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Its me again... sorry. I was wondeting if icould get poly! Blair x serena x jenny taking care of sick reader? Maybe a quick cameo of Dan checking up On the closest thing he has to a bestie?

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Under the Weather (poly Serena van der Woodsen, Blair Waldorf, and Jenny Humphrey x gn reader)

Warnings: sick fic, slight hurt/comfort, throwing up/feeling nauseous is talked about a lot here in case that bothers anyone, they/them pronouns used to refer to the reader in a gender neutral manner

You told Serena not to go out in the rain when it was below freezing, but of course she didn't listen and just did what she wanted like usual. She ended up catching a cold from it and was thankfully better within days, but you on the other hand weren't so lucky. Whatever she had was passed onto you, where it erupted into something much worse.

A runny nose, a sore throat, and a pounding headache (not to mention feeling so nauseous you could barely keep food down) were just some of your symptoms. You couldn't even move out of bed you were so weak, which led your partners to think that maybe it couldn't entirely be blamed on a little cold and you got it from somewhere else.

Serena, for her part, felt absolutely awful over what happened, regardless of whether it was her fault or not, and spent most of her time cuddled up in the bed next to you, acting like a remorseful puppy dog. While it was nice to have her there, you had to admit it was a teensy bit annoying how she wouldn't leave your side under an circumstances, even when you had to use the bathroom.

Thank God for your two other girlfriends being there to help you. Jenny did most of the cleaning up after you, and Blair had Dorota make you some homemade soup for when you were strong enough to stomach it. Between the three of them, you were well taken care of, even if you still felt like crap.

"Serena, you've gotta get off me," you grumbled after waking up that afternoon with a temperature that felt like you'd just bathed in a volcano. "I'm burning up."

"Aw, baby, I'm sorry," she cooed before pressing a kiss to your cheek. She pulled herself away from you as she sat up on the bed, just enough to give you a little space. "Do you need an icepack for your head?"

"No, I just- Urgh." Your hands immediately went to your stomach as you rolled over, curling up into a fetal position on your side. "I think I'm going to hurl."

"Jenny, Blair, we need a bucket," the blonde called out for them before reaching her hand out to rub your back, trying to offer you some comfort. "It's okay, honey, I'm here."

"What's going on?" Blair questioned as she entered the room in a hurry, her brow furrowed into a look of concern at the sight of you lying in a ball on the bed.

"We need a bucket. I- I think they're going to be sick," Serena replied as she continued to rub your back, glancing over at Blair as she spoke. "Where's Jenny?"

The brunette's nose wrinkled up at the mention of you getting sick. "She went out a little earlier to get more tissues. I told her I'd have someone get them for her, but she insisted."

Serena sighed and nodded her head in understanding. That sounded like Jenny, alright. Always wanting to do things by herself rather than taking help when it was offered to her. "Okay, well, we're going to need the bucket from earlier. Do you know where it is?"

"Um, yeah. I can go get it for you." She turned and went back down the hall, almost running into Dan on the way out. "What are you doing here?" She questioned with slight suspicion, eyeing him as if he was an underground informant wearing a wire. Blair was known to be protective, but it was amplified when you didn't feel good.

"I just came to check up on them. I heard from Serena that they weren't feeling well," he explained, not at all taken back by her intense demeanor as he was pretty used to it by now.

Leave it to her to blab. Blair knew Serena meant well, but sometimes she ended up doing more harm than good. "Well, she was right. But you can't see them right now. They're about to be sick, and I need to get a bucket for them before that happens." She turned on her heel and left before he could respond.

He considered just leaving like she told him to, but the thought of you, his best friend, laying in bed because you felt so awful made him keep going. He carefully pushed entered the bedroom, the door having been left open. You were still curled up in a ball, with Serena practically glued to your side as you tried your best not to hurl.

"Hey," he greeted in a soft voice as he slowly approached, not wanting to startle you, especially now of all times.

"Honey, look. Dan's here," Serena muttered quietly while giving your arm a light pat to get your attention.

You let out a barely audible groan at the news as you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it would somehow alleviate the migraine you had. "B- Bucket," you managed to choke out, a warning that you wouldn't be able to hold down your vomit for much longer.

"Blair!"

As soon as her name was called, the brunette came rushing back in, carrying the bucket. She shot Dan a dirty look as she passed him before setting the bucket down in front of you, which you took gladly. She gently rubbed your shoulder as you puked, both her and Serena doing their best to keep you as calm and safe as possible.

Jenny arrived just then, carrying a grocery bag full of tissues and hand sanitizer, among other things. "Oh, geez," she said under her breath when she saw the state you were in, immediately dropping the bag as she made her way over to you.

"Look, sweetheart, Jenny's back," one of your partners spoke to you, though it was hard to tell who exactly when your head hurt so bad and both your hearing and sight seemed to be dampened significantly as a result of it.

"Hey, baby. I went and got you some more stuff," she spoke in a low and soothing voice while watching you with a visible look of concern.

"Thank you." Your voice was raspy and weak, making you sound as though you were on death's doorstep. Obviously you weren't, but they couldn't help but worry about you regardless.

"Maybe you should get some more rest," Dan suggested as he awkwardly hovered near the bed, wanting to comfort you and help make things better but not really knowing how.

"You know, that's actually a good idea for once," Jenny commented, to which her brother simply rolled his eyes. "Lay down and sleep a little bit more that way you can hopefully get through the worst of it, okay?"

All you could do was nod in agreement, far too weak to protest (not that you wanted to, as a nap sounded really great right about now). You got comfortable in your spot on the bed and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

When you woke up again, you weren't sure how much time had passed, but miraculously you actually felt a little bit better. Blair and Jenny were gone, and surprisingly Serena was, too, though you weren't completely alone as Dan was napping in a chair across the room from you.

"Where is everybody?" You questioned, your voice feeling scratchy and dry from how sick you were. God, you needed some water.

He let out a soft hum as he stretched, clearly not as asleep as you thought he was. "They're downstairs getting something to eat. I told them that I'd watch you so they could take a break without having to worry too much."

"How thoughtful of you, offering to look after sick little old me," you lightly teased in response as you sat up some in bed. "I'm surprised you're not worried about catching whatever it is that I've got."

"Well, at least if I do I'll have you there to take care of me," he quipped in turn, an amused smile toying with his lips as he watched you. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he seemed relieved that you weren't nearly as sick as you were when he first came over.

You let out a snort of laughter. "Yeah, right. If you get as sick as I got, you're on your own. Get Vanessa to take care of you."

He was about to retort with his own playful comment when the door opened and all three of your girlfriends came waltzing in. "Baby, you're awake," Serena said as she immediately moved to get on the bed next to you, pulling you in for a hug.

"Serena, be careful with them. You don't know if they're still feeling as awful as they did earlier," Blair chastised with an eye roll at her eagerness while Jenny walked in carrying a bowl of soup.

"Here. I brought you something to eat in case you feel up to it." She gave you a soft smile while setting the bowl down on the nightstand. You had to admit, it smelled heavenly, and for the first time in days your stomach wasn't automatically churning at the thought of consuming food.

"Thanks, J. You're the best." You reached out to take her hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze to show your appreciation. "Do you guys wanna watch a movie or something while I eat?"

"As long as it's not another one of those cheap horror movies," Blair stated while giving Jenny a pointed look.

"Hey, Friday the 13th is a horror classic! It's not my fault that you didn't like it," the younger blonde pouted while crossing her arms before getting on the bed with you.

It was hard not to smile at the sight of them lightheartedly bickering with one another, a sure sign that things were finally going back to normal after they spent so long worried over you and your health. Despite how awful you'd been feeling, you couldn't deny it was nice to be cared for.

You allowed all three of your girlfriends to cuddle up on the bed with you, Dan still in his chair as you turned on the TV and put on some random holiday film. It was enough to make you forget that you'd been sick, at least for a little while.

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Wings

Daryl Dixon x Reader [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]

Babysitting Judith was amazing, not that she needed a babysitter but Michonne preferred if someone was with her while she herself couldn’t be there.

“Come on Jude, time for bed!” You called out, chasing after her, trying to g her ready to sleep and hoping she’d lose some of that typical child energy by chasing her around the house or longer than was honestly needed. You’d never mind it all, it was great to only have to worry about a little kid’s bed time for once in a while. The only worries being the ones between the four walls you were currently sharing with probably the happiest resident of Alexandria. After running up and down the stairs countless times the little one finally started slowing down. “Oh noooo you’re catching meee!” She whined when you eventually picked her up and carried her to her room. “Yeah I did, you sleepyhead, you got to tired to run away. That means ya gotta sleep.” You carefully tucked her in and gave her a small kiss on her head. “Goodnight, kid.”  You id softly as you left the bedroom. Before you could close the door completely, you heard a small ‘Goodnight’ and smiled to yourself as you closed the door and went back downstairs to drop yourself onto the couch.

You had been staying at this place for two days now and were currently deep in conversation with Kelly, who decided you needed some company after Judith’s bedtime. And of course none of your friend’s evening visits would be complete without a skillfully stolen bottle of alcohol and the two of you were deeply indulged in tipsy talk of boys, girls and anything that was not meant for children's ears.

“No, really. You wouldn’t even be able to imagine what I’d let that guy do to me..” You rambled on and on about your secret, not so little crush. “I wanna have his babies, oh my god.”

Kelly was practically crying in her seat from laughing too much, trying to hush herself to make sure she wouldn’t accidentally wake up Judith. “I never thought you were the one for kids, though?” She questioned into the room. “Especially now with the world gone to shit and all.”

You just kept blabbing on about how in love you were and how there was finally some hope once their group came into Alexandria and Kelly only fed you more questions to answer without an ounce of shame, all he way until the bottle was empty and your heart had spilled enough to satisfy her curiosity and you were close to falling asleep on the couch.

After Kelly left it wasn’t long before you passed out and slept peacefully until morning, when you were woken up by Michonne who had arrived home earlier than you expected. Your first instinct was to glance over the coffee table and lucky for you Kelly had thought to take the empty bottle back with her when she left. “G’morning, you.” You muttered, still half asleep. Looking further across the room you saw Judith quietly sitting at the dinner table, doodling something and making sure she wouldn’t wake you up while you still slept. “Good morning!” She happily called from the table, to which you lazily waved hello back while slowly getting up, praising whoever was listening to bless you with a morning without a hangover after drinking as much as you did yesterday.

“thank you so much for watching her again.” Michonne spoke as she gave you a goodbye hug at the front door after you shared breakfast and packed your things to head back home. “If you ever need the favor returned, let me know alright” She called after you with a mischievous smile and a happy wave before closing the door again.

You made your way back home and took a quick shower before going off to find Daryl who was supposed to come over yesterday to talk about that run you two were going on tomorrow, but he never showed up and you were curious to find out why.

Daryl was making his way over to Michonne’s place where he was meeting y/n to discuss their run, but before he knocked on the front door he heard laughter coming from the living room and checked through the window and spotted Kelly and her sharing a drink and laughing, listening in to their conversation he quickly decided he wasn’t gonna be a part of all that and went back home. The words he heard her speak mulling around in his head throughout the whole night and into the morning.

It wasn’t long before you found Daryl. After checking his place and finding empty, you saw Aaron’s garage door open and peeked in to see Daryl working on his bike. “Hey, good morning!” You called from outside the garage. You received  a Hey back without him looking away from his bike. “Can I interrupt or are you dropping by my place when you’re done?” You asked, still from your safe distance. No one was allowed too close to his bike whenever he was working on it, not even Judith dared to get close to uncle Daryl’s garage when he was working. “S’alright. Lemme finish up here first.” He still hadn’t taken a single glance away from his bike and you took it as your sign to leave him alone and wait back at your place.

After sitting in the living room for what felt like way too long you started wandering around the house, picking up one item after the other and see if it was useful enough to pack for your run. You remembered Daryl telling you to only pack what was necessary, but you found so many things useful with your what-if way of thinking that you always carried an already full bag from the start of the run and having Daryl carry more than he was planning to because of your, according to him, bad habits.

Eventually there was a knock on your door and you almost threw yourself down the stairs to open the door and allow Daryl to come in and finally sit down to work out a plan.

“Hey! Good to finally see you.” You invited him into your home that was still a mess of items never put back after runs, blankets and pillows  thrown around the couch and that was only the living room. There was more silence from him as he paced around, trying to find a spot that wouldn’t be right next to you on the couch. Questions were all over your mind, but you had to get to the point. Your biggest problem now was not being able to focus at all on the important run you were gonna go on, before going over why he hadn’t shown up and had been so weirdly quiet and distant.

“Were you working on our bike all night again? you didn’t drop by yesterday like you said you would.” You were sounding more worried than you wanted to let on, you knew that there was something wrong if Daryl spent all day tinkering away at his bike. He was still looking around at all of the stuff scattered throughout your place, mulling over the multiple ways he could answer. ‘You were drinking’ was one of them. ‘Ya were havin’ fun’ was another one, he’d never want to end your enjoyable night with a friend by coming over to talk about work. ‘Didn’t wanna hear more about the guy ya wanted to bone ya.’ Or more likely, not wanting to find out which pretty young guy she was so happily talking about.

“Came by,  heard ya talk about guys with Kelly.” He said carefully, still avoiding your gaze. “Okay, so? You know we would have stopped as soon as you walked in, right? This is way more important than my tips rambling.” You had noticed him staring around and you felt guilty for not even cleaning up a little bit, knowing he’d drop by today. You had started with grabbing the pillows and tossing them into your basket an folding the blankets on top of it to at least make some space on the couch for Daryl to come and sit while you sat back down in the chair next to it.

“Or is there something else you want to talk about? there’s clearly something bothering you.” You didn’t feel safe going on this run tomorrow if this wasn’t talked about and properly dealt with.

Daryl knew this as well, if you two were going to go on a run without your heads on straight, either of you could end up getting hurt or worse and thinking about that idea had Daryl close to panicking earlier last night on top of those thoughts of what you talked about. He knew this was something he needed to share today and it was stressing him out.

“S’what ya said to Kelly. Heard something I should forget about. Tha’s all.” He sighed as he dumped himself on your couch, unsure if he chose the right words and afraid of the confrontation he was gonna have and couldn’t simply run away from.

“So you heard me talk to Kelly about,” You sighed, thinking back to your conversation, going from topic to topic, crossing out everything that wouldn’t have affected him like this and ended up on hat moment where you were shamelessly telling her what you’d want Daryl to do to you, but you couldn’t remember if you’d even used his name at all. “We talked about boys, so what?” You never mentioned his name in the part that he heard, or what you thought he had and now you had to decide wether you were telling him who all of that was about and confess, or let him imagine who you might have been talking about and get it wrong every time.

“Why’d ya want a guy to do that to ya in this world?” Daryl asked just loud enough for you to catch it before you could say anything else, and now you had to think of an answer. You thought about how much easier this was to answer if Kelly had been the one asking the question. Realizing what your head just told you, you knew how to answer him. Just tell him what you’d tell Kelly that was the truth and it should be said out loud before you could come up with a shitty excuse. Not daring to look him in the eyes, you were twiddling your fingers in your lap, gathering the courage to speak your thoughts out loud. Taking a deep breath you had to go for it. “All that was about you. We were talking about you. We both think you’re amazing. Her only as friends of course but I’ve been feeling more for quite a while and I’m sorry you heard all that. We drank too much and I wasn’t thinking.”  Rambling on you almost went into an over-explaining fit because of how nervous you were and honestly you just wanted to disappear.

The silence wasn’t helping at all either, making your doubts ring even louder in your head. “Ya crazy, kid. But a good crazy.” You carefully looked his way after being dragged out of your head by his voice. “I don’t get it, really. Jus’ happy ya ain’t after one of them Alexandrian boys.” This had you giggle as Kelly gave you the exact same answer when she asked if you were interested in someone and found out it was Daryl.

“Is that all you’re gonna say? You don’t get it but what? You’re okay with it? You just don’t feel the same? Or you do but you don’t know how to say it.” You weren’t sure why you were asking so much, you weren’t even sure if you wanted to know the answers.

“Can’t say I slept well after what ya said an’ thinkin’ it was about one of them other boys.” He was talking around the point and while you just wanted him to say what he was thinking, you knew it was difficult for him too. “So, what now? We just pretend this never happened, go on before?”

Daryl thought about it for a bit, pacing around the room rummaging in his pocket and pulling outa pack of cigarettes, holding them up for you to see. “You can smoke inside, there’s an ashtray in the kitchen.” You motioned towards the kitchen counter, understanding he needed a smoke after such a difficult talk. You saw him visibly relax as he took a few drags and sat back down with the ashtray balanced on his leg. Rethinking his plan he placed the ashtray back on the coffee table and placed his cigarette in it before leaning back in the chair and patting his leg, motioning for you to come over. “Yer gonna have ta help me with this.” He said and picked up his cigarette again as you hadn’t moved yet. “I do like ya a lot. But I wanna go on that run before we talk about all of this.”

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Felix Felicis

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Request: “Can you do Draco x Hufflepuff reader fluff where they’re cuddling together and all he wants to do is make her laugh because she failed an exam earlier that day so he’s trying to do everything he can to cheer her up and overall it’s just super fluffy? Thank you have a great day❤️❤️”

Summary: After (Y/N) has a rather unfortunate week, Draco does everything in his power to change that. In a way, he was (Y/n)’s own little Felix Felicis.

A/N: This was my first request so I was a bit nervous writing it! I enjoyed every bit though, this was a very cute request. I hope it was everything you wanted and more anon <3

If (Y/n) didn't know any better, she would've claimed that the world had it out for her. And after the week she had, who would have blamed her? On Monday in potions, she had stirred the wrong way causing a reaction that made her eyebrows disappear(thank god for makeup). On Tuesday, she had slipped and fallen in the great hall which caused a chorus of laughter from every house, including her fellow Hufflepuffs. Wednesday, well, nothing happened. She felt relieved. She had answered a question correctly in DADA, had a free period that overlapped with her friends, and had taken an exam in potions which in her opinion was very easy! Her stroke of bad luck was no more! She was ecstatic...until Thursday came around. If she had thought the rest of the week was bad, then Thursday was absolutely fucking dreadful. Her day started off fine, she woke up, got dressed, and put on her favorite perfume. She didn’t use it often, only when she expected the day to be amazing 

That hopeful feeling of luck was short lived and ended by the time she got to the great hall. The Weasley twins had rigged a prank on the wrong person which resulted in her face being stained blue, when she got to her first class her seat was taken by someone else which she didn’t have a problem with. That was until she noticed the only seat left was near Fletcher Digby, who was known for his noticeable...odor that was...to put it nicely, absolutely putrid. By the end of her day, she had gathered up a broken shoe, a run in her stockings, a rip in her blouse, and the blue tint to her face had somehow gotten worse - which she later found out was sweat activated. (Y/n) was usually very optimistic. Even during the cloudiest of days or saddest of times she was always there to offer encouraging words and a smile. If a fellow Hufflepuff was sick, she’d often bake them something with the house elves or give them the last of her sweets from Honeydukes. She even did this for people in other houses as well, a ‘Get Well Soon!’ card attached along with it. That’s what her boyfriend, Draco, loved about her.

She was his light in all the darkness, the candle to his flame. When she came into his life, she taught him many things. His love for her was deep and pure and anyone would be a fool not to notice. That’s why Draco was concerned when he started to see her throughout the week less and less. During the school day, they didn’t have any classes together but even then he’d always wave or smile to her during hallpassing. He’d leave a kiss on her forehead in the great hall before heading to his own table and waited for her after her last class of the day on Friday. So when Draco found himself waiting a lot longer than usual outside of the potion’s room he grew concerned. He pushed past a few students entering the room. His smile dropped when there was no one left in the room but Fletcher Digby. Come to think of it, had he seen her at all today? He assumed she came to the great hall late but now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen her leave with her friends. There were no quick pecks during hallpassing, winks when they saw each other. He quickly strode the halls, looking for her. He was worried, it wasn’t like (y/n) to just miss a day of class with no warning or explanation prior. 

“Hannah, have you seen (Y/n)? I haven’t seen her all day and I'm growing quite worried.” He said pulling the Hufflepuff off to the side. If anyone were to know where she was, surely her roommate would. The girl took a moment to think. 

“Hm, no. I haven’t seen her since this morning. Before I left the dorm, she was still sleeping. She was really distraught last night so I’m not surprised she decided to stay in. However, I do admit that is completely unlike her.” She offered him a sympathetic smile as he thanked her before heading in the direction of the girls dormitory.

He knocked on the door, finding it to not be locked as it popped open. He walked in only to find that her bed was empty. The only person to be found was Luna, who was holding (Y/n)’s favorite stuffed giraffe (one he had given to her as a present once). She hadn’t noticed him yet but wasn’t phased when he let out a sharp, “What are you doing with that?” she simply turned around and offered him a soft grin.

“Hello Draco, (Y/n) asked me to bring this to her. She was having a terribly bad case of wrackspurts today. One of the worst cases I’ve seen really. So she went where she usually does when she has a bad day although, I think you should bring it to her now that you’re here. Also give her this, it’s a good luck charm I made for her. It should get rid of the wrackspurts and bring luck along with it.” She spoke, handing him the stuffed giraffe and a necklace with a peculiar charm made of tiger’s eye. He looked at it for a sec before taking it, offering her a nod before heading off where he knew you’d be.

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You sat cross legged on the old, comfy couch, drinking the cup of chamomile and lavender tea Hagrid had brought to you. You had grown quite close to the gentle giant throughout your years at Hogwarts. During your first year, you were having an awful day, not as bad as the week you were currently going through but still quite a bad one. You were homesick and missed your family dearly. Your housemates tried to cheer you up with treats and kind words and although you appreciated them dearly, nothing could stop the tears from flowing. That’s when Luna came in, she brought you straight to Hagrid’s hut and explained your dilemma. He welcomed you both in, brewing you tea and offering whatever treats he had. Soon enough, your tears stopped. Hagrid’s hut slowly started to become your home away from home as he offered it to you whenever you liked without asking any questions if you weren’t willing to talk.

Usually, you’d slowly start to tell him what was wrong but today was one of those silent days. Many would expect Hagrid to be absolutely horrid with emotions but, he had like a 6th sense when it came to them. He decided to leave you alone for a few hours, tending to his duties. When he came back, he had gotten you your favorite dessert from the house elves. They were always more than willing to send and make you things because of how kind and helpful you were to them. You sipped at your tea as you softly pet Fang’s head which was resting in your lap. You and Fang’s heads both perked up as you heard a knock at the door. Hagrid walked to the door to see who it was.

“Ah, I figured I would see ya sometime soon.” he said, stepping to the side to let whoever it was in. Draco stepped into the small hut, closing the door as he came to sit near you on the couch. You instantly threw yourself into his arms which in turn, caused him to wrap his arms around you tightly, placing a kiss on the top of your head as he stroked your back. Hagrid took that as his sign to leave, taking the large dog with him. Draco let you cry a bit, his heart breaking at the noises.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere, love. Are you alright? Luna told me to give you these.” He said as he handed the girl her giraffe. She hugged it tightly as he put the charm around her neck. She sat between her lover’s legs sighing. He held her close as she described her day, his heart aching from all that she had to deal with and his mind cursing him for not realizing sooner.

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“And on top of all of that, I failed my potions exam! That wouldn’t have been bad if I hadn’t gone on blabbing to all my friends how well I thought I did on the bloody thing. I just feel like the world has it out for me.” She said looking up at him. He nodded in understanding. He had stayed quiet as she had vent to him, just providing the listening ear she needed. That’s when he got a few ideas. He smiled before standing up, stretching his hand out for the girl to grab.

“Come with me. I’ve got an idea! Quickly, we mustn’t be caught.” He said eagerly as he stared at her. She hesitantly grabbed his hand, setting Georgie, her giraffe, on the couch before she was swiftly dragged out of the hut. Draco pulled his girlfriend along, running as she tried to keep up due to the fact her legs were much shorter.

“Where are we going, Dray?” She asked which prompted a quick “shhh!!” from Draco. They both ran across the grounds of the school, hand in hand as to not be caught. (Y/n) had no idea where he was taking her but she thought anything would be better than moping around the rest of the day. They both tried to contain the wild giggles coming from their mouths as they headed in the direction of Hogsmeade.

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As they finally made it, they both still had smiles on their faces at the rush they had gotten from sneaking off. Draco had tied his tie around the girl’s eyes leading her in the way of whatever wild idea it was that he had. “What if we get caught? Someone is bound to see us.” she said, her face forming a frown at the thought of being caught.

“Oh hush darling, we’ll be fine. Besides if we do happen to get caught in some trouble, I’m sure my father won’t mind bailing us out.” He said, finally removing her blindfold. She opened her eyes to see...Madam Puddifoots? She gave him a strange look. “We’re here to get a laugh out of the things that happen in here, sweets. Trust me, you’ll see. Act natural.” He took her hand, leading her to a small booth. 

Soon enough, she saw and heard what he meant. The sight of all the couples with their peculiar behaviors was quite a laugh. They saw one couple come in with matching crochet sweaters with each others faces on it, another referred to each other as each others “snuggle-boop-kitty-fuzy-wuzzykins”and only that each time they spoke to each other. But along with the odd, mushy, and gushy couples came a few odd breakups too. One man tried to propose by reciting an “original poem” which turned out to be stolen, causing his boyfriend to dump scalding hot tea on his head. Another guy forgot he scheduled dates with 4 different girls at the same spot, on the same day..didn’t end well for him. A few employees had to carry him out on a stretcher as the girls all exchanged numbers.

By the time they were back on their way to the castle, (Y/n) was already in a better mood. She held an ice cream cone in one hand, and Draco’s hand in her other. They both paused coming to the same realization. Although it was easy to sneak out, how would they sneak back in? The couple locked eyes at the same time before Draco picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder. (Y/n) made sure her ice cream didn’t fall as her boyfriend sprinted in the shadows, using a passageway she had never seen before to get back into the castle. Once inside, they both held in their giggles, quieting their breathing from the run back to the castle as they made their way to his dorm. By then she had long finished her ice cream as he tossed her on his bed, throwing himself down next to her shortly after. (Y/n) rolled over towards Draco to find him already facing her. The pair sat in silence for a moment before both losing composure. They began to laugh hysterically, to the point where a tear or two was shed. After their little laughing fit, Draco sat up, pulling his girlfriend on top of him. She turned, straddling him as she placed a soft kiss on his lips before resting her head on his shoulder.

“I just wanted to say thank you Draco. Not even just for today but for being there whenever I need you. This was honestly one of the worst weeks of my life but if I’m honest, I’d go through it all again to have another evening like the one we just had.” She said as she nuzzled in deeper, taking in the scent of expensive cologne and cinnamon. Her lover was taken back by her words. She was the only one who made him feel like that. Her words meant more to him than anything in the world. He tightened his grip on her, holding her close to him.

“I’d do it all again and more just to see you happy. Why don’t we make this a regular thing of ours, hm? Every friday, we’ll sneak outside the castle and do whatever we want, indulging to our hearts can’t handle it anymore? Even if not, everyday with you is an adventure, sneaky trips or not.” He said. Draco meant what he said full heartedly, everyday she managed to make his life an adventure, learning new things about himself that he didn’t know were there. It was like he was a canvas and she was the painter, each day, each moment, a different stroke of color on his heart.

Perhaps it was Luna’s good luck charm or perhaps it was them, but from then on out each day seemed luckier than the last when he had his girl on his arm.

[procrastinatorimagines]

I Want Us Part 4

Fandom: SVU / Chicago PD

Series: I Want Us

Part 1 //  Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 (Final)

Pairing: Carisi x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 1,273

Summary:  When a child abduction case crosses state lines in New York, Intelligence flies out to meet the Special Victims Unit and track down the missing boy. With the clock ticking, both units decide to mix up partners in order to combine their knowledge of the case with knowledge of New York City, pairing Intelligence’s newest member Y/N with Detective Carisi. After successfully catching the suspect and saving the missing boy, Y/N ends up spending a little more time with Carisi than expected before returning to Chicago.

You woke up slowly, stretching with your eyes still closed as you enjoyed the comfort of the bed you were in, many, many steps up from the motel bed you’d dreaded going back to last night. But you hadn’t, instead, you’d spent the night with Detective Carisi instead, something that had worked out in your favour in many different ways. 

The smell of bacon and fresh coffee filled your nose as you eyes fluttered open, smiling contently as you looked to find the other side of the bed empty. Slipping out of bed and throwing on Carisi’s shirt you made your way into the kitchen, following your nose until you found the man in question working away at the stove. 

He smiled brightly when he saw you, a look that made you feel warm inside as he took in the sight of you in just his shirt. “Hey, morning, you sleep alright?” He asked, tossing the bacon.

“Yeah,” you told him, wandering over to where he’d put out a second cup of coffee, his own next to him on the counter. It smelled amazing, and a quick glance at the bag next to his coffee maker told you that this was the good stuff, Italian roast by the looks of it. “You always make breakfast like this?” You grinned, only just noticing what looked like biscotti further along the counter.

“As much as I can, feels like starting the day on the right foot,” he replied, a little bit of an awkward silence filling the kitchen as you sipped the heavenly coffee in your hands, making a mental note to get your hands on some of it when you got back to Chicago. 

You glanced at each other, unsure of what to say, until finally you bit the bullet and said: “I don’t usually do... this,” you admitted, gesturing with one hand. 

Carisi smiled, “yeah, yeah me neither,” he agreed, making you feel a little better about the fact that you didn’t really have much of idea about the etiquette in these situations. “Not that I regret it or anything,” he added, a little hurried, cheeks going slightly red.

“What? Oh no, no me neither,” you confirmed, laughing a little, “I had a good time, really good actually,” you told him and he perked up.

“Yeah? Good, me too,” he said softly, sliding the bacon off the pan and onto a plate and making his way over to where you were stood. He dropped the spatula into the sink near you and gave you a kiss, soft and lingering as images of the night before flashed through your mind.

You were so lost in the moment you hardly heard the beeping of his phone, Carisi breaking off the kiss and apologising to you as he switched off the alarm. 

That’s when you saw it, the time.

Crap. Oh crap.

“Is it that late already?” You asked, eyes wide as Carisi paused, phone screen still visible in his hand. “Oh god, I didn’t even think-” you started to panic, looking around for your phone and spotting it on the other end of the kitchen counter. 

Carisi let you past, “it was flat so I put it on charge, didn’t turn it on though, sorry,” he told you as you as the screen flared to life. “I probably should have woken you up...

“Thanks,” you said, only half listening, sighing at your own stupidity as about a dozen missed calls from Antonio came up on the lockscreen, “oh, and no no, I never mentioned my flight, that I am already going to be so late for... I am so screwed.”

You pulled the phone out of the charger and rushed back to the bedroom to throw on your clothes, feeling a little guilty about rushing out on Carisi. But what choice did you have? As much as you wanted to stay, if you didn’t get this flight you were going to be in big trouble with Voight, and you already had to rush back to the motel to grab your bags. 

Reappearing out of the bedroom, discheveled but fully dressed, Carisi closed up a box of food and slipped it into a carrier bag. “At least take some breakfast with you,” he offered. You accepted it gratefully, patting yourself down one more time to make sure you had everything you’d come up with. 

“I’m so sorry about this,” you apologised but he waved you off.

“I understand, don’t worry,” he reassured you

“I’m glad we did this though, and not just because we saved a kid and caught a bad guy,” you said as he walked you towards the door, grabbing your arm and pulling you back as you went to open it. You knew you’d be thinking about the kiss the whole flight home, feeling a little breathless when he finally moved away, brushing his lips against yours one more time.

“I’ll see you around Y/N,” he said, stepping back so you could leave. 

“Bye Sonny,” you breathed, giving him one last smile before heading out the door, the feeling of his lips still tingling on yours.

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“You’re late,” Antonio told you as you rushed to catch up to him outside the airport, hair a mess and buttons of your shirt most likely not done up correctly. You were supposed to meet up with your unit for breakfast before you headed back to Chicago, but you’d barely managed to grab your luggage and check out of the motel before rushing to catch up to them at the airport.

You’d had some of the food Carisi had made in the cab ride over, regretting how quickly all the romance from the previous night had replaced with a quick kiss and lots of panic. The food wasn’t helping, it was way too good to be eating in the back of a cab, and you wished you’d been able to spend more time there this morning.

You felt bad about leaving like that, especially after the night you’d just had, but you were barely awake as you half stumbled into the airport, the others having gone through to check in while your partner had waited.

“We were either going to leave you or call a manhunt, where the hell were you?” Antonio asked, falling into step together as you went to catch up to the others, just about having enough time to get to your flight.

“I was... sorry, I overslept,” you blabbed, not a lie but not exactly the whole truth.

Antonio looked you up and down, taking in your dishevelled appearance before letting out a telling laugh. “Uh huh, sure, where exactly? Because your motel bed was unslept in when we went to get you,” he said pointedly, as if sussing out exactly where you had been but wanting you to say it. Detectives.

“Oh, I er, well I...” Wow, you thought, smooth, no one would believe you’d even been undercover with how you were fumbling in that moment, finding yourself surprising flustered.

Antonio just laughed more. “Special Victims gave their regards, and another congratulations on a job well done by the way, you weren’t there but I guess Carisi already filled you in that,” he teased and you rolled your eyes, looking away as you started to blush.

It was going to be a long plane ride home, you thought to yourself, but you had no complaints. Still, you wondered if you’d ever see him again. 

Intelligence and SVU had been brought together more than once now afterall, and you had a feeling that you’d find yourselves brought back together before too long.

[ihatecoconut]

4 Times People Found Out They Were Dating, And The One Who Always Knew.

1-      Jack

Jack was, to most people, pretty mild-mannered. The angriest most newsies had seen him had been during the strike, and even then, it wasn’t anything on how angry some of the other older newsies could get.

Some people said that he was mild-mannered thanks to the years of being in charge of the newsies, others argued that he was their leader because he was so calm all the time, but it was irrelevant really. Jack was calm. He was the one who broke up fights, he never started them unless he was defending someone.

This was the reason it was such a surprise when Jack and Race got into a heated argument one night after the littles had gone to bed.

“Jack, all the littles are asleep. You don’t need my help.”

“It’s not the point is it?” Jack hissed back, teeth clenched and very aware that raising his voice would wake them up.

“Then what the hell is the point?”

“You keep sneaking out! And don’t think I don’t know where you’re going, you’re sneaking over to Brooklyn every night, ain’t ya?”

Race didn’t see the point in denying it. “Yeah, I am, what’s it to you?”

“What’s it to me? You’re my second! Mine! If you wanna be Brooklyn so bad, you might as well stay there.”

“Maybe I will.” Race snapped, keeping his voice low, and then he turned and left, continuing his original path out of the lodging house, pausing to call back to Jack, “Don’t expect me back in the morning.”

*

Race was many things, a gambler, a newsie, but most importantly he was true to his word. He was not back in the morning, or the evening. Through the day Jack could put on an indifferent face- “I’m not in control of where he goes, he sells in Brooklyn anyway, he’ll be back this evening”- but when Racer was nowhere to be seen come sunset he began to worry. The littles sensed that, they knew something was wrong when it wasn’t Race who woke them in the morning, he would always tell them if he wouldn’t be there.

“I want Racer to tuck me in.” Rain objected. A chorus of ‘me too’s agreed with him and Jack found himself looking around the littles’ area hopelessly.

“He ain’t back yet kid, sorry.”

A couple of them started crying and Jack looked around desperately for help. To his relief, Albert and Crutchie had come in to settle them down.

Albert caught his shoulder as he moved out, “You need to apologise to him. He’s Manhattan, and we need him.

“I will. In the morning.”

Morning came and Jack bought less papers than usual, planning his walk over to Brooklyn and his apology to Race in his head. He managed to sell a few on the walk, stopped by one passer-by to ask where the boy he normally bought from was because he hadn’t seen him today or yesterday. Jack gave a quick and hopefully sufficient answer and walked on, behind him the man shrugged and opened his paper.

“Ay! Hot Shot!” Jack called, gratefully upon seeing Spot’s second, Hot Shot gave him a cold look.

“You ain’t supposed to be in Brooklyn.”

“I’m looking for Racer.”

Hot Shot stared at him for a couple seconds.

“I’m here to apologise.”

“He’s with Spot.”

“Thanks.”

Jack walked away, forcing himself not to glance back at Hot Shot despite the feeling of eyes on the back of his neck. Everyone knew Spot’s normal selling place; it was where his newsies could find him with a problem or where other boroughs could find him to discuss business.

The only problem was that Spot was nowhere in sight when he approached the docks.

Confused, Jack began to wander around, glancing around and listening out in case Spot had decided that he’d had enough of Race on his turf and was going to soak him. He glanced down an alley, saw two boys kissing and hurriedly kept going. It was weird, he thought, that Spot hadn’t gotten rid of the boys who used his selling spot as a make out spot.

“Kelly!” He turned at Spot’s voice,

“I’ve been looking all over for you two!”

Spot raised an eyebrow, Race was standing a little way behind him and his lips looked kinda swollen, and he had a bruise on his neck and- oh. Jack almost laughed, how had he missed that? This was why Race had been sneaking over to Brooklyn at night, this was why Spot was alright with him selling in Brooklyn.

“I’m sorry,” he found himself saying, before he’d even finished processing his stupidity, “I know you’re Manhattan, and I shouldn’t have accused you have being a traitor or anything, but I need you- I can’t run it without ya.”

“How sweet.” Spot muttered, but he shut up when Race moved past him to hug Jack.

“That was all I needed.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He paused and glanced at Spot. “I get it now.”

2-      Davey

Jack ran Manhattan and Davey had been his right-hand man during the strike, so he guessed it made a small amount of sense that some newsies from other boroughs assumed he was now Jack’s second. Most didn’t seem to care either way when he corrected them until he ran into Queens’ second. He couldn’t remember the kid’s name, and the kid only called him ‘Mouth’ so he wasn’t really interested in learning it.

“Ay, Mouth.”

“Hey.”

“I just want to tell ya that when I take over for Queens I wanna make a proper alliance with ‘Hattan, now you’re the second.”

Davey nearly told him that he wasn’t the second, that was still Race no matter what people seemed to think, but the kid’s attitude confused him. “Why not before?”

“Didn’t wanna when there was a risk of having to deal with the last one.”

“The last… second? Racer?

“Yeah, fuckin’ fairy, y’know?”

Davey did not, in fact, know, but he nodded anyway and didn’t correct the kid because he was a little worried about what his reaction would be. He found Les and Jack quite easily due to the amount of noise they were making and quietly explained what the kid from Queens had said to him, only saying that he apparently didn’t like Race for whatever reason.

Jack’s face went hard, and he nodded, smiling when Les turned back to them. “I’ll arrange a meeting with Queens soon.” Was all he said, and Davey relaxed, it wasn’t his problem anymore.

Or he thought it wasn’t. Not correcting the kid had apparently been a mistake because he had gone and blabbed to a load of his friends about how the Mouth was replacing the fairy, and it had got to Brooklyn, which was why an angry Spot Conlon had shown up at their lodging house demanding to speak to Jack. Both Davey and Race had got up when he had come in, but both been ignored.

Together they watched the boys argue from the window, Spot kept hitting his cane on the ground as if the emphasise a point.

“What do you think’s wrong?” Davey asked, knowing Race knew Spot much better than he ever would.

“Apparently some kid from Queens has been going around saying Jack made you second.” Race replied, “he asked me about it today.”

“Oh God,” Davey muttered, remembering the kid from a few weeks back.

Race turned his head to stare at him, “What? What did you do?”

Normally he would have been slightly offended by the accusatory tone in Race’s voice, but the guilt at maybe being the cause of this overwhelmed that and he quickly retold the conversation.

Race frowned, “He say why he didn’t like me?”

“Yeah… he called you a fairy. I don’t…”

“You don’t know what that means?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m queer.”

“Queer?”

“I like boys like most guys like girls.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

Spot’s anger suddenly seemed to make more sense. Spot didn’t hate Davey; he wouldn’t have this big of an issue with him being Jack’s second. He was angry on Race’s behalf.

When he saw Spot pull Race out of sight, just before he left, Davey waited until Race came back.

“So, Spot, huh?”

Race threw a cigar at him, “Shut up.”

3-      Crutchie

Crutchie walked in on them, there was no long build up to him finding out, he just refused to be distracted by Davey who knew exactly what Spot and Race were doing on the roof. (making out)

Davey knowing had been a slight relief to Race, he could tell one person the truth- who actually bought him a new shirt, why he had a small flower behind his ear, where he was gonna take Spot the few times he came to the Lower Manhattan lodging house rather than the other way around. And Davey had performed admirably in the position of confidant, even going as far as to distract anyone who made like they were going to wherever Spot and Race were hiding.

This time, he had failed. Crutchie wasn’t as easily distracted as the other newsies (neither was Jack, but he was still keeping Race’s secret) and he had noticed Davey’s pattern. He had also noticed bruises on Race after Spot had been by and was suspicious.

Slipping away from the group and making sure he was out of Davey’s eyeline, Crutchie quietly made it up the stairs, as quietly as one could when using a wooden crutch. Unfortunately, Race and Spot were very confident in Davey’s abilities and slightly distracted by each other, and so did not hear the crutch on the stairs or anything at all until Crutchie went “Oh my God!”

Yanking away from each other they both gaped up at him, trying to come up with some excuse for why they had been kissing. Crutchie gaped back and the roof was silent for a very long time.

Eventually Crutchie found his voice again, “Sorry, I’ll just, uh…” he backed away finding the door with his hand, “Carry on!” and then he fled, as fast as he could, sitting next to Davey and swearing that he would never doubt him again.

Up on the roof Race and Spot watched him go and immediately started laughing, great gasping laughs of relief and hysteria.

“It’s Crutchie. He wouldn’t tell anyone.” They reassured each other, “We’re safe.”

4-      Katherine

Katherine hadn’t really meant to become part of the newsies group, she had just been hanging around them because she was dating Jack, and after they broke up, because she was friends with Davey and his sister and the lodging house was really the only place she could meet up with them. Anyway, she accidentally had become part of the group and Race had taught her to play card games, she was pretty certain he let her win whenever she did, but he was a naturally nice person and they never did it for money between the two of them due to the huge imbalance.

Regardless of the imbalance, the three years between them, and the fact that they had almost no common interests, one year on from the strike, Katherine considered Race one of her closest friends. Weirdly, she found that he was also the person she went to for relationship advice when Darcy asked her on a date- Race was kind, slightly cynical, understanding of her confusion and supportive when she eventually decided that she did want to go on the date.

Three months into dating Darcy, it suddenly hit her that Race gave shockingly good advice, almost as if he were in a long-term relationship and understood personally. He was especially good at advice when Darcy had to move away to help his father with business.

“Are you seeing anyone?” she asked as they sat down at the back of the room for their private game,

“Like dating, a ghost or a shrink?” Race responded, grinning up at her,

“Dating.”

“Why miss Pulitzer, you are a taken woman!”

She threw her cards at him, “Answer the question, idiot.”

He sobered suddenly, “Why do you want to know?”

“You give advice like you are. To me, about Darcy.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“I am seeing someone.”

Sensing that he didn’t really want her to push the subject, Katherine nodded and picked up her cards again. Race did not, staring at the small table instead.

“It’s Spot.”

“What?”

“I’m seeing Spot.”

She blinked twice. Not selling papers meant that she only really spent time with the newsies in the evening and she wasn’t completely aware of the complex newsie politics, but… “The King of Brooklyn?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m impressed,” she told him, trying to steer the conversation back to the light-hearted joking he seemed to prefer, “that’s some catch.”

Race laughed and finally picked up his cards again, “For sure.”

 Later as she was leaving he hugged her, “Thanks Kath.”

 +1- Albert

Albert prided himself on being Race’s best friend, the first person to know when something was wrong or right in Race’s life, the first person Race told when he had won big at the races and he had spent years in that position. Years that he had spent learning Race’s body language, learning how to tell how Race was feeling at a glance and he could.

He could always tell when Race was unhappy or upset and would know what to bring to make him feel better- and the reverse, he could always tell when Race was happy, and about a week after the strike was settled Race had started coming home after selling happy every single day.

Curious, Albert had asked to sell with him at Sheepshead one day and had been accepted. Race chattered on, as usual, as they made their way across the Brooklyn Bridge and towards the races. They split up to sell- two newsies in one place sold less papers- and met up again for lunch, where they were joined by none other than his majesty himself, Spot Conlon. Albert’s first thought was that he had come to argue about Albert selling in Brooklyn, but Race’s explanation that the two of them just hadn’t spent much time together seemed to fly just fine, and Spot bought all three of them lunch.

Watching Race while he ate his sandwich, Albert finally understood what was making him so happy- it was Spot. Just Spot. Always Spot. And when Spot leaned in to brush a crumb off Race’s face, apparently having forgotten Albert was there, Albert relaxed, happy in the knowledge that his best friend was loved.

He watched the others find out, was the first one that Jack cornered to ask about it when he brought Race back from Brooklyn after their argument, watched as Davey protected them whenever they were in Manhattan and was thankful when Kath and Crutchie gave their acceptance in their own ways.

But, Race was still his best friend, his brother, and it was immensely satisfying to be able to give the King of Brooklyn the shovel talk.

[im-abanana]

Finding time to write small one-shots in between online-classes is hard, but boi, this quarantine is perhaps making me slightly more productive?

I shamelessly took inspiration from @geekgirles‘s wonderful Rock!BranchAU (love you, friendo <3), because I just love it and everyone probably knows it at this point-- and I just had to give Tresillo some screen time too, bc I’m just weak for that pal.

Some related parts: part 1, part 2

Summary: Rock!Branch isn’t the best at taking certain hints, so it takes a good friend, who also happens to be an experienced family man, to help the rocker realize what the funk is going on. 

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The last thing Branch expected to receive from Tresillo that morning, as he anxiously waited for Poppy outside the Pop Trolls’ medical office, was a honest congratulations and a perhaps-too-vigorous pat on the back. 

“Congratulations, for what? What do you mean?” the overly tattooed Rock Troll tilted his head, a vague and irritating sensation of disorientation burdening his already fully-loaded cargo of negativity. Being the responsible and reliable man he was, he hated not being able to understand something immediately. Was Tresillo making fun of him?

Either way, Branch decided that he didn’t care, at least not at the moment. “Listen, I’m really not in the mood for riddles. Poppy is not feeling well, and this medical appointment is taking hours… I’m starting to worry,” he fearfully admitted, hoping that part of the weight on his shoulder would disappear. It didn’t work, of course.

“Poppy’s sick?” The Reggaeton leader’s brow furrowed, his expression not at all ironic; on the contrary, he seemed sincerely taken aback by the Captain’s defensive response. “But I thought she was pregnant?”

Oh. Oh, alright. Branch must’ve misheard, and that was totally comprehensible, considering his actual concern for his beloved mate. Or Tresillo must’ve simply misinterpreted the situation, which was completely fine too, it happens to the best of us. 

Poppy wasn’t pregnant, she couldn’t be! … unless?

“And you’re making this assumption because…? I mean, h—how would you know!?” the Captain’s last sentence came out a bit more hysterical than he intended, but he took little notice. How could he take notice, when the pieces were finally coming together?

Upon hearing the Rock Troll’s stupefied question, the Reggaeton leader raised his eyebrows, somehow smug— No, there was actual pride shining in his bluish eyes, with just a tiny amount of amusement. “Why are you acting so surprised? I have fathered three fine trollings after all, and two more are on the way. Créeme Branch,” Tresillo put an encouraging hand on the freaked-out Captain’s shoulder in hopes of calming him. “when Tambora and Marimba got pregnant with our second clutch, I was the first to find out. At some point, you just know.”

It made sense. It all made a terrible, awfully plausible sense.

“So, that’s w-why… y-you really think that Poppy is… could she—” Branch blabbed and stumbled, scorching blood pumping furiously into his pointy ears and probably flooding his entire brain cavity, because the typically eloquent rocker couldn’t string two words together right now. Hell, the world was spinning so hard he could barely stand on his feet!

“If you ask me, there’s a good possibility that Queen Poppy is expecting. I mean, the rounder belly is pretty self-explanatory on its own, but only you can know for sure,” the cerulean Troll replied, his fingers squeezing Branch’s skin tighter to give further support. “The point is, did you give her a reason to be?”

Holy Rock, she actually could be. The signs were all there too, right under his nose; it would explain the constant tiredness, the bigger appetite, the unusual carefulness in each step and movement she took. Last week, when Poppy decided to postpone her own birthday party because ‘she wasn’t feeling like celebrating’, Branch had feared she’d gotten seriously sick. But now—

Now the young Captain had something else to be worried about, something even more important.

An egg, a trolling. A small, precious life that he and Poppy, the kindest soul and the most beautiful angel who ever walked on the planet, had created together. That mere, simple thought alone was enough for Branch’s chest to swell with pure joy and a sense of privilege.

On the other hand, their offspring would be the first half-breed Troll ever generated in… decades or centuries, at the very best. Actually, was there ever a Rock-Pop Troll? And how would the others react to the news? Being pushed away, or worse still, being treated like an outcast or a freak, was the last thing Branch wanted for their child.

“What if the other Trolls don’t accept it? What if they push our kid away, just because he or she is different?” the Rock Troll whispered, his anguished gaze glued on the doctor’s pod front door. 

He needed to see Poppy now. He needed to hear her sweet voice, full of reassurance and positivity, or at least, Branch needed to know if the Pop Queen was sharing his own doubts and fears about that particular subject.

“Branch,” what reached his ears instead, was the voice of the Reggaeton Trolls’ leader, this time dead serious and almost peremptory. It demanded respect and attention, and the Captain couldn’t help but give it to him— now more than ever, Branch understood why Tresillo was a tribe leader. “Have you seen my son, Charango? Physically, he is a Reggaeton Troll through and through, with markings on his body and dreadlocks to prove it. And yet, anyone can see how excited he gets when his tìas Wani, Gomdori, Kim-Petit, Ari and Baby Bun come to visit us; he genuinely adores them and their music. Understand what I’m getting at?”

Branch suspected he must’ve had a pretty dumb and clueless look on his face, because Tresillo let out a lighthearted laugh and went straight to the point. “What we are, what we truly are, cannot be seen or touched. We are the decisions we make, the things we’re passionate about. Perhaps my son is a bit Reggaeton and K-Pop inside— so what? Mi música no discrimina a nadie, remember?” 

Stunned by that frankness and wisdom, the Rock Troll took a moment to reflect on the Reggaeton leader’s words. Yes, it was true that everything had changed for the better since Poppy united the kingdoms, but his usual paranoid-self couldn’t help but wonder if the other Trolls were actually prepared for such a thing, for a more tangible and physical representation of said union. 

“So, do you think the others will just accept it? No curious glances, no nasty comments, no nothing?” Branch finally spoke, his skeptical voice firm, but barely audible. 

“While I wouldn’t know about that, I do know that this new generation we’re creating is genuinely… mejor. I can see it in my children’s eyes,” Tresillo firmly replied, laying his benevolent gaze on his three offsprings. “and one day, you will see it in your own kid’s eyes, Branch. On this, I’m absolutely sure.”

The pensive Rock Captain slowly opened his mouth to answer, but a little voice beat him to it. “Papà!” staggering a bit clumsily on feet that were still too big for his tiny, growing legs, one of Tresillo’s trollings approached the two friends. “Moms said they need you right now, and— oh, hello Branch!” the kid chirped, in high spirits as usual, staring happily at the grey rocker.

Branch instantly recognized him, it was Charango. The color of his skin was the same, unmistakable cerulean shade of Tresillo’s, elegantly covered in orange, magenta and yellow stripes and patches on his arms, legs, chest and face, reminding of Tambora’s own body pattern. The child’s nose was yellow and his irises were bright pink, just like his dreadlocks which, however, displayed multicolored tufts of green, ochre and cerulean blue too. 

“I better go then, the bosses are calling for me,” Tresillo chuckled, a playful grin appearing on his face as he vigorously patted his friend’s back for the last time and picked up his cheerful son. “Good luck, Branch. Whatever happens, just know that you’ll always find a friend in me and my tribe members.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it,” Branch tipped his head gratefully at the tribe leader, and then at Charango. “Take care, the both of you.” 

As the Rock Troll silently watched father and son heading home together, laughing and talking of this and that, he couldn’t help but hope— perhaps a bit selfishly? —that he too could have that kind of relationship with his future children, one day.

The sudden bang of the doctor’s pod front door caught his attention, and before the young Captain knew it, Poppy’s voice resounded in the air. 

“Branch, Branch! Come here, quick! You definitely wanna hear the news,” Poppy cried out, her smile brighter than the sun and exuding an excitement she had never shown before. What Tresillo had said was true apparently, there was no need for words; the Rock Troll understood as soon as her magenta, sparkling eyes met his.

To his own surprise, as Branch wrapped his muscular arms around his beloved mate’s waist— where a small life, their own radiant future, was slowly growing —he realized that he wasn’t scared anymore.

[timeandspacenovelist]

Wargames Worries

Set before and after Wargames 2020.

The sweet but peaceful tones of “A Whole New World” filled the air with a relaxing atmosphere as Candice LeRae hummed along. She just taken out a nice turkey (it was a week after Thanksgiving, allow her) and she set it alongside the other lovely dishes on offer. Today was planning day for WarGames and in addition to going into war with these ladies, she also got on decently well with them. She and Dakota had patched things up after their falling out last year and Raquel seemed alright. Toni and she had met a few times over the past two years or so and she liked her, so that’s good as well. So in order to make this day as good as it could be, alongside the turkey there was a lobster, some Texas ribs and some snacks imported from New Zealand. Now all that was needed was for the guests to arrive. She checked the clock, 3:00pm. Johnny had his game to watch, so he would be occupied. She didn’t want him blabbing about anything unintentionally. She had to outright click delete on a tweet that he was about to send that was gonna reveal Indi as Ghostface before the time called for it. She loved him so much, but honestly, he frustrated her sometimes. She took a few cleansing breaths as she thought about the day ahead.

“Ok, first time planning as WarGames captain. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’m in control. Rhea did it last year, what’s the worse that can happen?” she said to herself. Maybe it was gonna be a good day. Then the doorbell rang.

She opened the door to three smiling faces who no doubt got a whiff of the food as they almost bulldozed past her. She was glad that part was a success, at least.

“So how are you guys doing?” she asked, trying to start off the get together on a friendly note.

“Well, Raquel and I just finished working out and Toni.. What did you say you were doing again?” Dakota stated and then asked.

“Mmmm? Oh, I was getting some new gear,” Toni said, her mouth full with lobster, “I’m really sorry Candice but I hadn’t eaten today and it looked so nice.”

“That’s fine Toni. It was for you anyway.” Candice said, a smile appearing on her face because of the Australian’s love for the food. She hadn’t quite gotten a chance to ask Toni exactly why she liked lobster so much, but one day she’ll tell her.

“Where’s Johnny?” Raquel asked, the Latina taking Toni’s initiative and digging into the turkey.

“In the bedroom, watching the game.”

“Don’t you two usually watch together?”

“Yes, but today, we’ve got something important to do.” The captain of Team Candice and the namesake, (Dakota suggested Task Force X but was rejected), then went over to the couch and picked up her iPad. She flicked through a few unneeded pictures (she didn’t know why she had a picture of Pawdme’s paw) before settling on the picture of the plans she spent last night drawing up.

“I figured since we’re up against some tough competition, we’d best prepare as well as we can. No four on 1 attacks this time.” That was slightly disappointing to her as they had enjoyed the use of the numbers game a lot over the past few weeks, but this time, they had to go toe to toe.

“Umm, Candice?” Dakota said, her hand raised in the air like a diligent student.

“Dakota, you don’t actually have to put your hand up.” Candice said with a soft smile.

“Ah, sorry. Force of habit,” the Kiwi said, blushing slightly in her embarrassment, “who’s gonna be the first one going into the cages?” It was a valid question. They had unexpectedly lost the advantage match so they would have to enter first. The person who went in first usually would be the one to set the pace and hang on, Candice herself knowing that personally.

“Well, I was gonna suggest that....” The sentence wasn’t completed as the trio were startled by the shout of Dakota who’s shocked face melted into a warm wide grin as she realized the mysterious person who touched her was Pawdme. The captain of Team Kick sunk to her feet and began to play with the Garganos’ dog, rubbing her belly and giving her high fives.

“Dakota, are you gonna listen to what I’m saying, or are you gonna play with Pawdme?” Candice sighed and asked, already knowing the answer. Every time she came over, this always happens.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” she responded, clearly distracted by the rather cute pup.

Candice just shook her head and turned her attention to Toni and Raquel. Toni was, albeit still, paying a lot of attention to her lobster, but she was at least listening. “So, Raquel, I think you should enter the ring second. That way you can help clean up any messes we might have dealing with two of Team Shotzi’s members.”

“I got you Cap,” Raquel said, before she was interrupted by the throat clearing of one Dakota Kai. “sorry, other cap.” Dakota nodded her head and continued playing with Pawdme. Raquel was about to speak again when a loud cheer interrupted her. Johnny came out (well, ran out) of the bedroom like an excited kid who was bringing a report card for their parents to see.

“Sorry, Candice, but I just gotta tell you. I got it. My bet actually paid off!” the exuberant founder of the Gargano Way stated, as proud as he possibly could be.

“What bet is that?” Toni asked, her face showing one of intrigue and interest.

“He bet $500 that Higgins would score two touchdowns this game. It obviously paid off.” Candice stated, giggling at her husband’s excitement over it.

“Yep! Oh baby, Hollywood’s coming in clutch once again!” Johnny said.

“Hollywood, eh?” Toni said, intrigued by the nickname. Her boyfriend watched it, but she never paid attention when he talked football. She had no idea what a touchdown was, but it was obviously good as he got two, and Johnny was happy. She honestly knew little about sports other than wrestling, but was willing to try it if it was interesting to her.

Candice turned to see Raquel looking sheepishly at her, almost like there was something she wanted to say, but felt like it would be wrong to. “If you’re gonna say it, go ahead and say it, Raquel.”

“It’s the Cowboys, they’re playing the Browns. I mistimed the schedule. I thought we had more time before the game began.” the large Latina said, her point coming across very clearly.

“Fine.... go ahead and watch the game. But you better listen when Toni and I talk about the plan with you.” Candice said, like an exasperated mom.

“Thank you so much!” Raquel said as she hurried inside with Johnny, not before flicking Dakota for her interruption earlier, who responded with a playful jab in kind.

“Score’s 21-14 right now. Best watch your head there, the doorway’s a bit..... Ah see I told you to watch your head.” Johnny told her, his warning coming too late.

“Well, Dakota’s playing with Pawdme so her attention is gone, essentially. Raquel’s watching the game with Johnny, so it’s up to the two of us. You ready Toni? Toni?” Candice explained before trying to get Toni’s attention. She then heard a small sound before listening closer and hearing the loud but soft music of Queen, in particular, ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’. Toni had her headphones in her ear and was scrolling down her phone on Twitter. Candice could only shake her head and smirk. She was 25 once too, and she did the same thing, albeit with a less high-tech phone.

She sighed, and she shut down the iPad. It was low on power, anyway. She did try. She did honest to God try. Maybe being a captain was a lot more difficult than Rhea made it out to be. Then again, she never had any team meetings. She was better than her there. Maybe one day when she’s less mad at her for the multi-woman beat down thing, she and Rhea would have a talk about WarGames last year that they had been meaning to have. She checked the clock, 3:30. It had only been a half hour. She shook her head and took out the cupcake she had brought for herself to eat as she let the vocalizing of Freddie Mercury send her thoughts to another place. Come Sunday, they’d just wing it.

Everything hurts. Everything aches. Turns out WarGames isn’t the most pleasant experience in the world. You’d think Candice would realize that after getting her ass kicked by four women for almost half an hour last year. But in her mind, Shotzi needed to be punished. Unfortunately, that punishment meant a broken arm and feeling very, very sore. But a win is a win, and she’s won two WarGames matches now, so that was nice. She looked to her left and gave a warm smile to Toni Storm, who responded in kind before wincing a bit as she tried to move fully on her side to turn to her friend.

“Hey..... thanks for letting us crash at your place for tonight and heal up.” the Aussie said in recognition of the Garganos’ hospitality. Candice (well, mostly Johnny) had decided that the rest of Team Candice could stay at their house tonight, so they wouldn’t have to drive home in pain. It was the least she could do as they put their bodies on the line tonight to win.

“It’s no problem, really. We all needed a place to rest and recuperate after the match and we have more than enough room here.” Candice replied.

“I’m sure Dakota is very thankful for your help, as well. She’ll just let you know when she wakes up. She got hammered, literally.” Toni said, as Candice turned to her right to see a soundly sleeping Dakota Kai, who had taken the lion’s share of the punishment. She had been the most difficult to get into bed because of her soreness and hadn’t taken long to fall asleep.

“You guys can thank me by healing up and getting better” Candice then took the bell she had on her chest and rang it as loud but as gentle as she could in order to alert the person who gave it to her. She had been in the opposite role many a time, but now she was glad it was her turn to be pampered. The door flew open to reveal an attentive Johnny Gargano awaiting his next order.

“You rang?”

“Could you bring me a cup of water, please? My throat’s a little parched.” Candice asked nicely.

“No problem. Nurse Gargano is at your service.“ Johnny said with a salute as he went off to get the drink. Yeah, Candice could definitely get used to this.

Toni tossed and turned in bed as she suffered from the nightmare again. It was the third time in four weeks she had gotten it, and it wasn’t stopping anytime soon. She honestly hadn’t wanted to do it at all, but she rolled to her side in order to fight off the seemingly invisible enemy and she hit Dakota as she flew off the bed and fell down on the surprisingly soft carpet. Dakota would need to make a mental note to tell them about it. The sudden thud and that wail of pain woke Candice up from her slumber and shook Toni from her nightmare. The bell was rung, and it was Raquel, not Johnny, who had answered. In addition to winning the match for the team, Raquel had taken the least amount of damage and so was fit for duties as a caretaker temporarily.

“What happened? What’s going on?” Raquel asked as she burst in.

Candice looked over to the fallen Kiwi and then the shaking Aussie, and put two and two together. When she switched places with Toni, she didn’t expect this to happen. “Toni had a nightmare, swung wildly and knocked off Dakota.”

Dakota hadn’t realized when it happened. All she knew was that she was on the floor, in the air, and then back on the bed. As her realization started sinking in, she noticed the towering figure above her and smiled. “Thanks.”

“No problem. You’re my Hermana. I wanna do stuff like this for you.” Raquel said, straightening and fluffing Dakota’s pillow.

Dakota wasn’t a multilingual person, far from it. But she knew a little bit of Spanish and knew that Hermana meant sister. She smiled at the term of endearment by the Latina. “Sister, eh? Does that mean I get to borrow your clothes? I might need to fix some of them though, just to fit little old me.” Dakota said, smiling at her friend.

“Oh, shut up.” Raquel said laughing as she ruffled Dakota’s mane and left the room, seeing that the other problem was being well handled by Candice.

Candice had her arm around Toni and was rubbing her shoulder as the Aussie finally calmed down. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s ok. You’re alright now. What was the dream about?”

“...... The I quit match.” Toni said after a few seconds of building up courage to say it. Candice understood immediately. It was Toni’s last match in NXT UK and she’d almost gotten seriously hurt towards the end. She assumed the nightmare stemmed from the WarGames recently and all the stuff around it must have reawakened it in her.

Candice took Toni’s hand in hers and held it tight. “Hey, you don’t have to worry about that now. I’m here, with you, in this nice bed. I’ve got your hand, You’re safe. Now I think we can lie back down and go to sleep, but as long as you know that I’ve got you. Ok?”

“Ok.” Toni said, nodding. Toni eased back onto the bed and kept a strong hold of Candice’s hand. Candice stayed up until she felt the strong grip loosen and loosen until she looked over and saw her sleeping. Candice, upon seeing that, was now content. She took a little longer, but she also eventually fell back to sleep as well, dreaming of her Prince Charming..

“Rise and shine, people! Up and at them. Time for breakfast.” Johnny shouted as the clock struck 8:00 am. Seeing as they were normally early risers, Johnny decided to let them sleep in a bit but now, he was ready. The three women sleepily walked out of the bedroom, still sore but less so than last night.

“Morning honey.” Candice said as she walked over and kissed her husband to greet him. She did smirk at the gagging sounds done by Dakota and Toni mocking her for her show of affection.

“Get a room you two.” Toni said, feeling much better after her nightmare last night.

“It’s our house, thank you very much. So what do you have prepared for us today, Chef Gargano?” Candice said laughing.

“Well, with some.... ok a lot of help from Raquel, we got up early, and we made toast and eggs and sandwiches and we got orange juice and water. All you need for a lovely breakfast to give you a good start to the day.” Johnny said, looking quite proud of his accomplishment, well, his and Raquel’s accomplishment.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” Dakota admitted to her large friend.

“You never asked. Ten months together and you never once asked if I could cook?” Raquel questioned with an air of lightheartedness surrounding it.

“Never got the chance?” Dakota said in response.

“Eat your damn breakfast. I worked hard on it so you best enjoy it.” Raquel said smiling as she sat down to eat, which gave the cue to everyone else to dig in.

“Yes, sir.” Dakota said saluting the Texan. The five of them sat down and ate their well-prepared breakfast, talking about the matches and how it went. Johnny and Candice spoke about bringing in Austin and Indi full time to train them. Toni talked about challenging Io, much to the annoyance of Raquel, but they agreed they’d settle in the ring when the time came. Dakota, to what she thought was away from Candice’s view, snuck food under the table for Pawdme, until Candice caught her but allowed her to give one piece to the dog before she had to stop. Eventually the breakfast was finished and Toni, Raquel and Dakota said their goodbyes and went home. Later that day, the Garganos were having a chat about the experience.

“I really think we should do this more often,” Johnny said as he kissed Candice’s arm injured, “of course, hopefully when you’re not hurt.”

“Well, the next time that WarGames comes around....,” Candice said as she kissed his cheek before slapping him on the head, “you go in the cage instead.” she said, laughing as Johnny rubbed his head in pain.

[trance-griff]

Kyoka Jiro x Kaminari Denki Part Three

Word count (pt.3): 2037

Warnings: None, just fluff.

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“I lost?!” Denki’s voice caught the attention of many, fists slamming down the panel of the arcade machine while Jiro nonchalantly stared elsewhere, failing to hide the smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips. “Got your butt kicked, huh?! Seems like you’re losing your touch, buddy.” Sero slung an arm over Denki, looking over his shoulder to see a black screen with ‘Player two wins!’ displayed in blue, Jiro being player two, of course. The screen lit their faces in different colors, despite Kaminari losing and having to treat the female, he didn’t seem to mind one bit, seeing her act like herself is what made him recover from his loss, with her eyes lighting up and sparkling he felt his heart fuzz in his chest, what was he? A kindergarten student?

Their day went by in a flash and still, they had the energy to go on with their activities, the karaoke was the highlight of their day, everyone having the chance to hear each other sing, whether they were good or bad, it was enjoyable. Koda being shy and only murmuring the lyrics while Sato seemed to be the loudest amongst everyone with his gruff voice, the singing got him going. It took a lot of convincing to get Jiro to sing and she was finally there, a mic between her fingertips as she fidgeted and parted her lips to utter the tunes, instantly entrancing her classmates once again with her melodious singing, moments like these her confidence would radiate and act as a spell, charming the audience, moments like these Denki would feel his chest swell and he hoped no one else but he felt that way towards the angsty teenager- he wanted this to be special but wouldn’t admit that himself- perhaps this whole time he was in denial, or he was just braindead to not notice all the feelings folding over each other with every passing day. Guess the nickname Jiro thought of was perfect at this very moment: Jamming Way for being the idiot he was to not notice and think everything was alright.

“We would all make such good singers!” Uraraka spoke profoundly, hands holding her backpack in place as she remained in close vicinity with Midoriya and Tenya; exiting the karaoke, her voice was hoarse but everyone could relate, singing and laughing was bound to give them a sore throat but it was an enjoyable experience especially for Momo who spent a long while gushing over every little thing before regaining her composure and arranging the transportation to the beach, and soon they were at their final destination; Momo’s Private Beach, the beach had everyone at awe with it being spacious enough and everything was provided, however…

Whatever Mineta and Denki were expecting turned out to be the complete opposite, once again disappointed- the females were too tired for a swim and wore beach dresses, enjoying the shallow water instead. “The s-sw-swimsuits? Why aren’t you wearing them?!” Mineta was being delirious, taking the females by surprise as Sero held the short male back.

“Huh? We’re a little too tired from today’s activities, so we decided we would take it easy, right girls?” Were Momo’s simple explanation and the rest agreed but the purple-haired individual was not having it before any drastic steps were taken, Tenya had Mineta carted elsewhere… never to be seen for the rest of the day, something Denki was mildly concerned about but the blond was lucky to not be in Mineta’s place; grateful for watching things play out from the back not to mention his attention would fall onto Jiro -who was occupied with the rest of the females- finding himself distracted every time his friends brought him back to reality by nudging him. “You okay there, bro?” Kirishima questioned; expressing worry. “Yeah, yeah! Totally dude. A little tired.” Denki sheepishly laughed it off- easily fooling the red-haired individual while Bakugou remained silent; unlike his /oblivious/ friend the explosive male wasn’t ignorant to his surroundings, one could say he was even revolted but he’d play his part and excuse himself from this romantic atmosphere. “I’m gonna go beat up stupid Deku, you comin’ shitty hair? Soy Sauce Face?” Bakugou called out; already walking ahead, leaving the group behind. “For the last time, It’s Kirishima!” And with that the two stood up following Bakugou with Denki awkwardly sitting alone; maybe he’d take the chance and approach her or he’d sit this one out and accept how awkward he was being, it felt ‘uncool’ being like that- unable to speak up or as Jiro would put it ‘wouldn’t be rockin.’

Denki didn’t notice how dark it had gotten as he mainly spent it lost in his thoughts, the sky shifting from a pinkish purple to a dark shade of blue dotted with stars, the tides picked up and the rest of class 3-A moved away from the crashing waves, some gathering to make a little campfire and huddled up close as they continued to chatter, while Denki remained as he was, eyes closed as he filled his lungs with the beach air, it helped calm his overheated head, this was worse than any math equation and if he kept all these feelings to himself; he’d end up living up to his ‘jamming-yay’ reputation, or worst case scenario he’d die from heartburn, not literally but with his head burning up and chest-thumping rapidly, he couldn’t sit still and his face distorted with disturbance.

 “Kaminari?” Denki’s eyes jolted open, yellow eyes looking up at dark purple hues. “J-Jiro?!”  She was looming over the male with a soda in her hand, Denki immediately sitting straight up; only inches away from slamming his forehead against hers, realizing their proximity her face flushed slightly and she stepped back with a huff, thrusting the soda can towards him, a finger playing with a strand of hair. “H-Here. Didn’t think me beating your butt would make you so scared of me.” She wheezed with obvious mockery waiting for him to take the carbonated drink from her, mumbling thanks he gratefully accepted the soda. “That’s not the case at all, today was fun.” He laughed out, a smile tugging at his lips and she returned the gesture however cheeks still red and her smile wavered from how her cheeks burned. “C-Cool, I guess.” She patted her summer dress, adjusting it before taking a seat next to Kaminari; him sipping on the soda and her fidgeting with her fingers.

There was silence, and the crashing waves and whistling wind filled that stillness,

Jiro found herself opening her mouth every few seconds before shutting it, unable to let out the words- both had a lot on their minds and their thoughts spoke louder than words-.

“Ka…” She uttered, fists clenching her white summer dress, feet digging into the sand as they rubbed against each other, teeth-gritting when she forced herself into silence.

“Ka…?” Denki’s ears perked up in expectation, head tilting towards the awkward teenager who continued to fidget with her fingers, lips puckered into a pout before sighing and giving in. “Today was fun, I didn’t expect it to be that fun.” Her fingers decided to occupy themselves with a stray stick, using it to make random shapes into the sand. “The arcade especially, the unexpected phone call too… You even treated me out for ice-cream, it was nice…” By now she was red from head to toe, stuttering out words and fidgeting further as Denki listened to her, his situation was no different but he remained more composed however he didn’t really understand where this was all coming from.

“Don’t tell me Jiro, do you like me? Heh? Is that it? It’s okay to confess~” Denki had mainly meant it as a joke, a way to cover up his feelings as he faked pride and even swiped his hair back but when he failed to hear anything in return he stiffened. “F-For real…? J-Ji-.” Before he could continue blabbing, a stick was pointed at him in a threatening manner, taking him by surprise as he flinched yet, she couldn’t say or do anything; flustered and retracted the stick. “It’s nothing, forget I said anything.” It was her cue to leave and maybe dig herself six feet underground. “W-Wait! Me too! Me too!” Denki slipped out, reaching to hold her wrist. “You too?” Jiro paused, red face turning to look at a flustered Denki, he nodded and gathered the courage to speak. “Yeah, I like you too.” He finally confessed, letting go of her wrist after a while only to sheepishly rub his neck and shift his gaze elsewhere. Well, there was no point stepping back, the cat was out of the bag.

“Like me as a friend…?” She questioned, and Denki shook his head profusely. “You know what I mean, Jiro!”

“…Oh.” “Is that your only answer?!” From that flustered girl was now a blank looking girl, brain unable to process his words. Once again, the silence returned and Jiro looked at her feet. “So, all this time I was being… stupid for nothing…?” Ever since she discovered her feelings for the goof, she was all over the place and couldn’t even be herself around him.

Wow, so uncool of me…

“Stupid for nothing?” Denki repeated before realization dawned upon him. “You were being passive-aggressive because of me?! I was the reason behind that change?! You could have just told me, y’know?” He pointed at himself, confusion mixed with joy, he didn’t even know how to express it as his mouth was a half-grin half gasp only to earn a glare from Jiro causing him to instantly hush up. “Shut it Kaminari! I thought your brain wouldn’t comprehend such feelings, you dunce!”

“I’m fully capable of it! That’s why I’m telling you I like you, Jiro!” He defended himself; irritation evident, she always messed with him like this and it was time he proved her wrong. It took her by surprise when he bluntly displayed his affectionate feelings to her and she covered her ears, this wasn’t what she had expected at all, she didn’t even consider this a possibility whatsoever, all she thought about was this being unrequited and her graduating without ever getting the chance to reveal her feelings. “…I… Me…Er…” Her throat felt constricted, but Denki was content with that alone; she didn’t need to verbally express it anymore everything made sense now.

“I know.”  Taking the chance to place a hand over her head, Denki’s expressions softened as he hid her face into his chest, she didn’t fight back and leaned against him. “This is so lame…” She mumbled and Denki chuckled at that. “Yet here we are.” He cooed. Feelings were always weird it brought out the strangest part of a human, affectionate desires people normally would recoil at becomes normal when they find themselves charmed and smitten.

“So…” Jiro trailed off, waiting for Denki to urge her on to continue but when she looked up, his face was looped… He was stupefied. “A-Are you alright, Kaminari?!” Jiro’s flushed face turned to astonishment and then to a sputtering mess. “Uweh…” Guess his brain fried over this and Jiro held her stomach from how hard she was laughing, his thumbs thrusting into the air assuring whoever was on sight that he was okay. “You’re hopeless, Kaminari…” Jiro shook her head, looking at her surroundings before leaning in on her tippytoes to leave a quick peck on his cheek.

 And that’s how the two students of Yuuei became a couple.

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“Man. it reeks of shit here,” Bakugou growled, swatting his hand in the air to express annoyance. “Looks like our little Bakugou can’t handle a bit of lovin’, am I right or am I right?” Kirishima grinned, shark teeth exposed as he leaned an elbow on the blonde’s shoulder. “Shut up, Kirishima! You were too slow to understand what was going on.”

“So, wait. If Bakugou hadn’t left with you two, they would have missed their chance? Way to go Boom Boom Man!” Mina cheered with a jump, celebrating with the rest of the group. “Quit it, raccoon eyes!”

“Bakugou, the cupid of class 3-A.”

“You guys wanna die?!”

[elichorph]

OH SHIT???? did you see avery jeong buying princess bandaids at the local cvs after punching out somebody’s car window??? anyways, he’s a legacy and a member of the yale's elite, they're twenty-three and a 1st year grad student majoring in mechanical engineering. they are as strong willed as they are naive.

hello, i am back with my third character. yes this is my second character that has a 5 letter name that starts with an a. yes this intro is extremely long. if you read it i will send you a gif of your fav celeb to thank you.

stats:

full name: avery tobias jeong nicknames: ave age: twenty three birthday: march 8, 1998 ( yeah he’s technically 22 right now but he’ll be 23 soon enough ) chart: pisces sun, aries moon, cancer rising siblings: one ( lilia, younger sister ) gender: cis male pronouns: he / him sexuality: bisexual & biromantic height: 6′0 hair color: black tattoos: random tattoos on his arms, faded hand tattoos (specifically an angel on his left hand) piercings: right earlobe ring

blackmail:

( violence & drugs tw )

he had an unplanned child at nineteen with his ex-girlfriend who he now has little to no contact with. his ex dug up a public intoxication charge that avery’s family had paid to cover up in order to place a restraining order on him and deny him custody of the child.

he was involved in an underground fighting ring for multiple years as a means to make money after being cut off by his family. however, he always took fights too far and was banned from the ring in new haven after he nearly killed one of his opponents.

family:

if you’ve already read lilia’s intro then you can skip this because it’s the same thing!

ya’ll ever read one of those drug ring ao3 fanfics where y/n is dating the sexy drug cartel leader? well that’s their family!

generational family blood money because that’s how cartels work i think. started running + dealing three generations back with their great-grandparents in order for them to make a living. it wasn’t until the so-called business was handed down to their grandparents that they wanted to expand and generate more money. the big pharma cover was created in order for them to manufacture, distribute, and supply at a larger scale. present day, their family name has notoriety with other cartel and mafia families. 

basically avery was supposed to take over because he was the oldest right, but lilia did not want that at all. their parents started favoring avery and schmoozing up to him a little bit to get him to say yes (even though avery was fully prepared to give lilia the position) and lilia was like! what the fuck! so she told their parents about this one time that avery accidentally blabbed the family secret to a stranger at a party which broke their one rule of keeping it a secret. their parents wanted nothing to do with him anymore and completely cut avery off and kicked him out of the family. 

everyone knows that avery and lilia are siblings, even though they don’t really know the actual details about their past together because avery doesn’t say anything about his family and the cartel is a secret. now that they are both at yale and in the elites together they are just kinda like haha awkward <3 they basically would just tell everyone that they grew apart if other characters tried to pry but also lilia is now telling people that avery fucked up a business decision which is why he left the family and avery is like alright but good luck trying to get other info out of them! xo, the jeongs

present:

after being kicked out of his family, avery booked it to new haven to attend yale. he was able to score a full ride after graduating as the valedictorian of a specialized school for science in nyc and for continuously staying near if not at the top of his class. literally this man is a casual genius. he will get drunk as hell and talk about math for the entire night even if you don’t care. avery joined the elites in his junior year and even though he technically is a legacy from his family, he told them that if he was going to join, he wanted to be recruited for his academics because fuck if he was going to use his family name!

to expand a little more on blackmails, avery was broke as shit after coming to new haven. he still is, but he literally had so little money to his name and eventually found an underground fighting ring and made money by winning matches through that because he is Beefy and a Unit and his anger issues could be released <3 but he would always go a little too hard and would near murk his opponents, especially this one time that caused him to be banned from the ring. now for money he just fixes up people’s air conditioners and fridges and shit and also works maintenance at a hotel chain around connecticut to get money when he really needs it <3 literally if you need something fixed hit him up and he’ll be happy to do it but he would also love if you made him dinner to thank him because he has eaten too much kraft mac n cheese.

when avery was a sophomore, his girlfriend of a few months accidentally got pregnant whoops <3 and he was ready to literally drop everything for his girlfriend and daughter, but his girlfriend didn’t want that because she was lowkey a bitch! she ended up using a secret that avery had told her (that he had a public intoxication charge that his family had covered up) and took him to court and got his custody rights taken away and a restraining order placed on him and then dropped out of yale before anybody could know about the baby and zoomed to another state and now avery is like ok <3 his daughter’s name is skye though and she is four now and sometimes he still gets updates but literally it eats him alive hahaha

personality:

basically paddington going through an emo phase. he has extreme rbf and might be a solid unit who looks intimidating, but he genuinely is so sweet. by his looks you’d expect him to push you down the stairs but in reality he’s the kid who is 20 minutes late to class to hold the door open for people and he’ll feel good about it even if nobody says thank you to him. 

certified sad boy! the extremely nice guy you meet at a house party who remembers what drink you like from some time you apparently met three months ago? avery loves house parties for real and will be the angel who cleans up at 5am even if he’s got an exam at 8. he loves to take care of people to fill his fatherly void even though he’s the one that needs help the most. 

accepts the fact that he’s now #poor now, but he also gets kind of insecure and jealous seeing everybody pop off with a britney work bitch vc bugatti. tries to keep up with people looks wise at least, he has one old balenciaga cross body bag that has holes in it, way too many ripped pairs of designer jeans, and a scratched gucci belt that you will see him sporting often. might want to bash your face in if you flaunt your wealth and gets kind of whiny about it sometimes.

avery is the type of person that loves the outdoors and going on picnics. his romantic dream is to lay under a tree with the soft summer breeze and play some guitar for the love of his life <3 yes he has a guitar and yes he is actually good at singing even though he gets embarrassed about it. he fucking loves music.

still has that aries moon though, is extremely defensive and my one character who will actually fight in the group chat because what the fuck does he have to lose at this point! avery has extreme anger issues that hurt him more than anything. even though he’s banned from the underground fighting ring, he still needs an outlet and will have his hands shoved in his pockets because they’re either bruised to shit or discolored from how many times they have been bruised. can be found walking home after taking the late bus so he could go scream in a field somewhere.

this man? also naive as fuck. has been hurt by too many people and really just sets him up at this point. an open book most of the time, so much that it hurts him. will tell you everything about himself like the way he can’t sleep in silence and has to have ocean noises playing, but he can’t listen to whale noises because sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and thinks it’s a ghost. however, his family stuff is off limits and he will spit in your face if you even think about asking him about it. 

won’t hold grudges. the type to see a person for who they are as a whole and if they mess up, he’s just like “you’re better than that /: but it’s fine.” probably why he gets hurt so much

wanted connections

a roommate maybe? i pictured him living in an apartment because he probably wouldn’t be able afford live anywhere else. could be besties, could be someone he barely knows but he just needed someone to move in to split the rent.

the one person who he’ll let take care of him. it probably would take a lot to break through his walls, but this person can calm him down after he gets riled up.

since his ex went to yale, maybe one person who knew her and had somewhat of an idea of what happened. they don’t know everything but maybe from what they heard from his ex, they believe everything was avery’s fault and that he fucked her over entirely.

gut wrenching hate plots of where they really love each other but things just can’t work out for one way or another.

gentle romance <3 slow burn. someone who won’t hurt him PLEASE.

aaaaand someone who takes advantage of how naive he is

and friends. so many friends. he is just so friendly and he isn’t the type to hold shit over people’s heads. 

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Magic

Day 21 is doneee!! I listened to the Sleeping At Last cover of Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic while writing this haha. I love that song and this short little prompt of mine hehe. I hope you guys like it too <3 <3

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If anyone ever asked Marinette if she were a witch, she’d have laughed them off. Smiled and told them that witches and magic just don’t exist in this world. She’d be lying, though. Everything she made for her friends had magic interwoven in the stitches. A little good luck charm here, a small comfort spell there. Just little things she could do to keep her friends safe and feeling happy. It was why she poured every last good incantation she knew into the scarf she made for Adrien. She interweaved small sigils and symbols into the soft, blue material, chanting over them to keep them invisible but still present. Adrien was the boy she loved. The boy who deserved the absolute world. The boy she desperately needed to keep safe in a world filled with akumas and evil villains. She was absolutely drained when she had finally finished enchanting the scarf, wiping the sweat from her brow as she beamed down at the finished product.

“Did you finally finish your present, Marinette?” Tikki swooped down to look at the girl curiously.

“Yep! Do you think he’ll like it, Tikki?” she held her work up proudly.

“Definitely,” her kwami giggled, zipping around the scarf, “There’s enough magic in here to keep him safe for an eternity.”

Marinette hugged the scarf to her chest, a shy grin on her face, “I hope so. Adrien means a lot to me. I would die before I ever let him get hurt.”

“Well, I’m sure he’ll love it, Marinette! Especially when he realizes that this is his good luck charm,” Tikki nuzzled her cheek tightly. Patting her kwami on the head lightly, she folded up the scarf and placed it neatly on the desk, prepared to give it to the boy tomorrow. 

But things happened. Adrien somehow ended up believing the scarf was from Gabriel and Marinette decided to let him believe that. It would still protect him and if he associated the good fortune with his father then so be it. So it came as a huge surprise to her when Adrien dragged her away one school morning.

“Can I talk to you for a second, Marinette?” he had reached down to wrap his hand gently around her wrist. 

“Of course, Adrien,” she managed to reply before he was yanking her away, causing a startled peep to escape her as they left the entrance to the school. Regaining her footing, she followed after him, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private. I have a really important question to ask you,” Adrien spoke quickly over his shoulder as he continued to pull her along.

Something important? H-he can’t be about to confess... could he? No, this is Adrien we’re talking about! Be smart, Marinette! This is probably about the latest homework assignment, she shook her head against the thoughts that almost caused her to swoon.

Eventually, when they were far enough away from crowds, Adrien let go of her. He paused for a second before he began pacing, avoiding her gaze. Frowning, Marinette reached out to him, placing a hand on his shoulder comfortingly, “Are you alright, Adrien? Is something wrong?”

He stopped, slowly turning around to finally gaze into her bright blue eyes. He didn’t speak for several moments before he hesitantly pulled out a scarf. A scarf that she recognized as the one she made for him instantly. Her eyes must have widened too far, or her surprised intake of breath was slightly too loud, because the next moment Adrien was talking, “Do you know what this is, Marinette?”

She panicked for a moment, her thoughts racing as she tried to think of what to do. Deciding to play dumb, she cleared her throat nervously as her head tilted to the side, “A scarf. Actually, isn’t that the one you got for your birthday? The one from your father, right?”

Adrien chuckled as he took a step closer to her, “Yes, that’s what I thought too, until recently,” he unfolded the fabric, taking another step to her as he pointed at something she never thought he’d discover. It was right there. Her name in shiny, tiny, gold lettering.

Marinette shifted uncomfortably, “Well, that’s funny. I wonder how that got there.”

Her crush gave her a pointed look, “Really, Marinette? You’re going to lie to me now?”

“Well what do you want me to say, Adrien?” she sighed, feeling exhaustion hit her, “Yes, I made that scarf for you ages ago. Why did you need to drag me all the way out here for just that?”

“Because, Marinette,” Adrien took a few steps closer to her, “I found this too.”

He was pointing at one of her sigils. A sigil that she must have missed when she turned them all invisible. Gulping quietly, she shot her gaze up to the boy in front of her, debating between tearing off and away from him or taking his memories away entirely. Before she could do either of those, however, Adrien spoke up, “I know what this is, Marinette, so don’t lie to me.”

“How do you know what a sigil is?” she frowned over at him, blurting out the words before she could stop herself.

“How do you know what a sigil is?” he countered her as he raised an eyebrow.

Huffing, Marinette yanked the scarf out of his hands, ignoring his startled squawk, “Adrien Agreste you answer me first! I asked before you and already answered your first question about this scarf!”

“Well what if I told you I was a wizard! What would you say then?” his arms waved about for emphasis.

“Well, then I’d have to tell you that I was a witch and I made this scarf to protect you,” Marinette snapped back at him.

Adrien blinked twice at her before looking down at the scarf in her hands, “You’re a witch?”

Catching up with the previous conversation, her mouth fell open in shock, “You’re a wizard?”

“Guess we’re both crazy, huh?” he shot her one of his signature, crooked smiles that always made her heart beat particularly fast.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded slowly, feeling a little dazed.

“I have to ask you though, Marinette,” Adrien closed the small gap between them to grab onto her hands, “Why did you make this scarf to protect me? What if I wasn’t a wizard and went around blabbing your secret to everyone. What would you have done?”

“Well, I trust you, Adrien. And I made that scarf to keep you safe. I make small things for most of my friends and thought it’d be nice for you to have one too.”

Adrien smiled softly at her, “Thank you, Marinette. For the scarf and trusting me with your secret.”

“Thanks for trusting me with yours. I hope you’ll know I’ll be coming to you for magic advice now, though,” she nudged him lightly.

“Is that why you’re usually so late for class? Experiments gone wrong?” he laughed, jabbing her back playfully.

“Yes,” she laughed before grabbing his arm, “Now come on, Adrien, if we don’t hurry back soon we’ll both be late for class.”

Adrien gasped quietly before he began rushing forward, “You’re right! We need to get back quickly! I can’t get in trouble.”

Giggling as they both raced back to school, Marinette’s lips quirked slightly, Adrien’s a wizard!! We really are soulmates!! And I finally have someone to talk to about magic! This is perfect! And, if he’s able to keep my secret, maybe one day I’ll be able to tell him the real reason on why I’m usually so late for class.

[benhardyisdaddy]

3 Became 4

MASTERLIST 

(enjoy this fluffy af pregnancy time lapse bxrxr <3)

BxRxR

Word Count: 2,580

“What does it say!?”

“Why can’t we be in there with you!?”

“It’ll tell you right away, right!?”

“What if you’re too early and it can’t tell!?”

You were pacing your locked bathroom as you listened to your two boys call out questions to you from left and right. You held the tiny pregnancy test in your hand as your eyes keep darting down to the tiny screen that would tell you your fate. You were about two weeks late for your period, which was unusual for you. You never missed a day, so when you did, nerves hit you hard. You first sat the boys down and explained to them what was happening, resulting in Roger passing out and Ben pacing the living room about to have a mental breakdown. When Roger woke up and Ben calmed himself, the scariness wore off when you all realized you might be starting a family. And now you were about to find out. You peek down at the tiny test and your heart almost stops. You can make out wording on the screen, but can’t tell what it says.

“You’ve gone quiet!” shouts Ben.

“Have you read it!?” yells Roger.

You close your eyes, take in a deep breath and turn the test over fully. You open your eyes and look down quickly. Your heart almost stopped. The capitalized and bold word PREGNANT screamed out at you.

“Pregnant.” you barely whisper to yourself, still staring at it. “Pregnant.” you say louder.

“What?” calls out Ben, not hearing you.

“Pregnant!” you shout.

The boys go quiet as you fling open the door and hold the test out for them to see.

“Pregnant!” you repeat, not finding anything else to say.

Their eyes are wide as they both just stare at your hand. They look almost pale as Ben slowly reaches out to grab the test and bring it up to his face. He reads the word and hands it over to Roger. They both look up at you and watch as your smile is huge and you’re beaming. They swear you’re already glowing. You bite your lip and shake your head.

“Pregnant!” you shout once more.

They both break out into huge grins as they rush towards you and embrace you in giant hugs.

“Oh my god…” whispers Roger.

“You’re gonna be a mum.” says Ben, not believing this.

“And you’re gonna be dads!” you say, hugging them both.

The both place hand over your tummy and look down at it, tears brimming in their eyes. You sniffle and watch as they begin talking to your stomach.

“We’re so excited to meet you.” whispers Rog.

“I really hope you look like your mum.” whispers Ben, causing you to playfully smack his arm.

“Whatever it is, they’ll be beautiful and so loved.” you say, placing your hand on top of theirs.

***

9 Months Later

***

“Beeeeen!”

You were sat on your sofa with a giant, swollen belly. Your due date was two days ago and you were miserable now. Your back hurt, your stomach was sore, small contractions keep hitting you, but the doctors say there’s nothing they can do until your water breaks. Your swollen feet are propped up on the coffee table as you lean your head against the couch. You hear footsteps rush up to you as Ben stares, half scared that you’ve gone into labor.

“Is it time!?” he asks, freaked out.

You laugh and shake your head fast.

“No! Sadly, no. I just really could use some cold water, please?” you ask, giving him puppy dog eyes.

He smiles sweetly and walks up, placing his hand on your swollen belly. He leans forward and kisses you gently.

“Anything you want.” he mumbles, walking away to the kitchen.

You watch him until he’s gone and suddenly feel a sharp pain in your stomach. You place your hand over it and lean forward, squeezing your eyes shut. You groan out and gasp as you let it pass. Roger walks in right as it hits you and he’s next to you in a moment.

“Baby, it’s alright. Just breathe. Maybe we should go in.” he says, rubbing your back.

You shake your head fast and sit up more.

“No! They said we can’t until my water breaks!” you cry out, actual tears falling from your eyes.

Roger frowns and feels helpless as Ben walks back in with a glass of cold water. He notices the look on Roger’s face and your tears hitting the ground below. He places the water down and is at your side in an instant.

“What’s wrong?!” he asks, looking to Roger.

“I think she’s just frustrated.” he says, still rubbing your back. “False contractions are hitting her hard.”

You wipe your eyes and go to reach for the cold water, but another wave of pain hits your hard. You wince and squeeze Ben’s hand hard, making him almost cry out, but not daring to. You hunch forward once more and almost scream at the pain. Your whole stomach tightened up and tensed with the pain. It finally leaves and you’re able to breathe. You lean back and close your eyes, feeling exhausted.

“These seem worse than the other contractions yesterday.” says Ben, watching you closely.

“They seem closer together.” says Roger.

“When did they start?” asks Ben.

You open your eyes and look to him, turning yourself so you’re leaning against Roger, who had his arm around you and rubbing your belly slowly.

“Late last night. I woke up and I…” you start, embarrassed.

Ben and Rog raise a brow as you speak.

“And you what?” they both ask.

Your cheeks flush as you look down at your hands.

“I might’ve… peed a little.” you mumble. “And then that’s when the contractions really set in.” you say fast.

Ben’s eyes are wide as Roger just stares at him.

“Babe, I don’t think you just peed!” he says fast. “I think your water broke!”

You stare at him and your heart beats fast.

“What?” you ask, not wanting it to be true.

“Baby, that’s why your contractions are so bad! You’ve been in labor all bloody night!” says Roger, standing up form the couch. “We’ve gotta go to the hospital!”

Ben stands up and the two boys rush around to grab the emergency bag and gather everything they’ll need. You’re sat on the couch extremely nervous as another wave of pain hits you. You close your eyes and scream out as they stop and run to you. You claw at the couch as the pain hits you hard. A hard, low pressure makes you uncomfortable.

“We’ve gotta go before you have her in the car.” says Ben, helping you slowly stand up.

Roger grabs the car keys and rushes out to get it started. You were on your way to have a baby.

***

12 Hours Later

***

After hours and hours of labor, your baby girl was finally here. Her bright eyes and blonde hair made you smile at the tiny, almost curls. She was only a mere 6 ounces, just a tiny thing. It felt like holding a piece of paper when she was in your arms. So delicate and sweet, only being in your stomach 12 hours ago. She was officially in the world and you already wanted to do everything you can to protect her. You were sat on your large hospital bed with Ben and Roger on either side of you. They were admiring her tiny face as she slept in your arms. The three of you decided not to find out who the father was, but it was so clear by her looks that she was Ben's, but you all would never say anything. She looked just like him, you couldn’t believe it, yet Roger would love her like she was his own. Roger kisses your shoulder as Ben gently runs his thumb over the babies chunky cheek. She smiles and moves around, causing them all to ‘awww’.

“You’re an absolute superhero.” whispers Rog, looking at you.

You look over to him and smile widely. He leans in and kisses you.

“Probably the strongest women we know.” says Ben, making you look over and kiss him as well.

Your little girl moves her head and tries to stretch her tiny little limbs.

“She’s so beautiful.” whispers Roger.

You lean your head against his shoulder and nod.

“Like I said before, thank god she looks like you.” teases Ben, causing you all to laugh and your baby girl to smile in her sleep. You finally had your little family you always wanted.

***

6 Months Later

***

“Ouch! Dammit!”

You’re folding laundry when you hear Roger shout out in pain. You drop the shirt you’re holding and rush into the living room, being greeted by a freaked out Ben as well. You both look to Roger as he holds your daughter with his finger in his mouth. He looks in pain as he looks up to you two.

“She bit me! And then laughed!” he says, frowning.

Your bubbly little girl looks up to him and then belly laughs, causing Roger’s face to soften and for him to smile down at her.

“Who could be mad at that face?” asks Ben as he walks up to them.

He leans in and kisses Roger and then kisses the top of her head.

“She’s teething baby,” you explain. “She’s gonna want to chew on everything now. Especially your fingers.”

Roger looks down at her and gives her a serious look.

“Do you feel bad for hurting daddy?” he asks.

Her face goes serious for a moment and then she bursts into laughter once more, causing you to cover your mouth to hide your laughing.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” he whispers to her.

***

3 Months Later

***

Your little girl officially had her first birthday and it was a success. Planning it had been so much fun and you had enough pictures to last a lifetime. When her party was over and bed time was nearing, Ben was sat on the floor with her and holding her little hands as she stood up on her own. He let go of her and clapped his hands, smiling wide.

“Come on, baby! Walk to daddy! Walk to me, sweet girl!”

She smiles at him and then falls on her butt. He helps her back up and tries it again.

“Alright, baby! You got this! Walk to daddy!”

This time, she takes a step and then another, walking to him successfully. Ben’s eyes go wide as he catches her in his arms. She looks up at him while she’s blabbing as he calls out for you and Roger.

“Y/n! Roger! She took her first steps! Her first steps!” he yells.

Seconds pass when Roger and you emerge from the bathroom with towels wrapped around you. You’re completely soaked as you rush to the living room and pause, almost out of breath.

“She walked!” he says again.

“Ben, are you sure?” asks Rog, walking up to them.

Your baby bounces in Ben’s arms as she coos.

“She did! I swear! Watch!”

He scoots her back and lets go, encouraging her once more to walk to him, but she doesn’t. You and Roger watch him with narrowed eyes as you shiver from the cold.

“Ben…” you say.

All of a sudden, your tiny girl takes step after step and walks into Ben’s arms once more. All of you gasp as your mouth falls open.

“She… She walked!” you squeal. “Did you see that!? She walked!”

“I told you!” shouts Ben, excited.

“I’ll get the camera, don’t move!” yells Roger as he runs away, almost slipping.

***

2 Weeks Later

***

“Say ma-ma.” you slowly say to your baby, who’s sitting in her high chair. “Ma-ma.”

She smiles widely, her green eyes bright. She slaps her hand on the tiny table and laughs. You smile and continue on with your practice.

“Say ma-ma, baby girl. Ma-ma.”

The boys walk in from outside and smile when they watch their two girls hanging out. They understand what you’re trying to do as they walk up and kiss you.

“Hi, baby!” whispers Roger as he kisses the top of her head, making her giggle.

“You trying to get her to say mama again?” asks Ben, opening a drink from the fridge.

You frown and nod. You look back to her and smile.

“Ma-ma! Ma-m-”

“Dada!”

Everyone in the kitchen freezes as her tiny voice fills the silence.

“Did she just-”

“Don’t even say it.” you warn him, hissing.

“Dada!” she says again.

The two boys hold back laughs as they walk closer.

“She said dada!” Roger whispers, looking at Ben.

“Go get the camera!” says Ben, causing Roger to rush away.

“I can’t believe she said dada! Say dada, baby!” he says to her.

“Dada!” she says even louder.

“Good girl! You’re so smart, aren’t you? Dada!”

“Ben,” you warn him. “Say dada again and it’s the last thing you hear.”

He smirks and grabs your face to kiss you as Roger rushes back in with the camera up to his face.

“Keep that tone of voice and I’ll have you saying dada all night long.”

***

First Day of Preschool

***

“Does she have everything?” asks Ben, a nervous wreck.

It was her very first day of school and the three of you were on edge and super sad. First time your baby girl would be away from you. She was getting so big and it broke your heart. You’re stood in front of her classroom as other little kids played inside. You were already a crying mess as you bend down to face her. She watched the kids inside and her big green eyes looked excited. She looked back to you and smiled. Roger and Ben bend down with you and their eyes are glossy and red as well.

“Are you ready, baby?” you ask her, your voice trembling.

The boys rub your back, trying to calm you. She nods fast.

“I’m ready, mummy.” she says.

You smile and move a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“Give daddies a hug bye.” you say.

She rushes to Roger and squeezes his neck before kissing him on the cheek.

“Bye, daddy.”

She rushes to Ben and does the exact same.

“Bye, daddy.”

“Bye, baby.” they both say.

She looks back to you and hugs your neck tightly, surprising you. You hug back and squeeze your eyes shut, allowing a few tears to spill.

“Bye, mummy.” she says softly.

“I love you.” you whisper in her ear.

She leans away and notices a tear on your cheek. She hurriedly uses her tiny hand and wipes it away, making you all smile.

“I love you more.” she says.

You kiss her forehead and stand up, followed by the boys.

“Go have fun, baby.” you say, looking towards the room.

She smiles wide and waves at you all as she turns and rushes into the room with her tiny backpack on. She turns around mid room and waves at you all once more, making you smile and sniffle again.

“She’ll be fine.” says Roger, kissing your head.

“It’s only for a few hours.” reminds Ben.

“I know.” you say. “She’s just getting so big.”

They wrap their arms around you and agree. You all walk away from the room and begin heading to the car. You were the luckiest girl in the whole wide world.

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Superhero’s get Bullies Too Part 10

Chapter 1

Chapter 10: Harley Stark & Throat Punching a Bully

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Thats right guys finally a new update!!!!!!

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“So you and May eh?” Peter says with a smirk as he slides into the backseat of the car.

Happy glances in the rearview mirror. “Me and your Aunt are just friends Peter.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “Liar. I know my aunt well enough to know you two are more than just friends Happy.”

Happy tossed Peter his phone before turning out of the apartment parking lot and in the direction of the tower.

“Oh thanks!” Peter unlocks his phone and scrolls through his texts, seeing a bunch from his very concerned boyfriend, which made him smile. “Stop ignoring me.”

“I’m not ignoring you.”

“You’re not, not ignoring me either.” Peter looked up from his phone to give the driver a pointed look in the mirror.

Happy shook his head. “Your aunt and I are friends Peter, we may have hung out once or twice.”

“Three times.” Peter says without looking up from his phone, quickly sending a message in his group chat with MJ, Gwen & Ned about how Happy’s picked him up and brought him his phone.

“Excuse me?”

“You’ve hung out with her 3 different times. First time was when she went looking for me at the Tower but I was at a decathlon thing, you took her for coffee but only told Mr. Stark you were taking her home.”

“How?”

“How do I know? Well we did some major catching up during pee and snack breaks today when we were watching Greys.”

Happy nods in understanding “Ah okay, She does become easier to talk to when that TV show is involved.”

“Did you two ‘Netflix and Chill’ in my living room?”

The older man remains quite.

“Oh gross.”

Happy chuckles as he puts the partition up, clearly having enough of the redheads 21 questions.

Peter shakes his head and looks down at his phone. He starts deleting old conversations to clean up his inbox and his thumb hovers over Harley’s messages. He opens the conversation and sighs.

H: Hey Pete, not sure when youll see this but yeah. I know your upset with Stark for looking in your phone but he cares about you a lot more then he lets on which I know is hard to believe

 H: my point is trust is huge with him and he’s low key freaking out that he lost you even though im saying he hasn’t bc your too stubborn to give up on his crazy ass. Just maybe cut him some slack when you get here. He means well.

 H: and Im kinda getting used to having you around so yeah.

Peter bites his lip debating on digging out the messages from Flash that he archived a few months ago or deleting them. Knowing that it will send Tony even more over the edge then the superhero already is but at the same time remembering how upset he sounded when he found the one conversation. Peter sighs as he responds to Harley’s messages.

 P: Don’t worry Harley, it’s going to take more than one fight to get rid of me. I know he cares and tell him to stop being a dumbass and that he hasn’t lost me.

Peter sighs again, realizing if things are truly going to work he needs to be as truthful as possible with the older man

 P: and tell him I have something to show him when I get there.

 H: So happys picked you up? How long till your home also will do parker

Peter knocks on the partition.

“Yes Peter?” Happy responds once he brings the glass screen down half way

“How far are we away from the Tower?” Peter asks without looking up, shooting his boyfriend a quick text about how he isn’t mad, that he still loves him and everything will be alright.

“About 20 minutes, traffic seems slow today.”

“Thanks Happy.”

Peter goes back to his conversation with Harley and tells him just that, switching to Tony’s chat as his phone vibrates.

 T: my nephew ratted me out didn’t he?

 P: Or I could be telepathic

 T: without even being near me?

 P: I always said we were meant to be :P

 P: But seriously Tones, you know I love you. I’m not going to run away that easily.

 T: I love you Underoos

 P: Happy says I should be home in 20 minutes, should I order takeout?

The younger man’s phone buzzes, showing Tony’s caller ID

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

“Actually no.” Tony starts “I have something planned here and no I’m not telling you what it is.”

‘Don’t worry Parker, you’re going to love it!!!’ Peter hears Harley holler in the background

“Another dinner? You really are sucking up.” Peter says with a grin

“What? Cant a man provide a nice dinner for the ones he love.”

“You’re definitely up to something Tony.”

“Always. Harley here go put this on the table. Okay Petey I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“Okay Tones, love you.”

“Ditto.”

Peter smiles to himself after disconnecting the call. Happy smirked as he glanced in the rearview mirror. Peter noticed and raised an eyebrow “What?”

“Not a thing.”

"So your Uncle let you come to school Keener?"

Harley gave him a look as he entered the building "What the fuck do you want?"

After the weekend the blonde just had. Finding out just how much of a piece of shit Flash was, Harley’s patience was nonexistent with the other teen.

"I want in."

"In on what?"

"Parker."

Harley's eyes widen "What the fuck do you mean? It’s too fucking early to deal with your dumbass"

"Don't play stupid with me. I know you’re fucking him, and maybe even your uncle is too. I want a fucking piece with or without your help."

"Is that a fucking threat?"

"It's a promise."

"You leave Parker the fuck alone or I'll fucking end you." the blonde teen growled.

"Ah ah ah, what would your uncle say if you got into another fight?"

Harley stepped up into Flash's personal space "He'd fucking congratulate me for putting an end to your disgusting, useless life."

Flash pushed him back. "Gonna kill me are you?"

"C'mon Harley, Flash isn’t worth it. Think about Peter." Harley’s friend, Tommy finally spoke up. Harley didn’t exactly tell Tommy everything but Tommy knew Flash was on some serious thin ice based on some texts between Flash and Parker. Harley had a bad temper on a good day but after whatever happened this past weekend, well Tommy was pretty sure his friend was just a ticking bomb ready to explode.

"Yeah Harley," Flash mocked. “Who would save him if you're stuck in jail being somebodies little bitch."

Harley turned to his friend and laughed manically "Ha, this guy."

"Oh no." Tommy sighed as Harley turned back to the bully and punched him in the throat. So much for a quiet Monday.

Flash fell back grasping at his throat before lunging at the blonde. "You’re going to regret that."

Harley quickly dodged him, sticking his foot out so the brute fell. He flipped him over and grabbed a hold of his collar. "You are going to regret ever fucking with Parker.” Harley spat and he hauled his arm back and started punching him repeatedly

Tommy sighed and leaned against the wall, keeping an eye out for teachers or Flash's boys. They were by the side entrance of the school that nobody uses except the kids smoking but you couldn’t be too careful. Plus the last thing they needed was Parker coming around and seeing this.

After a few punches were thrown Harley let off. He wiped the blood on his knuckles off on Flash’s shirt then got up.

"Know your fucking place Thompson. Ready to go?"

Tommy turned and nodded "Yeah let’s bounce before Parker shows up."

"This isn't fucking over!" Flash sputtered as moved to get up.

Harley turned and spit in front of the other teen. "If you know what's good for you, it'll be over."

"How long do you think we've got till he blabs to someone?"

Harley shrugs "Hopefully till lunch."

As they make their way to the front of the school Tommy’s phone starts buzzing. "What the fuck?"

Harley looked at him puzzled. “What?"

The other boy tilted his screen so that he could see "See for yourself."

"Why is Parker calling you?”

"The better question is how he got my number. Harley!"

The blonde put his hands up “Wasn't me dude. Well answer it!"

Tommy gave him a funny look before answering. "Yo."

 "Hey Tommy? It’s Peter. Peter Parker. "

"Hi Parker."

 "Hi! Is Harley with you?"

"Yep, wanna talk to him?" Harley held his hand out

 "Um no actually I wanted to talk to you. You don't have me on speaker do you?"

Tommy shook his head at his friend, shrugging when Harley gave him a confused look. "Nope."

 "Okay great. Well I just wanted to say it’s my fault he didn’t get to hang out with you this weekend."

"Your fault?" Tommy pushed Harley away when he tried to listen in.

 "Yeah uh well you see." Peter coughed, clearly nervous "Harley got angry at Flash because of me and To- Mr. Stark was not impressed and basically put him on house arrest."

"House arrest?” Tommy glanced at his friend, mouthing 'He's apologizing'

 "Yeah. His uncle didn't trust him."

"I don’t blame him there, Harley's a heathen." he snickered, wincing when Harley punched him in the arm.

 Peter giggled "I'm not sure what he told you so I just wanted to clear things up in case he said something stupid like he had a date or something."

"That would be stupid?"

 "Well duh, he's your best friend and he shouldn't lie to you. Especially not for me. Could you do me a favor?"

"Depends on what it is?"

 "Nothing bad! I just want you to keep an eye on Harley and maybe uh make sure he stays away from Flash. I'm worried he's going to do something stupid and then To- Mr. Stark would lose it and it'll be a giant mess. So if you could do that for me that be great."

Tommy shook his head. "Yeah Parker I can do that but you owe me one alright?"

 "I expect nothing less. See ya Tommy"

"What was that about?” Harley questioned him as the call ended.

“Parker is too smart for his own good. He just called me to ask me to keep an eye on you and keep you away from Flash."

"To keep an eye on me?"

"Yup."

"He's something else. Bet my uncle had something to do with it." Harley pulled out his phone as they entered the building, texting his uncle

 H: did you tell Peter to call Tommy?

"Yeah that’s the other thing!"

Harley looked up from his phone “Other thing?”

“Yeah he kept starting to call your uncle by his first name than correcting himself.”

“Oh.” Harley tried to remain normal but was freaking out inside. If Tommy was to ask any questions about his uncle and Parker, well Harley wasn’t sure how he’d be able to lie to his best friend without him becoming suspicious.

“Yeah like I know he’s his intern and you two are kinda friends and hang out at your place together so I’m sure he doesn’t call him Mr. Stark. There’s no reason to cover it up.”

Harley shrugged “Yeah well maybe he’s trying to hide that we hang out?”

“Why would he call me to say he’s the reason you couldn’t hang this weekend then?”

“He did what? I thought you said he called to make sure you kept an eye on me?”

“Well he did. But first he wanted to make sure I knew that you didn’t chill this weekend because of something to do with Flash bugging him and you and Stark got into it.”

“Why would he bring that up?”

Tommy shrugged. “Somethin about worrying you’d make up some shit story about a date to cover it up. I’m your best friend and you shouldn’t lie to me especially for Parker.”

Harley gave him an unimpressed look.

“What? His words not mine.”

“Sure.”

“I’m serious! Then he asked about keeping an eye on you. So see what I mean when it makes no sense?”

Harley was about to respond when his phone buzzed

 Stark: No. Did you do something that would require him to talk to Tommy?

 H: Not even. So you’re telling me you had nothing to do with him getting a hold of Tommys number to call him?

 Stark: You are becoming paranoid nephew  .

 H: That don’t answer my question uncle.

 Stark: *doesn’t. Stark: Get to class I’ll see you after school.

Harley rolled his eyes as he put his phone back in his pocket. “Sorry what?”

“Were you even listening to me?”

Harley sighed. “Yes buttercup. Peter thinks you shouldn’t lie to me, wants you to keep an eye on me and hiding our friendship makes no sense considering he called you about that shit.”

“Someone is moody as fuck today.”

“Sorry man it’s just my uncle.”

Tommy raises an eyebrow “That or Flash hit a nerve.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well I mean dude you have a temper but the last time I seen you beat the shit outta somebody like that over a conversation was when my girlfriend was given a hard time. So unless someone you know is dating Parker, you’re catching feelings.”

Harley scrunched his nose up in disgust. “Fuck no. He’s just my Uncle’s intern man.”

“Since when has your uncle needed you to protect his interns?” Tommy challenged

“Since he started having a nerd the size of a beanpole for an intern.”

Tommy gave him a look as they entered first class.

“Seriously. You’ve seen how skinny he is. If Flash wanted to do some damage it wouldn’t be that hard!”

Tommy nods. Seeing Ned and Liz walk into class, he nudges Harley with his foot. Hoping he’ll get the hint to shut it.

Harley gave him a confused look before seeing Peter’s friends walk in.

“Hey Harley!” Ned stops in front of his desk.

“What’s up Leeds?”

“Was Peter with you this morning?”

“No. Didn’t he have some nerd thing with you at 8?”

Ned nods “Yeah but he didn’t show.”

Harley felt his heart drop into his throat. Peter never missed early periods. The whole point of them was so that a day or two a week he could spend the afternoon at SI. “Did you hear from him?”

Tommy glanced at Harley while trying to act indifferent. Last thing they needed was Ned snooping around if Harley did have a thing for the other teen.

Ned shook his head. “He texted me around half 7 saying he’d be there but he didn’t show.”

Harley looked confused. “Well I’m sure everything’s fine. Maybe something came up with SI.”

“I don’t think so. He’s only supposed to be an active intern outside of school hours.”

Harley shrugs “You’re just a worry wart Leeds.”

Liz nodded “See me and MJ told you everything was probably fine. Go sit down mother hen.” She pushed him in the direction of where they usually sat.

“Do us all a favor though and text your uncle. I really don’t feel like listening to Ned worry all damn day.” She whispered as she passed both boys.

After they were out of ear shot Tommy leaned forward. “Well we heard from him like 20 minutes ago so everything should be fine right?”

“Clearly Flash didn’t have anything to do with whatever’s going on.”

“You should get ahold of Stark. Leeds will probably try calling his aunt if we don’t find out what’s up.”

Harley shuddered at the thought. His uncle was scary but Peter’s aunt? She was a damn nightmare when it came to her nephew. “Shit your right. I got no interest in dealing with the wrath that is May Parker.”

Harley quickly takes his phone out and sends his uncle another text.

 H: Hey is Peter with you?

He frowns when immediately his phone rings showing Tony’s contact. “Shit.” He muttered under his breath. “He’s fucking calling me.”

Tommy looked at him in alarm “Who Peter?”

“No. Stark!” He whispered harshly as he got up quickly heading outside.

“Hello?” Harley answered once he was outside of the room.

“Why are you asking about Peter?”

“Because-”

 Tony cut him off “Why aren’t you in your English class?”

“Well I was in fucking English before Peter’s friends started asking me where the fuck he was!”

“Language nephew. Why are they asking you where he is?”

“Apparently I’ve become his fucking keeper or something. All I know is he didn’t show for that thing for early period and Ned is being a mother hen.”

“Clearly I need to wash your mouth out with soap. Peter didn’t show to Decathlon practice? Hmm.”

Harley could hear some rustling in the background which concerned him mildly. If he uncle didn’t know he was there how the hell was anyone else going to? “Uncle?”

“One second.”

The rustling continued for a beat before Tony spoke.

“Friday, Can you pinpoint Peter’s location?” Tony spoke before the line went silent for roughly 30 seconds.

“Thanks babygirl. Okay so everything is perfectly fine. I think he plans to reach out to his friends. He’ll be there soon.”

“Well what even happened?” Harley questioned. Then the second warning bell rang.

“Get to class.”

“But-” Harley was interrupted by a dial tone. He sighed as he pocketed his phone. Peter was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it.

[nekokoaa]

Hello! Can I request a fem reader who is taller than most girls and a bit chub, who gets her ankle twisted and Shoto carriers her. She's all blushy and tells him that she can walk but he insists to carry her. Thank you so much! I love your writing <3

Fandom: Bnha

Character: Todoroki Shoto

Word Count: 1.4K

Yay!! More Shoto requests!! Todoroki is actually one of the tall boys in his class, I think he’s 5’9. I wasn’t sure if you wanted her as tall as Todo or taller, so I just made her the same height as him, if not, slightly taller.

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“Isn’t he just dreamy?” Ashido held her cheek and sighed lovingly to the sight in front of her. You felt your face warm up as you followed her eyes and found a boy more handsome than any of the boys in your class. Todoroki Shoto was his name and you had a crush on him for as long as you could remember. You could barely stand to look at him for more than a few seconds before your face combusts into a bright red, hot to the touch skin, and your smile wide and giddy. He was just doing simple laps around the track field, flawless in his form, and oozing with endless stamina. He was in the front with the rest of the boys, but he shined the brightest out of all of them. There was no doubt that most girls in your class desired Todoroki. Your and Ashido’s faces said it all.

“Yeah…” You nodded, your blush never leaving your cheeks as you watched him cross the starting line once again. How can he look so perfect while running? You wondered and watched him wipe the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He did it so gracefully that your heart skipped a beat even with all its thundering.

Ashido suddenly stood up from the grass, stretching her arms over her head. “Looks like we’re up next!” She pointed to the group of girls gathering around Aizawa. The boys were doing their final lap of their endurance training and you and Ashido quickly joined the girls. You wouldn’t say you enjoy endurance training, but it was necessary to become a hero. You weren’t much of a runner or the fittest person in the class, your quirk was more mental than physical, so you didn’t really think training your body would improve your quirk. Still, you had to listen to Aizawa and as much as you wanted to just run back to your spot on the grass, you couldn’t.

When the boys finished their final lap, you watched as they retreated near the area you were just sitting in with water bottles in their hands as they blabbed about stuff you didn’t care about. But you still kept an eye out and watched Todoroki talk to his friends or more like listen to them. He wasn’t much of a talker but whenever he did speak, his words always seemed to carry weight even if it was a joke. You found yourself staring at Todoroki a little longer than you would’ve liked, you caught his eyes in your direction in that same moment and you quickly jumped before turning to face Aizawa who was instructing the girls on what to do. Just normal laps around the track, seems simple enough.

You sighed softly, positioning yourself in one of the red and white lanes of the track. Ashido was to your right while Ochako was to your left. You wanted to glance over to where the boys were relaxing, wanting to see if Todoroki was looking at you. At this rate, your heart was already exhausting itself with its wild behavior and you haven’t even started running yet. You gathered the courage to turn your head ever so slightly in the direction of the boys. You saw them engaged in a deep conversation while still maintaining their focus on the girls. You gulped and quickly turned away, cheeks warming, as you saw Todoroki’s eyes in your direction. Was he looking at you? Or perhaps just everyone here? You couldn’t tell.

With a signal from Aizawa, you and everyone around you started to run. You started feeling a little self-conscious as you were falling behind faster than you expected. You were also aware of how much your body moved with every step that landed. Being in last place made you stuck out more than you would have liked. You just hoped Todoroki wasn’t looking at you.

And as soon as you thought that, you glanced at the group of boys, and watched as the very thing you feared was happening. A pair of gray and red eyes following your figure as you ran down the track. There was no doubt in your mind, he was definitely looking at you. As if you needed anything more to overwork your poor heart. Most girls would probably be ecstatic finding out their crush was looking at them and would possibly be working even harder to impress them. But you weren’t like that at all, being under Todoroki’s gaze made you even more nervous than when you started. And before you knew it, you stumbled on your feet.

Tripped, fallen, tumbled, all these verbs couldn’t possibly be enough to describe the embarrassing display of you falling forearms-first towards the ground, the momentum of the fall causing your body to slide to a stop. A searing pain appeared on your elbows, knees, and your ankle and your calves were still throbbing from all the stress you put them through. Your face was turned away even as you heard footsteps rushing towards your direction and a call of your name. You just simply wanted to die, if not from your nerves, then embarrassment would probably do the job.

“____! Are you okay?” You heard the concern in Ashido’s voice. You responded to her with a groan and slightly turned to look at her. She was kneeling by your body, Aizawa was already contacting Recovery Girl, and surprisingly, Todoroki was standing next to Ashido.

“This couldn’t get any more embarrassing…” You muttered.

“What?” Ashido cocked her head to the side when she didn’t hear you clearly.

“____, I contacted Recovery Girl to let her know you’ll be on your way. You can’t stand, right?” You shook your head at Aizawa and he sighed softly. You didn’t even have to try, you knew your ankle was twisted. It hurt just to move your foot around. “Then I guess we should get someone to take you.”

“Let me do it.” Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes zeroed in on Todoroki who raised his hand slightly. You opened your mouth to protest but Aizawa interrupted you.

“Good. Todoroki, take ____ to the nurse’s office.” You didn’t like the face Ashido gave you once Aizawa walked away. She was smiling so hard at you and then winked before returning to continue her laps.

You didn’t have the heart to look at Todoroki as he replaced Ashido and kneeled near your body. “Are you alright? That was quite a fall.” You didn’t answer him either and allowed your face to blush deeper than it ever did before. You saw his arm go under your knees and felt his hand on your side near your armpits. “Hold on to me.” He warned before lifting you from the ground. You yelped and quickly threw your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling out of his arms.

And that’s when you began your journey to the nurse’s office in the arms of the boy who you had a serious crush on. You were convinced that everyone had their eyes on you as he carried you back into the school building. You didn’t miss the wide grins from the boys or the blushing cheeks from the girls. He was like a prince and he carried you like a princess. Though, you were feeling a little self-conscious. You wondered if he had a hard time carrying you. Todoroki wasn’t necessarily weak but, in your standards, you weren’t exactly the lightest girl either. As he was carrying you though the, thankfully, empty halls of the school, you decided to voice your concerns.

“You don’t have to carry me, Todoroki.” You looked up at him and he glanced down at you. It was nice to know he looked handsome in all of his angles.

“You can’t walk yourself there.” He stated, his eyes returning to gaze down the hall.

“I know, but…” You paused and looked away, biting your bottom lip. “Aren’t I heavy?”

“Not at all.”

“I can try and walk. I only twisted one of my ankles anyway.” You tried to convince him to let you go but Todoroki insisted. You thought you felt his hands press into your body when he spoke.

“I can carry you.”

“But…” Your face was hot to the touch as you couldn’t think of another excuse.

“Not only did you twist your ankle, but you have a fever as well.” Todoroki took note of your flushed face. If only he knew the real reason of your redden cheeks. How would he react? You wondered. You didn’t have the courage to tell him the truth. Not yet, that is. You smiled softly to yourself, thinking that it was nice having him care for you. You left Todoroki in oblivion, somewhat wishing the nurse’s office was a millions of miles away so that this moment wouldn’t have to end. 

[sporadic-writer]

Mrs. All American

Harrison x American!Reader

At least 2 parts, maybe more.

Warnings: my usual ones.. swearing maybe some mentions of alcohol or being suggestive plus sarcasm

Summary: reader is a friend of Tom's and finally meets Harrison

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You and Tom Holland met on vacation. Your families both happened to be at the same place at the same time in America. You all met and ended up finding ways to stay in touch, even his brothers, but mainly Tom. Despite knowing him before his rise to fame, you never stopped staying in touch with each other. Even a few vacations after your first meeting, you met up again and caught up.

You met right before your sophomore year of high school, now you were a junior in college and he was a movie star. Even though it would be cool to brag, not once did you say you knew him as a friend like you did. People wouldn't believe you anyway. Your friends did know that you had friends from England though. Over time, you both went on vacations less and therefore saw each other less. You always made sure to keep up on life details, but both of you mutally missed each other. Plus, he wanted to catch up for real rather than over texting. So one day the Brit told you he is flying you to London in order to properly hang out again. Initially, you refused, not wanting him to cover everything and take advantage of him. He protested, found a few dates you could visit, and gave you no other option but to fly out and see everyone. He really won you over when he said twins and his mom wanted to catch up. After telling your parents and convincing them that it would be fine for you to go, you got a passport and began packing.

Sooner than you thought, it was time to travel and you were at TSA and going to the international boarding areas. You texted Tom and updated him on things and patientally waited. Next thing you knew, you were on your first international flight and off to see your foreign friend. The flight wasn't too bad, and you kept yourself busy with music and TV. Luckily, school was over for the semester and you didn't have any summer work to focus on. So this was a nice break for you. Eventually, the flight landed at London's airport and you tried to remember where Tom told you to go. After texting him, you took out an ear bud to focus better on the signs and managed to get your bags and go where Tom said to go. Once you were pretty sure you got to the area, you saw no one familliar and sat down to wait.

While humming to Paramore you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning, you expected Tom, but came face to face with Harrison instead. You never actually met him, but obviously knew of him and saw pictures. He smiled and you pulled out your headphones.

"Are you Y/N?" He was cautious and was probably worried had just approached the wrong person.

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah haha I am. How did you know?" Thinking, you questioned how obviously American you looked.

"Tom described you pretty well. Bunch of rings on, leather bracelet, h/c about your length. Also said you would probably be listening to music. He did a good job. Mentioned you would be somewhere in this area too."

"Ahh gotcha. Here I was worried I was the American that stuck out like basic tourist." You chuckled and so did he. You took note of how handsom he was in person. And you kicked yourself for only now getting acquainted with him. Tom was a simple a friend, but your friend's friend doesnt have to be.

He grabbed one of your bags for headed in the direction you assumed was the car. "Well love, you do with that strong accent of yours, but don't worry, you look good regardless." He glanced at you from his side view and you prayed your blush was hidden via your hair.

"That's good at least. And not to sound rude or anything but.. where's Tom? He made it sound like he was picking me up." You looked at him curiously but hoping not to offend him.

"Considering it is a busy time here and you aren't associated with him too much in a famous matter I suggested that I pick you up and take us to him." It was this statement that you realized his beanie and casual attire. He blended in easily and if you didn't know any better you would have thought he was anybody else in an airport.

"Clever. I am not in the mood to pop up online. My friends don't even know I've met him or any of this friends and fam." By this point you made it to the car and bags were put in the trunk. You walked over to the passenger seat, but he came up to the same door. The way you looked at him made him laugh.

"England remember? This is the driver's side."

You groaned and leaned your head back. "Well I'm a fucking moron!" In an embarrassed manner, you walked to the other side of the car. "If ya'll didn't know I was American you sure do now!"

At this point he's laughing and smiling at you. "Again, the accent does that all on it's own. But you do swear as strongly we do."

"Yeah back home not everyone appreciates that. That and the sarcasm has gotten me in trouble before. Uptight pricks." The last part was mumbled, but he caught it. He grew a quick liking to you. In the least cringey sounding way possible, you were different. You were genuine. Then the 2 of you spent the drive together listening to music and he updated you on some other English things to note. Some of them he did in a teasing manner that made you roll your eyes and laugh. But sooner or later you made it to Tom's family's place.

Harrison went for the bags but you said to wait and get them later. You just wanted to see your friends again. Following Harrison into the house, you heard feet rush up to the door and you were trapped in 2 hugs at once. Instantly, you knew who it was.

"Boys. How's it goin?" The smile on your face was broad as you were rocked back and forth in the hug.

"Better now that we finally get to hang with you again Y/N." Sam was slowly detaching himself from you. At this point Tom was walking up and shoved his brothers off you.

"Move your asses it's my turn to hug her. Haven't seen her in like 3 or 4 years in person!" He pulls you in and you laugh as you hug each other.

Harry huffs, "Neither have we. Just because you flew her out here doesn't mean you have dibs. Last we saw her was when her family said goodbye before our vacation ended."

"Tom promised me a party of some sort? So we can all hang out don't worry." You smiled at the boys, remembering why you missed them in the first place. "God I missed you guys! School has been kicking my ass so this is nice. But before we party, I am gonna need to sleep hard. Because I can already tell jetlag will ruin me."

"Mom and dad won't be back til later anyway, so we can hang and you can see them tomorrow." Harry smiled at you, clearly just eager to spend time with you again.

Realizing that you've been back for a while, it hit you that you never let your parents know. "Oof, ok I need to call my folks, tell them I'm back and safe and everything. I'll be right back." You walked off and heard Tom say they would be in the living room.

The boys followed in as you went off on your phone. Tom spoke up first, thanking Harrison for picking you up.

"No problem mate, she's cool. Kinda annoyed you kept her to yourself all this time."

"Hey the one time you came to the states with us for vacation, her family couldn't go then. Why you buggin about it? Into her?"

Harrison looks away while checking you aren't too close. Softly he responds, shrugging. "Yeah a little I guess. Like I said, she's cool."

"Haz and Y/N sittin in a tree!" Sam and Harry started laughing at the same time while Harrison rolled his eyes.

"I regret saying anything. Those 2 morons will blab the minute she's back." Like magic, you walked back in. Putting your phone in your pocket with a bright smile.

"Alright. That's done. Now I need a comfy couch, some good TV, and to catch up with ya'll." Tom and Harrison chuckled to themselves.

You groaned slightly, "Really? It's because I said ya'll isn't it? Come on..!"

"Y/N! You aren't even from the south! I don't know why you say it but it is really American so it's funny to us."

Plopping down between Harrison and Tom you smacked them both lightly. "Whatever. You don't hear me giggling whenever you say mate or something."

"Relax it's cute. Right Haz?" Tom looks playfully at his best friend, testing the waters a bit. He ignores the slight glare he sends back in return. You do as well.

"I guess it is." He was trying not to get flustered by your perfume. If he wasn't mistaken, it was Channel no. 5. It was hypnotic. All he did was pick you up from the airport and talk in the car, feelings shouldn't be building up this fast. Considering the girl is only here for a little while, he figured take a shot before she leaves and who knows when he will see her again.

"Alright, well let's hang tonight. Y/N want a beer?" He looks to the girl as he is getting up. Her voice perks up with a cute 'yes please' and he walks to the kitchen releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding. Grabbing a few beers he returns and distributes them out. Once handing one to the girl next to Tom he sits back down and everyone speaks casually. About 2 beers deep he feels good and she's ever so slightly giggly. He feels bold enough to get up, grab some more for everyone, and as he sits down his arm goes to the back of the couch near your shoulders. He swears you leans in a little bit, but he tries not to think too much into it. Wanting to help him get the picture, you lean in more after that new beer was finished. A couple hours pass and his arm is around your shoulders and you feel sleep coming over you. Tom simply glances at you guys and smirks. He sends the twins a text to not say anything, and one to Harrison with the smirk emoji.

As time passes Sam is the first to get up for bed. A few minutes later the rest of you follow his lead. All of you get up and Harrison's hand falls down and lightly trails your arm as it lands at his side. You hold the goose bumps back and stretch.

"Goodnight guys! I am dead. Surprising because it is only like 7pm back home for me. But thank you for a great first night. Tomorrow the parents are swinging by? Good! Tom we are all crashing at your place tomorrow right?"

The man in question nods. "Yup! Tomorrow we stay at my place in town after my parents come back then the party day after that."

You smile at everyone widely. "Yay! I get to play tourist! At least by then the jetlag will be fine. But alright. Show me my room!"

Tom showed you up and Harrison remembered your bags were still in the car. By the time you started walking to the door he was already back.

You stopped as to not run into him. "Oh damn sorry! I didn't know you were back already."

"You're fine love. Where do you want them?"

"Just by the window please." He put the stuff down and turned to face you after you thanked him. As he stayed standing there you smirked and spoke up. "Want a tip or something Harrison?"

He flushed realizing he zoned out and mutter out a response. However, you didn't catch it and got closer. The air was filled with slight tension and neither knowing how to act.

Quietly you asked, "What were you sayin?"

"Nothing. Sorry.. I was trying to think of a clever response, but couldn't think of one." Although you weren't that short, you still felt like he towered over you. So you glanced up at him through your lashes.

"I guess I should get to sleep then? I don't know how long jetlag will keep me sleeping tomorrow, but I don't want to keep Tom's folks waiting." He nods and little and looks down at you. Then he turns a bit and heads towards the door, and you follow a few spaces behind.

Once at the door he turns back to you and you can see in his eyes he is thinking about something.

"Um I don't know how guys say good night to a cute girl in America but.." He leans down and sweetly kisses your cheek. His lips are warm and soft. You smile as he pulls away, looking right at you. He starts to turn but you grab his arm lightly and pulls him back to you. This time though you gently pressed your lips to his. The kiss was not hot or deep, just lips to lips in a sweet manner. It was quick and light, but enough to get the point accross.

As you pull back you look at him with a smirk. "That's how you do it Haz." Then you close the door to rest for the next day ahead you. The only thing you missed was Harrison coming back to reality and with a full grin as he walked to his room.

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There isn't enough Haz fic in the world. Hope you guys like this! As always like and reblog!!

Part 2 here!

[crazy4malex]

One Step Closer Ch. 2

by Crazy4Malex

Everyone seemed really positive about my first chapter I thought I would try chapter 2. I’m almost done with ch. 3.

 Chapter 2

 Michael took the plunge. "Max healed you with his hands. You don't have a bullet in you either, it disintegrated."

 Alex stared at Michael as if he was crazy, but that was exactly what Max had done. "But how?" he asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure he wanted to know any longer.

 "Remember the crash of '49?" Michael swallowed and watched Alex's every expression.

 "The supposed crash." Alex corrected.

 "Well...no. It happened alright. Their were 5 pods that were in that spaceship that crash landed." he went on. He gave a quick look at Max.

 Max nodded, as if to say go on.

 Alex was silent.

 Michael went on. "Two of those pods carried two adults, the ones that were captured and experimented on and eventually killed. We think they might have been our parents, but who knows."

 "And the other three?" Alex asked in a whisper. He knew what was coming but wasn't sure he wanted to hear it.

 "Max, Isobel and I were the other three. We were little. We don't know much more than that we came out of the pods years later. We were hidden in a cave of some sort. We think it was done by the adult aliens, to keep us safe. Anyways, you know the rest, Max and Isobel were adopted by the Evans, and I grew up in foster homes." Michael finished and swallowed, watching Alex's every expression.

 Alex was numb. He was trying to process all he had heard. Surprisingly he believed Michael. What else could explain his healing by Max?  Alex was processing all that Michael had shared.

 "But the crash was in '49. How are you only 32?" he asked calmly.

 Michael was shocked at how easily Alex believed him and how he wasn't showing fear or worse.

 "We believe we were in stasis while we were in the pods for years." Michael answered.

 "And you can all heal people?" Alex's mind kept turning things over. He had so many questions.

 "No, only Max can heal. That's his main ability." Michael replied.

 "Main ability? So you have more than one? You have different abilities from Max?" Alex's eyes were fixed on Michael's. He was fascinated now.

 "Well, we can all talk to each other with our minds, when we try. And we all have more strength that a human." he continued. All the time watching how calmly and scientifically Alex was taking it in.

 "And your main ability?" Alex held Michael's gaze.

 "Um...I can levitate things. Telekinesis abilities I guess you would call it."

 "Wow." Alex finally said after filtering through all that Michael had shared.

 "That's it? That's all you have to say?" Michael looked incredulous.  

 Alex laughed. It took away some of the tenseness he had been feeling since he'd been shot and then not.

 "Well it is a wow type explanation. And how did you keep this secret all these years? Do the Evans' know about you? Who all knows?" Alex kept asking as he came up with more and more questions.

 "The Evan's don't know about us. Up until a week ago, no one but the three of us knew." Michael shot Max a look.

 "I had to save Liz Michael you should understand that now." Max stated quietly.

 "But she didn't have to blab it to Kyle Valenti! I thought she was going to keep your secret."

 Max just shrugged.

 "So only Liz, Kyle and I know about you guys?" Alex confirmed.

 "Yeah." Michael replied.

 "Max." Alex turned to him. When Max looked at Alex he continued. "Thank you."

 "Your welcome Alex. Listen, I need to know who shot you? Did you know the person?"

 Michael and Alex shook their heads. "They were strangers Max." Michael stated, getting angry again at the thought that they had tried to kill Alex. His Alex damn it!

 "Did you get a license plate?"

 "No, I was too busy trying to save Alex's life." Michael grimaced.

 "I was too busy trying not to die." Alex added.

 "Well, if you see them again, let me know. Michael, why don't you draw the two guys as best you remember and I'll have the department keep it on file." Max stated. I've got to head out. I'm still on duty."

 Max nodded and left. Leaving Michael and Alex alone for the first time since Alex had learned the truth.

 "You put yourself in front of a bullet for me."

 "You took a bullet for me."

 Both said at the same time.

 "But you did take the bullet." Michael said hoarsely. His emotions all over the place.

 "I'd die for you Michael Guerin." Alex finally said it aloud. He'd always known it, but  had just been too afraid to say it. Until now.

 Michael looked up at Alex with an incredulous look on his face. He doesn't believe me, and can you blame him Alex, he thought to himself.

 "You wanna get out of here. Go to my place?" Alex asked, still vulnerable, but now wanting to put all his cards on the table and open up to Michael the way Michael had to him. He'd laid out his soul to Alex and it was the least Alex could do in return.

 "We have some talking to do." Alex finished.

 "I'll follow you." Michael said and quickly got in his truck, still astonished but not wanting to wait for Alex to change his mind.

 Alex kept watching the headlights behind him to make sure Michael was still there. Of course he was Alex, he thought to himself, he was the one who always changed his mind, not the other way around.

 This time  you are going to be as honest and vulnerable as Michael always has been. You own that to him at least, especially after tonight.

 Michael tried not to ride too close to Alex's bumper, he didn't want to seem to anxious and afraid that Alex would change his mind.

 They got out of their trucks into the darkness of night. Alex hadn't left any lights on in his cabin so the stars all around them were lit up across the sky, reminding both of them of how they used to come out here in the desert as teens and make out under the stars.

 Michael slipped his arms around Alex from behind and whispered in his ear. "I know we need to talk, but these stars remind me of high...."

 Michael never got to finish. Alex spun around in his arms and pushed Michael against the truck door once again. He couldn't get enough of Michael. He never could. Only difference now was he wasn't hiding it.

 They kissed and started undressing before they even made it inside the cabin. There were down to boxers when Alex pushed Michael down on his bed.

 Michael was breathing hard and groaned aloud when he saw the hooded look Alex had trained on him. "Alex..." Michael whispered, never seeing that raw need and honesty in Alex's eyes since their first night together.

 Before Michael could think to say more, Alex was on top of him and running his hands up and down Michael's bared flesh. Michael returned the favor and they rolled over and over on the bed until they were content with Alex on top for now.

 Alex looked down into his lover's waiting eyes and smiled. The smile he knew Michael loved. The open, honest smile he had just for Michael.

 "I love you Michael Guerin." Alex finally said for the first time in 10 years.

 Michael sucked in his breath in total surprise and then smiled his own warm special smile for Alex.

 "Say it again." Michael whispered.

 "I love you more than my life. You are my everything and always have been. My friend, my lover, my champion and my life." he continued.

 Michael swallowed hard. If anyone else had blurted out those lines he would think they were cheesy, but not when Alex said them to him. He was being totally honest with Michael for the first time and that made all the difference.

 By silent agreement, they attacked each others mouths again and hands wandered against slick skin. They couldn't get enough of each other.

 They took off the last barrier of clothes and just stared at each other.

 "You are so beautiful" Michael whispered in awe as he ran his gaze down Alex's body.

 Alex watched Michael give him the once over and stop at his groin when he said how beautiful Alex was. He blushed.

 Michael saw Alex's blush and smiled. He loved when he could make Alex blush. He looked so adorable.

 To avert attention away from himself Alex turned the tables and said, "You and your bad boy image aren't one to talk." all this said as he stared at Michael's groin.

 Michael laughed. "Bad boy huh? Is that what your calling it now?"

 Alex blushed again and frowned. He'd hoped to get Michael to blush but should have known better.

 "Make love to me Michael." Alex whispered into the quiet night.

 "Always." Michael whispered back the promise, taking Alex into his arms he turned them over so he could look into Alex's eyes as they made love.

 When he slid home it made them both sigh in contentment. They loved the feeling of being one. Really being one.

 Later as they lay in each others arms, Alex ran a finger down Michael's chest.

 "I think Jim Valenti knew about you three already."

 Michael looked over at Alex, hand behind his head and frowned. "What makes you think that?"

 Alex explained about what he and Kyle had found in the bunker under the cabin. Then went on to explain the strange glass he'd found in the wall.

 Michael leaned up on one arm now alert. "Where is it?" he started sitting up.

 Alex sat up and reached under his bed and pulled out his locked chest.

 When he pulled out the carefully wrapped piece of glass, he handed it to Michael.

 "You don't need to be careful with this thing. I have one just like it and I've tried everything to see if it would break or melt or something and nothing. It's definitely a material 'not of this earth'." Michael explained, frowning at the object as he had been with his. It was part of the same piece he had.

 "So Valenti knew about the piece. Knew there were aliens in '49, but it doesn't mean he knew we are aliens."

 "True. "

 "Did Kyle see this?"

 "No, he was gone when I found this. Should we show him?"

 "No. I'm not sure I trust him. I've seen him talking with your father at the base."

 "What about the sergeant? " Alex asked.

 Michael realized that Alex didn't refer to the sergeant as he father very often if he could avoid it.

 "Your dad has been asking about aliens and conspiracies and how he believes they are real and a threat and he's trying to find us out."

 "How do you know?"

 "Kyle told Liz who told Max." Michael rolled his eyes.

 "So Kyle isn't in on it with my father then. Not if he's sharing with Liz." Alex concluded.

 Michael shrugged. "I'm just not sure about Kyle. I mean he knows who we are now and he hasn't said anything, so he's probably okay but...."

 "But you've never forgiven him for the way he treated me back in high school." Alex finished for Michael.

Alex started getting dressed. He started to put his leg brace on when Michael stopped him and seeing another jar of salve for Alex's leg, he gently rubbed it on the injury the way he had seen Alex do at his place. Then he helped Alex put the artificial leg on.

 It was and intimate and private moment.

 When Michael looked up Alex was looking at him with so much love. "Thank you." he whispered.

 Michael stood and pulled Alex into his arms and kissed him soundly. "You're welcome."

 Then Michael got dressed. They had some talking to do that was best done clothed. That is if they wanted to stay out of bed.

 Alex took the object and looked at it differently than he had when he first found it.

This was part of the original ship. How cool was that.

  "Maybe I can help keep the sergeant away from you three." he suggested.

 "How?" Michael's eyes narrowed.

 "Well between Kyle and I we should be able to work out something. Lead him off in a different direction. I mean, I can easily change information inside the files and change files on the internet with my class code, and Kyle can feed it to him since he's the one that my father is talking to and trusting."

 Michael could see that although Alex was talking calmly about his father trusting Kyle, he really was just that little boy still trying to figure out why his father couldn't love him for who he was.

 Why do you have to work with Kyle. What are you two besties now that he's apologized for high school."

 Alex tried not to smile at Michael's jealousy. He knew Alex wasn't interested in Kyle that way.

 "Besides, you could put yourself in danger if you get caught." Michael hated the idea, but he knew if he told Alex outright that he didn't want him to do it, Alex would be pissed and do it anyways.

 "I'll be fine." Alex said with narrowed eyes. "My leg is fine. I can do anything I need to. The air force didn't put me on disability. They believe I can still hold a job and do what needs to be done." Alex defended.

 "I know that Alex, you know I don't think of you as helpless. And I don't think of you in terms of your injury. I think you are one of the bravest men I know." Michael soothed saying in honesty.

 Alex looked away from Michael's pride in him. Unable to handle praise. Then he continued.

 "Well, let me see what I can find in the files in my father's office and what he's been looking into on his computer. I'll send you copies of everything I find. Even the encrypted ones I can't open, cause I know you can open them." Alex smiled at Michael.

 Michael nodded. "Okay. Good."  

 There was silence and then Alex spoke. "I'm sorry I left you behind and went into the service without telling you. I..... Michael..."

 "It's okay Alex..."

 "No, it's not. I need to explain. My dad threatened you. He said if I thought what he did to your hand was bad I didn't know what fucked up was until I would see you if I didn't leave and join the air force. I was terrified for you Michael." Alex got out all in one breath.

 "Well I could have taken care of myself." Michael said reminding Alex of his powers.  

 "Well I didn't know about those back then!" Alex shot back.

 Michael nodded.

 "Why didn't you go away to college Michael? You had that scholarship and everything."

 "Isobel...she has issues. We needed to stay around to help her." And Michael continued telling Alex the story of Isobel and Rosa and her blackouts.

 "Oh my God, Michael." Alex swore. "And she didn't remember until recently? How is she taking it?"

 "Not well. She hasn't wanted to talk about it since we first talked it out a few days ago. It's like she's gone into a little shell to protect herself for now. Max  and I are taking turns watching out for her. Noah left. Couldn't handle the lies, the truth she couldn't share with him.

 "Shit, Michael, I'm sorry."

 "Why did you tell me it wouldn't work at the drive-in?" Michael blurted out

 "You saw my father there. You think he stopped to talk to me because he missed me? He was letting me know he could still hurt you. I had stepped out of line again and you would pay." Alex said hoarsely. Fear still living in his eyes when he thought about his father.

 "Alex, you can't live like that forever. Your father isn't going any where any time soon. You can't give up your life...our life for him. You know I can take care of myself."

 "No! You can't do anything. You use your powers and my father will bury you all." Alex exclaimed fearfully. "You think the night he...hurt your hand he stopped there. After he threw you out, he came at me. He didn't like that I stuck up for you, that I had the nerve to talk to him that way. He hates me and that night when you left he beat me horribly. He left me in the tool shed when he was done and I crawled onto the bed in there and cried for what he had done to you, and for myself not having a way out of there for good."

 "God Alex...baby. I should have stayed. I should have known what he would do to you when I was gone." Michael whispered hoarsely. The pain in his eyes was hard for Alex to see.

 "No, if you had stayed....I think he would have killed us both." Alex said in a resigned voice. Believing every word.

 "I would have protected you!" Michael shouted hurting for Alex.

 "And what? Been experimented on once you used your powers?" Alex argued.

 Michael growled. " I want to kill the son of a bitch!" Then he kicked a chair and sent in flying.

 Alex looked at the chair but said nothing. Both of them were hurting.

 "Come here." Alex whispered softly.

 Michael walked over to Alex and took him in his arms. They held each other for awhile. Alex soothingly running his hands through Michael's curls that he loved so much.

 Michael buried his nose in Alex's throat. Loving the way Alex smelled. He smelled of home.

 When they finally looked at each other they kissed gently. When it turned to passion which was inevitable, they kissed their way over to Alex's bed.

 Alex landed on top and quickly took off his shirt. He looked down at Michael with hooded eyes.

 Michael sucked in his breath. He loved when Alex looked at him that way.

I'm going to make love to you until neither one of us can think at all." he said seriously.

 Michael swallowed, he had no words. He could only nod.

 Alex helped Michael take off his shirt and then Alex ran his hand down Michael's chest, catching the curls in his fingers and pulling lightly. I love how curly your hair is." he smiled with love in his eyes.

 Michael loved when Alex touched him. He held his breath as Alex ran his hand over all of his body.

 Michael returned the favor and lightly ran his hands down Alex's biceps. He loved the smooth tight muscles of the man he was crazy about. He let his hands wander over Alex's back and down further, drawing their lower bodies together.

 "Hmmmm I think bad boy wants to play with beautiful." Michael whispered in Alex's ear as he realized they both were aroused.

 Alex laughed this time instead of blushing. God he loved his Michael.

 "Make love to me Alex." Michael swallowed. He loved to hear Alex's laugh. It was so seldom he heard it.

 "I love you Michael." Alex admitted again. He loved saying it constantly now that he had finally admitted it. He loved the look in Michael's eyes every time he said it.

 When Alex slid home, they both felt contentedness. They were a bond that would not be broken this time.

 "I'll never leave you again Michael" Alex promised even as he began making love to Michael.

 "Oh God I love you Alex. And I'll never let you go again."

 Later, as they were putting their clothes back on they heard a car door slam outside.

 Both looked at each other. Alex with fear. Michael ready for anything.