#Wow 3000+ words it’s been a while since I did something this long

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MSA time travel idea (part 32)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Vivi POV, 8, 9, 10, Lewis POV, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Lance POV 18, 19, Lewis POV 2, 21 , 22, Vivi POV 2, 24, 25  Lewis POV 3,  Mystery POV , Vivi POV 3, 29, Lewis POV 4, 31

Part 33: here

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VIVI POV

"Which of you alerted hospital staff to Lance Kingman’s condition?”

The officer steps into the room and Vivi spots a second man behind him. Lewis stands to greet them, and Vivi lets him take the lead. Conversation washes over her, buzzing like an annoying fly in the background. With all the new information being dropped into her lap, she is finding it difficult to think clearly.

‘Just because it’s weird, doesn’t mean we should discount it.’ How many times had she said that? A lot apparently, if Lewis is quoting it. But how does one fit all the weird things together into something coherent? 

She loosely remembers Lewis and Arthur talking about an almost violent encounter with some leather-wearing wacko, but that had occurred at least a week before Arthur’s odd behaviour began. If the man was threatening Arthur for whatever reason, surely she would have seen some signs earlier instead of a steamily overnight change.

Why even mention ‘demon possession’ if that were the case. It didn't exactly add to the mysterious stranger's credibility in the 'find Arthur' department.

What did any of this even mean?

Vivi's not on Lewis's level when it came to reading and sympathising with people, but she is good at connecting actions to motivation.  Nothing happened in a vacuum, there was always a cause and effect. There had to be some critical fact missing because, while some things fit together, others were completely random. Vivi exhales loudly, shifting her focus back onto Lewis. All she is doing is going over the same data points and hitting the same inconstancies. Futile.

“I’m a friend of his nephew, Arthur Kingsman. We heard Lance was in the hospital and came to offer support. It took us several hours to get here though,” Lewis is speaking, sounding confident and self-assured. He is talking in his ‘I'm dealing with people I don’t want to deal with, but I’m still going to be friendly’ voice. Unlike her and Arthur, Lewis is usually happy to interact with strangers, so she doesn’t hear this voice often.

“…We drove from Oak Ridge.”

Vivi, from her seated position, examines the two policemen more thoroughly. They don’t seem overly worried about her and Lewis, asking questions in a professional, concise manner. She has missed the introductions, so she doesn’t know either of their names.

“That’s pretty far off. Do you live there?”

“No. We were on a road trip. Arthur, he was with us, but he came back a few hours ahead.”

“Hmm. Have you see Arthur since then?”

“No,” A note of exhaustion is now creeping into Lewis’s tone like he has answered this question already.

“And you came straight to the hospital after arriving in Milton.”

“Yes."

There is a nod like the officer has just confirmed something important and Vivi realises that, if Lance had been attacked again -the officers hadn’t exactly confirmed anything yet- then Arthur is looking mighty suspicious. Arthur would never hurt his Uncle. But these guys didn’t know that. Statistically, these sort of things are usually a result of inter-family conflict.

“I met a weird guy in the car park who was looking for Arthur,” She pipes up, going with her ‘I’m just a dumb kid, what do I know’ voice, “Does that help?”

She has no problem throwing the mysterious stranger under the bus. Especially if the running theory, that the man is threatening Arthur, is true.

“We are not discounting anything. Which car park was this Miss Yukino?”

“It’s Vivi.” Lewis must have introduced her already. “It was the car park near the open mall. He had dark hair, a beard, wore a leather vest and had a bunch of bandages over his side like he’d been in a fight.”

The second man writes something down in his phone, frowning. There. Hopefully, that would throw their attention off Arthur and, to a lesser extent, her and Lewis. On top of everything, Vivi doesn’t want Arthur becoming a suspect in an attack on his own Uncle.

“Oh right!” She says brightly, standing, “Here.” She hands over the business card with the number. She has two of them, so it wasn’t like she was going to miss it.

“He gave me this. Maybe it'll help.”

Perplexed, the officer takes the card.

“So is Uncle Lance okay? What exactly happened? The hospital hasn’t told us much.”

“We’re really worried,” Lewis tacks on, from where he’s been watching Vivi’s attempts to subtly throw attention off Arthur.

At this, the second officer, the one who had been quiet up until now, steps forward. When he speaks his voice is warmer, accented in a way she can’t place, and not quite so coolly professional.

“Unfortunately, with the ongoing investigation, the hospital isn’t releasing any information on Lance Kingsman. We’ll look into this strange man …so there’s no need to worry.”

“But…”

“It’s late, and Hospital visiting hours are ending. You said you drove from Oaks Ridge? That’s a long drive, so the two of you should head home and get some rest." Lewis makes to interject, but the officer puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder, cutting him off.

"Nothing is going to happen between now and tomorrow. You are better off waiting in a more comfortable environment and coming back. Besides, you’re friend, Arthur, if he hasn’t been through here already, is more likely to turn up somewhere familiar. If you see him at all, tell him to get in contact. He’s not in trouble or anything, but we’d like to ask some questions.”

Vivi crosses her arms and has to clamp her jaw shut to prevent herself from saying something rude. That would just get them into trouble. She lets Lewis handle the rest of the interaction, watching, disgruntled, as Lewis relays their addresses and phone numbers in case they are needed for follow-up questions.

“Tempo? I have a sister up there. A cute town that one,” The second officer comments, apparently surprised.

“It’s cosy…” Lewis shrugs loosely, prompting, “How long has she been in Tempo for?”

Yeah. If by ‘cosy’ Lewis meant suffocating, then sure.

“…Last five years. Here,” A photo is pulled from the man’s wallet. “See. That’s my Niece. Cute an’t’ she”

Lewis nods along, scanning the photo, commenting thoughtfully, “Her name wouldn’t be Sarah Arias? I think I’ve seen them in the diner a few times…It’s a small town.”

“Haha. That wouldn’t happen to be the big purple building? She loves purple, so it’s the only one they go to.”

“Yeah, my parents own it.”

“That place has some crazy spicy food. Hey, Anderson… Maybe you should go there sometime.”

Vivi notes that ‘Anderson,’ has pretty much checked out of the conversation, focused on writing notes.

“Call me Michael by the way. Here, hold on. This is the department number and here is my extension,” He rips out a page, writing as he goes, “I work for Downtown Milton. Ask for me if you have any trouble, or your friend shows up. We’ll get this sorted, no problems. Anderson here is from the big city so he’s dealt with all sorts and cases.”

After more empty reassurances, promising that Lance was ‘probably going to be okay’ and ‘this hospital is one of the best in the state,’ they are escorted by Michael to the hospital’s main door. Most of the people in the foyer are gone, leaving it deserted. Two other officers are standing off to the side, attempting to be discrete. So that excluded sneaking back in and interrogating hospital staff. Not that she thought it would do them much good. 

Her and Lewis step back through the hospital’s entrance. Michael disappears, returning to his partner. It is telling when Lewis immediately slumps, sighing loudly. 

“Here,” Lewis hands her the number, rubbing his face. She doesn’t know what to do with it, but she slips it into her purse anyway. They share a long tired look. Exhaustion is mirrored across both of their faces. Now what?  

She is tired. Lewis is tired. They've been up since six, and it has been nonstop emotional curveballs since. That, coupled with eight hours of continuous driving, is probably contributing to the sudden wave of helpless defeat weighing on her chest. Now there is no obvious goal to work towards, she is at a loss.

The sky is quickly darkening, and it’s a hundred times windier than when she entered the hospital. Vivi’s hair blows about every which way, getting into her eyes and mouth. Lewis doesn't fare much better. Whereas usually, this would be a prime opportunity for some light teasing, right now, defeat is killing any amusement to be had. All she has is questions. No answers. No idea where Arthur is or whether Uncle Lance will be okay. All this effort and nothing to show for it.

"That doesn't look good," Lewis interrupts their moment of silent commiseration, nodding to the clouds which are blocking out the remaining sun, hastening nightfall.

"I dunno...always nice to have some mood lighting," She grouches. Shitty weather to reflect their shitty situation. They trudge back to the truck, huddling together, Vivi using Lewis's lager form as a windbreak.

"I can drop you at your place on the way to mine? If you want. I’ll pick you up in the morning. We can be back at the hospital first thing," Lewis offers, voice almost too quiet to hear over the wind.

"No.” She says it bluntly, too tied to beat around the social bush, “I’m staying with you."

Her and Lewis are sticking together until all this, whatever it was, is over. Despite her mental and physical fatigue, she knows there isn’t going to be a lot of sleeping going on. Not with so much stuff crowding her mind. Better to use that time planning and theorising with Lewis.  Maybe, she can also think up some new goal to pursue.

"Okay," Lewis nods, giving the smallest of smiles and Vivi punches him affectionately on the shoulder. He has no right looking that relieved.

The truck is easily spotted in the quickly emptying parking lot. Mystery is still in the cab, paws on the window, attention glued to them as they approach. He doesn't do his usual happy-dog-reunion-routine when Vivi lets him out, instead sniffing at her legs in an almost urgent manner.

"I need to call mama and let her know we're coming home. Would you drive?" Lewis draws her attention away from Mystery. She motions with an ‘up’ gesture and the dog leaps into her arms in a practised action.  She runs a hand through his fur in a calming motion.

"Yeah. I'm fine with that. Is there going to be room for me to…”

“You know there’s always space for you at my place,” Lewis anticipates her question, “Besides, it has barely been 24 hours since we left, so the mattress you slept on is probably still set up.”

The mention of time sours both their expressions. Hard to think that all this drama has occurred within 24 hours.

Vivi makes her way around to the driver’s seat, preparing for another bumpy ride as she re-familiarises herself with the truck. Mystery squashes himself between them and spends a long moment staring intently at her profile. It's kind of weird. When Lewis takes out his phone, she is distracted, dividing her attention between eavesdropping on his call and the road. It becomes significantly harder when Lewis transitions to Spanish because her understanding of it is rudimentary at best. Still, she can make a few assumptions based on his tone, like how he answers with an almost fake-sounding happy voice then transitions to somewhat exasperated, meaning he is probably talking to one of his sisters. A shift to a more tired and exhausted sound means he’s talking to his mom.

Vivi is so focused on Lewis that she almost rams straight into a motorbike when it pulls unexpectantly out in front of her.

“Shit,” She swears and swerves to avoid the suicidal idiot. Mystery is knocked over and almost off the seat entirely.

Quickly, Vivi winds down the window, shouting at the disappearing figure, “HEY! WHY DON’T YOU LEAN TO DRIVE!” The motorbike’s engine revs as if in response. Behind her, a car sounds its horn.

“HEY…” Before she can start yelling at the car as well, Lewis’s calmer voice intrudes.

“No. I’m okay. It’s Vivi. She’s road raging.”

She turns to glare, “I am not road raging. That looney cut out right in front of me. He’s lucky he isn’t dead.”

Lewis raises a brow and returns to talking in Spanish. She huffs, letting her irritation simmer down. The motorcycle is gone now, but she glares after it, rewinding the window to keep out the dust and wind.

They arrive at Pepper Paradiso just after sunset to her relief. She is definitely not experienced enough to drive a foreign vehicle at night. Not when the roads around Tempo are poorly lit, and the thick clouds overhead are completely blocking out both the moon and stars, making the night darker than average. Occasionally, Vivi sees a flash of lightning off in the distance.

“I told mama about Arthur being missing and that Lance is in hospital,” Lewis says as they pull in. He is rubbing his face in a tired motion she mirrors a second later.

“Yeah? What did she say.” Lewis’s mom was, in a word, stoic. She is a person Vivi tries very hard to impress even with repeated reassurances that it was unneeded.

“Not much. Only that everything is worse when you’re tired, and there will be food waiting.”

“Oh…” Vivi doesn’t really know what to say. Usually, the thought of a Pepper prepared dinner would be enough to perk her up. She’s not even hungry.

Pepper Paradiso, usually open later, appears to have closed early today. However, the interior lights are still on, spilling through wide glass windows, illuminating the empty parking bays next to the diner in an island of light. With the only other light sources being the distant houses of Tempo and one solitary street lamp several yards down the main road, it is exceptionally welcoming. Vivi exhales long and hard, bringing the truck to a stop.

As she and Lewis clamber out, dragging luggage with them, the apparent lack of wind catches her attention. Unlike Milton, the air here is thick and stagnant. The prelude to a storm. Perfect. On the horizon, lightning flashes. Grumpily, Vivi pulls out her phone. She should really call her dad. He’d want to know she was back in town. What she really wants is to call her mom. But her mom is in Washington for a conference, meaning it was late, so the time difference wouldn’t work out too well. Her gran didn’t have a phone, so that was out.

“Hey, Lew. I’m going to call my dad. I’ll be in in a second.”

Lewis, now carrying both his and Arthur’s bags, nods, reaching out to take her's as well. Through the window, she sees the silhouette of Lewis’s mom moving to greet him. The main sliding doors are locked like they always are after hours, so she is walking around to come out the side ‘employee’ entrance. The entrance which also led back into the main living area.

As her phone rings, she moves out of view and around to the opposite side of the truck, allowing her to stare out into the inky black desert. Far in the distance, a flash of lightning illuminates the empty landscape. This should be private enough.

“Vivi. I thought I told you to call once you stopped. It’s been two days!”

She rolls her eyes, “Nice to hear from you too.”

“I was worried. This is the first time you’ve been away for such a long period. A text message would have sufficed.”

“I message mom. Also, I’m an adult, I can figure this stuff out myself.” Only, she couldn’t. Not really. But, it wasn’t like ‘dealing with a best friend running off for unexplained reasons’ is a typical adult skill. She is getting off track.

“Well, I’m back in Tempo so you can stop panicking.”

“You’re back in…”

“I’m staying at Lewis’s tonight,” She waves away any incoming questions, “I just wanted to ask you something real quick is all.”

A pause.

“So like, I know that you hate my hobby and all, but is there a particular reason behind that. Like, is there anything I should watch out for…maybe a potentially demon-possessed friend.”

There is dead silence on the other end of the line. Mystery shifts from paw to paw near her feet.

“I think I have expressed my views on this already. What are you…”

“Because,” Vivi quickly continues, emphasising the word, before he can start lecturing,  “I met this guy today who said he was hunting a demon. I know, sounds crazy. But he seemed to really believe it, and I have this odd feeling...” It had been bugging her. Also, for the first time ever, she wants to hear dad’s no-nonsense, self-assured ‘all that stuff isn’t real’ spiel.

“I just wanted to check that there isn’t anything you’re not telling…”

THUNK. 

The area goes dark. 

All the lights in the diner cut off at once. Vivi glances about in alarm, squinting as her eyes try and adjust to the sudden darkness. What the heck? She puts a hand out, touching the side of the truck, following it around to face the diner again. In the black, she can make out the building’s outline and not much else.

“Vivi? Are you there? What happened?”

“Ah…a power outage, I think?”

At her feet, Mystery lets out a deep growl, which sounds impossibly loud in the still air. It vibrates, causing her teeth to jitter. The dog steps forward, staring intently towards the corner of the building. For a second the area is illuminated by a flash of lightning, and she sees…she sees Arthur?  Darkness returns, falling like a curtain to obscure her view.

“Sorry dad. Gotta go…”

“NO! Vivi, wait!”

She hangs up. Mystery growls again, and she peers into the night. It’s no use. Quickly, she flips through her phone settings for the flashlight, holding it up. The dim light it offers little against the gloom, giving her barely a meter of vision.

She is almost sure she’d seen Arthur.

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Part 33: Here

[youre-a-total--poser]

Beautiful Mistakes (Requests)

Warning: Cheating, Divorce anymore let me know

Age:11 and 16

Word Count: 4,207

Requests: Closed

Summary: your dad Tony was away on a business trip and Natasha make a drunken mistake and slept with Steve and ended up pregnant.

Requested by: Wattpad User

A/N: A big thank you to this amazing human @griffin-girl-r for helping me out with this request and writing most of it. You’re probably sick of hearing me for the amount of times that I’ve thanked you for writing this

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You are the daughter of Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark. What started as a drunken one night stand suddenly turned into something more for them.

When Natasha found out she was pregnant she was excited she had always wanted a child to call her own. She was also expecting Tony to want nothing to do with the baby but when he found out he promised that he would help out with whatever she needed.

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Nine months went by surprisingly quickly for Natasha and when you were born the first time that your mom held you in her arms she promised you that she would keep you safe no matter what.

As you grew so did the relationship between Natasha and Tony. Not long after your 9th birthday, Tony proposed to Natasha and they got married the next summer.

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2 Years Later It was a week till your 11th birthday and you were sitting in the lab with your dad writing out your birthday party plan and what presents you wanted while waiting on your mom to come back from a debriefing.

"So what have you got so far?" Tony asked whilst fixing his suit as it got damaged during the last mission.

"A bouncy castle"

"Done."

"A new art set."

"We can get that for you."

"Aunt Yelena to come."

"You'll have to ask mommy."

"And a cat."

"Absolutely not try again next year."

"But I have been asking for one for the past 6 birthdays."

"Exactly then maybe next year you will already know the answer and save yourself from another year of disappointment. What else is on there?"

You were about to respond to your dad's question just as your mom walked in.

"Hi, baby," Nat kissed the back of your head.

"Hi, mama,"

"Aunt Yelena is coming," Nat said pointing at your list.

"Yes!" You exclaimed.

You knew that, like always, it was going to be the best party ever, especially since your dad was the one organizing it and he always knew how to throw the best parties.

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It was the night before your birthday and your parents were putting you to bed.

"Sweetie I have got some bad news," Tony said

"What is it, daddy?" You asked

"I won't be able to make it to your party I have to leave for a business trip it all happened at the last minute and I can't get out of it."

"It's okay I understand." A few tears had escaped your eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N/N," Tony picked you up and put you on his lap.

"I have to leave just before lunch but mommy is going to call me so I can see you opening all your presents okay?"

You nodded your head then Natasha wiped away your tears.

"Right, missy, sleep time," Tony said lifting you off his lap and placing you on your bed.

Natasha pulled back the covers and you got inside.

"I love you tons," Tony kissed your head

"I love you, baby," Nat then she also kissed your head.

"I love you both 3000." You replied.

"Wow, 3000? that's crazy." Tony said as he turned on your nightlight.

"Go to sleep or I'll sell all your toys." He called out as he and your mom walked out of your room.

You started giggling at his comment.

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It was your birthday, you had started the day with Wanda making you your favourite breakfast, then dressed in the new clothes that your mom had bought for you and then the time for Tony to leave arrived.

You were standing outside the compound with your mom saying your goodbyes to your dad.

"Don't let me not being here ruin your party. Have as much fun as you can and I promise that I will make it up to you as soon as I come home okay?" Tony told you, crouching down to your level

"I will daddy." You two hugged, then he kissed you on your cheek and let you go so he could say bye to your mom.

You and your mom stayed outside till you couldn't see the QuinJet anymore and she put her arm around you and led you into the compound.

"I know who can cheer you up," Natasha said.

"Who?"

"Aunt Yelena. She should be here in five minutes"

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It was now time for your party and there were so many people there. Everyone came to the party, including your mom's family and Peter, your best friend since kindergarten.

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You had the best party ever. You got all the presents that you wanted all except a cat but there was always next year. You were determined that your parents were going to cave and let you get a cat.

It was coming up for 10 pm and all the kids had already left and you were starting to get tired. You walked over to your mom and leaned against her.

"You tired, baby?" Nat asked rubbing your back.

You nodded your head in response.

"Alright, then let's get you to bed. Do you want to walk or do you want to be carried?"

"I'm 11 now mom I don't need to be carried." You said standing upright so you weren't leaning against her anymore, but you gave it a second thought and chose to be carried Natasha was more than happy to do so.

"Did you have a good party?" Natasha asked as she sat beside you on the bed and put her arm around you.

"I did but it's too bad that daddy couldn't be here."

"I know, baby, but daddy will be home soon."

"Yeah, I know." You said whilst yawning.

"Get some sleep, baby. I love you."

"I love you more mama."

"Not possible." Nat leaned down and kissed your head. Nat turned on your nightlight and left your room keeping the door open just a crack and headed back to the party.

The party was now for the adults to enjoy since all kids went home the alcohol was now available. Natasha only planned on having a drink or two so that she could stay alert in case anything were to happen but things took a different turn

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You had woken up from a strange dream. Looking at the clock, you saw it was 4:37 am. You knew that your mom would be getting up soon so you went to her room for some cuddles.

You quietly opened her door and crept inside her room. You got closer to the bed and she was still asleep and you saw someone was sleeping next to her.

At first, you thought that it was your dad but as you got closer it wasn't your dad at all it was Steve. You quietly crept back out of your mom's room and back to your own, not suspecting why Steve was sleeping with your mom.

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Your dad was gone for a lot longer than you had originally expected but he had just started a new business in Miami and he was also designing a getaway house there so you three can spend vacations there.

He always facetimed you and your mom to show you both parts of the house so he could get your input on how he could make your room just right. But every time he called your mom always made an excuse to not talk to him.

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Tony had returned 3 months later.

"When did you get so tall, stop growing you're almost as tall as me" he put his hand on your head and measured you compared to him after he hugged you.

"I'm not that tall."

"Hey, where is mama I'm planning on taking you both out for dinner," Tony asked

"She's upstairs she hasn't been feeling great lately." You told him "

Why don't you go up and get ready."

You ran over to Wanda and asked her if she can help you pick out what to wear.

Tony found Natasha throwing upstairs and he tried his best to help her and comfort her.

"I think I just ate something bad." Was Natasha's answer at Tony's concerned questions

Tony just took you out for dinner since Nat wasn't feeling up to it so you both ended up having a daddy-daughter date.

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Over the next few weeks, Tony had noticed that Natasha was acting different similar to how she was when she was pregnant. She was rarely going on missions, not doing much training, constantly throwing up.

Since you were at school and everyone was either off doing missions or doing their own things Tony thought now was a better time than ever to talk to Natasha about what is going on. After having the courage to ask her about the possibility of Nat being pregnant, she finally confessed only a part of the truth.

"I think I might be," Natasha whispered

Natasha knew that he would find out sooner or later so it was best just to tell him now but the only problem was she knew that the baby wasn't Tony's it was Steve's but she just didn't know how to tell him. She wasn't wanting to ruin her marriage, especially over a drunken mistake but she knew that he would find out eventually.

Later that week Tony took Natasha to the hospital just to confirm that she was actually pregnant.

"Congratulations, you're pregnant." The doctor told them reading the test results." Please follow me, I would like to do a scan so we could listen to the heartbeat."

That made Tony suspicious. Natasha is supposed to be only a few weeks pregnant, there couldn't be a way for the heartbeat to be heard so early.

They did listen to the baby's heartbeat and that made Tony want to talk to you and see if you have seen anything happening to Natasha while he was gone.

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"Hey, big girl! Can we talk?" Tony asked after he opened your bedroom door.

"Sure, daddy." You nodded

"Y/N, I just wanted to ask you if have you noticed your mom acting differently around any men recently?" Tony sighed, sitting on your bed

"I don’t think so. Why?" You shrugged.

"Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry. Daddy was just curious." He said heading to the door

"But she was sharing a bed with Steve the night after my party." You found yourself saying The secret you were keeping was too heavy for you to carry and you just confessed all you saw to your dad.

"Honey, are you sure?" You nod your head not so sure of your answer anymore.

"That’s great. Thanks, honey." And with that Tony stormed out of the room leaving you alone with your guilty thoughts. Maybe you shouldn't have said that.

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Tony confronted Natasha that night and she confessed everything.

The next morning, Natasha woke up to you and your father was gone. Only a note left behind from Tony saying that he will fill for divorce and that he had taken you with him and your mom will never see you again for what she had done.

"NO!" Natasha yelled threw her sobs as she threw the piece of paper angrily

Not only this mistake had made her lose her marriage but also her child.

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Time went by really fast for Tony since he divorced Natasha, won the custody process and moved with you to another state from where he could run his businesses.

Time went by really slow for Natasha, every second killing her. The guilt she felt for what she did to Tony, the pain of not having you by her side, the regret of not being able to hold her both babies in her arms at the same time.

But for you, the time just passed. Not slow, not fast. Just five years that went by. You love your dad so much. He took care of you alone for the last five years, protected you, provided for you and you were really grateful for everything he is doing for you. But you also miss your mom. Being now at the age where you could understand what happened all these years ago, you felt anger towards your mom.

The thought that she has cheated on your father, even by accident, was infuriating you. When you are alone at night you crave for her cuddles and 'good night' kisses or her soft voice and her smile.

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Tony never wanted to go back to New York, let aside live again with Natasha under the same roof, but one call from Fury change it all.

Fury needed all the Avengers in one place for a really big mission and left no room for 'no' as an answer when he called Tony and told him about it. This was it. The first time you and Tony were going to see Natasha after 5 years.

The journey to the compound was much quicker than you hoped you started getting more nervous the closer that the QuinJet got.

You were playing games on your phone to help keep your mind occupied but it wasn't helping.

You turned your phone off but it instantly turned on when you got a text message from Peter. You stared at your lock screen background at the ginger cat.

"Dad, are you sure that Brenda is going to properly look after Mittens?"

"I'm sure that mittens will be perfectly fine with Brenda."

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Awkward is an understatement when it comes to describing the reunion. Natasha was already waiting for you when you stepped inside the compound, looking around to see if something was changed. Surprisingly, the compound hasn't changed a bit in those 5 years.

Tony chose to ignore Natasha, passing by her without even spearing a glance to her side. Not to mention that he kept doing that for the rest of the time. In the meeting room, at the dinner table, during the mission... Steve acting like a ghost.

You couldn't stop yourself from staring at your mom. As always, the only thing different about her, it's her hair. Other than that, no change. But something caught your eye. A little girl attached to Natasha's leg who had the same emerald green eyes as you and your mom have.

"Y/N..." Natasha said, a few tears escaping her eyes "You've grown up so much..."

"No! She would have remained 11 forever just for you, Romanoff," Tony shouted from the other room

That was a good start. Natasha reached forward, trying to hug you, but you took a step backwards indicating to her that you don't want her to hug now.

Natasha nodded with a sad but understanding face.

"You-You're Y/N?" The little girl asked from behind Natasha

"In the flesh..."

In a blink of an eye, the small girl let go of Natasha's legs and hugged yours. You awkwardly stood around, not understanding what was going on.

"Mommy talks all the time about you. She tells me stories about you every night." The little girl said excitedly

"Mommy?" You whispered Then something in your head clicked. This is not just some random kid, but your little sister. Well... half-sister.

"What's your name?" You asked the girl, as you felt a sudden need to protect her

"Alina. Alina Romanoff-Rogers." She smiled

"Y/N. Y/N Romanoff-Stark." You smiled back

"I know silly." Alina giggled" Mommy says your name all the time." You eyed your mom for a second, then turned back to your sister.

"She does?" You asked

"All the time." The girl rolled her eyes playfully

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For the past few weeks, everything seemed to happen in a loop. You were seeing Peter, your best friend, more and more since you came back. You hadn't actually stopped seeing him, but because you were in another state, you were seeing him once in a while. Now you see him daily.

You got more and more close to Alina. The sister bond between the two of you grew with each day.

You had to get along with Natasha even though you didn't exactly want to because Alina always insisted on the fact that both of you had to play with her and none of you could say no to her puppy eyes.

Natasha always tried to make small talk with you and apologise for what she did. Tony and Natasha were having small arguments but no big fight to everyone's surprise. And you were happy with just that. Also, even he tried to hide it, you saw your father have small play dates with Alina.

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You were scrolling through your phone, sitting on the couch in the living room, alone. Tony had some paperwork to do and Natasha was putting Alina to sleep for her afternoon nap.

"Can we talk?" Natasha's voice made you lift your head from your phone

"Do we have to?" You asked trying to leave

"I don't really want to..." Natasha grabbed your hand and made you stop.

"Please. Let me explain. I know I hurt you and your dad. And I'm so sorry about that. I did a mistake and I regret it..." Natasha tried to explain herself

"A mistake? This is what Alina is for you?" You asked hurt, ignoring your anger about the fact that your father was her main victim "I bet you think the same way about me! Don't you?"

Natasha stood still for a moment, then she locked eyes with you and softly talked to you.

"Maybe. But you and your sister are the most beautiful mistakes I have ever done in my life. Especially you, Y/N. You are my firstborn, my first baby girl. You made me a mom and gave me reasons to live when I had none. The way you and then your sister were conceived means nothing to me. I love you both equally."

Tears formed in your eyes before Natasha got the chance to say something more. Tony followed by Peter entered the living room, having a small talk about Peter's suit. You took this chance and bolted upright and out of the room as fast as you could, passing by a confused Tony and Peter.

"Honey?" Tony called you

"Y/N/N?" Peter also shouted after you Realisation of what might have happened washed over Tony when his eyes landed on Natasha.

"You-" Tony said threw grinned teeth

"I have to find Y/N." Natasha tried to get out

"Don't you dare go after her, after all, you had done to us and to her." Tony also tried to get out only to be stopped by Peter

"Mr Stark stop. Miss Romanoff... I'll go after her. I know exactly where she is..." And with that Peter ran after you, leaving behind a worried and angry Tony and an even more worried and scared Natasha.

You silently cried with your head in between your knees when you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. Lifting your head, you found Peter smiling sympathetically at you.

"Hey..." He whispered as he sat next to you" Why did you run off?"

Looking him in the eyes, you reached forward and hugged him, crying on his shoulder. Peter patiently waited for you to let it all out and tell him what do you feel.

"I-I can't forgive her, Peter. I don't want to. After everything that she had done to dad, I can't forgive her."

"I wish I had my mom with me." Peter said while rubbing your back" Aunt May is amazing, you know that I love her so much. But sometimes I just wish to have my mom here. Alive and well..."

"Peter..."

"But I can't. Because she's dead and she won't ever come back." He sighed "But you can, Y/N. You can have your mom by your side and most importantly, she wants to be there."

"Dad..."

"Mr Stark won't get mad at you for wanting to have your mom in your life. He loves you, Y/N. Even if he and Miss Romanoff don't get along anymore, that doesn't mean that he'll stop you from doing so." Peter cut your sentence "Miss Romanoff and Mr Stark love you so much Y/N/N. No matter if your happiness is by one's side or both of them's."

You stayed silent for a moment, thinking about what Peter just told you.

"Also think about Alina. She adores her big sister. Do you really want to give her a bad example?"

You shook your head. You thought about every possibility and when you finally decided what are you going to do a smile appeared on your face.

"Thanks, Pete." And you quickly leaned over and kissed Peter. He was a little surprised at first but was fast in sharing back the kiss. You pulled back, looked at him and then you ran back to the compound, with a smile on your face.

Peter just let himself fall backwards, his back hitting the grass on the hill. He was smiling like a drunk man. He loves you ever since he saw you for the first time in kindergarten, but all this time was afraid to tell you in case you didn't feel the same for him. How wrong he was.

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"You said you won't hurt her again! And look now! That's exactly what have you done!" Tony yelled from across the room

"I did nothing!" Natasha shouted back, on the verge of crying from the other side of the room

"If you hadn't cheated on me, none of this would have happened!"

The argument between your parents was stopped when you entered the room, trying to catch your breath from running. Both Natasha and Tony reached for you but Tony was faster and wrapped his arms around you, stopping Natasha from coming any closer.

"Don't!" Tony threatened You looked at your dad, then at your mom trying to guess what they were thinking at that moment.

"Dad, look-"

"No honey. We are leaving right now so you don't have to see this woman anymore." Tony cut your sentence by grabbing your hand and he started to head towards the exit

"DAD!" You stopped, pulling your hand from his Tony looked at you, shock written all over his face.

"Can I talk with her? Alone?" You asked him hopefully

"But-" Tony started

"Please..." Tony nodded and got out of the room, not before sending one last glare towards your mom.

Turning your head towards the redhead, you saw Natasha with tears and hope in her eyes.

"Are you finally ready to listen to me?" Nat took a step forward

"No." You said and your mom's face changed

"You will listen to me this time." You sighted.

"I don't forgive you. Not yet. What you have done to dad all those years ago is still hurting me. But Peter made me realize that I should try and give you a second chance." You said not looking Natasha in the eyes

"Look... I can't promise that this will work out or that things won't be awkward between us anymore. I just want to set a good example for Alina and be the best older sister for her. I-I love her..."

Natasha's breath stopped for a second. She couldn't believe her ears. This was happening you were giving her a chance to repair the damage she did to you. She already knows that Tony won't ever forgive her. She will never be able to forgive herself but knowing that you, her baby girl, were ready to offer her a chance, made Natasha want to fight with all her strength to win you back.

Your love for your little sister, made Natasha's heart burst with happiness. You were still looking at the floor when Natasha suddenly hugged you and you felt a few tears falling on your hair.

"Thank you, baby..." Natasha whispered" I promise you that you won't regret it. This time I won't fail you."

Without thinking, you hugged Natasha back, burying your face in the crook of her neck. Just like you used to do when you were a child.

"I want mama and sister hugs too..." A small high pitched voice made you break the hug Turning your head to the sound, you found Alina pouting while looking at you and your mom hugging

"Then come here little bug." You lifted Alina in your arms and she snuggled closer to you, wrapping her hands around your neck Natasha also wrapped her arm shyly around both of you, pulling the two of you closer to her chest. Sure, maybe you hadn't forgiven your mom yet and the situation between you two was uncomfortable but you knew that she will try her best to change this.

You also knew that Tony loved you 3000 and he will make sure that no one was going to hurt you in any way. You had your cute little sister that, with time, will become your little shadow. And you had Peter, your childhood best friend. But most importantly, your sweet and caring boyfriend.

Maybe your life isn't the one you had imagined and your family isn't as perfect as you wanted it to be, but maybe your mom is right. Some mistakes really are beautiful.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Out Of Time ~ 141

MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,200ish

Summary: Things start to get real. (gifs aren’t mine) PLEASE READ THE NOTE AT THE END.

“Now, you better be on your best behavior for your Aunt Pepper and Uncle Happy, alright?” Y/N said. She was kneeling down to Morgan’s level, brushing the little girl’s hair behind her ears.

“Alright, momma,” Morgan agreed with a nod. 

“Daddy and I will call you every day.”

“Can’t I just come visit you? The—the com… compod… com—“

“Compound,” Y/N gently fixed with a smile.

“Yeah! It’s not too far away. I can come and help a wittle!”

Y/N sighed. “I wish you could, honey, but this is grown up stuff. Someday you’ll understand.” She pulled the girl into her arms, holding a kiss to the side of her head. “I love you, Morgan, so much.”

“Don’t tell daddy,” Morgan giggled, trying to whisper, “but I love you more than 3000.”

“Hey!” Tony exclaimed with mock hurt, coming onto the porch after packing the car. “I heard that.” He came and joined in on the hug. “But I forgive you.” He kissed the top of Morgan’s head before him and Y/N pulled back. “Don’t give Happy too much grieve, okay?”

“Okay, daddy!”

Tony leaned closer to Y/N. “If we’re going to do this, we’ve got to get going,” he whispered, placing a slight kiss near her ear.

“Okay,” Y/N whispered in reply. She leaned in and gave Morgan one last kiss on the forehead. “We’ll call you later tonight. I love you.”

“I love you too, momma and daddy,” Morgan responded.

Y/N and Tony stood up. She had an arm around his waist, holding herself close to him. Pepper and Happy came up behind Morgan.

“We’ll take good care of her,” Pepper promised.

“Thank you guys,” Y/N said before Tony led her to the car.

He opened the passenger door for her then got into the driver’s seat. Y/N waved and blew kisses to Morgan as they drove off. When they were too far away, she sighed into the seat. Tony reached one hand over and gave her knee a slight squeeze. They didn’t talk though, they were both too overwhelmed with what they were both headed to do.

~~~

Steve was standing outside, staring at the ground. His hands were on his hips as he looked beat. Bruce, Scott, Natasha, and himself had just tried to send Scott back in time, to no success. All they did was age and de-age Scott. Steve needed to get out of the hanger and clear his head. It had gotten his hopes up to bring everyone back, but it was looking like their plan wouldn’t be a possibility.

As a noise broke the silence, Steve looked up to see a car speeding towards the entrance. The car pulled over to him, passing him slightly, before reversing. As it backed up to stop in front of Steve, Tony rolled down his window to reveal himself and Y/N.

“Why the long face?” Tony asked. “Let me guess: he turned into a baby.”

Steve looked away with a slight smile on his face and a nod. “Among other things, yeah,” he responded looking back at the couple. “What are you two doing here?”

Tony got out of the car, Y/N following, and walked around to the back. “That's the EPR Paradox. Instead of pushing Lang through time, you might've wound up pushing time through Lang. It's tricky. Dangerous. Somebody should've cautioned you against it.” He leaned against the car as Y/N moved to stand beside him.

“You did.”

“Oh, did I?”

“Tony,” Y/N scolded quietly, knowing Steve did deserve the sass.

“Thank goodness we’re here. Regardless, I fixed it.” He held up his right hand, device on it. “A fully functioning Time-Space GPS. I just want peace.” He made a peace sign. “Turns out, resentment is corrosive, and I hate it.”

“Me too.”

“We got a shot at getting these Stones, but I gotta tell you our priorities: Bring back what we lost? I hope, yes. Keep what we got? I have to, at all costs. And... maybe not die trying will be nice.”

“Sounds like a deal.” 

Steve reached out his hand to shake, in which Tony took it. Pulling away, Tony opened his truck. He reached in to pull out Captain America’s shield. He handed it toward Steve, who didn’t take it.

“Tony… I don’t know,” Steve said.

“Why?” Y/N asked. “Howard made it for you.” 

“Plus, honestly we had to get it out of the garage before Morgan took it sledding,” Tony added. “She’s been way too eager to take it out since she found out it belongs to you.”

With a light sigh, Steve took the shield, placing his arm in the straps. It had been too long since it had rested on his arms, seven years in fact. It felt nice to have it back.

“Thank you,” Steve replied.

“Will you keep that a little quiet?” Tony asked as he pulled out a few more things from the car. “Didn’t bring one for the whole team… we are getting the whole team, yeah?”

“We’re working on that right now. You guys might be able to be of some help.” Steve began leading them back into the hanger. “Who’s with Morgan?”

“Pepper and Happy,” Y/N responded. It was clear to the men that Y/N was feeling hesitate to do this and leave Morgan. “You’re going to have to join in on the call tonight. She’s upset she didn’t get to talk to you that much when you guys showed up a few days ago.”

“Y/N? Tony?” She heard Natasha gasp. Her friend quickly ran to her, engulfing her in a hug. “You came to help. Thank you so much.”

“Woah there, Banner,” Tony said, causing everyone to notice him studying Bruce, who had merged with the Hulk. “What did you do?”

“I know, it’s different,” Bruce responded. “But I finally found a way to live with both my sides.”

“That’s wonderful,” Y/N smiled. “I’m so happy for you, Bruce.”

“Thank you.”

“What’s the plan with the team though?”

“I’ve called Rocket and Nebula,” Nat explained. “They’re on their way. Once they get here, Bruce with go with Rocket to fetch Thor from New Asgard. Rhodey needs to finish up a few things before he comes. They should all be here tomorrow.”

“What about Clint? Is he still off the grid?”

“I’ve pinned pointed his location and am going after him tonight.”

“Do you need any help?”

“I think this is something I need to do on my own.”

~~~

Night had fallen and Tony had already started building a platform for the time travel. Natasha had left to retrieve Clint and Y/N was just finishing up her video call with Morgan.

“It’s time to go sleepy night-night, now Mo,” she told her daughter. “I love you, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight.” She blew a kiss.

Morgan blew one back. “Love you, momma!”

Y/N smiled softly as she hung up. Turning the phone in her hands, she looked around the bedroom she was sitting in. This old bedroom was filled was so many memories, good and bad. Y/N honestly never thought she’d ever come back here, again. With a small sigh, she pushed herself up from the bed and walked out onto the small balcony that was attached to the room. She leaned on the railing by her forearms and looked over the once bustling grounds of the compound.

“I thought I’d find you out here,” Tony said, snaking his arms around her and pressing a kiss to her neck. She jumped slightly. “Sorry, did I scare you?”

“A little. I guess I was too caught up in my thoughts,” Y/N responded.

Tony rested his chin on her shoulder. “Care to share?”

“This place used to be so lively… even after the team broke. There were people running around and working hard. Now… now It’s empty. Too empty… I don’t want this to be the world Morgan grows up in. I want to her see busy streets and cheer in crowded arenas. I want her to experience what life should be like. Not this… this mess.”

“I get it… I want her to meet Peter. I can already imagine the chaos those two could cause.” 

Y/N laughed. “Me too… And Harley.”

“And Harley… we have to get our boys back.”

“We have to. And not die trying.”

~~~

The next day, Tony and Y/N spent building the platform, while everyone else came and went, going about their assignments. Natasha left to get Clint, having got some concrete leads about him being in Japan. Rocket, Nebula, and Rhodey arrived. Rocket and Bruce quickly left for New Asgard to fetch Thor. Nebula, Rhodey, and Scott began thinking of suit ideas for the time traveling. Steve gathered together everything he could find on the Infinity Stones, the whole time itching to ask Y/N questions. He wondered if she knew more than they had learned from past experiences. And it wouldn’t surprise him if she did.

Rocket and Bruce arrived back with Thor first. It shocked the team to see Thor in such a state as he was. His hair and beard were long once again, and he had gained more than a few pounds. It saddened Y/N to know that this had all taken such a toll on Thor. Her and Tony really had been one of the few lucky ones. 

Rocket quickly began helping Y/N and Tony with the platform. Which Y/N was extremely grateful for because she could only understand, or do, very little of what Tony was asking of her. 

Thor was drinking a beer as he clumsily walked towards the platform. Tony was walking from behind Thor, dragging a long hose.

“Drifting left,” Tony warned Thor as he began to pass him. “On the side there, Lebowski.” He faced Rocket, who was working underneath the platform. “Ratchet, how’s it going?”

“It’s Rocket,” the raccoon corrected. “Take it easy. You’re only a genius on Earth, pal.”

“Thank you!” Y/N exclaimed jokingly, pointing at Rocket.

“Hey!” Tony exclaimed, a little hurt.

“I love you!”

Tony scoffed. “Sure.”

Y/N giggled as she came up to Tony. “I’m sorry,” she pouted slightly as she grasped his hand. “Forgive me?”

Tony sighed, rolling his eyes playfully. “I guess.” He gave her a light kiss. “Want to go check out how the suit is coming?”

“Of course.”

They intertwined their fingers and headed to where they were figuring out the suit. When they arrived in the room, Scott was in the suit with Nebula and Bruce working on it around him.

“How’s it coming with the thingamajigger?” Tony asked as him and Y/N walked over to the Scott. “What’s our status?”

“Now?” Bruce wondered. “Yeah, it’s just about ready.”

“Alright, let me see. Wow. Got a little Pym,” Tony pointed, “Stark styling.”

“Yeah.”

“And the, uh, noggin bubble, courtesy of, uh,” Tony turned to Nebula, “Rings of Uranus. What’s your troop called?”

“The Guardians of the Galaxy,” Nebula answered.

“We just need someone to test it,” Bruce said, as he grabbed some small glass tubes with a red liquid and started doing something to Scott’s suit.

“Time travel suit?” Rhodey questioned, walking in. “Not bad.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Scott exclaimed, stopping Bruce. “Easy, easy!”

“I’m being very careful,” Bruce responded.

“No, you’re being very Hulky.”

“I’m being careful.”

Scott held up a red tube. “These are Pym Particles, alright? And ever since Hank Pym got snapped out of existence, this is it. This is what we have. We're not making any more.”

“Scott, calm down,” Rhodey advised.

“Sorry. We've got enough for one round trip each. That's it. No do-overs. Plus two test runs.” Accidentally pressing a button, Scott quickly shrunk and returned to his normal size. “One test run.”

“Shit, Scott,” Y/N muttered, shaking her head.

“Alright, sorry. I’m not ready for this.”

“I’m game,” Clint’s voice suddenly came from behind them. They all turned to look at him. “I’ll do it.”

He looked different. It wasn’t just his hair cut and his sleeve tattoo. It was his eyes. Clint had lost his wife and three kids. Y/N couldn’t even imagine what he was exactly going through.

“Clint,” Y/N gasped softly.

“Y/N,” Clint responded with a nod.

Tearing up, Y/N let go of Tony’s hand and quickly wrapped her arms around Clint’s neck, bringing him in for a hug. Clint didn’t hesitate to hug her back.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered.

“I’ve missed you too, Y/N/N,” he responded. He pulled away and looked back at the others. “Suit me up. Let’s do this.”

~~~

Tony and Y/N got the platform set up and gathered everyone while Bruce, Rhodey, Scott, and Nebula got Clint situated. As everyone slowly gathered and Bruce came to help Tony, Y/N stayed back and close to the wall. She had started to tremble at the thought of the time travel actually working and all that came a long with it. Her head had also started to get fuzzy. And, from past experience over the years, she knew that a seizure could easily be triggered. Steve had noticed at discretely came over to her.

“You alright?” He whispered.

“I-I-I… I don’t know,” she responded, shakily. “This all… what if it works? And… what if it changes things? I… I can’t lose Morgan. I-I can’t.”

Steve came around and cupped Y/N’s face with his large hands. “You are not going to lose Morgan. I will not let that happen, I promise.”

“You can’t control that Steve… you don’t know… I’ve seen things. I know things… something’s still coming.”

“What do you mean?”

She shook her head quickly. “I can’t say anymore. I can’t.”

“Y/N—“

“Don’t push this, Steve. I…” She swallowed, getting a tad dizzy. She gripped onto Steve’s arm, trying to keep herself steady. “I… oh…”

Steve held onto Y/N’s upper arms, noticing that she was struggling. “Talk to me, Y/N. What’s going on?”

“Just keep me close. I’m not feeling so good.”

“Maybe we should sit you down in the other room.”

“No. I want to be here. I need to be here. Just wrap your arm around my waist and keep me close to your side. I don’t want Tony to worry.”

Steve gave in with a sigh before turning so that they were both facing the platform and wrapping an arm around Y/N’s waist. Everyone else was at the control panel and Clint was taking his position on the platform.

“Alright, Clint,” Bruce said. “We’re going in 3… 2… 1!”

A helmet formed over Clint’s head before he went quantum. That was the longest minute of everyone’s lives. Y/N could barely breath as she stared at the space Clint once stood. When he finally rematerialized, Clint was on his hands and knees, breathing heavily. Natasha rushed up the platform, crouching down and cupping Clint’s cheeks. Scott and Tony rushed up onto the platform as well.

“Hey, hey,” she called. “Look at me. You okay?”

Clint held up a baseball glove and threw it at Tony. “Yeah, it worked,” Clint said. “It worked.”

Tony smiled triumphantly, holding the baseball glove, as he turned towards Y/N. She was the only one that didn’t seem excited. In fact, her complexion was off and her breathing pattern had changed. Tony knew what was about to happen before her eyes even rolled back.

“Rogers!” Tony shouted, surprising everyone. “Get her on the ground and on her side. Now!” 

When Tony had called out to Steve, that was when her eyes rolled back and Y/N began to seize. Steve quickly did as he was directed, already familiar with the routine. The whole team quickly surrounded them, with Tony and Bruce pushing to the front to help.

“What’s going on?” Thor asked, confused and completely worried.

“She’s having a seizure,” Natasha responded. “She had a car accident a few years back, left her with some brain issues.”

“When was the last time she had one?” Steve asked as he kept his sister on her side. 

“Probably a little bit over a year,” Tony replied, helping Steve.

They all let out a breath of relief when she finally stopped moving.

“Let’s get her to her bed,” Bruce suggested.

Tony picked her up. “I’ll handle it,” he said. “I’ll get her settled and then we can figure out a plan.”

They watched as Tony carried Y/N away.

“Steve,” Natasha called gently, looking at her friend. “What triggered it?”

“I have absolutely no idea,” Steve asked, keeping his eyes on the pair as Tony walked away.

~~~

Y/N immediately knew what had happened the moment she opened her eyes. She was laying in her bed, all tucked in, and Tony was sitting next to her, reading something on his tablet.

“How long have I been out?” Y/N asked, voice slightly horse.

“Hey, you’re awake,” Tony said, placing his tablet down and turning to face her. “You had us all worried.”

“Sorry.”

“What happened?”

“I was just thinking about… well, everything… and I guess I stressed myself over the edge.”

“Maybe you should go home, stay with Morgan.”

“No. I need to be here.”

Tony pursed his lips as he studied his wife. He definitely didn’t like the way she emphasized need. “Why? Why do you need to be here?”

Y/N sighed and closed her eyes. “You know why.”

“No, I really don’t. You’ve always been so vague around your destiny and the Stones and shit. Just tell me what’s going on. What do you know?”

Y/N tossed her covers off and sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed facing away from Tony. “I can’t say Tony.”

“Like hell!” Y/N stood up, walking onto the balcony with Tony following. “If you’re scared of the Stones, no need. They’re gone, Y/N. You felt that yourself.”

“You don’t understand… Things could still happen and I can’t have more lives on my hands than I already do.”

“Y/N, what happened is not solely your fault.”

“But it is. I was tasked to save everyone. And I failed…I failed Wanda, I failed Vision! I failed Peter! And Bucky!”

“Bucky,” Tony scoffed. There had always been a question lingering in Tony’s mind, fighting for an answer. But he was too frightened to know the truth. Until now. He had to know. “Are you still…” He studied Y/N for a quiet moment. “Are you still in love with him?”

“Tony…” She tried to turn away, but Tony grabbed onto her arms, keeping her facing him.

“No, you don’t get to run away right now. I need an answer. If we’re going to do this, bring everyone back. I need to know the truth, once and for all. That I wasn’t the second choice, that I wasn’t just the only option so you went for it… So, tell me, would you have chosen me if Barnes was still here?”

Ending 1: It’s Always Been You >

Ending 2: I’m From Brooklyn, Too >

I hope this wasn’t complete crap. And I couldn’t wait to post this! I know I’m on a break, I just got too excited about getting to the 2 separate parts!

I would love to hear your theories/hopes for the endings! I would love for everyone to read both, especially because they’ll take on Endgame very differently!

Also, my tag list is struggling to work. So please be patient with me. Also, Chapter 140 did not get a tag list because tumblr is the WORST right now and hates me and kept deleting it. So, again, please be patient with me. I’m just a human trying my best.

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[winryofresembool]

Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 30

aka Caleo uni au

Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…

Chapter summary: At Waystation, pt 3/?

A/N: Chapter 30 already! This chapter was not an easy one to edit as I was insecure about a lot of things, but hey, it's out now and that's what matters, right? I am so aware things are progressing a bit slowly right now but I feel it's kind of 'necessary' to have a bit of down time before things start going down. (Not that I'm capable of writing actual drama.) Well, at least we'll find out a bit more about Leo's past in this chapter.

Without a further ado, please enjoy and let me know what you think (those comments really help me!!!)

Words: exactly 3000 apparently :O

Genre: romance & hurt/comfort

Warnings: none

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After breakfast Leo asked Calypso if she would like him to give her a tour around Waystation. She agreed, but Leo couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow at his family members when Georgina asked if she could go with the flatmates and Leo’s mothers told her that they needed Georgie’s help in some Christmas chores.

“What?” Josephine asked innocently when she noticed Leo staring.

“I dunno, tía Jo. It just kinda seems like you don’t want Georgie to hang out with us,” he stated bluntly.

“That’s not accurate at all, Leo,” she denied. “I’d gladly let Georgina go with you but we really do need her help around here. Christmas isn’t coming if we all just slack off, right, Emmie?”

“I agree, dear. I haven’t even…” Emmie’s hesitance only deepened Leo’s suspicions. “...hmmm, taken care of our mistletoes yet.”

“Mistletoes?” Leo crossed his arms over his chest, briefly daring to wonder what would happen if he and Calypso were under one of those plants at the same time. He shook his head to dispel such an idea.

“Didn’t we agree that we don’t need stuff like that? You don’t even like Christmas!”

“I may agree that this holiday is way too commercial these days, but since Emmie has some mistletoes growing in her greenhouse anyway, I don’t see why we wouldn’t use them,” Jo commented. “It’s nice that Georgie gets to experience some of the old traditions even if we grownups don’t care about them.”

“Whatever,” Leo rolled his eyes, knowing he wouldn’t win that battle.

“Um, if you need extra hands,” Calypso joined the conversation, addressing Jo and Emmie, “I don’t have to go with Leo. I’d love to help too.”

Leo felt a twinge of disappointment because of Calypso’s suggestion. His insecure side yelled that maybe he had misread Calypso’s intentions all along.

“Oh, no, no!” Emmie denied immediately. “You are our guest; we want you to take it easy and enjoy your stay here. I bet Leo’s tour is a lot more fun than us peeling way too many potatoes and carrots for the casserole.”

“I wouldn’t mind peeling potatoes,” Calypso mumbled but Leo’s mothers pretended they didn’t even hear that. The flatmates simply had to accept that they wouldn’t have a chaperone - except maybe Festus - on their tour.

Once the two of them were outside, Leo’s thoughts went back to the time when he had first arrived at Waystation. Back then, he had been only 15, having just escaped from his latest foster home, which had been located far away in New Mexico. His foster family there had hidden their opinion on him very badly, giving him sly remarks about his looks and telling him to speak clearer English even though Leo’s English had always been fine, thanks to his real mother allowing him to learn both Spanish and English as a small kid. They had also made him do the hard work such as carrying heavy loads while the other foster kid of the family got the easy tasks. And when he had come home from school with bad grades, the foster parents had commented: “why do we even bother with you?”

At some point Leo had simply had enough, and by selling some of the few belongings he had he had managed to gather just enough money for one plane ticket and so he flew to Indianapolis without telling anything to his foster family.

After living on the streets and successfully dodging the authorities for a couple of weeks, the police finally found him and contacted the local social workers. Thankfully, after Leo put all his convincing skills to use, they agreed to not send him back to New Mexico, instead finding him a new foster family nearby. Leo hadn’t had high expectations because he had been in at least 6 different foster homes since his mother’s death and none of them had been a good match for him. Some had been abusive, some racist, some ignorant, some had had kids who were bullies, some had had alcohol issues… What had been common for them all was that none of them had treated him the way they should have.

That was why Leo had picked some bad habits too; he wanted to drown his feelings somehow and he ended up stealing small amounts of money from his foster family so he could buy alcohol from his older homeless ‘friends’. He had hated how it made him feel afterwards, but it had been the only way he had known how to deal with his issues. At some point he had even had suicidal thoughts because the guilt and trauma from his childhood got so bad he woke up covered in sweat after the same old fire filled nightmare almost every night. And going from foster home to foster home and feeling like none of those people cared what he really did with his life definitely didn’t help him regain his feeling of self worth. He had no future, no plans, no real friends or family and nowhere to go.

Luckily, during his worst phase in his last foster home someone from his homeless group mentioned having a relative in Indiana and that he was hoping to move there at some point in hopes of getting a new start for his life. That idea sparked something in Leo’s mind and when he started planning his big escape, Indianapolis was the first place that he thought of.

When he finally met Jo and Emmie, he was surprised. Seeing them spending time with their then 5-year-old adoptive daughter, he could tell that these women genuinely cared about the little girl and did everything for her wellbeing. Not only that, Jo was a mechanic just like Leo’s real mother and they had also other things in common. With some patience and showing that they cared, simply by making sure that Leo ate, rested and had something to do with his time other than dwelling on his sad past, they eventually won him over. And when Leo discovered thanks to Jo’s help that he himself had the skills to become a mechanic someday as well, he finally had a goal to reach and studying wasn’t quite as big a struggle for him anymore.

Soon, however, Leo became afraid that Jo and Emmie wouldn’t want to keep him around because he still had some bad days when he literally had to be dragged from his bed. He was also worried that maybe the women had heard what he had done in his past and were silently judging him. Instead, they surprised him by telling him that they wanted to officially adopt him much like Georgina because he was a part of their family now. As an added bonus they assigned him for therapy sessions, which really helped and the days when he didn’t want to do anything became less and less. Leo knew he was still a work in progress but this family had helped him so much and he had found his purpose, his home, at Waystation.

Calypso had naturally noticed Leo’s silence so eventually she asked:

“Are you OK? You’re being unusually quiet.”

“Oh, yeah, just dandy!” Leo exclaimed, trying to act more like his usual self. “I was just thinking about the times when I first moved in here.”

“Really? Do you want to tell me more about that?” Calypso asked curiously.

“I guess it won’t hurt.” Leo shrugged. “I don’t remember if I’ve told you that I was in a lot of foster homes before I got here. Well, my last foster parents were really shitty people and I was this close to… I dunno, doing something desperate. So I decided to just leave and ended up here in Indianapolis. I, um, was homeless for a bit but when the social workers got me into their hands they found me a new family, Jo and Emmie. At first they were supposed to only foster me for a time being but they ended up adopting me instead. I… haven’t told this to anyone, but they probably saved my life by doing that. The Leo from that time was far from the Super-Sized McSizzle that I am now,” he attempted to joke, but Calypso ignored that. Instead, she said:

“I’m sorry you had to go through that… but I’m glad you opened up about it to me.” Leo’s heart did an extra jump when he saw Calypso smiling at him supportingly. He would never get used to that. “And I’m glad Jo and Emmie adopted you.”

“Yeah, me too… When I first saw the place I was like, ‘wow, I wish I could stay here’. Obviously the people here are awesome - they are my family - but that wasn’t the only thing the 15-year-old me cared about. The cars and other machines Jo was fixing? So cool. I had only seen something like that at my childhood home and the nostalgia hit me like ‘boom’ right away.”

“I should have known it was the machines that convinced you to stay here,” Calypso teased, but Leo knew her already too well to get provoked by that.

“Nah. I mean, they’re neat and all, but Jo and Emmie did the actual convincing.”

“Okay, I believe you. So, was Jo’s garage what made you want to become a mechanical engineer?” Calypso asked.

“I guess the spark was always there but it took me a while to convince myself that I should try to pursue that goal. But when I started going to school again regularly – long story, don’t ask – I noticed that the sciences were easy for me, I was also decent enough at drawing – which of course helps with the blueprints and stuff – and Jo let me try fixing some of the simpler machines she had and turned out I wasn’t half bad. It was Jo and Emmie who kept pushing me to apply for the uni, though, because they believed in me more than I did. I’m thankful that they did it but… sometimes I still doubt...” Leo hadn’t talked about his insecurities even to his adoptive mothers so he felt that the fact that he was able to open up about it to Calypso was a big deal.

“I’ve seen you fix countless items,” Calypso said slowly. “I’ve noticed that you’re always… so different when you’re fiddling with your machines. More relaxed. Calmer. Surer of what you do. And your eyes sparkle and you hum some old school rock song while you work and I can just tell that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

Leo had to avert his eyes from her because he was afraid he would do something stupid like cry if he looked at her too long in that moment. No matter how encouraging his family, friends and the therapist were… it was still hard to get used to the compliments. And if he was honest to himself, he probably valued Calypso’s opinion more than anyone else’s at that point.

“Wow… umm… I don’t know how to answer that…” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“A simple thank you would probably do,” Calypso replied. “But know that I mean what I say. Now, how about you show me that famous garage?”

Leo did as he was told. He introduced Calypso to all the tools and machinery they used to fix whatever item the customer happened to bring in. He had a feeling that Calypso probably didn’t have any idea what he was talking about half the time because he tended to get very technical with the terms when he got excited, but she still seemed content listening to him. At least she wasn’t telling him to stop, which was definitely a plus.

To Leo’s surprise, Calypso went to the table where he and Jo used to draw their blueprints and asked him if she could see how he did it because she hadn’t seen his blueprints before. He complied, taking a pencil and a piece of blank paper from the stack and looking at Calypso questioningly.

“What do you want me to draw, then? I may have some experience on this but even I need some ideas first…”

“You can draw whatever you like. How about Festus?” Calypso requested.

“Festus?” Leo tapped the pencil against his chin for a moment, considering Calypso’s request. “Hmm, as you wish, Sunshine.”

He started making fast, swift motions on the paper and it didn’t take him very long to finish the sketch. Sure, the lines were a bit rough, but Calypso told him she was very impressed by how accurately he remembered even the little details, such as a dark spot on Festus’ back, how the tail curved when he was happy, and how he was missing a tiny piece of the tip of his left ear.

Leo felt a bit embarrassed by the praise. “It just comes with me hanging out with him so much. Nothing more to it, really.” He looked at the sketch for a moment. “Hold on, I feel like this is missing something. Can you look towards that window for a moment?”

“What, why?” Calypso asked, but turned anyway.

“Just adding something real quick,” Leo replied and started sketching again. He wondered if it was the lighting of the room but he thought Calypso’s cheeks seemed a bit darker than usual and she kept looking at the floor shyly. When he realized that he’d probably feel the same way if she was drawing him, he himself got flustered and decided to try to finish the drawing as quickly as possible. Within minutes he had drawn her next to Festus, playing with him, wearing the same holiday sweater and jeans she currently was.

“Can I see?” Calypso asked.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Leo gave the picture to her. “It’s not detailed or anything but I tried.”

Calypso kept staring at it for a moment. “Leo… this looks great! I mean, I don’t think I am that pretty but I am quite amazed that you managed to do this that fast!”

Leo wanted to say that there was no way the picture did her justice but he knew that would be a never ending debate so instead he told her: “It’s the experience, Sunshine. When you draw hundreds of blueprints you learn to be fast.”

Calypso turned her attention to the drawing again. “Can I get it?” she asked after a while.

“Why?”

“Because Festus looks cute, you weirdo. That’s a good enough reason, right?”

“Fine, you can have it. I’m not sure where I’d put it anyway.” Leo shrugged. He wasn’t sure why Calypso possibly hanging the picture on her wall made him feel a bit weird. In a good way, though.

Once the two of them left the garage, Leo pointed at a smaller building next to the ‘main’ one. A couple of pointy ears were peeking from the upstairs windows. “That’s where our foster animals live. I think the kid me wished on some level that I could have a pet but my mom could never afford one… but Jo and Emmie have been fostering rescue cats and dogs even before I got here. One of them was Festus’ mum; she was pregnant when she arrived here. When she had her puppies, I noticed that one of them was a bit of an outsider and we instantly formed a bond. Jo and Emmie allowed him to stay here even though he sure would have had adopters.”

“That was really sweet of them,” Calypso commented. “Can we see who’s in there right now?”

“Sure but we should probably let Emmie know about it because she’s pretty strict about who can go in. She may ask us to wear ‘bunny suits’; some of the animals may be sick and we don’t wanna spread the bugs around.”

“No problem, let’s go see her then.”

When Emmie heard what Leo and Calypso were about to do, she promised to stop her Christmas chores for a while so she could show them (mainly Calypso) around in the rescue house. Currently she was fostering two young puppies who had been found on the streets without their mother, a mother cat with her 4 kittens who were getting close to their adoption age, and an older cat with some kidney issues who seemed to however adore the little kittens.

Leo was watching Calypso’s reactions closely as Emmie was introducing her to the kittens. Soon one of the braver kittens climbed on the girl’s lap, giving her a tiny ‘meow’ and then started nuzzling against her sleeve.

“Aww, look Leo! He loves me,” Calypso exclaimed, smiling widely as the kitten started purring loudly on her lap while she pet him. ‘He’s not the only one,’ Leo thought in his mind. Aloud he asked: “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I guess because I’ve never really handled cats so I didn’t know how they’d react to me…” Calypso noted more seriously. But then the happiness returned to her face. “You know, this one reminds me of you! He also has long, black hair like you and fierce eyes.”

“Fierce?” Leo raised his eyebrow. “That’s what you think of me?”

Calypso seemed to want to explain but with Emmie in the room she didn’t go to details. “Um, maybe? Hey, look! Another one is coming!”

This time a small ginger kitten was approaching her and Calypso extended her arm so the kitten could sniff her. The group kept making small talk about the cats in the room and continued snuggling them, but Leo’s eyes were on Calypso the whole time. He could see how happy she was about such a simple thing as kittens and it made him feel lighter, warmer again, even though he had just remembered some very bad times a few moments earlier. Maybe all of it had been meant to happen, he wondered briefly. After all, it led him here, to his family… and Calypso.

[eleanorbloom]

Special Thanks (When You're Ready Edition)

I cannot end this series without thanking each and every one of you for your support. All the things Elle and Bryce said in the toast, make them mine too. Thank you for your support in all these months. Whether it was reading, commenting, reblogging, inspiring me, helping me find the motivation to write, etc. And above all, thank you for your patience. Patience for all the time it took me to finish this series and patience for all the mistakes I made.

As you all know, English is not my first language, this was my first fic writing in a second language and was such a challenge. So thank you for giving me the opportunity despite the mess the first chapters were. Hopefully, and with a lot of practice, my English started improving hehe

Your support meant the world to me. As much as I loved writing this series, because it was a way to explore and understand my own feelings (because I, as Eleanor, was trapped between Ethan and Bryce), I cannot lie there were times where I wanted to drop everything and stop complicating my life with this. But thanks to your support and motivation I kept going until I finished this. This is such an accomplishment for me, you have no idea 😭

When I started preparing this post, I looked for the original doc where I saved the first ideas for that fic, and I found out it was in May. So I've been working on this project for a year!!!

And how did I come up with this? Actually, from another fic idea lol Mid April I started indulging the idea of writing my first fanfic because, oh, woow, I was obsessedwith Ethan and my love for him had reached that point where I wanted to write. So I started writing a fic where Bryce helped Eleanor to make Ethan jealous by spending a lot of time together and sharing pics on Instagram (all that after Eleanor helped him create his Instagram account in the Gwyneth chapter). But, wow, I had the brilliant idea of writing something like, "Hope he realizes what he's missing because I know I can win your heart if I put my mind on it". And, oh, damn, I felt SO SO SO BAD FOR BRYCE. Because that line implied he had feelings for Eleanor (which I hadn't considered at that moment, that line simply flowed with me) and honestly I just couldn't resist it. I couldn't resist that he had to see the woman he had feelings for, being in love with someone who wasn't valuing her at that moment. So then I had the idea of writing a fic where Bryce proposed to her to win her heart at night in a nice surrounding after a cute date, and BUM that's how When You're Ready was born. Of course, I never finished that jealous fic because I became too invested in WYR and when I tried, I wasn't as interested in Ethan as before. So, yeah, from an Ethan fic, when I wasn't even in love with Bryce, just a bit torn, I ended up writing this series. But I knew from the start Bryce would be endgame because that boy deserves the world, and because I was tired that MC in most of the fics out there, they ended up choosing Ethan instead of Bryce. I just couldn't do it! Though I NEVER imagined I would end up this in love with him 🥺🥺🥺Maybe it was meant to be, just like Eleanor wondered, that I would fall in love with Bryce. This is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time 🥰

Well, now I want to give some special thanks, to some people that have been incredibly important in this process.

First, to Kao, one of the first people that read my fic and that stayed till the end with me. I always say this, but I mean it from the bottom of my heart: Thank you for your constant support and always taking the time to leave a comment, even in moments when it was hard for you. I know it was especially difficult in some moments when there was huge Ethan content and all you wanted was Eleanor to choose Bryce 😂 So thank you for sticking with my story!!! I know I kinda broke your heart a couple of times, so, I'm sorry and I hope the ending was cute enough to mend it 😅

Dom! You've been since the beginning with me too! Thank you for giving me the chance despite the mess those first chapters were, and sharing your own feelings about it, since you have feelings for both of them and you could understand the conflict very deeply. And thank you for inspiring me with your works to write all the Ethan angst. FATL was a huge source to write the saddest moments with Ethan 😟

Rome, my darling, your comments always make me laugh and cry, they’re so funny and expressive, but also so emotional, like, sometimes I feel like you’re reading something else but not my works, how they made you feel that way?? Thank you for your support and hype. For including my babies in your big project Baking Love, and simply for being there for me 😊 I love youuu!!

Conch! Thank you for all your support since the moment you started reading my series, for all the hype, inspo and just being my friend! Your support has been so important for me in all this process! I love you 3000 ❤️

Kaly! You joined just recently, well, like a-couple-of-months-ago recently, but I wanna thank you for your support since then and for sharing your insights and support with me! Knowing you wanna keep reading about my babies makes me soooo happy. I hope I can keep indulging you with that 😊

Petra, my darling, thanks for your support and all the effort you put into writing your comments since you joined me on this crazy ride. Thanks for supporting me with every idea and reading my little 'behind the scenes' while I was rereading WYR. It makes me so happy you sided with Bryce even if you're crazy in love with Ethan 😂 I think I did my work well hahaha

Nikka 💖 if you read this, know that I'll be forever thankful for your support and the massive comments you left, and all the emotions you poured in every chapter. Honestly, your words were such a light in the darkest moments of my writing process, and I'll always remember you fondly for that. Thank you for your kindness and love ❤️

Ruby ❤️ your support in the first half of the series will always mean the world to me ❤️ Thank you for giving me the chance and supporting all my works 😊(And sorry for breaking your heart ☹️) Your writing was such a huge inspiration to me!!

And well, thanks to whoever liked, commented, and reblogged my works. And all the silent readers too! Hope you enjoyed this series and you're free to leave messages or anons to share your thoughts if you still wanna remain as a silent reader hahaha I just want to know what are your thoughts now that we have reached the end.

I know this was long, but having your support during this long process means too much to not express my gratitude with a super cheesy and sappy post (Eleanor obviously got that from me, I think there's no surprise there 😂)

Sending each and every one of you a big hug (if you like hugs, lol) and my eternal gratitude for all the support given ❤️

Dani.

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'The only way': New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out!

"The only way"

"We're going to get out of here, I'm promising you that, that's our hope!"

Chapter Summary: Park & Portnova are still trying to find the location of Yirina & Zasha before an unorthodox way is taken while on their side, Yirina & Zasha tries to give themselves hope...

Link of the Picrew here!

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Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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Century House

In the afternoon

It was stressing, the more time was passing, the more Park was actually panicking that she will never found Yirina & Zasha back and she was fearing the worst since the last time that she was captured with Yirina at the Yamantau, the Collective knew that Yirina willingly helped the West even after she learned of the brainwashing and it was sure that their escape put a big target on the back of their head, Yirina been the number one priority to capture or worst...kill at the moment and that fear was overwhelming Park during her work to find something in what was recovered in Peter's apartment, they were a lot but a little that could really help.

She couldn't talk freely to Portnova since that their offices were rigged with CIA bugs all around and even if they could say that, what if the CIA was having their own plans on Yirina and took her before she could with the MI6 & the SAS. Adding to that a race against time with the CIA wasn't really going to help Park to destress more. Her desk was almost filled up with the files, reports, everything that Peter investigates on but it was mainly things that were explaining that wasn't helping to know where Yirina & Zasha could be located...and now, Park needed only one thing: a moment to chill out...and her office isn't the place for that.

Her eyes crossed around the room, sadness been felt when they were looking at Yirina's desk, seeing it empty before they arrive at one thing that Park took with her before going to work: Yirina's diary. If she wanted to get some hope & a bit of a smile, maybe she could try to see clearly & closely what was written in it. So, she got up from her chair, took the diary in her hands before she goes out of her office, walking towards the elevator to reach the underground parking, the only safe place in the building that isn't listened to by the CIA and it was also good that this place wasn't very frequented during these hours.

Park installed herself in the same car that she & Yirina always used when they came back in London, let the radio off for some calm before she starts to read the first pages of the diary, her eyes getting filled with emotions at seeing the handwriting, the drawings that Yirina made in those pages to remember the most important, even Park got her own drawing and she was finding it very beautiful. She continued to read it slowly, discovering from up close what was Yirina's life before everything...

"Why...why did I do this?" She muttered to herself as she was continuing to read the written memories, she was feeling guilty again. "I was stupid, you didn't deserve this, Yiri," She added, looking at a page that was referring to the event that changed everything...Trabzon. "I shouldn't have done this," She whispered, her head going up to look outside and seeing from afar, Portnova going out of the elevator, causing her to close the diary and to get out of the car as Portnova was arriving.

"Park," Portnova spoke up, walking towards the car as Park leaned on the side of it. "I saw you leave your office earlier, you're okay?" She demanded, finally making a stop at least 2 meters from Park.

"Needed some calm," It's what Park could reply to Portnova, her eyes looking over the closed diary between her hands. "And it's only here that I could have a breath without been stressed," She added.

"What's this?" Portnova asked, pointing at the diary.

"It's her diary," Park responded, putting her head up to look at Portnova in the eyes. "I took it before we left for here, might think that it could help me...a bit of hope, you know," She revealed before she starts to offer the diary to her friend. "You want to look at it?" She questioned her.

"I don't know," Portnova mumbled, a bit worried that this diary wasn't something to look at her before she resigned herself. "Yeah, I maybe should," She confided, taking the diary into her own hands as Park crossed her arms, her blue eyes impossible to remove from the diary.

"It's a lot if you want to know," Park commented in a low voice as Portnova just opened the diary at its first page.

"It's like everything she could recover since she got..." Park slightly nodded before Portnova could finish her question as she was starting to read the pages she was seeing at a faster pace than Park did. "Wow, it's...it's...astonishing to see that," Portnova was a little speechless to see the diary, memories that she wasn't remembering coming back when her own name was mentioned on the pages.

"Me too," Park snorted, taking a quick deep breath. "I was amazed when she showed me this for the first time," She told her with a little smile, thinking about that moment back into that old CIA safe house.

"How long it was?" Portnova asked by curiosity.

"It was...4 months ago, a few days after she awake from her coma," Park responded as Portnova was resuming the reading.

"She's recovered a lot, always been..." Portnova was going to continue until she stops herself to talk like that, her eyes seemingly focused on a detail that was written on the page she was seeing. "Didn't know that...she wrote down a phone number," She declared, suddenly getting Park's attention high to cause her to get next to Portnova.

"Let me see that," She demanded, arriving near her friend to check the page where that phone number was, her thoughts slowly gathering to know who could be using that number.

"Any ideas?" Portnova muttered, looking at a thinking Park.

"Freya Helvig," Park could only think about that name at the moment, seeing that this page was written when she & Yirina were in the US at the New Orleans...she remembers well of that moment, Yirina coming back all dizzy after she tried to call Freya. "That's her phone number," She said, Portnova letting her get the diary back in her hands.

"How's that?" Portnova was a bit confused to see that number & Park like that.

"Yirina said that she was able to know that from a Perseus agent in the New Orleans," Park explained, checking the number before she looks around the parking, thinking of something. "It might be our only way," She thought in a low voice before she turn her head around to look at Portnova. "We need to call that number, we could force Freya to cooperate with us,"

"I'm not sure..."

"Portnova, we need to find them, that's our only chance even if that chance is on the other side," Park proclaimed, cutting Portnova in her words as she was looking back at the elevator. "Let's go to a public phone booth to make that call, follow me," She then ordered in a clear voice, starting to walk into the elevator direction, soon followed by Portnova.

Yeah, it was unorthodox as Portnova was saying and even Park was thinking the same way but it was maybe their only way to find their respective lovers again alive and it was sure that the two will certainly force Freya to give up where are the two even after what happened. Instead of going directly outside, the two went back to their offices to grab something to write on & a pen before actually going outside Century House, willing to make that call very fast.

The two went to the nearest red phone booth that was close to the MI6 and the two took directly their roles once arrived at it: Portnova was keeping an eye around while Park was the one making the call to Freya, the stress surely going up inside Park that was thinking about what could happen in that phone call: will Freya help them? Is someone is going to answer that phone call? Is this number still existing? They needed to try and they will do this...it's their only way...

"Come on, answer," Park stressed out after she composed the number, hearing the first beep in her ear from the phone, looking at Portnova that was guarding the phone booth, and then...

"Sonya Kuzmin's speaking," A voice that Park didn't expect to hear came through the phone.

"Sonya?" Park only mutters at this, sounding a bit confused to hear that voice instead of Freya's one.

"Who is this?" Sonya demanded, also confused to been addressed like that.

"It's...it's Helen Park...from the MI6," Park decided to confess directly instead of faking up to be a Perseus agent, that wasn't going to work and what she could hear was the noises of surprise through the phone.

"What...what's the fuck? How did you get this number?" Sonya asked in a surprised voice, sounding a little angry & mostly astonished.

"I thought it was...Freya's number," Park told them in a low voice.

"It is but she isn't here at the moment so..." Sonya explained before they stops themselves in their voice. "You didn't answer my question, how did you get this number?" She asked again, sounding assertive.

"I got it from...it's Yirina who got it," Park responded, her tone unsure of telling Yirina's name to them. "Yirina Grigoriev, she wrote it down in her diary,"

"Grigoriev?" Sonya whispered. "Her? But why...why are you calling me?"

"Listen, Sonya, do you know where they are?" Park demanded, going into the subject of this conversation.

"How the fuck I know? I didn't hear anything since most times except that MI6 raid on a hideout in London yesterday," Sonya complained, their voice taking a tone that was not understanding the reason for the call.

"Yirina & Zasha got captured!" Park spoke up, raising a bit her voice through the phone as Portnova slightly looks at her, having heard her voice going up. "Said that Stone captured them,"

"Captured? But...that's weird..." Sonya's voice was like thinking as if something was wrong and Park could identify it. "We didn't hear anything from our agents in London saying that they got someone,"

"So even you don't know that Yirina & Zasha got captured?" Park presumed.

"I didn't know," Sonya replied instantly, not relieving Park at all to learn that. "But...knowing who are over there, I might think that the two will survive any longer," They thought with a clear voice before a deep breath is taken. "Okay...you have something to write on?"

"What are you doing?" Park demanded even if she was taking off the piece of paper along with the pen, ready to write down the important things.

"I'm giving you...the only Perseus safehouse remaining in London but nothing else," Sonya answered before they starts to tell Park what she wanted to hear since the moment she learned with Portnova that their lovers were captured, writing down the location of that place. "Listen, I may help you but that doesn't mean that you can call me every day,"

"Thank you, Sonya," Park told them with a relieved voice.

"Don't thank me, it's the only way for me," Sonya proclaimed before the sound of a door was heard. "I've gotta go, goodbye," They added before the phone suddenly hang out, not leaving to Park the opportunity to say her goodbye to Sonya as she was looking down at what she wrote, the safe house that Yirina & Zasha were and it only took her five seconds before she decides to make another call...sounding very relieved to finally know the truth...

"Price, it's Helen, we know where they are, find us at the underground parking!"

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Somewhere

At the same time

I couldn't know what happened at the moment when I closes my eyes, trying to figure it out inside of my head as I thought that I passed out in front of everyone including Zasha and I don't know how much time passed before I could finally open my eyes, finding that my vision was at first all blurred when my eyelashes open up as if I needed some glasses but the most troubling was that I could only see from my right eye, the other...been covered with those bandages around my head and slightly stinging me a little bit.

When my right eye could recover its normal vision, I was able to see that I was still in that cell, laid down on the ground as I was facing one of the brick walls, my hands having served as a sort of pillow for the left side of my head before I decide to slowly get my back against the wall, finally able to move my body without having it hurting me, my eye crossing around the room as I could see Zasha who was in the same position as me at least 2 meters from me, their back on another wall.

"Zed," I spoke up, my voice finding back its former tone unlike maybe hours ago, to call them out as their head was looking down. "Zasha!" I repeated again, a little bit louder.

"What, what?" They almost jump scared from their spot at hearing me, raising their head in a fast move before their eyes went on me. "Yirina?" They muttered, eyes going wide on their side. "You...you awake, you awake!" They exclaimed, sounding happy to see me finally up

"I...what happened?" I demanded, still trying to know what happened.

"Shit, you...you passed out in front of everyone," They replied, their voice going back into a normal tone, their left hand going behind their head to scratch it. "You lost consciousness and you convulsed, they managed to control it before they left us...it was like...hours ago," They added, giving some details about it.

"They? Like...the four of them?" I questioned them but they shook their head at me.

"It was mostly Lukas & Beck doing it with me trying to assist while the two other...they left at the moment you passed out," They answered, putting their hands back on their lap in front of them "Those...Bellamy &...Sarah...didn't have any compassion for you," They proclaimed, their voice breaking down at saying Sarah's name. "Fuck, Sarah...I...she's with them,"

"She's Stone sister, been fooled us to think that Harry Stone was still alive...to get us, me & you," I revealed but it wasn't looking like the first time that Zasha learned about it, just by looking on their face. "She...did she..."

"Yes...she did," They muttered, still looking down away from me. "Hours ago,"

"Damn it," I cursed, turning my head away from them to look at my own hands, a bit hurting to have them getting used as a pillow. "My eye..." I then took consciousness of that situation after checking them, my left hand slowly moving to touch the left side of my head, only feeling the bandages that were going around my head to cover up my left eye.

"Beck said that they injected you with something in the eyesocket and that it got infected," Zasha told me, finally looking towards me, a face of sadness on them. "How does it feel?" They demanded, pointing out at my eye.

"It stings," I responded in a low voice

"You want me to take a look at it?" Zasha proposed but I shook my head to this idea, not wanting them to what was under that bandage. "You're sure?" They insisted, starting to move slowly from their spot to reach me.

"I..." I tried to say as they were slowly going to me before I resigns myself to let them do what they wanted to do. "Fine, do it," I told them, trying to stay positive in my voice before Zasha starts to unwrap in slow motion, the bandages around my face after they arrived in front of me.

I was panicking on the inside at seeing their reaction as they were removing the bandages, feeling my left eye getting away from that little darkness before the bandages were all removed off me...and then, I could see Zasha's face going into a scared mood at seeing my left eye...that's eye vision was like blurred at the maximum, my right one staying perfect and inside of me, I was confused about what to do and what to say at this...my eyes weren't having the same vision...

"Fuck..." Zasha whispered, their eyes focused on my left one that was still stinging

"What?" I could mutter at that reaction from them, fearing the worst just by seeing them like that.

"Your left eye is no longer in the same color shape as your right eye," They declared, their eyes drifting between my two eyes, a sort of examination from them. "It's like more a light blue...and sort of going white," They added.

"My vision at my left is all blurred," I told them with a sad voice before I look down, away from them. "As if I wasn't fucked up already," I cursed at myself, just to think of it. "I got brainwashed, left for dead, and now, I'm going to lose my vision on one eye," I mumbled before taking a breath. "I'm a fucking mess,"

"You're not, Yirina," Zasha protested at my remark, shaking their head at this. "You're strong and you know it," They added as they decides to move next to me to my right closely, us looking right in front of us. "We've been through a lot in the past and maybe a lot in the future but we both know that we'll do our best to get it done...we just need some hope," They confessed in a sadder voice at me. "Yiri...Beans...it's hard," They snorted, seeing on their face the first tears coming out of their eyes.

"Zed, don't cry, please," I said to them in a low voice, seeing them cleaning up the falling tears with their hand. "We're going to do this, our hope is coming," I proclaimed before I decides to get my right arm behind their neck, to give them at least some comfort at this hard moment happening...

"We're going to get out of here, I'm promising you that, that's our hope!"

[nomazee]

Ex Animo

akaashi keiji x reader 

word count: 3000+

content: fluff (for once), mutual pining, cursing, sarcastic/cocky narrator.

cross-posted on my ao3

(hi hi hi! here’s another oneshot, this time it’s not angst and not in a weird writing style! i’m trying out something new, let me know if you like it, what you found good and bad, and how i can improve my writing and make it more enjoyable for you all. 

thanks for reading !)

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“He’s cute.” 

“...What?” 

“The blonde guy that Kuroo and Bokuto are ‘training,’ or whatever.” 

“You think he’s cute?” 

“Well, yeah. I think that’s pretty objective.” 

“...” 

“...?”

“Interesting.” 

You nearly sighed at Akaashi’s emotionless responses. Being a manager of Nekoma opened up the opportunity for you to become friendly with not only your own captain, Kuroo, but the captain of Fukurodani and his setter-best-friend, too. You found yourself becoming increasingly closer to Akaashi as the months passed by, though that didn’t eliminate the mild disappointment you felt at Akaashi’s often indifferent responses. 

You let out an audible sigh just then, bringing yourself back to the present-tense. “Think you could put in a word for me?” 

Your friend, having just been taking a sip from his water bottle, sputtered and choked on the liquid. “Put in what?” 

Ah. Now he was expressing an actual emotion. You supposed that was somewhat of an upgrade. “Like, you know. Tell him about me. Say some nice stuff, make me seem… appealing. The usual.” 

“I don't really understand what ‘the usual’ is seeing as I’ve never done this before--” 

“Just-- for God’s sake, Akaashi, tell him about me so that he can fuckin’ ask me out.” 

“Why don’t you do that?” 

“That’s not how it works.” 

“I don't really unders-- Well, I-- I don’t really think he’d be interested in you.” 

Maybe the way he worded it seemed off to you but your immediate frustration was certainly justified. You narrowed your eyes at him and huffed out a sardonic laugh. “Wow, you’re so nice.” His own gunmetal eyes widened the slightest bit as he re-processed his previous words and you almost laughed at how dense he was. 

“No, that’s not what I--” 

“Never-fuckin’-mind, I’ll just… I’m gonna head to bed.” 

“[Name]--” 

“Akaashi, I’m not mad, stop panicking. See you tomorrow.” 

You walked away, passing by Kuroo and Bokuto and saying goodnight to both of them before heading back to the dorm area where you’d be sleeping with the other managers. Honestly, you really weren’t mad--at least, not for the reason Akaashi thought you were. The minor insult he spewed out unknowingly wasn’t really upsetting, it was more that he seemed apathetic at your attempts to flirt with another person. 

Yes, you liked Akaashi--you had a dumb crush on him that Kuroo (and occasionally Kenma, observant and sarcastic as the kid could be) had been hassling you about playfully during the whole camp, yet you had made no outright move to do anything about it. And yes, it was incredibly fucking dumb that you were trying to make him jealous (you cringed at the childish thought) when you hadn’t even made an actual outright move to approach him about your feelings, but hey--at least you acknowledged this stuff.

So, yeah--that was your move. Trying to get acquainted with the cute blonde from Karasuno who you knew was an asshole, but a hot asshole. Tsuki-something was his name, and you decided that he doubled as both a serious rebound from Akaashi and a way to maybe get the Fukurodani player jealous. Though, it seemed like the former would be a much more realistic outcome, and even that was a stretch. 

Whatever, you sighed in your head as you bid goodnight to the other managers. No need to worry about something like this. They’re just boys. 

Yeah, a boy that you were practically in love with. But what are you gonna do, y’know? 

---

The next day passed by in a boringly average way. Your interactions with Akaashi were minimal, though you chalked that up to just being busy with your own team and not having much time to spend with your other-school-friends. (Really, you mumbled in your head, what happened last night did not even border an argument so there was no reason for him to think you were still upset.) Evening rolled around and you found yourself in the third gym yet again with Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Tsukishima. 

At one point, you were chatting casually with Bokuto on the side when Tsukishima approached the two of you. 

“Hey,” he spoke, looking at you in particular. “I need to speak to you for a minute.” 

You blinked. Once. Then twice. This was real? This very attractive first-year that you’ve been materialistically pining after for was requesting to talk to you? Alone? Though, the way he worded it was weird. He spoke formally, like he didn’t really want to be there. Oh well. You’d take what you could. 

You gave a smile. “Sure. ‘S outside okay?” At his nod, you led the way through the double doors of the gym to step outdoors, though not before taking a glance at Akaashi and wondering if the pink of his ears signified that he really did follow your (kind of) joking request from last night.

“Tsukishima, right?” He gave a wordless nod of assurance. “What’d you need me for?” 

“You’re [Last].” A statement, not a question. “I recommend you talk to your friend Akaashi in there.” 

Oh. Not what you were expecting at all. “Uh, okay.” There was silence that you had expected him to fill in himself, but it persisted until you broke the barrier. “Is there… a particular reason why?” 

He gave an aggravated sigh, a contrast to his generally calm demeanor from before. “Just-- you’re a bit dense, both of you.” Nearly letting out an offended gasp, you let him continue, “He tried, uh, indirectly flirting for you, I guess, and told me about you, or whatever, and while I’m flattered, it’s a bit obvious that he’s got eyes for you and I recommend you address that soon.” 

He’s got what?!

You were very convinced this was a joke, but from what you’ve observed, Tsukishima was not one for long-winding pranks like this, both because they were a bit too cruel (not that he’d really mind, let’s be honest) and because they took too much effort to uphold. Nevertheless, you questioned him about both his intentions and further details about the situation. 

“I’m not lying, I wouldn’t really lie about this stuff.” He told you. “If I’m being honest I wouldn’t normally care to do something like this,” that was a bit obvious, “but Kuroo overheard or something, and told me to talk to you. Don’t know why he wouldn’t just do it himself, but-- whatever. Basically, Akaashi just kept talking about you and he had this weird look in his eyes and he said something like ‘you should talk to her, she’s cool,’ and the guy looked like he was in pain, for fuck’s sake. Just say something to him. Doesn’t matter what, just… do it, I guess.” 

Oh. That was actually kind of nice of the blonde, to take some time to actually talk to you. Even if it was pushed by Kuroo, who probably put Tsukishima up to the job because his words (which you’d already heard plenty of time before) would not nearly be as effective as someone who was practically a stranger to you. (A weird dynamic to have, but true nonetheless.) 

You let out a sigh. “Yeah, I’ll, uh, I’ll talk to him. But just to make sure, you’re being serious, right? And you’re, like, very sure about this, right?” 

He rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t be taking the time to actually do this if I wasn’t serious. I’m not that nice.” 

“I can tell.” 

“Gee, thanks.” 

“Anytime.” 

“You’re kinda cool, though. Even though you’re a little shit. Wanna exchange numbers?” 

“Wow, you’re still flirting with me even though you’ve got a whole guy pining for you right over there.” 

“Hey! Who says I’ve got ulterior motives with you? I can have guy friends, you know.” 

He let out a scoff of amusement and his minor suspicion melted away quite quickly as he took his phone out and asked you to relay your number. After mirroring the process with your own phone, you stepped back into the gym with him, elbowing him playfully as you both continued to banter until halfway through the room where you had to split up, him going back to practice with Kuroo and you going towards Bokuto, who was now standing with Akaashi at the spot you’d left the owl-like boy. 

You gave a smile to the setter, who you’d noticed had been gazing at you discreetly since you’d walked into the gym with Tsukishima. “Heya,” you said to both of the boys. “What’s up?” 

Bokuto gave his usual childish grin and you found yourself contagiously returning it. “Not much! Just talking to ‘Kaashi for a bit. You get that blonde kid’s number?” 

Now that you were hyperobservant of Akaashi’s habits (mainly due to you wanting to absolutely, one-hundred guarantee what said blonde kid had told you before you did anything stupid), the way he flinched at Bokuto’s question did not go unnoticed by you. Your lips quirked up in amusement as you responded confidently, “Yeah, actually! He’s pretty funny.” You felt bad torturing the poor setter, but hey, you were gonna end his suffering soon anyways! (Relaying that in your head, you realized that came off a little morbid and assured yourself that you wouldn’t be actually killing the guy any time soon.) 

You shifted the topic of conversation, watching with internal humor as Akaashi shifted awkwardly on his feet and stole glances of you when he thought you wouldn't notice. Wow! Were you just really fucking oblivious before or was he purposely trying to be more obvious about his cute pining stunt. Regardless, you found it both cute and a source of entertainment (as sadistic as it was of you to admit) so you didn’t think of it too hard. 

“Hey, maybe we should start heading back.” Kuroo suggested at one point. “Getting a bit late.” 

You shrugged in agreement--not like they were doing anything important, really. You, Bokuto, and Akaashi were talking for a solid half hour and Kuroo and Tsukki seemed to be fooling around with each other (“fooling around” entailed Kuroo bothering Tsukki and trying to get him involved in whatever joke he was planning next, of course to no avail, but you appreciated your captain’s sense of determination).

You all exited the gym, Kuroo making sure to turn off the lights and lock it up as needed. You and Akaashi walked in front of the trio as they staggered a bit behind. You glanced to your side, smiling at him fondly. He locked eyes with you and a hint of curiosity was found in his aloof expression. You laughed, light and airy and shook your head. 

“You’re funny sometimes.” You stated simply, and Akaashi couldn’t seem to find much energy in himself to audibly ask for further clarification. A few minutes passed and you decided to make a move, looking at both of your hands and aiming to lock pinkies with him. 

At the feeling of foreign contact, Akaashi jolted and looked up at you, expression more shocked than curious now. You just smiled and turned your head forward, taking the chance to slip your whole hand into his and interlock your fingers like puzzle pieces. 

“What are you doing?” He finally hissed out, tone laughably frantic. “He’s-- He’s gonna think that we’re dating and that you’re, like trying to cheat on me with him--!” 

“Tsukishima?” You questioned, feigning ignorance. “Nah, he won’t think that. Stop worrying about it.” 

“[Name]--” The genuine panic in his voice was sort of funny, all things considered, and you let out a quiet chuckle. “Seriously, let go. Don’t you wanna get with him? This is a couple thing, and I’m not-- You don't--”

“Yeah, I do.” Your smile was confident and a bit cocky, but you were very certain about the outcome and prepared to be as fun about this as you could be. “Tsukki told me, actually. You should be thanking him. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to tell you.” 

“Tell… me?” 

You groaned out loud at his unsureness. “That I, you know, like you. Like, a lot. Had a crush on you for months now, man.” 

“But you-- I though you said Tsukishima was… cute?” 

“Well, yeah, he is, objectively. But I was really just saying that ‘cause I didn’t think you’d like me back and I was either trying to get you jealous or get some kinda rebound-- whatever it was, it doesn't really matter now, right?” 

Akaashi stared blankly at your alight expression. Moments passed, and you two walked silently, the only noise coming from the trio behind you chatting jovially.

“So, um,” he began. “Just to clarify--” 

“You like me,” you cut him off, “and I like you. A lot. Very much.” 

He finally let out a laugh, of both amusement and relief and shook his head light-heartedly. “God, and I was worried that I’d have to suffer with seeing you and Tsukishima flirt everytime we were in the same room.”

“That would’ve been hell.” 

“You’re telling me.” 

The atmosphere was less tense and panicky as it was before (which was mainly Akaashi’s fault, let’s be honest), and your interlocked hands swung between you as you continued to walk in content silence. 

“So, am I…” Akaashi paused, trying to gather his thoughts before continuing, “Can I call you my girlfriend?” 

As cocky as you had been before, hearing it out loud made you flush a light pink and you gave a girlish giggle in response. “Well, yeah. As long as I can call you my boyfriend.” 

“Always.” That was fucking cute. You felt your heart flutter and almost scolded yourself internally for acting like such a schoolgirl before ceasing your internal slander--if this was what it was like to have a reciprocated schoolgirl crush then hell fucking yeah, you had absolutely no qualms with it. Your steps seemed lighter and bouncier and a soft simper was etched on your face. 

Akaashi split up with the boys at one point, telling them he’d be walking you to the managers’ room (you caught Kuroo and Tsukki smirking at you both, likely in elation that their little three-braincell collaboration was successful, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes and their cockiness). He made good on his promise, leading you to your room with his hand locked safely around yours until he stopped outside the door, turning to face you completely and letting go of your hand. 

“So…” he muttered, averting his eyes in uncharacteristic bashfulness. You smiled at his demeanor and took the chance to slide your arms around his neck, pulling him the slightest bit closer. 

“So…?” you mocked playfully, relishing in the short, sweet chuckle he let out. 

“You can kiss me.” At your statement, he cupped your cheek with one hand, gunmetal eyes finally meeting yours. 

“Can I?” He smirked sardonically. Cheeky bastard. 

Rather than responding, you pulled him closer with the arms you locked around his neck, clashing his lips into yours passionately. The heavy kiss simmered down into something much more tender quite quickly, though, with lips moving gently across each other and your head beginning to tilt to the side to allow for a better angle. 

You both parted after a reasonable amount of time spent liplocked, and as you took in deep breaths to make up for the ones you lost, you found yourself laughing at the situation you managed to put yourself in through the course of one night. Akaashi laughed with you, resolving to lean down and put his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into an embrace. 

“That was great.” He mumbled. 

“I know, right?” 

He pulled back to flick your forehead playfully and you chuckled again. A few moments were spent gazing at each other comfortably until--

“Are you guys gonna stop making out in front of the door or what?” 

You and Akaashi jumped at the sudden opening of the door, frantically turning your heads to see Yukie with a mixed expression bordering on both annoyed and smug. 

“‘S cute and all, but we’ve been hearing you guys mumble outside for, like, ten minutes. And we’d like to have our friend back, please?” She directed her last statement to Akaashi and you laughed with her at his mildly uncomfortable expression. 

“He was gonna give me back eventually,” you answered in his place. “But she does have a point, Akaashi. We’ve been out here for a while.” 

In another moment of uncharacteristic nature, Akaashi’s face simmered into a faint red blush and you swooned at the sight. You unlocked your arms from around him and he mirrored your movements quickly, avoiding eye contact with both you and Yukie. 

Yukie turned to you. “I’ll give you a bit of time.” She gave a glare to Akaashi, “But you better hand her over in five minutes. I’m timing you.” 

“So am I!” You heard the familiar voice of Kaori come from inside the room and laughed in amusement as the setter’s face only grew more saturated. “I’ll be right there, I promise.” With an assuring nod and an “I’m-watching-you” gesture at Akaashi, Yukie slipped back into the room and closed the door, giving you an Akaashi (some semblance of) privacy again. 

“That was interesting.” 

“That was embarrassing.”

“For you.” 

“[Name]--!” 

You cut him off with a jeering laugh and rested your head on his shoulders just like he had done moments before. “I go to school with them,” he mumbled dejectedly. “They’re never gonna let that go.” 

“Yeah.” Silence, then, “Well, you can have fun with that.” 

He groaned into your hair and shook his head before the exaggerated noise simmered into light laughter. “I guess I should let you go now.” 

“I guess you should.” You unlocked yourself from around him and smiled fondly, the same emotion prevalent in his eyes. You leaned up and gave him a short peck, entering euphoria for a millisecond before turning towards the door and letting out a sigh of surrender. 

“Goodnight, then.” You spoke, looking back again to get just one last glance of him for the night. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“Yeah,” he grinned. “Tomorrow.” 

“You know, maybe we can have out first date with Tsukki! As a little thank-you for getting us together in the first place--” 

“You know, you haven’t even explained that full story yet and I don’t think I want you to.” 

“‘KaaaaashiiiiI! C’mon!” 

“Goodnight.”

“One more kiss?!” 

“Not after that joke.” 

“I was kidding! I--!” 

“Goodnight.” 

“...you’re no fun.” 

[phoebehalliwell]

AU where Piper doesn't give up the godhood and instead disappears to parts unknown to cause chaos. Leo, up in Elderland, is drowning himself in his work as an escape. Phoebe, unable to deal with the trauma of losing yet another family member to magic, swears off magic and moves to Hong Kong with Jason. Paige is left trying to raise Wyatt and fight demons with only Chris for support.

yoooo fuckin grunge rendition & a perfect kickoff for a dark future tho in this dark future i don’t think it’s be like Evil Wyatt™ i think it’s be more like the world falls out of balance with the charmed ones severed and piper’s off fucking up shit i think we’ll put paige & henry together somehow in this au but like eventually they’re gonna have to leave the manor bc it’s such a seat of power and without the charmed ones they’re really vulnerable so henry’s like okay well i know you haven’t spoken with your sister in like almost a year but don’t you think it’s time let’s just go there so paige is like alright everyone pack your bags and chris is like i’m not going and paige is like what don’t be ridiculous of course you’re going and chris is like no i’ll stay here and protect the manor and paige is like you’ll die and chris is like i’m dying anyways. well, ceasing to exist, more like and paige is all like what sudden plot device are you springing on me now and chris is like well um in short i kinda fucked up and paige is like noah fence but i sorta got that when you made piper a god with no plan to get it out of her and chris is like yes okay i mean like globally i fucked up there but like on a personal level i also sorta fucked up? yeah. piper’s my mom. and paige is like !!!!!!! okay What??? and chris is like i needed to get close to the charmed ones to stop the dark future from happening i figured i could pose as your whitelighter you know stop the world from turning evil but that meant i had to get rid of leo. my dad. and paige is like okay i Need to sit down what the fuck What The Fuck and you did all this- and you- and now everything’s worse- and chris is like if it’s any consolation i’m pretty sure i at least got us off the evil dictator wyatt timeline and paige is like WHAT and chris is like yeah :/ but you’re- you’re doing a great job paige. if anyone can fix this, you can. sorry. and paige like goes downstairs and henry has wyatt and like a duffel and is like where’s chris and paige is like he’s staying behind and henry’s like what he can’t and paige is like no. he can. let’s go. and she orbs them out meanwhile chris’s math is telling him he’s got like a week maybe a week and a half til his conception so if there’s any time to use witchcraft it’s now i guess and he begins a ritual to tether him to the house. as long as it still stands, he’ll still be with it, guarding it from evil. it takes him almost a week to get the spell right, but he does it, unknowingly fusing himself with the nexus in the process. leo notices paige is gone and the house is empty and orbs in fearing the worst, only to find a chris that isn’t entirely chris well more like he is entirely chris and then some. he can tell he’s fused with the nexus. he’s also see-through, stuck permanently in the fade out of existence, but not to truly die until the house is gone. and leo has nothing to say. he has nothing to say bc everything here is his fault and this is all his doing and oh my god the world is falling apart and now there’s a ghost chris haunting the manor and he’ll never see his wife again and oh my god so he just sorta sits down in defeat and chris sorta sits down next to him like sorry i fucked all this up and leo’s like it’s not your fault. i did this and chris is like you can’t take all the blame i made the moves to put you in that position and leo’s like yeah and i still made them gods that was my own choice. and chris is like. did beat the titans tho. and leo’s like yeah lmao looks like we saved the world huh and chris is like yeah. it’s only going up from here. and it’s quiet for a minute and chris is like can i need to tell you something and leo’s like okay and chris is just like quiet and leo’s like are you actually gonna tell me and chris is like yeah but then he’s quiet again and leo’s just sorta like gonna sit there like let him take his time and they just like Sit There and after a while chris is like i’m your son and you know it’s not like leo was necessarily expecting anything but he really wasn’t expecting That and leo’s like like you’re my. like my son, like me & piper’s. son. and chris is like yeah :/ and leo’s just like oh. sorry. and chris is like for what? and leo’s like you had to come back to save the future clearly i fucked that one up to and chris is like no you didn’t. you... and leo’s like what and chris is like you never stopped believing in good. and he’s not entirely sure why he’s saying all this bc up until this very moment he thought that was his father’s biggest flaw and it’s what he hated about him but like right now. like what else can they really do but hope for the good in people. and leo’s like were we close? and chris is like no not really. and leo’s like oh :( and they just sit there. and after a while the elders chime and leo’s like i gotta go i guess. and chris is like yeah. and leo’s like i’m not giving up. not yet. we can still save the future. and chris just looks over at his dad and like leo means it like he’s got this look in his eyes this newfound fire and it sorta makes chris hope too and leo tries to pat chris on the shoulder but his hand sorta just waves through him but chris almost smiles like he gets the sentiment and leo orbs out and for the first time in like a long time chris just. cries. over in hong kong phoebe is hosting paige and henry (& baby wyatt) and she’s being cordial but it’s obvious she’s on edge and she’s practically begging paige to stay with her, to bind her magic. they’re protected and cloaked and they can live a normal life like they always wanted and paige is like i never wanted a normal life. i don’t want to live in a world without magic, i don’t want to live in a world without my sisters and phoebe’s like a world with magic is a world without your sisters. i should know. please don’t let it take you too.

okay this keeps going for another 3000 words i have no self restraint. the rest is under the cut

and paige really has to grapple with that because it’s sort of true. either she hides or she goes down fighting because it doesn’t seem like she can make it out of this one alive. and she knows if it was just her, she’d fight. she’d fight to the bitter end but it’s not just her it’s her and henry and baby wyatt it’s not just her. so it’s not just her decision to make. and phoebe says she can stay as long as she wants so long as she doesn’t practice any magic. demons can’t really track them if they never actively use their magic, and with the most basic wards phoebe set up, they’re practically invisible to the other side (jason has been informed about magic but he stays on a need to know basis). & paige hates it. i mean for starters she’s miles from home in a foreign country and while she still has her whitelighter gift of omnilingualism she sees phoebe tense up whenever she speaks mandarin so she stops using it around the house. and jason’s place is really nice and spacious and it’s not like they’re all living on top of one another but like paige feels insanely cooped up and she keeps watching the news and sees all these things happening and they’re like wow this is so unexplainable. experts are baffled. no scientific explanation. and she knows it’s magic and she knows she has to do something about it and henry can sense she’s getting antsy and he wants her to know that no matter what she chooses he’s behind her 100% and paige is like no it’s way too dangerous and henry’s like i don’t care paige i’m not going to sit on the sidelines and do nothing especially if this is as dangerous as you say it is and paige is like i can’t let you get hurt and henry’s like you don’t think i feel the same way? if we go down, we’re going down together. i’m with you in this. for better or worse. and paige is like okay. but just one thing first. and henry’s ready to argue to put up a fight but is completely caught off guard when paige says marry me. and phoebe is overjoyed to have a wedding and like jason’s completely willing to cover the whole thing because he hasn’t seen phoebe smile like this since piper went missing but paige and henry really don’t want all the bells and whistles so they just have a super lowkey ceremony in the living room which to be fair is huge & extravagant and has a beautiful view of the hong kong skyline and phoebe’s feeling like this happiness and hope that she hasn’t felt in such a long time and she even lets paige conjure a wedding dress even though paige said she was fine just getting married in one of phoebe’s nice white dresses phoebe’s like no this is your special day this is your wedding it should be yours it should be you and paige smiles and gives her a hug and even though phoebe’s powers are bound she can feel this tug from her empathy as if it’s trying to bubble to the surface. so blah blah blah paige and henry get married and they’re getting ready to like you know do their best to try to save the world namely to get piper back and they’re leaving wyatt with phoebe and jason but paige pulls phoebe aside like come with us. piper’s your sister too, you can save her. and phoebe’s like i can’t. i couldn’t then, i can’t now, i’m not strong enough. and paige is like i think that’s bullshit i think you are strong enough i think you’re just scared. and phoebe’s like paige you might think you know me but you don’t know me that well. i’m not scared; i’m terrified. and if i was strong enough, i’d stop you. i’d stop you from going on a suicide mission and i’d stop you from leaving me the last man standing but if there’s one thing it seems i’ve never been strong enough to do it’s save my sisters. and paige is like you saved me. way back in s4, you saved me. you are strong enough. come with me. and phoebe’s like i can’t blah blah blah henry’s been talking with jason because jason’s like oh are you gonna go save the world and henry’s like nah i’m probably just gonna die and jasons like oh. . is that like your game plan? and henry’s like paige is gonna try to find piper. she hopes if she can bring her back, she can fix the balance. and jasons like bring her back from where and henry sorta sighs that sigh that you sigh when you’re in way over your head and he’s like godhood and jason’s like excuse me and henry like yeah know all the freak storms that have been happening lately and jason’s like that’s piper? and henry’s like yeah and jason’s like shit. and he sort looks over at phoebe who’d like now in the kitchen and she’s got a death grip on a mug of tea and looks like she’s trying not to feel anything and henry looks over at paige who’s like basically putting on her war paint and stocking up on potion ingredients and this that and the other and both these lads know this situations fucked up and jason’s like look not that i’m trying to rush you off to your death but and henry’s like great start and jason’s like i own a satellite company or some bullshit blah blah blah basically we’ve been tracking these storms trying to figure out where the next one’s gonna hit and henry’s you can track piper. and jason’s like. yeah. i had no idea, but yeah. and henry’s like where’s the next one gonna be and jason makes a call blah blah blah it’s all in mandarin so henry has no idea what’s going on and jason’s like it looks like you have home field advantage. the next one’s gonna be in san francisco. and so paige and henry orb back to the manor and paige is like brewing potions like nobody’s business and henry’s like so what’s the plan and paige is like uhh to be perfectly frank there is no plan we’re just gonna wing it try to talk her down and if that doesn’t work... and henry’s like if that doesn’t work? paige is like try to stop her. and henry nods and paige is like it’s not too late to back out. and henry’s like not a chance. and paige is like brewing potions when chris floats in a paige is so shocked she almost blows up the whole attic adding an ingredient to a potion. and chris is like what’re you doing here? and paige is like you still exist? and henry’s like wait what does that mean? why can i see through you? and chris is like i tethered myself to the house. as long as it’s here i’m here. and paige is like that works?? and henry’s like you’re a ghost?? and chris is like i don’t think so. dad- leo says i’m the nexus. and paige is like you’re the nexus??? and henry’s like leo’s your father??? and paige is like yeah wait circle back you’ve talked to leo?????? and chris is like is like yes to all but can you answer my question and paige is like what was your question and chris is like why are you here and paige is like oh. and she’s looking at all her potions and like wondering whether or not she should tell chris she's here to throw hands with his mom when henry cuts in and says piper’s coming. and chris is like what? how do you know? and henry’s like jason’s weather tracking. a giant storm’s gonna hit in an hour, maybe two if we’re lucky. and with it- is gonna be my mom. and chris is like okay. what’s the plan. and paige is like there is no plan. and chris is like what do you mean there’s no plan? and henry’s like we’re gonna try to talk her down. chris is like and if that doesn’t work? and paige is like well then we try not to die. and chris is like well what are you going to say and paige is like ...i don’t know yet. it’ll come to me in the moment. and chris is like you’re joking and paige is like well do you have a better idea? and chris is like orbs out but when he does it’s like polluted with a dark smoke that paige recognizes as the nexus and she’s just like god this is so fucked up and then like lightning strikes and thunder rumbles and rain starts falling down and henry’s like i think it’s about to get worse. and paige like grabs a fistful of potions and she’s like you ready? and henry’s like there’s no one i’d rather face the end of the world with and takes her hand and they go out to the front steps of the manor and paige starts yelling to the sky like piper! piper it’s your sister! it’s paige! please come talk to me! piper! and like she and henry are already soaked to the bone and lightning strikes and brings down a tree near the side of the house but henry and paige stay standing and paige is like piper i’m not going anywhere! you’re my family; i’m not leaving! and piper’s like i don’t have a family. and she’s like a far cry from the party city goddess we saw in the season five her hair is long and wild and there seems to be vines growing intertwined with it and he dress has been soaked with mud and seawater and earth so many times it’s now like a fucked up brown and it’s got rips and tears that have been patched over by moss that seems to grow out of her skin and when she moves the earth seems to bend towards her. meanwhile in hong kong jason’s like why didn’t you tell me it was piper and phoebe’s like what and jason’s like this the world ending the apocalypse why didn’t you tell me it was piper? and phoebe’s like would it have made a difference? and jason’s like yes! phoebe she’s your sister, she means the world to you and phoebe’s like she’s not my sister anymore and jason’s like what and phoebe’s like that thing inside her, that power, it’s taken over. it’s not piper; piper would never do this. and she just sorta starts crying and jason pulls her in close and phoebe’s just like it’s not piper. i wish i had piper. and jason’s like i think you should go. with paige. i think you should go save her. and phoebe’s like what? and jason’s like i’ll watch wyatt. i can get you off the ground within the hour and have you land the as close as you can to san francisco, and i’ll- i’ll get a car to be there for you can you can drive the rest of the way but phoebe you need to be there. and phoebe’s like to do what? and jason’s like to tell her how much you need her. and phoebe just sort of wipes off her tears and is like okay and jason’s like i call the pilot and phoebe’s like there’s no time. i just need some rosemary, cypress, and yarrow root. and jason’s like what? and phoebe’s already like dragging stuff down from the cabinets and mixing it all in a bowl and like grabs a knife and jason’s just sorta like !!! and phoebe’s you know like power of the witches rise / course unseen across the skies / magic that i must unbind / a lost sister i must find and she looks over and jason and she’s terrified and jason kisses her and says i love you and phoebe says i love you too and she cuts open her finger spilling blood and chants blood to blood i call to you / blood to blood i return to and like a swirl of witches orbs and she’s gone and jason just hopes she comes back bc he’s got a ring ready for her when she does. and phoebe finds herself in the manor in the middle of what feels like a hurricane. and she can hear paige screaming outside. you do have a family, piper! we’re your family. and she hears piper scream and the earth shift and phoebe’s terrified like she might actually have a panic attack like terrified and she wonders if she should just go home where it’s safe but she looks around and. she is home. this is her home. and she can’t run anymore. and paige is still trying to talk piper down like wyatt still needs you! your son, wyatt, he needs his mother! and phoebe just hears a crashing sound and henry yelling like paige we need to get inside. and paige is like i’m staying right here! you hear that, piper? you’re gonna have to kill me, because there’s no way i’m leaving you! and phoebe like runs out in the pouring rain because she’s like 90% sure piper is about to kill paige so she just like. throws herself in front of paige, placing herself firmly between her and piper and yells piper! piper this isn’t you! you’re not a god you’re a charmed one! you’re my sister! you’re our family! and piper stops moving and it looks like tears might be running down her face but it might just be the torrential rain and phoebe starts walking towards her like you were there. when i was born. right in the living room piper you have been with me every second of my life! you taught me how to ride a bike! you let me back in after i ran away! and when i had lost myself to the greatest evil, when i thought i could never come back, you saved me, piper. come back. and she’d like a few feet away from piper and she can see how much this women changed how inhuman she’s become but it doesn’t matter bc she can still see piper and she just repeats like come back piper. come home. and thunder stops rumbling and the wind stops howling but it’s still a downpour of rain and paige hands all of her potions over to henry and runs over to piper and piper looks like a cornered animal and she just looks scared. she looks scared and angry and upset and she’s looking to phoebe and paige like she’s begging them to have the answers and paige is like you have a family. we’re your family. and piper’s like no. my family is gone. and phoebe’s like we’re right here. and piper words are just catching in her throat and she can’t even speak and when she hears the words i’m sorry, i should have never left you. the rain just stops all together and as she turns around to see leo her dress starts to disintegrate deteriorating like it would if it wasn’t held together by magic and she’s looking at leo like she can’t believe her eyes and leo just holds out his hands and is like i miss you, more than words can tell i miss you and i love you i never stopped i’ll never stop, piper... and there’s this insane amount of lightning and it just crackles everywhere and henry calls out because he’s sure paige just got fried and the whole place smells like ozone and when it clears and eyes adjust it’s piper, still a god, but different. moss no longer grows from her skin and vines don’t sprout from her hair, her ruined gown is back to a pristine white, and she’s holding leo’s hands. and leo’s just like come back home piper. and she hugs him, still crying as the essence of a god leaves her body. and phoebe and paige immediately make this a group hug completely forgetting boundaries bc like it’s piper again and they have waited so long to see piper again and piper just sort of. laughs, mixed in with a sob. and they all hold her so so super tight and she’s like okay people. can you let me breathe and uhh like Everyone is crying a lil bit (save for henry who’s just like. a lil bit confused) and piper goes back into the manor and sees like nexus!chris and she’s like woah why are you a ghost and chris is like it doesn’t matter. i’m gonna- i’m gonna go move on. it seems like the future’s saved, so... and leo’s like you don’t have to go. you could stay. and chris is like this isn’t my world. i’ve been clinging onto existence for too long, it’s time to let go and leo like looks at chris and he knows that he’s made up his mind and there’s no changing it so he just goes in to give chris a hug and when he does he actually cna make contact and he squeezes him tight and chris’s final words are just i love you, dad before he fades out of existence and piper’s like i’m sorry. dad? and leo’s like yeah um it’s a long story and piper’s like uh huh. and paige is like also i got married! and henry’s like hi. and piper’s like uh huh! okay! and she turns to phoebe like any surprises from you? and phoebe’s like no. um i’ve been going to a lot of therapy. and piper’s just like. alrighty then. and she’s sorta looking around the house and it’s sorta a shitshow like it’s been near destroyed by the storm and she’s just like you know looking around like fuck i really did all this oh god i just did like a lot of this i did a lot of damage around the world and leo notices her and is like. you know. by magic done can be magic undone. and piper’s like excuse me? and leo’s like whatever you did as a god. it can be reversed. it won’t change the memories of the time lost but... and piper’s just sort of nodding and she’s like it sounds like we’ll need the power of three and paige is like i can’t tell you how good it feels to hear that again and the girls all hold hands and close their eyes and phoebe starts off like a world out of balance a sisterhood broken / reunited and healed with these words spoken and paige is like we call on the power of three to guide us / drawing on good magic to save us from crisis and piper’s like to reverse the damage and harm that was done / we three witches ask as one and like top it off with an in unison as we will it / so mote it be and like you know a soft gold light like pours out and flows over everything you know the clouds part and the sun shines and the trees right themselves and glass repairs itself and henry’s like woahhh bc like he’s never seen magic on this level before and paige can’t help but smile and she kisses him and like piper’s with leo and phoebe’s like word. cue the screech of burning rubber sound of pounding footsteps and desperate knocking on the door and phoebe’s like i’ll get that i guess and she opens the door to find jason dean red faced and out of breath on her doorstep and phoebe’s like surprised and she goes in to hug him but as soon as he sees her he like drops to one knee and still trying to catch his breath pulls out a ring like phoebe halliwell will you marry me? and phoebe’s like !!! yes! and like jason’s driver comes up the front steps holding baby wyatt and he’s sorta hovering behind like is this jason’s baby he seems a lil busy right now i guess i’ll keep holding this kid when wyatt sees piper and is like mama! and orbing right out of that man’s handing into piper’s arms and jason’s like yeah uh pretend you didn’t see that and the drivers like yeah. i’m gonna go wait in the car. blah blah blah happy ending wyatt telekinetically closes the door.

[byunsboyz]

Jamais Vu - Part Three

Baekhyun x Female Reader

Warnings: none?

Genre: Fluff

W/C: 2472

Part One Part Two

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You sit on hold impatiently waiting to be connected to the inter-company help desk. 

One minute you’re uploading an important journal to your client’s software, the next minute you get the blue screen of death.

“Shit shit shit” you mutter as you try to get your laptop to turn back on. You hear Kyungsoo sigh from across the room. 

“You saved before you uploaded right?”.

He looks up from his screen when you don’t reply, a glint of concern behind his glasses. 

“Right?”

You screw your eyes shut tightly and continue to ramble, “shit Shit SHIT”.

“Oh no,” Kyungsoo breathes. 

The irritating hold music finally cuts and a familiar voice sighs down the other end.

“...again?”

“I keep you busy don’t I?” you wince, as the low voice grumbles something indistinguishable.

“What did you do this time?” 

“I don’t even know Yixing, I was trying to upload this client journal and then the whole thing just broke!”

Zhang Yixing, a member of your company’s IT support department and a colleague you knew very well much to his dismay.

You were unfortunately infamous for breaking something IT-related every other week.

“How big was the file?” he starts, the sound of his keyboard tapping faintly through the line.

“I don’t know, like 3000 lines last time I checked”. 

In the corner of your eye, Kyungsoo stands up and raises his coffee mug while gesturing to yours. 

You nod gratefully and he picks up your mug on his way out. 

“Hmm, it might be a server crash. I heard they’ve had WiFi issues on and off this week”. 

“So it wasn’t my fault?” you ask, suddenly perking up.  

“For once,” Yixing deadpans, “Did you save the last version before upload?”

“....no.” you sigh, “I was in such a rush to get it done I forgot. Ugh-I’m such an idiot!” You slump down in your chair feeling depressed.

“It’s fine, It’s fine” the IT tech soothes, his voice always somewhat reassuring. 

“I’ve had your cloud drive set to take a backup every hour since that time you accidentally deleted your hard drive.”

“Yixing I owe you my life!” 

He just chuckles down the line.

“Try restarting your laptop, I’ll hop on remotely and restore what I can”. You nod gratefully, even if he can’t see you. 

It’s late in the evening when you finally leave the office. 

Yixing restores what he can but you still have some gaps to fill, so between that and the continued server crashes you finally give up and leave two hours past quitting time.

“You didn’t have to stay Yixing, but I still really appreciate it” you thank him gratefully. 

“It was mostly for the safety of our IT systems”, he yawns, scratching the back of his head as you walk side by side out of the building together.

“I didn’t have any issues until I worked here,” you huff as you swipe your ID card and exit the building. “My computer at home works just fine!”.

“Yeah yeah yeah” mocks Yixing with a dimpled smirk. You wave goodbye in defeat and walk towards the subway station. 

Much to your surprise, you see Baekhyun when you step onto the train.

Sitting towards the middle of the carriage, his tie loosened and hair dishevelled as he sits forward scrolling through his phone. 

He sighs about three times as you make your way towards him, plopping down in the seat next to him.

“Rough day?” you ask, nudging his shoulder gently with your own. 

He looks up disinterestedly at first, but then his usual warmth returns to his eyes and he smiles softly, dark circles present under his eyes. 

“That obvious huh? And you?”

You sigh “Computer issues and stressing out the IT department”.

 Baekyhun snorts, “Computers were never your strong point.”

You scoff, sitting up in your seat to cross your arms over your chest, “What does that mean!”.

“Um, what about those times you pressed the wrong button at the radio station!?”.

Memories of Baekhyun talking in a chipmunk voice flashes through your head, or the time he thought he was talking live on the radio for twenty minutes before you realised you hadn’t paused the commercial recordings, you snort.

“Can’t say I recall…” He looks up at you with accusing eyes, “Uhhh have you eaten yet?” you ask, looking to change the subject as your own stomach aches with hunger. 

He shakes his head in response. 

“I know a great burger place?” you offer, “and they serve alcohol”. 

He hums in satisfaction. “You had me at burgers”.  

“Great let’s get off at the next stop”.

It’s been a few weeks since Baekhyun came back into your life and things are slowly becoming more comfortable.

Things really eased one morning when you discovered Baekhyun had been walking to the wrong subway station. 

“Do you get a ride to work?” you’d asked nonchalantly as you both walked out of the building one morning.

“Huh-no the subway,” he shrugged, starting to turn off in the opposite direction.

“Wait!” you’d called out. “I thought you said you worked in the same part of the city as me?”

He turned to face you, his head tilted to the side, lines forming between his brows as he looked back at you. “What, yeah. Why?”.

“You’re walking to the station after ours…” you realise he’s making the same mistake you made when you first moved to the city.

Without thinking you step forward and link your arm in his, steering him in the right direction. 

“Come on Mr Byun”.

Turn out he thought you were the one getting a ride to work

You started walking to the subway together every morning after that day. Baekhyun cut ten minutes off his journey time thanks to you, but you never usually saw him on the ride home. 

Baekhyun’s office was situated farther in the city than yours so you’d get off a couple of stops before him. 

“Come on, let’s go eat, “ you yawn, standing up from your seat as the carriage halts at your stop. 

You walk to the restaurant together quietly, the street lights flickering on above you as the night seeps into the evening. 

“Table for two?” a cute waitress chirps when you enter the restaurant.

“Please” You both follow her over to an empty table. 

You take your seats and she pulls out her order pad, “Can I start you off with anything to drink?”.

“Can I get two beers please?” Baekhyun asks politely, the waitress failing to hide the way her eyes almost bulge out of her head when she looks at Baekhyun properly. 

“I’ll be right back to take your order” she sing-songs as she steps away.

“Rude, she didn’t even ask what you wanted to drink” he grins, looking up cheekily from the menu. 

You scoff and swat him with yours. 

“Menus are for reading not hitting” he whines, jutting out his bottom lip to feign upset. 

“I already know what I'm getting, this is one of my favourite places!” you declare, looking around at the bright American diner themed decor. 

Admiring the cute neon milkshake sign and wondering if you could buy one for your apartment. 

“Should I get Onion Rings or Bacon Cheese Fries” Baekhyun ponders out loud.

 As if your body heard him, your stomach growls audibly. “He says both” you laugh, pointing to your stomach. 

The waitress takes your order and after what seems like an eternity your food finally arrives. 

You stare down at the beauty in front of you. The golden crisp of the grilled cheese bread, the way the cheddar and monterrey jack oozes teasingly out of the sides. The smell of the freshly made fries as the salt grains twinkle under the lights of the restaurant.

“I think I'm in love...” you gasp, gazing down at the piece of art on your plate.

Your mouth salivates as you bring the first half of the sandwich towards your mouth and take your first bite.

Tears spring to your eyes as you groan in happiness.

“Shall I give you and the sandwich a moment” Baekhyun teases, snapping you out of your trance.

“Don’t ruin my happy place” you sigh contentedly, as you swallow the first delicious bite. You steal one of his onion rings and shove it into your mouth whole. 

He shakes his head at you as he lifts his burger to his mouth. 

“Might want to take the cucumbers out, it’ll ruin your experience”, you say absentmindedly as you take a long swig from your beer, gesturing towards the burger.

He puts the burger down and lifts up the bun, his eyes widening in surprise, “You remembered that?”.

The realisation hits you and you feel your face heating up, “Uh-yeah, well...of course” you stumble over your words, unsure of what to say. 

Baekhyun doesn’t take notice, removing the cucumbers from his burger with disgust and taking a huge bite.

“Wow, you weren’t wrong” he groans, his mouth still full. 

You raise your hand to the waitress to order two more beers as you both sit in comfortable silence enjoying your meals.

“Wow, you weren’t wrong about this place” Baekhyun swoons, patting his stomach in satisfaction when you both finish eating.

“Stick a fork in me, I’m done”. You sigh, causing Baekhyun to chuckle. 

“Thanks for inviting me” he starts, playing with the label on the beer bottle. “This has really cheered me up.”

“No problem” you smile back at him. 

He hums thoughtfully “I’m really grateful you know, to be able to sit together like this after all this time.” 

You drain the dregs of your beer and nod, you know from experience that he gets sentimental after a couple drinks. 

“Me too, shall we pay up?”

You call out to the waitress and bring the bill, despite arguing back and forth Baekhyun is adamant he’s paying and thrusts his card at the poor waitress, who is just standing there waiting for you to finish bickering.

“You guys are so cute” she giggles as she processes the transaction on the card machine. 

You start to shake your head to deny whatever she’s insinuating but Baekhyun throws his arm around your shoulder and drags you out of the restaurant. 

“Should we get a cab, it's pretty late?” He looks down at his watch as you walk down the street towards the subway station. It’s a little after 9 pm.

The night sky black with few stars twinkling sparsely against the city fog that seems to shield them from sight. Baekhyun still has his arm around your shoulder and you feel more and more self-conscious about his touch. 

You unwrap yourself out of his hold and stuff your hands in your coat pocket. “You’re always so clingy when you’re tipsy”.

“I didn’t want you to feel cold” Baekhyun replies absentmindedly, you bite your lip instantly feeling guilty.

He really is clueless. 

He stops suddenly and looks behind him, waving a cab over just before it passes you by. 

“Come on, jump in”. 

You both hop in the cab and Baekhyun gives the driver the address, as the taxi pulls off you opt to stare out of the window for the remainder of the journey, to refrain yourself from saying anything stupid.

When the cab pulls up you lean over and hand the driver payment, ignoring Baekhyun’s protests as you step out of the vehicle.

“You bought dinner, this is the least I can do” you shrug as you walk towards your building. 

“You’re so stubborn!” he huffs, jogging up behind you so that you’re walking side by side again. 

“Speak for yourself” you retaliate. 

 You feel yourself grinning as you continue to banter back and forth in the elevator until you arrive at your front door.

“Goodnight hyunnie” you grin. Leaning back against your door as you watch Baekhyun unlocking his own. 

He pauses at the sudden nickname. The name you used to call him all the time back in college, it was strange how easily it rolled off your tongue.

“Night sunflower” 

The nickname he called you over ten years ago. 

Smiling fondly back at you as you step back into your apartment, trying to still the way your heart flips at his words.

The next evening you’re at a karaoke bar with Key and Aria, it’s Friday evening so you don’t hold back from the cocktails that Key keeps reordering.

You fill them in on your evening with Baekhyun.

“That’s practically a date!” screams Key, shaking you by the shoulders. “He paid for your meal, escorted you home AND walked you to your door!”.

“They live together you dumb dumb” Aria sighs, flipping through the song lists with the karaoke remote. “But I mean it does sound like you both got closer?”.

You laugh nervously, throwing back your cocktail to calm your sudden nerves. “I mean it was nice, it felt like the old days but I also can’t help but feel cautious”. 

You run your fingers through your hair as you feel everything suddenly bubbling over and you start ranting.

“At the end of the day he stopped talking to me, I probably didn’t try that hard but why put in energy that’s not reciprocated, am I just convenient?”

You sigh “I realise now that he’s just himself, too friendly and doesn’t realise it. I was misleading myself”. 

Key wraps his arm around you,“You...my beautiful, intelligent, way too sober friend, need more cocktails!”. 

“She needs a date!” shouts Aria excitedly. “Remember that thing we were talking about?”. 

You look between your friends suspiciously. “What thing?” 

“Speed dating, there’s an event next weekend. You should go!”.

Key is sticking his head out of the door to order more drinks but he turns back into the room and points at Aria.

“You’re also going A”. 

Aria chokes on her soda, “ME!?”.

“Yes, you!!” Key shoots back, “when was the last time you had a date?”.

You don’t see your friend speechless often but in this situation Key has her stumped. 

“I never even agreed to this!” you defend, “Why do I need to go?”.

“Well why not” Aria turns the conversation back to you. “Is it because you're secretly hoping something will happen between you and Baekhyun?”.

“No!” you shout. 

Key gasps. “You still like him!” he points his finger at you accusingly. 

“No, I don’t” you whine, taking an extra-long slurp of your mojito. 

“Prove it!” Aria and Key shout back in unison. 

“Fine! If it shuts you both up! But Aria is coming or I’m out” you huff, selecting the next karaoke song and grabbing the mic angrily.

“He got, me, go-ing crazzzyyyyyyyyyyy” you shout out the lyrics. Venting out all your evening's frustration.

Your friends grin like hyena’s in the mirror behind you. 

What have you got yourself into.

Bonus Scene (in collaboration with @xingslove​ ) :

Aria practically herds you and Key out of the karaoke bar. 

“I feel bad leaving that last cocktail there. It must be so lonely” Key whines, looking back towards the bar longingly.

Aria dragged you away before you could finish off the last of your drinks, declaring you’d both had enough. 

There’s a long walk to the cabs at the far end of the street. Key dragging his feet on Aria’s right as she pulls you along from the left. 

“For someone so short you have the strength of a bull” groans Key, trying to wrestle himself out of Aria’s vice grip. “You could have at least let me finish my cocktail!”.

“Key, I am not your date from last week” Aria mutters under her breath, “I will not let you get into the same state that results in you throwing up on us!”. 

Key winces slightly at Aria’s words. You recount that night, Key stumbling through the door of Aria’s apartment covered in vomit.

You had been there watching a movie and had to help take care of your upset and incredibly drunk friend.

“Yeah, you disgrace!” You point at him mockingly.

“He challenged me! What was I supposed to do!” he shoots back at you. 

Maybe it’s the cocktails, but you start laughing like a hyena as your friends argue back and forth.

“Don’t think I forgot about you!” Aria retorts, rounding to face you. “Miss ‘throws up in the toilet after way too many shots’”.

“Wait, which time? That happens a lot?” Key asks, finally breaking free from Aria and starts to pirouette back towards the bar. 

“Hey!” you shout, but any words of defence are lost on you as the street starts to spin with Key. 

You brace yourself against the wall for a quick rest.

“Oh you know, that time I held her hair back as she threw up...” Aria starts to recount, letting you go to herd Key back in the right direction. 

“We left her to go get some fresh clothes since she pulled a you!” She pokes Key in the chest as she grabs his shirt collar and redirects him back towards you. 

“And we came back to find her taking a nice nap against the toilet seat”.

“Was that when she slipped off as soon as we walked in? You thought she had lowkey knocked herself out”.

Key grabs the lampost nearby to brace himself as he bursts into laughter.

“Oi” you slur, pointing at your friend only to trip over nothing. 

“You can’t judge ussssss”. You hiccup, clutching back onto Aria’s arm to steady yourself. “You don’t even drink!” 

“Yeah!” joins in Key, swinging around the pole like he’s dancing in the club, “isn’t it harsh to laugh at your friends' misfortunes!”.

“Just get in the cab!” huffs Aria, finally shoving you both into a waiting taxi.

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monoma x fem!reader | hateful sex [smut] [2/3]

neito monoma x reader

female reader

Neito decides to tease (Y/N) during the movie, and he keeps doing so during the whole night.

warning : smut, lemon, bit degradation since it's neito

-> spit, cockwarming, public sex (kinda), actually some temperature play cause he can copy quirks and it's practical

this is the second part (check out the first one) and it's based on that post we made with @mhastories

that's gonna be long anyway cause I have a lack of Neito smut and for once I'm really into a smut I'm writing lmao (3000 words 💀💀)

       Once again, (Y/N) and Neito just had a quickie in her dorm before going to a night training. ''I'm keeping those.'' The blonde said, taking the girl's underwear and putting them in his pocket. He had put back on his clothes very quickly, leaving her wrapped in the blanket, looking for her clothes. ''Wow, Phantom Thief, more like Panties Thief.'' She said, referring to his hero name, not even turning to look at him as she was looking for the pieces of clothing of her uniform.

       ''Why are you keeping them anyway ?'' She asked, finding a new pair to replace them. ''I really like them ! They remind me of my hero costume.'' He said, not even shameful. ''Your hero costume is a suit.'' She replied, confused. ''And your panties are black.'' He said, smiling. ''Anyway, I have to go.'' The blonde added, walking to her as she stood up, still wrapped in her blanket. He cupped her face and kissed her, leaving a string of saliva in-between them. ''Wow, are you gonna miss me or something ?'' She asked, questioning his affection.

       ''Open your mouth.'' He said, his usual cocky smile on his face. The girl executed his order, not really wondering what he wanted to do. Actually, she thought he was about to put his fingers flat against her tongue to tease her, or just kiss her again. But no. He spat in her mouth, laughing when he saw her eyes widen. However, she only sighed when he released her, still staring to see her reaction. ''You're disgusting.'' She replied, not even shocked. And that said, he went outside to train with the 2B students and once she was ready, she followed to join her own classmates.

       Actually, they weren't going to see each other until the movie night. (Y/N) told Neito she had to study for a test, and knowing Bakugou -she still couldn't tell why he had agreed to help her- he would've been so fucking pissed to see Neito tag along. And the blonde had some late homeworks to do anyway. Maybe that's why he kissed her that lovingly but ended up spitting in her mouth when she pointed it out. He was embarrassed.

        But he couldn't be happier when it was finally time to go to the 2A dorms to watch the dumb movie they had chosen. ''You seem excited.'' Juzo said. ''It's because he's seeing his girlfriend !'' Kendo sing-sang, laughing when she saw the blonde roll his eyes. But he didn't blush, much to her dismay. ''She's not my girlfriend. She's my cocksleeve.'' He replied, making his classmates who had heard it frown. Why did he have to be so randomly disgusting ?

        Everyone settled in the common room, having brought some mattresses so everyone could sit on something comfortable. Neito immediately pulled (Y/N) to make her sit on his lap. She complained a bit, but when she felt comfortable, her back against his chest while his chin was resting on the top of her head, she stopped. He had even brought a blanket ! And despite the fact that they looked like a lovely little couple, (Y/N) was too comfy to move from her spot. And she was having a discussion with Momo anyway, waiting for the movie to start.

''Don't you have morals, sitting like this ?'' Tenya said, pointing to their position. ''I'm just sitting ?'' (Y/N) asked, making Neito arch an eyebrow. ''And so there's more space for everyone. Why are you mad ?'' He asked, but the brunette didn't reply. Bakugou only glared at them, and when the girl raised an eyebrow at him, he tsked. ''I know what you're gonna do. I hope I won't catch you.'' he only said, before sitting on the other couch.

Like most people, the girl was still wearing her school uniform, making her wonder what the blonde could think about when he started to fiddle with her skirt. Still, he didn't do anything except playing with the fabric, his knuckles sometimes brushing against the girl's thighs, so she brushed it off and focused on the movie.

       However, after some minutes -when she had completely forgotten she was even laying on Neito- (Y/N) felt his hands roaming on her underwear. When he felt her tense up, the blonde kissed her temple. Hearing the tiny noise right next to him, Kaminari, who was sitting on a mattress, turned to look at them. And they said they weren't dating ! Still, he turned back to the movie, contented that he had caught them being all lovely dovely with each other. Poor boy, cause what he didn't know was that Neito was starting to fidget the fabric of the girl's panties, grinning at himself when he felt her body having a positive reaction to it.

        Momo was far enough on the couch for him to whisper to (Y/N). ''You're so wet ! Still you look scared... maybe you're just getting turned on that we could be caught.'' He said, making her eyes widen while she was trying to brush it off. Once she felt him slipping one, and then a second finger within her, she took a deep breath, trying to focus on the movie. Her face was slight red and her lips were parted, since she was focused enough to manage not to escape any noise.

Slipping his fingers in the girl's pants was something Neito was used to. But going as far as fingering her under a blanket, in public, was something he had waited to do for a long time. He had prepared this since a few days, but he was sure it was going to be worth the wait. Once he heard (Y/N) cough, he knew it was because she was at her edge and was just trying to hide her moans. So he stopped in his tracks. However, it was for something much better. (Y/N) felt Neito's lap moving beside her, and she felt his hands releasing her. She knew what he was going to do. They had talked about it a few times before.

''You know what would be funny ? Your classmates seeing me fucking you.'' The blonde had told her. ''I won't go as far. Maybe cockwarming, though. Camie told me it was excited.'' She had replied. But she had forgotten about that particular conversation until she actually felt Neito's member slipping inside of her, making his way as deep as he could. She leant forward, as he was taking his damn time and was making her feel every inch going further. He didn't eat her out before, so she was less wet that she usually was. And god, did she feel the difference.

It had been very difficult to remain quiet, biting her lip so harshly that she could feel herself tearing up. Once Neito was balls deep inside of her, he decided to wrap his arms around her, pulling her against his chest again. As if to congratulate her, he kissed her cheek, and rested his own against her head right after.

Feeling a whole cock inside of her, (Y/N) couldn't help but buck her hips at some point, making Neito snort -as quiet as he could. The movement had already caught Momo's attention, but she would've brushed it off if she hadn't heard the blonde's reaction. That's when she turned a bit, to discreetly look at what was going on. The blanket had moved, they didn't even look like they needed it that much at this point, and it had moved enough for the brunette to see how her friend's skirt was oddly up, and how pressed she was against the boy's lap.

Seeing her friend stare like this, Jiro also turned to look at what she was looking. When she noticed it, Momo turned to look at her. They exchanged a glance, and decided to look back at the movie. They were very happy they couldn't see more. It was already enough. Most people didn't notice these two, but Kirishima wasn't one of those people.

He elbowed Kaminari, and whispered : ''Kinky bastards.'' eyeing Neito and (Y/N). Kaminari turned slightly to look, and he could also tell what was going on. Even more with (Y/N)'s red face and Neito's grin. Hearing the red-head, Tenya wondered what was going on. After he noticed Kirishima and Kaminari looking at the same direction, he sighed. Did they really have to be this way ? Didn't they have morals ? He knew that was going to happen ! Still, he tried to brush it off and stop thinking about it by watching the movie.

But there was one poor boy who couldn't brush it off ; Izuku. He had felt someone stare at him, and that's why he had turned to look at what was going on. He thought it was Bakugou glaring at him, but surprisingly, it was Neito. Actually, the blonde was sure that Izuku had a crush on (Y/N) -and that's why he liked to be seen hanging out in the dorms that much and why he told the girl he wanted to bend her over and fuck her in front of everyone else- and he had decided he could witness how weak she was under his touch only.

The boy turned 50 shades of red, turning back to the screen. Noticing his reaction (Y/N) feared that some other people would see them. She immediately turned to Bakugou, who she feared the most. But luckily, he was focused on his phone, not even listening to the movie. He was sure not going to look towards them. Neito bucked his hips a bit to catch the girl's attention, which only made her bump her back against his chest, to hurt him a bit and make him stop. And the blonde actually spent the whole movie thrusting only here and there, and slowly enough for it to be unnoticeable and quiet.

As soon as the movie ended, Neito put back his pants discreetly, (Y/N) only having to put back her panties that were pushed to the side. The 2B students went back to their dorms, but the blonde had already sneaked in the (h/c)-haired's dorm. The second the door was locked, (Y/N) hit his chest. ''Why the fuck are you like this ?'' However, Neito only giggled. ''Didn't you say you wanted to try cockwarming ?'' She groaned. ''Yes, but with me knowing it in advance and without that many people in the room !'' She said. But the only reaction the blonde gave her was to cup her cheeks with both hands, kissing her tenderly.

''It was worth the wait. I can't believe it remained hard the whole time !'' He exclaimed, actually chuckling at himself. He knew about cockwarming, but he didn't know it was actually working ! As the girl was about to say something back, Neito actually pushed her on the bed. ''I've copied Todoroki's quirk, we have 5 minutes.'' He said, already taking off the girl's panties and raising her skirt. She was caught off guard, but she wasn't going to complain.

Immediately, Neito turned his fingers very warm, and slipped them in the girl's entrance. She groaned briefly at the feeling since she was already stretched, but he changed the temperature and they became freezing. The fact that he did that without stopping pumping and twisting them made (Y/N) release a loud gasp before escaping a long moan. She straightened up at the sudden change, Neito starting to lick at her lower parts in the process. She was now sat, her hands holding the blanket while the blonde proceed to eat her out, his fingers pumping in synch.

As he was bringing her to her edge, she started to pull at his hair, him moaning in the process -he really loved hair-pulling- sending vibrations through her whole body. After her legs shook at the feeling of having freezing and then hot fingers pumping into her, along with Neito's tongue swirling on her clit -he was a loud mouth, but damn was he great with that mouth- the girl finally came, the blonde even lowering his tongue so he could have a taste.

When he finally pulled out and licked his own fingers, he started to take off his pants, despite his shirt was already gone. ''You taste so disgusting.'' He muttered. The girl only hummed as an answer, catching her breath as she was kneeling down, knowing what he was expecting. He tucked her collar, so she took off her shirt, understanding what he meant. ''Come taste yourself, (Y/N) ! You were so wet, it's still dripping from my cock.'' Neito said, pointing to some juices that were actually really dripping from his tip.

The girl only licked the tip for a bit, before taking the boy's cock in her mouth. She gave a few strokes with her hand at the part she couldn't reach -as she liked going further and further but making him wait for it- but she quickly pulled out, licking her lips. ''That's disgusting.'' She said, making Neito snort. ''Well, it's only your taste. I taste that all the time.'' He replied. (Y/N) has already taken him back during his sentence, but hearing that statement made her snort, pulling out once again.

''Oh, that sent some vibrations.'' The blonde said, actually giggling while he referred to the girl's laughter. She had opened her mouth, but she giggled once again. ''Oh my God, stop making me laugh, I can't focus !'' She said, her last words making the blonde giggle back at her. She gave his cock a few strokes before spitting on it, making the blonde make a curious sound. ''Are you still bitter that I spat in your throat last time ?'' He asked. However, as she had started to suck him again, she only hummed, sending some vibrations to the boy, making him shiver.

''I don't mind you spitting on it like that. Do whatever you want, Princess.'' He said, caressing her cheek but quickly moving his hand to pull at her hair, dragging her closer to him in the process. As he had made her cum quickly, (Y/N) didn't mind giving him the same treatment and taking him fully in her mouth, licking the vein he had at the underside of his cock. Feeling her flat tongue against it made him groan, leaning his head against the wall, looking at the ceiling. Well, until he closed his eyes.

        Not wanting to cum that quickly, still, the blonde stopped the girl in her tracks, giggling when he saw her arch an eyebrow. He grabbed his cock, before slapping (Y/N)'s cheek with it, making her snort in the process. He slapped her cheek and jaw several times, laughing at himself while she just stared at him, smiling a bit that it amused him. ''Open your mouth.'' He said, forcing his tip of her lips, making her laugh and execute his order.

          ''Stick your tongue.'' Neito said, and she did. He wasn't even using a commanding tone, he was just talking casually, (Y/N) actually enjoying that they were actually having fun instead of insulting each other. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her tongue, adding some more saliva in the process. ''You're really focused on what you're doing.'' The girl said once he finally stopped. He giggled at her statement, before slapping her mouth -that she had opened again- and slipping his member in.

Once he felt his member twitch, he bent his head forward to look at the girl, and wrapped his free hand around her throat, as if to feel himself inside of her. She moaned faintly at the gesture, her neck being quite sensitive, and after face-fucking her for some minutes, the blonde came as well, feeling her swallowing his seed with his hand. When he let her release him, (Y/N) looked up to Neito with tearing eyes -he had been rough, after all.

She laid on the bed, trying to catch her breath, looking at Neito. ''I didn't even notice you had taken off your shirt.'' She said, almost whispering. ''I took it off as soon as we got here. Didn't you feel my skin against your thighs while I was eating you-'' she didn't let him finish, since she hummed, actually remembering that she did have noticed. Neito went to lay on top of her, resting on his forearms while looking at her, a cocky smile still on.

''Midoriya likes you.'' He said, as she started to brush her fingers against his abs. Surprisingly, he had some. ''No he doesn't.'' She replied, casually. ''He wouldn't be able to fuck you like this anyway. Your spots are actually difficult to find.'' He said, proud of himself. (Y/N) didn't know if they really were difficult to find, but she didn't point it out. ''Of course he wouldn't. He doesn't hate me.'' She replied, her fingers slowly getting lower and lower on the boy's body, knowing that they weren't done yet. She was actually tickling his lower abdomen.

''Good.'' Neito started, kissing her forehead before cupping her face with one hand, tightening his grip so her mouth would open. Then, he proceeded to spit in her mouth, once again, giggling when he saw her eyebrows twitch at the gesture. ''Cause I really love that you're my little slut only.'' He said, smiling when he let her close her mouth and swallow.

Then, he laid on his back next to her, pushing her hand away in the process. ''Now I'm lazy. Ride me. You do that great.'' Neito said, looking at the ceiling. He couldn't tell when he had started complimenting her, but he couldn't say he didn't like it. She sat on him and he pulled her down to kiss her, before smiling once he let her straighten back up.

this is my longest one shot ever, and it's a neito smut I am surprised but lowkey happy too????

MONOMA STANS COME GET YALL JUICE

retagging @heroprose cause neito stan

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 256: Fucking Superb You Funky Little Hero Eggs

Previously on BnHA: Aizawa and Mic’s frankensteined best friend Shirakumo, better known to us as Kurogiri, had his memories briefly restored through the Power of Friendship, and was all “YO Y’ALLS BETTER GO CHECK OUT THOSE HOSPITALS” before his head started steaming like a tea kettle and he randomly fell asleep. Aizawa and Mic were all “!!” and Aizawa was all “(ಡ ﹏ ಡ)” and Mic was all “Aizawa are you crying” and Aizawa was like “NO!!!” and then they left the prison and Nao called HPSC Lady who called Hawks and was all “eck-chay ethay ospitals-hay” because Hawks, as you recall, is still a secret agent and all that. Anyway so Hawks was all “EUREKA!!” in his head which doesn’t really add up but hey, and then the chapter ended with Dr. Ujiko dancing in sadistic glee as he watched Tomura get all mad scienced. It was pretty freaky. I could use some wholesomeness right about now so let’s see if this chapter will deliver.

Today on BnHA: Class 1-A shows off the fresh skills they learned during their assorted internships, such as “determination”, “enhanced search techniques”, and “becoming a literal blob of acid.” The Wonder Trio is a particular highlight, and All Might is all “my little baby off to destroy people :’)” as he watches Deku shred a robot to pieces using Blackwhip. We then cut to Aizawa and Mic, who may or may not be planning some rogue vigilante style investigations of the whole Noumu thing, or maybe they’re just brooding, but either way they’re interrupted by Mirio and Tamaki who come running in to get them to stop Eri’s quirk from going haywire, which, yikes. The chapter then ends with All Might handing Deku a notebook full of DETAILED, CATALOGED INFO ABOUT THE PAST SUCCESSORS AND THE FUCKING SIXQUIRKS. We just have to wait two more weeks to find out what that’s all about. 2020’s got some fucking zip to it so far huh.

so it’s about a quarter past 7 right now and it’ll be a miracle if I can have this recap up by 10pm tonight. surprisingly the wait for this chapter didn’t really bother me, but this Sunday/Monday release schedule is really doing a number on my punctuality. but anyways we’ll figure it out eventually. if memory serves, there’s about a 90% chance that this week’s jump will also be a double issue, so that gives me another extra week to get my shit together lol

(ETA: so that wasn’t too far off actually! I think a three-hour turnaround time isn’t bad for 3000 words lol. and actually it was more like two hours of reading/blogging and one hour of editing/photo cropping. anyway so in all likelihood either Sunday or Monday night releases will become the norm, depending entirely on how busy that particular Sunday is. not quite the same as getting the chapter on Friday and having the whole weekend to ruminate over it but we will adjust!)

anyway, so I’m somehow remarkably unspoiled for this chapter despite it having been out for nearly a week and a half at this point. so that’s something! let’s see what we’ve got here

yaaaay my babies

All Might was offering free cotton candy, yes? I didn’t expect we’d cut right back to this lol, but you sure won’t see me complaining. I want to see what everyone else learned during their internships, and also what with the break and the last couple chapters being Tartarus-focused, it’s been about a month since I last saw my little hero eggs, and of course I missed them I’m only human

omg

did the original dialogue really reference Skynet. Horikoshi truly gives no fucks about copyright. like one or two episodes ago the anime made some copyrighted reference which you could clearly hear in the Japanese but which the English subs hilariously glossed right over. I’m trying to remember what it was now. damn. anyways we millennials can never resist a good pop culture reference, facts

OH MY GOD AOYAMA

THEY’RE EATING THE COTTON CANDY

TOKOYAMI EATING COTTON CANDY IS THE GREATEST THING TO HAPPEN IN 2020 THUS FAR. LET ME TELL YOU, WE REALLY NEEDED THIS

SHOUTO EATING COTTON CANDY IS THE SECOND BEST THING TO HAPPEN IN 2020. IT WAS VERY CLOSE

I STALLED FOR TIME SO MUCH AND I STILL DON’T KNOW WTF TO SAY ABOUT AOYAMA’S NEW ATTACK OH MY GOD. JUST. I DON’T KNOW YOU GUYS. THIS BOY IS REALLY OUT HERE SLICING ROBOTS IN HALF WITH HIS BRAND NEW LASER PENIS. THE AMOUNT OF FUCKS THAT HORIKOSHI GIVES IS IN THE NEGATIVES I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY

OH ARE YOU STILL GOING

is... what’s... ldkfj okay nothing to see here guys just the naked invisible chick getting all friendly with Aoyama’s beam boner. just manhandling his sparkle shaft. there are children reading this manga. I mean, they’re already mentally scarred from all the dead dogs and child quirk wine and whatnot, but still at what point do we put our goddamn foot down

anyway so somehow she’s redirecting his laser beam?? I guess with her light refracting quirk skills?? great job Hagakure with your help Aoyama can finally shoot lasers at stuff that’s behind him. you’ve mastered the power of making it so that he doesn’t have to turn around great job truly an internship well spent

“now I can yank light and warp it!” you go girl now you can whip that thing around like it’s a fucking fire hose I guess

YOOOOO MINA!!

THIS GIRL LITERALLY COATED HERSELF IN ACID AND DID A FUCKING BARREL ROLL AHHHHHHHHH. NOW THAT’S MORE LIKE IT, NO OFFENSE TO CAPTAIN DISCO DONG AND COMMODORE “I CAN DO EVERYTHING A MIRROR CAN DO” BUT THERE ARE UPGRADES AND THERE ARE UPGRADES, AND LET’S FACE IT, THIS IS THE REAL DEAL HERE

AHAHAHA I LOVE ITTTTT

is it too late for Mina to actually change her name to Acidman. what is she calling herself now again?? Pinky?? come on Mina strike some fear into the hearts of your enemies

and now All Might and the others are applauding. I don’t see Shouto’s cotton candy anymore. boy fucking inhaled that shit

oh wow, they interned under Yoroi Musha? if memory serves me, and I’m honestly not going to bother to check right now, isn’t that the samurai dude who somehow beat Ryuukyuu in the billboard charts? not that I’m still salty about that, oh wait I absolutely am but anyways

OH MY

IS THAT SOME KIRIMINA CONTENT UP IN MY PANELS. hot damn that is some cute fucking shit. Mina better not get any undue hate for this. everyone please remain calm this cute interaction does not threaten your ship in any way (unless you want it to in which case have at!!) and we can all have fun if we just play nice you guys

lmao All Might

“WE’RE ALREADY ON PAGE FOUR AND THERE ARE TWENTY OF YOU, WE DON’T HAVE ALL FUCKING DAY CHILDREN”

so Satou and Ojiro learned how to punch harder and stuff. again, it’s fine, we can’t all be Acid Men. but meanwhile they interned with some lion guy named Shishido whom I INSTANTLY LOVE so that’s badass. only one character away from Shishida though, but that’s Horikoshi for you

OH MY GOD

BLAH BLAH YES ENHANCED SEARCH TECHNIQUES ZZZZZ BUT FUCKING LOOK THOUGH AT THE FLASHBACK OF HIM YEETING THEM, YESSSSSS. THE OLD WAYS HAVE NOT YET BEEN FORGOTTEN, GANG ORCA YOU ARE THE HERO WE DESERVE

meanwhile Sero, Kami, and Mineta learned how to literally kill people with their quirks flkdjsflk

(ETA: btw I really love that Mt. Lady’s internship emphasized teamwork. now there’s someone who’s come a really long way her own self. anyway I stan and she had better join the other two in the the top 10 real soon. come on BnHA society get with it.)

damn Mt. Lady what the fuck. “if you guys work together you can suffocate and electrocute villains to death with ease!” the government’s plan really is working huh; these children have become bloodthirsty, ruthless killers in a shockingly short period of time

anyways so Iida as we all recall learned how to be more footloose and fancy free, and meanwhile Kouda learned “smooth communication” from Wash, the literal washing machine man whom I also don’t still harbor a grudge against for inexplicably beating my dragon queen in the hero polls, and once again that is a lie because fuck you Wash! you’re adorable but fuck you!!

man this is taking forever why are there so many kids in this class. for anyone wondering why Horikoshi doesn’t focus on class 1-A as a whole more often and leaves them as supporting characters, this right here is why. I love these children to death but we would still be stuck in the basement arc. oh my god I just shuddered

Tokoyami mastered “improvement on all fronts” because I guess he kind of peaked at flying when it came to new moves huh. that’s fine for now

and Kiri mastered “making baddies lose the will to fight real quick” which sounds like some bullshit you’d write while desperately trying to pad your hero resume, except that it’s accompanied by this convincing panel of him chomping a steel bar in two or some shit which YIKES

can confirm, if some demonic rock man came trotting up to me and snapped off some railing from some stairs and fucking snapped it like a twig with his GIANT FOSSILIZED DINOSAUR TEETH, I’d lose my will to fight pretty quickly too

and Ochako and Tsuyu learned “determination” smdh. Horikoshi did you fucking fall asleep towards the end of this segment or what

WHO IS MAJESTIC OMG

excuse me did she just create a bunch of fucking dynamites. is that what those are. is my girl encroaching on my young son’s turf. because if she is, ENCROACH, MOMO, ENCROACH! FEEL FREE TO FUCKING IMPINGE, EVEN!! god, and I know I was bitching just a moment ago about these “lessons” becoming increasingly vague and intangible and motivational poster-y, but I read Momo and “predicting and acting efficiently”, and my thoughts immediately ran to Nighteye and Mirio’s fighting styles, and I was like “YESSSSSSSSS” because, I mean. YES, though

meanwhile Kacchan has learned...

this fucking -- I swear -- YOU LEARNED WHAT YOUR FUCKING HERO NAME IS GOING TO BE YOU TROLLING PIECE OF SHIT. oh my god. Katsuki I swear to god I will take your internet privileges. NO SRIRACHA FOR A WEEK UNLESS YOU TELL ME WHAT IT IS

oh for fuck’s sakes

don’t mind him he learned boom with five b’s and three oo’s what did you all do this week. and somehow Todoroki learned how to be even more fabulous

so All Might’s looking on in pride and giving Endeavor some mental props, and waiting for Deku to go do his thing too

sdfkj he’s thinking about the day he gave Deku THE HAIR and that “[it] feels like ancient history now.” DOESN’T IT THOUGH?

OH MY FEELS

“you don’t look back at me anymore... and you don’t need to.” oh Aizawa’s dry eye has spread to me now huh. must be those January allergies. and that’s some nice bloop there kid. great jorb

someone tell All Might he’s not allowed to look on at Deku with this much fatherly love without giving me at least a week’s notice in advance

sigh. now you’ve done it you two I’m going to become a big cat blob of feels right here and it’s all on you. you did this

oh my god a whole big panel of reactions from the other kids and I’m ( ˊᵕˋ )

lol Kacchan can’t agree with anything even if it’s a compliment. and lmao, who the fuck was that who was all “TODOROKI FINALLY YOU’RE A FAST FUCKING HIMBO HUH!” like they really went and put that “finally” in there, like they were so fucking tired of Todoroki Shouto and his LANGUID FUCKING PACE all the fucking time, GOD, FINALLY SOME SPEED BOY WE WERE DYING OUT HERE

Mineta being happy for Deku also warms my heart, ngl. we’ve gone almost an entire chapter with Mineta not doing anything even remotely perverted, can it be, has Horikoshi finally chilled the fuck out. or did I just jinx it we shall see

also love how Deku is just reduced to an inkblot here and it still is him beyond any shadow of a doubt. and poor Sero, you are also being impinged on huh

lmao Mineta’s just socking Deku in the solar plexus out of comradery and Deku’s fucking vomiting on reflex and not even paying the slightest attention wtf

I love this panel there I said it

so he’s going over and thanking Ochako for “that time” and says he’s using Blackwhip a lot better now. I assume he’s referring to when he first unlocked it and went hog wild and she was all “smh” and went and hugged him to put an end to that nonsense

oh, right!!!!

I forgot about those!! looool Horikoshi’s 2020 resolution is to make everyone Spider-Man now huh. hey everyone guess what I LOVE THIS

oh my god this wholesomeness

I fucking can’t?? yo I’m seriously living for this? I don’t get why some people think Deku inhibits Ochako’s character growth tbh. or that her story is becoming all about him. if it is, then it’s in the same way that Bakugou’s is. Deku keeps inspiring her to be better, ain’t nothing wrong with that. yes she has the crush, and she’s honest with herself and in tune with her emotions enough to be aware of it and to acknowledge it, but she refuses to be distracted by it. I actually really like that, because it shows that romantic feelings can actually exist and not be the central focus of a character’s story or their development. and I think the fear is that it somehow will become the focus, but so far I haven’t seen that happening, so it seems unwarranted to me

anyway

shit’s cute

oh no Mineta’s doing something weird I fucking did jinx it I’m sorry guys. it’s a fucking fistbump dude relax

so All Might seems to be dismissing them now, and he’s saying something about how he reordered (?? rescheduled, maybe??) class so that Aizawa can watch later. that’s nice. he’ll need something to cheer him up, and if Acidman can’t do the trick I don’t know what can

and now we’re cutting back to the dorms!! dorm shenanigans yessssss

oh no shit wait

these are not playful dorm shenanigans these are depressed Miczawa shenanigans to bring me down. nnnn

but Aizawa fucking knows something is up now, shit. that’s right son your babies are in danger

KLJKLGLKSH

okay (1) HOW HOT IS AIZAWA THOUGH HOW DOES HE ALWAYS DO THIS

and (2) is “have a karaoke contest” code for “fuck shit up” or what. son of a bitch, having these two so personally invested in the Noumu arc now is such an unexpected and wonderful gift

MIRIO NO

(ETA: but you all know Aizawa was about to say “I’d go and fuck shit up” though.)

I LOVE YOU BOTH BUT THEY WERE HAVING A SEXY ANGSTING MOMENT, MIRIO CAN YOU NOT READ THE ROOM!! DO YOU NOT SEE THEM BEING ALL ANGSTY AND DARKLY CONTEMPLATIVE!! YOU TWO OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW WHEN LOVERS ARE BONDING OVER THEIR ANGST WHICH ONLY THE TWO OF THEM UNDERSTAND! FUCKING GODDAMN

NO!!!!!

[SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE] HORIKOSHI I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU LAY ONE FINGER ON HER PRECIOUS HEAD

NOOOO MY SWEET BABY GIRL

oh my fuck that sweater is the cutest fucking thing and this girl has had no shortage of cute outfits let me tell you. BUT ANYWAY SHE’S SCARED AND CRYING NOOOO. holy shit her horn is fucking huge now I don’t feel comfortable with this at all, and Nejire is Best Mom for not giving a single fuck and holding and comforting her regardless of the risk, I love her so much

OH THANK GOD

PALPABLE RELIEF. boys I’m sorry it was wrong of me to yell, you did the right thing interrupting their sexy brooding

BREAK ROOM AHHHHH THE SCOOBY SQUAD LIVES AGAINNNN

it means you constantly amaze him!! you have so much potential he doesn’t even know what the limit might possibly be! don’t act like you don’t love it. or stop being so suspicious and trying to look for the hidden meaning and just accept the praise for what it is. you did good. now ask him if he’s heard any news about Best Jeanist :/

!!

that’s right, he was researching and making faces a while back, are we finally gonna find out what all that was about??

DSLFKAJSLDKFH

HE MADE A NOTEBOOK FOR HIM AHHHHHHHH HE KNOWS WHAT HE LIKES THIS IS AMAZING

DOES HIM GIVING HIM THE INFO IN NOTEBOOK FORM MEAN IT’S UP TO DEKU WHETHER OR NOT HE WANTS TO SHARE THIS INFO WITH KACCHAN. HMMM. OBVIOUSLY HE WILL, BUT THAT’S A REAL POWER MOVE THOUGH, DAMN

“PAST SUCCESSORS / QUIRKS” EVERYONE, THIS BOOK CONTAINS THE SECRETS OF THE SIXQUIRKS. AND THE PREVIOUS OFA AVATARS. THAT’S FINE I’M JUST GONNA. ...I’LL BE FINE. FOR TWO WEEKS. FUCK

shit. well I know it was coming, that’s another reason why I didn’t feel particularly rushed to read this chapter lol. I kinda wish I’d had the foresight to save the Korean scanlation though, just to compare. ah well it’s probably still lying around somewhere

and lol and here’s the bonus page, and this one I did see floating around tumblr haha

I’m not sure how the three smartest kids in class are all present and yet not one of them had the foresight to consider that maybe, just maybe, this could be a bad idea. let’s let the kid with the combustible sweat handle the mochi I’m sure it’ll be -- [everyone immediately dies]. anyway so that’s some good friendly advice from Horikoshi there. happy new year friends!

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

Baby Making

Baby Making  

Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SMUT +18, talk of anxiety, swearing, nursing genital facts (this was my last unit in my Anat and Physiology class, so I wanted to write some), swear words, other words for genitals, and fluff

Do not read this and get me in trouble if you're under 18

A/N: This is the second of two works I have for @hollandroos and @neptuneparker for their Whatever It Takes writing challenge. Both of them are separate from one another.

#sophsandcoraswc

Summary: Baby making sex is enjoyable, as long as your anxiety doesn’t get in the way.

AN: I've never had sex, so sorry for my terrible smut writing. I also had no idea how to start this and I kinda got carried away. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Requests are open and Messages are open if you want to chat. The gif is from google, so credit goes to the person who made that. 

P.S. I've now seen Endgame, and cried 3 times. I love you 3000. ♡

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Italics = thoughts

Smut prompt:

4. “Let’s make a baby.”

Word count: 2,611 Wow

You didn't know where the tradition to lose your virginity on your wedding night came from, but you definitely weren't following it. You were still a virgin, but you didn't want your first time to involve alcohol. You wanted to remember every second of it. How it felt to be aroused and connected in the most intimate way possible with the love of your life.

The problem is your stupid anxiety. Even as a married adult with a successful career of her own you get shy around others. Yes, you might stare at your shirtless hunk of a husband from a distance, but you get hot and flustered when he comes near you and you can't look him in the eye. Do you do it out of respect? You're not sure, but if you can't look at your husband shirtless, how will you ever be able to see him naked, much less him see you naked.

The honeymoon came and went. After sightseeing and dinner, you both would be exhausted at the end of the day that you would just cuddle and go to sleep.

The topic didn't come up until a double date with Tom's parents a few weeks later. Grandchildren were something they wanted and you wanted too. You just didn't know how to bring up the topic without your anxiety getting in the way.

It was another Thursday movie night when you were cuddled into Tom side with your head resting against his shoulder.  His arm laid on your right shoulder while the pads of his thumb rubbed circles and Jack Reacher kicked ass on the TV.

You could feel his eyes taking glances at you while his fingers drifted lower down your arm. His hand then left your arm and rested on your hip while his fingers played with the waistband of your pajama pants. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

In a fit of confidence, you kissed the point where his neck and sharp-ass jawbone met. He immediately turned his head to where your lips met. You immediately deepened the kiss hoping it would do all the talking for you. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, as Tom pulled away and look at you with those caramel brownie eyes that you fell in love with.

"What's this all about?"

In one swift motion, you turned off the TV and straddled his lap. His hands went from your hip to resting on your upper thighs still caressing circles with his thumbs.

"As much as I wanted to finish watching that, I have to get this out of me before this wave of confidence disappears." Tom's head turned to the side much like Tessa's when she's studying something. "I want kids, you want kids, and I want to carry your kids. That's not a mystery. I'm just nervous to start sex because I'm scared you'll look at me differently because of my inexperience. Also, the fact that my nursing brain just spouts random fact and I might ruin the moment and you'll-."

He cut you off with a sweet kiss that neither of you deepened. It was your turn to look confused when he pulled away this time. "I love when you ramble about what's on your mind." This coaxed a shy smile across your face while not making eye contact. That's when his hand left your thigh and went under your chin so you could meet his gaze. "Darling." You silently loved it when he called you that. "I did not ask you out for sex. I did not make you my girlfriend, fiánce, or Wife because of sex. I fell in love with the nerdy small city girl with a sunny spirit, a caring heart, and the cutest piggy-snort laugh. That's who I married, so you have nothing to be nervous about; I would love to see you pregnant with my child. Whenever you're ready, obviously because you'll be carrying them."

That brought a toothy grin to your face. You gently pressed your lips to his in the sweetest love-filled kiss possible. Until you stuck your tongue out and rubbed it against his lips. He then took the lead in deepening the kiss as his hands went back to your hips. Your hands held his shoulders as you started to grind you core against his.

"If you keep doing that darling *kiss* this is not going to last long. *kiss* and I want to make *kiss* your first time romantic."

"Okay. *kiss* Let’s make a baby. Bedroom then..." That's the moment when he turned you on his lap and swept you up bridal style and carried you to your room.

"Thank goodness Tessa's not awake. Otherwise, she would want to come in with us."

"Haha. Yeah. She always wants to be near us."

Tom then kicked the door closed with his heal and set you on the bed as his lips went back to yours. Your mouths molded together like two puzzle pieces finally fitting together after being separated for so long. "We'll go slow. If you're uncomfortable with anything, please tell me. And don't be afraid to say if you want something." His kisses started moving lower down your neck. Taking his time to suck on your pulse point. This sent ripples of arousal through you like electricity making you hyper-aware of everything your husband was doing.

You pushed your back off the bed to pull your t-shirt over your head. Your bra now on full display with all its lace detailing. Tom went back to kissing your clavicle slowly moving down your chest to the lowest point of your bra. He expertly reached one hand back and undid the clasp. You tossed it to the side as the cold air made your nipped stick up and goosebumps form on your skin. Tom kissed his way down the valley between your busts and massaged one of your nipples with his tongue while his hand went to your right breast.

Your skin was littered with goosebumps by the time he made his way to your rib cage. His hands caressed further down than his lips. He blew bubbles on your belly button, which made you giggle. His hands went to the waistband of your pajamas and his eyes stared at yours as if asking permission. You lifted your hips off the bed to help him as he slowly pulled your pajamas off and your underwear along with them. His hands slowly went back up your legs making goosebumps appear again. Your knees were in the air as his chin sat on your knees. His hands were caressing your thighs as he took in all there was to see.

You pushed your back off the bed and reached to the back of his neck to grab his t-shirt. You pulled it over his head and his arms followed suit. He sat up and you let your eyes rake over his bare chest. His muscles weren't as defined as they had been, but you didn't care. As long as he kept himself healthy, loved you, and worked hard, that was all you could as for.

"You know it's impolite to stare." That cheeky grin was what you lived for.

"Well, I'm staring at a gorgeous specimen with the cutest smile above me. I can't help it." He kissed your knees at that. "Also guys have nipples because they develop in the womb before the sex gene decides if it's a boy or girl."

"I love when you talk nerdy. *kiss* You're beautiful. Let's get you comfortable."

He then sat me up with some pillows so I could still lay back and relax, but see what he was doing. He then pried your legs open and nestled his clothed crotch in between them. His sweatpants not doing much to hide the bulge underneath them. Kisses made their way from your lips back down to your heat and you knew he was just teasing you at this point. Small whimpers escaped you until his face was at your vagina. His lips were wrapped around your clitoris and shock waves were paralyzing your legs. He kept going with his fingers teasing your entrance until you felt a million butterflies in your lower abdomen. This feeling was new and wonderful that if left you breathless and very wet apparently.

"You feel good for your first orgasm?"

"First orgasm with someone else." You corrected him.  "And it felt good." You hoped he couldn't tell you were still slightly nervous about what was to come.

"Well let's continue, because it's going to get a lot better." He sat up so he was sitting on his knees and pulled you up with him. You kissed from his neck down his chest making sure to try not to leave marks, since he had to be shirtless more than you. You wanted to find his weak spot. The place that would get a moan out of him before you got lower than his belly button. You sucked on his nipples as your hands caressed his sides and that did the trick. Outlining his rib cage with your tongue you made your way lower on his chest.

His member making their presence known. You kissed his V-line that was poking out of his sweatpants, which brought another moan out of him. You hooked your fingers into the waistband and gave Tom one last look that hopefully told him how nervous you still were. He kissed you sweetly on the lips giving you the reassurance you needed. He lifted up his hips and you pulled his sweatpants down to his knees.

Of course he wouldn't wear boxers underneath. What guy does?

His member came up slapping him against the chest as it stood at attention. Precum was leaking from the head as Tom kicked his boxers off the rest of the way and tossed them somewhere in the room. He could tell you were still nervous by the way your hands stayed on his thighs and didn't dare to move. You were more nervous about how he was going to fit in you. He was seven inches at least and you knew it would hurt at first, judging by how thick he was getting.

"Why don't you label me?" This confused you greatly.

"What?"

"You said reproduction was part of your Anatomy and Physiology class. So, tell me what you remember."

With your hand still ghosting over his member, you closed your eyes for a second to recall what you knew. "Well, when you're aroused. Sixty times the normal amount rushes to your genitals."

Your hand leaned down and cupped his balls as Tom bit his lip because a moan was threatening to interrupt you. "Sperm kept in your balls has to be two and a half to three degrees Celsius colder than body temperature." You rubbed the skin of his balls up to the base of his cock. "The sperm mature at the base of the Epididymis, and travel through the Vas Deferens until they get to the seminal vesicle." You gripped the base of his member and watched his face contort in pleasure. "From there out it's semen." You pulled your hand toward his head and back, slowly jerking him off. "The prostate gland stops urine from going through since you only have one urethra." Your thumb came back to his head and spread the precum that was leaking. "The precum comes from the bulbourethral or Cowper gland to neutralize the acid from the urine in the urethra, and -." You were cut off by his lips meeting yours again.

"If you keep being smart and sexy like that, I'm going to cum before I even get inside you."

You smiled at his statement seeing how much of an effect you had on him. You laid on your back and pulled Tom down with you while deepening the kiss. You opened your legs for him as he rested on his elbows boxed around your head. One hand reached down to line himself up while his other arm kept his balance.

"It may hurt a bit at first, but it will feel better. Just tell me if you want to stop."

"Okay."

You could feel his head spreading your wetness to your clit, which made your twitch again in pleasure. His head parted your folds and slowly sank into your pussy until it was completely soaked in your wetness. It did hurt, and considering how big Tom looked you were expecting it to hurt more. But you felt this feeling of fullness and connection felling him inside you this way.

You looked down and all you could see was the base of his cock and his balls, but you could feel the rest of him inside you. This made you wetter as an idea came to mind. You clenched your pelvic muscles and that got another moan out of him. "That feel good? Being nothing between you and me."

"Ahh. You are going to be the death of me." That signature grin enchanted you under his spell again and you were all his. He slowly started to thrust in and out of you in shallow motions, hitting pleasure placed that you didn't know your body had.

"Tom. Faster. Please." Tom apparently had a praise kink, because those words sent him into full overdrive. His hand was circling your clit as he pounded into you. You moaned each other's names as the bed creaked under the constant weight shift. Your wet bodies making the only noise in the room as all the other moans were swallowed when Tom returned his lips to yours.

Your orgasm hit you like a train. Hard and unexpected. You clenched around Tom as you felt his cock twitch before stilling deep inside of you, shooting streams of his cum as deep as they would go. You hissed at the slight burning you felt as his cum coated your walls. Definitely stickier than you thought, but this was the fun part of baby making.

Your breathing evened out as the sweat on both of your bodies began to cool.

Tom lifted himself on to his elbows keeping himself inside you. His hand came up and caressed the apples of your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs as you lazily kissed.

"Can you help me clean up? I have to pee."

He pulled out of you and went to the bathroom to help you clean up. All you could feel was sweat sticking to your skin and his cum dripping out of your vagina. He returned with a washcloth and you held it between your legs as you rushed to the bathroom.

You returned to see the bed made and Tom sitting with his back to the headboard. "It kind of ruined the moment. But I've always wondered why women have to pee after sex."

"It's more to prevent Urinary Tract Infections. Women have a shorter urethra than men, so it's more likely for vaginal fluid to get in there. It's not impossible for men to get UTIs, it's just unlikely." You snuggled under the blankets with Tom being the big spoon. Your hands intertwined as his thumps caressed your stomach.

"You're going to be the best Mum someday."

"And you're going to be the best Dad." You turned to face him and plant a sweet loving kiss on his plump lips."But if it ends up being twins, I'm going to blame Sam and Harry." Giggles filled the room as this ended your first night of lovemaking as you waited for a miracle to happen that would change your lives for the better.

[quant-um-fizzx]

Swept Away

Synopsis: Bucky feels strangely drawn to a woman at a Halloween party thrown at the Avengers compound. 

Bucky Barnes x Reader. Except - not? There’s really no way to explain this upfront without giving the whole thing away. It is a nameless female character but it’s also not “fictional you” as a reader because I could not get that to work within this mystery concept. 

Warnings:  Smut, I’m calling this Dub-Con (but only in the sense that things might not be what they seem) Language, mild Angst, an attempt to be eerie. 

Word Count:  about 3000

This is for @sherrybaby14‘s Fall Into You writing challenge from the prompt: “Halloween Party”  

It’s loud like parties always are and Bucky welcomes a reason not to join in their bickering, no matter how playful. 

“It’s the principle, really.” Steve says, sniffs whatever Thor tipped into his glass this time. 

“Yes, that’s my point. Thank you. Don’t make a rule and then break it.” Rhodey gripes, adjusting the gold construction paper shooting star taped to the center of his shirt.

“I believe the rule as stated was ‘don’t spend more than $10 on a superhero costume.’ I spent zero dollars on this ensemble.” Tony gestures at the Mark 5 armor he’s wearing. “What we need is a neutral party analysis, who will then concur I am winning at not spending.”

Clint twirls an empty beer bottle between his fingers. “Look, I’m not saying that it’s cheating to come as yourself...”

“I sense a ‘but’ in there somewhere,” Nat says.

“I sense a butt right here,” Rocket chimes in. He’s dressed no differently, having openly complained he didn’t see the point and costumes sound more like some of the stupid shit Quill would be into. 

Steve flicks the deep red bed sheet pinned to the back of his shirt, making it swoosh around his feet, casually flipping what no one needs to know is Thor’s actual hammer. The group chatters on as he surveys the room, pausing when he spies Bucky in a far corner, his arm slipping artfully around the waist of a very pretty woman in a white post-Edwardian nightdress. She seems familiar but he can’t really get a good look at her and, considering Bucky’s clearly enthralled with her, he doesn’t think he should be trying to get a better look. They appear deep in conversation, the woman’s hair falling across her face like a curtain. It’s intimate, the way they lean in, and suddenly Steve feels like he’s intruding. He coughs and returns his attention back to the current debate. 

***

She curls further into his side, burrows her chilled shoulder down where he’s warm and snug. Her head falls back to look up at him with doe-eyes. He gets lost in them, irises so peaceful and deep, dark like still waters, like starless night sky. She runs her hand over the blue near-ancient canvas stretched across his chest, traces the white star with an elegant digit.

He leans in, almost captures her lips.  Forgets it’s not private. Like there’s no one else. Like there shouldn’t ever be. She offers her neck, bends so far back that it’s a bit unnatural, but he brushes the thought away. He shakes his head, tries to recall something. It seems important. Scratching at his brain. 

He stops, pulls back. His eyes pinch. He doesn’t know this woman. Doesn’t know anything about her. But he wants to. He wants to know her. Maybe that’s what he couldn’t remember. “What’s…” Runs his nose along her cheek. “What’s your name, Darlin’?”

Did she already tell him that? Did he already ask?

***

“Tell me again, how is coming as yourself and wearing your actual multi-million dollar suit not breaking the rules?” Nat saunters across the circle, grabbing a drink off the bar.

“I’m just saying, that since you were the guy who made the rule, it’s kinda weird that you’re the one breaking it.” Clint sets his bottle down with a clink that sounds a bit more irritated than he appears. 

“Point of order: Cap lent his costume to two people.” Tony feigns deep offense, gestures toward Scott.

“What? This? Nah, I hand-sewed this baby myself for Comic-Con years ago.” Scott stands proudly, hands heroically on his hips. 

Tony’s eyes roll back into his brain. “That still leaves Barnes and his circa WW2 Star-Spangled-ness? Care to explain the museum piece over there and the clothes he’s wearing while you’re at it?”

***

She smiles softly, delicate. Her features unbothered despite that it seems he’s forgotten her. Goes up on her toes and places cool fingertips on his fevered lips. Pushes her own together in a silent hush and he feels it in his gut - feels himself give in to something more than gravity pulling him down, twisting. He leans in toward those lotus-petal painted lips, almost...almost. 

She pulls back just a little. Smile shy, but somehow not. A little knowing. Knows a secret she’s going to show him. He doesn’t like secrets; he’s kept too many, he’s been too many. Doesn’t trust them. 

But he wants to know hers. Wants her. Needs to see where this leads. 

Her fingers entwine with his, pull him fluidly toward the exit door. 

And he forgets. Forgets they are leaving a brightly lit room, forgets there are people who might miss him, forgets everyone, everything but the promise of losing himself in her. 

***

Steve shrugs. “Bucky asked how much trouble it would be to borrow it. Turns out it wasn’t much trouble,” he says, pulling his eyes away from the door Bucky had disappeared through. 

“Excellent!” Tony claps. “Now that we can all agree the utilization of old suits is not a budget factor, let’s discuss what I am sure is a fascinating reason why Wilson here jumped on the opportunity to dress as a defunct Russian asset.”

Sam scoffs and pretends to smooth the aluminum foil wrapped around his left arm. “The Winter Soldier? Nah, my arm’s just dressed as a baked potato.” 

***

Her fingers swim up under his shirt and along each rib like organ keys. He’s draped over her, touching every inch, body covering her like a blanket, a pall. Their kisses swell and he dives when her mouth parts for him. At first a shallow exploration, his warm pink tongue skimming inside until she, impatient and sudden, curls into his mouth and catches it. 

The party and the lights feel a million leagues away. The sounds muffled and distant as if they’ve sneaked off to skinnydip not go necking in a backseat.

Lips and teeth banging, urgent. She’s under and around him all at once. Calling him to claim her like the open sea. 

Hot breath rushes from him as he pulls away and she floats up to follow but then settles back flat along the seat, smiling up at him. Hair splayed out around her face in waves and her face glowing like the moon. 

It registers with him that they’re in a parking lot, in the back of a car. It seems like new information, as if he had just realized. Must have been too busy kissing her, touching her because he doesn't know how they got here. Doesn’t remember clambering into the car. It’s large and old. A Studebaker? A Streamliner?

No, that can’t be right. 

***

“Hey, Mr. Stark. Cool Costume. Ned dressed as Mark 5 in 3rd grade.” Peter scurries up, acting slightly winded, as most of the crowd shoots daggers at him. “It, uh, it looks way better on you though.” He looks hopefully around, checking if that fixed whatever he’d said wrong. 

Shuddering, as if he’s just recalled what he’d come to say, Peter looks back quickly over his shoulder at the doorway Bucky and the woman walked out. “That’s all kinds of creepy. Just like that urban legend, right?”

“When it comes to questionable bed partners, I am spectacularly aware that I have no room to talk. But what is the deal with Steve’s pal and Coraline?” Tony gestures over his shoulder. “There’s a line between cute and creepy. But that one just runs a bit too realistic as The Woman in White.”

Steve looks between them and the door again. “The what?”

***

He presses his lips to her neck. Runs his tongue up a long trail to the shell of her ear.

Soft. He’s never felt anything so soft in his hands. Breasts like silt, spilling under his palms.  Soft every place he’s hard. He’s so hard, aching with it. Cock straining, reducing him down to that near-pain desire. He wants to bury himself between her thighs, drown himself inside her.

She pulls the gown free from her shoulders and it pools around her. She arches up to him. Offers. Urges. 

Insists. 

He licks his lips and wants more. Already can’t remember what she tastes like, saltwater or sweetened honey? He kisses her again, soft press against his tongue and he’s thirsty. Parched. Dives in for more but each touch leaves him wanting more. More heat. More water. More...air.

She’s under him and begging him. 

“Take me.”

Rouge tongue runs over chapped lips as he comes up for a breath. “You don’t have to ask me twice, Sugar.” He rasps, lungs seized up in want. 

Her hands dig into blue shoulders and her legs wrap around red and white stripes, clasping behind the small of his back. Pulling him down to her, pulling him under. 

Fog coats the windows. Their want dripping in rivulets down the glass. The air is thick with it, clings to his lungs, each breath heavy, laboring. 

“Hang on babe,” he pulls back, heart racing gulping down air. “Whew. Huh. Wow.” He looks around, squints, trying to get his bearings. “Gimme a sec, okay?”

She smiles again, sweet as rain. Shakes her head slowly, hair swirling around, a tangle of moss on the seat. Locks her hands behind his neck and digs her heels into his thighs.

She reaches down inside his pants and draws him out, a whisper caress on his length. Barely there, but possessive. Hers.

“Take me.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he gasps, breathless. Gasps as strokes him. “I’ll make it good, so good for you.” 

He wants her. Wants her like air. “Can’t wait. Gotta have you - now.”

She flips him over, deft like he weighs nothing and he floats beneath her. Straddles his hips and anchors him, grinding onto his cock. Her head falls back again, does that deep swoon to expose the marble column of her neck. And he feels again like he needs to stop her, to catch her head and stop her. To cradle her skull.

***

“I can tell you, Cap,” Sam says, leaning in conspiratorially, “but you and I are going to have a long chat later about how you manage to interact with other humans every day and still stay so damned isolated.”

Steve gives Sam a withering look but motions for him to continue. 

“The story goes, there’s a ghost that wanders the area. She fell for a guy years ago and got abandoned. The story changes in the details. Sometimes she died in childbirth, jumped off a bridge, whatever.  But one detail is always the same: heartbreaker was shipping off to war the next day. So, she, you know, ‘did it for her country.’ But the guy never comes back and she dies, waiting for him. Wandering the road leading to where they were last together.”

“Huh, that’s super weird,” Scott says, throwing back what he immediately learns is heavily-spiked cider, his eyes going wide on the burn. 

“Ghost stories are weird by definition, Scott” Nat says, licking the rim of her glass. 

“No,” Scott coughs, throwing back two more cider shots in quick succession. “I mean it’s weird because I picked her up on the road coming here. She asked all slow and dramatic about her soldier - I guess she is just super into Halloween - and I was gonna call her an Uber but then she said she was looking for Stark’s thing.”

Steve is incredibly done with this entire conversation. Peter, the exact opposite, presses for more info. “Which road?”

Sam shrugs dismissively. “The one by the old fairgrounds.”

Scott chokes on a fourth shot.  “Down in Queens.”

“You mean the fairgrounds where Stark held the first Expo?” Steve say, unblinking. All fun gone. 

Suddenly, Steve knows where he’s seen her. It’s just been a very, very long time since 1943.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Tony says, eyes locked on Steve. 

“Are you saying that I picked up a...a... ghost and rode with her for an hour? Guys...guys, I need to sit down.” Scott wobbles, hand shooting out to steady himself on Rocket. Rocket steps aside. 

Before Scott’s ass hits the floor, everyone else is out the door. 

***

She sinks down around him, fluid and silk. Her hands press into his chest. His warm muscles tense and brown nipples pebble in her touch’s wake. 

As she rides him, the night’s light behind her makes her hair look like a halo floating out around her. A thought breaks through that she looks familiar - he does know her - but she’s just one more thing he lost along the way. 

He wants to tell her they can make this new, start over, whatever went wrong before, he can fix it and it wasn’t his fault and didn’t mean to leave her and please forgive him because he didn’t mean to toss her away.

Wait.

Wait...

He recalls a flash of her face, dry and bright. She’s looking up at him in his brown uniform. Red car hovering on a stage behind her. Then, as suddenly as it came, the picture’s gone, popped like a burst bubble.

***

Steve and Sam are first out the back, toward the dock. Peter has a legit meltdown but still manages to check every car. They’re all empty.

“Cap! There!” Clint shouts, pointing out at the water. 

The middle of the goddamn lake.

In the goddamn, deathly still, dark lake.

***

She glides over him and it’s so desperate and slippery. Everything urgent when all he’d really wanted is to take his time. To do this right. Bring her some daisies  - or, no, she'd like lilies he thinks dumbly and runs his hands up to cup her face. He wants to show her a good time before his ships out in the morning and see if she has a different friend for Steve. 

The guilt is raw and burrowing in his heart he can’t shake it but he doesn’t quite know why. 

Maybe that’s her secret. What she wanted to show him. 

Maybe it’s that she deserves better than this back seat in a parked car outside Stark’s expo. He starts to say sorry but is silenced with another watery kiss.

Burning starts low in his back, the building pull low in his spine, and he wants to come. Desperate for his end. 

 Maybe it’s too much because she can have it all she can have him and he’s not scared - but a small spark fires some forgotten place in his mind, that he is scared - that maybe he should be.

Sliding over him, bend and rock. Tight. He surges up into her again and again. His release looms, vision tunneled down to her. Nothing but her and the sweet hold, the way she’s anchored him down after so many years adrift. 

He thinks blindly that he should warn her. Opens his mouth but she swallows his words. 

Then he’s coming, pulsing out of him like lifeblood. Breathless and drained. And he’s so tired. 

Peaceful. Serene. 

“Take me,” she sings.

He can’t hold on. Body aches for rest. 

Her brow furrows. “Take me home.”  

His eyes flutter. He starts to form the words, but just...can’t. 

He would’ve taken her home and not left. He didn’t mean to make it seem like it must have seemed. He didn’t just throw her away. But it was war and he wasn’t expecting the hell it brought or the hell that came after. It had all seemed so innocent in that old back seat, with his promises he didn’t mean to break.

She grinds down, damned serum refractory period kicking in. He swells against all reason and moves with her until she shakes and clenches, nails digging into his skin, a mournful wail spiraling out of her as he feels himself spill again. 

She touches his neck, feels his pulse stutter out, slow.  Her face is confused. Head shaking. 

He takes her hand, holds it to his heart. An apology. 

Then, she rails back, wretches and twists. She slips through his fingers like time, like silk, like thread.  

What was once solid, warm like new sun on a cold sill, now shifts. Contorts and writhes, skin viscus and pooling around his fingers like so much rancid dough. 

He wants to care but he wants to sleep. Just rest his eyes. Just for a second. It doesn’t feel right but he can’t make himself care. It’s so quiet and peaceful, down here where she used to be solid, where he used to be warm.

***

Then, when he’s almost gone, when peace has fired off in nearly every cell, he’s yanked free. 

Colder than he’s ever been. Night air like a fire burning, like he is nothing but frostbite dropped in a boiling pot.

Sam drags him up onto the dock and collapses beside him. Sam’s face is drawn and terrified and their clothes soggy and weighted, water running off between the wooden planks.

“The Hell Barnes? Party full of perfectly available, alive folk and that’s the strange you go for.”

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A Second Chance - Chapter 3

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Thank you so much for the lovely feedback, I truly do appreciate all of the love and support this fic has gotten so far, it absolutely blows my mind that I've gotten so much feedback from this. This chapter in particular is almost 3000 words, sorry if it's a bit long. It was definitely longer than I was intending it to be, but I think it turned out for the best. Also, apologies if there are any errors in here. I'll be going back in later to double check and proofread it. If you catch any errors grammatically, feel free to let me know!

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“Please...Nathaniel don’t do this.  I know you have to be in there!” Marc cried, hands trembling as his knees felt numb.

“That’s Evillustrator to you.  What we had was nice Marc, but if you truly cared you would want me to be happy.  I finally feel at peace, I can draw to my hearts content and every piece become a reality.  If you truly cared, you wouldn’t be trying to stop me right now,” Evillustrator said.

“I know you, Nathaniel, better than I know myself.  I know that you’ll regret what you’ve done, please come with us and give me your pen.  Then, after ladybug gets here, the damage you’ve caused can be reversed, and we can go back to-”

“Go back to what?  When you and your class gets to be happy while I sit in silence in my class?  While I get harassed and bullied, constantly put in your shadow while you’re basking in attention?  The spotlight will soak you up.  Every creation I make is made with so much passion and time, yet nothing ever competes with yours.  Every word I say means nothing in comparison to people like Marinette!  Lila and Hawkmoth have helped me realize this, and you will pay for what you’ve done,” Evillustrator yelled, grabbing his pen and quickly drawing roughly on his board.

His sketching was rushed and rough, as he quickly drew harsh lines, forming many, many stick figures.  Each stick figure slowly stood up , and soon there was an army, each one immediately charging.

Max quickly slammed his laptop shut and moved it aside on the ground, abandoning his bag.  

Aurore on the other hand, immediately started fighting back, her umbrella dueling as both a shield and a sword.  Marc quickly wore off the shock and started grabbing his keys in his hand and began slashing wildly at the stick figures, but to no avail.  Max, however had a different approach.

“Look, at his tablet.  It’s flashing red, it must be running out of battery so he’s drawing messier and faster,” Max said, pointing to Evillustrator.

“Why is that?  He didn’t have that issue before!” Aurore yelled, as she extended her umbrella to block the overhead stick figures, jumping down upon her.

“Hawkmoth must be running out of energy.  If the tablet is shutting down, then I’m guessing he’s too busy to save the stick figures.  We need to make him use all the rest of the battery without saving the stick figure drawing.  If the tablet shuts down, then hopefully the drawings won’t be saved, and they’ll disappear!” Marc yelled, as he attacked the stick figure jumping behind from Max.

Aurore exchanged a look between the two boys before yelling, “Guys!  It’s okay!  I can handle myself over here!”

Evillustrator immediately began to draw more complicated figures.  Gotcha right where I want you!  If I can just get a few more drawings out, they’ll be right where I want them!  Evillustrator schemed.

Aurore however, quickly dodged all their attacks, and began to run wildly while using her umbrella as a shield in front of her, pushing all the other stick figures in front of her out of the way as she charged on through.

Evillustrator began to get more and more frustrated, as he drew more and more.  Eventually, Marc and Max joined in, causing distractions from all over the place.  As time went on, Evillustrator began to get more and more furious, until one point, he was fed up.  He quickly drew out a sword and soon it formed at the feet of one of his stick figures, as it charged for Aurore.  That’ll teach her, no more Mr.Nice GuyTM.  He thought grimly.

Marc, however, was horrified and immediately ran to Aurore.  Marc began to profusely fight the figure but as time went on, his footing got lazier until eventually Marc was knocked on the ground as Aurore was holding off more stick figures.

The stick figure wasted no time in charging forth, extending their sword and raising it above their head.

Nathaniel’s eyes widened as he tried to scream, yet his voice was silenced.  He began trying to erase the stick figures, but lost track of which stick figure was which and who had the sword.

I’m so sorry I failed you, Nathaniel.  Please forgive me.  Marc said, giving up and welcoming death’s embrace.  He closed his eyes and waited.

Yet it never came.

All at once, all of the stick figures began to glitch out and became distorted, and right before the faceless stick figure’s sword came down, a mere inch away from Marc’s eyes, it too froze.  Soon afterwards, each stick figure disappeared, and so did the sword.

Using Evillustrator’s frozen shock to his advantage, Max leaped up and snatched the pen away from him, and Aurore slammed it into two.  Immediately, Evillustrator’s costume dropped as he de-transformed.  Nathaniel stood there, horrified as he took in the site around him, as saw the smashed pen and dead drawing tablet beside him.  He eyes watered as he began to quietly sob, his nose becoming stuffy and his face becoming red.  His shoulders and hands shook as Marc slowly stepped towards him.

“I-I’m so sorry...I’ve d-done horrible horrible things.  I sw-swear I never meant any of it,” he said, as he hiccuped and sniffled.  He then let out a pained sob as Marc immediately embraced him, resting Nathaniel’s head on his shoulder.  Aurore strangled the butterfly in her hands as Max grabbed his previously empty computer case as they shoved it inside.  Aurore and Max began to laugh and cry out of relief as they collapsed in relief on the ground.

“It’s alright, Nathaniel.  I know that wasn’t you just there, and you’re okay now, you’re safe.  I promise you that,” Marc said, brushing away his tears.

“But I let Hawkmoth take advantage of me!  I let him take control!  The things I’ve done are unforgivable-”

“You were manipulated, taken advantage of, and used.  But dwelling on it won’t fix it.  What will help fix is taking Hawkmoth and Mayura down, along with the other villains that are coming to Paris.  Please, Nathaniel we need you.  I need you,” Marc spoke softly.  For a moment, there was silence until...

“I’ll join you,” Nathaniel spoke at last.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(⌐■_■)~~~~~~~~~~~~

“-we are living in constant fear, and the heroes have been fighting non-stop since the war began.  Please, we are begging you!.......send help.”

Bruce paused before sighing.  “Was that all of them?” he asked, trying to analyze and break down the information.

“Sure is.  As I said, these claims are getting barbaric.  Anyone can hire an animation studio and editor to make these silly edits, but there hasn’t been any documentation of actual property damage, and look at the Eiffel tower!  It’s being destroyed in every one of these and yet it’s ‘magically’ rebuilt in the next video.  Not to mention, some girl on a teenager’s blog is trying to present herself as a Mary Sue, she’s delusional and stuck in a fantasy to claim that she’s best friends with a superheroes and celebrities.  This has got to be some online joke or trend-”

“But where would these teenagers get the budgets from?  What about the news articles written by adults?” Bruce challenged.

“You can’t seriously think these could be real.  Ladybug and Chat Noir?  Really?  No one’s super powers could reverse the broken arms of people, the ill and the sick, and repair city damage in one fell swoop.  Or better yet, destroy the Eiffel tower with one touch.  It’s CGI, probably funded by those adults too,” Clark countered.

“What about super strength, flight, speed, laser vision?” Bruce argued.

“Supposedly all you have to do to beat these villains is break the options, like a photograph.  So threatening, just terrifying right?” Clark challenged.

“Your weakness if a rock.  A rock.  Is it so far fetched that these could maybe be real?  The Miraculous, Ladybug, Chat Noir, they could easily be real or fake.  We need to do more investigation than this,” Bruce concluded.

“Did someone say the miraculous?” Diana said, freezing in her spot by the doorway.

“Oh wow, looks someone uses the door like a normal person...COUGH COUGH BRUCE COUGH COUGH…”

Diana gave him a stern glare.

“We were just going over video feeds of the current condition of Paris.  Villains like the Joker, Harley Quinn, and Ivy have all been spotted in Paris,” Bruce said, tuning out Clark.

“No, before that you said there was a black cat and ladybug Miraculous?” Diana said, with wide eyes.

“Yes, there were supposedly reports of two...young adults I think?  They were dressed up as vigilantes and were supposedly fighting crime, why do you ask?  Have you heard of them?” Bruce asked.

“Heard of them?  Why my mother grew up telling me stories about her days as the super heroine Ladybug!  Her tales were my bedtime stories for years!” she retold, with a fond look in her eyes.

“Your mother?  That girl looked nothing like Hippolyta, are you sure you’re not mixing it up with something else?” Bruce asked.

“I’m quite sure, after all my mother gave up being Ladybug a long time ago.  The Ladybug Miraculous doesn’t just have a sworn duty to one place, but to the rest of the world.  My mother couldn’t travel to the rest of the world while looking after the amazons, and thus entrusted the miraculous to one of the Guardians,” she spoke.

“Who was is this Guardian?  The Black Cat guy?” Clark questioned.

“Oh heavens no, the Guardians were much much older than that boy is.  These superheroes are powered by an object called the Miraculous, granting each user immense power.  The Guardians are meant to protect these Miraculous, but after the incident at one of the temples...only one of them is still left...but anyways, the Ladybug and Chat Noir Miraculous are extremely powerful, the strongest Miraculous actually,” she explained, while walking over to the video files.

“What do these Miraculous do?” asked Bruce.

“And again, how does that explain the damage to the city?” Clark added.

“Each Miraculous has a different ability; time travel, teleportation, complete destruction, and creation, you name it.  Each Miraculous has a unique ability, that they can only use once.  The Ladybug Miraculous represents luck and has the ability to reverse any Miraculous caused damage.  Buildings, broken bones, illness, you name it.  The only thing the Miraculous of creation and luck can’t reverse is death, for death lies in the hands of the counter partner, the Black Cat,” Wonder Woman said, as she sped up the videos and glimpsed through them.

“The Black Cat represents death and misfortune, and with a simple touch of a hand, entire buildings can collapse and fade to nothing within a second.  If you’re unprotected with a Miraculous suit, the Black Cat’s abilities can kill you in less than a second, and Ladybug won’t be able to reverse that damage.  Each Miraculous, when new, can only use their abilities once in a battle, but as they grow more experienced, can get more abilities or quirks for each battle,” Wonder Woman finished.

“So the reason there is undocumented damage is due to the Ladybug woman?” Bruce finally asked, while side glancing at Clark.

“Precisely, meaning these claims may very well be legitimate.  However, there still isn’t much seen with Gotham’s villains, there are barely any sightings,” Diana added.

“Any lead is still good enough for me,” Bruce said, already getting ready to leave for Paris, and booking an appointment on his phone.  However, he stopped when he looked down to see his phone exploding with phone calls and texts from Alfred.  This of course sent Bruce into a panic, Alfred knew he was going to be out in the suit, and to not call unless there were emergencies.

Quickly, Bruce dialed Alfred back while rushing out the window door.  Immediately, Alfred picked up.

“We are going to have a visitor.  I will be preparing the guest bedroom.  Please arrive immediately, it has to do with the condition of Paris.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~(⌐■_■)~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I’ll be right, Marinette.  I must go and prepare your room.  Would you like me to prepare you some tea?” Alfred asked, while grabbing her backpack.  He beckoned to the Miracle Box, but Marinette shook her head.  She shook her head, taking the box and placing it in her lap.

“I’ll be alright, you’ve done so much for me already.  I will never be able to repay you for your kindness,” she responded.  Alfred nodded.  As he was about to leave, he got a phone call from Master Bruce.

“Wait right here, I’ll be back soon.”

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Each day was worse than the last.  There were no known leads about the Joker’s whereabouts, and Damian was getting impatient and pent up.  With nowhere else to put his energy, he took Titus out for a run.

Damian knew the Joker was planning something, and it was driving him nuts.  As they strolled around the city, Titus could tell his heart just wasn’t in it and abruptly pulled on his shirt, nearly causing him to fall over.

“What is it, Titus?” Damian asked, before taking notice of the sky.  His father would surely be home by now.  He sighed before changing course, and making his way back home.

When he reached the doorstep, he realized the light was on in the spare bedroom. Strange.  He thought.  Father rarely allows guests over, and always gives them a heads up to be more cautious.

He shrugged as he made his way over to the door.  Suddenly, Titus made a run for it inside and bolted inside towards the living room.

Damian stood up alarmed, ready to attack and dashed around the corner towards the living room.

On the couch, sat a small girl clutching a box.  Her hair was a dreadful mess, and her clothes looked tattered and worn out.  She fidgeting on the couch as she looked around and glanced out the window.

Titus ran over and started barking and trying to grab at and bite the strange box.  He could sense something was strange about the girl, something he wasn’t familiar with and it sent him into a frizzy.  It sent the short girl into a frenzy and she instantly grabbed at the box and made a dash for it.  She leaped over the couch and knocked over the lamp next to it.  She looked panicked but was quickly stopped before she reached the door.

She collided with Damian and fell onto the ground with Titus catching up and barking in her ears as she lie on the ground, shaking in fear.  Her eyes were teary and unfocused, almost lost in the moment.  The Miracle Box shook, and the sounds of jewels and valuables sliding around were heard from inside the box. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had attempted to break into the Wayne Manor to steal its valuables, and Damian was sure it wouldn’t be the last.  Titus’s ears were flattened, his tail between his legs, as his eyes were filled with fear and concern.  Damian’s heart clenched at the sight of Titus looking so scared, before his look hardened into a cold glare at the stranger.

“WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?” Damian demanded, already posed to attack.  When she didn’t respond, he tried to grab the box while Titus was still barking in her ear, fearful of the stranger.

She froze for only a moment before slamming her elbow into his chin and quickly sidestepping him.  Damian charged, startling her enough to drop the box, hearing her call out :

“TIKKI SP-”

Alfred burst into the room stunning the both of them and separated the two immediately.  Damian was about to lunge before Alfred grabbed him from behind and forcefully pulled him off, and then swiftly grabbed the box and placed it into Marinette’s hands.  He grabbed Damian by the shirt and tugged on Titus’s leash, dragging them both outside of the room.

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finally ; john lennon x reader

request: CAN U WRITE BEING BEST FRIENDS W TEDDY BOY JOHN BUT U BOTH LIKE EACH OTHER AND THEN THE BOYS THROW HIM A BDAY PARTY AND THATS WHERE U BOTH CONFESS UR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER!!!!!! a/n: these are for his birthday so in case ur like ‘i sent my request first :/’ i did say these could skip the line for his birthday :( if there is anything wrong just go with it (i mean date wise) pairing: john lennon x reader summary: liking teddy!john and being friends with him and confessing your feelings for each other at his birthday party that his friends threw for him warnings: fluffy shit year: ‘59 word count: 1,521 

You were sat on his bed while he sat on the chair in front of his desk. He spun it around and showed you a sketch he just made. You gave him a thumbs up, closed your book and stood up. “It’s your birthday tomorrow Johnny!” you excitedly said as you walked over to him.

“Nineteen!” he replied with a smile. 

“Ew, you’re getting old.” you teased and poked his stomach.

“Oh shut up you’re nineteen in two months,” John said as he covered his stomach.

“What are you going to do? Big party?” you already knew the answer, the boys and you had planned a surprise party. You walked past him and looked at the papers he had on his desk. All were art, either his sketches he did in his free time, art for his university or music he wrote.

“The boys are throwing me a surprise birthday party.” he sighed and laughed.

“Oh?” you pretended to be shocked and dammed the boys in your mind.

“Yeah, they aren’t too subtle about it.” you nodded and hummed. John laughed to himself, you couldn’t see the cheeky smile growing on his face. “You didn’t know anything about it then?”

“Hmm? Me?” you shook your head slightly and John rolled his chair closer to you.

“Really?” John asked and before you had the chance to answer he grabbed your side and began tickling you. You fell back and onto his lap but he didn’t stop. You moved and kicked around until you both fell onto the ground. John rolled over on top of you and you held your hands out so he couldn’t reach you but it was no use.

“O-okay! Stop!” you managed to get out.

“So you did know?” he looked at you with an exaggerated look.

“Fine! I did!” you fell back and smiled. John looked down at you with love in his eyes, you looked beautiful ith your hair around your head like a halo and a massive smile on your face. “Now get off you fatass.” you pushed him off and he rolled right onto the floor. John proper himself up on his elbows and looked at you as you stood up and picked up your things.

“Leaving?” he asked you.

“Yeap, better get some sleep.” 

***

You looked at yourself in the mirror and patted the dress down. It had been over a decade since you had met John and 6 years since you had fallen, or realized you had, in love with him. To be honest, you were tired of hiding your feelings and tonight you were telling him. This could turn out greatly or not. There could be three outcomes.

He could love you back, which you doubted, he could no longer want to be your friend since he probably didn’t like you, which you dreaded, or he could not like you back and it would be awkward from then on. But you promised yourself you would put yourself out of your misery and would simply come clean to him.

Little did you know John was getting ready back at his house. He slicked his hair back and pulled the collar of his leather jacket up to look ‘cool’. John had also promised himself to come clean and shared the same fears but it wasn’t fair to either of you to keep on concealing how you felt about the other. So there he was, standing in front of his mirror practising how to tell you.

But the time had come and you were on your way over to Paul’s for John’s surprise birthday party. You had to pick up John and take him to a ‘quiet dinner’ at Paul’s house but that wasn’t how it was going to turn out... When John opened the door to you he couldn’t help but smile and compliment you. And you couldn't help but blush and compliment him right back.

Throughout the walk to Paul’s you were both awfully quiet. John had his hands shoved into his jackets but not for long. As soon as you shivered he handed it to you, something he always did since you always forgot your jacket at home. Not that either of you was complaining. John loved seeing you in his clothes and you loved wearing his clothes.

“Here we are,” John said letting you walk down the driveway first.

“Here we are, now remember to act surprised.” you reminded him and he laughed.

“Yes yn, I will.” he reached over and knocked on the door before walking back to your side. You fixed your outfit as the door opened.

“John! yn!” Paul excitedly said trying to hide his smile. “Come on in.” he let you both passed and he couldn’t stop giggling and as you two passed. Wow, he truly couldn’t hide a secret.

As soon as the door closed and the lights of the living room turned on guests jumped out from behind places and screamed ‘surprise’. John laughed and looked back at his friends. “Wow! You guys did this for me?” You rolled your eyes at his reaction and the music started.

John went around with Paul greeting and thanking people while you and George made sure everything was in place and running smoothly. The music was on, the drinks were pouring and John was happy. He would glance across the room to watch you interact with people, a kind smile on your faces as you helped anyone who was in need of help.

He just couldn’t get enough of you. You were so beautiful, so intelligent, so kind and just oh so perfect. But who was he? Just some teddy boy who was under you, you deserved so much better than just him. What was he going to do in life? Hell, even his art and music was shit.

But that wasn’t what you thought. In your eyes he, too, was perfect. He was also intelligent. Anyone could see it in his art and in his music, the lyrics and notes all just fit in place. He was so kind to you and his friends, he took care of you and never left your side if you needed him. And boy was he handsome, his hair, his eyes, his jawline and even when, especially when, he wore those glasses of his.

The party had been going on for over three hours and you hadn’t had enough time to talk to John. You had been so preoccupied with getting everything in place, welcoming new guests, helping people and everything else that you did not have time to do the one thing you swore to yourself that you would do tonight no matter what.

So after guiding someone to the bathroom you walked over to were John was talking to a friend and tapped his shoulder. He turned around and raised his arms in happiness. “yn! There you are.” he leaned down and hugged you tightly making you laugh.

“Can I talk to you?” you whispered into his ear. John pulled back and nodded.

“Sure, let's go outside.” John held onto your hand and led you outside, the small gesture sending your heart into a little dance party of its own. “What is it?” asked John once you both were sat on some chairs apart from anyone else.

“I need to tell you something,” you admitted looking down at your hands.

“What is it?” John leaned forward in his seat and looked at you. “You can tell me anything, y’know,” he added. You took a deep breath and looked up. His heart broke when he saw that your eyes had gone red and watery. “Oh no, yn, what is it? Who did this to you? Was it me?” he cupped your face and rubbed your cheek with his thumb. You placed your hand over his and leaned into his touch.

“John, I love you,” you whispered. At first, he didn’t understand, his eyebrows scrunched up.

“I love you too yn, you’re my best friend.” 

“I love love you.” you repeated, his eyebrows raised in realisation, his mouth going into an ‘o’ shape and you knew there and then that your friendship was over. But he didn’t pull away. In fact, his other hand went to cup your other cheek and he got closer. Your breath hitched as his lips connected with yours. You moaned into the kiss and your hands went up to his hair pulling him closer to you.

Once neither of you could breathe you pulled away and pressed your foreheads together. John chuckled slightly and circled your cheek. “Finally.” he breathed out and you chuckled.

“Yeah, finally. Happy birthday, Lenny, I love you.”

“I love you too yn, so fucking much.”

bonus:

You entered the room once more holding onto John’s hand, your head leaning against his arm and he looked down at you. You laughed as he told you some funny thing that had happened to him not long ago, his arms moved around as he explained what happened.

“FINALLY.” Paul and George yelled making you look up just as they high fived each other.

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[kayrogers]

animal ][ s. rogers

so take it easy on me, i’m afraid you’re never satisfied

Paring: steve rogers x agent!reader 

Inspo: animal by neon trees

Word Count: 3000+

Warning(s): SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you pack it), and foul language cause dear lord

Part: part one | part two | part ??

A/N: i stayed up till 3 AM writing this and i’m not sure if i should be proud or ashamed

The two of you arrived in Mykonos that same night, Steve thoroughly impressed with the house you commandeered. It was a gorgeous white penthouse with royal blue accents that overlooked the sea. You opened it up with a key that had always been located under a potted plant on the front stoop and welcomed him inside. “Wow...” He had wide eyes with a stupefied grin, the soldier still not used to any sort of luxury. “Don’t get too excited you haven’t even seen the balcony.” You smirked and pointed towards the glass doors across the foyer while stepping down a hallway to throw your bag in a room. “Who are your ‘contacts’?” He asked out loud and you chuckled from the bedroom. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.” You bit your lip and pulled a white silk robe from the closet. It only came down to about mid-thigh with a deep neckline, and on your body it hugged every curve it was supposed to. The idea of him seeing you in the thing was exhilarating, but part of you wasn’t sure if it’d be smart to make that first move. You had been out of the game for so long and Steve was not any normal man. But then again, he had come to Mykonos, hadn’t he? You muttered a ‘fuck it’ and threw the thing on, only wearing a baby blue lace bralette and matching panties underneath. You made the platter, but now it would be up get a taste of the sampling. You walked back out and headed towards the open kitchen to see him still admiring the view on the balcony. “I know you can’t get drunk, but I’m having champagne. You want some?” You called out to him and he shouted back a ‘sure thing’ without looking back. You poured two glasses and headed towards the balcony, nearly being taken aback by the view as well. You had seen all the world, but even views like this could make you freeze at times. “Captain,” you greeted with a smile and handed him the glass of champagne while taking a sip of your own. He took the champagne and didn’t even register your outfit at first. 

But when he did? 

That ocean view was a thing of the past. You practically glowed in the white garment and his eyes couldn’t help but explore every inch of you. Sure, the both of you had seen each other in various states of undress but that was under highly different circumstances. Usually post-mission stitches and the such, or quick changes of disguise. But just seeing you on your own in an outfit like that? Steve felt guilty in partaking the view. He nearly swallowed his champagne, a blush on his cheeks. “Beautiful...” the word slipped from his lips but you were too occupied by the sea to notice. “Isn’t it? I can never get over this view-“ “I’m not talking about the water, Doll.” He responded in a soft tone which made your head whip back to him. You both had small smiles on your face and you took a gulp of your drink. “There’s pjs in your room too, I think.” You winked at him and Steve nodded with a chuckle. “Oh? I get a robe too? Might be a little short for me.” You scoffed but were quick to respond to his joke. “Are you saying that’s a bad thing? Mr. Rogers you are doing yourself, and me, a disservice by hiding that tush.” He laughed and stepped off the balcony to go to his room. You gripped the railing on the balcony the second he left with a giddy smile before downing the rest of your champagne like a shot. You then headed back to the kitchen to refill your glass, looking out on the luxurious living room with a sip. This place was practically right out of a magazine and you knew you’d be sending your contact some ‘thank you’ flowers. Upon checking the fridge you found a small fruit platter and decided to take it out, placing the thing on the coffee table in the living room before picking a corner of the couch to nestle in. And almost as if on cue, the super soldier walked in. Your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of him. Steve stepped out in a set of white silk pajamas, but while he wore the pants, he only chose to throw on the robe instead of shirt and left the thing wide open. Under the dim lighting of the penthouse and moonlight pulsing through the windows, his statuesque body and face were dangerously alluring. “The uh shirt didn’t fit.” He awkwardly got out with a lopsided smirk that could be read as nothing but innocently gorgeous. “Come get some fruit, Freak.” You joked and he rolled his eyes but sat down on the couch with you, popping a grape into his mouth. He comfortably stretched out his arms and legs before looking at you with narrowed eyes. “Speaking of your mysterious ‘contact’ that obviously left us fruit... I really don’t know as much about you as I should, do I?” He said and you paused halfway through biting a pineapple chunk. “I guess not... it’s not your fault though, I work for SHIELD, we’re kinda taught to conceal. But if you’re looking for information, I suppose you can do that as long as there’s some give and take. 20 Questions?” You shrugged, but inwardly found yourself shocked at your words. If anyone else so casually would have asked you about yourself you would have fled for the hills. But Steve was genuine in his curiosity in a way that made you feel safe. “Alrighty then,” he chuckled before rubbing his hands together and looking at you with a raised eyebrow, “where’d you grow up?” It was a basic question but the first one you calculatedly avoided in your first night with Steve Rogers back in New York. “Yeah? Alrighty, I grew up in Edgewater, New Jersey actually. Right across the water, Brooklyn Boy.” You laughed as his nose twitched up in disgust. “My Best Girl is from Jersey? I think I might have to re-evaluate our friendship.” He teased making you snort while also being unable to hide the grin that nickname brought you. “Wow! Jerk!” You playfully slapped his arm and nudged a little closer from the couch corner. “Hmm. I know you always talk about Peggy Carter, in the past, but did you guys ever...” You made a face and with your suggestive tone he rolled his eyes. “No. We never even kissed. But she was something else, trust me,” he had this nostalgic look on his features that could soften the heart of a stone man. “Never kissed?! Wait- have you ever kissed anyone-“ “Slow down there, Speedo! It’s my turn now. What about you? First kiss stories?” His arm now rested along the back of the couch on your side and he moved closer upon picking up another grape. “Ugh fine. But yeah, I got one. It’s not glamorous though, trust me... I was fifteen, riddled with acne and probably one of the biggest geeks in my high school. Which you will tell no one! But being a geek made my only options for romance other geeks. Me and this kid Norman Specks made out in the light booth during our school’s production of Romeo and Juliet. He had the biggest braces, it was so gross!” You admitted, drinking your champagne at various points while Steve could not feel any more endeared to you. It had to be one of the most honest confessions you ever told him up to that point and it only made him more attracted to you. The badass SHIELD agent who was also a theater nerd in high school. He laughed at the end of your story and you scrunched up your nose at him. “Don’t laugh at me! I bet yours was worse! Little pre-glowup, 5’4” Skinny Steve,” you shot back at him which made his face turn into a cocky expression that did something to you in a way you couldn’t perceive. “Actually, my first kiss was after the serum. Sure, I was 21, but this was a dame! She made out with me out of nowhere, but it was a pleasant surprise in the moment.” He recalled with a perfect smile. “My turn. Who’s your ‘contact’ for this place?” Your cheeks turned red at his question, but you were never one to back down. “You honestly wanna know? It’s a girl I hooked up with about two years ago when I was on a mission here. Turns out her family is super rich and she offers me the place whenever I’m around.” Now it was Steve’s turn to blush as his mind visualized the scenario. He saw you on top of a gorgeous Greek girl, both of your lips conjoined in a heated make-out session. But with a blink the image was gone as a worrisome blood rush headed below his stomach. “Yes, I like boys and girls. It’s nearly 2014, Mr. Rogers. Get with the times,” you joked, remembering how interested he was in the PRIDE celebration NYC now held every year. “But it’s my turn, and now I’m curious. Have you done anything since the ice? If you were 21 at your first kiss, I can’t imagine you had time to do much after considering the war and Peggy.” He shook his head with a smile and stole your champagne to take a big gulp. He couldn’t believe how observant you had to be to connect those dots, hell he admired it in a way. No wonder you were such a successful agent. “I have not actually. Too busy trying to understand the iPhone to be doing anything else.” He lightheartedly answered and you boldly moved closer to him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his built torso. “No way! Well if you ever do get around to it, I know that lucky girl will be more than satisfied,” You suggestively quipped and his eyes shot down to your own. And that was when something switched, his precious blue eyes darkened and his voice became low and smooth like whiskey. “How about you? Any recent lovers?” He questioned, vision never leaving your own. “Not since I met you.” The words came out before you could even consider the meaning. “Why not?” His face moves closer to yours, warm breath fanning across your face. “Let’s just say, I’ve been craving something else. Someone else...” you let a finger trail up his torso, drawn to him like a magnet and forgetting your little game. You watched his eyes dip up and down your face, pausing on your lips. Your heart felt like it was about to beat of its chest, the close proximity making your mind and body lose all composure. “And who might that be-“ You cut off his question by grabbing his robe and crashing your lips onto his own. His lips are full and taste of fruit and champagne, and 70 years spent under the ice clearly did nothing to stop his ability. The both of you moved in a rushed rhythm, lips fitting together like puzzle pieces and yet sloppily conjoining in a manner that showed exactly how needy you both were. His warm hands cupped your face and separated the two of you for less than a second but it was enough for him to look you over and bring you back to him once more, this time meeting in more passion than the first. You moved your legs to straddle his waist and one of his hands slipped down your back, bringing your body even closer to him. Your hips instinctively grind against his own which let a moan slip from his lips in a manner that immediately makes you wet. His length is hard underneath the silk and he moves his hand from your cheek to your hair, lightly tugging on it with another moan. He broke away from the kiss again, meeting your face with flushed features, “[Y/n]... you’re okay with this, right?” Your chest warms at his words, oh what a gentleman. “More than okay,” you respond before dipping your lips down to his neck, missing how his eyes immediately closed in pleasure. You sucked at the skin, feeling his hand tighten on your waist as you reached a spot just below his collarbone. Without a second thought, you attacked the area, intending to leave your mark on the man you waited so long for. Though you could still feel his nervous rigidity as he refused himself from moving his hands any lower. You pulled away to reveal a purpling spot on his neck. “Steve...” your voice was breathy and your robe hung off one shoulder from your previously hunched over form which revealed your lacy bralette without even meaning to, “touch me wherever you want, Captain.” You felt his length twitch through the silk garments you both wore and he nodded, eyes dipping down to your nearly exposed chest while his hands slipped away the rest of your robe to only reveal the blue lingerie underneath. Your nipples were hard through the fabric and you watched his vision pinpoint on them. He reached up and grasped one of your breast’s in his hand while the other brought your face back down to his. He palmed your breast in his hand, squeezing and pushing in ways that made more heat spread below your stomach. “You’re...” your lips met in sloppy kisses, tongues swirling around in perfect conjunction, “beautiful...” Steve said through kisses and then slowed moved his hand down to your ass. It tightened around your soft form and guided your grinding against him, the both of you moaning into each other’s kisses and barely taking in oxygen. His hard erection against your clothed pussy nearly sent you over the edge, knowing that you were so close to him. You pulled away from him, standing up and taking off your bra, “take off your clothes.” You ordered and he did as you requested, tossing off the robe and pants to leave him in black boxers while you revealed yourself to him completely. You watched him slowly look you up and down like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His brows then furrowed for a second, eyes clouding in thought until he got up and picked you up Bridal style as if you weighed less than a feather. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you let him carry you to his bedroom, nearly soaked by now in anticipation. He carefully placed you on the bed and climbed on top of you, slipping a hand down to your wet core and pushing a finger inside of you. A loud moan broke from your lips and you instantly dragged his head back down to you, but instead of meeting your lips he moved down to your neck. He fingers you while kissing and sucking all over your neck, leaving a hickey on a particular spot below your jawline which made you pull on his hair especially tight. It was like you were intimate with an Adonis, his sculpted body rolling and grinding against yours in shear perfection. He stuck another finger inside of you, thrusting in and out to the rhythm of your now constant sharp intakes of breath. You cried out when he pushed in especially deep and you dragged a hand down his abdomen to his boxers, sticking your hand inside and pumping his length against the cloth. “I want you,” he told you, eyes hooded and voice deep as he pulled his hand out of you too take off his boxers. His large length shot out and hit his stomach, pre-cum already dripping and glistening down his throbbing cock. You nodded up at him and open your legs up even more, he moves down while pumping his dick in his hands. Steve slides over you and slowly starts pushing into you, your hands tightly grabbing the sheets below you as he begins filling you up. You’re practically yelling at this point, the name Steve being heard by any who could be awake at such a late hour. Once he is fully inside of you, he leans down and takes your head in his hands, meeting your eyes and beginning to thrusts in and out of you. His eyes close in pleasure though and your hands reach up his back, scratching down the skin as his thrusts get faster. He whines your name into your ear causing your whole body to tingle underneath him. This goes on until you both orgasm, Steve progressively getting faster and faster while pumping in and out of you until you completely dissolve under his form, yells turning into screams of pleasure. And not after long, you feel him twitch inside of you, an almost inhuman sound leaving his lips when he cums inside of you. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and plopping down next to you, leaving your body in an exhaustive high you’d never felt before. And sure, it was only missionary and you were by far an experienced girl, but it was Steve. Steve fucking Rogers. And that changed everything. His kisses felt like soft sparks of lighting and his hands were fire against your skin. You wouldn’t trade anything in the world for that. You cuddled up to his tired body, head resting on his chest to feel his rapid yet slowing heartbeat. “Was your first time everything you imagined?” You got out in a breathy manner which made him chuckle. “Doll, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” His arm wrapped around you and the two of you fell asleep, breaths intermingling in the tropical air like you were in your own little world.

And this was only the beginning.