon cut down dozens of wights and even an Other to protect his friends, Dany had known she made the right choice to save the lives of the men she had put in harm’s way.

But then Jon Snow had fallen and just like Viserion he sunk into the icy lake, a lake surrounded by wights. Dany had circled Drogon back around once, twice, three times, dodging spear throws and arrows from below, waiting to see Jon’s head break the surface of the lake, waiting for an opening to land again and drag him from the frigid waters herself if that was what it took.

But Jon didn’t come back up. And Dany had been forced to give into the urging of Jorah and Beric Dondarrion when they begged her to fly for Eastwatch while they still had the chance.

So here she sat, suffocating under the weight of her regret, wishing she could do it all differently. Dany longed to go back to that night on the beach. She would thank Jon when he wrapped his cape around her. She would look up into his eyes, black in the moonlight, and tell him she believed in him. That she knew now he was a man of honor and loyalty, a good man. A man who would never deceive her.

A man she had sent to his death.

She still remembered the day Jon left, how she had felt watching him ready his boat on the shoreline. A dark dread had seized upon her heart and something inside her begged her to intervene. Something told her that the markings on the wall in the caves beneath Dragonstone mattered. That her weeks at Jon Snow’s side had shown him to be an honest and pragmatic man, a man who would never fabricate fantastical stories to undermine her. Something told her that he was telling the truth, and that this wight hunt was a fool’s errand and a waste of their precious time.

But her doubt and uncertainty had won out in the end, and she reminded herself that if this Army of the Dead was indeed real, they would still need proof to convince all of the Southern houses to join the fight.

Jon had approached her last, after everyone else was in the boat, preparing to push off. He was awkward, hesitant, clearing his throat and refusing to look her in the eye.

“If I don’t return, at least you’ll finally be rid of the King in the North,” he quipped.

No, she had thought desperately. No. If I had my way you’d never leave my side again. I believe you. I trust you. I need you. Stay with me. Stay.

Instead Dany had lifted her eyes to find Jon’s, her heart breaking at the look of tenderness that came over his features when he saw her unshed tears. He looked unfairly handsome with all his well-worn armor and grim resolve, the black curls of his hair escaping the tie in the wind.

“No,” she answered in a choked voice. “I’ve grown used to him.”

Jon had smiled sadly at that, shifting from one foot to another for a moment before nodding and turning to the boat at last. Dany had not stayed on the beach to watch them sail away. It was more than she could bear.

It was only now she knew that she had been right to worry and wrong to ever allow their plan to go forward. She had been wrong from the moment she met him—wrong to doubt him, wrong to command him to bend the knee. He was as passionate and untamable as she was, and she wouldn’t have him any other way.

But he was gone now. Hindsight did nothing to change that.

Dany was startled from her thoughts by the sound of her chamber door. This time her visitor hadn’t even bothered to knock, and she shifted in her seat to face Jorah standing in the doorway again.

When she opened her mouth to order him away he raised a hand to silence her.

“My queen, there is something you need to see at once.”

Dany’s heart pounded in her ears as she waited for what he would say next. Had the Night King caught up to them already? Was he at the castle gates with his demon army, waiting to smite them all and then begin his deadly assault on Westeros? An assault that she knew could have been resisted if only she had listened, if only she had trusted Jon.

“There’s a visitor. In the downstairs bunks.”

It was then that she noticed his grin, his posture, the look of someone who had just received good news.

Jon.

Dany stood so quickly that her chair fell backward and hit the wooden floor with a loud clunk as she fled the room, bustling past Jorah and out into the castle’s dark and unfamiliar hallways. But something pulled her in the right direction, guiding her clumsy steps as she broke into a jog, descending the stairs and passing through corridors until she stood before the door to the first floor bunks.

Jon’s friend, Tormund, the enormous man from North of the Wall with fire in his hair, stood sentinel at the entrance, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Dany.

“Careful, Yer Grace,” he cautioned her. “He’s in a bad way—”

Dany’s heart leapt at the confirmation in his words and she abruptly shoved by him into the room.

It was dark and windowless, lit only by a newly-set fire in the ancient grate. In the shadowy back corner she saw Jon laid out on a cot, his face bloodied, clothes wet and dirty and caked in blood as well. But he was alive, breathing, looking up at Beric, who regarded him with his one good eye and spoke quietly.

At the sound of her arrival they both looked over and Jon’s face softened, his cracked lips curving into a smile.

Dany felt a cry burst from her throat and she ran to him, heedless of how the others stared, of her unkempt hair and swollen eyes. She tripped and stumbled on the hem of the cloak as she went but she didn’t care about that either, too overwhelmed with joy and relief at the sight of him, at the life in his eyes and the breath in his chest.

She flung herself at Jon, wrapping her arms around the bulk of his wildling furs and hugging him close with all her strength. They had never embraced before, had never even touched one another aside from the simple courtesy of Jon offering his hand to help her through the uneven footing of the caves back home; but Dany didn’t care that it was too familiar, that it was inappropriate. He was alive and she would never take that reality for granted again.

Jon chuckled in surprised delight at her fervor but the action sent him into a fit of coughs and Dany pulled back, her brows knitted with worry. But before she could say anything Jon spoke first, his voice a barely audible whisper.

“Are you alright?” he asked her, raising a trembling hand to push the hair out of her eyes.

“Me?” Dany shook her head at him in disbelief, smiling through her tears. “You fool,” she murmured. “I am now.”

Jon slowly wrapped his arms around her and Dany leaned into him, nuzzling her face against his neck. She could scarcely believe it was real, that he was here, that he was moving and talking and clinging to her like a lover. She still feared she might wake up in the lonely tower to find it was just a cruel dream. After all, to have him back was more than she deserved after everything she had done.

“Forgive me. You were right all along. I never should have let you go,” she sobbed. “Don’t … don’t ever leave me again.”

Jon tensed at her words and Dany held her breath, fearing she had gone too far. How could he want her now? The woman who had doubted him and then failed to save him when it mattered most.

But then Jon tightened his arms around her, shushing her soothingly before speaking at her ear. “Don’t you worry. I’m not finished with the Dragon Queen just yet. I’ve grown used to her.”

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