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byanyan · 1 year ago

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The kid's place is already a mess, various men rifling through drawers and overturning furniture- All stonefaced cold, hard killers- Every single one of them. Their leader does nothing, says nothing. He's smoking a black and gold cigarillo while sitting on the edge of a beat up old mattress, flicking the ashes into a half-filled glass of what appeared to be soda and cheap booze.

A flat onyx screen is pressed to the shell of his ear as a flunkie holds the smart phone with one hand, the ringtone reverberating in his ear until his young, foolish charge picks up.

"I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me," he speaks with a shark's expressionless hunt instinct, little more than single-minded focus and the unnerving patience only a apex predator can embody.

"You have something that belongs to me, Yeong-Hwan Byun. And if you're smart- Which I know for a fact that you are- You will not hang up and you will come home so we can have a little talk. Otherwise, this other kid... Oh, I dunno their name. They're not looking so hot right now. If you don't shake a leg, then shit- I don't think they're gonna make it."

He snaps his fingers and the gunman lowers the smart phone so his hostage can proceed to cry and loudly protest that 'No, Byan, stay away' and then the waterworks kick in in all their melodramatic glory.

Jae motions for the phone to brought back to face level and exhales long blueish wisps of smoke from his nose like a lazy dragon taking a seat upon it's treasure hoard.

"Don't be late, kiddo."

[IUNNO, mad Hyung is mad.]

call byan by their full name, see how they respondㅤㅤ�� ˚ ( accepting!! )

ㅤalthough not sure of what exactly they're expecting upon answering the phone and hearing jae-hyo's voice, they don't anticipate it being anything good. they've been a bit flaky lately, after all — first they kept a little more for themself than they were supposed to, then they started conveniently 'missing' calls... yeah, they think they know what this is about, and they'd be lying if they said they didn't feel a little flicker of fright in the pit of their stomach at the greeting they're met with alone.

pausing at the ledge of the roof, eyes searching for the next best path forward, byan's mouth opens, but nothing makes it out before jae continues. fear intensifies at the use of their full, legal name, but they aren't that concerned — they've always been able to talk their way out of shit before, this shouldn't be any different, right? jae-hyo's got just the barest hint of a soft spot for them, it's something that hasn't escaped their notice (and something they have, perhaps, taken advantage of now)... surely he'll let them off easy, right? they haven't done anything that bad. —that's what they've been counting on, at least; that he'll keep playing that role of big brother and lighten the consequences, let them off with little more than a slap on the wrist.

what they don't expect is to be met with the complete opposite. what they don't expect, even after the order to come home, is for him to have one of the other kids there with him. for him to have shown up to the group home and— ...and what, taken the first kid he crossed paths with hostage? that seems so insane, so completely out of pocket, and byan is fully prepared to call his bluff—

ㅤ—...that is, until they hear a familiar, frightened voice over the speaker, begging them to stay away.

blood running cold, the teen freezes in place. what was once simple fear now blooms into fully-fledged panic, their breath catching in their throat as the weight of the situation fully settles over them, pressing down heavily over their chest. no, no, no, this... this wasn't supposed to happen, this— it was supposed to be fun, they were supposed to break a few noses, earn a bit of cash, and that was it. none of this was supposed to get so serious, it was never meant to be real—

ㅤㅤ" —okay, okay, i hear ya—! "ㅤthey start to respond, but the call ends before they can get any further. before they can tell him to let the kid go. fuck. shit. goddamn fucking son of a bitch—! they don't want to think that jae-hyo would actually kill a child, but they didn't exactly think he'd take one hostage to send them a message and here they fucking are. it's not worth the risk, they'll never forgive themself if one of those stupid kids dies like this because of them. they have to get back to the group home, they have to— ...to face jae-hyo, as well as the consequences of their insubordination. if it was anyone else around the home that he tried to threaten them with, they wouldn't care, but one of the other goddamn kids— ...but that's the whole point, isn't it? he's not stupid, jae knows exactly where to hit them to get what he wants, doesn't he? —fuck.

shoving their phone back into their pocket with a trembling hand, byan finally exhales the breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding and, with adrenaline coursing through their body, they brace themself and take a running leap across to the next rooftop. there's no time to waste.

ㅤapproximately twenty-three minutes later, they're bursting through the front door with reckless abandon. by minute twenty-four, they're panting, running down the hall and skidding to a halt at the door to their room, body stiffening at the sight that lay before them. their belongings, all pulled carelessly from the shelves, drawers, and closets and scattered across the floor, not dissimilar to the way their bedroom had once been torn apart by an unhinged foster mother searching every inch for drugs, weapons, and other paraphernalia to hand over to the police. worse than that though are the several men digging through it all haphazardly, uncaring when anything tossed to the floor breaks beneath one of their shoes.

anger flares hot beneath byan's skin as they step inside, their jaw clenching, but the emotion doesn't compete with the sinking, ice-cold pit of terror in their stomach which sends another freezing chill down their spine. eyes dart briefly over the kid where he's being held in place — they think he's fine, just scared out of his mind. he's fine, right?? — before finally landing on jae-hyo where he's seated neatly on the edge of their bed. their heart pounds heavy against their ribs.

ㅤㅤ" okay, i'm here. i've got your shit. "ㅤmaintaining as level a tone as possible, chest still heaving with each stilted breath, byan holds the other's gaze and swallows hard. there's no hiding the way their fear flashes in their eyes, but they hope keeping a straight face helps to at least minimize it. (they knew jae was dangerous, knew he was capable of some serious shit, but they didn't think he was this kind of dangerous. —or, they never thought they'd be on the receiving end of any of it. it's possible, they're only now starting to realize, that they've taken his favour for granted.) shrugging the vibrant pink backpack off their shoulders, the teen hesitates for a moment before tossing it to the floor at their superior's feet.ㅤ" s'in there, okay? take it back, i don't give a shit, just let the fuckin' kid go. "

#gcldfanged #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ answered: ic ⋮ i am a vulture that feeds on pain.#well well well...... if it isn't the consequences of byan's actions coming to greet them #i'll be honest... this is not what i was expecting to find in my inbox but i LOVE it i'm HERE for it #byan taking advantage of whatever favour jae has for them only to get kicked in the face by harsh reality... i live for that kinda shit #had so much fun with this one tbh so tysm ♡

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fuwaprince · 2 years ago

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At least there's tomorrow. And the rest of today... Last night was fine but not really.... I'm upset. I'm grateful to have ANYBODY in my corner including online amazing friends who truly are my biggest hope/support. I should have higher standards for who I let in irl... but have you ever been so sad and needed more than a call? Something not even a hotline could be equipped to handle? I didn't want a stranger to talk to. I needed to know the person talking to me loved me and cared. I needed someone who could help me feel seen by physically looking back at me. I've been very unwell and stuck with limited support irl. I'm going to talk about how I go about surviving it under here. Read with caution idk some sensitive topics are mentioned

Last night he couldn't grab my stun gun to take it away. Kept telling me to give it to him so that i don't use it (why would I need to use it? you're probably wondering). I had to remove it from my purse and onto my body to keep it (he still tries to grab it anyways, wtf). I made the totally genius suggestion that if he didn't want to be stunned then he could try keeping hands to himself. I flash it. He gets pouty.

Still, he continues to act in ways that make me feel unsafe, with little things like where he decides to park and how. Like taking up 5 spots sideways for no reason and when I ask why he turns and almost yells to say "because they're all MINE!". And like how he goes over the reflective pavement markers in the middle of the road and asks if he made me scared, then holds his hand out in front of me (you know the one that probably should be on the wheel) saying "here grab it and hold tight and never let go" "ask me to stay and I will".

He always does this thing where if I disagree to physicality then he wants to promote a sense of danger so that I cling to him anyways :) i tell him it makes me uncomfortable again.

I am so desperate for a late night distraction that I overlook this to try and be grateful for his company and time. It isn't as bad as being left alone admittedly. It sucks to say but it's real.

He says he wants to go for a walk by a lake in the middle of the night. I'm freezing as is but okay I guess. He puts it in his gps and starts driving.

Before heading out of the car he drinks my meal replacement then says he doesn't like it. This is after I say of course he can have the rest of it in spite of me not actually eating enough calories to sustain myself as is. I want to thank him and show him appreciation for his company somehow and my conversation isn't enough.

Out by the water I ask if he's cold in his shirt. I'm shivering in my blanket that i wear like armor. It makes me feel untouchable knowing he can't access my bare skin.

He says yes he is cold and then goes on about how his plan was for me to hug him to keep him warm. I said wtf no and had to keep MOVING otherwise he tries to get too close and handsy. I was inventing choreography. Practicing my footwork. Spinning and dancing and frolicking away. He says in an upset way that I'm letting him freeze to death. Asks me again, "so you're just going to let me FREEZE?". I tell him that's really guilt trippy. I ask if we can go back to the car and eventually we do.

He ends up touching my hair at some point while pointing out how sleepy I am. I was so relieved to be back in a warm car that i guess I dozed off. I think he literally removed my clip without my consent to let my hair down for no fucking reason. I tell him my ex took my hair dryer when he complains about my hair still being damp. We don't talk about how he touched me.

He drives to the market to pick one up while I wait in the car. I am in the car under the impression he's picking up a soda or something. I have no idea. When he comes back I'm insisting I shouldn't have this because I didn't earn it, because it's a kind thought but it shouldn't be done by him and mostly because I can't be bought and that's how it feels.

He seems excessively prideful and self satisfied in the fact that whenever he takes me back to my place, he sends me in with bags of stuff. I never ask for this stuff. If I decline it then it gets dropped off anyways, you know? He asks if anybody I live with asks who's the guy who gets me "all this expensive stuff".

He goes on about how it'll be a good idea to meet my housemates so that he can come over, which I'm not even comfortable with. They aren't the reason he isn't coming over and he knows this but I guess denied it.

I make it clear I'm not open to that. I couldn't even let my housemates into my room. My room is sacred.

I know, just go to other people. I have so many online friends who reach out telling me i can talk with them. I just feel like an overwhelming sad cloud coming around my friends who might not even be emotionally available. I feel like a lot of people say it to be polite then show resentment so I'm scared of accepting the hands that reach out. I just run to what's familiar and has no problem driving up to my house in the middle of the night. Who will wait hours for me to stop crying just to take me away. It gives my heart a break in some ways but there's a give and take... Sorry guys. I'm sad. Don't know how to feel. Need support for this pressure. Thank you for the relief so far. I need to do better. I hope I'm cool and normal enough to make friends irl soon. That sounds pathetic but I do mean it. I've isolated for so long and mostly everyone has moved on. I try to reach out more now but it isn't enough to sustain a close friendship for most people. My energy is so low and here I'm trying to lift so much. I need a real friend I don't know how else to say it. A harmless hand to hold. Gentle nudge and a look into my eyes like hey it's going to be okay I see your pain but you're still here and I am here with you. Loneliness is so painful

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never-not-ever · 9 months ago

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Day One

It's like I want to document/journal things but also feel like I just overshare and way too often. I know last time I tried to do updates and sometimes it would be weeks or months later.

Like I was about to start venting starting off by saying "I don't know what I'm doing back here, I think this was a mistake" but like I can just save that for another post.

So dejavu of my last stay, I started off the morning by being super anxious prior to my (first) meeting with my doctor. She used to always wake me up at the ass crack of dawn so you can imagine my anxiety increasing as it got closer to 10am and I hadn't met with them.

But before that.. I got woken up by the medical doctor to look at my arm. It was so silly for him to have to come for the meager shit on my arm but I guess the nurse who did my intake on the unit put the med consult in just to get bacitracin approved.. strange, I don't remember that being a thing last time.

I finally met with my team around 10ish. I feel like I already wrote about this... Just checked and of course I wrote a whole essay on the first meeting lol. I'll put the link below this.

See I really need to keep these up to date cause it was just yesterday and I already forget so much.

I ended up going to the 11am group medication management which was ironic considering I stopped my meds and they played a role in the "SI with plan". I was about to leave the group early cause I was just getting anxious and thinking this is a joke, why are you in group???? But then I ended up staying and asking the pharmacist running it about Lithium. Something my outside doctor mentioned a few sessions ago.

I honestly don't remember what happened after group up until the walk at 2. But I'm glad my doctor put me on level 2 so I could go off unit on the walk. It was freezing and I forgot my jacket so I brought my fuzzy blanket and was debating it for a solid minute but then the counselor taking us out said it was cold so I ran and grabbed it. I didn't run lol, I don't run. But what I do do is give so much unnecessary information 🙃 but what else is new.

The blanket was the best idea and honestly a lot warmer than my jacket would have been. I got some soda at the cafe and I was thinking to myself why did I always get so much soda at a time when I can easily just get more the next day and then it dawned on me that whenever I'd get to level 2 it never lasted long before I was bumped back down to level 1.

After the walk I had a check in with my nurse and it was just word vomit and my thoughts were all over the place. My anxiety was just increasing so I took a prn and then played some cards and chatted with a friend.

The prn was kicking my ass and I ended up taking a nap. I think I woke up around 7 and made some ramen. Maybe played more games with my friend I honestly don't remember. Actually I think I do, it's strange how it's so fuzzy when it was just yesterday! We chatted til 10:30 and then I stayed in one of the common areas til they locked it at 11. I went to my room and tried to watch some Will & Grace but ended up falling asleep on my own again.

I told myself I'd take my actual sleeping meds so I could sleep through the night but I didn't want to leave my bed and I kept waking up and trying to fall back asleep but it never lasted and then it was like 4am and past the cutoff time so I just tossed and turned for the rest of the night.

I was about to continue into the morning but I'll save that for a seperate post. Which I'll probably end up writing tomorrow continuing this pattern of being a day behind. But honestly what does it matter and how long will this even last?

#personal #inpatient

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romanoffsbish · 3 years ago

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Chapter 52.5: Our Happy Ending

Chapter 52 | Masterlist | Words: 5,354

Smutty Blurb labeled 🥵, Minors DNI

Strap, mommy kink

May 2018

Natasha and I are headed for our five month check up on our recent endeavor to expand our family. This pregnancy is hitting me even harder than the last one, and I'm starting to wonder if I'm even meant to be pregnant.

"I really hope it's a girl..." Natasha mumbles, as she helps me out of the car.

"Miserably..." I grumble, and she smiles my way sympathetically.

"Her backs been killing her, and her feet have been swelling which sorta threw us off because that happened later on down the line with Piet. Speaking of Piet, she can't keep up with him in the slightest, she gets winded by just trying to get him ready for the day. Her morning sickness was honestly horrible, she can hardly keep anything down, she lived off of saltines, watermelon and sprite last month. Her moods have been—."

I glare her way, and she suddenly stops talking, and the doctor lets a giggle pass her lips.

"Well, that does indeed sound miserable... Let's take a look, yeah? The gels going to be cold." She warns, then begins to drop the jelly on my exposed stomach, and I shiver at the contact.

As she moves the wand around, I watch her face carefully, and see her features feign shock as she's clicking randomly on the screen.

"Well... I might have found the cause of your varying symptoms, in comparison to your last pregnancy."

Natasha and I look at her expectantly, and she continues.

"Well, it appears that you're actually pregnant with twins." She cautiously announces, and I freeze at the announcement.

All the Stark tech before switching to an actual OBGYN and we're just finding out ?!

"TWINS?" Natasha shouts, then immediately apologizes for her outburst, while her grip on my hand tightens.

"Yeah, did we want to know the sexes?"

"Yeah..." I shakily whisper, feeling rather emotional at the thought of two little ones, a mix of excitement and fear surges through me.

"Well, it looks like Baby A is a girl...

... and Baby B is, also a girl."

I watch as Natasha's fear slowly subsides, and a gentle smile takes its place upon her face.

"So, now that that's out of the way, I'm going to have to vehemently advise you to up your prenatal care. I'm also going to prescribe an anti nausea med that should help with the morning sickness. You and your two fetuses, won't survive off of crackers, melons and soda alone. Take it easy, growing humans is rather hard work, and your body deserves to relax. I'm sure Mom here can handle the little one at home. Outside of that, we're all done here, any questions?" The doctor informs us, and grabs the sonogram photos from the machine, and hands them my way before exiting the room.

I smile at the images, tracing my fingers down them, and then I feel Natasha's hand over mine. I look up to meet your glazed over gaze, and she leans down to kiss my lips.

"Well, looks like your dream came true..." I quip, and she smiles against my lips.

"Yeah, double time." She chuckles, then guides me out of the bed, and subsequently to the car.

—Hot Ass Witch—Facetime—

I pick up the call, excited to hear about how Wands appointment also went, seeing as how we're both pregnant, and it was her three month check up.

"How was the appointment Wands?"

"Well... Turns out we're having twins..." She hesitates, tryin to gauge the reaction.

"Oh my gosh! Bestie, us too!!!" I shriek, and she starts to jump up and down in her seat.

"I'm thrilled!!! This is the bestie dream come true!!"

"Yeah... Four infants at once... We can fill the landfills together." Natasha deadpans, as she turns onto our street, and Wanda and I chuckle at her obvious skepticism.

As soon as she parks, I see Wands parking too, and she runs into my arms—clearly handling the pregnancy better than I am.

"They're going to be besties just like us, I can feel it!"

"Well, we're apparently having girls." I beam, and she reaches for the sonogram.

"I have this feeling that we're having boys, but we'll find out in a few months I guess." Wanda replies, then grabs my hand as we head indoors, leaving Natasha and Vision in our dust.

August 2018

I woke up with a dull ache in my lower abdomen, and it never once faded. I'd reached out in search of my wife, but she wasn't there beside me. I moved out of the bed, slow and steady, as I made my way to the bathroom. After about three steps my pants felt soaked, and there was a sloshing sound with every step I took.

Shit... Not today....

"Natasha!!!!!"

Nothing

"Natty!!!" I groan, as I make my way to our shut door.

"Peaches and Creme!!!"

She comes running up the stairs at the coded words, and sees the liquid stains on my pants and her face tenses. She grabs the to go bag, then rings Yelena who drives us to the hospital and takes Piet back to hers and Kate's place.

——

"Alright, looks like we're fully dilated, so you should be able to push any minute now."

"No cesarean?" I mumble slightly disoriented, having gratefully received the drugs and epidural this time.

"No need, you're in tip top shape, and your pregnancy didn't really have complications."

After three long hours, of pushing, I feel like I'm on the verge of passing out.

"Just a tiny nap..." I mumble, and Natasha's eyes swim with immense concern, as I just tiredly smile up at her.

"No, sweet girl, this isn't the time to nap."

"I'm so tired..."

"Mrs. Romanoff, you really can't sleep right now, I need you to keep pushing. I promise you're almost there, so push." The doctor gently commands, and as I aim to please, I do what I'm told.

"You're crowning!!" She shouts, as she prepares to catch the baby, and Natasha kisses my forehead before moving down to see the "miracle" that is stretching my vagina out.

My heart stops as the nurse takes my baby, and Natasha follows her closely.

I don't hear any cries.

"Why isn't she crying?" I frantically get out, as I uselessly flail around.

"Y/N, calm down. It's okay, just keep pushing, if you don't we'll have to move to an emergency c-section to avoid any complications." The doctor rushes out, and I am fully sobbing.

"I-I can't—." I start to hyperventilate, but then I hear a loud cry, and I watch Natasha's tense shoulders drop.

"Okay, see, it's all fine now. So push..."

Natasha rushes over, and grips my hand for comfort, then leans her forehead to mine.

"Push detka... Everything's okay..." She whispers, as her breaths fan across my face and I calm at her familiar scent.

I push, and I push, until I can't anymore; I slump back against the bed panting, and sobbing.

"You're doing great Y/N, just one more set and I bet this little girl will be earth-side.

My mind is foggy, but after a minute I do my best to refocus, and I push as hard as I can. Then I hear the glorious wail of my baby girl, and my body practically goes limp.

Nat's POV

"Detka..." I all but shriek, as I turn around to see her unconscious form.

I move away from our daughters to shake her shoulders, but the doctor stops me.

"She's okay, her vitals are fine, there's no hemorrhaging, she's just loopy and exhausted."

I reluctantly nod, as I place a kiss to her forehead, then go to watch as my babies are being cleaned up, and weighed.

"You're just so beautiful." I coo, as I hold our first bundle, then I look up at the sound of shuffling to see that Y/N's waking up.

The nurse walks over with our second little one, and she passes her to Y/N, who's now eyeing me with a dopey smile.

"Baby A here, is 5lbs, 12 ounces, and 17 inches long, and Baby B is 5lbs, 6 ounces, and is approximately 15.5 inches long. We have names picked out yet?" The nurse states, and I nod as Y/N smiles up at me.

The nurse politely exits, and I sit in a chair besides Y/N's bedside.

"Welcome to the world, Violet Melina." Y/N coos down at the gorgeous girl in her arms.

"...and Waverly Rose." she coos, as she reaches over to stroke the baby in my arms face.

"The cutest little additions to the Stark-Romanoff family." I beam, as I nuzzle my nose to the calm little baby in my arms.

It's abundantly clear that we now have identical twins; I survey them, absolutely terrified at the prospect that I'd eventually mix them up, but I put my skills to use and make sure to notice the slightest of differences in them.

Violet's slightly smaller, and has a tiny beauty mark under her left eye. Whereas Waverly has an identical mark, but under her right eye. It's like they came in with a built in device to tell them apart.

Y/N's POV

"Natty.. Can you put her in the bassinet?" I ask my gorgeous wife, as I stare at her with exhausted eyes.

"Of course lyubov', can I get you anything?" She asks, and I simply pout my chapped lips, she smirks before leaning in to give me a gentle kiss, and then we're interrupted by a quiet gasp at the door.

In walks Wanda, with a sleeping Pietro perched up on her pregnant belly. Then behind her comes in Yelena, and Kate with take out containers full of amazing smelling food.

"Egg rolls!!" I whisper shout, and Kate scrambles to plate them in front of me.

"Oh, look at them, they're beautiful, just like their mommy." Yelena coos mischievously, then groans as she finds herself being slapped by Natasha, and Kate.

"When do we plan to have more?" Yelena pipes up once more and my hardened gaze falls upon her, and she freezes.

"NEVER AGAIN!!!" I whisper shout, and they all giggle, as they settle into their spaces for the night.

I fell asleep soon after, with an egg roll in hand, and a passed out Piet on my chest.

October 2019

Natasha's currently finishing up getting Pietro into his costume, while Wands and I load our four one year olds into our quad-seat stroller.

Vi is Laa-Laa, Waves is Po, Billy is Tinky Winky, and Tommy is Dipsy. While Nat continues to get the sunrays to balance on Piet's head, I'm keeping the babies entertained with a little game I call "Peekaboo—Extreme Edition."

They each have straw sippy cups full of water, and those delicious Gerber puffs that I occasionally find myself munching on at midnight... While they snack, I am phasing in and out of their sight, relishing in the loud giggles that erupt from them with each re-emergence.

"Peek..." I disappear, and their faces freeze, then I pop back up, shouting "BOO." Then they erupt into another phase of giggles, and I just laugh along with them.

"Y/N Stark-Romanoff... should've been Belova... We are here!!!" Yelena shouts, as she rushed over to hug me, then moves on to the toddlers.

"You two look lovely." I state, as I observe Yelena and Kate in their costumes.

Somehow, Kate convinced Yelena to dress as Rapunzel, while she dressed as a gender-bended Flynn Rider.

"Thank you, I can't wait to see the rest of your set up." She giggles, as she sees my bright blue dress, and pigtails.

Natasha swiftly comes out with her red hair straightened, in a orange dress, with an excited ray of sunshine bouncing on her hip.

Wanda approaches us in a black wig, in her green dress, and I smirk at the sight of an emo phased Wanda.

"I'm so happy I finally get to see emo Wanda..." I playfully retort, then duck as a twig comes flying passed me.

"Gotta be faster than —." I start, then groan as another twig manages to wack me in the face, and Piet giggles boisterously.

"Wait, aren't you technically sister's?" Yelena gasps, then laughs boisterously as if it's a major deal.

"Vision's literally dressed as Mojo Jojo, this is simply a themed costume arrangement, don't make it weird." I chuckle out, as I guide the stroller down the driveway and they all make their way down.

Nat gently kisses me as we reach the bottom of the driveway, and sets Pietro down as he was trying to wiggle free.

"Sweet Home Alabama!" Yelena sings out, as she runs off passed us, chasing Pietro's giggling form.

"Sometimes I think we have four kids of our own with Lena around..." I grumble, and Nat just chuckles from behind me as we walk down the street.

July 2020

🥵⚠️18+‼️🥵

Nat's POV

Yelena and Kate volunteered to take the kids tonight, apparently desperately wanting some one on one time, and I was quick to shove them out of the door. I love my sweet babies, but it's also hard to find alone time for Y/N and I when we have a four year old, and two nearly two year olds constantly requiring all of our attention.

"Dorogoy! We have the house to ourselves!!" I shout up the stairs, and Y/N runs out of our room in a sports bra and some bike shorts.

She'd been working out on her peloton bike, and my whole body flushed at the sight. Her body was practically glowing under the hall light, as she was dripping with sweat.

"Fuck..." I whisper, and judging by the smirk on her face, I can tell she heard me.

She swiftly runs down the stairs, and quite literally jumps into my arms, I catch her, and spin us around while our lips are locked.

"Movies, pizza, wine, and loads of sex..." She pants out against my lips, in between an onslaught of pecks, then leaves just as fast as she came down to take a quick shower.

Once the food had arrived, I'd set the living room up for us, with the lights dimmed and candles strategically placed around us. I'd pulled Moonraker up on the TV, because I highly doubt we'd last long before we're jumping each others bones...

Three bottles of wine, and half a pizza later, I'd finally had Y/N where she belonged—writhing beneath me. A wasted shower later, because our bodies were now gleaming with sweat, and she was letting the filthiest of moans slip.

"God, how I've missed having you beneath me... Completely at my disposal, maybe I should fuck another one of my babies into you." I husk out, as I dip my face into the crook of her neck, while slamming my strap into her, and her body arches up into mine.

"Mhmmm.. Do it mommy... Fill me up..." She slurs out, while moving her hips against mine.

😇

— Two weeks later—

Y/N's missed her period, and after waking up two weeks ago with the magical strap still attached to my body, while I was laying atop of hers leads me to believe we might've done a bit more than just make love...

"Shit!!!"

"What? Are you okay, detka?!"

"Well.. If by okay you mean pregnant, then yes, I'm okay.." She grumbles, as she throws the door open and shows me the positive test.

"Surprise?!" I whisper, as I shrug my shoulders...

"Only you could somehow accidentally knock me up when we're both women..."

"I'd hope so... Seeing as how I'm your only wife..." I quip as I chase her angered form down the stairs.

"That you know of..."

Little shit...

April 2021

Four kids... That's where I'm drawing my line...

Pietro Isaiah Stark-Romanoff, our trial starter, and honestly—our perfect angel.

Violet Melina and Waverly Rose Stark-Romanoff came into fruition about two years after their eldest brother Pietro; they've proven to be our sweetest gems, and in turn also our biggest devils.

Now, our most recent bundle of joy—Steven James Stark-Romanoff wasn't initially in the plans. We didn't exactly want more kids, having honestly been content with our three back home; nonetheless we were blessed with our final miracle.

It's really hard to have an accidental baby when you're both women, but with the technology and booze at our disposal we somehow did it.

"Natty... No more..." She tiredly commands as I walk around the hospital room, rocking our newest bundle of joy.

"Look at this cute little face, and try to say that again." I jokingly retort, as I shove his sleepy form her way.

"No. More. Babies." She sternly states, while placing a gentle kiss to his nose, and I chuckle lightly before placing him in the bassinet.

"No more moya lyubov'." I confirm, as I crawl into the hospital bed with her, and place a kiss to her shoulder, and then her collarbone.

"Oh my gosh, look at you, you're trying to knock me up again." She lightly shrieks, while trying to roll away from me, and I just laugh against her back to muffle the sounds.

"Dorogoy, I agree with you, four is perfect. We've got all that we could possibly need with this bunch..." I laugh out, and she rolls over to put her now smiling face against my chest.

December 2021

Y/N's POV

I look out to the lawn to see my greatest dreams come true, my big happy family interacting swimmingly as if this is all we've ever known. Kate, Waverly, Fanny, and Yelena—begrudgingly—were sat at a table having a faux tea party. Wanda was sat in a lawn chair reading a book, with a sleepy Pietro on her chest—those two have honestly been inseparable since I had birthed him. Laura and Vis are indoors cooking Christmas dinner, while I hold a sleeping Stevie on the porch swing.

Natasha and Clint were competitively playing soccer with Lila, Nate, Billy, and Morgan with Violet stood to the side cheering them on. Tony was off in his makeshift lab with Cooper and Tommy—doing God knows what; I've learned to ignore explosions because Pepper's almost always there to berate my idiot brother. Seeing the perfect ways they work around each other fills my heart with unwavering glee; none of us come from stable, perfect families, but together we've somehow broken the cycle of chaos.

As I stare down at my littlest man, I can't help but to admire his perfect sleepy face. He's got his mama's button nose, her perfect pouty lips, and her vibrant colored hair. It's almost as if I hadn't carried him for those nine excruciatingly long months...

—

We'd put a plethora of tables together outside, and Wanda floated all the dishes out to them so we could enjoy our meal together.

"How's my baby?" Natasha coos, as she makes her way over to us.

"He's a bit grumpy, but I think it's because he wants to eat the food he keeps trying to catch as it's floating in the air." I chuckle out, as I transfer him to her arms.

"I was actually talking about my biggest baby, but good to know you're handing me a grumpy one." She muses, as she leans forward to peck my lips, and an onslaught of "ew's" are spewing passed the kids lips.

"Oh hush up..." I playfully scolded and they all ran off giggling as they took their seats.

I go to move to my seat at the end of the table, after collecting a bottle of breast milk for Stevie, but I'm stopped by a gentle hand tugging on my shirt.

"Auntie Y/N/N... Can I have a hug?"

"Of course you can Momo..." I gently respond, as I scoop her up, and squeeze her tightly.

"Is everything okay little one?"

"I just miss you and Auntie Nat so much..." She mumbles against my shoulder, and I feel a wet patch forming on my shoulder.

I look to see a concerned Nat, but I brush her off, and carry Morgan off to sit under the trees.

"Do you wanna come over for a sleepover soon? We can do whatever you want, you'll call all the shots..." I offer, as I run my fingers through her hair, and curse her father for not informing me of her obvious feelings of loneliness.

"Really? I-I can come over for a sleepover? I-I just thought you might be too busy..."

"Oh, my beautiful Momo... You can't possibly think we'd ever be too busy for you. You're always welcome here baby girl, so of course, it's decided! Sleepover is already being planned. Now, why don't you come sit and eat with me and Auntie Nat, hm?"

"I'd love to." She cheers, and I wipe away the last of her tears and bring her to make a plate, but then I look to see that Nat's already done so as she waves us over.

"Hey, wanna feed your cousin? He loves the mashed potatoes." Nat asks, as she takes a bite of her ham, and the girl in my lap squeals and begins bouncing around excitedly.

"Yes!!" She shouts, then she shuffles around in my lap to face him, and Nat hands her the spoon.

Stevie giggles, and claps his hands as she animatedly flies the spoon to his mouth. He spits back out about half of the contents, and she just repeats the process until his bowl's empty and he's practically covered in a mess of potatoes.

—

"Merry Christmas, thank you for coming, and for the lovely meal!!!" I beam, as I hug the Barton's goodbye, one by one.

I repeat the process with my idiot brother, then I snuggle Morgan close, and remind her that she'll be back here in no time to which she widely smiles in response.

Wanda follows me indoors, smiling at me, then snaps her fingers.

"Merry Christmas Y/N/N, no need for a hellish mess for such a great hostess..." She replies with a wink, and a bone crushing hug before she leaves.

After everyone's officially gone, I move into the comfort of our nighttime routine, where I bathe a child, and Natasha collects them for lotion and PJ's. She reads them a goodnight story, while I breastfeed Stevie, and begin to rock him to sleep. She then comes in to rock him some more while I slip into the others rooms to kiss them goodnight as well. It's not a foolproof system, but it seems to work well for us.

"Merry Christmas detka..." Natasha whispers, as she pulls my body towards hers, and nuzzles against my back.

"Merry Christmas darling..." I mumble out, as the days exhaustion finally catches up to me.

—February 2022–

Nat's POV

I just got home from the park, where I'd taken Stevie, and the girls for a day out, hoping this'll mellow them out. Y/N is out and about, running errands for our massive sleepover tonight, before she's off to pick Morgan and Piet up from school.

I had come home to find Wanda in my kitchen, preparing what I had thought was guacamole, but with a chip in hand I'd regretfully learned that is was a face mask for tonight's events.

I'd taken the kids upstairs, and put them all down for a nap, before heading down to assist Wanda with the setup.

Morgan's rules were simple: Taco's, Spa night, makeovers, and NO BOYS ALLOWED!!!

She'd conceded to Stevie staying, stating that he was cute enough; leaving Vision with Piet, the twins, and Stevie would've been a bit much.

Just as Wanda and I were finishing up the "Spa" in the dining room the door swung open, and Morgan came barreling into my legs.

"Auntie Nat! Auntie Wands!!"

"Hey there little love." I coo, as I scoop her up for a quick hug.

"Where's Y/N?" Wanda asks, as she scoops the girl from my arms.

"Taking Piet next door." She announces, as she leaves with Wands into the living room for a quick snack.

Y/N's POV

I'd arrived home at 5PM, and sent Morgan inside. I'd got Piet a kids meal for dinner before I took him over to Vis for the night.

"Mommy will see you tomorrow big boy, be good for Uncle Vis okay?" I say, as I lower my body to be level with him.

"Otay mommy, I love you." He states, as he sips on his juice box.

"I love you too, angel." I coo, as I hug him goodbye then head towards Yelena's to collect her.

Once we walk through the door I'm met by a whiney set of twins, toddling down the stairs with their arms reaching up, I scoop up Vi, while Lena scoops up Waves, and we meet the rest in the dining room.

"Who's ready to party?" I shout, and Morgan jumps up and down with excitement coursing through her, as she reaches for our hands.

Morgan guides us to our personal stations, where we have bowls in front of us, and foot spas beneath us. We spend the next hour doing each others make up, while eating our weight in chips and dip.

After the makeovers, we'd moved onto getting "ready" for bed, while Wanda whipped up a taco spread. Once she'd finished, we all settled onto the couches and turned on The Notebook.

"Wanda, this guacamole is so much better." Natasha jokes, and Wands rolls her eyes at the idiot that is my wife.

I'm sat on the corner of the couch, with Morgan laying across Nat's lap, with her feet somehow landing on my lap.

"Always with the feet on me." I groan, and the tiny brunette releases a belly laugh, then lifts them to my face and I faux gag, and feign passing out.

Her face reddens, and her breaths turn to shallow wheezes as she laughs that much harder. Stevie looks up from the toys he's playing with, and quirks his brows adorably at the sight.

Yelena's currently crying as the movies nearing the end.

"Oh my gosh, she remembered!!" She shrieks, Stevie's gaze moves to her, and he crawls her way as she's sat on the floor.

He starts to pout his lips, and he starts to wail at the sight of his obviously favorite person crying. She scoops him up, and holds him close, I'm pretty sure for her own comfort, but nonetheless he cuddles into her.

"No... They can't die... Please, no..."

"Is Auntie Lena okay?" Morgan lowly whispers into our ears, and Natasha shakes her head in response.

Wanda's been awfully quiet, so I look over to see the twins and her passed out in the recliner.

"You really must've worn them out at the park for them to already be sleeping again." I chuckle out, and then get up to move them to their beds.

"Auntie Y/N/N..." Morgan whines, but I simply instructed her to pick another movie out for reassurance while Nat moves to scoop the other twin up.

Two movies later, and she's fallen asleep as well, Nat and I place her between us in our bed then we lay down to sleep as well. As I close my eyes, I feel the bed dip behind me, and an arm drape over my waist.

"Shh... It's a slumber party..." Yelena mumbles, and then I open my eyes to see a stunned Natasha with Wanda cuddle up behind her.

We lock gazes, and I simply shrug before allowing myself to just fall asleep, completely unfazed by the women's antics.

—April 2022 — Present—

Natasha's currently at the store for a last minute snack run, while I am at home perfecting the decorations for Stevie's first birthday, while he's sat upon my hip. Our other three gremlins are on completely different phases of getting ready right now. Violet's slowly eating her bowl of cereal, and I swear she's two seconds away from passing out into the bowl. Piet's completely ready, and just sat at the counter working on some 'homework' which is really just a sheet where he's repeatedly writing his name in the lines.

Wanda—ever the saint, is voluntarily in charge of making all the sweets. Apparently she's settled upon marble cake pops, red velvet cupcakes, and an Elmo characters smash cake. Kate and Yelena agreed to make the goodie bags, and I expressed to Kate that I was entrusting the safety of the youth with her choices, and she seemed to understand the sentiment. Tony told me he'd hire some entertainment, which I just learned today is Happy dressed as a clown, doing some parlor tricks and then Peter swinging around as Spiderman. Pepper called right after him to tell me she'd picked out an intricate jump house to make up for his shortcomings.

The party's set up in the backyard, and all the kids are running wild and free, while I just watch along from the sidelines.

"Detka...." Natasha whispers from behind, and my body shivers as her breath fans across my neck.

I hum in acknowledgment, as my body melts into hers the second she wraps her arms around my waist.

"What are we doing?" She muses as she lightly sways us.

"I'm watching the beauty that is our lives, and just taking it all in, while hiding in the shade."

She spins me around in her arms, until I'm facing her, and she leans forward to gently kiss my lips.

"Thank you..." She whispers, as she eventually parts from the kiss, and I feel a tear transfer to my cheek.

"Natty..."

"Nothing's the matter lyubov', I'm just so thankful to the world for the life that led me to you—to all of this. This life is my greatest achievement, so thank you. Thank you for seeing me as worthy enough, for loving me so well, and for bringing this family into fruition."

"You sell yourself short you know that, you have always been worthy of love Natasha, I'm just glad it was me who got to show it to you.

"Hey! Time for cake! No more crying!!!" Yelena shouts as she runs passed us while chasing a giggling Violet, and Natasha chuckles as she grabs my hand and pulls me towards the high chair that Stevie boys been placed in.

——

As I lay next to my gorgeous wife, taking in her peaceful features, and hearing the cute snores she produces, I find myself silently reflecting.

It's been a long nine years, eleven with the blip included; I'd love to say it's all been easy but then I'd just be lying.

"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday."

I'd like to believe that there's no greater love story than the ones capable of overcoming unimaginable obstacles.

"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.."

Natasha Alianovna Romanoff, is my greatest love story.

The children we brought into the world, that we drown in love daily, and who give us the exact same back are our greatest collaboration.

This world we've built together, the family we've gained, is simply everything.

Whatever life plans to throw our way, it's simply no match for us, because when we're together, we'll always win...

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I'm forever grateful to all who've read and interacted with this story. It's been a long ride, and I am more than happy with the ending. Thanks for all the support and love you've shown to this story.

This book full of fluff was my guilty pleasure to write, it brought me immense comfort, and I hope it did the same for all who read it as well.

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wallflowerimagines · 4 years ago

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Okay but what would be the dimitrescu’s reaction to their maiden giving them ✨ sparkled✨ blood lmfaooo. Get it? Like sparkled water? Sparkled blood okay I’ll go lol

...I like the way you think, sparkling blood, Let's goooo!

Alcina Dimitrescu

She was confused by the contraption that you had brought into the kitchen at first.

Castle Dimitrescu has an old fashioned kitchen with no electrical outlets, so you had made a long chain of extension cords originating from the far end of the hallway.

When Alcina saw it, she did a double take, then followed it into the kitchen. She found you giddily stuffing a very nice bottle of Sanguis Virginis into a Carbonation Machine.

It's a testament to how much she loves you that her reaction is simply to comb her fingers through your hair, tilt your head up to meet hers, and raise a single eyebrow.

You happily babble out an explanation of your "sparkling blood" idea, holding up the bottle of fizzling blood for her with a big smile

You're lucky you're so cute, that was one of the nicer vintages.

It's... Interesting? It reminds her of champagne, which is a drink she hasn't had in a while.

The carbonation is a little too strong for her, but she actually enjoys the concept quite a bit. The whole experiment makes her want to try and work out a way to recreate it in the winery. Maybe she could name the vintage after you?

Bela Dimitrescu

As with any new thing that you bring into the house from the outside world, Bela is all over it.

The shape is so weird! What is it? What do you do with it? Carbonate stuff? Why do humans want to do that to water?

Her questions are endless. She wants to know EVERYTHING.

You demonstrate how it works on a couple glasses of water, and even make some cola. She hovers over your shoulder the entire time, resting her chin right the the crook of your neck, and watching you with interest. Eventually, Bela decides she wants to try it with you.

While her body doesn't process soda or water, it does process blood....so....

You pour yourself a glass of fizzy water, and Bela gets a goblet of faintly bubbling blood. Cheers!

She destabilizes when she takes her first sip. It's so bubbly! Her Flies swirl into a jittering cloud and she drops the glass to the floor.

You're only worried for a split second, because she reforms with a big smile on her face. She likes it!

It does take a couple of tries (and several more dropped glasses) for her to drink some without her flies fluttering around, but eventually she gets the hang of it.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra is intrigued by the weird contraption that you brought into the Castle.

It's different, and clearly a modern appliance, so she's faintly intrigued by it. When you explain that you want to make her some sparkling blood, she gets HYPED.

It's a new, different experience she gets to share with you! She loves that!

You pull out a bottle of a nicer vintage ( Cassandra deserves the best, in your opinion) and she wraps her arms around your waist and 'oohs' in delight when the machine starts to inject bubbles into the glass.

You pass it to her, curious to what she thinks of the concoction, and her curious face is so cute that you nearly squeal.

Cassandra eagerly knocks it back-- and then freezes.

You have to stop yourself from breaking down into uncontrollable laughter. She looks horrified. In fact, Cassandra's tried so hard not to swallow the fizzy blood that she gave herself chipmunk cheeks.

She haaaates it. Little bubbles are popping around in her mouth and through the blood, making a really awful texture that feels like it's cold but also boiling? 0/10, very bad mouth feelings.

She has to slowly let the fizzy blood dribble out of her mouth and back into the glass. That was the WORST.

You feel a little bad for laughing so hard, but your girlfriend is making a face like a cat caught in the rain, and it's both funny and adorable.

Daniela Dimitrescu

When you pull out the Carbonation Machine for the first time, Daniela is the one who suggests that you two try to carbonate blood.

Actually, before she knows what you're going to use it for, she wants to explode the bottle of CO2 and see what kind of damage it will do.

...As fun as that sounds, you just want to make some homemade soda.

Daniela boos you for being boring, but it's all in good fun. Instead, she pops herself on the counter next to you, swinging her legs back and forth while she watches you carbonate a glass of water.

The noise is so weird! Does it taste good? Like Bela, she has some questions of her own about why humans want to drink this kind of thing, but you answer them all. For you, there's all sorts of reasons, but you like the way the liquid pops and sparkles in the glass.

Daniela immediately wants to try it with blood. It sounds so fun!

She darts out of the room and comes back with a (fresh, dripping) glass of blood that you carbonate for her. She knocks it back like a shot---and beams. She LOVES it!

Daniela wants to stick the pointy carbonation rod into her next victim and see if she can get the blood bubbling at the source. CUT OUT THE MIDDLE MAN!

You have to stop her from stabbing the nearest maid with the carbonation rod.

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patchesproblem · 3 years ago

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Einsla sleeping habits

Oh god I have a lot to say on this.

TLDR: they're an absolute mess and have the sleeping habits of a college student who's on the constantly either on the verge of death and tired constantly mixed with that one highschool kid who you swear doesn't even know what sleep is, or they can be functional human beings for a few days and then die again.

ALSO. Sorry for taking a bit to respond </3 This took a while to write. It's kinda devolved into an entire essay and went into way more detail than was probably needed. though I hope it answers it kinda.

Actual answer under the cut LMAO

Okay so I'll separate them and I'll do a bit at the end with the both of them. I'd keep it all together, but I have hcs for the both of them so.

I'll also be basing this off of both the VN and my personal views on their characters overall / my hcs.

Einstein:

Okay she lives off caffeine. Not as much as Tesla but caffeine is the only thing keeping her sane. Joking aside, I feel like it depends on the day whether or not she actually sleeps properly or not. On normal days she'll actually go to bed on time if Tesla is off working or having to deal with someone's bs.

When it's just her and she doesn't have to be a basement dweller locked in their lab / office for paperwork and all that fun stuff, she probably actually goes to bed like a normal person at around 7-9 pm and wakes up early.

Though when she DOES have work it's probably more like as soon as she gets done she just immediately goes to bed. Girl just wants to sleep and kinda be a functioning member of society.

Also probably takes naps if she's tired and has time to. She's been doing this for 60+ years, she deserves a break.

That being said.. When she's under stress she just can't sleep. This is especially obvious when her depressions getting worse, and when Tesla's gone. It's less obvious when compared to Tes because I mean.. Tes is Tes, but 100% probably more likely to make some passive aggressive remark, just stare at someone when they say some dumbshit, and less likely to entertain anyone's bullshit. Gets worse when Tesla isn't around because they both are clingy mfs and she's just as bad, and she misses her lmao. Joking aside, it gets worse since Tes is really one of her only connections with reality at this point. They keep each other somewhat sane, and without her around everything just feels pointless and miserable. Normally they'd try to help one another, but it's kinda hard to do that when one of you is getting jumped at the SoQ and the other is too busy being a couples therapist for two herrschers fist fighting on a roof. I'll go into more detail about this later because there's more to it, but since it involves both of them I'll put it in that section.

When Tesla IS around she probably goes to bed later just because Teslas Tesla and has the sleep schedule of a college student of who solely survives off caffeine. Expect probably around 10-11pm if they hadn't been working that day and if they didn't have work early the next morning. Though it might be longer depending on whether or not Tes actually sleeps or if she just continues rambling while Einsteins trying to sleep LMAO. She stays up a bit later just to spend time with her and listen to her nonsensical ramblings. Also because she just likes listening to her get excited over stuff but she'd never admit that

She also has to have the room be freezing cold because she over heats easily and can't sleep when it's even remotely hot. It doesn't help when Teslas clinging on to her all night. Ironically enough it just makes Tesla want to cling onto her more because she's cold. She doesn't particularly mind, though. Probably does it intentionally since it makes it where she won't die of a heatstroke while still being able to cuddle lmao.

Tesla:

She survives solely off Dr. Pepper and other sodas. God only knows how she's still surviving. Jokes aside, her sleep schedule is kinda all over the place.

When it's just her around you're lucky if she goes to bed before two in the morning. Probably goes to bed around 11pm - 2am, but it changes depending on if she's tired or not. If she was working that day she goes to bed at a reasonable time of 'as soon as she gets off, no matter if it's 2pm or 8pm.' If it was a good day then she'll probably stay up for a few minutes just to do random things, but if it was a bad day then she's just going to bed no questions asked. Ein made her go sober and so now she just sleeps the anger away when Eins isn't around to hear her angry rants.

She probably also just falls asleep on her desk semi often. Will also just fall asleep on Ein just because she can. Though that's really only when they're in their lab / alone because she hates people seeing her vulnerable and seeing her being anything other than an angry redhead. aka she's embarrassed by recieving affection and gets flustered and hates people seeing her like that LMAO. She has no excuse, she's just gay and tired. That's her entire reasoning even if she tries to pull some random explanation out of thin air.

Similar to Einstein when she's under stress she just can't sleep, especially when her depression gets bad. Like her mind refuses to calm down for even five seconds, and she just gets even more stressed. I personally hc her as having ADHD, which is important because it often leads to her becoming extremely over stimulated and miserable for half the night (There's a lot more to this that I won't go into detail about because we'd be here all day, but that's the basic gist of it). Normally Einstein helps calm her down before it gets to that point, which I'll go more into detail later, but since they aren't always together it just results in her being sleep deprived and in an extremely bad mood. Probably just better off leaving her alone and just not speaking to her unless needed. She will have a headache and be more likely to get agitated and lash out as a result.

When Einsteins around she'll begrudgingly go to bed with her. They've compromised on sleeping at 11, so she can kinda deal with it. She could stay up later if she wanted, but she wants to talk to Einstein even if it means having to have a functioning sleep schedule. More on this later.

Tes prefers to sleep with fluffy blankets too and probably has at least twelve plushies at any given moment. Though she only sleeps with two or three when Eins is around because she wants to give her actual room to move.

Gay people can't be seperated:

Okay this sections where it involves both of them, so it might be a bit long.

A few things that I want to note before I begin:

I believe both Tes and Ein have nightmares of the events that happened in New York. Tes has some revolving around her childhood, and Eins has some revolving around Karls death as well. They probably also had nightmares about Plancks death for awhile (This is based off of Myu's fanfic for Planck. It's depressing and made me cry at seven in the morning. 100% recommend /srs)

Tesla's 100% softer and nicer in private. She only channels her angry redheaded ginger self as a way to protect herself, and she cares about Eins dearly. This seems a bit odd to put here but it'll become important.

Both suffer from depression.

Now to actually begin on their shared sleeping habits. One of the first things is the fact that they're always either A. holding each other or B. holding hands while they sleep. It originally started as a way to remind each other they were still there because things weren't exactly easy on them. I'd assume it started sometime after the events of New York, even if they weren't technically dating at the time.

The constant nightmares, Mr Blonde Bitch who likes ruining peoples lives, and having to deal with people within their own organization tormenting them constantly took a toll on them. There'd been several times where one of them woke up panicking terrified because they were worried the other went to see Joyce. (aka died.) They've done it for decades now and they just can't sleep otherwise. Even after arguments they still do it even if it's just begrudgingly lmao. They might want to kill the other but they still love the other. Probably.

Pictured: them after an argument / disagreement and they have work in the morning and need to sleep

They're also just gay and are affectionate in private. Tesla pesters her constantly to be held and Ein pretends she only gives in because she doesn't want to be pestered, but she actually loves it and just doesn't want to admit it LMAO. She's the person who secretly loves affection but just doesn't say it or admit it out of embarrassment.

When it comes to Einstein while she's less likely to ask for help from others, she's trusts Tesla to the point where she asks her for help. Though over sixty plus years you tend to learn the others habits and warning signs pretty quickly, so she normally won't have to since Tesla can already tell. Tesla gets concerned over her well being Extremely Easily. That's one of the main things that hasn't changed about her over the years. One slight change and she's already convinced somethings wrong. But often time's she'll stay awake to make sure she actually falls asleep, and she makes an effort to comfort her. Whether it be listening to her vent, holding her, telling her everything will be okay, or getting up at two in the morning get her water when she has to get up for work in less than four hours.

tldr Tesla would die for this girl. She's the light of her life and refuses to let her suffer if she can help her.

When it comes to Tesla she's.. Well Tesla. She's extremely easy to read, especially to Einstein. Though she's also stubborn, and refuses to ask for help even if she really does need it. Ein has found ways around this, obviously. She'll essentially do small things she knows makes the other feel better. It's kinda similar to leaving a trail of food for a stray cat and just waiting for it to come to you LMAO. Examples of it are similar to what Tes does for Eins, aka holding her, comforting her, etc. Especially after she has a bad day and just wants to go to bed she'll just lay with her to make sure she sleeps and doesn't let the stress get to her so badly she can't sleep. Eventually she'll actually tell her what's wrong, but only if Ein gives her time to calm down and not pester her.

tldr Einstein would also die for this girl and she's the light of her life and just wants to see her happy.

They tend to try to go to bed at around the same time. On a normal day it's from around 10 - 11pm. Normally they'll just lay down for awhile and talk with each other before they fall asleep, and just hold each other and enjoy each others company. Ein probably teases her over 'the great and powerful Tesla' just wanting to be held despite her refusing to be seen as vulnerable around others. She probably insults her back, or threatens her. Saying 'I will kill you' is her version of 'I love you.' They're gay and love each other.

This is small, but I figured I'd mention it while I was talking about them. They both have stuffed animals that they take with them everywhere for when they're away from each other. It just comforts them and makes them feel better while they're away, but it's still a small thing that makes me happy and just somehow makes sense. It was probably Tesla's idea that she off handedly said at some point, and Einstein just decided to get them both matching stuffed cats to carry around to surprise her. Probably had them custom made tbh. Tesla refused to shut up about them for weeks afterwards, and probably showed hers off to everyone she could. She loves it and probably named it either Lieserl or Ein. Ein probably named hers Nikola or Tes too. They're just stupid little scientists.

Might edit more onto this later, but I've been writing this for several hours now and I'm just rambling at this point </3

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gureishi · 4 years ago

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I can’t write smut to save my life,, but I can’t stop thinking about showering with seven to get him to shower/take care of himself

A very very good idea. I meant to write a short little drabble but this was too much fun to write and now it’s 1,784 words lololol.

Btw I wrote this with a female MC in mind because I needed to describe body parts, but if you’d like some shower sex with a different flavor of MC hmu because I can totally write that for you too. <3

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Saeyoung X Reader (NSFW)

Before he met you, he would work for days on end because he had to; now, he does it because he wants to.

You come home to find the house almost completely dark. There's a beam of light under Saeran's bedroom door and another under the door to Saeyoung's office. You sigh: knowing him, he hasn't moved since you left.

You don't bother to knock on his door these days. He doesn't need you to.

"Hi, baby," you say, pushing the door open. It is just as you expected: he is hunched over his desk, his hair messy and his hands busy.

"Hiiii," he trills, not turning around. He's got the security cameras up on one of his computer screens, so he knew you were coming. "One sec...I just...have to—"

You linger in the doorway, your arms crossed. He can "one sec" his way to a sleepless night—or two—or three—if you let him.

"What are you working on?" you ask, mostly to remind him that you're here. He mumbles something you don't understand, makes a sort of twisting motion with his hands, then spins around in his chair.

Oh: he looks tired. He's got those big sleepy eyes that you know so well—a little out of focus, like he's been staring at tiny wires for so long he can't see straight anymore. He runs a hand through his hair and beams at you, but you don't miss the way he wavers in his chair.

He was awake and working when you got up this morning, his spot in the bed already cold. You wonder if he even slept at all.

"Can't help staring at me, hmmm?" he purrs, waggling his eyebrows at you. You shake your head disapprovingly.

"Come with me," you say.

He bats his eyelashes.

"Come with you where, cutie?"

"Out of this room, for a start," you say. You hold out your hand and he hesitates; he's torn, you can tell, between the promise of being close to you and the temptation to keep working till he's satisfied.

"Lemme just..." he starts, already turning around. You shake your head.

"No."

You go to him and put both hands on his shoulders and he tilts his head back, gazing sleepily up into your eyes. You want to kiss him, but you don't. Not yet.

You survey his work space instead: there are chip bags and soda bottles strewn amidst bits of wire and scraps of metal. It's too easy for him to fall into this routine of working without rest: he never learned another way.

He's muttering something about valves; you take both of his hands and pull them from his desk before he starts fiddling again.

"You're gonna take a shower," you tell him. "Right now."

He looks at you. He looks back at his pile of wires.

"But..." he says.

He can't break out of a pattern once he's gotten himself into it. It's time, you decide, for more drastic measures.

"I didn't say you had to do it by yourself," you say. You run a hand up his arm and he freezes, his pretty eyes going big.

"Huh?"

Ah: you've startled him out of his daze. You shift closer and he automatically parts his legs for you; you slip in between them, looking down at him. His ears are pink.

"You don't have to," you murmur (knowing you've already got him). "But I'd be lonely without you."

He doesn’t breathe. A moment passes. Then a big, lopsided smile spreads across his face.

"I wouldn’t want you to be lonely, babe," he says. His hand falls to your waist and then he's standing and lifting you in one swift motion; you squeal as he sweeps you off your feet. He cradles you in his arms and crosses the room in a few swift strides.

"Saeyoung," you hiss, throwing your arms around his neck as he carries you—down the hall, into your shared bedroom, and finally into the connected master bathroom. "I can walk."

"Not for long," he purrs. Then he has set you on your feet and he is pulling you roughly against him—hands on your hips, breath in your ear.

His lips brush yours gently once—twice—then he kisses you harder, groaning as you shift your weight and grind into him. His hands scrabble desperately at your clothes and you lift your arms so he can tug your shirt over your head. You skim eager fingers up his sides and across his chest, and he pulls off his shirt and throws it aside. It is easy to get lost in touching him; already, you feel hot and shaky, like he has made the world spin faster.

His hands are on your chest, your waist, your thighs—then his nimble fingers (the ones that can give sight and voice and life to numbers and scraps of metal) are unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them forcefully down your hips. You step out of them and look into his wild eyes; ah, he has slipped from one sort of hyper-focus into another, you think. All he can see is you.

"Wait," you say, and he hesitates, his hands twitching at his sides. "The shower."

He giggles (giggles) and you leave his side to turn on the water. It's hot, making the mirror above the sink steam up instantly. You peek at him over your shoulder.

"Take off your pants," you tell him (and he makes a funny sound, as though the instruction alone has knocked him off-kilter). "I'm waiting for you."

You slip out of your underwear and step under the stream of warm water. You feel swollen and desperate; you touch yourself with a fingertip and can't suppress a low moan.

"Hey," he whines (and you hear the sound of him wriggling out of his jeans). "Did you start without me?"

You laugh, feeling lightheaded. "Hurry up or I'll finish without you too."

You reach up and grip the shower bar for purchase, fluttering your finger against yourself and shutting your eyes. You know he sees your hand curling over the top of the shower, because he hisses impatiently.

"These—stupid..." A swish of fabric as he throws the jeans to the ground. "Finally!"

He tears the shower curtain open with too much force and gazes at you, fiery-eyed.

"Oh my god," he says. His eyes rove your body; you nibble your lip, feeling flushed and seen.

"Let me..." he murmurs, his voice low and raspy. He steps into the shower and doesn't even blink when the water gets in his eyes; he comes close, one hand landing on your hip and the other slipping between your thighs. You let him take over, throwing your head back and breathing deeply as his calloused fingertip makes perfect circles against you.

The world feels blurry. You are teetering precariously at the very precipice of sensations when—

"Not yet, kitten," he whispers. He pulls away and you groan, frustrated and overstimulated. He dips his head to nibble your shoulder; your body trembles.

"Don't torment me," you hiss. You are directly underneath the faucet, and water splashes all around you. You wipe it out of your eyes and try to fix him with a steely glare.

"Don't...?" he asks, tilting his head, drifting nearer. You reach for him, running a hand down his length. His eyes darken.

"Fuck me," you tell him—and your voice wobbles because of the water and the steam and your unsteadiness, but it still gets the desired effect. He laughs darkly and kisses your throat.

"Spin," he says.

You obey, switching places with him so you're out of the water. It falls persistently on his back; rivulets run down his face.

You put your hands on his shoulders and he lifts you (easily, as if you weigh nothing at all). You wrap both legs around his waist and reach for the shower bar again with one hand; he groans, wiggling his hips, taking one hand from your waist to guide himself into you.

You whisper his name.

He thrusts into you slowly at first, and you squeeze his waist with your legs and hold on for dear life. He is focused, jaw tight, breath ragged.

"Don't fall," you hiss—and he moves faster now, rougher, his eyes shutting as he loses himself in you. But he is steady as ever as he walks you back against the back wall of the shower, laughing (low and slow).

"Don't underestimate me," he says.

Then he's moving harder, faster—and you forget to worry about the slippery floor or the water running down your cheeks because you are so full of feelings. It's blurry, hazy—and he shifts, making a sort of circular motion with his hips, and the world falls to pieces.

You're pretty sure you say something as the sensations explode like fireworks behind your eyelids, but you can't hear yourself. The water is hot on your skin and his breath is heavy in your ear; you pant, struggling to open your eyes.

Ah: he is, you think, right behind you.

You clench around him and lean in and press your lips to his jaw. He groans, moving faster, pressing your back into the slick wall behind you.

Yes, you think—or perhaps you say it out loud.

And he follows you over the cliff of feelings, his hips shaking uncontrollably, his fingers digging into your waist. You kiss his throat and hold on tight.

His ragged breathing slows, slows—and his grip on you loosens, and you let your legs fall so he can lower you gently to the shower floor.

For a moment, he says nothing (which is unlike him). His head falls to your shoulder and he breathes heavily; you comb a hand through his wet hair and smile.

“I’m not going back to work after this,” he pants, turning his head to kiss your shoulder. “My body is...”

You laugh.

“I know, baby.”

Saeyoung stands straight, staring at you suspiciously. You put a hand on his chest and back him up so he’s under the water.

“I’m a smart guy,” he says slowly. You roll your eyes.

“Yes.”

“But you tricked me into shower sex so I’d be too tired to keep building robots.”

You grin at him. “Yes, honey.”

He seems to consider this. He cocks his head to the side; water pours down his neck.

Then he smiles.

“You’re the one for me, huh,” he says.

You throw your arms around his neck and he pulls you close underneath the steaming stream of water.

“I am,” you say, kissing him. "Without a doubt.”

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #707 #saeyoung x reader #707 x reader #gureishi writes requests #anon #spicy spaceship

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charliedawn · 4 years ago

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Imagine being in a hate love relationship with Peter Hale

Warning : attempt of rape

You were on Peter duty..Again. Since Peter Hale was the man that everybody feared, it had been decided that you would be the one keeping an eye on the overly fool-of-himself werewolf with the power of your mighty patience. Scott and Stiles stop in front of Derek's loft and he jogs out to meet you.

" Thanks Y/N. I owe you one !"

He says with a grateful smile and you smile back.

" Big time. But come on, you three go hunt whatever creature you have to hunt and I'll stay to take care of Mr Smarty-pants up there !"

You say enthusiastically and they all smile apologetically at you, knowing how the two of you were not exactly on friendly terms.

" Be careful, okay ? And tell him that if he touches you, I'll kick his ass !"

Stiles says confidently, which makes you laugh.

" Don't worry, Stiles. If there is any problem, I'll call you guys immediately and plus, I have a way to take care of moody children.."

You tell him with a mysterious smile and Stiles nods understandingly.

" I know..Just, stay safe."

And with that last warning, they are all out of here. As soon as they are out of your sight, your smile leaves your face and you sigh loudly before turning towards the building and whisper to yourself.

" Welp..Here we go.."

As soon as you enter, you smell something burning and see the stove on fire. You run towards it and take a glass from the cupboard to fill it with water in order to stop the fire. When you're done, you are panting because of the effort and look murderously at Peter that is sitting calmly on the couch, as if nothing had happened.

You glare at him while he doesn't even raise his eyes from his book.

" Let me guess..You couldn't smell the smoke ?"

You ask annoyed and only then does he look up at you with a small mischievous smile.

" Aren't you supposed to be the one keeping me out of harm's way ? You are here to keep me from doing anything stupid, not the other way around..I create chaos and you're here to stop me. Do your job and stop whining."

You grit your teeths in anger before sitting on the couch, as far away from Peter as possible. You can't believe the nerve of this man that was ready to burn the entire flat only to prove a point !

" I don't know why you're so eager to unnerve me. Does it entertain you ? Would it kill you to be nice and helpful from time to time ?"

You ask while taking a nearby book and starting reading yourself, not really interested in his answer that you knew would not be anything but upsetting.

" I'm the spark that lits your fire, sweetheart..Try to let go sometimes, you would actually enjoy it. Why don't you try to be less of a killjoy ?"

You raise an eyebrow at that before returning to your book and replying nonchalantly.

" Have you ever considered, even for only a moment, that I simply don't like you ?"

He fakes being offended by putting his hand above his heart and widening his eyes dramatically at you.

" Oh darling ! Me who thought that you were about to ask my hand in marriage ?! How disappointing ?!"

You snort.

" Hard pass."

He sighs in false disappointment before taking his coat and walking towards the exit.

" And where do you think you're going ?"

You ask with an eyebrow arked in curiosity.

" Out."

He answers simply before opening the door. You sigh before taking your coat and running after him.

" Didn't Derek warn you that I am allowed to use silver bullets if you disobey me ?"

He scoffs before shrugging, not bothering waiting for you.

" I'm going to get a beer, not kill a bunch of innocent virgins.."

He winks at you cheekily before stepping inside the bar that was the nearest to the apartment. You role your eyes at his comment before entering the bar after him.

You look around and are amazed to see that the place wasn't as bad as you had previously thought. It had good background music and not a lot of customers, besides a couple of drunk friends who were talking in whispers at their table. However, Peter isn't visible and you sigh again before walking towards the counter to ask the bartender if he had any idea of where your irresponsible dog had run off to. You sit down and attract the attention of the bartender by raising your hand. He walks towards you and leans in to listen to your order.

" A soda, please."

He arks an eyebrow at you, nearly amused, before turning around and getting out what you asked.

" Are you sure you don't want anything else ? Anything stronger ?"

He says while eyeing your bottle of soda warily, as if it was an insult to his establishment for you to order such a drink. You smile, tempted beyond reason, but then remember that you had a werewolf to find.

" Sorry. Can't. I'm on the job. By the way, have you seen a man ? Sarcastic. Arrogant. Energic. Tall. Very annoying. Awfully blond. Seen him anywhere ?"

He looks suspiciously at you before asking in a slightly worried and even threatening voice.

" You're a cop ?"

You can't help but laugh bitterly at the question before replying.

" You could say that. But I am only responsible of one criminal, and the only crime he committed is to not have messed up my night, yet.."

He smirks when he understands the irony in your tone and was about to answer when someone puts his hand on your shoulder. You turn around to see a very smug Peter with a huge grin.

" Oh ! Look at that ! The overly confident puppy is finally back ! What ? Got lost on the way ?"

You ask sarcastically and he only humphs in response before sitting next to you, the grin not leaving his face.

" Why ? Missed me ?"

You scoff before taking a sip of your drink.

" As much as a needle in my heel..But, if Derek was to find out that I've let you out of your cage, he would have my head.."

He wraps his arm around your shoulders and makes you spill your drink a little over yourself.

" Aww..You do care ! My cold heart warms at the thought of the packs brat worrying about me !"

You groan in annoyance before biting his hand off. He hisses in pain before retrieving his hand and massaging it while glaring at you from the corner of his eyes. Just at that moment, the bartender comes back to get Peter's order and eyes Peter suspiciously before looking back at you with an inquisitive glance, asking discreetly if you needed an escape. You could have laughed if it wasn't so sad. Peter was such a nuisance that people were now wondering if he was the one bothering you, when in fact it was the opposite. However Peter, that had not missed the silent conversation, growls when the bartender gives him a warning side glance. But, not intimidated the nearest, Peter smirks a toothy grin at the bartender before showing his bitten hand.

" Careful. The brat bites. I've seen what it is capable of, first hand..literally. Don't worry, if you should be worried about anyone around here, it's everyone else besides her."

He cautioned and the bartenders eyes widen at the mark that would certainly have left a scar if he was a normal human being while you snicker in your corner. The bartender quickly runs towards his other customers at the far end of the bar, leaving you two in your sudden awkward solitude.

" Well..Isn't he a gentleman ? Thinking you need saving from me. Not even considering that I could be the abused one in this relationship ? How rude !"

You try to stifle a laugh. Unfortunately, he hears you and smirks proudly at his small victory.

" I'm not the psychopath that tried to murder a bunch of teenagers just because I wanted to become the big bad alpha.."

You taunt while giving him an amused side glance. He groans in annoyance as you make him remember his past and he gulps down his whiskey, an attempt to make him forget faster.

" Aren't you a delight ?! Playing unfair by spreading out the touchy subjects like that..No wonder Stiles rejected you. You would have chomped his lips off !"

You glare at him as he talks about Stiles before replying harshly.

" Says the man whose only date was Scott's mom, and that was to trap him ! You're so terrible that nobody could stand being with you more than 5 minutes without hating you ! I would tell you to go to hell, but it would be unfair on Satan !"

He chuckles at that last part and you take your drink in order to take a sip and calm your nerves, but grimace at the awful taste. You had asked for a soda, but it tasted more like salt with water..He cackles at your expression before whispering mockingly in your ear with false concern.

" Oh ! What ? Ain't sweet enough for you, sweetheart ?"

You only raise a very distinctive finger at him, warning him that one more word from him would result in extreme pain and look around the room to distract yourself from his presence..and from the fact that you were his entitled babysitter. Your eyes wander and finally settle on the nice bartender that winks at you when you meet his gaze. You blush slightly before smiling back at him. He wasn't bad-looking and everything would be better than bantering with the overly sarcastic and confident werewolf that couldn't seem to leave you be. You were about to stand up and walk towards the cute bartender when suddenly, a hand raises to lay on your shoulder and pin you down to your seat. You were about to complain and even yell at Peter when you hear him growl from deep withing him while he shoots a dirty glare at the poor young man. You frown in incomprehension and grit your teeths in annoyance, thinking it was one of his attention seeking gesture. You then take his hand and force him to let go of you to walk towards the exit. Here you go again, you couldn't even enjoy your night without having to take care of the sulky werewolf. You soon hear his footsteps behind you and when he is about to grab your arm, you turn around abruptly and glare at him with such seriousness that it freezes him on the spot.

" How about you and your insanity stay the heck away from me ?! I'm so tired of your bullshit, Peter ! Why can't you just leave me alone ?!"

At your harsh words, Peter's gaze hardens and he retracts his hand to only smirk at you and tilt his head a little bit to the side, as if he didn't understand the question.

" Oh darling..I would love to ! But, you see, it seems that me and my insanity are often required to solve your friend's little problems !"

Suddenly, unnerved beyond belief and having had more than enough of him, you feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes and yell at him, so loud that it surprises the werewolf himself.

" Leave me alone ! Why am I the only one who always has to handle you?! Why do you always ask Derek for me to keep you, even though you don't even like me ?! If I'm such a bother, why not just get rid of me ?!"

He doesn't seem to be able to find an answer and you don't even let him reply. You start running until you reach a small and dark alley. When you're sure you are far enough for the werewolf not to hear you cry, you crouch down and start sobbing. When you've spilt all of your frustration and sadness out, you wipe your face with your sleeve and stand up to get back home. However, when you are about to leave the alley-way, you see someone else blocking the exit. You first think that it's Peter, but the more you approach the individual, the more you have to admit that it doesn't look like Peter. You try to walk past him, but he brusquely grabs your arm and throws you to the ground. You want to get your phone out of your purse, but the man stomps on your hand and you scream in pain. The man takes you by the jaw and forces you to look up at him. His disgusting breath hitting your face, smelling of alcool and his evil smirk making you want to puke even more.

" Aren't ya a sweat ass ? Tell me, what does a young lady like yourself doing here by herself in the middle of the night, hmm ?"

You want to scream for help again, but another individual behind you puts his hand against your mouth to muffle your screams and you feel the familiar shape of a knife against your throat. When you know that there is nothing else you can do, you close your eyes and try to stop the new tears from leaving your eyes..You didn't want to cry for those men, they didn't deserve your tears..

" Now..You're going to be a good girl and let us take care of you, okay ?"

The one posted behind you whispers in your ear and you clench your jaw, your last thought going to Peter. You had been awful to him, even though you knew he wasn't a bad person..You had let out your frustration on him and you were now regretting it bitterly. You should have sticked to your job and stay with him. If you had, maybe you wouldn't be in your current situation. Reality hits you hard when you feel one of the men starting to open your blouse. When you thought that that was it, that you were going to be raped in that dirty alley-way and probably killed, you hear the hurried footsteps of someone running towards your location. You want to scream again, but the knife is raised once again against your throat.

" One peep and nobody will even find your body.."

You whimper and nod in understanding. The footsteps stop and you hold your breath.

" Sweetheart ? Are you there ?"

You hear the familiar voice of Peter and feel relieved to know that he is near. However, the man whispers instructions in your ear and you can't help but nod in agreement, knowing that he wouldn't hesitate to slice your throat if you were to disobey.

" You're going to tell him to go away, that you don't want him to come any closer..I know what he is and the knife is made of silver and has been dipped in wolfsbane for a while..Don't play smart or you'll lose more than your life.."

He uncovers your mouth and you respond in a shaky voice.

" G..Go away, Peter..I don't want you near me ! I hate you !"

You bit to your inner cheek, wondering if he would insist or know that something is wrong. You know that even if he was to guess that something is wrong, you couldn't afford to lose him as well..However, you hear him take a step towards you and sniff the air. He suddenly growls animalistically and his eyes light up in the dark.

" I can smell the stench of two putrid little humans that shouldn't be touching what isn't theirs.."

You start panicking, knowing that he could die if he was to step any closer and yell in a last attempt to protect him.

" Don't, Peter ! They've got wolfsbane ! Run !"

One of the men muzzles you again, but Peter doesn't step back. He gets his claws out and snarls.

" Alright boys. Let's rumble."

The two men stand up and face Peter that doesn't seem scared. He doesn't keep his eyes off them while they circle him. The man with the knife tries to attack him first, but Peter grabs his arm and tears it off from the rest of his body. The man screams in agony, but Peter slashes his throat before turning towards the other man that is shaking with terror.

" What ?! You are brave enough to attack a defenseless woman, but not enough to fight a werewolf ?!"

He roars and the man suddenly gets out a gun that he points at Peter. Before he could react, the man shoots and the bullet goes through his abdomen. Peter falls on his knees and the man runs away, leaving you and him behind. You force yourself to get up and crouch down in front him to see that the wound is not closing itself.

" Wolfsbane bullet.."

He affirms what you already suspected and you have to take deep breathes in order not to panic. You know what to do, you had seen Derek do it a thousand time already. You need to cauterize the wound. You close your eyes and try to calm yourself before trying to carry him back home. When you finally enter the building after a few grunts and moans of pain from the both of you, you lay Peter down on the couch and look around for something hot enough to burn the poison. Suddenly, your eyes fall on a blowtorch and when Peter understands what you were thinking about, he looks pitifully up at you.

" I have a very bad tolerance to pain."

He warns you, a warning that sounds more like a desperate plea for you to reconsider your plan..But you know that you don't have much time and address him a silent apology with your eyes before taking the handle of your purse and make him bite down on it.

" This is gonna hurt. Bad. But, I'm going to try to be as fast as I can, okay ?"

His nostrils flare in fear for the pain to come, but he nods in agreement and you take a big shaky breath before using the blowtorch. As soon as the fire gets in contact with his skin, Peter visibly whitens, his eyes flash blue and you can see his claws digging in the soft material of the couch. You don't know what to do to attenuate the pain, so you do the first thing that comes to mind to distract him..You kiss him. His eyes widen perceptibly at your action, but he doesn't hesitate before burying his hands in your hair and reciprocating the kiss, even though the handle of your purse forms some kind of barrier between you and him. When you take a step back, he seems more relax and you glance down at his wound before switching off the blowtorch. You are relieved when you see the wound closing and smile widely at him. But, before you could truly process what was happening, Peter had gotten rid of your purse and had bounced on top of you to pin you to the floor and kiss you passionately again.

" Stiles doesn't deserve you..Nobody does..Nobody needs you like I do..Nobody can handle me the way you do..I don't want them to take you away from me..Stay with me..If you leave, I'll lose my fucking mind.."

He mutters between each breath he takes while kissing you and you blush vividly at his words. He looks up at you with his bright blue eyes and you can't help but smile up at him before kissing him back yourself and petting the top of his head appreciatively.

" You damn nut job, if you wanted me that bad, why didn't you tell me ? Instead of making me lose my mind.."

He grins before nuzzling your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist.

" Because I like when you get mad.."

You chuckle before returning his embrace.

" Bad pup.."

" Stiles lover"

You ark an eyebrow at the odd insult before replying teasing.

" Does that mean I won't be able to go back to his place and sleep on his couch ? Do I have to remind you that I live with him ?"

He tightens his hold on you and grumbles tiredly against your ribcage.

" Over my dead body. The only thing you will be allowed to sleep on from now on is me, got it ?"

You seem dumbfounded for a second and Peter picks on your uneasiness before laughing and looking up at you with a sly smile.

" Not what I meant, you pervert."

You blush a deep red and hit him on the back of the head playfully.

" Hey ! You're the one always insinuating things !"

He genuinely smiles at you before lowering his chin on your belly and tilting his head to look at you with fake innocence.

" I'm not the one who kissed me.."

You sigh, it was becoming a competition, like many things with him. You sit back up and make him fall at the same time.

" Yeah ?! Well, you were badly injured..and you reciprocated !"

You don't know why you wanted to defend yourself, you just know that you can't allow yourself to succomb for the man that had nearly killed all of your friends. Plus, you had just been attacked and were too weak to make any decisions. He seems to notice your worry and takes a step back immediately to get up and extend his hand towards you.

" I'm sorry. You helped me and I was being an idiot. You need to get some rest. Come on."

You look at his hand for a few seconds before slipping your hand in his. He yanks you upwards and proceeds to carry you back to your room where he lays you down on your bed. He leaves the room promptly afterwards, mumbling a small goodnight before walking out. When you're sure he is truly gone, you curl up into a ball and try to muffle your sobs. You couldn't sleep, every time you would close your eyes, their hands were there, touching you and making you feel as if you were weak..So weak..You whimper and cry as silently as you can until someone opens the door suddenly and blinding light surrounds the room. You turn around to see Peter standing there, his eyes glowing with such an intense color that it shocks you, you then notice the slight rise of his shoulders at each of his heavy breathing and finally, his lips curled and teeths grinding in rage.

" I should have killed them both..I should have never left you.."

You open your eyes wide at the realization, he had probably heard you and was reacting to your emotions. He approaches slowly and tenderly strokes your cheek, placing his forehead against yours.

" I'm so sorry, darling.."

You feel as if he's been crying too and step back. He seems to be hurt by your sudden distance, but you quickly indicate the spot next to you.

" Come on, I need a bed warmer."

His eyes light up like a happy puppy and he crawls next to you in order to cuddle you, making sure that you are comfortable every step of the way. You sigh in contempt before feeling sleep slowly taking over your tired body. Just before you fall asleep however, you mumble sleepily at Peter.

" You were right..I won't be able to sleep when you're not there anymore..You're too good of a bed warmer.."

You feel him chuckle behind you and smile as you realize that being best bud with Peter wouldn't be so bad..and maybe with time, a bit more.

The next day :

Derek finds the both of you on the sofa: you reading a book out loud, and Peter with his arms wrapped around you, listening attentively.

" So, I guess the babysitting went better than our stake out last night ?"

He asks, amused by your sudden friendliness towards each other. You look up at him with a small smile while Peter chuckles against your ear, the sound alone making you feel things you shouldn't be.

" Best of friends, aren't we, sweetheart ?"

Instead of answering his question, you try to change the subject.

" What happened to the stake out then ? I thought you were supposed to catch a couple of bounty hunters ?"

Derek shakes his head before shrugging his shoulders.

" I know, but when we got there, there was only one of them, and he was screaming that his friend had been murdered by another werewolf in town..I wonder if there are any others like us that we've not yet been in contact with ?"

At his explanation, you feel a lump forming in your throat, but when you were about to tell him what happened last night, Peter beats you to it.

" Funny, your description of the scene exactly matches what happened to me last night.."

Derek frowns before looking up at Peter with his jaw clenched.

" I thought I was pretty clear when I said stay put ?"

He glares at Peter, but then his eyes shift to you.

" And you, where were y..?"

But before he could finish his sentence, Peter cuts him again.

" Asleep. I waited for her to fall asleep before going out. Poor humans, can't manage a night without craving sleep.."

You look up at him with your mouth wide open, ready to deny everything he just said when you see him wink at you..He wasn't trying to make you look bad at your job, he was trying to save you the embarrassment. You close your mouth as fast as you had opened it and turn around towards Derek that was looking at you with an eyebrow raised, waiting for your confirmation. You nod and he sighs.

" Maybe it was a bad idea to leave you alone with him, you're still young and he's had plenty of experience when it comes to get what he wants..I'll ask Scott or Stiles next time."

You feel the lump in your throat slowly making its way to your stomach and your expression twists into one of pain and regret.

" No !"

To the surprise of everyone in the room, including yourself, you're the one who just shouted your disagreement. Derek frowns again before crossing his arms and waiting impatiently for an explanation while Peter only tightens his grip around you, a silent warning as to what you are about to say. You take a big breath before glancing up at Derek and saying in a calm and unfaltering voice.

" This is my job. I'm part of the pack. It's bad enough that I'm completely useless when it comes to working on the field, I can't let my only participation in all this go to someone else. I made a mistake, it won't happen again."

Derek seems to believe you, even though he shakes his head in hesitation.

" I don't know, Y/N..I was allowing this to continue since it seemed to work..But, Peter succeeded in complicating things, again."

He emphasizes on the last word while staring at Peter accusatively. Peter flashes an innocent grin at him before agreeing with you.

" I promise to behave from now on. Please, dad ? Can I please keep my plaything ? It gets lonely around here when you're all running around, chasing your own tails over and over.."

You elbow him as a warning, but Derek is already shooting daggers in his direction, on the verge of growling in annoyance. Fortunately, Derek succeeds in keeping his cool and only sighs in defeat before walking away.

" Fine. But, I warn you, one more mistake and I'll personally kick you out.."

" Can't do that, chief. It's my house !"

Peter answers with a big shit-eating grin, but Derek frowns at him before looking straight at you.

" I was talking to you, Y/N..I can't allow you to become a weakness, we've got already too many and Peter is the master of manipulation, dont fall for his tricks. It's a warning, let it be not a premonition."

And with those last words, he is gone. You both stay still for a moment until you decide to stand up and make yourself a cup of coffee. The words of Derek are swirling around in your mind and you glance at Peter when you think he's not looking..Were you really just another pawn in his mastermind plan to bring down the pack ? He seems to feel your stare and points it out.

" If I didn't know you the way I do, I'd say that you actually believe this idiot.."

" Why did you protect me ?"

You ask him abruptly, still not sure about what to make of last night's rescue. He seems to thinks about it for a while before answering you with such honesty that it surprises you.

" Because there was no reason for me to talk about it..Unlike what you all think of me, I'm not such a monster. I feel no satisfaction in a young girl's life being ruined by such macabre events. I care about you more than any of the other dumb teenagers of your group, even my own cousin. You're nice, kind, smart and you don't judge. You never told me that what I did was despicable or that I didn't deserve to live. You did what you had to do and tried the best you could to help. I agree that we have had our disagreements, but it was always playful and never really serious. Why would I ever want anything bad like this to happen to you when you're the only person who ever believed that I could become an ally ? Tell me, how many people do you think ever read to me or felt safe in my arms ? Not even my own family ever believed I could change..So, yes. I protected you, because you would have done the same thing for me. Your strength remains in your humanity, Y/N. Stiles may be the voice of reason, but you're the voice of mercy.."

You are awestruck by the words that seem to be tumbling out of his lips and surround you like the warmest of blankets. You would be happy to listen to him all day. You genuinely smile at him and, before you could stop yourself, you kiss him. He relaxes under your touch and wraps his arms around you to close the gap between the both of you. He finally breaks the kiss and laughs softly before adding.

" You also have very nice lips.."

You playfully punch his torso before laying down on top of him, finding the rhythm of his heartbeat oddly soothing.

" You're a jerk..But you're still a good person.."

You whisper while closing your eyes and you can hear him snicker above you.

" Congratulations, you just qualified me with two opposites. Jerk and good normally don't go together."

You don't answer, already snoring softly on his torso. He smiles sweetly at the sight before kissing the top of your head.

" Sweet dreams, darling.."

#peter hale #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #derek hale #peter hale x reader

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dangan-writing · 4 years ago

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TW: Foul Language

Of course! Please check underneath the cut. I used Google Translate, so I apologize in advance if any of the translations are incorrect. Have a great day!

Mod Hiyoko

Icon Created By: twisted-lies

Kokichi

If you're dating Kokichi, he'll try to anger you on a daily basis.

He likes getting a rise out of people.

That's the only explanation you can think of for why, out of nowhere, he decided to repeatedly attack you with a water pistol.

He just so happened to charge while you were talking with K1B0 and Shuichi, soaking them, as well.

You know it's your boyfriend, the 5'1 King of Liars before K1B0 and Shuichi yell his name in disgust.

As your clothing begins to absorb the liquid, you come to the infuriating realization that it wasn't water sprayed at you, but Panta.

It's cold, it's sticky, and your outfit is ruined by Kokichi's prank.

"Nee-heehee, you stupid heads-"

"¿Qué diablos hiciste, engendro de demonios?"

"Oh, what's this? Does my darling S/O know how to speak Spanish?"

"¡Cállate tonto! ¡Terminé con tus travesuras infantiles!"

K1B0 and Shuichi don't know how to respond and shift away from the lover's spat to dry off.

"You're such a meanie! You even scared our friends away with your mean words!"

Kokichi lets out an obviously fake sob and you roll your eyes.

You start to calm down while Kokichi pretends to cry.

He trails after you all the way to your locker, where you fortunately kept clean clothing in case of an emergency.

"Nee-heehee, after you change you can earn my forgiveness by telling me what you said."

Only Kokichi could find a way to be the victim while you were drenched in grape soda because of him.

He grabs your hand and squeezes it softly.

"After all, I wasted three bottles of Panta filling up that water pistol!"

Fuyuhiko

If anyone knows what it's like to be frustrated, it's Fuyuhiko.

That doesn't stop him from getting on your nerves sometimes.

Like tonight, when he shows up to your date four hours late.

He didn't call to let you know that he was okay, and knowing the kind of business that he was involved in, you were worried.

It's almost ten o'clock at night and you're wide awake, thinking to yourself about what to do.

Suddenly you hear a knock at your front door.

It's Fuyuhiko.

"Sorry I'm late. I got caught up with work and didn't notice the time."

You don't want to be upset with him, especially because you thought he was dead just a few seconds ago.

But your anxiety has turned into rage at the sight of his indifference.

"¿Qué carajo? ¿Dónde diablos estabas?"

He's not sure what you said, but he can tell by your tone that you're upset with him.

He's also not one to ask if he did something wrong or apologize, so he doesn't.

"I didn't know you could speak Spanish."

"Aparentemente, tampoco sabes cómo llamar para que la gente sepa que estás bien."

"Damnit, S/O! Don't fuckin' take that tone of voice with me!"

It's Fuyuhiko, you're not surprised to hear him cursing.

However, you are a bit taken back to see him blushing and biting back a smile.

"Mierda, sorry, I mean why do you seem happy that I'm upset with you?"

Your question startles Fuyuhiko as he scratches the back of his head nervously.

"Shut up! It's nothing."

It was definitely something.

As he sweats under your stare, you realize that you could definitely use this to your advantage.

Kiyotaka

Cursing isn't allowed in a school environment.

Or at least, not when you're in your boyfriend's presence.

Dating the Ultimate Moral Compass came with difficulties like that.

You're spending time with your classmates Yasuhiro and Chihiro before homeroom starts at Hope's Peak.

More specifically, you and Chihiro are declining Yasuhiro's pleads for money.

By the time you're finished with that discussion, the late bell had already rung.

Not wanting to be any later than you already are, you decide to run.

You're so close to your destination that you can see the door to your homeroom, when you hear a familiar loud voice and freeze.

"Halt! Running is forbidden in a school environment!"

You turn around and find an incredibly disappointed Kiyotaka.

You know there's no use in running away from him, so you do as he says.

"S/O! I'm quite disappointed in your behavior. In accordance with school regulations, you must show up for detention tomorrow afternoon."

Rationally, you know it's not Kiyotaka's fault that you're receiving detention.

School rules were school rules, as annoying as they could be.

But you couldn't help but be annoyed that you were caught in this situation, especially since you knew your boyfriend would never let you hear the end of it.

"¿Estás bromeando? ¡Mierda!"

Kiyotaka furrows his brow in confusion, and continues making his way towards you.

"S/O! Please refrain from using that tone of voice when talking to an authority figure."

"Cállate, buenos dos zapatos."

He stops moving in your direction and frowns.

In your anger you had forgotten that Kiyotaka studied the Spanish language in his free time.

Tears begin to fill his eyes and you hear a sad sniffle.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you found my behavior so annoying."

Quickly forgetting why you were upset, you pull the crying Ultimate Moral Compass into an embrace.

"I don't! I'm sorry I took my anger out on you."

Not used to public displays of affection, he awkwardly pats your back in response.

It makes you to chuckle into his chest.

"Now that we've both calmed down, I must remind you that cursing in a school environment is a violation."

#mod hiyoko #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa hcs #kokichi x reader #fuyuhiko x reader #kiyotaka x reader

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The little things in Nevada matter most. (Ch. 1)

Hank/Sanford/Deimos/Reader Fic, baby.

This fic has chapters, so this is the first one! I will link the new chapters as ones go by.

Warnings will be listed here as chapters are made, as of now, Chapter 1 contains:

- Alcohol

- Mild mentions of gore

- Fluff

This chapter’s just the beginning of finding each other out. This is a lot so heck yeah!

Reader is AFAB and uses gender neutral pronouns. (they/them) ^-^

Chapter list: 1 - ?

It was an early evening in Nevada, you missed the sounds of crickets chirping in the night. But due to the events that happened in this place, there is lack of life that surrounds it. All that is left are demons, clowns, sheriffs, and all that utter nonsense that you question how badly this had to be for a state to become it's new circle of Hell. But at that point, it wasn't really worth thinking too hard on. You instead just think about how at least thankful life was to you to give you friends so your life isn't too lonely. Without Hank, Deimos, Sanford, and 2BDamned, life would of been miserable. Despite what they're here for, the red and black tints of the skies seem blue to you. You were sitting on the edge of a bridge, kicking your legs as you took a sip out of soda can, letting the wind blow passed your hair. But you felt the ground rumble and you swiftly got up to face where it was coming from, and you saw the three familiar figures in a truck. With a sigh of relief, you waved at them and they drove by to you. Sanford poked out at the back of the truck, waving. "Hey, Mercenary! We're heading out to look for some bars around here, you up for that?" You shrugged it off, chugging down the rest of your drink and tossing the can over the bridge. "Sure, why not? Not like I got much better to do. Place has been extra quiet since we've bombed one of those factories earlier." You saw Deimos reached out to you, and you grabbed his arm as he tugged you up between you and Sanford. "Welcome aboard, then!" Deimos laughed, patting your shoulder. You smiled at the two, getting yourself comfortable. You turned your head over to Hank, who looked back and nodded. "Glad to see you in one piece, Merc." He said as he started the engine and began driving off. "Good to see you didn't die again either, Hank." You joked, leaning back. It was almost like things were back to normal, the aura of happiness and the cheerful conversations filled your heart with a sense of serenity. It is a rare occasion just to feel the serenity of friendship. Then again, if you could even consider this as friendship. These three made your heart confused, and so your mind. The more you thought about it, the more it felt like you had decisions to make on the long end. Sanford was the gentle yet mature one in the bunch, his body may be brawns but he was also brains. He didn't take jokes a lot, but sometimes he does choose to have fun with others whenever he can, as well as how caring he is for the group. Sometimes you wonder if he's secretly a major softie who would own rabbits for a living. Then there was Deimos, a cunning and suave guy who most would consider a 'bastard' for how he behaves. Always has a cigarette between his teeth as well as a smug demeanor. You couldn't help but smirk at the times of Deimos trying to show off to you a few times when you first joined the crew, and Hank always telling him to keep his pants on. The one time Deimos even attempted went to failure due to him flexing while trying to shoot with one hand, but his hand got blasted off from a heavy bullet blow, making him shriek and fall over. Although cruel, you laughed at his awful attempt at playing Chad. But despite it all, you still care for the goof. Then there was Hank. Quiet, down to business, but has a rather sadistic side of him. You could say he comes off cold, but there are moments in time where he shows a glint of emotion, most of the time when his bloodlust meets a 'sugar high' to the point he can't control it anymore and lets loose his inner need of murder. You find it intimidating, but also fascinating to see how far he can go. Of course most of the time it leads to him getting brutally killed, but somehow a few days later he always ends up coming back... You remember the first time you saw him get destroyed, a large MAG Agent managed to grab him by the head and ripped him apart, and it made you shriek out to him before Sanford dragged you out the room. But it was days later, you saw him come back as if none of that happened, and you just assumed that's how it will always be when Hank dies. And to no one's surprise, you were right. At that point, you began to care less about him getting killed, sometimes you use his body as a shield whenever he's fallen. Makes you wonder if Hank is even human at all, and is linked to some weird spiritual thing. But those were thoughts to keep to yourself, otherwise it'd make the room awkward, especially to Hank.

Despite it all, these three had their own stories and personalities to show, and you love all three of them.

You dazed off from the conversation between Sanford and Deimos, until you heard Deimos say your name. You blinked awake, looking over. "Huh?" "Hey, the ride's over, we found a place to hang out." Deimos got up and bounced off the truck, reaching over to you. You smiled down at him and jumped right into his arms, leading him to twirl you around and settle you down, making you chuckle. Sanford followed along, stretching his arms out. "Seems like this place is a ghost town right now, wonder why." "We're why, Sanford." Hank retorted, stepping out the truck as he placed two guns in his pocket, in case of anything. "Grunts and agents won't fuck with us, now imagine them fucking with us drunk." He scoffed, walking passed the three of you. You placed your hands behind you back, shrugging. "Oh well, let's hope there's drinks at least." The four of you made way into the bar, a bartender was cleaning an empty glass only to spot the four of you, immediately freezing up in fear. "S-Shit! It's you guys again!" The bartender stood back, keeping a tight grip on the glass in hand, but Hank slammed a hand down on the bar table. "Give us drinks, old man. Or it'll be big time for you." Hank ordered, and without hesitation from the man behind the bar, he simply did as he was told, although shaking in fear from the fact all for of you were present. You eyed him carefully, but sat on a stool twirling around it. "I swear, it gets too boring too quick whenever we have days off." Deimos sighed, sitting on a stool next to you. "You're telling me, this place tends to get quiet quick whenever it doesn't get busy. You think those AAHW Agents are planning something big?" Sanford asked, and saw Hank lean against the table, shrugging. "Hope so. If they're just gonna throw more grunts at our way, I'll consider that a big fuck you from them." He huffed, rolling his shoulder. You leaned on the table. "I dunno, if they retreated this long, it's gotta be something good!" Sanford chuckled, nodding off the statement. "Maybe, maybe... hey, I got an idea, let's all drink 'til something happens!" "Like alcohol poisoning?" You raised a brow at Sanford, and Deimos chuckled under his breath. "Right, right, I'm just saying it's our night, so let's make it worth while." The bartender slid down a few shots for the crew, Sanford took one shot with a quick swig, and raised the empty glass. "Come on, now! Let's do it!" Deimos looked at you and Hank, and the three of you shrugged it off and raised a glass to join with Sanford.

What felt like hours that were only minutes, Hank, Sanford, Deimos, and yourself decided to be reckless. Sanford was a strong one, taking the shots like they were water, while Deimos was making his way to getting on Sanford's level, as for Hank, it was hard to tell if the alcohol hit him at all. But unfortunately, out of this bunch, you were the weakest to alcohol, your mind was buzzing on your eighth shot, seeing the three mercenaries become six, or is it seven? You couldn't tell. But you snapped away when you felt Deimos tugging you over for some kind of sluggish dance. "C'mon, Mercenary! Let's fuck around for a while, will ya?!" He chirped, and you made a groggy 'wait no' as he pulled you around all playful, laughing his ass off. Deep down, you can't wait to kick this guy's ass once things die low. But as of now, everyone was getting tipsy, and who knows what nonsense they'll pull. The only thing you're hoping is Hank won't pull out a gun and shoot around like an idiot. Deep down, you feel like he'll do that. "Deimos, let go of me you idiot!" You shouted over his goofy laughter, but he ended up slipping off and having you two fall on the ground. Hank shook his head, sighing at the sight. "You two shouldn't have alcohol." He snorted, looking over to Sanford who was growing just as buzzed as the other two. It felt like he had to babysit you three, but Hank was personally enjoying the sight of his mercenaries being themselves with no consequences. After a few hours, the rest of the group was smashed. You couldn't tell who you were clinging on, but they were struggling to keep you in their arms. "Shit, what time is it? Is there a place to even hide?" Deimos slurred, wiping alcohol off his mouth. It seems the bartender made his way out before they could even ask for more, which made Deimos growl in frustration. "Dammit! That asshole ditched us!" He raised a fist, but Sanford held his shoulder. "Relax, soldier. We're done for the night. I'm fucking wasted!" He snorted, keeping a firm hold onto you. You looked up at Sanford, noticing you were facing his bare chest, making your eyes widen and have your cheeks flare up.

“Uh...” You blinked.

“Yeah, Merc?” Sanford looked down, noticing your expression. “Shit- you good? You look sick.” He stumbled up and settled you on the table, but you just seem dazed at how nice his body is. Or maybe that’s the alcohol speaking. Unfocused, you grabbed Sanford and Deimos by the shoulders for support. “Maybe we should head back to the hideout we had last time, hardly anyone... goes there.” You paused and blinked at the floor, seeing your feet stumbling. Hank seemed to be the only one capable of keeping his composure, though not really attempting to give anyone a hand at all. “You know what, since I’m not the one who’s fucked up here, I’ll drive everyone back. I figured you three wouldn’t control yourselves, not like I’d be surprised about it.” Hank left out the door, leaving the rest of you to struggle along the way. It was like a difficult obstacle in stepping from point A to point B, Deimos and Sanford pulling you around for support as you all waddled your way to the truck. It was a blur the moment you slumped into the back of the truck, the only thing you could feel was your brain growing an immense fatigue as well as someone keeping your body up. The moment you passed out, you could only feel the nausea upcoming.

When you woke up, you were welcomed to a face between the bare chest of Sanford, which made you immediately bounce off. But the moment you did, your head pulsed in a sense of pain and confusion, making you hiss under your breath, gripping your forehead. “Son of a bitch...” You muttered, but you saw that Sanford and Deimos were still asleep. Despite them being out cold, you really didn’t expect to have Sanford allowing you to get that handsy with him. Or maybe he wanted you to be comfortable... then again, those were comfortable. But the thoughts went away quick when you felt your head spin, stomach ready to hurl. You went over the edge of the truck, throwing up the excess of what was left in your stomach, the hangover lighting up slightly from the release. You looked over to the edge ahead, seeing a familiar building. It seems that Hank managed to drive everyone home. You really couldn’t help but be thankful that Hank was at least caring enough to drag everyone back. Where Hank was is nowhere to be found, but you can assume he must of went inside without you and the other two. You looked over at Sanford and Deimos, you’re sure they’ll be fine on their own, no one comes here nor interferes in this area. Sluggishly, you rolled out over the edge of the truck, hopping off with a simple thud to the ground. As you dusted off and made way inside, you saw Hank just hanging out on the couch, head held back with a cigarette in his mouth.

You always found it adorable how he is in his most calm state, you sometimes wish he was like this more often. Though unfortunately, he’s the least likely to contain himself. You could tell he’s still awake, because the moment you shut the door, he spoke. “You’ve finally managed to get up. Head still hurtin’?” You turned over to him, seeing he’s still lazy about. “Yeah, but I’ll get over it. Sanford and Deimos haven’t gotten up yet, but hey, I’m here.” You walked over and sat on a seat beside him, patting his head which only made him grunt at your brave actions. “Remind me to tell you guys when you have one too many, you guys were drinking for hours.” Hank sighed, pulling the cigarette out his mouth, letting the smoke pass his nostrils. “Sorry, I didn’t even catch the time when we even started. Sanford shouldn’t of challenged us... then again, you won anyway.”

“That’s because I didn’t overdo it. Sanford tends to have too much fun on his free time.” Hank shrugged, “Besides, if I joined in the nonsense no one would be able to take anyone back home. I ain’t risking to crash into a building drunk, won’t be too fun missing my shots.” You could only chuckle, watching him wave his hands about. He wasn’t expressive in face, but his hands were. You wondered if it was a good idea to kill time with him if you would just...

“Hey, Mercenary.” Hank spoke up. “Oh! Yeah?” You blinked back out of thought, looking at him. “I was wondering... couldn’t help but notice how it was kind of cute to see you try and cling onto me earlier when you were drunk.” Your eyes widened in embarrassment, looking away immediately. “G-God! Are you serious?! Fuck I’m sorry, Hank- I really didn’t mean to-” “It’s fine, dear.” Hank waved it off, you can tell there’s a smirk under there. “In fact I didn’t mind you getting handsy.” You puffed your cheeks at him, then giving him a hit in the head, making his shoot up immediately. “Ow- hey!” Hank huffed, rubbing his head. “Bad enough I got my head kicked in everywhere!” You crossed your arms, feeling your cheeks warm from the flustered reaction. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just don’t like it when you make a fool out of me, you always do that with everyone.” He looked at you, tilting his head lightly. “Now you know it’s not me trying to be a dick to you, Mercenary. I just do it because I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind me teasing you.” It took a moment, then you realized the way he worded it. You said he does it to everyone in the group, so does that mean he does it to ease everyone because he likes them? You blinked, looking at Hank. “Wait, you mean just me, or?”

“I mean everyone, you think I don’t bother Deimos and Sanford?” Hank continued for you, crossing his arms. It seems like dots are being made here, and you weren’t sure how to feel about it. Does he like the three of you the way you like them in return? It made you wonder. But you didn’t want to invade Hank’s personal stuff, you felt like he wasn’t aware of his own emotions. “Huh... Well, I guess I feel a little better about it now. Don’t know what you get out of it, though.” Hank looked over to you when you spoken that, and he looked back at the window, putting his cigarette out on his arm. “Honestly? Don’t know myself either, but it makes me feel a little better knowing it makes you guys get a kick out of my words, hahah.”

You couldn’t help but smile at him, maybe he is feeling for certain things he wasn’t aware yet. And honestly, you want to help connect these dots for not only himself, but for everyone else. Maybe there is a spark that needs to be set alight, just unsure where to start. But as of now, you just want to enjoy the silence that remains in the room, closing your eyes as you smelled the remaining smoke in the room from Hank’s cigarette.

Maybe this little break for the group isn’t so bad.

#Four Way Shipping is pain actually #HRUHGUTHG #fanfiction #fluff #sfw #alcohol mention #hank wimbleton #sanford #deimos #x reader #hank/deimos/sanford/reader #lord have mercy on me for this set #madness combat x reader #madness combat

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