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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Angrily in love

Summary: Wanda and Reader are on the run after a mission goes wrong, and they do not have a good relationship. When Wanda is approached in a diner by strange men, Reader confronts them. And some other things. Based on prompt from stay-casual, thanks again dear.

Warnings: Language; All fluff, but also humor. enemies stubborn idiots to lovers.

Words: 3.002 K ////// Read on AO3

Marks > @stay-casual @mionemymind @wandamaximoffpuppy

You and Wanda didn't get along very well.

Which was a problem since you were running away together.

It all started two and a half weeks ago, and honestly, you would blame Steve if anyone asked.

You were both assigned to an infiltration mission into a drug trafficking headquarters in Mexico. It was not your typical job, but there was evidence of Hydra involvement.

And so you and Wanda were team partners, and everything was going very well, until she pissed you off for some reason, and the two of you started to argue. Maybe you miscalculated the impact of your words, because the second you call her "angry little witch" Wanda used her magic to push you, but before you could think of fighting back, there were about fifteen rifles pointed at both of you.

Disguise completely blown, Wanda was quick enough to get you two out of there, and with the entire country on alert, you needed to keep a low profile until it was safe to return to the compound.

So now you were forced to deal with each other's company, and you broke your cell phone when Natasha sent a emoji and a message telling you guys to enjoy your vacation.

At this moment you were driving the van that you managed to steal from the barracks before you left, while Wanda slept in the passenger seat. You reached out to turn on the radio for a bit, but when you started humming the music, it stopped playing. Looking quickly to see what had happened, you let out an incredulous sigh as you saw the familiar red light dissipate in the air.

- I'm sleeping. - Wanda grumbled, and you frowned in irritation as you turned on the radio again.

- Not my problem.

The music started again, but then stopped. You let out a angry whimper.

- Be quiet. - She said without opening her eyes.

And then you turned the sound back on. And Wanda turned it off. And then you did it again. This went on for three minutes, until you hit the brakes, and Wanda opened her eyes with the sudden movement.

- My God, what is your problem? - She shouted, and you ignored the honking sounds behind you as you took the keys off.

- You know what, Maximoff? - You replied angrily, unbuckling your seat belt. - You're driving now.

You dropped the key in her lap, and got out of the vehicle. Turning around, you opened the back door of the van and climbed in. You heard Wanda grumble angrily as she jumped into the driver's seat, but you just leaned against the wall of the van and closed your eyes. A minute after she started the car, you heard the sound of the radio.

Ignoring the urge to break the equipment, you decided to fall asleep.

//-//

Driving for about three hours, Wanda finally parked the van. The lack of movement woke you up, and you yawned lightly as you stretched.

You heard the door open and close, and caught a glimpse of Wanda's red hair as she walked away from the van, so you got out next.

It was a motel, and judging by the amount of cars in the parking lot, it was decent enough to not have diseases in the sheets.

You hurried to catch up with Wanda, and when she entered the reception area, she didn't hold the door, and you almost hit your face on the wood. Swearing softly, you then entered.

- Good evening. - You heard her greet the receptionist, who didn't look very pleased to serve more people. - Two rooms please.

- Sorry, honey. - He said chewing on a small stick between his teeth. - We only have one spare room.

- Wait, what?

- It's the season for Los Muertos, senorita. - clarified the man, and seeing Wanda's expression, he added. - All the places will be crowded with tourists, you are lucky to find anything available around here. - He says with a fake disappointment in his voice.

Wanda let out a sigh, while you were distracted by the fish in the aquarium on the premises.

- It's okay, Wanda, you can sleep on the couch. - You tease without looking at her, but she ignores your comment and hands the money for the room to the receptionist.

- Have a nice stay. If you want something to eat besides the minibar, there is a dinner behind the pool area. - The man says as he hands over the key. Wanda doesn't smile, and leaves the place, you lightly tap your fingers on the aquarium while smiling at the fish before following her.

You two walk to the room in silence, and you sigh as you enter, observing the place. It was simple, yet cozy. The redhead commented softly "thank god" when she notices that there are two beds, and threw the bag she was carrying on top of one of them, before walking to the bathroom, while you start looking for the remote control.

//-//

Two days sharing the same room, and you were surprised that you hadn't killed each other yet. There were a few arguments, mainly over having to share the television, or the delay in the shower, but otherwise things were going pretty well.

It was lunchtime, and you had just used the street phone to try to get in touch with Natasha when you saw Wanda leave the room in the direction of the dinner. She gave you an angry look before she left, and you rolled your eyes before following her, after all, you were starving.

- Why are you following me? - she asked angrily as you walked beside her.

- I'm not following you, I'm going to lunch. The restaurant is not yours. - You retort, and she rolls her eyes.

- God, and you have to have lunch with me now?

- Who says I'm having lunch with you? - you retort impatiently. - I intend to sit fifteen tables away.

- Great!

- Great indeed! - You retort as she opens the door and hurries inside, taking a seat at one of the first empty tables. You curse softly to yourself, and then enter the restaurant.

Unfortunately the only empty table you can find is the one in front of Wanda, and you can see her staring angrily at you. You smile wryly in her direction, and she waves her middle finger at you. But then the waitress approaches, and she looks away. You scold yourself for holding your gaze on her longer than necessary, and then you are served next.

The restaurant was considerably crowded, there were many groups of diverse people eating together, and you noticed that there were also truck drivers, and families, and even young people your own age. Fortunately the service was very good, and soon you were having some fries and meat.

You were finishing your milkshake, slightly distracted by the newspaper that was left on the table for the customers, when a sound of male laughter caught your attention.

Two men, considerably older than you, approached Wanda's table, both exchanging mischievous laughs.

- Come on, let's ask her out. - You heard one of them remark with a chuckle. And then you were already getting up, anger boiling in your chest.

- Hi there, sweetheart, what's your name?

- I'll give you five seconds to leave before I shove my shoe up your ass! - you shouted before Wanda could answer anything. Both men looked at you with a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

- Who the hell are you? - One of them sneered, but you shoved him hard enough to make him realize that you were no ordinary girl as he stumbled backwards, his eyes flashed with fear.

- Leave her alone.

The man stumbled backwards poking his friend in the chest, and they both gave you a angry look before leaving. The restaurant was bubbling over with small comments, but you exchanged a glance with the waitress and she didn't seem willing to kick you out for this.

You turned to Wanda next, and she had a very annoyed expression on her face.

- Fine, Wanda, what is it? - you asked impatiently when noticing her face.

- I don't need your help. - She retorted angrily. - I can handle these things just fine on my own.

- Wow, you are really ungrateful. - You sneer, crossing your arms. You look around for a moment, and notice that men in the same profile are still assessing Wanda from afar. You feel your body boil with irritation at the malicious looks they cast at her, and you stare back at them, a murderous expression on your face. They exchange a startled look and you wait for them to stop looking before turning your attention to the redhead - Can I sit with you?

- Excuse me? - she asks angrily, but doesn't even wait for you to answer. - No way! Piss off!

- You are so annoying. - You grumble before going back to your desk.

But you're not even hungry anymore, feeling a strange irritation at the tip of your stomach as you remember the way the men looked at Wanda, so you take the last sips of your milkshake and stand up again. Wanda pretends you don't exist as you walk past her table, and you roll your eyes at the childishness.

- Good afternoon. - You greet the cashier with a smile. - Sorry for the mess. The idiots were harassing my...colleague.

The cashier smiles, accepting the money you gave her. Then she frowns at the amount, and you clear your throat when you say to include Wanda's table bill as well, and she just nods in agreement.

- She's a pretty girl. - The cashier comments as she separates the money. You make a noise of agreement, without really paying attention. - She seems like the kind of girl who breaks not only boys' hearts.

She gives you a suggestive look, and you blink in surprise, averting your eyes and feeling your face heat up.

- Thank you. - You grumble as you get your change.

Leaving the restaurant afterwards, you chide yourself for immediately looking for Wanda through the windows. Turning your head forward, you go back to your room.

//-//

Wanda really got annoyed with your little scene in the restaurant, and didn't talk to you when she came back to the room, not that you were complaining.

And then it was time for her to watch some stupid program, and you left the room, because you were not in the mood of arguing about who's turn it is to watch.

You thought about getting a drink, so you returned to the restaurant, which at this time was considerably emptier.

The cashier from earlier was now serving tables, and smiled at you when you sat down at the counter.

- What will you have, dear? - She asked.

- A hot chocolate please. - You asked, leaning your elbow on the table and your face in your hand. With your free hand you tapped your fingers lightly against the counter.

It didn't take long to get your order, and you and you got a little pensive when the waitress returned, wiping the counter beside you.

- That was quite a scene earlier today. - She comments with a smile. You laugh, slightly embarrassed, but willing to talk.

- Yeah, sorry about that.

- No problem, sweetie. - She comments. - Young people are always so nervous when jealous.

You choke in surprise, feeling your face heat up.

- Jealous? I wasn't...

The waitress giggles, placing the cloth on her left shoulder.

- It's all good, child. - she says. - My husband used to be jealous of truck drivers in this region too. And with a beautiful girlfriend like that, I imagine it's hard for you.

She remarks with a smile before going to serve another customer, and you widen your eyes in surprise, feeling your face very warm.

Then you spent the next five minutes frowning, repeating how absurd it was that anyone would insinuate that you were jealous of Wanda, until the waitress was back again, serving you a doughnut that you didn't ask for but accepted anyway.

- Just to clarify. - You start between one bite and another. - I am not jealous.

The waitress giggles, arranging a few things on the counter.

- I also noticed that you two sat at separate tables, reminded me of my Miguel. - She says with a smile. - We used to fight so much that he would sleep on the balcony.

You laugh lightly, running your hand through your hair.

- But you know, all the fights were just an excuse to get each other's attention. - She says, leaning her hands on the counter in front of you. - To this day, I still believe he would leave the key off the key chain just to hear me grumble and squeeze my butt when he apologized. - She says with a smile that makes you laugh.

And then she is pouring you some more chocolate, and you are ignoring the growing nervousness in your stomach at the thought of her insinuations that you and Wanda were like a couple fighting.

- Rosa. - You call out after reading her name on the badge, she looks at you curiously. - How... How did you know you were in love?

- During a fight, of course. - She says, laughing. - We are in high school, and we had a fight during a soccer game. It was so hilarious. We started fighting about who would play the penalty kick for our team, and one of our classmates tried to get into an argument with me, and Miguel punched him in the nose, yelling that no one could fight with me but him.

You widen your eyes in surprise, but then laugh, finding the story a bit absurd. But the waitress has a nostalgic look in her eyes, as if she is missing something, and you frown.

- What... what happened to Miguel?

You watch her smile slowly die, and something in her gaze change. And then you cough uncomfortably, feeling a pain in your stomach.

- My Miguel was trying to improve our life when the German agents arrived. - She said in a somber tone. You stumbled out of your seat, trying to breathe. - The avengers had no right to take him away from me.

Fucking great, you thought wryly as you felt your throat closing. You stumbled out of the restaurant, falling to your knees. You think you saw a red light before you lost consciousness.

//-//

Something was moving, and it took many minutes for you to realize that it was the surface you were lying on. And then you slowly opened your eyes, blinking as you progressively tried to regain awareness.

- Finally, spitfire. - A female voice commented with irony, and you were startled to see Natasha sitting beside you. You tried to sit up in bed, feeling your body ache to do so.

- Damn it. - You complained of pain, and then you realized that you were on a spaceship. - Wow, how did I get here?

- By being the worst field agent. - Nat scoffed lightly, getting up from her seat to get you some water. You noticed that you were in the medical compartment of the ship. When she handed you the glass of water, you let out a satisfied grunt, drinking it all quickly.

- Let me guess, that lady really poisoned me. - You say, handing the glass back, and Nat sits down beside you on the bed, laughing lightly.

- Seriously, you went out on a simple recognition mission, and now you have shooting, escape and poisoning in your report.

You laugh before you ask.

- How did you find us anyway?

- Wanda, of course. - She tells. - I think you collapsed and she wrecked the whole place. We arrived before the Mexican government arrested you two. Also, the waitress will be questioned, but I don't think she knows much.

- Wait, what do you mean by wrecked the whole place?

Nat laughed, shrugging her shoulders.

- You know how Wanda's magic gets when she is nervous. And well, she was very nervous.

You nod, looking away, feeling a warmth in your cheeks and chest. And then Nat is getting up again.

- Well, I have to tell Steve that you are awake. You've had enough sleep so join us when you can. - She comments with a smile before leaving.

When you look down you notice the needle marks on your arm, where the antidote was probably placed, you sigh slightly.

You stand up, realizing that you feel almost no discomfort in your muscles. Before you can move toward the other room however, there is someone coming in.

- You're really awake. - Wanda comments seriously, stopping in the doorway.

You laugh lightly, deciding to tease her.

- Ah, yes. And I heard that you lost your shit when you saw me pass out. It's touching, really.

- And you are still a complete idiot. - She retorts as she approaches.

- Yes, and yet you still love me.

- I do.

- Wait, what?

But then Wanda advances on you, kissing you on the mouth. It takes a microsecond for you to overcome the shock, and kiss her back with your hands on her waist. You both sigh against each other's mouths, and when air is needed, Wanda pulls her face away slightly.

- Don't ever do that again. - She says breathlessly.

- I didn't choose to be poisoned, you know. - You retort with mild irony. Wanda rolls her eyes smiling as she lets her hands go up to your cheeks.

- I don't want to lose you, even if you are an annoying jerk. - She says and you laugh lightly.

- Thanks for the compliments, dear. It helps my self-esteem. - You reply with irony and Wanda laughs, stealing a few kisses from you.

- Don't be such a crybaby. - She jokes, but something in her eyes changes. - You're also brave, and funny. And sweet, and infuriating attractive.

- Wow, this is turning me on. - You mock lightly, stroking her back and making her laugh. And then you're stealing kisses between your giggles, until you rest your foreheads together. - Just for the record, even though you are a temperamental annoying little witch, I am completely in love with you.

Wanda nods smiling, kissing you again.

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joshstambourine · 3 years

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A Seconds Glance

"Hi I have a request for either Josh or Jake 💛 can I get a story where they see a girl, either at school or they can already be famous in this, and is instantly enamored. I don't know if you've seen The Virgin Suicides, but if you have then something similar to when Trip sees Lux for the first time. I'm interested in how those two would go about getting a girl's attention when they have a crush.💕💕💕" - Anonymous

//Hi Doll! I can’t say I have seen that--- but I will try my best to write something that I feel matches the idea you had.

I’m gonna be repeating this forever--- but again, I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this request out for you! I decided to go with Josh being in school for this one.//

Warnings: Cursing, awkward beans

Word Count: 1969

Synopsis: Josh had never really believed in love at first sight... but yet....

Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader

The first day of sophomore year. For most this was just the start of another school year; a sudden reminder that a new binder or fun pencil case is exciting for all of 10 minutes when it comes to actual classes and work. But for Josh… this year felt like it was filled with possibilities. It sounds like some sort of stupid thing you'd see on a motivational calendar, but it really truly did.

Josh hadn't imagined for a second that he actually would have a chance in making music his career; and yet, he had spent all summer with his band mates playing for different occasions and pubs. All the while they were working, working hard on writing songs that they could be proud to play for others.

All of that said, Josh was returning to high-school this year with a new found amount of confidence and excitement; it showed in every step Josh took. His one hand held loosely on to the arm of his backpack, walking in time with Jake.

"But what do you think? Would it look good on me?" Jake inquired, fingers lightly playing with the mid-length pieces of hair on his head.

"I mean… I don't know…" Josh lightly starts, glancing at his twin and begins to take a good long look at him.

Jake's eyes widened just a touch, his expression becoming one that said, 'Well…?'

"Uh… honestly I don't really know Jake. I've never seen you with anything else than this." Josh admits, then snickers a little, "Except for that one time when we decided it'd be fun to take those scissors and---"

"No, that's fine, I didn't need to think about that." Jake immediately stopped him, his hand going to take a full dive into his mess of dark brown hair.

"Cmon, it was really funny though. Ma really lost her shit when she saw your head like that." Josh continued to muse, hands folding into his pockets with the utmost of ease.

Jake shook his head in a mournful way, "I can say I will never go back to a buzz-cut again… not without a fight."

Josh's smile never faltered, it was his laughter that changed, softening into a bit of a sigh as they reached the double doors at the front of the school. With a swing of the doors they both were making their way down the hallway to their lockers.

"Meet by Mr.Shapiro's class before lunch?" Jake questioned, to which Josh nodded. No matter which school the twins went to the teachers seemed to know that the best course of action was to keep them separated. That said Josh and Jake always had separate homerooms at least, through most of their time in school.

"See ya in a bit." Josh waved, taking a few steps back before turning on his heels and heading to his own locker.

Josh's excitement to be back in class showed on his face more than he probably would have wanted. A few pencils in his hand along with a binder filled with blank paper and tucked away dividers.

As soon as Josh stepped into the class room his eyes were met with many familiar faces. Some of these people he had been in school with since kindergarten; like Meg, a rather tall blunt faced girl with long kinky black hair. She simply threw a peace sign Josh's way as he stepped through the doors; he eagerly returned it, bringing a small smile to Meg's lips.

With some brisk steps Josh moved to place himself at the back of the classroom, just behind Meg. He threw his things on his desk without much thought. Despite there being a good number of kids he knew... there seemed to be equally just as many new kids.

Leaning on his desk Josh moved closer to Meg, "Where the hell did these guys come from?"

Meg's brow lifted as she leaned back a little, "Know the high-school on the east side?"

"The one where you can get crack for super cheap?" Josh inquired,

Meg's head bobbed, "They closed it down, so now we get half the kids that went there." She explains with her head resting on her hand in a bored way.

"Oh shit really? That's a lot of kids---" Josh was quick to respond, glancing around the room.

"Oh yeah... way too many in my personal opinion --- not that anyone cares." Meg mutters, beginning to click her mechanical pencil.

Josh's eyes were still taking in all the new faces as he started to respond, "Wow aren't we positive today."

Meg sighed, "Eh.... I'm just not excited, Justin and I broke up over the summer and I'll have to see him in history." She began to explain, "Things are just really tense, yknow?"

She waited a moment for him to give some comforting... but still idiotic response, however none came. It finally got Meg to turn and look at him, as she did she immediately noticed that Josh's eyes had widened just a touch, cheeks dusted a light pink.

Meg followed the line of his eyes to a beautiful young woman. The expression he wore was more than enough to tell Meg that she should move.

Josh was so busy just... taking the new girl in that he didn't even notice Meg slip to the free desk to the side of the one she was previously sat in. Josh just couldn't put his finger on it, there was something... something so breathtaking about her. Was it her eyes? Or maybe how her hair fell around her face? He couldn't be sure. What he was absolutely sure of was that he had never had a moment in his life where he could hear music just by looking at someone.

"Hey... do you know if this desk is free?" A new voice shook Josh. It was her. She was standing at a desk to his left with a bit of an awkward air.

He was just so shaken. What did she say again? Something about a desk? Josh's lips parted, "Uh--- I uh, what did you--?"

"No that one isn't open, but the one just in front of my dude Josh is, right Josh?" Meg interrupted, pointing to the desk ahead of him.

"Oh y-yeah, that one's open! Definitely 100% open! It couldn't be more open even if it tried!" Josh started spouting, he really wasn't even aware that his mouth had moved, and that was clear in the fact that it just kept moving when she had come to sit down. "Do you need any pencils at all?? I have like 20!" He continued, though his hand held one full sized pencil and one shorter than the average person's pinkie... both chewed on. "I mean not on me but--- who needs a pencil right?"

The girl laughed a little awkwardly, her gaze moving from Josh to Meg and then to the desk. "No, no I'm okay thank you though." She slipped into the chair, keeping her gaze frontwards.

Meg looks to Josh with a shocked look, 'What was that??' She mouthed,

Josh responded with an absolutely mortified expression. He would never say he was the smoothest guy on the planet, but he had never been that awkward in his life.

Meg shook her head before reaching out to tap the girl's shoulder, "I'm Meg!" She introduces, "And that goober is Josh."

The girl lightly moved to glance over her shoulder at Josh in a shy way. "It's nice to meet you both. I'm (Y/N)." She hummed with a sweet smile.

"That's a pretty name, isn't it Josh??" Meg quickly said, trying to get him to continue the conversation in a less awkward way.

Josh nodded very enthusiastically, "The prettiest name I've heard in a long time!" He said with a smile,

(Y/N)'s cheeks began to hold a flush of their own. "Oh! Uh... th-thank you!" She sputtered out.

'OH FUCK. She's so cute.' Josh thought to himself, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with a shaky swallow.

Little did Josh know that (Y/N) was thinking something very similar. She might not make it as obvious as he was, but being so much closer now... being able to see the warmth in his brown eyes, seeing how his wavy brown hair came to cup his cheeks --- she couldn't help but continue to stare back at him.

The only thing that could pull them both out of the little trance they had fallen into was the bell. Both of them quickly looked toward it, followed by a man's voice at the front of the class.

"Alright everyone, take your seats!"

(Y/N) was reluctant but she turned herself to look toward the front of the class. A little bit nervous, but mustering an ounce of courage she tore a piece of paper from her notebook quietly and began to scribble something down.

Josh hardly got anything out of that language arts class, he was way too busy trying to figure out what excuse he could make to talk with (Y/N) again. He was just rattling through every little conversation starter he had ever heard in his life... but none of them felt like they would work.

Before long the bell had rung overhead once more and everyone was shuffling to grab their things and head to all of their next classes.

Biting his lip, Josh was determined to catch (Y/N) before she could head off to her own next class. Luckily for him she had a similar idea. Both turning to each other as they stepped out of the classroom, it was painfully quiet at first. It seemed as if they were trying to get their thoughts together really.

Finally they spoke,

"Hey would you---" "I was wondering if you'd---"

At once.

A small awkward laugh left their lips, "Please, go ahead I was going to say something dumb---" Josh quickly said moving to rub the back of his neck.

(Y/N)'s lips parted as she let out and unsure chuckle, eyes moving downwards for a moment. "I was just going to ask if you would mind if I joined you for lunch? I just am new and don't really have any---"

"Yes!" Josh quickly said, "Yes absolutely. You didn't even have to ask, you could have just showed up if you wanted to!" He quickly says to her.

The speed he seemed to talk at entertained (Y/N) a heck of a lot. A smile creeping across her face, "Okay! Thank you!" She responded.

"Do you know where the cafeteria is? I can show ya if you want??" Josh quickly continued, "I mean I'm sure you could find it on you're own, you seem very smart and capable. Most women are to be honest; I remember reading an article about how men need to---"

"That would be really great actually." (Y/N) smiled in a gentle way. 'He's even more nervous than I am.' She thought to herself.

"Oh-oh! Okay cool! Uh, do you know where Mr.Shapiro's class is?" He asks,

(Y/N) seemed to think for a minute, "113... right? I have him for chemistry this afternoon I think." She mutters.

Josh swiftly nods his head, "That's the one!! Meet me there okay?" He says.

(Y/N) nodded back, understanding the little plan they now had. "I'll see you in a little bit then?" She lightly asks.

"Yeah absolutely." Josh began to grin, suddenly beyond excited. Even as she began to walk off to her class all he could think about was how sure he was now that this year was going to be fantastic.

That was until a warning bell played overhead, "Oh shit--" Josh jumped in shock, immediately beginning to run to his next class.

//That's all for now lovely! I do actually have an idea on how to continue this one if anyone would like! Pretty please let me know in the comments if that's something you guys would like 💜//

#greta van fleet #josh kiszka #josh gvf #greta van fleet fan fiction #jake gvf #jake kiszka #awkward beans #greta van fic #greta van fleet imagines #greta van fleet imagine #greta van fleet fluff

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Hygge

Summary: Y/N introduces Bucky to the little things that he missed out on since the 40s.

Warnings: Absolutely none, just fluff :)

Word Count: 3527

a/n: Hygge is a Danish word, and from what I can tell it perfectly encompasses finding happiness in the little things.

This request honestly had me smiling the whole time I wrote it. Thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions of things to introduce Bucky to (including my sisters who don't know why I asked them that question lol)

Also, I find happiness in looking at this gif so I would like to thank @thebritishstanfan for its existence on this app

You heard the door open just as you finished running the bath.

"Bucky!" You ran out to the living room, throwing your arms around him in greeting.

"Hi, Doll." He whispered into hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He instantly relaxed at your touch.

"I have a surprise for you." You grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathtub. "I thought you might want to relax a bit, so I ran you a bath."

Just being in your presence was relaxing to him, but he wouldn't turn down a bath, especially one with the potential of you joining him.

"Are you going to relax with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively eliciting a laugh from you.

"Maybe later, this is about you right now." You smiled softly, eager to help him unwind.

He undressed quickly, lowering himself into the warm water as you searched through a shopping bag.

"Okay. Big Blue, Intergalactic, Love Boat, or Goddess?" You looked at him expectantly.

He stared at you, confusion evident on his face.

"Oh, do you want to smell them and then decide?" You questioned with a tilt of your head.

"Smell what?" His brows furrowed, mouth slightly agape.

"The bath bombs silly." You smiled brightly, bringing the bag closer to him.

"Why would I want a bomb in my bath?" He questioned your odd behavior.

"It's not a real bomb, Buck." You shook your head, randomly removing one of the bath bombs from the bag, Goddess. You held it out for him to take.

"Smell it." You instructed.

He was apprehensive in his movements, but slowly moved the purple ball to his nose.

"It smells like flowers." He stated plainly, waiting for you to explain more.

"Yep. Here, smell the rest of them." You handed him each of the bath bombs, waiting to hear his verdict on each one.

"Oh, that's surprisingly citrus-y." He held out Love Boat for you to take back.

"This one smells too clean." He shook his head, dropping Big Blue into the outstretched bag.

"I like this one." He held Intergalactic in his hand, smiling proudly.

"Perfect. Lower it into the water." Your eyes were filled with love as you watched him follow your instructions.

"It's fizzing." He looked at you, concern evident in his bright blue eyes.

"It's supposed to. It dissolves in the water, coloring the bath and also adding scent from essential oils." You did your best to explain.

"Why?" He narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"It's just... have you ever heard of hygge?" You waited for his answer.

"Yeah, I've heard the word. It's like feeling cozy and happy from little things." He looked to you for approval.

"Exactly. That's what bath bombs are for, at least to me. They make me happy, so I thought you might like to try one."

The bath water had turned a dark blue, glitter floating throughout.

"Nobody thought to explain bath bombs to me, I guess." He smiled at you, relaxing into the bath. "What else makes you happy?"

"You know what, I'll make a list of little things that I love and then we can spend a day together where I show them to you." You bit your lip in anticipation of his response.

"I'd love that." He grinned.

"Yay! I'm going to get started!" You quickly left the bathroom, leaving him to relax on his own.

"What's got you so excited?" Sam gestures to your bouncing knee.

"Oh, I didn't even notice. I'm just showing Bucky some things that he's missed out on since the 40s." You smile grew as you thought about the list you had made.

You were just about to find Bucky and show him the list when you had to leave for an impromptu mission.

You were definitely annoyed your plans had been delayed, but it made you a force to be reckoned with while fighting.

"So that's why you were so ruthless. You've got a hot date." Sam winked.

"Whatever you say Sam." You shook your head. "I've got to drop by Starbucks before they close. See you later!" You called as you ran from the jet, still in mission gear.

The disheveled state of your clothing and hair earned you some looks from the Starbucks employees, but you were too excited to care.

You quickly stopped in your room to change before heading off to find Bucky.

"BuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBucky!" You said his name over and over as you ran to the common area.

Skidding to a stop, you held up the drinks in your hands. "Bucky! Are you ready?"

He seemed to be in the middle of something with Steve, but abandoned it immediately at the sight of you.

"Sorry, punk. I've gotta go." He grabbed a drink from you, sliding his other hand into your newly empty one.

"Wow, jerk. You get a girlfriend and replace me!" Steve yelled after you in a joking tone.

"Don't worry Stevie. Nobody could replace you." You called back over your shoulder, dragging Bucky to the kitchen.

"Okay, I've got a few different categories. The first one we're going to tackle is food!" You smiled brightly, nearly bouncing in anticipation.

"Can you preheat the oven to 350 degrees?" You asked as you grabbed a bag from the freezer.

You swiftly dumped the contents onto the tray, shoving them into the oven while it preheated.

"Aren't you supposed to wait until it's hot?" Bucky watched as you slid around the room.

"Yes, but I've always been impatient. It'll be fine. I promise! While those are cooking, I've got a few other things for you. These are from the 90s."

You handed him a bag of flamin' hot cheetos, watching with bated breath as he opened it and sniffed the contents.

"They smell bizarre. Why are they so red?" He looked at the cheeto in his hand with confusion.

"It's the flamin' hot cheeto dust! It may be unnaturally red, but it's so satisfying to eat." You grabbed the bag from him, eating a cheeto of your own.

He eyed you carefully, slowly popping the cheeto into his mouth and chewing carefully.

"Doll, these are terrible." He deadpanned, grinning when you pouted.

"Bucky!" You whined. "You have to eat more than one for the full experience. It doesn't matter that they aren't the best flavor wise, there's just something about them that's addicting." You laughed, eating a few more cheetos.

"Alright, alright. I'll follow your lead." The two of you snacked as you brought his attention to the next item.

"Okay, these don't really go with the cheeto flavor, but they still make me happy. Starbucks only does holiday drinks around the holidays, obviously. These are my two favorite."

You handed him one beverage, gesturing for him to try it.

"Minty..." He waited for an explanation.

"Yes. Peppermint mocha!" You swapped the cups, letting him try the next drink. "That one is an eggnog latte."

"They're both pretty good, although I still like my coffee black." He placed the cup back on the counter.

"Yeah, I thought you might say that. There's just something about them. Probably because they're seasonal drinks. It makes me associate them with the holidays and spending time with friends and family and that makes me smile."

He pressed a kiss to your nose. "You are too cute."

"I know!" You scrunched your nose, knowing he finds it adorable. "Next item!" You presented him with three different packages of Oreos.

"Why so many?" He questioned.

"Because, they're different flavors. I now Oreos were originally produced in like 1912 or something, that's why I got different flavors."

"Actually, I don't think I've ever tried one." He eyed the blue package excitedly.

"Ahh, while I got double stuffed because they're obviously better than the regular ones. I've also got peanut butter and mint. Honestly, pretty mild flavors all things considered." You laughed, picturing the key lime flavor you avoided.

Bucky grabbed one of each, excited to try all three.

"I think the mint one is my favorite. It really goes with the peppermint mocha." He nodded as he spoke, as if he needed to convince himself.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." You smiled, watching as he ate three more cookies.

Before he could reply, the timer went off.

"The dino nuggies!" You reached for the potholder, pulling the tray out of the over. "This is the last food item."

He looked at the tray, confusion clear in his eyes.

"Doll, are these just chicken nuggets?" He picked up a brontosaurus from the tray.

"Well, yes." You huffed. "But! They're shaped like dinosaurs!" You bit your lip in excitement, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

"So? They still taste the same..." Bucky clearly did not understand the hype.

"Right again. It's so much more fun to eat though. Gives you a childlike enthusiasm, even as a fully grown adult." He eyed you skeptically as he bit off the head of a dino.

He couldn't help but smile as you watched him, anticipating his reaction.

"Ya know, you might be right. That was weirdly satisfying."

The two of you spent the next few minutes eating chicken nuggets, hot cheetos, and oreos, occasionally sipping from the holiday beverages.

After quickly cleaning up the kitchen, you lead Bucky to your bathroom.

"Sit down." You gestured to the toilet.

"Why?" He still did as he was asked.

"Because." You answered petulantly. You filled a paper cup with water, carefully dumping it on his head to get his hair wet.

"Y/N!" Bucky jolted from the cold water.

"Sorry! I forgot it was cold!" You quickly plugged in the blowdryer, letting the warm air waft over his head.

"You know, if that thing was quieter, I think I could fall asleep right now." Bucky stated calmly as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to evenly distribute the warm air amongst the hair.

"I know, right! There's something about someone else blow drying your hair that is so soothing."

You spent the next few minutes drying Bucky's hair and massaging his scalp.

"All done!" you exclaimed, unplugging the blow dryer and putting it back in the cabinet.

"Are you sure you don't want to do that again?" Bucky questioned, still sitting on the toilet.

"Yes. We've got more things to cover!" You pulled him off the toilet, nearly dragging him to your bed.

"Next category is entertainment, I guess." You brought out your laptop, certain apps already open to show him different things.

"We'll start with animals!" You were buzzing with excitement, and caffeine, as you opened two different browsers.

"Doll, animals existed in the 40s." He shook his head, endlessly amused by your behavior.

"I know that. Have you ever seen a Highland Cow?" You raised your brow, challenging his statement.

"I can't say I have." He shook his head slightly.

"Well, there you go. Animals it is. Actually, have you ever used Alexa?" You questioned him.

"No... Who is Alexa?" His confusion earned a laugh from you.

"An AI." You explained before bursting out into laughter again.

"Oh, like Friday?" He questioned.

"Yeah, but Alexa's not nearly as advanced. Here, watch this." You cleared your throat, making sure to speak clearly. "Alexa, show me pictures of Highland cows."

After a brief buffer, the AI responded. "Here are pictures of Highland cows." The google search appeared on your screen.

"So you can ask her anything?" Bucky questioned.

"Sort of, Friday knows way more. Alexa's good for little things though. Tony gets annoyed if you ask Friday to do too many small things because it can take up too much RAM and... You know what, it's not important." You decided against explaining since Bucky already looked confused.

You shifted your screen so he could see the many pictures displayed.

"Okay, so what's so special about a Highland cow?" He scrolled through the images, unaware of the smile forming on his face.

"There's just something about them. You'll find that same explanation for a lot of things I'm showing you, but it's true. They just make me smile. Look at how cute they are!" You emphatically gestured to the screen, nearly squealing at the adorable display.

"I actually see what you mean. Looking at them just makes you smile." He nodded his head thoughtfully, a small grin still pulling at his lips. "What other animal are you introducing me to?"

"Well, I assume you know what a puppy is." You said in complete seriousness.

"I do, indeed." He matched your tone, mocking the seriousness. He was really enjoying the playfulness you were showcasing.

"Well, here is a video of actor Tom Holland... you know Tom Holland, right?" You turned to face him.

"Tom Holland. Tom Holland... What's he in again?" His brows pinched together in thought.

"We've watched a few of his new movies together. Chaos Walking, The Devil All the Time, a few animated films, In the Heart of the Sea."

"Oh! The British one?" Recognition crossed his features.

"Yes! That one. Okay so, this is an interview of him..."

"Okay?" Bucky was more confused now than any other point of the night.

"Playing with puppies!" You're mouth dropped open in a wide smile, clearly excited about even the idea of puppies.

"I think I understand this one without even watching the video." he laughed, laying back with you to watch.

"You can't have pitbulls in England?" Bucky was affronted.

"I know. It's so sad." You pouted, still staring at the puppies on the screen.

"I have actually always thought puppies smell really good." He easily commented, agreeing with the famous actor.

"I know, Buck. I know." You shook your head playfully.

"Twinkies are pretty gross, he's not wrong." It was your turn to comment on his answers.

"I see your point." Bucky agreed as well.

"I definitely understand why this one makes you happy." Bucky smiled, kissing you on the cheek. "You know, he kind looks like Peter."

"I mean, maybe a little." You shrugged moving on to the next thing on your list.

"Still in the realm of entertainment, I've got some music for you." You knew Bucky was going to pout here.

"Doll, you know I'm just fine listening to my 40s music and calling it a day."

"Yes, but this is my list and you have agreed to be subjected to it." You queued up a few songs. "The first one, again, just makes me smile. I babysat a lot when I was younger, and there's something about this theme song that really hits different."

"Hits different?" Bucky stared at you like you had two heads.

"Yep. Just listen."

I was a girl in the village doing alright, then I became a princess overnight. Now I gotta figure out how to do it right, so much to learn and see.

You bobbed your head, mouthing the words as the theme song to Sofia the First played.

"I don't get this one." He figured honesty was the best policy.

"You say that now, but a week from now... You'll be singing it while you punch a bad guy in the face." You deadpanned, earning a laugh.

"Okay! Actual songs now." You took a deep breath, tring to prepare for his rejection. "Taylor Swift."

"Taylor Swift?" He repeated, waiting for you to say something else.

"To quote one of my favorite tik toks I've ever seen... 'If you don't like a single Taylor Swift song, I'm taking a crowbar, and I'm propping open your chest to see what's powering that thing in there, because it's not a heart.'"

"That's a bit extreme, don't you think." He eyed you cautiously.

"No. It's true. Her discography is so versatile, everyone can find at least one song they like." Your playful mood from earlier was still present, but hidden behind a slightly threatening glare.

"Which song are you going to play for me?" He was honestly nervous to hear it.

"Actually, you can pick. This playlist is songs of hers that make me smile, so pick whichever one you want." You smiled, eager to see his choice.

He scrolled through the playlist, reading each title carefully.

"Okay, You Are In Love or New Year's Day?" He asked your opinion.

"Both good choices, why those two?" You eyed him curiously.

"Well, You Are In Love because that's how I feel about you and New Years Day because you put it last in the playlist, so I know it must be one of your favorites."

You couldn't hide the way his words made you smile if you tried.

"I love you so much." You kissed him quickly. "Go with New Year's Day, I think it will resonate with you a bit more."

He smiled, tapping the screen gently to play the song.

The two of you remained quiet through the song, just enjoying the soft melody and storytelling.

"Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere." He quoted when the song ended.

"I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and your crawling home." You sang softly in response.

He cleared his throat. "I think I understand this one."

"I'm glad. I mean, it obviously doesn't have to be Taylor Swift, but everyone should have at least one song that makes them smile." You leaned into his embrace, enjoying the time spent together.

"What else have you got for me, Doll?" He held you close.

"Two more things. Here." You handed him two slightly sticky balls.

"What the hell is this?" He laughed, prying the toy from his metal hand.

"Throw it at the ceiling." He did as he was told, following your lead.

"Friday, can you turn off the lights?" You asked the AI.

"Of course, Ms. L/N."

The two of you were quickly shrouded in darkness. The balls you had thrown at the ceiling were glowing.

"How do we get them down?" Bucky whispered, his voice matching the darkness of the room.

"Just wait..." You stared at the ceiling, waiting a few seconds before the balls began to fall.

"So you just throw it and catch it?" Bucky questioned, again following your lead.

"Yep! It's weirdly relaxing after a long day." You smiled, catching and throwing the neon balls over and over again.

"You're absolutely right." He laughed, catching the blue ball before it could hit him in the face. "Especially just laying in the dark."

"Exactly! I'll go get the last thing, you can keep going." You pressed a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen. You tossed a few stuffed animal heating pads into the microwave.

While they were heating up, you grabbed yours and Bucky's water bottles to fill up with the fridge filter.

The beep sounded, indicating you could grab the animals and head back to Bucky.

"I'm back!" You called softly as you closed the door again. The room was still dark, causing you to turn on the lights. Bucky was frantically catching and throwing all four balls.

"It's a bit less relaxing when you've got to keep track of so many." He laughed as one fell and stuck to his elbow.

"Yeah, more like a game then." You smiled, happy to see him having so much fun.

"So, what's the last thing?"

You held up a bright yellow duck and an equally bright green frog.

"Stuffed animals? Doll, how old do you think I am?" He laughed lightheartedly.

"They're not just stuffed animals. They're also heating pads." You smiled, handing the duck to Bucky.

"What do you do with it?" He questioned.

"Men." You couldn't help but mumble it under your breath. "Well, after a mission, when you're feeling sore you can cuddle with one of these and it helps soothe the ache."

"Really? Nothing else you've shown me has been this practical." He chuckled again.

"That is true, but the fact that it's a stuffed frog makes me happy, even after the worst day."

"I guess you have a point." He pulled the duck close to his body, snuggling with it. "I like cuddling with you better." He pouted.

"I like cuddling with you too Bucky. Promise." You turned to face him, holding the frog to your chest with one arm.

"Thank you for sharing all this with me. I honestly don't remember the last time I smiled this much." He looked at you fondly, still smiling.

"Me either. There is one more thing that makes me really happy, though." You whispered.

"Yeah, what's that?" He watched you eagerly, waiting for the last thing.

"You." You watched his smile grow. "Even just spending ten seconds with you makes me happy after a totally shit day."

"Y/N, you make me happier than anyone I've ever met, Steve included." He joked. "I love you so much. More than I ever thought I could love someone."

"I love you too. So, so much." You rested your head on his chest, cuddling as close as the stuffed frog allowed. "Goodnight, Bucky." You whispered softly, eyes already falling closed.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, sighing contently.

"Goodnight my love."

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volleychumps · 4 years

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HIIIII!!! I just read your latest hcs and i was screaming when akaashi gave the reader his jacket :(((( i was hoping to put in a request for headcanons about the different captains giving the reader their jacket? The concept just has me so fuckin soft :))) i completely understand if you don't want to do it!!!!

I hope you enjoy, thank you for your support!!

Haikyuu Captains Giving their Crush their Jacket

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Daichi

- “Do you always lock up by yourself? What if you get mugged or something?” “...why would I get mugged, we live in the countryside.”

- “Wow Daichi, I was just trying to care, no need for saSs.”

- Sweatdrops when you push off the wall to walk ahead of him, causing him to release a deep chuckle as he jogs up to your side

- “are you actually mad right now?”

- “I don’t know. There’s a taiyaki stand over there. Totally unnecessary information.” You pout a little as Daichi shakes his head, an amused smile tickling the corner of his lips as he makes the turn to greet the old lady running the stand.

- “Three please.” You hop a little in place in excitement when Daichi hands you the one filled with red-bean, the warm pastry sending tinges of heat to your skin as you look at the other two questioningly

- “...you like both flavors.” you fail to notice the flush to his cheeks as you grin brightly. “You’re forgiven!”

- chuckles, knowing you were never really mad in the first place as the two of you continue the walk home, casting glances at your giddy figure as you bite into the pastry

-suddenly frowns, noticing the thin material of your school uniform being your only coverage as you grasp at the taiyaki for warmth

- “You don’t have a coat?”

- You still, blinking in realization. Slowly, you turn to smile sheepishly at Daichi as he fights the urge to palm his face

- “How do you forget? In the middle of winter?”

- “Maybe it was your sass?”

- scoffs a little as he stops, turning so he’s facing you.

-He gives you a stern look as he moves to set his bag down on the side of the road, you blinking in confusion as the second taikyaki is suddenly being pressed against your lips

- “Bite.”

-Your look of confusion continues as you take the taiyaki in your mouth, the other remaining half-eaten in your hand as the other is holding your bag

- ignores your protests around the taiyaki as he slips his own coat off, looking down at you amusedly as he wraps it around your shoulders, the warmth and his scent embracing you immediately

- takes the taiyaki and your bag from your hands, eyes stern with a playful smile on his lips “Now put your arms in the sleeves.”

- the heat rushes to your cheeks at how large the coat was around you, and the heat intensifies when Daichi steps forward to zip it up for you all the way up to your chin

- You give him a look, what about you?

- leans forward to take a bite of the taiyaki hanging out of your mouth, chewing as he looks down at your shocked figure in slight amusement

- “This is warm enough.”

- Daichi you smooth fucker

Kuroo

- “Oi, be quiet. She’s asleep.” “You’re just saying that cause you like her-” “LEV shut up-” “You never care when I’m sleeping!”

- the whole bus freezes as you stir slightly in your sleep before relaxing again, allowing the team to sigh in relief as Kuroo glares at the tall Russian boy, who bows his head in apology to your sleeping figure

- “Kuroo, come switch places with me.” “What? Kenma, why?” “You’ve literally been looking over here like a puppy that lost its’ owner for the past hour.”

- scoffs, sputtering that Kenma was talking nonsense before agreeing immediately

-omg what a nerd

- nervously sits next to you, rigid in his seat as your eyes suddenly open and your neck lifts from its spot on the window, a look of irritation on your face

- “Shoot, did I wake you up?” You blink in a daze at the captain in the seat next to you, still half-asleep as your head plops down on the raven-haired boys shoulder

- “Sorry, do you mind? The window’s killing my neck.”

- Kuroo.exe has crashed

- “Nope! Nope, no not at all!”

- “Ahah what a siMp-” “Yaku don’t ruin this for him.”

- before he can death glare his team, he notices how cold your skin was from the arm that grazed his, quirking an eyebrow as he takes into account the slight trembling of your fingers

-ah. you were right under the AC.

- moves as slowly as he can to reach down into his duffel before emerging with his own jacket “(Y/N)?”

- “mm...yes?”

- “Can you sit up real quick for me?”

- holds his breath, thinking you look absolutely adorable as you sit up in a stupor, following his demand half-asleep as he manages to slip his jacket over your shoulders, allowing you to relax back into the seat and onto his shoulder

- “Better?”

- “Much.” he literally feels his breath hitch when you smile a little up at him. “You’re so warm.”

-you cuddle closer, causing Kuroo to become a blushing mess as he nervously wraps an arm around you

- “...he doesn’t care that much when I’m sleeping-” “Lev, literally no one cares”

Oikawa

- “Y/N if it’s too cold don’t eat it.” “don’t tell me what to do.”

- watches in slight amusement as you take a big bite of your anmitsu as if trying to prove a point, your eyes challenging as the dessert sweetens your mouth.

- “Cold?” A knowing smirk tickles the corner of his lips as he takes a sip of his hot coffee, knowing damn well eating ice cream in the middle of winter was a bad idea

- but you were stubborn. he liked that about you.

-before you can shake your head no vigorously, a sudden ache comes over your head, numbing it slightly as a whine slips your lips

-pretty bitch bursts out laughing through a barrage of I told you so’s, laughing receding when he sees the pout on your lips

- “you got a little something...here.” You cant fight the blush on your cheeks when his thumb swipes at the ice cream on the corner of your lip, swatting it away lightly

- “Stop. I’m not a kid.”

- “you’re right. Even kids admit when they’re wrong.”

- “what kids have you been talking to?”

- before he can retort to your witty reply, you visibly shiver from the coldness of the dessert, feeling another headache come on before Oikawa clicks his tongue

- Pretty boy stands from his seat across from you to slip his own coat over his shoulders, causing the other customers in the shop to glance over

- “my, it must be nice to be young.”

- “Oikawa...people are getting the wrong idea” when you try to slip it off, he clicks his tongue a second time before slipping it on again, fastening the clasp just below the chin so it’ll stay

- “And what if I want them to get the wrong idea?” His hands rest on your shoulders momentarily as your head tilts back to meet the eyes of your friend, brimmed with confusion

-“what-?”

-hoe wipes the ice cream from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, putting it in his mouth afterward as you become a stuttering mess

-smirks down at your flushed expression, feeling coldness on his tongue as his chest pounds with anticipation

- “you heard me.”

Bokuto (Scarf, not jacket...oop)

- “It’s freezing outside, y/n!” “Bokuto, for the umpteenth time, I’m fine. I have layers, see?”

- guiltily can’t tear his eyes away from your form as you try to stop yourself from shivering, arms wrapped tightly around your figure as you remain seated to the bench for the bus.

-“this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have messed the bus times up.”

- puts his head in his hands as he chuckles humorlessly, feeling depressed that his attempt at a hang-out that could possibly be a date blows up in his face. It was now ten pm, and the perfect day had been ruined by the cold weather and his jumbled bus times.

- before he can enter a fit of depression, your surprisingly warm hands place themselves on his cheeks as you look at him with a stern tinge to your pupils

- “Don’t blame yourself. This weather is the problem.”

- nervously leans into your palms, noting how nice your hands felt against his skin before he suddenly brightens, starting to slip his scarf off

- “Akaashi’s gonna be here in ten minutes, you don’t have-” you stop immediately when Bokuto’s smile dims, snapping your mouth shut before nodding, giving him the go ahead to wrap his scarf around your neck

- becomes excited, and surprisingly gentle when his fingers graze your skin as he slips the warm cloth around your neck

- freezes, holding both ends of the scarf in either of his hands when he sees your embarrassed expression before swallowing back the lump of nervousness in his throat

- “Are you warm?”

- “...yeah.”

- smiles brightly as he presses his forehead against yours, causing you to gulp a little as Bokuto had pulled you closer by both ends of the scarf, your noses brushing

- “Bokuto-” “Just for a little.”

- chuckles when he feels the skin of your forehead flare up even more in embarrassment, his fingertips grazing yours as you sat centimeters away from the most loving man on a bus bench

- “Just a little longer, okay?”

- “Okay.”

Ushijima

- “Do you have a cold or somethin’?” “Tendou you were just bullying me earlier, don’t pretend like you care.” “I’m just showing my affection for our lovely manager!”

- daddy ushijima blinks when you sneeze into your elbow a second time, face betraying no emotion as he stalls his walking pace to meet yours as you trail into the gym with the rest of the team

- “Are you...okay?”

- Hesitant baby can’t show emotion what a cutie

- “The weather’s all it is. I can’t be worrying our star player at a time like this, so don’t worry, okay?” Your bright smile is a vivid contrast to the slight paleness of your skin, causing Ushijima to become analytical as he crosses his arms, standing in front of you

- “It’s okay if you’re not.”

- “And it’s okay if you get out on the court and get our team another win!” You spin him by his shoulders, slightly surprised he was letting you, before giving him a little push

- “Good luck!”

- glances back at you as if he was hesitating before following your command, Tendou, who had stayed behind, whistling lowly

- “He literally never listens to anyone but the coach.” The sly redhead draws up to you, smirking before starting his pace to follow his best friend. “Why are you so special?”

- “Tendou, I have full control over your training schedule, don’t push it.”

- “Mean~”

- can’t stop glancing over at you while on the court, noticing how you were trying your best to hide your sneezes and coughs as quietly as you can before he can’t take it anymore

- so when the next time out hits, Ushijima is standing in front of your position on the bench as you scribble down on your clipboard, his team jacket with its’ #1 hanging from his grip loosely

- you sweat drop as the whole Shiratorizawa team seems to be looking on at what was happening, ignoring Tendou’s shit-eating grin “what’s up?”

- silent for awhile, making you wait in slight anticipation for the usually stoic, talented boy. His arms move to wrap said jacket around your shaking form, kneeling down afterwards to zip it up as your face flushes

- Now at eye-level, he meets you with an even stare. “Go to the nurse. I’ll come see you after.”

- As you stutter out of embarrassment asking him why, he glances back as he walks back on to the court. “You told me to not be worried.”

- You groan, listening to Tendou’s laugh as your face seems to heat up more in your hands. From fever or feelings, you couldn’t tell.

- “So that’s why you’re special.”

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jimmys-zeppelin · 3 years

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ghostin'

chapter ten

(table of contents)

(chapter nine)

april 3, 1976

help me

Ellie tried keeping her mind off of her potential situation after she got back home. As soon as she landed, she was at the doctor's office getting her blood drawn. The doctor said she'd have her results on Monday.

She observed how Jimmy had been acting in the 12 hours they were together before she left after their night out. It wasn't that he was on-edge, but he was definitely a little less than comfortable. And that was an understandable reaction considering how unexpected all this was.

She was separating, folding, and putting clothes away from her suitcase when the doorbell rang an incessant amount of times. Ellie knew it could only be one person with the insistence in which the doorbell rang.

The bell only stopped when Ellie finally yanked the door open, "Andrew, what the hell!" she joked. The dark-haired man nearly screamed with delight and engulfed the blonde in a hug.

"God, that was the longest fucking three weeks of my life! How was it? How'd it go? Did you break some beds?"

Ellie held her mouth agape for a second before laughing and ushering the man inside. He followed her back upstairs as they spoke, "No beds were broken, contrary to popular belief. But it went great. Jimmy said Charlotte really liked me after we stopped by a second time. And his daughter is so sweet."

"So you're cool with the family! Awesome. Now you know you'll probably be seeing more of them. Try not to catch the baby fever, though."

Ellie chuckled dryly at the statement, "You might be a little late on that one, Andrew."

"Listen, kids are cute, but when you actually have to take care of them, it's a hassle. Wait till you're old and wrinkly and you've already lived."

Her heart sank in her chest, would her life really be slowed down that drastically by a baby?

"El, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Can we not talk about babies right now?" She asked, pinching the bridge of her nose and crumpling up a shirt she had been holding, tossing it into her dirty clothes pile quite aggressively.

"Uh, oh. Seems like I hit a nerve. Did Jimmy say anything to you about having kids?"

"No, not exactly. He wasn't opposed to it. I just—I don't want to think about kids right now. Can we talk about something else?"

"Okay, fine I won't budge," he said, throwing his hands up in surrender before stammering in an attempt to find a new topic to talk about, "what was the house like?"

"It was beautiful. Huge. Like imagine my house but like ten times bigger. I know he doesn't need all those bedrooms."

"You two should've had sex in all of the rooms. A new room every night." Andrew said, almost excited at the prospect.

"What is it with your obsession in my sex life? Aren't you getting some?"

"It's a little hard for my scene of people, Ellie. And plus, it's not my fault your boyfriend is a total looker. I don't know how you don't just stare at him all day."

Ellie chuckled at the comment, "Well we did have a morning that we spent in bed. It was nice."

"You're keeping something from me. Ellie, we don't keep secrets."

"What do you—" Ellie tried to play off, only to enter a stare-down with her best friend. She kept eye contact for as long as she could before the dryness made her scrunch her eyes shut. "Fine! I am keeping something from you."

"And it is....?"

"I can't tell you just yet. But I will say one thing, I'm extremely worried about Jimmy. I walked into his office the other day because I was looking for something and there were just bottles. And drugs. All over the desk."

"What kind of drugs?" Andrew asked, leaning in.

Ellie folded up a skirt, putting it away in her drawer before answering, "heroin and coke."

"Heroin? I hear that shit is wack if you take too much. Was he shooting it?"

"He'd done at least three. He was completely zooted. Out of his mind. His arm looked like an inexperienced nurse trying to find a vein. Andrew, it was horrible."

"Oh, God. I can only imagine. I'm sorry, babe. What did he say when you saw him?"

"He didn't say anything. I got kind of mad at him afterwards because he knows I get worried when he uses the stuff. He tried to butter me up and say sorry, but I just kinda brushed him off."

"Aw, Ellie. Do you wanna go out tonight; get your mind off it?"

"I don't know...I don't really wanna drink this weekend."

"We don't have to drink." He shrugged.

Ellie eyed him suspiciously, "since when does 'going out' not consist of drinking?"

"I heard Queen's still in town. We could try to look for 'em. Maybe I can get Freddie to sign my chest." Andrew said, stroking his chest sensually.

"You sound like a groupie." she chuckled.

"Listen, you're the famous one, not me. I can be as whorish as I want."

With a roll of her eyes, Ellie picked up her hamper, walking off to the laundry room with it to get started on her clothes.

☆

Later that evening, after Andrew had gone home, Ellie picked up the phone. She held it in her hand for a second before hanging up the receiver. Looking at the clock, the blonde noticed it was only 6pm. A drive would be nice. She thought to herself.

Grabbing her sunglasses and a coat—it was unusually cold for April—and took her keys from the table by the front door as she made her way over to her car.

Deciding she'd go down to West Hollywood and stop at her manager's office, Ellie took the long way and chose to take her time while driving.

Turning on the radio, she just caught the beginning of "Help Me" by Joni Mitchell. She turned the volume a bit louder and relaxed against the driver's seat; letting the California sun hit her face and a slight breeze come in through the window. She forgot about everything that'd been on her mind as she drove down the highway, taking in the music and bobbing her head along to the beat.

Taking a turn onto Santa Monica Boulevard, Ellie observed the tons of stores and people that littered the sidewalk. As she slowed to a stop at a red light, she took a look across the street to find a particular head of bleach-blond hair. Rolling down the window some more and pulling her sunglasses down, Ellie's suspicions were confirmed.

"Roger!" She exclaimed without thinking. Her heart dropped to her ass at the realization that she'd just publicly yelled at someone she'd only met twice before. "Shit." she whispered under her breath.

"Ellie?" Roger asked in response. He was visibly leaning over and lowering his own sunglasses to be able see the singer inside her car.

"I thought you went back home!" Ellie said, nervously glancing between Roger and the stoplight.

"No! I hung around! The guys went back home," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets, "I've been calling you!"

"I've been away! I should've told you! I just got back!"

Another glance at the light.

"Can I call you later?"

"Sure!" Ellie exclaimed when the loud blaring of a car horn behind her caused her to jump in her seat. She waved a quick goodbye to Roger before going on her way. It wasn't until she caught her breath that she realized she'd been holding it. She shook her head and took another deep breath, continuing down the street.

☆

"Carolyn'll see you now." The receptionist said. Ellie stood up, now with her coat and sunglasses off, she felt a bit more at ease. She said a quick thank you to the receptionist before letting herself into the office.

"Ellie! Sit down, babe." Carolyn said cheerfully. "You said April 1st."

"I got a little caught up in some personal stuff."

"I hope nothing too bad. You didn't overdo it on the blow did you?"

"No, no. I promise, Care. That's one thing you'll never have to worry about with me."

"I better not. Don't need you dying on me or anything. How was your trip?"

"It was great! Jimmy and I got some alone time, it was nice. I met his daughter. Absolute sweetheart."

"You didn't get knocked up, did you?" Carolyn asked, furrowing her brows at her.

Ellie practically jumped in her seat, her eyes widened, "No! I don't—why would you—?"

"Oh my God, you got knocked up didn't you? You were there for barely three weeks, Ellie!"

"I have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow. I'll call you as soon as I can to let you know how it went. I just don't want to think about it right now." Ellie sighed, not wanting to think about her worst fears for another second.

"Fine. Let's see if the record company needs anything from you." Carolyn replied, flipping through a notebook that was sitting on her desk before looking back up at her, "I need you to get a song out, or even an album. Tell me you did something other than screw around with your boyfriend on your trip."

"I started a song, then I kind of abandoned it when I had an idea for a different one...it's a bit personal so it'll definitely be on the slower side, I think." Ellie explained.

"Got a name?"

"Uhh, it doesn't have one yet."

"Is it finished?"

"Nearly."

"Alright, well. Finish it by this week and we can get you in the studio in two weeks."

"I'll try." Ellie replied.

☆

Ellie sat hunched over her songbook scribbling a few words down and crossing out others. She chewed on her pencil, staring at her thoughts on the page. The blonde hadn't thought about the song she'd written while at Jimmy's house in a while.

Trying to hum out the tune she'd created, Ellie was about to run and grab her guitar upstairs when the phone rang; this stopping her in her tracks. Detouring to the phone, she quickly picked it up off the receiver, "Hello?"

"Ellie?" the man on the other line asked, his voice identifiable immediately as Roger's.

"Hi, Roger." she said, the smile on her face audible in her voice.

"Hey, how've you been?" he asked. "You went missing for a bit there."

"Yeah, I'm doing okay, I went to England with Jimmy for a few weeks. He played host for me for once." She joked, twirling the phone cord in her fingers.

"Oh wow, was it your first time?"

"No, not at all. I go back to visit him quite often, actually. When I'm not busy, of course."

"Right, right. Uhhh, listen, I was about to grab a bite to eat. Did you want to come with me by any chance? Unless you've eaten already, then it's a redundant question." Roger added quickly to the end of his invitation.

Ellie hesitated at her answer, although she didn't know why, "...Sure! Yeah, I was just gonna wind up making some macaroni and cheese anyway, so, I guess it's better to go get an...actual meal." She replied. Her answer was painfully awkward and she physically cringed at her response.

"Okay, great! So I'll come by in a few to pick you up. Say, 8:30 ish, if that's okay with you?"

She glanced at the clock, 7:55pm. "Yeah, that's fine. I'll see you then!"

The two said their goodbyes and hung up. Then, when Ellie started on her way upstairs—again—the phone rang again. It was Roger, realizing he'd never asked for her address. They had a laugh about it before Ellie told him the information and she went to get ready.

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lets-just-daydream · 4 years

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let's go to the beACH, BEACH… - where Trish firmly believes that in a cute swimsuit, you will have Bruno's undivided attention

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"Come on, it'll be great! We'll have the best time and it's been so long since we got a break like this," Trish gushed, picking a swimsuit off the rack.

"I don't know… I don't know about me in just a swimsuit around the rest of the team," you fretted.

"Don't overthink it! Look, try this one on, it'll look amazing on you," she offered.

You looked at the swimsuit on the hanger in Trish's hand warily.

"It's a bit revealing, don't you think?" you hesitated.

"That's the whole point! Bucciarati will absolutely drool over you. Please just try it on," Trish practically begged, shoving the swimsuit into your hands.

"Alright, alright. Wait here a sec," you said, taking the swimsuit and entering the change rooms.

You put the swimsuit on and looked over yourself in the mirror. You were still unsure about how you felt about it, but you would at least humor Trish. You unlocked the door to the change room and at the sound, she practically skipped over to you, obsessing about how amazing you looked, how it flattered your body and that if you weren't going to buy it, she would buy it for you and guilt you into wearing it to the beach tomorrow.

"Alright," you conceded with a sigh. "I'll buy this and wear it to the beach tomorrow."

"Yay!" she cheered.

"To get you off my back about it if nothing else!" you added haughtily.

"I still say it's a win!"

Tomorrow came around and you changed into your new swimsuit, unhappy with how you looked in it still. A soft knock pulled you from your thoughts and you quickly pulled a blanket around you before allowing entry.

"Are you almost ready?" Mista asked, poking his head through the door. "Hey, what's with the blanket?"

You furrowed your brow, pulling the blanket tighter around your body.

"Uhh, nothing," you mumbled. "I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay, we're just about ready and the cars are packed. Let's go!" Mista left you and shut the door behind him.

You dropped the blanket and it pooled around your ankles. With a sigh, you pulled on some shorts and a beachy top over your swimsuit and donned the rest of your gear, heading downstairs to meet up with the rest of the gang.

"Okay! We've got the shade and the volleyball net," Mista checked off as Abbacchio and Fugo loaded drinks and snacks into the car.

"Wow, this beach day is a whole affair, huh?" you asked.

"Totally!" Narancia answered. "It's been ages since we've done something fun like this."

"And with any due luck, you'll catch the Capo's eye," Trish whispered to you with a wink.

The thought of your boss seeing you in the swimsuit you were currently wearing under your clothes sent an uncomfortable heat through your body. Trish was the only person who knew about your little crush and she had kept your secret, which you appreciated.

"Alright are we all good to go?" Bucciarati asked, doing a quick head count.

Everyone nodded and cheered, loading into the cars. Trish led you to the passenger side of the car that Bucciarati was driving and you gave her a glare that she returned with an innocent smile as she took a seat in the back next to Mista.

The drive wasn't long, but being seated next to your Capo in short shorts and a revealing beachy top was a little too much for you to handle. You glanced at Trish through your mirror and she gave you a cheeky waggle of her eyebrows and made a gesture at her own chest and gave you a thumbs up. You rolled your eyes and Mista nudged Trish, asking what she was doing. She replied with a laugh and whispered something back in his ear. You worried for a moment that she had told him about your feelings for Bucciarati but at the lack of outburst from Mista, you figured you were in the clear.

You finally arrived at the beach, you took in a breath and the smell of the ocean air put you in a state of ease. Maybe today would be fun.

"The ocean air is beautiful, isn't it?" Bucciarati said, standing beside you.

"It is," you agreed, chewing at the inside of your lip. "Let me help you unload the car."

You pulled a cooler full of drinks out of the car and rolled it down to where the rest of the gang had set up a shade and Narancia was setting up a volleyball net with the assistance of Giorno.

Everything was set up and drinks were cracked, music was playing and you had the whole beach to yourself.

"Hey, come for a swim with me," Trish suggested, linking her arm through yours.

"Oh, er, no thanks," you stammered.

"Aw, come on!"

"Maybe later," you replied.

"I'll come for a swim with you," Mista said, stripping his shirt off and bounding over next to Trish. She nodded and pondered for a second as you set up a towel to sunbathe and enjoy the sun. She rummaged through her bag and produced a bottle of sunscreen, tossing it at you.

"Don't wanna get sunburnt," she warned before departing with Mista to enjoy the waves.

"Yeah, yeah," you mumbled, enjoying the sun on your back.

"Trish is right," Bucciarati said, kneeling beside you. "Would you like some help applying sunscreen to your shoulders?"

You froze for a moment and gulped. When did you get this way around Bucciarati? You couldn't pinpoint when he went from your boss to a crush but the bloom in your chest as Bucciarati opened the cap with a click rose.

"Thanks," was all you could manage.

"Take your shirt off. If you decide to go for a swim, you'll be ready to go," Bucciarati suggested.

"Oh, good point," you mumbled.

You hesitated for a moment before reaching for the bottom of your shirt with shaky hands and pulling it over your head. You glanced over at Trish who was splashing around with Mista - she did take note of the scene unfolding between you and Bucciarati and gave you a sly thumbs up before dunking under the waves.

A sudden coolness snapped your focus back to your current predicament; your boss applying sunscreen to your shoulders. Bucciarati's hands gliding across your sunscreened skin felt like what dreams were made of. You were sure your face was red, and not because of the hot day.

"Ah, all done!" Bucciarati said, handing you the bottle.

"Thanks," you replied.

You paused for a moment and decided you were halfway there, you may as well go all the way. You stood and unbuttoned your shorts. You're at the beach! What would be so wrong in enjoying it to the fullest? You slid your shorts down, now only in your swimsuit and you sunscreened your legs up, unaware of Bucciarati watching you intently.

You glanced at Abbacchio relaxing with a drink in hand, Fugo who was reading and Giorno and Narancia who were volleying the volleyball to each other over the net.

"I might go for a walk along the shore," you said, standing and stretching.

"Oh, that sounds nice, may I join you?" Bucciarati asked.

"S-sure," you stuttered.

Bucciarati walked beside you, taking in the sea, sun and laughter of his team. The laughter faded into the distance as the two of you walked in silence, the crashing of the waves filling your ears.

"I'm glad everyone's happy to be out here today," Bucciarati finally said.

"Yeah, seems like everyone needed a break," you replied.

"And what about you? You haven't been yourself lately. Is something on your mind?" Bucciarati asked.

'Wow, straight to the point,' you thought to yourself. Was that why he wanted to walk with you?

"Yeah, I'm fine," you hummed. "But what do you mean I haven't been myself?"

Bucciarati paused, trying to think of the right words to say.

"Well, you've been a bit cold towards me lately. We used to laugh and enjoy each other's company. It feels like you're avoiding me and I can't help but wonder why. Am I being too hard on you? Are you faring alright with the missions I've been giving you?"

You blinked for a moment, the salty sea wind whipping your hair around and you felt a sudden chill. You weren't quite sure how to respond to your Capo.

'No that's not what it is. The problem is that I like you!' you begged yourself to say. But you couldn't find the courage to do so. At your lack of response, Bucciarati hummed and continued walking.

"Look, cave up ahead!" he pointed out. "Shall we go explore it? You never know, we might find treasure," he added with a wink.

Back at the set-up, Trish and Mista stepped out of the water for some drinks and to dry off a little.

"Oh, where'd they go?" Trish asked, unscrewing a bottle of water.

"For a walk," Fugo replied, not looking up from his book.

"A walk?" Mista asked. "They can do that anywhere, why at the beach?"

"Maybe he's finally going to make a move and end this awful tension," Abbacchio replied.

At that, everyone let out a laugh and bantered at what shenanigans you and Bucciarati might be up to at that moment.

"This cave is huge," you said, staring at the entrance in awe.

"Mmm," Bucciarati affirmed.

He was distracted, as if something was weighing on his mind. Had he misread the situation? Was he wrong in thinking that you had romantic feelings towards him? It didn't feel like you did. Your answers with him were short and far between and it gave him an uneasy feeling.

As the two of you climbed into the cave, you slipped and lost your footing. Before you hit the ground, Bucciarati caught you and held you in place, one hand around your waist and his other arm around your shoulders.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his face much too close to yours.

"I am, thanks to you," you breathed.

Bucciarati's breath ghosted on your lips and you gulped, unable to break his gaze.

You were suddenly very conscious of his hands on your skin and how easy it would be to lean up and kiss him.

"Maybe we should head back now," you suggest, correcting your posture and pulling away from him.

"Wait," Bucciarati said a little too quickly, causing you to stop in your tracks.

"What is it?" you whispered.

"I don't… want to go back yet," he stammered, boldly taking your hands in his.

You weren't sure where to look, your eyes traced his face briefly, then down his toned chest and you eventually landed on your hands in his. Bucciarati seemed to be in the same dilemma, blushing when his gaze lingered too long at your exposed skin.

"Bucciarati…" you started.

He sighed, "this is the last time I'm going to tell you. Call me Bruno, please."

"Bruno," you breathed. "What are you doing?"

"Would you trust me if I said I don't know, but it feels right?" he asked.

"You sound like you're in a cheesy movie," you said with a laugh, your face burning up.

Bucciarati pursed his lips and looked away, unable to meet your curious gaze.

"I like your swimsuit," he said quietly. "It's cute."

You blushed and made a move to shield your body from his gaze, not wanting to bring further attention to the lack of clothing you were wearing.

"Don't hide from me," he said, taking your hands in his once again.

He stepped forward and you noticed the dusting of pink on his cheeks and the uncharacteristic trembling of your usually confident boss' body.

"Why have you been so cold towards me?" he asked, vulnerability in his voice.

You traced your hand up Bucciarati's arm and landed on the crook of his neck.

"I… I don't mean to be," you whispered.

You drew soft circles into his skin with your thumb and he let out a soft groan, a small smile threatening to break through his features.

"The truth is…" you hesitated, your heart racing as Bucciarati stared at you intently. "I like you."

Bucciarati sighed, closing his eyes. You took his reaction as rejection and dropped your hand from his neck.

"I know it's inappropriate, and you don't feel the same way, but I couldn't let you think that I was upset with you."

"Oh," Bucciarati said.

"You're my boss and I would hate to put you in a compromising position," you continued. "So I'm going to head back to the group, and we can forget this conversation ever happened."

Grabbing your wrist before you could escape, Bucciarati held you in place, his head low.

"I feel the same for you," Bucciarati whispered.

At his confession, you looked up at him and saw no insincerity in his eyes.

"You're not just saying that are you?" you asked. "Just to make me feel better?"

"No, I would never," Bucciarati breathed.

You both stood in silence, listening to the waves crash against the cave.

"Would you like to go for a swim?" Bucciarati asked. "I feel a little hot."

You said nothing, instead choosing to nod and you left Bucciarati out of the cave and out to the water, his hand still around your wrist. You stepped into the water and looked back at Bucciarati, beckoning him into the water.

He thought you were a sight to behold, the sun hit the drops of water on your skin, and you seemed to glisten. He couldn't help himself and pulled your body flush against his, running his finger along your bottom lip.

"You are so beautiful," he breathed. "And that swimsuit," he added, groping at the fabric under the water.

You blushed, mentally thanking Trish for her insistence on the swimsuit. You knew if she could see you now skin on skin against Bucciarati, she'd be going mad.

With the sun beating down on you, Bucciarati's skin on yours and his hand against the skin where your swimsuit met the back of your thigh, you couldn't contain the burst of emotions inside you.

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to Bucciarati's lips. The salt from the sea air and the softness of his lips put you under a dizzying spell and you couldn't help the moan that escaped you. Spurred on by you, Bucciarati held you tighter and deepened the kiss as a soft groan slipped out of him.

"Hey, get a room you two!" Mista yelled from the shore, Trish by his side giggling like a schoolgirl.

Bucciarati pulled back, embarrassed to be caught by his subordinates locking lips with you.

"Finally!" Trish trilled, clapping with joy. "You guys were taking a while so we thought we'd come see where you were up to. So sorry to have interrupted."

"Let's go and leave these love-birds," Mista said to Trish, leading her back to where they came from.

You and Bucciarati watched as they disappeared from sight.

"Were they talking about us taking long on our walk or taking long to… get together?" you asked.

"I have no idea," you answered, blushing. "And I don't know which is worse!"

Bucciarati chuckled and couldn't help pulling you in for another kiss.

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echo-three-one · 3 years

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Chapter 38

THE ROAD SO FAR

The EIGHT-Thirty Appointment

John 'Soap' MacTavish

London, UK

Following the events of Shepherd's surrender to authorities, the members of Task Force 141 who went rogue in pursuit of him had been exonerated from treason. This meant that from then on, life would be a little more 'normal'. No more hiding in public, no more lack of equipment, no more secret hiding areas.

This prompted Laswell to recreate the task force she once poured her heart on, with a few changes to its jurisdiction. With Ghost, Roach and Alexandra still recovering, the remaining members were invited to celebrate their success.

"So John, now that 141 is back your main focus will be Nero. Do you want the reassigned members back?" Laswell asked Price while they exited the building. Soap overheard this because he thought he was the John being called.

"If it's still okay and not much of a hassle, then yes." Price replied.

"What about Kyle?" Laswell added.

"No. Not yet. Just keep an eye on him." Price mused and turned to Soap, who quickly turned to focus back on Alex as he pushed his wheelchair.

"Excuse me, Captain Price. Can we talk for a moment?" Samantha interrupted as they stopped on their tracks. Alex turned out of curiosity, wondering what matter they were discussing.

"Hey hey hey. What was that about?" Alex asked Soap and France, who continued walking. Laswell turned to the next right as she already finished her conversation with Price, waving at Alex and the rest of the 141.

Soap chuckled at the CIA. This was about Samantha's surprise for him and he shouldn't spoil it.

"Well, with 141 back maybe she just wanted to know where she will be now. Nero no longer needs the IP Address and she's been through a lot." France reasoned, making Alex frown.

"You know… I want her safe and all but I also want her within my reach. I've lost her far too many times already. I'm not going to lose her again." Alex grumbled making Soap and France look at each other, their faces were worried at their sorry excuse.

"I think Samantha feels the same way too. Maybe she's bargaining for staying at 141." Soap lied, making France question him quietly.

"You know what, Alex? Don't overthink this." Soap tapped his shoulders reassuringly.

"Overthink what?" Samantha inserted. They fell quiet and Samantha slowly asked Soap to let her push Alex as they moved forward, Samantha being excited of what's next.

"Well, we did a great job. I guess." Soap quietly commented sarcastically, earning a soft elbow from France.

"Ow!" he exaggerated and turned to France, his face looked bewildered.

"Way to go, John." She sneered and followed the two on their way to their appointment, riding Soap's trusty jeep.

The drive to the surprise area consisted of mostly Soap and Francine acting like couples while they drove. Soap could see the two murmuring at each other whenever Soap would argue with France on whatever's going on in the road.

"I always wanted to try out some London restaurants." she mused, looking at the place they just passed by.

"Yeah? I could see you as the fancy kind." he chuckled at his guess.

"What does that mean?" France gave him a suspicious glare. Soap looked at her, feigning surrender.

"I just said it as is. You're the kind of person who would want fancy stuff." He explained, focusing back on the road.

"I-"

"Come on. You don't have to read everything I say between the lines. Sometimes, I'm just a simple man" he whined and Alex and Samantha burst out laughing, causing the two to be quiet.

"Are you sure there's nothing going on with you two?" Samantha asked, making the silence a little bit more awkward.

Soap carefully rolled his eyes toward Francine, who was actually looking down and blushing. He really had no definitive stance on whatever's going on between them, and if you ask him, he'd love to assume that they're already together. But he remembered that he told her that he'll be patient, and that's the only thing that's hindering him from taking her to the next level.

"Well…" Francine croaked, her voice was shaky and Soap was actually worried that she was already under pressure.

"We're here." Soap interrupted, wishing he did the right thing. Alex quickly looked outside to see where they actually were.

"What is this place, Soap? Where did you bring us?" Alex asked and Soap just nodded.

"I'll let your girl fill in everything for you. This was her idea after all and we're here to help her out." Soap replied as he assisted him to his wheelchair and watched the two enter the establishment.

He then knocked on Samantha's door as she was still out of focus.

"There's a coffee shop across the street, we could wait there until they finish." He invited her for another coffee date. Hopefully this time, there would be no more emp phone wielding persons to interrupt it.

"About Samantha's question…" She muttered.

"Don't pressure yourself about it. You actually owe me for saving you, by the way." He chuckled, already opening her door.

France slowly stepped down the vehicle and turned to Soap, her head looked up to his face.

"Look John. There's no other reason I can think of that would make you wait anymore. I really enjoy your company, your personality, and I'm curious about everything else about you. So, if you've been waiting all this time ever since that night, my answer is that I'm ready." She smiled, and John's eyes widened at the sight of her. The message made him hug her tight, lift her up and spin her around briefly while she giggled at the feeling.

"Wow. You don't know how much you made my day, France!" he sighed as he slowly set her down and closed the door and made their way to the coffee shop.

"I missed these so much!" France happily chewed on a slice of blueberry cheesecake, with a few crumbs stuck on the edge of her mouth. Soap smiled as she watched her enjoy the simple things in life, a thing he was always looking for in women.

Most of his dating life were his parents setting him up on business dates and most women there were far too serious. They looked like they haven't enjoyed anything in years. Some of them admittedly loved to have fun, but their idea of fun was far too complicated. Like expensive travels and luxurious shopping sprees, none of them piqued Soap's interest.

However, Francine was the first one who begged to differ. It's like every great idea in John's activity book is enjoyable for her. Simple things such as Netflix, Cinemas and even this coffee shop date, made her smile.

"What's funny?" Francine asked as she noticed the odd smile on his face.

"Oh nothing… you just looked cute eating that whole thing. It makes me want to buy a whole cake and watch you smile and eat that all day." he mused, imagining how things would've been if they weren't in public. He could've been tasting that cake from her mouth already.

He quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped off the crumbs as Francine blushed in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. I didn't notice it was there." she blushed shyly and looked down.

"Nah… why apologize. I was thinking you were hinting at me to kiss you. Like what most movies and cliché shows would mean." He scoffed and sipped on his coffee.

"Ha ha. Well you could try. As if I'd let you." She smiled bravely, but Soap could see her weakness behind that smile. She's raising her guard up again, and it's always like that when people are around.

"Wow. Umm that went differently." Soap commented, attempting to let France open up. This has been a common trend with her lately, toughening up when people are around but when they're alone, she's still strict but less tense.

"I'm sorry. It's just-" She hesitated and turned to the window.

"Say, how long would it take for them to finish?" She asked. Soap also turned to the building and shrugged.

"I don't know. Honestly, I'm excited for him. They make the best prosthetics around here and it'd make Alex's life easier. It'll look and weigh and bend like an actual leg." he said proudly as he turned to France who was looking at him weirdly.

"What?" he asked as he checked his phone which just beeped.

"Actually, they're almost done. And they're asking for an order. I'll just go get some for them, you stay here." He added, holding the thought, wiping his face and proceeded to the counter.

The reformed Task Force 141 would soon be back in business as papers were already approved by the board. They'll be situating themselves on American soil as their previous base was compromised by the traitorous General.

As for their last day on English soil, the rest of the team stayed in a penthouse condominium unit owned by the MacTavishes.

"Wow. This is top class!" Samantha mused as Alex plopped himself on the couch, his new leg quickly rested on the table. He's been in it for only a few hours but he already got the hang of it.

Samantha shot a glare at Alex's actions to which he shrugged on, prompting Soap to reply.

"Don't worry Samantha, make yourselves at home. We don't use this place anyway so help yourselves out. I promise it'll be fine." he eased as Samantha slowly plopped down beside him as Alex's arm rested on her shoulders. Soap actually wondered if he could do that to her too, get comfortable, open up, just normal stuff.

"I'll go get tea." he quickly said to himself as his imagination got the best of him as he walked to the kitchen. France quickly followed him to help out.

"Fancy place you got here, John. I wonder how many girls you've brought in here." She mused standing in front of him, helping with the teacups. Soap eyed her for a second and replied.

"Honestly, I can't count. I used to stay here when I studied and that was years ago." he replied as seriously as possible, looking at the changes on her face. She's actually jealous.

"Yeah. Figures. I saw your photos from earlier years. It was no doubt you'd have a lot of women over." She chuckled, nervously at it. Soap saw through her as she started to get curious about his life. A sign that she's ready to stop lowering her guard. Soap on the other hand, wanted her to feel special. Asking her out as soon as possible would make him come out as a desperate one, so he planned to do it the long traditional way. Which he actually despised, he would want to hug her so tight right now and it was already killing him.

"What about you? How many different rooms did you wake up to already?" he asked, changing the subject as she was already starting to feel bad about her question.

"Me?! Only a few. And most of them were owned by you. I've been very serious about my life choices that I never let myself loose." she sighed as Soap raised an eyebrow.

"Let loose? Like going out to parties?" He added.

"Yes. But broader. Like letting myself loose. I've always followed the path I wanted to be in, not letting any distractions bother me." she explained, blushing at it like it's a secret she was too shy to tell. Soap on the other hand, didn't quite get it.

"So you mean…" He tilted his head.

"Yes. Since birth, I never had a boyfriend." she looked down in embarrassment for the second time today.

Soap gulped. He didn't actually know how to respond to her statement. Sure he wanted to be the first one, but now wasn't the time. It would feel forced. And he wasn't a fan of forced relationships.

The kettle whistled and the two of them quickly responded to it as they both reached out for it, their hands met just by the handle.

"I'll take care of this one." She said as Soap slowly let go of her soft hands and watched her pour it on, carrying it to Samantha and Alex who were already giggling through a romcom.

"Way to go, John." he muttered to himself with a sigh as he ran his hand on his hair.

The day actually felt worse as France continued to remain quiet towards Soap as she invested herself on the television, third wheeling on Alex and Samantha.

Soap pondered about the words he chose to say to her and those he didn't over a steamy shower.

With the place having only two bedrooms, it was inevitable that France would sleep beside him but he also considered sleeping on the couch to respect her privacy or something like that.

As soon as he exited the bathroom, he saw France already tucked on her side of the bed, scrolling through her phone.

"Hey there." he muttered as she rolled her eyes to him and back to her phone.

"Hey." she said nonchalantly, her eyes dead focused on her screen. Soap quickly grabbed his nighttime clothes and slipped them on.

"Are you in any way excited for tomorrow?" he asked, trying to keep her from interacting with him.

"Yeah. A little." she said as she turned to him and smiled.

"Listen, about earlier today, in the kitchen..." he said.

"I'm not mad, John. I just wanted to say it out there so you could understand me."

"Tell me what you feel."

"Embarrassed."

"Why?"

"Because I looked like a fool earlier. When I told you I was ready and now I feel that you're the one who isn't. You told me you would wait but-" Soap placed his hand on her face, gently touching her cheek.

"France. You don't have to worry. You're still the one I'm thinking about every second. I just… wanted to do this the slow and steady way, where I would show off how worthy I am for you. I want you to enjoy the whole John MacTavish Experience." he smiled and she slowly turned her frown upside down.

Soap wanted to take a picture of that smile and plaster it all around the room as his heart started to pound like crazy, his face unknowingly moving closer to hers. They both started to close their eyes as they let their lips do the talking, but in a quiet and intimate way. Soap felt France's greed for his kiss as she slowly learned how to beg for more of him. It was true that she had no experience on these things but something told him that she's starting to learn some tricks herself.

Soap didn't hesitate to retaliate as she released a soft groan, a sign of her being content as her hands slowly grazed his arms, her thumb softly pressed his biceps, digging deeper as their tongues clashed. After a few more seconds, they both broke their kiss as they gasped for air.

"Yeah. Go sleep on the floor before we do something stupid." She giggled and Soap nodded in agreement as they quickly shuffled about, set their beds and called it a night.

Next Chapter - The SEVEN Inch Wound

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topsytervy · 3 years

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Book Lovers ~ Pope Heyward

Blurb: You have a crush on Pope and Pope has a crush on you. Your love for books brings you together.

Word Count: 3,376

Warnings: swearing, poorly written towards the end cause I'm bad at ending writings, probably spelling/grammar errors, I think thats it.

I started writing this as a whole bond over books thing and then it kind of got away from that a bit but not really I don't think.

Also, the way i was going back and forth between writing this and something Calum Hood related cause its his birthday and I love him was insane.

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You sat on the beach on a towel, a book in hand as the sounds of screams and waves filled the air.

Not too far away sat Pope, staring at you as JJ, John B and Kie surfed. He watched as you brushed some hair behind your ear before turning the page, completely engrossed by whatever it was you were reading.

"Are you serious?" Pope jumped as his head swiveled to look at the voice that spoke.

Kie stood there, surfboard under her arm with an eyebrow raised, the two other boys behind her.

"What?" Pope shrugged, acting as casual as he could.

"Really? Playing dumb Pope? Thats JJ's job." She answered, setting down her board and sitting next to him.

"I take some offense to that, Kie." JJ told her which only caused the curly-haired girl to roll her eyes.

"Just go talk to her, Pope."

Pope widened his eyes. "Are you crazy, Kie?"

"If talking to someone you like is crazy then have me committed but last time I checked it was normal."

"What would I even talk to her about?"

"Oh, I don't know. She's only reading a book. Gosh if only you read." Kie told him, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Pope sighed before getting up.

"Go get 'em, tiger." John B grinned as him and JJ took a seat next to Kie, watching as Pope made his way over.

He was about halfway to you before he turned around and walked back, shaking his head. "I can't do it. It's rude to interrupt someone's reading ya know. That and Toppers walking towards her."

JJ scoffed. "Really, man. Toppers got nothing on you. Besides, I'm pretty sure they're just friends."

"Oh quite the opposite, JJ. He's got money and a way nicer boat."

John B shot Pope a look. "How dare you insult the HMS Pogue like that."

"You know what I mean. He can buy her literally anything she asks for."

"Okay. So he's got money and a nice boat. That means he's trying to compensate for something. Any guesses as to what that is?" Kie stared at Pope.

JJ grinned, deciding to answer for his best friend. "His di-"

"Personality, JJ" Kie cut off the blonde. "What he lacks in personality, he makes up for with money. Topper is boring as hell. He doesn't know the meaning of excitement and adventure. You do. I'm sure you have way more in common with her than Topper does."

Pope took one last look at you, book open but ignored as Topper chatted with you. You just smiled and nodded before standing up and gathering your things, waving a small goodbye to Topper as you did.

You glanced over and saw the Pogues watching you so you brought up your hand and sent them a small wave, blushing when Pope smiled and waved back at you.

The next time Pope saw you was at the library. He was getting a couple of books for a paper he had to write and you were there, scanning the shelves, trying to figure out what book you wanted to read next.

Pope had looked over and froze when he saw you just a few feet away from him, fingers ghosting over the spines of books as you read the titles.

You had agreed to ride with Kelce to the library considering he needed a specific book to read and you needed a new book to read. You chewed on your lip, focusing on each one before pulling one out that caught your eye, reading the blurb before ultimately deciding that you didn’t want to read that one now.

Pope took a deep breath before scanning the titles himself, attempting to find one that he had already read that he thought you would enjoy. He finally found one and grabbed it, walking over to you.

"Having troubles?" He asked.

You jumped slightly before looking at him. "Little bit. It's hard to find which one to read next, ya know."

Pope nodded before handing you the book. "You might like this one. I read it and could hardly put it down. It's definitely on my list of books to own."

You took it with a smile. "Thanks."

"It's no biggie." Pope shrugged.

You smiled again before walking backwards towards the checkout counter. "I'll see you around, Pope."

Pope grinned at the fact that you knew his name. "I hope so, Y/N."

You blushed slightly before turning around, meeting up with Kelce who immediately noticed your reddened cheeks.

"What's going on over here, Y/N/N?" He asked, pointing to his own cheeks.

"Nothing." You mumbled, placing your book and library card on the counter.

Kelce looked around, trying to spot who was making his best friend blush before shrugging.

Later that night, you and Kelce were sitting on his living room floor with Rafe and Topper, a board game set out in front of the boys as you read your book and listened to their conversation.

"Topper, St.Louis is not the capital of Illinois." Rafe said for what felt like the hundredth time.

"What are you talking about? Yes it is!"

Kelce took a deep breath before looking at Topper. "Top, sweetie, if you think St.Louis is the capital of Illinois, then what's the capital of Missouri?"

"Boise?"

You peered over your book with a blank look on your face, Kelce and Rafe having the same look on theirs.

"Come on guys, you know I'm bad at geography." Topper whined.

"I think," Rafe started, looking at Kelce, "We need to bust out that Sequence state capital game from second grade."

"I think I lost a brain cell during this conversation," Kelce rubbed his temples.

"Good thing you're not playing fucking jeopardy or you'd really be screwed, Top." You said.

Topper turned his attention to you. "Not all of us are book smart, Y/L/N." Topper leaned over to look at the page before squinting. "Whatcha reading that's better than playing a game with us, anyway?"

You held up the book enough so they could read the title and Rafe raised an eyebrow. "Where'd ya find that one?"

"Someone recommended it to me." You blushed a little at the interaction with Pope earlier that day.

"Oh ho ho. That is the same blush you had at the library. You like this person." Kelce pointed.

"Shut up, Kelc."

"Wait. She was blushing? Oh snap."

"Spill the name, Y/N."

You rolled your eyes at your friends before replying. "I don't have to tell you three anything."

"Come on. If you're not gonna tell us then how will we tease you?" Rafe whined.

"That's exactly why I'm not gonna tell you. You'll just tease me and then whenever he's around, you'll act all juvenile."

Topper looked at the two boys before turning towards you. "If we promise that we will keep the teasing to a minimum when he's not around and that we act mature about this, will you tell us?"

You bit your lip before hesitantly nodding. Rafe, Topper and Kelce's eyes widened, eager to hear the name about to come out of your mouth.

You sighed, bookmarking your page. "His name is Marcel. He wears glasses and wears a sweater vest. A bit on the awkward side but very sweet."

Kelce and Topper shot each other confused glances, never having heard that name before. Rafe, on the other hand, cocked his head to the side with an unamused look and a 'really'.

"You know this Marcel, Cameron?" Topper asked.

"Yeah. If you watch the Best Song Ever music video, you'll meet him. I do have two sisters, remember." He answered.

You shrugged. "Worth a shot."

"Come on, Y/L/N. Just give us the name."

You held up your hands in surrender. "Okay, okay." Your three friends leaned forward, staying quiet with raised eyebrows. "Pope Heyward."

"Oh my God," Topper breathed.

"Can we not do the usual 'traitor' bullshit please? I feel like my mom is already going to have a fit."

"What makes you think we'd do that?"

You shot each of them a look before standing up. "I gotta get going. You guys have fun and Topper," you looked at the blonde, "learn your damn capitals."

And then you were out the door.

****

Pope walked into The Wreck a few days later and spotted you in the corner, book in hand while you ate your food. Pope was so focused on you that he didn't even notice Kie appear next to him with a water pitcher in her hand.

"You gonna stand there all day or you gonna sit down with her and start up a conversation."

Pope whipped his head to look at his friend before shrugging. "I guess I could but sh-"

"She's reading and its rude to interrupt someone whos reading. I know." Kie rolled her eyes before walking over to your table.

He saw you smile at Kie and greet her before nodding. You looked past Kie and saw Pope. You grinned and waved him over which Pope happily did, taking a seat across from you.

"Want anything Pope?" Kie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just get me the usual."

Kie smiled before walking away towards the back.

"I finished that book you recommended to me last night and I was speechless. The ending was...wow." You leaned back in your chair, taking a drink of water.

"I know right. That book made me want to read all his other works and they're all just so amazing." Pope grinned.

"His writing is so poetic that I was surprised I wasn't reading an actual poem."

"Exactly. He's such a good writer."

You two talked for hours about different authors and books you guys liked, eventually both of you started writing down names of books and authors for the other to check out.

"How long have they been like that?" John B asked, JJ sitting beside him along with the kook boys who joined them unexpectedly with no hassle whatsoever.

"Lets see. You five have been here for 45 minutes to an hour, Pope showed up a couple of hours before you. So...almost four." Kie smiled before scurrying off to wait on another table.

"Four what? Hours?" JJ asked.

"Yes, dumbass." Rafe rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to the table where you sat with Pope.

"They both look so happy." Topper commented.

"Because they are. They're in love." Kelce sighed with a dopey smile on his face, resting his head against his hand.

"Aren't they a little young for love?" John B raised an eyebrow.

Kelce shot him a look which caused John B to raise his hand in surrender.

"What do you think they're talking about?"

"They're both nerds. Take a guess."

JJ opened his mouth to object, offended on behalf of his best friend but John B stopped him. "No, no. He has a point."

You glanced at your watch before standing up, saying something to Pope who nodded, handing each other your phones.

JJ smirked. "My boy is getting some." Rafe, Kelce, and Topper all turned to look at JJ, unamused with his words. "Or not."

*****

Pope shook his head. "No way. That is one of the dumbest and most cliche tropes ever."

It was a week later and you and Pope sat at The Wreck again, having a conversation about whatever you recently read and now, apparently, your favorite and least favorite tropes.

"I have to disagree. Enemies to lovers has my heart." You responded, taking a bite out of your burger after you spoke.

"One bed and they have to share reigns supreme." Pope popped a fry into his mouth like that was the end of discussion.

You held up your finger as you finished chewing before swallowing. "You have to have some love for the enemies to lovers trope then because a lot of enemies to lovers involve sharing a bed." You pointed out.

"What about friends to lovers? Hmm? Hmmm? That right there is practically gold and bed sharing comes into play."

You rolled your eyes. "At some point, a friend likes another. I can tell you in confidence that I had a crush on Topper, Kelce, and Rafe at some point in our friendship. It was bound to happen because we hang out so much. Enemies to lovers though? Who willingly hangs out with their enemy? No one."

Pope laughed. "Alright. Sure. Whatever."

"Don't whatever me Pope. I'm right and you know I am." You laughed.

Pope held his hands up in surrender. "Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Kiara walked over to your table and you smiled. "Lets ask Kie."

"Ask me what?" Her eyes darted between you and Pope.

Pope turned to Kie. "I want you to be honest with me, Kie. Which trope is better? Best friends to lovers or enemies to lovers."

Kie blinked slowly as she spoke. "I was just coming here to ask if you need refills or anything else."

"This is more important. Best friends to lovers or enemies to lovers?"

You both looked at the girl expectedly and she shrugged. "I'm more of a fake dating girl myself so neither."

"Or both." You raised your eyebrows.

"True. Enemies could fake date or friends could. Sounds like a both thing for me."

Kie just turned and walked away, shaking her head with a small smile.

Your phone dinged and you looked down, seeing a text from your mom. "Thats my mother paging me." You sighed as you stood up. "This has been a fun date, Pope."

"Date?"

You felt your face heat up from embarrassment."Oh, was this...not- I shouldn't have assumed. I'm sorry."

"No, it was. I just didn't think you'd think of it as one." Pope quickly said.

You smiled before kissing his cheek. "I'll talk to you later then.'

Pope blushed as he watched you walk away, paying for your half of the meal before exiting the building.

****

It's been a month since you and Pope became official. A lot of your dates were either study dates, beach dates, or dates that consisted of you two eating at The Wreck while discussing anything under the sun.

Pope was kind of scared when you asked him what he wanted to do for a living, considering everyone else thought it was weird but you were supportive.

"That's cool."

Popes eyes widened in shock at your words. "Really? No 'why would you choose a coroner' or 'why the hell would you wanna work with dead bodies'?"

You shrugged as you stole one of the fries from his plate. "I think it's cool. It's a job not many people want but it's an important one."

That was probably when Pope knew that he was in deep with you. The fact that you didn't judge the things he was passionate about and what he wanted to do. That just made him fall for you more and let him know that you were the perfect girl for him.

Now here you were, spending the weekend together in the best way.

You sat in Pope's living room, okay laid in Pope's living room, watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Pope had the house all to himself for the weekend and invited you over for a Harry Potter movie marathon since you two just finished rereading the entire series.

So here you were, curled into your boyfriend's side with his arm draped over your shoulders, holding you closer if that was even possible.

You sighed as Alan Rickman appeared on the screen. "I miss him."

Pope kissed the top of your head as he rubbed your arm. "I know, sweetheart. You say that everytime he pops up on screen."

"I can't help it. He was just such a good soul."

Pope smiled, twirling some of your hair around his finger. He loved listening to you talk about things and people you were passionate about. The smile on your face whenever someone, usually him, brought up one of those topics was worth it and he could listen to your voice for hours on end, which usually happened when a topic of interest was brought up.

"Are you even listening to me?" You'd ask, tapping his wrist.

"Every word."

You'd lean back and cross your arms, a smirk on your face as you raised one of your eyebrows. "Oh really?"

He'd nod before speaking. "You were saying how you think iced coffee is better than regular hot coffee."

You'd make an impressed face. "Are you going to say anything at any point in this conversation."

He'd pretend to think about it before shaking his head. "I'm good."

You'd roll your eyes before purposely bringing up a topic that would cause him to talk some because just like him, you were obsessed with seeing his smile when he was interested in a topic and hearing his voice.

"Pope, did you hear me?"

Pope blinked before shaking his head. "No. Sorry. I was spacing this time."

"I asked if you wanted to make stir fry tonight?" You laughed lightly at the space cadet you called a boyfriend.

Pope smiled and nodded. "Sounds great. I'll ask dad if we can raid the store for whatever we don't have."

You both pulled out your phones, you to get the recipe and Pope to ask his dad if it was okay to take whatever was needed for dinner.

You walked into the kitchen and started pulling out whatever you could find that was needed for the stir fry before writing down on a notepad what was left.

"We got the go ahead." Pope told you and you held up the notepad.

"Then let's go on an adventure."

You two paused the movie and made your way down the street towards Heywards hand in hand.

"Have you ever seen the Percy Jackson movies?" You asked, genuinely curious if Pope had or not. Pope shook his head and you let out a laugh. "Oh boy. We might have to take a break from good ol' HP so you can watch them."

"Why?" Pope swung your arms as looked at you.

"You might find them...interesting. That's all." You shrugged.

"Are they good?"

You smiled up at him as you leaned your head on his arm. "You'll have to see."

Normally, you wouldn't recommend watching the movies to anyone but when it came to Pope, you wanted him to see it. You wanted to see him rant about all the differences and how bad this adaptation was. You wanted to see him get all flustered at the smallest details that the movies got wrong and complain about how this doesn't do the books any justice.

"Are you setting me up?" A small smile sat on Pope's lips.

You placed a hand to your heart. "Ouch Pope. That stings."

He just laughed before kissing your temple as you approached Heywards. Pope unlocked the door and you followed him inside, picking up the rest of your ingredients before walking over to the counter and pulling a 20 out of your pocket, sliding it under one of the boxes for Mr.Heyward to find.

"Really? You know my dad loves you right? Like you don't have to pay him for this stuff. He gave us the okay." Pope said.

You shrugged. "It's fine and it's only right. I mean, I'm taking things from his store. The least I can do is pay him." You turned to the security camera and waved before pointing to the box the cash was under and doing the hand signal for money.

"You do know he cant check the system from his phone right?"

"Yeah but if he plays it back, he'll know and no one else will see the footage." You smiled before turning back to your boyfriend. "Ready?" You asked as you placed your things in a bag.

Pope grabbed your hand and the bag as he nodded. "Lets get cooking."

You laughed as you followed him back outside, waiting for him to lock the door before beginning the short journey back to his, the pair of you thinking about how lucky you were to have someone like the other.

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dreamyjoons · 4 years

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Rattled - jjk - I

⥋ Living outside of Paradise had few perks. The desert was harsh, the sun harsher, and the animals deadly. But out stumbles a man. Secretive, beautiful and chased by his demons, he brings to the surface a past you thought you’d long since buried. But you can only hide for so long.

Genre/warnings: wild west au! Jungkook x reader, single parent!Y/N. for this chapter, no warning. Some shooting and spooked animals.

The rest of the upcoming parts will contain smut, angst, character death and some violence. Be aware before moving forward, this will be 18+.

Words: 3.3k

A/N: so i’m late again hahah. Here’s the start for my milestone celebration. And because of how long this was getting, I’ve decided to split it up into a few parts! If this is something you don’t want to see, please enjoy one of my other fics 🥰😉 i have some more one-shots planned! Thank ya’ll for sticking around. I hope this is worth the wait. ♥️ more to follow soon!

The screech of the crows always managed to echo across the stretching desert.

It always makes the cattle restless. They jostled uneasily in their field, mooing loudly. They were particularly riled all afternoon.

"Something's got them awfully restless today, Ma."

You look back to your son who perched awkwardly on his horse, scanning the moving mass of bodies as if he could spot trouble. He already looks so much like his father, almost to his full height, dark hair pulled into a messy ponytail and crevice in his cheek as he chews it anxiously. You could feel a smile prick at your lips.

"Just keep an eye out, Eli." You sigh, tugging your wide-brimmed hat lower on your head as your horse whickers quietly below you.

But nothing out of the ordinary stirred. And you didn't want you both to be out in the sun for too much longer.

The heat was blistering. And though you both lived in the middle of the desert, today was turning out to be something all in its own league. The sun beats down hard, and judging by how high it was in the sky, you were about to reach the hottest point of the day.

You ruffled your riding skirts to get some kind of cooling to your body, but all it did was manage to jostle your creaky old pistol almost out of the holder on your hip. You gave up, simply letting yourself swelter.

"Come on, let's head back." You shout, gently tugging the reins to one side and clicking your tongue at your horse.

You turned, moving your way slowly through the cattle on the outskirts of the main herd. Once you had broken free from the group and with a quick glance over your shoulder to see if your son was close by before breaking into a gallop.

You both fly across the field, Eli whooping loudly as he tries to overtake you. Letting your laugh loose into the wind, you hunker down against your horse as if you were getting the edge you needed to win.

But softly you reared the horse back just a little to slow you down. Within seconds your son was flying past you, letting out a holler into the air as he gets closer to the edge of the enclosure. Once he's near the fence he turns back to you and grins, enthusiastically stroking the horse and gushing praise at the animal.

You slow your pace as you reach him, pretending to not see him as you come to a halt and get off the horse. You walk both of you forward and open the gate, bringing the horse through and waiting for Eli to come through too.

"Come on Ma, you gotta admit that I won that time."

"Hm, what? Did you hear something Pickle?" You ask the horse, a smirk plain of your face.

"Wow Ma, you're a sore loser." He laughs, brushing flyaway strands of hair from his face as he trots ahead of you. He shifts back awkwardly to look at you, and once he sees you smirking he giggles.

With the gate firmly shut behind you, you mount your horse again and lead the way back to your home. Eli excitedly jabbers on, telling you about the constellations he'd seen the night before and the size of the hawk that he'd seen that morning. Though there was little life for a boy out in the desert, he seemed to be perfectly content. He found something new to learn every day. Just like his father.

"... And I’m pretty sure it was playing with a rattlesnake but dropped it. So it might still be lurking." He warned, his bright eyes meeting yours. You nod at him, heart squeezing in your chest as you lead you both to the horse paddock.

For one last time you slip off the horse, waiting for your son to enter before shutting the gate behind you. You begin unsaddling the horse, placing the items on the rickety fence.

Once you and Eli had unburdened the horses, you walked to the bag you had left earlier that sat near the gate, producing two less-than shiny apples. You throw one to Eli before gently holding the other out on the palm of your hand.

Pickle skips forward and whinnies excitedly before taking the apple from your hand. you laugh and rub the big boy along his nose before stepping back. You move towards the gate and wait for Eli, watching his wide-eyed delight as he talks to his horse. The big horse playfully nudges your son, nuzzling him until the apple is presented to her.

"One day that horse is gonna bite you if you keep teasing her." You frown, hand placed on your hip.

"Nah, Maple would never. She loved Daddy too much and I look just like him. and she always gets the apple, she knows that." Your son walks back to your side, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

"You gotta stop growing. I can’t see the top of your head any more." you smile, hugging your son close to you as you slip out of the paddock gate.

"No way, I'm gonna keep growing. Soon I'll be fifteen and taller than all the men in Paradise." He grins, nothing bringing him greater pleasure than towering over anyone he meets.

"That you will, that you will." You smile, turning your head and staring bitterly in the direction of the nearby town.

You release each other as you both grab the saddles and bridles off of the fence, walking them back to the small barn that sits beside your small home. Once stored away, you both walk back to the small that you call home, sat in the middle of dusty nowhere.

Eli jogs ahead of you, rushing inside to sniff at the pot that sat bubbling over the fire. He spins back at you, grin plastered on his face.

"Can we eat now?"

"Go wash up. And properly, don't just splash some water on your face. You got dust behind your ears." You straight face, ignoring the groans he makes as he plods off.

You busy about the kitchen, unhitching the gun belt from your waist and placing it on the side before using some bits of burlap and lifting the scalding pot off the stove. You plant it on the scorch-marked area on the table, pushing away the memories that burn to the surface when you look at it.

Once it's sat steadily on the table, you turn away, bustling to grab bowls and spoons for you and Eli.

You'd have to make a run into town soon and get some more supplies. The thought made you groan. You tried to avoid Paradise and it’s twisted dwellers as much as you could, but it couldn’t be helped.

There was only so long Eli would enjoy three-bean stew. The horses need oats, you need more oil for the lamps and food for the month. And finally, finally, you could sell off some of the cattle. Half at least, you were hoping.

You hear a faint shuffling behind you, and absently think that it was too quick a wash for Eli to have cleaned behind his ears too.

"I'm not above inspecting you, young man." you warn, shuffling the bowls in your hands as you reach for spoons.

A low hiss rises from behind you, and you feel your blood run cold.

"Ma!" Eli shouts, and you slowly turn to see your son petrified in the doorway. With the minutest of movements, you turn to see a rattlesnake coiled behind you, its tail shaking erratically as it beadily watches you.

"Don't come any closer." You order to your boy, voice dangerously low.

Eli steps forwards regardless, and you realise too late that he has your pistol in his hands.

"No-!" You yelp, but he fires off the shot.

It hits nowhere near the snake, instead hitting the floor between you and the serpent before ricocheting off and splintering through the wall beside you.

Luckily it startles the snake enough for it to lose it's focus on you. You seize the moment and drop the bowls, the shattering splintering loudly in the air.

You dart towards Eli and rip the gun from his hands. You spin the barrel, cock the gun and take aim. You exhale before you line up the shot, pulling the trigger within a second. It lands just millimetres from the snake, startling it enough to get it to race away, out through the open door and out into the desert.

You race to the door, making sure the serpent steers clear of your animals as it speeds away. You follow the trail of dust it shakes loose, the adrenaline in your blood fading with the reptile.

Once it's gone you spin back to Eli, dropping the pistol on the table and racing round to him. You take his face in your hands, your middle fingers sit behind his ear, letting your thumb and forefinger rest on his face.

"You okay?" You ask, and he nods in your hands, eyes startled wide.

"Are you?" He asks, voice cracking.

"I'm okay, it didn't bite me." You assure him, pulling him into a hug. He squeezes you back tightly, his breathing staggered. You pull back and take his head in your hands again, giving him a small smile.

"I'm still here, E. I'm not going anywhere." You tell him, planting a soft kiss to his forehead.

Once he nods you finally release him, letting your fingers slide from his face. Absently you look down and see dust on your fingers that had been sat behind his ears.

"What did I say about washing properly?" You ask, holding your hands up at him.

"I... sensed danger and had to act?" he laughs awkwardly, slowly stepping backwards.

"Oh no, mister!" You shout, darting at him, chasing him through your small house to where the washbasin sat. "Now we both have to wash up!"

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"Okay, put both hands on the pistol, but keep your finger off the trigger for now."

Eli follows your instructions closely, raising the pistol high, tongue poking slightly out of the side of his mouth as he focuses. You bite your lip as you watch him, determined to not laugh and distract him.

"Okay, now," you gesture to the three fist-size logs of wood that sit against the barn, "when you're ready, exhale, and fire once you've fully let it out. Ready?"

"Ready." He murmurs, dark brow furrowed as he locks his eyes on the first log down the small barrel.

"Fire away-"

You'd barely finished when he fires the first shot. It misses the wood on the left-hand side spectacularly, going through the side of the barn two feet higher than he needed. He clenches his jaw, making a dimple hollow out in his cheek before he moves onto the next one and firing.

You never see where the bullet lands, but something tells you that it's rocketing its way across the desert somewhere far beyond the barn. He sidesteps, taking in another deep breath and blowing it out slowly. You know how he's feeling, how frustrating it is to continually miss - but the urge to laugh was strong. Too strong.

Finally, he aims at the last one on the right and pulls the trigger - only for the bullet to graze the first stump he fired at, four feet to the left. You were marvelled at how spectacularly he missed them. It seemed an accomplishment in itself.

He looks at you with a scowl on his face, before letting out a grizzly moan and slumping. The gun hangs by his side and you repress your laughter even harder, stepping forward to take the weapon from his hands.

"I suck at this."

"No, you don't-"

"I do! You can do it! You could've bullseye'd that snake earlier if you wanted to! I can't even hit the barn if I tried."

"It took me years of practise when you were growing up. You just need a little tuning up."

"I bet dad was a good shot too." He mumbles, letting his head hang.

"E... your daddy was awful." you sigh, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Really?!" His head bolts up, eyes wide as he stares at you.

"Oh yeah. He couldn't hit a wall if it was sitting right in front of him."

"And neither can I!" he chirps, gesturing to the woodshed beside you. All you can do is laugh. It's light, pushing away the sad cloud that threatened to hover over you. Eli had that effect on you every day.

The sky was taking on an orange tint as the evening starts to fade. It was still impossibly warm, the heat clinging to your skin despite how low the sun was dropping.

But there was something wrong. It was loud. Louder than normal.

You instinctively cast your eyes to the cattle fields, only to see a cloud of dust shrouding the area. They were all pressed against the fences, thrashing wildly and bellowing into the evening air. Something was definitely wrong.

“Eli, get in the house and lock it. If I’m not back in twenty minutes, ride to town and get the sheriff-“ your voice is low and you push him towards the house. Once he was over the threshold you grab your rifle, hitch your skirt higher and back race out past him. He was frightened, you could see it in his wide eyes, and the way he frowned.

“But Ma-“

“Now!”

You watch as he reluctantly disappears behind the door, and as soon as you hear the lock slide you bolt towards the cattle field. Something ticks in your gut, an unease that made your teeth grate.

There was no way you’d be able to get through the gate with the cattle pushed up against it. Your run harder, feet slapping or the hard ground as you find a free section of fence. You throw the rifle over before you vault it, scrambling to pick it up and running to the front of the herd.

It was impossibly loud, almost too loud for you to think. But they were scrambling away from something, and with a steadying breath to stifle the fear that rises in you, you move towards it. You raise the clunky rifle as you creep forward. You hoped you’d never have to fire it.

But then, through the sounds of trampling and the braying of the cattle you hear a groan.

Your breath catches in your throat as you lower the weapon. You feel your jaw slacken, but you move quicker towards the noise. As the cattle skitter out of the way, you see it-

Not it, a man. He’s slumped on his hands and knees, filthy and sweaty. It was as if all the energy had drained from him. He was labouring his breath, the bone weariness evident on him. It hung off him like his clothes.

“Who the hell are you?”

At your angry words, he slowly pushes off his hands, swaying as he tries to steady himself on his knees. You lower the gun by your side - he didn’t look like he would be going anywhere fast, and you can draw faster than he can get to you. But still you were uneasy, worry tingling at your edges, fraying your thoughts.

“I…” he croaks. His voice is so dry you can barely hear him.

His dark head of hair was full of dust, messy and clumped together like he’d not bathed in weeks. His white shirt had long since lost its gleam, a reddish brown smothering it. His trousers were tattered, ripped and pulled, barely holding together. A handkerchief was tied around his neck, probably used as a makeshift face covering. You realise that must mean he’d been walking across the plains - but no one makes it alive with no water or horse.

“What are you doing in my field?”

“Ma’am… water?” He croaks, lifting his head to look at you.

“Not until you answer one of my questions.”

He squints up at you with dark eyes, the faintest smile dancing across his face. You could barely make him out though, his face hidden under the dust. He winces, tongue darting out to try and wet his chapped ashy lips. It was completely distracting, and you found yourself lowering your guard…

“Answer me!” You shout, snapping out of it. He sighs but makes no move to explain himself.

“Well then, I guess we’ll see what the Sheriff has to say-“

“Wait! Please… no.” He rushes before a cough rattles his body. He must have been so severely hydrated, you were surprised he still had the strength to stay upright.

Something felt wrong. Like an icy trickle of your past eeking its way down your spine. It was enough to send your heart thumping against your ribcage, your palms sweating.

“Then how did you get here? Are you alone?” Your voice creeps higher and cracks.

“... alone.”

You let out a breath, but the tension in your stomach still knots.

“Ma?”

You spin, the wind kicked out of your lungs as you see Eli standing there, shock on his face. He looks between you and the man on the floor, his eyes blowing wide.

“Eli! What the hell are you doing?!”

“I thought you might’ve needed help-“

“What if it’s not safe?” You shout, your blood thrashing in your veins.

“Then you need help.” His voice is quiet and your heart breaks, but you try to keep calm, especially in front of the stranger. You take a breath. Then another.

“Get back in the house.”

“He needs help.” Eli mutters, and you clench your teeth.

“No, he needs to be off our property and away from you and me. He’s not our problem.”

“Ma, I know you’re not that cruel.”

“I can go… just… water…” the man croaks.

“Stay out of it!” You yelp, barely looking back at him over your shoulder. He shifts slightly, the tiredness pulling his eyes shut. A flicker of guilt passes through you, but you stamp it down. You had you and Eli to look out for.

Before the stranger can reply, Eli breezes past you. He crouches down next to the man, and carefully slides his arm over his shoulders. To your horror, you watch as Eli pulls them both to their feet. The man looks much bigger once he’s propped up by your son. Wider in stature with big filthy hands that grip Eli’s shirt for support as they slowly stagger towards the house, they were almost the same. And that worried you.

“Eli!”

“He’ll get trampled if he stays out here, Ma. It’s the right thing to do.” He walks towards the gate, the cattle scurrying from their path. He was just like his father, in nearly every way. It was like an axe through your chest. But that’s what softens you. An effect both of them had on you.

They’re awkward, Eli’s tall frame bundling the man forward. You bite your lip, and with the gun propped and ready at your side, you slip under the man’s other arm and ease the burden on your son.

“So what’s your name, stranger?” Eli asks gently, the physical strain barely hidden from his voice. There was no answer.

“Hey!” You ask, nudging the man in the side for a response.

He gasps at the pressure before he slumps heavily against you. You cry out as the dense man drops against you, his head knocking into yours. You shift him back towards Eli, only to realise he had passed out. You had to get him back, get him cleaned up and on his way before any trouble comes. At least if he’s clean you could make out his features properly.

“Brilliant.” You grumble, shifting the rifle awkwardly to get a better grip. “Just what we needed.”

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Undercooked Popcorn

Masterlist

You and Konner have a mini training session in the barn and get in trouble with Clark.

Warnings: fluff, Swearing,

A/n: Here is a small fluff piece I have been working on enjoy XX

Taglist: @iloveyouyen

After the initial move to Mrs Kent's house they had given you a week to settle in before getting stuck in to your school work. Not only you but konner as well letting you both bond which you had, the both of you had become close...konner had opened up quicker than you had, already secure about his place in the family you on the other hand was less sure. You had a trouble with it you wanted to believe that you was here permanently , that this was it where you belonged but you couldnt help holdingnyour breath still waiting for something to happen. Currently you and konner was in the old barn, you'd both unconsciously decided that it was your hang out, the place you go to escape the adults and get to know one another without the eagle eyes of the others. Somewhere to get away from an overbearing Clark who seemed to take the term mother hen to a whole new level, it wasnt necessarily bad but it was hard for you to go from no one gives a shit to holy shit this guy is consistently fussing over you. You knew he was trying to be inclusive and trying to solidify your place in the family reassuring you, wanting to show you he cared. Which was good youll admit you liked the attention in a way, you'd not had this type of parental guidance for a long long time but you'd didn't realoze how suffocating it was. You also suspected that your injuries had something to do with it aswell, you couldn't exactly fault him for it.

So here you were hiding out in the barn with konner as Clark flitted about the place doing odd chores here and there .Martha had gone out to work and would be home after the lunch rush at work. You rolled across the blanket that covered the hay pile your lime green cast glowing in the noon sun you winced as the light reflected off of it and shuffled moving it into a shadowed area. Currently you and konner were shareing details about your abilities, something the both of you had avoided and danced around until you got more comfortable with each other.

"Soo you don't make things? You just stretch'em" you nodded at him as he sat above you cross legged on one of the wooden cross beams that spanned the large space.

"Yeah pretty much..I can't touch living things tho, no plants or animals or people" you said glancing at your arm sighing it would have been nice to just fix it but no you had to wait it out.

"That sucks..." you nodded mournfully but then tilted your head back to get a better look at him.

"So what about you? Your an ET wannabe right?" He laughed flipping you the bird"Fuck you" you giggled as he shook his head jumping down from the beam landing just before you.

"Kryptonian is the politically correct term I think....Well hybrid... I'm half Clarks and... Half human" he said dusting off a little to sit on the hay across from you. You noticed the hesitation and the way he swerved around his own comments. Deciding to leave it be you opted to ignore it, much to Konners relief.

"So can you do all the stuff he can?" Konner smiled and shrugged

"You mean dad? Yeah sort of, I can do most...We are still waiting to see if we're exactly alike but I've got the strength speed and flight....I can do the lazer thing to which is cool but I havent found a practical use for it yet...Or a way to practice that shit is hot." You hummed at him then looked out of the open barn doors to the corn field.

"Corn?" He tilted his head following your gaze confused

"What?" You smiled at him Sitting up letting your arms fall into your lap

"Pop some corn...I mean theres a field right there...." he looked at the rows of corn catiously.

"Popcorn...You want me to use my laser eyes to...Get you a snack? How is that gojng to help me?" You rolled your eyes at him grunting."Oh for fuck sake...get unpopped popcorn and I will throw them in the air and you pop'em with your melty eyes.... you know target practice...And if I happen to catch some with my mouth its a bonus!" He sat up a little it wasn't a bad idea but Clark wouldn't like it.He doesnt like him practicing without him here.

"What about dad? Won't he be pissed?" You laughed and shook your head.

"Not really not like anyone can see us out hear and Clark did say we can practice around the place" Konner's grin fell he was worried that you hadn't really...Adapted? well you had...But you wont refer to the others as Dad and Grandma. As far as he was concered you were his sister already but he just really wanted you to know it was okay...That you really did have a family now. His dad and Grandma had told him not to push but he got the feeling you wanted to...Somethjng was holding you back.

"..You do know he is technically your dad now to right... You can call him dad and you can call Grandma, Grandma they wont be mad....I think they would like that." you sighed looking down, you knew that but it just... You didn't know, was it disrespectful to your real parents? You'd only been here a week? Surely it was to early...Even if it felt right, natural. He waved a hand at you

"You dont have to...I just didn't want you not to.. you know..Incase you thought they didn't want you to thats all, don't want you to have stupid thoughts like that holding you back" you blinked at him smiling sadly

"I-I do but...I still dont think I will be here long...I'm gonna slip up, if I ever accidentally hurt Martha I'm gone" he frowned at you

"No...If that happens; which I don't think it will, but if it does then we deal with it togethet...you wont get very far if you do run...Me and dad will bring you back home and we talk things out .Thats what family is, we stay together and help each other, your my little sister, the first person my age I don't have to worry about hurting so much. I can relax more around you because you can protect yourself if thing get to much, you think im gonna let you leave over an accident? Fuck no like Dad keeps saying your here now, your a kent and your stuck with us...I hope you see that sooner rather then later it can't be nice always being ready to run" your lip quivered eyes filling with tears as he explained this, the conviction in his voice how he spoke with absolute certainty. Unwilling to cry in front of him you simply nodded to him. Getting the message he patted your arm then disappeared for what seemed like seconds with a small bag of unpopped corn cernals.

"Show off" you sniffed moving to wipe your eyes only to hiss when you cracked yourself on the head with your cast you whined rubbing to sore spot and froze when Konner held out some tissues to you

"I grabbed them inside" you smiled at him meekly. He gave you a soft look, he hated seeing you struggle but he had said what needed to be said, said what he had needed to hear when it was him all those years ago. Quickly he changed his expression and smirked tossing you the bag of popcorn cernals you opened them swiftly still fighting a few tears back then looked around deciding on the safest area to throw them.

"So... Just to clarify if this falls down you will save me right?" he smiled nodding"Of course I will, you will be out of here before it even started falling down" you nodded then took two cernals in hand.

"so one or two?" he smiled and held up a finger. One. you threw it up and shreiked as he tried to ignite it missing ...well you only noticed he missed when you heard the little tap of it hitting the floor you both laughed seeing two tiny holes in the side of the barn. You grabbed another and threw it up he missed again, but he ws closer than before.This carried on for another few minutes with you oth getting excited as he got closer just skimming one, the heat from his vision making it partially pop.

"Oh no that one dont count you didnt hit the fuckjng thing!" He argued

"It popped tho!" You blinked at him.

"Okay half a point ready to go again?" He fist pumped then nodded readying himslef to go agajn.Finally thirty six cernals later he got it. You both jumped up.

"FUCK YEAH WOO!" You quickly moved to the popped popcorn on the floor dusting it off then ate it, you held up your hands to him chewing slowly as if you was a food critic then shook our head.

"Yep no under cooked" you both stared then burst out into hysterics crying with laughter.

"Lets try two this time!" You nodded moving to the bag pulling two more cernals out of the bag when you turned back round you froze. Shit.

"Why are there singe holes all over this barn?" Konner jumped turning around faceing an unamused Clark, who stood frowning at the both of you with his arms crossed. You and konner shared a look then peered around the barn...There was lots of them.. Some were just peep holes others longer and had charred lines around them. In all the fun youd both forgot where you were, and the barn now looked like it had taken a spray of bullets from a firing squad.

"Well? Konner? Y/n?" You cleared your throat and smoved to stand beside Konner

"Konner was...practicing, training" Clark raised an eyebrow shifti g his weight to one foot.

"Hmm? what exactly? See how he could burn the barn down without setting it on fire?" You both winced at his tone...He really wasnt impressed.

"You know this barn is older then me? It survived me growing up playing in it, yet an afternoon with the both of you and it looks about ready to keel over?....What were you both doing?" You moved to open your mouth but Clark stopped you holding up a hand.

"And if you try to get smart with me and say training again your going to be grounded for much longer then you already are young lady!" You flinched back. Wow. He had never spoke to you like that...Well not since you met him, he was always so laid back and fun, the type of adult you listened to because they were so chill but who knew he could switch over to no nonsense stern dad so effortlessly... You wavered uncertain how to approach him like this, it had been a while since youd cared about an adults opinion of you and you really didn't want Clark to hate you turning you looked to konner for help.

"Well...we were seeing how accurate my aim was...So y/n was throwing popcorn cernals and I was trying to pop them....I did miss a few times." Clark blinked then scanned the barn. He sighed shaking his head at his son exasperated.

"Konner... We've spoke about this I will take you to the fortress to train, but not here you could hurt yourself!" Clark stopped his scolding when he saw you take a large step infront of konner

"It was my fault I wanted to see so I came up with the idea...He was just trying to cheer me up." You stood firm shaking a little, you didn't like Clark raising his voice, he didn't shout but it was enough to make you nervous of him. He fixed you with a look making you cower from him slightly then sighed shaking his head, he didn't want you to be scared of him.

"Thank you y/n. But even if it was your idea he still knows how I feel about it I'm disappointed in both of you. Your both grounded for the rest of the week, this was very reckless and I don't want to catch either of you doing this again are we clear?" You both nodded to him solonmly resigning yourself to a few days being stuck indoors. He sighed then smiled a little to tell you the truh he was happy in a way, you'd become close and were up to mischief, which was good? You could both be a little reckless and act your age. You both had someone to let loose with. But he couldn't help worrying over the two of you. Had you got to carried away the barn could have collapsed, yes konner would have most likely got you both out but you were already hurt, already vulnerable and fragile. He really didn't want to risk anything. Luckily it hadn't come to that and the damage to the barm wasn't that bad... A few new boards and a new cross beam at the top, regular humans would need to dismantle the roof to sort it out but him and konner could have it done in an afternoon, he would also have you help as he had no doubt that you'd encouraged your brother. He smiled chuckling catching the two teens by surprise.

"Popcorn...I mean it was obvious right?..Wish I'd thought of that one...Any way lets start sorting this out befor Ma gets home shouldn't take to long not like the time I-" he caught him slef noticing the looks he was getting.

"What did you do to the barn?" You asked breaking the silence as konner waited both eager to hear what Clark had gotten up to when he was little. He cleared his throat

"Never you mind, now come on get to it, start picking up all that corn the we can see about plugging some of those holes" you shared a look with konner moving slowly collecting the corn as Clark moved to the back of the barn inspecting the damage.

"What do you think he did?" Konner shrugged

"Not sure apparently according to Grandma he was a little goody two shoes so... it couldn't have been that bad"

"Im gonna ask her when she gets back" konner froze and shook his head.

"No dont! Do not do that! We don't wana be in trouble with Grandma ever, dads a piece of piss to deal with but Grandma? She is a different beast altogether...To clever with punishments I mean she perfected her methods on him... She knows what shes doing" you blinked at him.

"We? You mean you I wont get in to much trouble...I mean evidence points to you, your the one with laser eyes." You smirked impishly at him as he looked shocked.

"You'd throw me under the bus? Just like that?" You nodded

"To avoid Martha's wrath abso-fucking-lutly sorry dude but Im not getting sucked into that shit show...Actually....Dont worry I got this she will never know." Befor Either on them could ask you'd closed your eyes then opened. Konner took a step back as they glowed bright. And sure enough the small holed were closeing, you coiled the fibres of the wood around in tight circles until the holes were all coveres feeljng aroh d the planks looking for them all. Konner gasped watching the way you manipulated the planks hearing a slight tiny creaking of the wood as it bended around itself. You moved to the side looking at the damaged beam quickly knitting it back together filling in the two deep burns that ran across it. Slowly you looked back down to the other two and smiled.

"All done...The beam should hold I made the grain tighter where it was." Clark smiled as he made his way towards you patting your shoulder and giving a sweet kiss to your hair.

"Thank you y/n now I think we shouldall head inside dont you?" You stuttered as he continued past you and Konner. Who was gaping at you.

"That was so fucking awsome! You made that look so easy...Is it? Whats else can you dowith it? And your eyes shit! Even I was scared for a second..." you flushed fidgeting going all bashfull.

"Oh haha sorry for scaring you...And that was easythey were tiny holes to plug." You moved slowly following Konner and Clark to the house.

"You still gonna ask Grandma about what he did?" You nodded at him laughing.

"You bet! I wana hear about all the dumb shit he did" he smiled at you as you both made it to the kitchen. Clark had entered and was already sitting down at the table with a drink.

"Your both still grounded by the way" you pouted at him

"No fair I fixed it!" He rose a brow at you

"It wasn't about the damage, I want you both to be carefull, you were reckless and both put yourselves at risk unnecessarily so rest of the week. No phones, games or tv. No leaving the farm and you can help your Grandma and me with the chores..." you sighed and looked to konner defeated he only shrugged in responseas if to say 'nothing you can you do' you slumped down into the chair pouring yourself a glass of juice from the pitcher Konner following suit grumbling to yourselves Clark shook his head getting up placing his glass in the sink. Teenagers.

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dine-on-darling · 4 years

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I don't know how you feel about more angsty comfort but how do you think the demon boys would help a depressed darling looking for some tummy cuddles and self worth reassurance asking cause I love your work and even if I wanted to try and write this my depressed butt probably couldn't find the motivation

I love comfort vore, and I absolutely get it. ironically, the reason it took me so long to write these has been because of ~depression~

If you really want to try your hand at writing, it can be incredibly hard some days to find the energy, I know, but I hope you know I believe in you~

I hope you enjoy reading these~ Darling gets the sads a lot too, but luckily she’s got people who love her and care about her to help make her feel safe~

Lucifer

As Diavolo’s right hand, it was his duty to see that the exchange program went smoothly, and that meant paying close attention to the physical and mental well being of Darling.

The first part is simple enough, occasionally having to stop a lesser demon or two from maiming her.

The second part is more... difficult.

He’s not exactly accustomed to the delicate nature of human mental illnesses; so for once, the morningstar is rather unsure how to proceed when he notices before she even approaches him that she’s been acting more tired and apathetic recently.

One day, after they’ve all arrived back to the House of Lamentation from school, he places a hand on her shoulder and tells her to follow him to his study before she can slip into her bedroom.

He’s straight to the point, telling her what he’s noticed.

She avoids looking directly at him, hands clasped behind her back, “I’ve been feeling a bit... stressed, that’s all.”

He stands up from his chair, walking over to her, cupping a hand under her chin and guiding her face up to look at him. “You know I’m not fond of being lied to, Darling. I was already aware before you were brought to the Devildom that you struggle with certain issues, and if that’s what this is then I need you to tell me.

Darling fought the tears that instinctively gathered in her eyes, she’d tried so hard to hide this around the brothers but of course nothing could escape Lucifer’s eyes.

He’s taken back by her tears, and it’s almost on auto pilot that after a stunned pause, his other hand goes to her.

“I’m sorry, this happens sometimes. I- I’m not really sure how to talk about it, sorry.”

“Then what would help you right now?”

She chews on her cheek for a minute, part of her is embarrassed to ask him for this, the rest of her is too tired to care.

“...Would you let me rest for a little bit, like inside you? I won’t be a bother, I promise, but it’s so cozy and I feel safe there, and you can go about whatever business you need to. I’m sorry, I know it’s-”

He pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. “Say no more, Darling.”

He shrinks her to an easy to swallow size and gently places her on his tongue, rolling her around for a moment before swallowing without much fuss.

He takes a seat back at his desk as she squirms sluggishly to find the most comfortable position.

One hand picks up his pen to begin his work, but the other rests protectively over his stomach.

“You can talk about what bothers you if you wish, or you may sit quietly for however long you need. Your health is vital to the success of the exchange program... and, it’s important to me as well.”

She hugged his stomach a little tighter. “Thank you, Lucifer. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. You really make me feel safe, you know.”

“… not many people have told me that in a very long time, Darling. I think I should be the one thanking you, for giving me this chance to feel like I’m protecting someone again. It’s almost…” Angelic.

Mammon

Once again, Mammon appears to have forgotten how to knock on a door.

He casually swings open Darling’s door and nudges it closed behind himself, not pausing as he strides over to Darling, who looks to be sleeping from the way she’s curled up in her blankets facing away from him.

He huffs and claps his hands loudly over her head. “Come on, human! This is no time to be napping! I’ve got a great idea and you’re going to help me with it.”

“Mammon, stop, please.” She says quietly, pulling her blanket tighter to hide herself.

He’s surprised, so she’s already awake? “Oi, what’s with you? Take that thing off, you think you can ignore the great Mammon?” He tugs at the blanket, and though she tries to stop him, there’s a distinct lack of her usual fight as he easily yanks the fabric back to reveal her slightly red and tear stained face.

He blinks. “Are you crying?” Excellent deduction skills there, Mammon.

She stubbornly looks away from him. “So what?”

“So what? So why the heck are you crying? Are you hurt?” He begins to prod at her, trying to find any injuries. She hits at his hands, pushing herself up to a sitting position.

“No, I’m not hurt. Look, Mammon, I’m sorry, but could you leave me alone, please? I’m not... I’m not up for anything crazy right now.”

“Hmph.” He plops onto the bed across from her. “No way.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, no way. You have to be crying for some reason, and I’m not leaving until you tell me why. Or do you think you can’t trust your first man?”

She runs a hand through her messy hair. “That’s not... There really isn’t exactly a reason. I... feel like I’m not good enough, I guess. Not for this program, not for any of you, not for anything. I’m certain that i’m already disappointing everyone, and I’m only going to continue to do so.” She’s hesitant, but she knows for a fact by now that she can trust Mammon , especially with this kind of feeling.

Mammon’s heart is currently breaking, he knows exactly what she’s feeling, every day made to feel like he’s a good for nothing, scummy excuse of a demon.

He scoots forward and pulls her close to him, trying to mimic what she’s done for him before when she caught him those times when his brothers insults stuck too well.

“I think you’re plenty, good enough, y’know. You’re doin’ your best, and we can all see that. There isn’t much all of us brothers can agree on, but we all know how special you are.”

Darling clung to his jacket while he talked, taking comfort in his presence. It’s quiet for a bit while they sit like that and he pets her hair.

“Hey, Mammon?”

“Hm?”

“Is it okay, if you let me curl up inside you for a bit?”

He blushes, but still he smiles as he withdrew back enough to whisper the necessary spells.

Even if he is a fuck up, if there’s one thing he knows he can do right, it’s protect his human.

He cradles her now tiny frame to his chest. “Like that’s even a question. You came to the right guy, there’s nothing that could hurt you when you’re with someone as great as me, even your own thoughts wouldn’t dare!” His cocky attitude is enough to get her to giggle, making his smile widen in triumph; then he raises her to his mouth and swallows her slowly.

Once she’s all gathered in his stomach, he lays on his side, pulling his knees up and wrapping his arms around his middle to squeeze it tight. He starts up a purr too, to try and make all her fears melt away.

Leviathan

He’d invited her to his room to binge watch an anime he was introducing her to.

He’d scolded her for showing up late, rushing her through the doorway and over to the chairs he had set up, not stopping to really take a good look at her or listen to why she was late.

He hit play before he even finished settling into the seat next to hers, excitement filling him. It’d been a while since he’d watched this particular anime and he couldn’t wait to show her.

Except...

“Oh! This part is so good! You see how the protagonist-” He rambled on for a minute, explaining each aspect of the scene as it played out on screen, and in response to his enthusiasm, all he got was:

“Wow, that is really cool.”

He turned his head to look at her with a frown. He’s used to dismissive and uninterested comments from his brothers, but Darling was usually always up to talk about this kind of stuff.

Irritation sparked in him. “What’s the matter, huh? Did your normie self suddenly become too good for this kind of stuff?”

“What? No, Levi, I’m sorry, it’s nothing. Let’s keep watching, okay.”

He paused the show instead, folding his arms and swiveling to face her head on. “I’m not interested in watching anything with a normie who can’t even be bothered to pay attention. Seriously, what’s up with you today?”

He hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he was actually taking a look at her, even in the dim light of his bedroom he could see the dull look in her eyes.

“I guess I’m not in the mood today; I’m sorry, I know you were excited, but how about we take a rain check and I can come back later when I’m more focused.” She stood from her chair and started to turn away for the door.

Levi grabbed her wrist without really even thinking, almost in a flustered panic “Ah, w-wait!” He clears his throat, blushing and looking away before continuing. “I’m sorry, okay, that... that was rude. But, something is up, right? You can tell me, I’m your player 1, you know.”

Darling looks him in the eyes for a minute, then she sighs and sits heavily back down. “It’s... not something I really feel like talking about right now, but... can I rest in your stomach for a bit?”

That caught him completely off guard, and he turns tomato red. “Y-You want to-”

“Only for a bit, please? I’m... I’m so tired, and I really need to escape for a while.”

His blush remains, but he nods and shrinks her to an easier to swallow size, scooping her up and letting her crawl into his open mouth, feeling her slide into his stomach where she silently curls into a ball and lays still.

He’s pretty awkward about giving comfort, but he really does his best.

He lets out his tail and securely settles it over his belly, squeezing it enough to be a present weight against her.

He won’t try and force her to talk or anything.

It really makes him so happy though that she would actually be comfortable enough with someone like him to ask for this and it makes him feel good about himself for once. So, he hugs his stomach and turns back on the anime, but really it’s mostly background noise since he can’t focus on anything else but her.

Satan

He was reading when she came to him.

It was well after dinner time that day, late into the evening and he suspected that many of the house’s occupants had gone to sleep by then. He knew he probably should as well, but he was far too engrossed.

So he was all the more surprised when he heard his D.D.D chime with an incoming text, and that when he glanced over at it, Darling’s picture smiled back at him.

She was asking if he was still awake, and when he replied yes, she asked if he minded her coming to do some late night reading with him. This wasn’t odd, they often had a habit of reading together; in fact earlier that evening after dinner he’d asked if she wanted to come join him but she said she had something to do, but there had been a strange look to her when she said that...

Regardless, he told her she was more than welcome to come to his room, he figured she was having trouble sleeping.

She arrived shortly after, and now he took one look at her and knew something was definitely up. She had her book cradled against herself, and the look on her face was tired, but not from lack of sleep. It was like she was trying to cover up the melancholy spread across her, but Satan, king of fake expressions, could see right through it.

And she could tell he saw, but she still smiled and hoped he wouldn’t ask.

No dice.

“What’s wrong?”

She sighed. “Rough night, is all. I hope I hadn’t bothered you with my text.”

Satan smiled gently at her. “You’re never a bother, Darling.” He scooted over on his couch and patted the spot next to him. “Do you want to talk about anything?”

She made her way over and slumped into the seat. “Honestly, not really. It’s a whole mess of bad feelings.”

He reached around to put an arm around her shoulder and lean her against his shoulder. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“No, it’s fine.” She looked to the side in thought. “Actually, um, if it’s not too much to ask…”

“What?”

“Can you read to me?”

He chuckled. “I’d be happy to, but given the way you’re rubbing your wrist and fidgeting, there’s something else to your request.”

She chewed on her lip.

“There’s no need to be nervous, you can ask me anything.”

“Can you read to me, while I’m in your stomach?”

His smile widened. “Well, I’d be more than happy to do that.”

He leaned down to press his lips to her forehead and recite the protection and shrinking spells.

He place his palm in front of her for her to crawl onto and then gently brought her up, pausing to look fondly at her and pet her with his pointer finger.

“My cute little mouse, it’s still such a wonder to me that you put this much trust in me. I hope I can reward that trust properly by taking care of you in this way.

And with that he brought her to his mouth and tilted his hand so she slid neatly in.

He gently prodded her about with his tongue, it was almost like a massage to Darling, for a good few minutes before tilting his head back and swallowing her.

He gave her a minute to shift about and find the most comfortable position to curl up in.

Once it seemed like she was satisfied, he picked up the book he’d been reading and found the spot he’d left off at, reading aloud and letting his smooth voice wash over her.

Asmodeus

Asmodeus absolutely treasures self-care.

One must take care of them self if they want to look and feel their best!

So he’d noticed something about Darling fairly quickly.

She was decent at taking care of herself, no elaborate routine or anything like that.

Except, every now and then, it seemed she slipped a bit in that department.

Nothing too obvious and she was able to hide it alright, but Asmo definitely noticed.

And during this time, the ever present light bags under her eyes would grow darker, and she’d look more tired than usual.

Asmo wasn’t about to stand for this.

Any human in a contract with him must look their best! Otherwise what would that do to his rep!

But more than his reputation, he worried about her.

So, one night, he made his way to her bedroom and swiftly knocked on her door. “Oh, Darling~” He called.

It only took her a few moments to open the door, only mildly surprised to see him. “Asmo, what’s up?”

“You are, my dear.”

“I’m… huh?”

She let him in to her room and he promptly sat on the edge of her bed, with her following suit.

He grabbed her face under her chin with one hand and tilted it about, Darling too confused to really protest and used to his constant touches, anyway.

He clicked his tongue. “Look at you, here I so generously donated several beauty supplies to you, and yet you’re clearly not making use of them. The bags under your eyes have bags under them!”

She pulled back at that, frowning with a bit of a glare. “Did you come here to critique my appearance? Really, Asmo?”

He grabbed a strand of her hair and twirled it about his finger. “And your hair, it’s so soft when you wash it properly, but it’s too heavy right now.”

She moved her head so the hair slipped out of his grasp, now her frown was turning in to a scowl. “I wash my hair perfectly fine.”

“Normally, yes, but for the past couple days, you’ve been slacking on yourself, and I can’t allow that.”

He grabbed her face again, holding steady when she tried to pull back again. “How long has it been since you got a proper night’s rest, hm?” He moved his thumb across the dark circles under her eyes.

She couldn’t meet his eyes. “It’s been a couple days, maybe.”

“Mhm.” He hummed. He trailed his fingers along her face. “You’ve been stressed out, haven’t you?” It wasn’t really a question.

Darling nodded her head yes. “A bit.”

His hand left her face and moved along to rest on her shoulder as the rest of him moved as well, positioning himself behind her and placing his other hand on her other shoulder as well.

“I can tell, I mean you should feel how tight your shoulders are! No, no, this certainly won’t do. You’re my adorable little doll, I hate seeing you like this. I think you need some help to relax and reset so that we can get you back on the self-care track. Tell me, is there anything your good friend Asmo can do for you?” He purred.

Darling fidgeted. “There is one thing I can think of that’s really relaxing. Do you think, um, that I could take a nap in, like, your stomach? It’s so soft and warm, and you’re really good at moving the walls about so that it’s like a massage.” She kept her eyes on her hands in her lap.

Asmo chuckled against her cheek. “You know, I’m so used to being asked for a different relaxation method, but part of me was really hoping you’d say that.” He gave her a peck on the check and leaned forward while tilting her face towards him to press his lips to her forehead and whisper the spells.

He held her in his palm so she lay flat on her back, fiddling with his D.D.D for a moment to find some relaxing spa music, and pressed his thumbs in to her back in a massage, causing her to practically melt in to his hand with a relieved sigh as he worked out every bit of tension from her muscles.

When he deemed it good enough, he tilted his head back and brought his hand up so she easily slid in to his open mouth.

He continued the massage there, using his tongue with the precision of an expert, the warmth making it especially heavenly for Darling.

And finally, he leaned back against her pillows and swallowed, his throat muscles gently sliding her in to his velvety stomach.

He felt her settle and hug the organ, and he contracted the walls around her so they pressed and pulsed softly against her.

He ran his pointer finger around where he could feel her in feather light circles.

He turned up the sound on his D.D.D and set it close to his middle so she could faintly hear it through him.

“Remember, cutie, we all want you to be happy and take care of yourself properly.”

And he sang softly to her, going along with the melody of the music playing, his voice smooth and sure wrapping around her gently like a soft blanket.

Beelzebub

Beel was lounging back against his head board in his bedroom, he’d come back from his work out not long ago and could still feel the slight burn tingling throughout his entire body.

His twin was out somewhere, so it was only him at the moment.

He was actually debating going to find Darling and seeing what she was up to, when there was a light knock on the door; he knew it was her before she even opened it, his brothers either wouldn’t bother or would knock much harder.

“Come in.” He said.

It was clear something was up the minute she slipped in, she obviously looked tired, and there was a tension written across her features.

He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, alert.

His long strides brought him over to her in no time, and he gently gripped her forearms and leant down to look at her face. “What’s wrong?”

She chuckled dryly. “Am I that transparent?”

“A bit.” He nodded, kneeling down so he was closer to eye level with her. Instead of asking again, he looked in to her eyes imploringly.

It was clear that simply seeing her upset made him sad too.

Darling sighed and cast her gaze to the side, unable to meet his puppy dog eyes.

“It’s one of those days, is all. I’ve been sitting by myself in my room all day, the same as I’ve always done when I feel upset for no reason, wallowing and crying alone. And… it… I, um…” She was suddenly embarrassed. “For the first time, I had the thought that I wanted to not be alone like that. That I had, like, someone I actually wanted to comfort me, y’know.”

Beel blinked. “Me?”

She nodded. “Yeah.” Her hands found their way to the hem of her cardigan and fiddled with it nervously. “Sorry if I’m bothering you, but I was actually hoping to ask you for a favor.”

He smiled and ran his large hands up and down the length of her arms soothingly. “You’re not a bother to me, Darling, never. What’s the favor?”

She took a breath. “Could you eat me? For a little bit, please? I want to be close to you, and it’s really warm and soft and nice.”

His smile widened, and he nodded. “’Course, I’d be glad to.” He leaned forward to put the protective spell on her.

He stood back up to his full height and took her hands in his own, guiding them up to his mouth.

It never took Beel long to eat, so it was practically no sooner than he did that that Darling found herself curled up safely in his gut.

It really was ironic how heavenly the inside of a demon could feel.

Beel gazed at his middle softly, kneading his fingers into it.

It never failed to make him feel good when he was able to keep safe the people he loved, and holding Darling like this created a special type of warmth in him.

Belphegor

Belphie yawned, making his way through the halls of the House of Lamentation.

It was pretty late, but not terribly; it was a safe bet for Darling to still be awake at this time.

So he knocked on her door, and his suspicion was confirmed when he heard movement through it.

But what did surprise him was that instead of opening the door right away like normal, she talked from behind it. “Hello?”

He couldn’t tell if her voice really sounded weird or if it was only because of the door. “It’s me, Darling, can I come in?”

Silence.

“Darling?” He questioned.

“U-Uh, I’m a bit busy right now, could you come back later?”

“You’re busy? At this hour?” Something was definitely off.

He tried the door handle, and it was unlocked; however as soon as he tried to open it, Darling quickly grabbed it and pushed back.

“Really, I need to be alone right now is all. Everything’s fine! Like I said I’m… busy.”

“Busy, sure.” Darling could try and keep the door closed, but she wasn’t nearly as physically strong as a demon. Belphie gave a more forceful push on the door and it swung open, Darling scrambling back to avoid getting hit by it.

Even though she turned her face away the second he stepped in to avoid looking him in the eyes, he still saw it.

Tears, drying on her cheeks and still damp around her red eyes.

He stared at her, his hand still gripping the door knob.

She gave an entirely unconvincing laugh. “Okay, okay, you caught me. I was watching some videos on my D.D.D and came across a really sad one. I knew you’d think it was silly so that’s why I hadn’t opened the door.

“Yeah?” He stepped forward, closing the door and crossing his arms while he leaned against it. “What was it about?”

“Homeless kittens.”

“That does sound sad; you should show it to me.”

“Oh, sorry, I already exited out of it and I forget what the actual title was-“

“You’re pretty good at coming up with lies on the spot, huh.”

She deflated, shoulders slumping.

“Want to tell me what the real reason is?” He asked.

She startled fiddling with her hands. “It really is dumb.”

“Nothing that can make you cry is dumb; now out with it.”

“It’s dumb because there really is no reason. Nothing, like, happened, all it was is I was sitting on my bed and started feeling sad, and anxious, and all these thoughts kept coming at me and,” She sighed. “and I couldn’t help but start crying.”

Belphie hummed, listening to what she said. She started getting even more anxious as the silence started to stretch after she finished. “Look, I-“

His arms draped over her shoulders, and he hugged her against himself. “It’s okay.” He said.

It took a couple seconds, but she returned his hug, and he could feel the few fresh tears that squeezed out of her.

His cheek rested on the top of her head. “Do you want to talk about it at all?”

She shook her head, pulling back some. “No, not really, not right now, sorry. Honestly, all I want to do is be able to relax for even a little bit, but when I get in these moods I never seem able to.” She looked dejected, but then he could see an idea spring up behind her eyes.

“What?” He asked.

“It’s nothing, it’s dumb.”

“You should really learn to stop saying that about yourself.” He stepped back, hands planted on her shoulders, and leaned down to look at her. “What is it?”

Her eyes kept flicking from his to somewhere off to the side. “Well, would you mind, like, helping me relax?”

“How?”

She paused. “By eating me?”

“You… actually want me to…?”

“You can say no, but it is really comfy and I always feel nice when you guys do that, so I thought maybe it would help me now too. What do you think?”

“Mm, yeah, I’m fine with that.” He smiled. More than fine with the idea, honesty.

After putting the spells on her, he picked her up and walked over to her bed.

“Thank you, Belphie.” She said.

“Trust me, it’s my pleasure, really.” He ruffled her hair with a few fingers.

His lips closed around her shoulders, and he tilted his head back to swallow her, letting her small body slide deep into him.

He yawned once he felt her curl up inside him, rubbing a hand against his slightly protruding stomach. Having such a pleasantly full stomach always made him so tired.

He sank back against Darling’s mattress; surely she wouldn’t mind if he crashed here tonight.

They talked a little bit longer, before Darling relaxed enough to fall asleep. Even still, he kept rubbing circles into her, his motions only slowing when he too fell asleep, curled protectively around his stomach.

Simeon

He’d texted Darling not long ago, asking if she was free and if she’d like to pay him a visit at Purgatory Hal.

Not only was it his duty as an angel to look out for humans, but he was also fond of Darling herself, and he wanted to talk about something he’d been noticing for a while now.

He’d told her to not worry about knocking and to come right in when she got there, so soon she was interrupting his thoughts by poking her head through the door. “Knock knock.” She said, smiling.

“Darling, nice to see you.” He smiled radiantly at her, waving a hand to call her forward.

She closed the door behind her and crossed to the desk he was sitting at, leaning her hip against it. “So, is something up? What’d you call me over for?”

“Am I not allowed to simply wish to see you?”

“Ah, well, I guess, but sounded like there was more than that.”

He chuckled. “Sharp. Yes, there is something I wanted to talk about; how are you feeling?”

“How am I feeling?”

“Yes; you see, you already know I’ve been paying attention to you, it’s only natural given what you are and where we are, and I want to make sure you’re faring well. The thing is, I can tell that you’ve got a lot of trouble and worry blanketing your soul. Is everything alright with your school work? With those brothers? Is there anything you wish to talk about?”

She seemed stunned. “I, uh, everything going alright; I’m getting good grades and the brothers are really nice to me, a lot of people are nice to me now that they’ve gotten used to having a human around. Things… things are great.”

“But there is something weighing on you even still. Here.” He took her hand and guided her over to a couch that sat in the corner, sitting with bother her hands held in both of his. “Talk to me, I promise to do my best to guide you.”

“It’s really not anything to concern yourself about.” His eyes continued to watch her, and she sighed, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. “I’ve always had a few mental health problems, even before coming here, so feeling like this isn’t new to me. But lately, I’ve been really feeling the pressure of my position. I feel like so many people are watching me, needing me to perform exceptionally, and that any mistake on my part would be a great disappointment. It’s like I’m drowning in everything, and I’ve been trying so hard no to show it to anyone, especially the brothers, because either it would worry them or make them disappointed that I can’t handle this better, and I’m not sure which is worse.”

He rubbed his thumbs along her knuckles. “People have their own expectations, certainly, but it is not up to you to live up to those at the cost of yourself. And as for hiding this, I promise you that you have many people in your corner who support you and want you to be able to trust them, because once you do then they can help you. You are much loved, Darling.”

He only let go of one of her hands to use his thumb to wipe at the tear rolling out of her eye.

“Thank you, Simeon, I appreciate that.”

“Of course, dear. Now, I’d say it’d do you some good to find something that relaxes you; perhaps I could even help you. Tell me, what makes you feel safe?”

She bit her lip, shifting in her seat. “I do have one idea, but I’m not sure you’d be willing to.”

“You won’t know for sure unless you ask.”

“True. Do you remember how a little bit ago, how you ate me?”

“Ah, yes, how could I forget.” He smiled.

She blushed. “Right. I was really surprised at how different it felt from when the demons do it, your stomach feels like being wrapped in sunshine itself.

Simeon laughed. “Thank you for the compliment. So, you’d like me to do that again, then?”

She nodded. “Only if it wouldn’t bother you; I’d hate for you to feel obligated because you feel like you have to help me.”

“It’s not bothersome at all; I quite enjoyed the experience, and I was hoping to get the chance again. Come closer.”

He used magic to shrink her, the protection spell unnecessary as an angel’s body physically couldn’t harm her.

“You can stay as long as you’d like, Darling. I hope this can help to ease your worries and make you feel better.”

He set her gently atop his tongue and closed his mouth, swallowing.

He rubbed his palm against the small bump he could see through his clothes and started humming a song from the celestial realm to her, letting it add to the naturally soothing symphony of his body.

#soft vore #safe vore #vore writing #g/t vore #male pred #female prey #same size vore #shall we vore #darling words

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"Come on, don't be mad," Rise insisted for the hundredth time as they waited for the train to come through. They had been there for a few minutes, bags in hands and feet impatient. At least they a few CDs apiece, and a poster that Rise hoped would do for Chie's gift, even though it was Bruce Lee's Enter The Dragon instead of Sonny-Sammy-whoever.

"Why not? My feelings are just as valid as yours."

"And it wasn't my fault! Like, you heard me try to tell him I didn't want any attention!"

"False modesty. I mean, I bet you say shit like that all the time, just so you look like a precious little princess."

The train going the opposite way whipped past, and she watched Ai's pink dress flutter for a moment until the din died down. Then she said in a quiet voice, "You want to be left alone? I will leave you alone. I just don't think that's what you really want."

"You were going to ditch me anyway. What does Risette want with some small-town teen queen when she's Japan's teen queen? It would happen sooner or later."

"Do you want me to apologise for your friend getting star-struck?"

"He was my friend first. And I mean, not that we're close, just that he's someone I-"

"Because I won't."

Ai blinked a couple of times before turning to look at her properly. "What did you just say?"

"I'm not going to apologise," Rise repeated firmly, her own features severe and intense now. "Remember me telling you I didn't even submit my first idol contest application myself? I never asked for all this. I have enjoyed it, sure — who wouldn't? But it's not 'my fault' people go crazy for celebs. Besides, I even tried to tell that guy not to make a big deal, to just let me hang out with my friend, and he kept fangirling anyway. My input clearly doesn't matter, so I am taking zero responsibility for him being an otaku. Do you understand?"

The other girl looked completely thunderstruck. In fact, she had no words. The train arrived shortly afterward, and they both got on without speaking, grasping for overhead straps as the doors slid shut.

It wasn't until they got off at the Yasoinaba station and Rise had started striding for the steps, feeling like a failure, that she felt her hand grasped from behind. She turned to slap whatever creep had grabbed her, but the creep was Ai, so she decided not to hit her. Yet.

"What?" No answer. Ai was too busy staring down at the space between their shoes. "Come on, it's getting late… I can still work a shift at Marukyu if you let me g-"

"I'm sorry!" she burst out, then cleared her throat to try again. "I apologise, Rise."

"What?"

"Shut up, don't make me say it again. I overreacted and I already feel stupid."

Cranking up the bubbliness to eleven, she gushed, "Oh noooo, I don't think I heard you at aaaaalllllll. What was that, Ebi-chaaaan?"

"Sh-shut UP!"

"Do you wuv meeeeee?" This time, Ai did yank her hand away and begin to stomp off down the steps, leaving a giggling Rise to chase after her.

"Like you said, have fun at Marukyu."

"You were a meanie," she told her, still laughing just a little. "I think I get to tease you a little."

"I don't like it. And I have explained why."

"Yeah. Your grade school classmates weren't teasing you, though. They were mocking you."

"Same fucking difference."

Jogging to walk side-by-side with her, despite Ai occasionally picking up speed to try and outstrip the idol, she went on, "Not really. Friends tease. Bullies mock… or sometimes hurt you physically. Did you ever get hurt like that?"

"Well… yeah, I did. But it's been a while. I mean, certainly not since elementary."

"Well that's good. I'll try not to tease you too much, but like, it's not going to work if I can't tease you. Because friends do that, and leaving that out would make this kinda fake. Right?"

Ai raised an eyebrow and glanced over at her. "I… do not follow that logic at all. You're weird."

"I'm not," she giggled, leaning down to smile up at her. "C'mon, it's fun. And I promise-promise I'll try to keep an eye on it so I don't make you feel really bad, and you might even get used to it. And that might help you with that 'everybody's tone is mocking' thing you feel."

"So let me get this straight. You think by teasing me, you're doing me a favour by desensitising me to people being jerks?"

"Right!"

"And that's 'friendship'? Putting me through that gauntlet?"

"Yup! I'm pretty great, right? My generosity is limitless!"

Finally, the grumpy girl laughed as they got to the bus stop, plopping down on the bench with their bags next to their feet. "Whatever. You're insane."

"Maybe. Or maybe I'm amazing and it just looks insane."

"Two sides of the same coin."

"So… I didn't wanna ask in front of 'the expert', but what was all that in the CD store? You two were off in your own little world there."

Ai's face was already flushed from being annoyed earlier, and all that power-walking. But it definitely didn't get any less rosy as she fidgeted, playing with the hem of her dress. "That's… it's stupid."

"Might be. But we're friends, we have to share stupid interests and stuff."

"You're really starting to be a pain with this 'friend' thing all the time." But Rise was patient. And eventually… "It's… something left over from my mother."

"Your mother?"

"Yes. She, um, she used to really love those old city pop singers; had so many records. Her fave was Mariya Takeuchi; just had really fond memories from her childhood, and she used to play them for me all the time."

A sinking feeling settled into the pit of her stomach. "Your mom… is she, u-um…?"

"Hm? No, she's alive. Probably." Ai looked extremely conflicted for a moment before heaving a deep sigh. "She moved out at the beginning of last year."

"Moved out? Like… a divorce?"

"Not officially. Yet. But it seems like it's going to be a matter of time." When Rise opened her mouth to reply, she was quick to cut her off. "Look. After my dad got rich overnight, I wasn't the only one who changed. We all did. But my mother seemed to resent it, even though we were all different afterward — including her hypocritical ass. Said she couldn't stay in the house with her b- with us, because we were like strangers now. And I…"

Rise gave her a few seconds to finish the thought. When she didn't, she reached over with her free hand to take up Ai's in a gentle grip. That seemed to encourage her to continue.

"It's my fault. For changing too much, for no longer being the child she raised. And I got so angry with her, said a lot of things I can never take back… I drove her away. Like I tried to do to you. So you see? Might as well ditch me now before I treat you like shit one day."

As if she hadn't already. But saying that was not productive, so she focused on the subject at hand. "Hey… I don't think that's right." When the other girl began to sigh, she pushed on, "No, listen. She's your mom, right? She's the adult — her and your dad, I mean. Of course if she's telling you she doesn't like how you have changed because you're growing up, like, you're gonna get mad. She's supposed to be the one who can figure out you're just mad and you'll get over it, or whatever."

"That sounds great, but I don't think it works that way in the real world."

"Maybe not this time, but it's how it's supposed to work. So don't go around hating on yourself for something she needed to do better."

Finally seeming to realize her hand was being held, she turned to blink at her new friend, brow furrowed. "I don't… know… I guess I wasn't expecting you to be this… genuinely…"

"Awesome?" she attempted with a small smile as the bus arrived. "Pretty? Hot as hell?"

"Nice. Even to a huge bitch like me."

Once they had both paid their fare and chosen a seat in the back, Rise whispered, "Listen. We're going to have to get used to each other. But we should probably get to know each other if we really want a shot at that." She chewed on her thoughts for a moment as they rode into Inaba. "Mmmm, did you know I actually really like helping out at Marukyu?"

"Hadn't really thought about it." After a second, she relented, "Okay, I guess I thought it was just some kind of PR stunt. But don't read too much into that."

"You're fine," she giggled as she snaked her arm around Ebihara's elbow, ignoring the fresh twitch it earned her. "But yeah, it's probably weird, but I actually really enjoy frying up the ganmodoki myself. Getting my hands dirty, helping clean up, straighten up, checking on my grandma…"

Though Ai had been ramrod straight like a tin soldier ever since they linked arms, she slowly began to relax the more she listened to Rise. "Well yeah, I guess I get that. She's family and you probably missed her while you were off dazzling the world."

"The world? Please. I mean, I do have a handful of fans in Korea and China, but none any further than that. I'm not that special."

"You are. They just can't see it past the language barrier."

"Awwwww…"

"I regret everything," she grumbled. But of course, Rise was still giggling as they slipped off the bus and onto the sidewalk, a lot closer to their sleepy little city.

"Hey, can I come over and listen to my CD at your place? I don't have a CD player anymore."

"Then… why did you buy- never mind. You probably have even more disposable income than I do."

Rolling her eyes, she bumped Ai just enough so that they both stumbled the tiniest bit. "Dork! I only accepted because he was so happy to be doing us a favor. And I figured hey, I might as well pick something I wanted instead of just a couple of random CDs I didn't care about. These are souvenirs now."

"Ah yes. Souvenirs of the time you had to put up with a raging harpy."

"Wow! Like, you really only have two modes, don't you? 'Meanie' and 'Depression Fest 2012'."

But apparently, that had been the wrong thing to say. Rise was just trying to tease like she always did; it was part of her job. The more she teased, the more she played, the more fun people had. The more fun they had, the better mood they were in. The better their mood, the more likely they were to capitulate to whatever the terms were — those of her manager, or herself. And it had all worked out, because she wanted friends so badly and everyone around seemed to become her friend when she treated them that way. Even if the friendships didn't last.

But this time, it silenced Ai so completely that she found herself checking on her every few seconds as they walked along. What did she say? Had it really been that much worse than anything else so far? Eventually, she wound up stopping to pull her into a gentle hug.

"God… it's not- you don't have to do that."

"I'm sorry. You know I'm playing with you, right? Just playing! But if I'm really hurting you…"

Ai shook her head and dropped her bags so she could cling to her, burying her face in those mauve locks. "Shhh, you're fine. I… you don't have to do this. Any of it. But you're not screwing up as bad as you think you are, I'm just a bitch. Sorry for all these constant reminders."

"It's okay." Especially because Ai was so warm. This hug nearly undid all of the pain and strife they had put each other through over the course of a scant few total hours they had spent in each other's company.

And Rise didn't seem to be the only one who thought as much. Those arms tightened on her back, practically clinging to her as they soaked up each other's warmth. Why did this feel so right? They were all wrong for each other as friends, if all their bickering was any indication, yet a simple hug was like a dream come true. Ai smelled so good, expensive perfume mingling with soft skin just on the other side of that dress.

Even though the lace on Ai's choker was tickling her nose. Eventually, that made it twitch, and then she giggled as she shivered in an attempt to suppress a reaction.

"What?" Ai asked, confused.

"The lace tickled. You wear that thing all the time and I don't know why." It prompted a quiet sigh from the taller girl, so Rise skipped backward, hands in the small of her back. Maintaining a high energy level for their day might distract her from whatever demons she was battling internally. "C'mon! I'll race you to Junes!"

"Wha- hey, wait a minute, what about our bags? You don't expect me to carry all this!"

Maybe part of her motivation for taking off running and leaving Ai to carry all of their purchases was to instill a little more humility in the prissy girl. Or maybe she just wanted to do something carefree. Either way, her friend did scoop up the bags before taking off running after her.

~ o ~

"NOOOOO, give it back!"

"We've had enough of this weird thing!" Chie cackled as she ran away with Teddie's bear mascot head, holding it aloft while the blond boy himself chased after her. Rise leaned back in the food court chair and laughed her head off. Yes, she knew the head meant a lot more to him than just part of some costume; they all knew that, except for Ebihara. But he had been up to his usual mischief, saying he was going to "score" with Yukiko simply because she let him have some of her french fries. He obviously spent a little too much time listening to Yosuke.

"You guys are too much," Kanji sighed, face-palming as he leaned heavily against the table. But he didn't do anything to stop Chie and Yosuke throwing it back and forth, either.

"I have to say, this is a bizarre group of people to have come together," Ai commented as she sipped at her smoothie. Maybe she still wasn't ordering a ton of junk food, but she had insisted that a smoothie was really "cheating on her diet" considering that before she had met Narukami, she probably would have ordered a diet soda and no more. Their bags were stashed under their chairs until they headed home later — except for the poster. That was safely tucked beneath Yukiko's chair, once all the excessive bowing and thanking was over with, and Rise had refused to accept any money from her. She was just happy to help out her friends.

"I suppose so," Naoto conceded with a sage nod, hand at her chin as always. "From the outside looking in, it would seem strange to anyone."

"So how did you all meet, then? Bizarre multi-grade class project?"

There was definitely a pause. None of them were quite sure what excuse to come up with; only that they had to think of something to tell her that didn't involve supernatural hijinks. That would only send the average person running for the hills.

"Remember the Midnight Channel?" Yukiko began.

"Yukiko!" Kanji blustered. But she forged ahead, undeterred, and Rise felt her thighs clench beneath the tabletop. Moment of truth…

"Well, that murderer who killed Miss Yamano and the others? We knew he was somehow using the TVs to announce his next victims. Not only that, but my own kidnapping made it impossible to ignore for all of us; myself, obviously, but Chie and the others couldn't just wait for someone else to put a stop to it once our friends were becoming targets. We started investigating on our own since the police didn't seem to have any leads. And when Naoto-kun came to town and began to work with the police directly, we all sort of… found each other, thanks to that common goal."

Wow. Ai wasn't the only one dumbfounded; the others at the table found themselves impressed that she had come up with such a believable almost-truth on the spur of the moment like that.

"Th-that's amazing," Ai finally said, still blinking rapidly to try and dispel her shock. "I didn't know the rest of you were also detectives."

"Not very good ones," Rise provided with a little awkward laugh. "But all of us putting our heads together, we were finally able to figure out it was that creep Adachi. The power of teamwork!"

"Hey, you don't have to keep calling her 'Naoto-kun'," Kanji suddenly said with a slight frown at Yukiko. "We know she's a chick now, don't be disrespectful."

While Yukiko was looking regretful and beginning to bow to offer an apology, Naoto smiled and patted the tall boy on the bicep. "It's fine. In fact, I'm much more comfortable with that than I ever could be with something feminine like 'Nao-chan'. Just doesn't suit me."

Even as Rise was calling out "NAO-CHAAAAAAAAAAN" in a loud, carrying voice and throwing her arms around the stoic girl, prompting some flustered shovings, Ai was smiling across at the junior detective prince. "Naoto-kun it is. Obviously we want you to be comfortable."

Both the sentiment and the smile were so unexpected from Ai Ebihara that everyone stopped to look at her. After a second or two, she cleared her throat and went back to sipping at the dregs of her smoothie.

"Thank you, Ebihara-san," Naoto finally managed as Rise dropped back into her seat.

"Of course. See? I'm not a cunt all the time."

"Never said you were," Rise cooed as she pinched her cheek.

"HEY! Didn't I tell you to stop getting so physical with me? My face is the real money maker and so help me…"

Things only devolved from there. Kanji was apologizing profusely for presuming too much, Naoto was trying to assure him she didn't mind either, Yukiko had lapsed into another uncontrollable giggle-fit when she noticed Chie and Yosuke had started throwing Teddie himself back and forth. And Ai… was laughing and smiling. Not much; she still looked a little out of place there, not quite sure how she fit into the group of friends.

But she was starting to. Sometimes, a modicum of progress was the best you got.

To Be Continued…

#we'll face ourselves #forkanna writes #saphir de lune #persona 4 fanfiction #p4 fanfic #jess the writer #ai ebihara #rise kujikawa

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Ice Cream Social (Mal and Hades Father/Daughter story)

Ben pressed the housekeys into her hand. "Go," he urged, nodding to the door.

Mal bit her lip and glanced over her shoulder. In the doorway was a tall, pale-skinned man with long, dark robes. His blue hair was currently cold with no flames to speak of as he waited.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"Just out," Hades replied. His voice was soft – a little tired? She wasn't sure.

"But…" she turned back to Ben, chewing on her lip. "Zach just woke up. What if he starts crying? Or someone comes by?"

"I'm here," Ben reminded her. He put his hand up to her face to cup her cheek. "Listen, I got him. I won't let anything hurt him. Hades is going to take you out for the day. You need to be away from the castle."

"You have meetings," Mal protested. Ben's hands moved to her arms as he began to guide her towards the door. "Don't you? We can't leave him alone – he'll hate us!"

"He's six weeks old, Mal," Ben sighed. There were traces of exhaustion in his voice, but they weren't from any lack of sleep. Zach would routinely wake up once every night and Mal was so keen on him that Ben was never able to hear the crying before his wife had woken up and stolen the baby from under his nose. "Listen, you need to go and be away for a little bit. I've got Zach – don't you trust me with him?"

Mal's eye twitched. "Yes, of course. You always take good care of him, but Ben, don't you think-"

Hades put an arm around Mal's shoulders and her arguments ended in a little squeak. Her eyes were still wide though, and she stopped focusing on Ben and let her attention fix on a point over his shoulder. Ben carefully stepped in between her and the baby swing before she could summon in. Hades continued edging her out.

"You've got the-"

"I've got everything Mal."

"And you know where the-"

"I know where everything is, Mal."

"And if he starts to-"

"Mal. I live here. He's my son too. I promise you I know how to take care of him and I know how you like to do things with him."

Mal's lower lip trembled. Hades opened her hand for her and put another ring of keys in it. "Go on, go start the car. My son-in-law and I are going to talk for a minute."

"I want to say bye!" Mal burst back past the doorframe in a sudden panic and rushed back past Ben before he could catch her. With one arm out where Mal had passed through two seconds before, Ben took a long, slow, deep breath. Hades pressed his lips together.

"It's this bad?" he asked softly, nodding to where Mal was kneeling on the ground in front of the baby swing.

Ben pressed both hands together in front of his face and took another deep breath. "At least she's not refusing to be around him and doing this," he reasoned. "But yeah, she's been like this for the last two months. Worse at night and when anyone comes around."

"And when you say anyone…"

"She cried when my mom picked him up for a photo."

"Did you film it?"

"Evie did. It was funny at first, but after a month of her still being in shock and everything…" Ben glanced over his shoulder, shaking his head. Mal was chewing on her lip on the floor with one hand balanced out as if she was going to brush her fingers down Zach's cheek. Ben knew she wouldn't – she was terrified to touch him.

"Well, at least she likes him-"

"No, she's terrified of him."

"She can't be terrified of her own-"

"She thinks she's giving off some sort of invisible influence that is going to corrupt him and make him evil."

Hades went silent, staring between Ben and Mal as if they both had two heads. Ben sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I think… she's going back into some sort of Isle state. She's… jumping whenever anyone enters the room, she's not sleeping or eating or taking care of herself, she's obsessing over everything about him… it's bad. It's like… she's literally become a dragon protecting her horde, and she's reverting back to when she had to protect everything she owned and fight everyone around her."

"What?" Mal called from in front of the swing. They'd been whispering, but the word "fight" had her swiveling around to focus. "What's wrong? Is someone coming?"

"No, we just need to head out," Hades replied. Ben sighed and walked over to the baby swing. He forced his arm through Mal's and turned her away from the cooing, content baby in the swing. Mal allowed herself to be turned around but then began trying to twist back around to make sure Zach was okay. Only Ben's arm kept her moving forward as she craned her neck to make sure nothing had happened to Zach in the five seconds she'd been facing the other way.

Hades took her other arm as soon as she was close enough and forcibly helped her over the doorframe. "C'mon, Mallie. I haven't seen you since Zach was born – we're going to go out and Ben is going to have some father-son time with him. It'll be really good for the kid – you want him to be attached to his dad, right?"

"Yes, Ben's great with him, but-" Hades had to take her other arm to keep her from wiggling out of his grip. "Do we have enough diapers at home? Maybe we should send out for more."

"No, we're okay Mal," Ben used his foot to edge her foot out into the hall. "You're going out with your dad and he's going to stay here with me."

"Does he have enough blankets? What if he gets cold and gets sick and-"

"Mal, it's summer. He's fine."

"Does he still have his gloves so he doesn't scratch-"

"Goodbye, Mal."

The door shut with a rather final thud and Hades heard Ben turn the lock. Mal began to hyperventilate. In theory, if she wasn't panicking as much as she was, she could have easily gotten away from him and used an unlocking spell and then he and Ben would really have been in trouble, but as it was, she was easy enough to lead down the hall and into the front hall of the palace.

"What happens if he starts to cry and Ben doesn't know what to do?" Mal babbled as they got to the front steps, only about ten feet from the car. She began to show a little resistance now, refusing to move her feet as she continued looking back over her shoulder. "What if he needs me?"

"Oh, now Ben knows what he's doing," Hades held her arm a little tighter as he continued pulling her towards the car. "He taught you how to hold him, remember?"

"Yes but maybe he forgot-"

Hades opened the door and helped her in. He pushed the lock down on her door before he closed it, which was a good thing because, by the time he'd gotten in on his side, she was already trying to open it.

"Hey," he snapped a little and grabbed her hand to squeeze as he quickly put the car in gear. "Ben's got this. He has everything he needs. And you and I are going to go out for ice cream."

They started rolling and Mal let out a little breath as the front door slowly moved out of sight. "Yes, okay," she agreed in a tiny voice before fumbling over her shoulder for the seat belt. "Ben's got this."

"He does," Hades agreed. He watched her settle down a little bit more, wringing her hands and shaking as she took a few deep breaths.

They got out of the palace and Hades figured her anxiety had leveled off as much as it was going to. He drummed his fingers on the wheel – would it be better to start a conversation about Ben or about being the queen or about Zach or what?

"What's on your mind?" he asked finally.

Mal let out a little laugh. "Oh, I'm just worried about Zach," she replied, holding a hand to her head. "He's just so little and I don't want anyone coming by while I'm gone."

"I'm sure Ben won't let anyone in."

"Well, he might. He's not as cautious as I am."

"I saw an article about how you didn't want to let anyone around him. Exceptional Exposure said you were hoarding the crown prince from the public."

"Oh wow… the public can go screw itself… he is not even two months old, he has the rest of his life to be their crown prince, and they do not need to pester my baby."

Hades laughed and then chewed on his cheek. "I remember your mom didn't want anyone else to see you after you were born either."

Mal almost jumped right out of her skin. "What?" she demanded. Her skin was pasty white.

Hades realized he might have touched on a bad subject. "Well, she just didn't want to share you." He tried to laugh it off. "She used to cuddle with you for hours while you slept."

Mal relaxed a little, but she'd seized the door handle and didn't seem intent on releasing it soon.

"I think it's something a lot of new moms do," Hades continued. "They're just new and hard to share."

Mal nodded slowly. "I just… worry that something will happen if I leave him," she agreed.

"Well, Ben's got this. He's, you know, "the guy". The one who is good with kids and knows how to calm them down and he's good with them. He'll be fine."

Mal chewed her cheek, nodded, and turned to look outside the window. Hades watched her out of the corner of his eye as she traced the outlines of the passing buildings and looked sad. After a minute, he leaned over and poked her. "Do you not like that Ben's good with him?"

Mal spun so fast he was surprised her head didn't pop off and keep going. "No!" she exclaimed. "Oh, no! Ben is.. wonderful. He knows just what to do and say and he's so, so, so… good. I'm just… not."

"You're not good?" he repeated. Mal shook her head, glancing down at her lap and twiddling her thumbs. He had a feeling they weren't talking about good as in "being good at something" but rather "good and bad".

"Mallie, you know good and evil don't really exist, right?"

"Well, of course they don't… it's just… sometimes they do."

"What's that mean?"

Mal chewed on her cheek more. What would he do if she happened to bite right through it? Was that possible? How would that even be treated?

They took an exit off the main road and pulled into the drive-in of a cheap family diner. They were only about fifteen minutes from the palace even if Hades thought Ben was more likely to reinstate the barrier and murder his own father than be forced to call Mal for help.

Mal still hadn't answered, so Hades busied himself with rolling down his window and reading the menu to her. "There's vanilla and peach and chocolate – oh look, you can get them with candy coating. Do you want strawberry or birthday cake or-"

"Maybe I should call Ben and make sure everything's okay-"

Hades snapped his hand out to catch her wrist as she pulled her phone out of her jacket. He slowly wrenched it from her fingers and then tucked it into the driverside door, making sure the screen was facing away so she couldn't use magic to make the touchscreen react. "There's also cherry and butterscotch," he finished.

Mal's lower lip was jutting out, but she turned her focus to the dimly-lit plastic board of options and sighed. "Maybe the peach and strawberry option?" she asked.

"Still craving fruit?"

Mal blushed. "Yeah."

Hades pulled forward to the little black speaker box with the hexagonal opening in it. "Hello, we'd like to order some ice creams-"

"Let me know when you're ready to order."

"We like to get some-"

"Hold on sir, you're not coming through clearly."

"Can you hear me-"

"What would you like to order?"

Mal giggled as Hades huffed in annoyance. She leaned past him and gave her order to the black box. For some reason, her voice was more compatible with the hexagon. When Hades still couldn't talk straight, she gave them his order too.

Maybe they didn't have a great speaker, in Hades' opinion, but they did have pretty fast service. A tiny drive later and with a few fumbling interactions, Mal was balancing two rather tall cones as Hades tried to exit the driveway without committing curbicide. He growled when the wheels protested a particularly tight turn and Mal giggled when the back wheel thumped up and over a grate.

"Ben told me that there was a nice little park over this way-"

"Maybe I should call him now?"

"Mallie, it's been twenty minutes."

Mal guarded the ice cream from the sunlight carefully as Hades circled the street and the parking lot twice before finding the park hidden behind a wall of thick trees. The two left the car parked as straight as they could between two crooked lines of paint and got out. Mal hesitated before closing her car door. "Can I check my phone to make sure…"

Hades closed the door for her. "I've got my phone. If the palace burns down, you can see it from here. Otherwise, Ben will probably call me first."

They walked for maybe thirty seconds underneath the trees before finding some park benches. Originally, Hades had planned on making Mal walk a little bit more to keep her mind off Zach, but walking turned out to make it harder to focus on eating ice cream, so they stopped and listened to the wind blow through the trees around them. Kids were laughing nearby – this park had a playground.

"You could probably walk here with Zach from time to time," Hades hummed as he picked off bits of the candy coating to snack on. "He'd probably love that."

Mal hummed in agreement. "We wouldn't have to bring guards," she agreed. "The palace doesn't usually make me take guards. Just Ben."

"I think that says a lot."

"It does, doesn't it?"

Hades flicked a bit of candy at her. It was so hot out here that even the coating was starting to melt. A bit of white stuck to her cheek, which she wiped away as she rolled her eyes. "Why is Auradon so hot and green and.." he threw his head back and let a demonic growl escape his throat. A passing jogger jumped, looked around, and kept going.

Mal laughed. "It took me a long time to get used to how bright it is here. Sometimes I still catch myself squinting."

Hades nodded. "Auradon is weird."

"Auradon is weird."

"I just don't understand them."

"I never have either."

Hades chewed on his cheek. "It's… odd," he said. "Some people just… came off the island and came to Auradon. And some of us came off the island, but then we brought the Isle with us."

Mal's hand shook a little as she bit off the top of her cone. She traced the green coating of the metal chain-link table. "That's me," she whispered. "I know I'm in Auradon, I think I act Auradon, but then something happens and I realize that part of me is just always stuck on that island, trying to get out of the barrier."

"It's tough."

"It is tough."

"Everyone always thinks I'm crazy."

"I'm so afraid I'm going to hurt Zach because of it."

There was a silence then. It was an odd silence that was so… palpable it's almost like someone set an object in front of them. An object of silence.

"Mallie, you're doing really good with him. Everyone says so."

But Mal sniffed and wiped her eyes with her wrist. "I… I don't know."

"I know. Ben knows. Heck, even Zach knows. Ben says you're his favorite person."

Mal shook her head. "I swear I'm doing my best but… I just think I'm too much like mom to do this."

"Now listen, I know Maleficent wasn't the easiest person to get along with, but she was a good mom to you. A really good mom. She cuddled you and sang and-"

"No, she wasn't a good mom." Mal set her cone down and held her hands to her head. "She wasn't… maybe she was good at first, but she wasn't good when I needed her to be."

Hades reached across the table. Mal put her hand in his and squeezed it a little. "You talk to her lately?" he whispered.

Mal shook her head. "Not since I found out I was pregnant. She was just… I knew what she would say. So I never went and told her or anything. She probably knows now, of course, but I didn't say anything."

"What did you think she'd say?"

"The same thing she's been saying for years. Every time I've gone to visit her ever since I got married it's been the same thing. How I'm making a huge mistake and turning my back on her and Ben isn't in this for the long run and all my children will be exactly like me and-"

"If all of your children turn out exactly like you, I think you and Ben should count yourselves lucky."

Mal sobbed. She took her hand back and covered her face and began to cry. Hades was up out of his seat and over to her side of the table before she could even finish putting her head down to hide her tears.

"I can't do this," she sobbed. "I can't even… what if there's still evil in me? What if it got to him somehow? I don't want to make it worse and I don't want him catching anything from me… but I can't leave him when he's so small and he needs me…"

"There is no evil in you," Hades protested. He tried to pull her into a sitting position so he didn't have to hug the table to get his arms around her. "Mal, you are a good person."

"I can't possibly be a good person," Mal disagreed. "And Zach… how can I be a good mom? I don't know what a good mom is. Ben has Belle and Adam and he's perfect and good but I've got Maleficent and-"

She broke down more, leaning into his shoulder. Hades rubbed her back slowly. "What'd she do to you?" he whispered.

He meant the question rhetorically, but then Mal's breath caught and shuddered and he realized then what Ben had meant about her going back into an Isle state. Her mind was jumping back to always having to be on her guard, always having to protect what was hers. She'd never been a mom before and so she'd naturally retreated to remembering what her mom was like and trying to avoid that.

Hades rubbed her back to try and calm her down. "Mal," he whispered to try and bring her back to Auradon. "What happened? What'd she do?"

"She wasn't good," Mal whispered against his shoulder. "She wasn't… Ben's been trying to help me…"

"What'd she do?"

There was a lot of sniffling as Mal tried to calm back down. "I'm sorry, I'm just-" she wiped her nose on the napkins that had been given to them with their ice creams. Her peach ice cream was leaking out through the strawberry coating in little streams onto the pavement. "There was a lot. And I thought I was past it, but these last few weeks have been hard."

Hades put a hand on her knee and squeezed. "Talk," he urged.

A few deep breaths. "She would… she'd leave me alone for long times… just in my room or in… she had this other room where she'd keep me and I wasn't allowed to leave."

"Allowed?"

"Well, the one room had chains so I couldn't leave-"

"Chains?"

"Ben was mad too."

Ben was mad too? Just mad? He reasoned that Mal was likely downplaying the explosion Ben had had but geesh, Hades was a lot more than "mad" right now.

"What kind of a room?"

"A dark one. She had a lantern she'd bring whenever she'd come in and do stuff."

"Do stuff?"

"She wasn't a good mom, dad. She wasn't."

There was this deep and burning rage that was rising inside his chest. It wasn't like he hadn't dealt with child abuse before – people around the world had routinely left infants to die in fields and the Greeks had seen honor in assaulting young boys in particular, but he had also had to deal with the Polynesian people who tossed infants to sharks and the Babylonian people who auctioned their children off to brothels and the Hebrews who both slit the throats and stoned their raped daughters and the general crazy people who drove families off cliffs and threw children into walls. And yes, he'd put all those people into their proper places in the underworld. But there was a different rage felt here, when he'd trusted that woman with his daughter and was now finding she'd been locked in a room for-

"How long?"

"Well, it happened a lot for as long as I can remember…"

"No, I meant how long would she leave you there."

Mal wiped her eyes with her fingertips. "Usually just a few days."

"A few-"

"I know, I know. I know it's not normal, I just… that's what it was." Mal seemed to be finding a little bit of stability as she kept talking. "I talk to Ben and I know what a normal childhood should look like – I just didn't have one."

"She left you in a room for days?"

"That room or my room. My room was usually for… other people though."

"Other people?"

No answer, meaning an answer he didn't want.

"Mallie, she didn't-"

"That's what it was, Dad. That's how our world was. I didn't see anything wrong with it."

"How many?"

"Geesh, dad, it's not like I counted. It was just part of life. I didn't even understand the concept of rape until Carlos and Evie were talking to-"

"I can't believe it." He sat back, letting his arms fall back from her. His wrist hit the table and – ouch, that hurt – but he didn't even react.

Mal set a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. It was forever ago. Really."

"I trusted her with you."

"Well, you don't need to anymore."

He glanced over at her as she finished drying the rest of her tears. She took several deep breaths. He felt like he needed some too, but his head was more focused on drafting the perfect eternal punishment for Maleficent than it was on something subsidiary like the anger that was overpowering everything in him.

"I don't, do I?"

"No. That's Ben's job now."

"Well, at least he does a better job of looking after you." Wait. "Does he?"

"He does." She let a little bit of broken laughter escape. "And he's been working with me on all of this. I know he's been frustrated with me these last few weeks, but he knows I'm trying."

"You are trying. And you're doing good."

"I'm trying."

"You are good."

"I'm trying."

He set his hand back on her knee and squeezed. Mal put her hand atop his and squeezed back. Then there was a plop as her ice cream tipped over on the table and the last of the candy coating smashed through the green chain links. "Oh, shoot," Mal sighed. "Well, it was a lot of ice cream, I guess."

"Mal," Hades called. She turned and focused on him. Her eyes were red now from crying, which made the green stand out more. He leaned forward and wiped a few more tears out from under her lashes. "You literally gave up an entire belief system after five days of trying something new. You stepped up to be the future queen of a country you'd hated all your life for a boy you'd known six months. You took that country's safety and put it on your own shoulders and then fought tooth and nail to help everyone on both sides of that barrier for the last six or so years. If Maleficent could be one of the worst parents on that Isle and raise you, then Zach doesn't need to worry about any… residual evil from his grandmother. Whatever tough-stuff you've got in you, he's got in him. And he's got a better mom than you did, so he'll make it. No problem there."

Mal let out a little laugh. Her gaze darted down to the ground though, so Hades tugged her chin back up. "Evil doesn't exist," he whispered. "And even if it did, you work through it just fine. He can too. And that's not even taking into account the fact you've got a pretty awesome partner too."

"He is pretty great, isn't he? I got lucky."

"Let's not get too ahead of ourselves."

She laughed a little more and a few more tears escaped, but Hades wasn't too worried about them. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him again. Behind them, the steady "plip… plip… plip," of the melting ice cream could be heard. Another crash came as Hades toppled to the ground. They sat in silence, drawing off each other's weakness until something vibrated in Hades's pocket. Mal made a face at the offending noise and then sat straight up. "Is it Ben?" she demanded.

Hades sighed and fished in his robes for the device. He still wasn't used to carrying it around, but it had a cute picture of his grandkid and daughter on the front and that made him a little more fond of it.

"It is Ben," he affirmed. "It says he has sent me an attachment."

"An attachment?" Mal craned her head to read over his shoulder. "Why is his name 'Daughter Thief'?"

"Because 'Mal's unfortunate temporary assistant' was too long for a first name."

"Temporary?"

"Your vows said until death do you part. I didn't make the rules!" He passed the phone over to her. It was a photo of Zach, lying on his belly on Ben and Mal's bed and smiling at the camera. His eyes, which were Mal's pale-green without any magic behind him, were focused on the camera. Mal let out a happy sigh against Hades's arm.

A message came through. "Don't show Mal if she's still freaking out but you can have this photo to add to your stash."

Hades snorted. "She's okay."

A long pause, probably where Ben was debating what Hades meant by "okay".

"Really?"

"I'll try and keep her out a bit longer, but yeah." (Mal snorted and poked him for that message.)

"She's not worried that the press will break in and smother him?"

"She's calm."

"Unbelievable."

Mal hummed against Hades's arm. He put the phone away and ran his fingertips down her arm once. She closed her eyes. He laughed. "What, did worrying about him for six weeks straight wear you out?"

She shook her head and yawned. "I just want him to be okay," she mumbled.

Hades chuckled and watched as the heat got to her and she drifted away. "If he's anything like his momma, he won't go wrong."

Five minutes of silence. A palpable silence, but this time somewhat comforting. Like someone had dropped a blanket of silence over them. The ice cream stopped its "plip… plip… plip," as it dried. Eventually, Hades picked Mal up and carried her to the car. Put the air conditioning on and they drove around for a little longer before Hades pulled back up to the palace and carried her back in. Ben had to unlock the door before he could wander in and put her onto their bed. By that time, tiny prince Zach had also fallen asleep, so they put him beside Mal on top of all the covers and put a light blanket on them before turning on the fan and letting them both sleep.

"Thanks again for taking her out," Ben sighed after the door was shut. "She's been… ramping herself up for weeks."

"It was good," Hades nodded. "Nice to talk to her."

"You work magic. Seriously. She wasn't even listening to me anymore. I mean, you saw her…"

"Yeah. She was out there."

They both shifted awkwardly in the door. "Well, have a nice day," Ben said.

"You too, Daughter-Thief."

"Wait, does that mean I can call you-"

"No."

Back out the front door; he was drumming his hands on his legs. The car was still running – he put it in gear and headed out. The route home was memorized, but so was another route. Soon, he was peering up at a different government building.

Big white walls and barbed wire would mean nothing – visiting hours were still happening. Somewhere inside was a fae woman with black horns and evil in her blood who had a lot to answer for. He could wander in and request to see her. They could sit her down with clear glass and a telephone for them to talk to each other. He could interrogate her on everything she had done and let her know exactly where she was going when she died.

But then he was leaving again before anything had happened.

Mal would be fine. He would be too.

And he wasn't going to waste any more of his time with that crazy witch.

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