#and then i guide you to the stand thats 4 feet away

[lemonsweet]

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[katethewriter]

Just Come Home

the sequel to Wish We Could Be Like That

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Words: 4.5~

Summary: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Inspired by the song Where's My Love by SYML

Warnings: bad words, bad writing

A/N: 4 days, a few tears, and a new laptop later, I'M BACK! So sorry for being MIA, thank you all for being so incredibly patient with me. Remember how I said this was gonna be a 2 part fic? Yeah, I got a little carried away, so it is now a 3 parter. Hope thats ok with everyone :) I hope you enjoy

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Part One - Part Two - Part Three

The sound of an alarm rips through the silence. The endless string of high pitch beeping pulls three bodies out of the depths of sleep.

The first movement you are aware of is behind you. Careful not to jostle you or Wanda, Natasha  sits up. You whine against the loss of the warmth.

You lift your head from its place on Wanda’s chest and peak over your shoulder. “Tasha?’ you call out softly, only half awake.

“Shhh,” the Russian tries to replace the warmth by pulling the blanket up over your body, but you don’t want a blanket. You want your girlfriend spooning you from behind like she was two minutes ago. “I’m going on my run,” she whispers. She runs her fingers through your hair, hoping to coax you back to sleep, which you desperately needed. Last night had been emotionally draining for everyone, but especially you.

“What time is it?” you ask sleepily.

Nat looks over her shoulder to the clock on the bedside table, “a little after 4.”

A long sigh escapes your lips, “ok.” Just as carefully as Natasha, you extract yourself from Wanda’s arms. You press a kiss to her forehead before turning to get out of the bed.

Your girlfriend stops you before you get even one leg over the edge of the bed. “Where are you going?” she asks.

“Back to my room, time to go,” your sleep fog brain forgetting the events of the night before.

Natasha gently grabs your shoulders and guides you back into a lying position on the bed, “lay back down.”  She lays you on your side facing her. You feel a set of hands wrap around your waist possessively. Apparently, Wanda was not too keen on losing both of her cuddle buddies, even in her heavily asleep state.

“But Steve will see,” you remind her, but Nat has a reminder of her own.

She strokes your cheek and smiles warmly, “we don’t care about that anymore. Remember?” She leans down until her lips find yours. She kisses you soft. Your own tired lips try to keep up, but you have to admit the exhaustion is getting the better of you. Wanda’s arms wrap around you tighter, almost daring you to try and leave her embrace.

When Nat pulls away from the kiss to smile down at you, she’s satisfied that you are well on your way back to sleep.

The Russian presses a kiss to your cheek, “I love you.” She then reaches over you to kiss Wanda’s cheek as well, “I love you.” She leans back down to your eye level one last time, “go back to sleep.” She stays there a minute, softly stroking your cheek until she is certain you won’t try to get up the moment she steps away.

Natasha then stands to change from her pajamas into a running outfit. She only makes it a few feet from the bed before your voice stops her.

“Tasha?”

When she looks back at the bed, she is pleased to see you still fully relaxed, eyes closed. “Yes?”

You smile sleepily, not even opening your eyes. “Love you too,” you mumble before falling back into unconsciousness.

Natasha stands there for just a moment longer. She just can’t peel her eyes from the two of you wrapped up together. She’s not entirely sure what she had done to deserve the two of you, but she’ll be forever grateful. Quickly and quietly, she dresses and slips from the room without disturbing either of you.

The next interruption comes in the form of a ringing cell phone.

You recognize the ringtone to be yours and groan at the thought of having to leave the comfort of Wanda to answer it. Instead, you just let it ring.

When it finally stops ringing, you sigh in relief. You can call whoever that was back later. There is no way you are leaving this cocoon of warmth anytime soon.

At least that’s what you thought.

The room is quiet for less than thirty seconds when the ringing picks up again. Now you have no choice but to extract yourself from Wanda’s grip to reach for it. Your phone rests right beside the alarm clock. One glance tells you an hour and a half has passed since Natasha left for her run. You grab the phone and when you see the contact name come across the screen, you answer immediately.

You bring the phone to your ear, “Good morning Fury.”

“And a very good morning to you, agent,” his voice drips with sarcasm.

To avoid waking Wanda with your conversation, you roll out of the bed and walk into the bathroom. You close the door quietly behind you, “so, what’s up?”

“Gas prices,” he quips back at you, “we can discuss that and your new assignment when you report to my office in say 15 minutes?”

He says it like a question, but you know damn well that it is not. “Yes, sir,” you barely finishing agreeing before he ends the call.

You set the phone on the counter and look at yourself in the mirror. The light catches on the chain around your neck and the two rings hanging from it. A smile stretches across your face as you relive the moment they gave it to you just the night before.

Slightly giddy, you make your way to Nat and Wanda’s closet to find something to change into, since you can’t exactly walk into your boss’s office in your pajamas.

Once you are dressed, you pad over to the side of the bed where Wanda is still sleeping soundly. Careful not to wake her, you lean down to press a feather light kiss into her hair. “I love you,” you whisper.

With one last look over your shoulder, you exit into the hallway. Heading immediately to meet with Fury.

~Cold bones, yeah that's my love.~

Back from their morning run, Natasha turns down the hallway with Steve at her side. They talk quietly, heading to the common area to eat breakfast. They’re halfway there when a flash of blonde hair walking in the opposite direction catches Nat’s eye.

“I’ll catch up with you in there,” the redhead says to Steve, before hurrying to follow her sister down the hall. “Hey,” she calls out, "Yelena." The blonde widow stops and turns to her sister.

“Don’t worry,” the younger woman quips, “I won’t tell Wanda about your little side piece. Though it looks like she already knows.”

Natasha catches up, coming to a stop in front of her little sister. She is fuming mad but keeps her cool. The older woman slightly glares at her, “first: do not ever call Y/n that again.”

“Ok,” the blonde shrugs, “which do you prefer: side chick, mistress, the other woman, homewrecker-“

Natasha takes a step towards her sister, “she hasn’t wrecked anything.”

“Really?” Yelena cocks her head to the side, “where’s your engagement ring?” Natasha reflexively looks to her hand and the empty space her ring used to be. She then crosses her arms.

 “Yeah, I noticed that. What happened?” Yelena taunts, “did Wanda find out about your little booty call in the bathroom?”

“Are you done?” the older woman asks as soon as Yelena finished speaking.

Yelena takes a deep breath to calm herself. Her attitude gives way to something close to sisterly concern, “look you are an adult. You can make your own choices, even if they include cheating on your fiancé, who up until Y/L/N started poking around, you were very much in love with. You were happy with Wanda, really happy. I just don’t understand why you’re throwing that away for her.”

Natasha clenches her jaw. She doesn’t want to slap her sister, but if she keeps talking about one of the loves of her life this way, she might not be able to control herself. “Are you done?” she asks again, voice as calm as a glassy lake.

The blonde rolls her eyes and nods.

“Good,” Natasha begins, “for the record, I am not cheating on Wanda-“

Yelena quickly interjects, “I saw you last night Natasha! You were practically swallowing her face-“

“If you had stuck around for longer than three seconds, you would have seen that Wanda was in there with us.” She pauses for a moment to let that sink into her sister’s head. “I’m not cheating on Wanda. Wanda and I are both dating Y/n. My engagement ring,” Nat holds up her left hand to further display the lack of a ring, “is hanging from a necklace on Y/n’s neck. Wanda’s is right next to it.”

“You’re both with Y/n?”

The older woman nods.

Yelena stands there for a moment still trying to wrap her mind around the new information. “How long have you been together?”

“Remember that two month mission everyone went on but me, Wanda and Y/n?” The blonde nodded. “Since then.”

"Is it serious?" Yelena asks, "it must be if you gave her your rings. Right?"

Natasha smiles, "yeah, its serious. I love her. We love her."

Yelena runs through the past months in her head. All the little things she saw. The things she misinterpreted. After a minute of silence, she speaks up again, “why didn’t you just tell us you were together?”

“We were worried how everyone would react. We didn't want other people’s opinions to ruin what we had," Natasha feels a very familiar guilt overcome her again, "but that nearly happened anyway.”

“I may not have understood it right away, but I would have respected it at least,” Yelena admits, “I wouldn’t have been so harsh on her.” The younger widow thinks for a moment, “well, I still would have been harsh, but it would have been the ‘don’t you dare hurt my sister’ talk instead-“

“Yeah, you will not be giving Y/n that talk,” Natasha interrupts. When her little sister tries to protest, she shuts her down, “No. You lost that privilege when you decided to take your frustrations out on her rather than talk directly to me with concerns for my relationship.” The older widow tilts her head, raising her eyebrow, almost challenging Yelena to fight her on this.

The blonde quickly nods, “that is fair.” She quickly reflects on her relationship with Y/n over the past few months. She had rapidly pushed away a very close friend and treated her like an enemy for a reason that she now knows is not even based in truth. Guilt begins to eat at her from the inside, “I was pretty shitty to her. I don’t even know what to say.”

“An apology would be a good place to start,” Natasha suggests.

Yelena nods in agreement, “she hates me. Doesn’t she?”

"I can't speak for her," Natasha smiles slightly, “she might not forgive you right away, but I think she’ll be happy to have her friend back. Don’t worry, you’re at a higher standing than Clint at least.”

“Clint? What did he do?”

“Hey Nat”

The sisters turn to see Wanda approaching them.

When she is close enough, Natasha leans over to place a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek. Wanda smiles tightly. Her eyes narrow and cut to Yelena for just a moment before she turns to Nat.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” The witch takes a step to move, but Natasha’s hand on her arm stops her.

“She knows,” the red headed widow nods in the direction of her little sister.

Yelena ducks her head a bit sheepishly, “I’m sorry. I never would have acted the way that I did if I had known.”

Wanda keeps her features cool, “I’m not the one you owe an apology to.”

“I know,” she nods, “I’m going to apologize as soon as I see her.”

The witch observes her future sister-in-law for a moment longer, before nodding curtly. She then turns back to her girlfriend and fixes the redhead with a similar icy stare, “now, you…” Her stern tone informs Natasha that she is in trouble, but for what she can’t fathom at the moment.

“Care to explain how I have two girlfriends and still woke up alone?”

Natasha stares at her for a moment in shock. That was not something she expected Wanda to say, especially since when she left the room, Wanda was very much not alone in the bed.

“In my defense, Y/n was still in bed with you when I left for my run,” Natasha holds her hands up in mock surrender. “You sure she wasn’t there when you woke up?”

Wanda tilts her head, “I think I would have noticed our girlfriend in the bed with me.”

~She hides away like a ghost.~

The common area is full when Natasha and Wanda enter. They immediately do a quick sweep of the room. Their eyes quickly scan over every face, but don’t find the one they are looking for.

They had already peaked into your room to see if you went to get dressed there, but the room is empty. The gym, living room, and the study you like to hide in to do paperwork all come up empty. They even come full circle, going back to their room just in case you had managed to get back there with out passing them. Everywhere they checked got them no closer to you.

“Where is she?” Wanda wonders out loud. Natasha can only shrug her shoulders.

“Hey Wanda and Nat!” Sam calls from a table, “where’d you two disappear to last night?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Anybody get lucky?”

“Hey!” Steve quickly calls out. He moves to cover Peter’s ears, “there are children present.”

The annoyed teen instantly pushes the super soldier away, “I’m not a kid!”

The two red heads walk further into the room. “Yes, you are bud,” Nat shakes her head jokingly when he hangs his head in defeat.

“Has anyone seen Y/n this morning?” Wanda asks looking around the room for someone to tell her where her girlfriend is.

The team looks between each other, waiting for someone to answer but they all just remain quiet.

Kate finally speaks up from her spot next to Yelena, “I haven’t seen her since last night.”

“Come to think of it, she disappeared about the same time as you two,” Sam offers. That gains the attention of half of the room. They quietly look between the couple and Sam trying to sort out if there was something more to that piece of information.

Wanda and Natasha look at each other for a brief second. A silent conversation that ends with a small nod of the head. This is as good a time as any.

“Yeah, she came home with us, but we haven’t seen her since I woke up this morning.”

The whole room goes quiet at Natasha’s words. They look between the two of them as their brains calculate. Had she just confirmed what Sam had suggested? What did she mean “came home with us”?

The silence hangs heavy in the room. Everyone but Yelena tries to read between the lines. Everyone thinks they understand, but no one is brave enough to ask out right.

Just then, Tony walks into the room with his usual post party pep. Two steps into the room and he can feel the weird energy in the room. “Woah,” he exclaims as he goes to pour himself a cup of coffee, “what’s going on in here?”

Truthfully, none of them freaking know.

Bucky is the one to finally answer him, “Y/n came home with Nat and Wanda last night-“

“Oh good!” the billionaire turns with a smile, “we’re telling people now!”

Everyone turns to Tony, even Wanda and Natasha’s jaws drop in shock.

“Wait,” Wanda breaks out of her shocked state first, “you knew?!?!”

Tony looks at her like she asked him if the sky is blue. “That you two and Y/n are an item?” he asks, “yeah, just because we weren’t here those two months doesn’t mean the security cameras weren’t. Thank god you're finally public, you three are not as sneaky as you think you are."

Everyone looks back to the red heads. Nat’s cool composure remains collected as ever, while Wanda’s cheeks turn a deep shade of red.

Tony shrugs playfully, “for what its worth, you make a very cute couple. Wait, not couple-“ He thinks for a moment, “what is a three person couple?”

“Threesom-“ the word barely makes its way out of Kate’s mouth, before Nat fixes her with a glare that has her shrinking in her seat.

Stark continues to think out loud, “not a couple, a trio? That sounds lame. Couple… couple… three person couple…”

“A throuple?” Peter asks quietly.

Tony sends Peter a thumbs-up, “throuple, I like it.” He fully takes in the room, and notices the topic of discussion is missing. “Speaking of, where is your lucky number three?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Nat sighs, “we haven’t seen her since I left for my run this morning.”

“Have you asked Friday?”

Silence is enough of an answer for Tony. He looks up with a smug smile on his face, “Friday?���

“Yes Mr Stark?” the robotic voice echoes through the room.

“Where is Y/n right now?”

There is a breath of silence while the AI searches for the answer. “Agent Y/L/N left the compound in an unmarked SHIELD vehicle forty five minutes ago.”

Your girlfriends lock eyes as worry twists in their stomachs.

Where would you go? Why would you leave without saying goodbye?

~Does she know that we bleed the same?~

From the backseat of an unmarked transport car, you look over the file in your lap. When you entered Fury’s office for an unknown reason, you weren’t sure what to expect. But the last thing you would have suspected is to be thrown into an undercover mission effective immediately.

This never happens. Well, never is a bit extreme, but its rare enough that you have never known to worry about it. You had never thought to say goodbye before you enter the meeting. 9 times out of 10, they give you at least an hour to prepare. They typically give everyone time to say goodbye to loved ones (if you had any) before being shipped off to who knows where.

Unfortunately, they believe you to be single, with no family left to notify of an extended absence. They didn’t know that you had two very important people you needed to see, hug, kiss. Another consequence of this damn secret you’ve been living for so long.

Your hand finds the piece of jewelry hidden under your shirt. Your fingers trace the shape of the rings, pressing them against your sternum.

Maria Hill sits in the back seat next to you. You try your best to listen as she quickly relays as much mission prep as she can in the 40 minute drive across town.

It’s a pretty involved undercover mission from what you gather. One of the city’s most notorious organized crime rings seems to be rapidly growing in numbers and strength. Your informant says that there has been a recent shift in leadership. The increase in activity directly correlates the rise of the new boss.

Your job is to go undercover, pose as a supplier for the group. Build trust, rapport and learn the agenda of this new crime boss.  

Your partner on this mission is already in place preparing for the shipment drop off that will give you a way in to the group.

Flipping to the next page of the report, you find the key information of the organization you are infiltrating.

They call themselves The Tracksuit Mafia.

In your opinion, they look like they belong in a intermural basketball league for seniors.

“… here we are.” Maria’s voice pulls you out of your concentration on the file. She nods her head in the direction behind you.

The car pulls up to what looks like an abandoned office building. From the backseat, you take in your surroundings. This is definitely on the rougher side of the city. On the complete opposite side of the city from the compound, crime in this area runs rampant, specifically organized crime. Which makes sense, since that is the objective of your mission.

Before you venture in, you take advantage of the last time you will be face to face with a member of SHIELD.

“Can you do something for me?” you open the file and search for a blank sheet of paper. You write out a quick message. Once finished, you fold the page and hold it out for her to take, “can you give this to Nat or Wanda?”

Curious, she looks between the note and you. She’s waiting for a further explanation, but its a bit too complicated to get into right now.

“Please.”

After a short pause, she nods and takes the folded the paper. She tucks into her pocket.

“Thanks,” you slightly smile in appreciation. Then, you look up the building with a sigh. This is your home for the foreseeable future, “eighth floor?”

Maria nods, “your partner is already up there. He can answer any questions you may have. Anything you may need is already up there. Weapons, clothing, enough food to last about a month, until you are brought in to organization. Biweekly check ins.“ She nods towards the building, “he has all the information regarding that. Any questions?”

“Probably, but I can’t think of any at the moment,” you tuck the file securely into the small bag that had been packed for you. You go to open the door, but Maria’s hand on you shoulder stops you.

“Last thing,” she holds out an empty hand, “you need to turn over your phone.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “why?” You remove your phone from your back pocket.

“No contact, for your own safety,” she takes the phone from your hands, “burners are in the bag. All the necessary numbers are saved under aliases.”

As you watch her tuck your phone into the same pocket as your note, your heart drops. If it wasn’t bad enough that you didn’t say goodbye, now you have no way to speak with Wanda and Nat.

And there’s nothing you can do about it.

“Good luck.”

“Thanks,” you open the door and step onto the sidewalk. With your bag hanging from your shoulder, you enter the building.

As far aesthetics go, the inside is no better than the outside. Most of the fluorescent lights are out. A layer of dust coats a receptionist desk like snow on a roof. You bypass the elevator and go straight for the stairs. In the slim chance that the elevator is still functioning, you still don’t trust it at all. 

The stairway echoes with the sound of your footsteps on the metal steps. When you reach the eighth floor, you pause in the middle of a long hallway. The building some how seems much bigger than it looked from the outside. Maybe that’s just a product of the utter lack of people.

Down the hallway to your right, you see light peering from a doorway into the hall. You take two steps towards said door. A movement behind you causes you to freeze and slowly reach for the gun strapped against your waist. You kick yourself for not clearing the building as soon as you came in.

There are two possibilities. This could be your partner making sure you’re an ally or your partner could have been made, leaving you to deal with whoever is behind you.

The unknown person moves again. This time you quickly draw your weapon while you turn. On instinct, you point your weapon, aim focused on the head.

Both of you hold. Getting a real look at each other for the first time since you entered the building.

After realizing who it is, you lower your weapon, and he does as well. Then the identity of your partner really sinks in for you. The person you are going to spend the next couple months with. You curse in your head.

Shit.

~Don't want to cry, but I break that way~

Two hours, almost three.

That’s how long its been since you left the compound without telling anyone. Four hours since you were last seen sleeping next to Wanda. It doesn’t help that you haven’t answered a single call or text.

Wanda paces back and forth in their shared bedroom. She walks from one wall to the other over and over again.

“Lyubov, you need to sit,” Natisha sits on the side of their bed. Her leg bounces as she tries to channel her nervous energy.

“I can’t,” the sokovian counters. “Where did she go? She didn’t even say goodbye. What if something happened to her? We need to be out there looking for her.”

The widow stands from the bed and walks into her girlfriend’s path. She places her hands on the younger woman’s shoulders. “Hey, look at me. She left in a SHIELD owned vehicle,” she tries to soothe. She is just as worried as Wanda is, but she’s trying to keep the situation in perspective. “She walked out willingly. She wasn’t taken or forced. That’s a good sign. Right?” she waits for any confirmation from Wanda.

The witch nods, and Natasha wraps her arms around her.

Wanda sinks into Nat’s embrace with a sigh, “why won’t she answer her phone?”

“There’s most likely a good explanation for it,” she runs her hands up and down her girlfriend’s back, “its too early to assume the worst.”

Knuckles hit the outside of their door three times.

Natasha breaks the hug to answer the door, and Wanda follows close behind. Opening the door, she finds Maria Hill standing in the hallway.

“Hey,” the brunette greets the two. She holds up a small sheet of paper between them, “Y/n asked me to give you this.”

Wanda reaches around Natasha to take the offered paper, “thank you.”

“No problem,” Hill smiles politely before she exits down the hallway she came from.

Wanda walks back into the room unfolding the page as she goes. Nat closes the door and moves to read whatever is on this page.

They both recognize your handwriting. Eyes dance back and forth as they quickly scan every line.

Sent out on a last-minute assignment. I'm so sorry I couldn't say goodbye. There wasn’t a chance to find you. I don’t know all the details. Not sure how long I will be out. I’ll call soon as I can. I love you -Y/n

This is that “good explanation” Natasha mentioned. Though it doesn’t really make them feel any better. If its not bad enough that you left out on a mission without saying goodbye, but they have no idea how long it will be before they see you again.

A sadness falls over them. The three of you had just worked through everything that was putting stress on your relationship. All three of you were excited to finally be together without all the strings, but now that has all been paused for an undetermined length of time.

Their hearts drop in defeat.

Part Two

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Manager!Seijoh Part 9

a/n: hehehe this was inspired by that iconic picture in pinterest of akaashi turning into a child

summary: you signed up to take care of grown teenagers who are capable of taking care of themselves-not children

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

LMAO IS IWA KICKING HIM AND IS THAT MATTSUN SLAPPING HIS FLAT BUTT

so like,,,, you were at a complete loss

this was literally the last thing youd ever think of and you didnt even think it was possible for this to happen!

but before that

get in losers we’re going on a flashback

it was a wednesday so duh practice was normal after school

but you read on your weather app that it would be thunderstorming so you were worried on how the others would walk home and even texted oikawa if he could cancel the after-practice practice

but since the spring competitions were getting close, he wanted to get as much practice as possible, even sometimes doing monday practices, and the coaches were usually out the door once mandatory practice hours were over, letting the boys do more practice with no worry since you were there to handle it

the boys were in the gym practicing and stuff but you could hear the thunderstorms from the distance, the smell of rain already filling the gym

and you knew none of these boys owned or carried an umbrella with them so you were going to go and buy umbrellas for when they go home

‘you guys, ill be right back. im going to go to the store down the street, okay?’

the look you gave to iwa made him nod, knowing he was the one really in charged, since oikawa wasn’t really capable of handling everyone

‘i want to come’

kyo said but you stopped him, placing a comforting hand on his arm

‘ill be really quick so dont miss me too much’

‘come back soon, y/n-chan!’

‘be safe!’

iwa made sure you were bundled up with a raincoat and had your umbrella on hand before you went on your journey

ugh team moms have my heart

thankfully, the store had more than enough for the boys and you were trying to hurry because it was now raining heavily and you wanted to run back so they wouldnt worry

the cashier rang up your total and you were just giving her your card when a VERY BRIGHT LIGHTNING striked from the sky and a VERY LOUD thunderstorm rang in the distance

your heart thumped and it mightve just been your managerial instincts but you knew something was wrong

oh god oikawa must be freaking out right now since he absolutely hates thunderstorms

your worries were evident on your face so the cashier hurriedly handed you your bag full of umbrellas so you were able to sprint out of the door and too much in a hurry to even open your umbrella

the run to the school felt like it was a 10-mile run and when you finally ran towards the gym doors, you slowed to a speed-walk

but you froze

the lights were off and you could hear the screams of a child

well,,,,, more like, children

you entered the gym and fell on your butt in surprise

in front of you, were 9 toddlers who were thankfully covered by the now too-big clothing

they couldnt be over 3 and a half feet tall and looked like they were around 3 or 4 

‘i-i-iwa-san?’

you stuttered and reached a hand forward towards the baby with the black spiky hair but he cried louder, clutching on to the brunette baby

‘oh god’

you were finally starting to realize this situation

‘oh my god, what do i do’

you mumbled, standing up and panicked eyes wandering over each child

they were chibis

3 chibis were sleeping and you could tell each boy by their hairstyle

kunimi, yahaba, and mattsun were sleeping on top of the blue shirts and white shorts

kindaichi was hiccuping, seemingly done with his crying, while oikawa was bawling and screaming with iwaizumi holding on to his hand tightly, eyes also teary

makki was bleary-eyed and watari was just sitting there, eyes wide and lips parted but kyo, with hair turned to his original color yet the same sharp yellow eyes, looked on the verge of crying, hands reaching out to you

you immediately grabbed ahold of oikawa and you were thankful that their shirts were still over their tiny body

‘its okay, oikawa-san, its okay’

thunder rumbled again and this time, woke up the others in fright causing them to also start crying then the others started their own crying because everyone else was crying

you kept oikawa on your arms but ran to check on individual player

‘no,no,no! its okay! look! ball!’

you presented the stray volleyball next to iwaizumi and you guessed he was holding it before he transformed into this child form

‘IM SCARED!’

kindaichi shouted while sobbing and his loud voice startled yahaba even more and got him to cry harder making the others follow suit as well

‘oh no’

you whined and was slowly going crazy by the crying noises

you dont have any siblings so you never got the experience of having to take care of be around a toddler

maybe you should calm each child individually

that would work, right?

you remembered the method you used on oikawa once during training camp and you were hoping that his child self would still use the same calming routine

the speed you had to find your headphones and plug them in to your phone then his ears and playing the ‘big bang theory’ theme song was A S T R O N O M I C A L

you placed him in front of you and wiped the tears that trailed down his chubby cheeks while his little hands held on to your shirt

his cries started to slow down until it was just whimpers and you placed a kiss on his forehead when he finally quieted down

but while you were taking care of their captain, kyo was yelling at yahaba and making him more upset and cry even harder

‘MEAN DOGGIE!’

yahaba shouted and tried to hit kyotani but he hit him back

you pushed both children away and sat them down on their beehinds in front of you

‘no. we dont hit, yahaba-san, and we dont make fun, kyotani-san. time out for you two’

yahaba glared at the floor with tears pricking his eyes but one look from you made him hold it in and bite his lip

iwaizumi looked like he was finally getting ahold of himself as he was calmly sitting down with makki and mattsun by his side

you chortled when mattsun still possessed the same teasing smirk as he did when he was a teenager and his red eyes were now filled with mischief along with makki

iwa looked up at you with bright eyes, as if waiting for a reward or a compliment, and you swallowed your squeal before crouching across him and caressing his cheek

‘good job, iwa-san. iwa-san is a good boy’

he smiled, a smile youve never seen before, then snuggled closer to your palm

the only one really crying was kindaichi while kunimi and watari were also just sitting down

kindaichi’s sobs echoed throughout the gym and as you walked closer, you heard his stomach growl and you instantly knew how to calm him down

the sausage you picked up to feed the strays with kyo later was still in your bag so you peeled the wrapper about halfway and handed it to him

kindaichi stared at it and you had to guide it in his mouth to start eating just to ensure him it was safe and he could eat

the thunder seemed to have died down and all that remained was rain

the boys were starting to shiver from the cold and you were sure the heat in the gym was working before you left but now it wasnt because of the power shutting down

it wouldnt be good if they remained in this cold environemnt and you suddenly remembered that you were still soaked from the rain and was getting colder by the second

maybe it was the panic that shot up your adrenaline and didnt let you realize your own situation

each boy had their jackets thrown to the side but you quickly put it on them so you could bundle them up as best as you can

their shoes were too large for them so you ran to the storage room where there were plastic bags that you used to tie around their feet with their socks

iwa noticed your trembling body and he shakily stood up and ran over to you

you finished tying kindaichi’s bag when you noticed iwa standing there with his arms stretched towards you

‘hug’

he squeaked and you sniffled before wrapping him in your arms and holding him close to you

it seems iwa still possessed his protective instincts from before

by the time all the boys were ready, the rain thankfully reduced to simple sprinkles and you made everyone hold hands

the boys stood on a row in front of you and you seriously talked to them

‘no matter what, never let go of your friend, okay? even you yahaba, kyotani’

the two gave each other a glare but they still clenched each other’s hands

you grasped oikawa and iwa’s hands and the others formed a chain with mattsun holding iwa’s and makki holding oikawa’s and so forth

you figured you could just leave their bags in the gym so you were walking as fast as you could towards home where it would be warm and a safe place to figure out a plan

natsu has seen a lot in his years of living and from being in nekoma in general

but he has been shocked to see this

it was already late and your parents were both at some business trip and he knew you were supposed to be home already but you werent

he was about to call you when the doorbell rang and he figured it was just some person convincing him to be christian

he opened the door, exasperated and irritated

‘listen, im the biggest sinner that has ever-Y/N!’

he shouted in surprise 

there, you stood, shaking and red with a bunch of toddlers

what in the world

‘natsu. m-move’

you stuttered out and he couldnt help but do what you said and he made way for you and the little ducklings

the little boy from the back, the one with yellow eyes, glared at him as he walked past and natsu shook his head in disbelief

‘wha-’

you ran to the temp screen button thing bro i dont know what it is but i have something like an echobee thats like that to turn up the temperature in the house

the boys were still excitedly babbling on about some movie and they were singing songs 

‘PONYO PONYO PONYO-’

poor natsu just stood at the archway by the living room

‘oi, y/n. please tell me you didnt kidnap a bunch of kids’

there was no teasing tone, just pure confusion

you didnt look up from the temp thing and you configured it to rest at 75 degrees fahrenheit fyi

‘something happened. something weird and bad happened. it shouldnt even be possible but it did and im so confused and i dont know what to do’

you rambled and you turned to look at the kids

natsu noticed your frazzled form and he gently grabbed a blanket to drape over you so you could get warm and led you to sit on the couch

‘just tell me, babes. we’ll figure it out’

he reassured and you sighed

‘i-i,,, was g-going to the-the convience store to-uh-get some umbrelllas for the boys but,,, when i was there,, there was a big thunder and boomed and lightining and i knew,,,,i knew there was something wrong and something had happened so i ran back and then bam! i saw them as kids!’

natsu trailed over from your face to the boys and he started to piece together that yes, this was your team

the brunette boy he messed around with and the one with the adorable eyebrows

‘y/n,, babes,, did you dabble with voodoo? bad juju?’

he whispered and you almost cried

‘no! why would i?!’

‘THEN WHY THE HELL ARE THEY BABIES?!’

‘I DONT KNOW! IM NOT DUMBLEDORE!’

‘what are we going to tell their parents?!’

‘that their kids turned to babies?!’

‘yea right! might as well tell them the earth is flat!’

you both went silent for a bit before natsu sighed then turned to you

‘babes, go and shower. go and get warm while i take care of the kids. youre soaked and youre freezing and you’ll get sick. besides, they shouldnt be that bad, right?’

not even caring to answer that question and completely not hearing it, you nodded and groggily went to go bath

the boys saw you leave and they looked at natsu with either wide scared eyes or glaring eyes

especially the boy with the yellow eyes

natsu smirked

‘i know you. what was it? dog? crazy dog?’

there was clear offense in kyo’s face and he easily jumped to natsu’s lap and grabbed his hair to tug on it

‘yey! play time!’

oikawa shrieked and everyone shouted in agreement before joining kyo

natsu screamed as they punched his stomach and pulled his hair

you were in the middle of rinsing your hair when you heard the screams and you thought it was the boys but you recognized them as natsu’s

you continued showering

the boys were having fun beating up your cousin and natsu seriously wondered if you were taking your sweet time just to let them have their fun

‘oi! if you dont stop! i wont let you play mario kart!’

the boy with a middle part stopped tugging his hair followed by the one with the spiky turnip looking hair

‘maiyo,,,, kat?’

ALKSDFJLSDKFJDFKJDS BABY KINDAICHI STILL NOT BEING ABLE TO SPEAK PROPERLY

natsu saw them both stop and he excitedly sat up

‘yea! mario kart! you want to play mario kart?! oh my! its so much more fun than playing with natsu-nii!’

he didnt care what they wanted to do as long as it didnt involve him being getting beaten up so he quickly assembled the console and they all rallied around natsu as he set up the game

‘okay. we can play with 4 players at a time. who’s going first?’

there was a bit of hostility among the children as they turned their former soft gazes to hard and competitive looks

‘me!’

‘i wanna!’

‘me!me!me!’

‘stop it kawa-chan!’

‘iwa-chan ow!’

there was great uproar while natsu sighed in relief and leaned against the back of the couch, watching in amusement

there were punches thrown, some shoves, but they ultimately decided on players

begrudgingly it was kyo, kindaichi, mattsun, and watari

the others stayed behind with a pout on their lips and sulked

but as soon as they started playing, those sad looks disappeared and they scooted closer to watch it with interest

‘GO MAKKI! GO!’

‘KENKEN HURRY!’

the only one who wasn’t so in to it was the one with the spiky black hair and green eyes

‘hey, kid, what’s wrong?’

natsu asked and he didnt answer but just looked at him before turning to watch the tv silently

he was about to ask again when you appeared and the boys cheered at your arrival before turning back on the game

you were refreshed and you sat on the loveseat next to natsu’s place on the couch

‘they seem to be having fun’

you smiled but natsu crinkled his eyebrows then pointed to a figure behind the rest

‘the kid’s just been sitting there. i dont know if hes just like that or what but hes not really doing anything’

‘oh, thats just iwa-san. hes normally like that. look. iwa-san! can you please come here?’

at the call for his name, the boy perked up and he excitedly clambered over to sit on your lap

he leaned his back against your chest and you ran your fingers through his hair

‘why are you just sitting there, hm? do you not want to play?’

you spoke softly and he shook his head, eyes still on the match

‘friends are happy when playing. i like my friends. im okay’

despite the very child-like voice, there was a sense of maturity in there and you weren’t sure if they still carried the same memories as they had back when they were already teenagers

‘iwa-san, do you know me?’

you asked and he looked up to look at your face

then he shook his head

‘no’

you blanched

and so did natsu

‘so let me get this straight, kid. you let some random stranger take you to their house?’

iwa shrugged

‘she help me and friends. she nice’

you almost squealed but held back and you tightened your arms around him

‘youre sweet, iwa-san’

‘y/n, you could literally be charged of kidnapping right now’

natsu ruined the moment and you glared at him

‘im just trying out a way to help them. and besides, they couldve screamed and cried and ran out but they didnt so i didnt take them against their will’

natsu rolled his eyes before standing up

‘well, im hungry. and these kids cant exactly have take-out. imma go see if we have any food left’

he left you alone with the kids and you encouraged the others to win by cheering for them and smiling at the way they were laughing

man, no matter what age, you still love them

natsu peaked his head out from the doorway

‘we got dino nugggets’

you nodded

‘those should be good’

natsu returned to his spot on the couch and you stared at him

‘what? im too scared to do anything to the oven. remember when i broke the other one?’

you sighed and shook your head

iwa noticed you needing to get up so he was about to move when you placed him on natsu’s lap

‘iwa-san, natsu-kun will take care of you for now, okay?’

iwa didnt object but he didnt like it either

you were pressing the timer on the oven and you opened it to change the racks when you noticed a small figure and hands and feet trying to climb in

in shock, you dropped the rack and grabbed kunimi’s small body

‘kunimi akira! what were you thinking?!’

the baby’s eyes were half-lidded and he looked really tired and the oven was radiating warmth and he thought he could climb in it and sleep

but you knew that he would literally DIE 

you ran him back to the living room and natsu was shocked to hear of what happened

‘HUH?’

‘yea. so try and make sure none of them does something dangerous’

you pleaded and he nodded before taking kunimi’s hand and urging the kid to sleep on his lap instead

you were finally cooking the nuggets and while it cooked, you were grabbing any leftovers for you and natsu to eat

there was little bit of rice and some tonkatsu left so you heated that up and continued to cook until everything was finished

‘boys! natsu! dinner!’

at the mention of food, the kids dropped the controllers and raced to go to the kitchen

natsu trailed behind with a half-asleep kunimi in his arms and iwa who held his hand

‘FOOD!’

kindaichi and oikawa shrieked

you gave each boy their own portion of food and you gave natsu his dinner

‘to be honest, i was surprised we had enough nuggets’

natsu was surprised at the nuggets you still had in the freezer

you shrugged

‘at this point, im not even surprised at anything anymore. i think im just in a dream and im controlling it and somehow, the universe is bending itself to help me’

natsu stared at you as if you grew three heads before chuckling and returning to his food

however

there was no such thing as peaceful dinner with the boys

yahaba was crying that kyo took some of his nuggies

kunimi tried to have one bite of his chicken before toppling over to the side and falling asleep

mattsun was tricking makki by pointing somewhere and when the brownette turns, he would take a nugget

oikawa tried it and iwa almost fell for it but he caught his best friend in time resulting him to hit the choco-hair boy and making tooru cry from the booboo

you sighed, rubbing your temples

‘i swear. my head’

you whined and natsu patted your back before he disappeared somewhere, presumably his room, to get away from the madness

your temper was rising and with how exhausted youve been and the incoming cold you feel is making you irritated

‘BOYS’

of course they stopped as they got scared by your tone and if they were teenagers, they would have the same reaction because youve never used this tone on them

‘kindaichi, wake up kunimi. kyotani, matsukawa, eat your own nuggets. yahaba, oikawa, stop crying. kyotani apologize to yahaba for eating his nuggets and hug him. you too, iwaizumi apologize to tooru for hitting him and hug him’

‘BUT-’

the boys started but you shot them a look

‘NOW’

‘sorry’

they mumbled and they looked at you before going to give the other a hug

‘bakakawa’

iwaizumi mumbled and tooru was about to cry but you scolded iwaizumi again

‘iwa, we don’t call people stupid’

he stared at you then turned away, an obvious pout on his lips and pushed his plate away to sulk

wow 

is parenting this hard?

watari calmly ate his food and you smiled

you scooped him in your arms and you held him close

‘come on, everyone. when youre done eating, how about we watch ponyo? hm?’

as if they werent just sulking, they all cheered and abandoned their food to go running to the living room where you put the movie on

halfway through the movie, someone wanted something sweet

you had iwa on your right, mattsun on your left, watari on your lap and oikawa by your feet so you werent exactly at the position to make something

‘nee-chan, i want choco’

makki asked and you sucked in a sharp breath to calm yourself from how cute he was

you gently asked the others to move so you could go but they held on to a part of you

mattsun and iwa with your arms, watari holding your shirt, oikawa holding your leg

‘come on, guys.do you want choco?’

‘but-but-but’

oikawa blubbered

‘please dont go’

mattsun pleaded quietly

‘ill be back! i swear! please?’

begrudgingly, they let go and you stretched out your legs when you stood up then walked to the kitchen

as you opened the door, you were looking through something when you saw a reflection from the glass of a face

you shrieked and looked behind you, expecting some murderer but it was actually a line of the boys

it was like they followed you into the kitchen like ducklings following their mama duck

‘kyotani!’

you wheezed, seeing it was his face that you saw with those beautiful eyes

‘we missed you, nee-chan’

kindaichi whined with a small voice

you noticed that kunimi wasnt with the group so you assumed he was asleep on the couch

‘you scared nee-chan, boys. but it’s okay’

their puppy eyes made you cry inside but you ushered them to go to the dining room so they could wait there for their drinks

you poured chocolate milk for everyone except for tooru as he was lactose intolerant so you gave him chocolate oat milk

they brought the glass to their lips as you drank coffee and they lit up at the delicious taste

‘mmmm’

they giggled and you chuckled before reaching over to wipe makki’s top lip

‘thank you nee-chan!’

oikawa grinned and they all agreed

‘youre welcome. nee-chan will take care of you when you need it’

by the time midnight struck, you were already in a cuddle pile with the boys

they all fell asleep and you were being laid on by the others

natsu came down for water and saw you being smothered by bodies but he thought it was cute so he took a picture for you to see in the morning

he found the remote and turned off the movie and tv before wishing a whisper of a good night then headed back to his room

the room was filled with snores and you were dead asleep

but you couldnt help but squeeze back the tiny hand that gripped yours

--------------------

mrs l/n and mr. l/n groggily made their way up to the front door

‘god, its so late. im so tired. i want to sleep’

mrs l/n complained

mr l/n immediately fished out his keys and he turned the door to enter their home

it was very quiet and dark so they figured that both you and natsu already went to bed

they dumped their luggage at the entrance, bothering to unpack tomorrow and were making their way to the kitchen for a water 

mrs l/n was making her way to the bathroom when she heard a groan from the living room

her eyes shot wide open and she thought she was so tired that she was hallucinating

but nope

her eyes transfixed itself on a figure that was standing at the middle of the living room

with a shaking hand, she reached over to flicker the lights on and she shrieked at the sight of a naked man

tooru felt sleep immediately leave him at the sound of the woman’s shriek and his eyes fell on someone by the doorway and she was not staring at his face

instead

down there

he followed her sight and my god

oikawa screamed

a/n: hehehe happy new years!!! well,, belated new years!! but we really starting the new year with a buck naked oikawa and a traumatized mom aren’t we? but i hope everyone had a great holiday and im so excited for the start of the new year and what it has in store for us!!! sending much love!!!

[himbo-kuto]

i saw this screencap from the manga and knew IMMEDIATELY that i would have to write a lil headcanon of aone and his turtle. he is literally the most precious person who deserves the whole entire world.

i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it!

genre: fluff, wholesomeness, a whole baked bean, college!au pairing: aone x gn!reader word count: 2k warning: language

okay so you ended up being roommates with aone, futakuchi, and mai when you ended up transferring colleges last minute and needed housing

you saw that they had an empty spot and with time not being on your side, you decided to take the opportunity!! apt 205 squad!!

at first you kind of felt left out since they all knew each other from date tech but you soon warmed up to futakuchi since you had a few classes with him and mai because well-- you guys shared a room

HOWEVER!! one person you couldn’t seem to get close to was a man by the name of takanobu aone-- lemme tell u sumn about this Baked Bean

whenever you tried to interact with him, all he would do is 👁 👄 👁  or just Grunt in response

you were a bit discouraged because you thought he didn’t like you so you shied away from talking to him again :(

but futakuchi was quick to ensure you that was just his way of communicating and that he was actually really engaged in the conversation 

“oh yeah, he’s a great listener-- i talk to him for hours and he just sits and listens”

“ok futakuchi-san, but have you considered that you talk Too much for your own good?”

he gave you the finger for that one

but omg the first time aone Spoke to you????? rocked ur mf world-- what the Heck!!

you were in the mood to bake some cookies and were looking for the big mixing bowls but you just remembered that futakuchi used it to try and make a baking soda volcano 

why??? who knows but all you do know is that he put it ALL the way on the top shelf-- and for what????

but u know-- bein dumb as dirt u tried to use a swivel chair to try and reach for them

and of course it was all the way in the back like wtf curse these tall men-- 

and so you got on your tippy toes and right as you were about to reach it, Of Course the chair decided to turn 

and u were 🤏🏼 this close to eating shit but thanks to the one-- the only-- tol angel baby aone, he stopped the chair dead in its tracks just in time for you to regain your balance

“are you okay?”

you were so shook (one from almost breaking your face and two-- AONE JUST SPOKE AND SAVED YOU!!!) 

at first you just stood there blinking down at him with the bowls in your arms like hinata season 4, episode 15 - 15:37

he held up his arms to you and you blushed so hard because was he really about to carry you down????

but before your mind had anytime to roam, he pointed to the bowls and you realized with your real eyes that you were not the one to whom he was referring to 

it wasn’t long until you got over your initial iron wall with aone (…. 😏)  and he actually ended up being someone you hung out with on a regular basis

mai was always out studying for her practicals in the library while futakuchi… well.. who even knows what the heck that man is up to..

but ANYWAYS!! you guys would hang out mostly in the living room to watch TV, do homework and eat meals-- he always helped you with your math homework and you helped him with his architecture models!! 

you didn’t really know what he liked to watch but he didn’t seem to oppose whatever you had on-- however, you Did notice that whenever you put on volleyball he stared very intensely at the TV only stopping when commercials came on

aone Always ate your home cooked meals without fail

literally such a sweet and appreciative boy as opposed to futakuchi who would complain but one time aone gave him That Look™️ and he shut right the fuck up

that day forward futakuchi ate all your meals like a good boy

aone has also become very protective of you-- in high school, he may have locked onto the aces of the other teams, but in college he locked onto his close friends to make sure they were safe

one time you guys got onto a cramped bus to go grocery shopping and all it took was this creepo man to just Look at you the wrong way for aone to stand right in front of you and shoot this man a death glare that said “if you even think about touching her i’ll put you into the ground” 

HE MAY HAVE A HEART OF GOLD BUT DONT MESS WITH THE PEOPLE HE CARES ABOUT OR ELSE IT’S HANDS 

but know this ladies, gents and my non-binary friends, we MOST DEFINITELY sit next to aone on the bus and engage in the best of conversations because tHATS WHAT THIS MAN DESERVES!!!!!!!!! 

not to mention all the times he has saved you due to your clumsiness and overall single brain cell fueled activities 

one fateful day you were sitting in the living room as you saw aone come home with a whole bag of groceries

he didn’t put them into the communal fridge so you were a bit confused as to why he took them straight into his room

you weren’t one to just bust in there to try and find out so later when you guys were eating dinner you asked him what he bought at the store

he listed off a bunch of produce and then said that they were for his turtle!!!!

you were all !!?!?!??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 TURTLE?????? WHERE??? HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN HERE??? CAN I SEE THEM?

he goes on to tell you that he’s had the turtle ever since they all moved in!! but it never came up in conversation so you never knew until now

him and futakuchi rescued the turtle but when they tried to let them go, they didn’t go anywhere so they kept them!! 

so after dinner you both quickly washed the dishes, and he brought you into their room to show you his turtle

you were honestly a bit nervous going into their room-- like what were you to expect??? was it going to be messy?? stinky?? clean??? were there any secrets????

but to your surprise it was fairly clean and simple-- even futakuchi’s side (which you assumed was aone’s doing)

you looked around his room to find all these old pictures of date tech on the wall, many of them with futakuchi and mai

there was even a photo of all the third years clinging to aone like koalas on a tree and though his expression was faint, you could tell that he was happy

it warmed your heart to see that he got along with his teammates and held these memories close to him-- they accepted him for who he was and that was more than enough for you

he also had plethora of architecture books on his shelves which made you wonder why he picked that major in the first place

but you shrugged it off as you looked over to his desk

there was a table next to it with an enclosure and a cute little turtle sunbathing underneath a lamp inside

you scurried over to the tank, getting down on your knees to get eye level with the animal while you slowly brought your face to the glass  

the turtle was half curled into its shell, looking up at you as he gave you a slow blink

you could’ve sworn you felt your heart explode and melt all at once in that Exact moment

you looked up at aone with 🥺 eyes before looking back to reptile to see them poking their head out to fully greet you 

you squealed internally as you wiggled your finger as your salutations

“do they have a name?” 🥺 

“ichigo-desu...” (strawberry)

you thought your heart exploded before?????????????

oh bitch you felt like you were about to go into full blown cARDIAC ARREST MY G O D!!!!!!

“did futakuchi name them?”

“no i did…”

you literally hunched over, and leaned onto the desk for support as your heart was filled with his soft boy energy because there was no wAY!!! DID AONE JUST NAME THIS TURTLE ICHHHIGOOOO BITCHHH AHHH

but lowkey aone was also being filled with your soft energy and got all blushy-- but thank god you were too occupied by his turtle to notice

“do you want to feed him a strawberry? it’s his dinner time too”

you could not have said yes faster to this man 

he went into his personal fridge and there you saw all the groceries he had earlier that day!! he pulled out a single strawberry before handing it over to you

he walked over to the tank and cautiously pulled out ichigo before placing them on the ground

HOWEVERRRRRR!! what came next you didn’t expect at all

he walked around so that he was behind you, gingerly reached for your hand and guided you to hold the strawberry out for ichigo 

ichigo craned their neck in the sight of the fruit and started chowing down

and by God you hoped that aone could not hear your loud ass heartbeat and see your red ass face-- (you were surprised that ichigo wasn’t going after you since your face might as well have been a strawberry)

you two sat in a comfortable silence as you watched the little reptile enjoy his dinner 

as ichigo drew closer to the leafy bit, you wanted to ask aone if he was allowed to eat that part 

so you turned your head to the side to speak but immediately closed your mouth as aone’s face was only centimeters away from yours 

you thought you were red back then???? bitch buckle up cause we’re reaching a new LEVEL of red

at that moment you were no think, no thought, head EMPTY as you just stared at his profile 

all of his features were strong... the bridge of his nose, his jawline, his expression-- he himself was a strong man and you just wondered how all this soft, fluffy, wholesomeness was packed into this 192cm man

and just as you relaxed into this position

FUTAKUCHI BUSTS THROUGH THE DOOR WITHOUT ANY KIND OF WARNING JUST TALKIN OUT OF HIS ASS 

at first he’s so absorbed into his own conversation that he doesn’t even notice you guys in that position

but when he does??? it’s like those moments in animes where you’re all chibitized and you just have circle eyes and a blank expression o_o

you IMMEDIATELY come to your senses, releasing the rest of the strawberry and aone’s hand

if you could peace fade in this moment, you would’ve definitely flashed futakuchi a duces

but alas, you could not..

so you scrambled to your feet-- but not before thanking aone for letting you meet his turtle-- and RAN out TF of that room heart a BEEATTINN

from that day on, you visited aone and his turtle a lot more-- even going so far as buying things for ichigo!!

“hey aone-san, did ichigo like the squash i cooked?”

“mm.”

“hey aone-san, does ichigo like the new hide?”

“mm.”

“look aone-san! he can’t grip onto the cherry tomato!! it keeps rolling around!”

“mm.”

many of your conversations went along like that and he always appreciated the amount of effort you put into them

he wasn’t a man of many words but did his best to make sure you knew that he was listening and engaged

at one point mai and futakuchi said that “he has spoken more words to you in these past few months than he has with us in 3 years”

you were surprised but also flattered by the fact that aone was comfortable enough to open up and have conversation with you 

although it was a bit of a rough patch in the beginning, you were glad that you became a part of the 205 squad! it was you, aone, futakuchi, mai and ichigo against the world!!

[marsmoonqueen]

I would die for and with you

WinterSoldier!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Bucky being mean in the beginning, and I think thats all.

Prompt / Summary: Red helps Winter discover who he really is.

Note: It starts a little angsty.  Also, this is the third part of “Red” and “ I could take you anywhere you want”. But you dont have to read those to understand this one.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Her scream was the first thing he heard as he entered the apartment. He ignored her, hoping she would drop the matter. “Oh, no. Oh, sir no!” She said as ran from her spot, in the sofa, to him, taking his metal arm with both hands. “You cannot do this! You can’t walk away in the middle of the night, not comeback for an entire day until morning and then ignore me!” With an abrupt but calculated move, he shacked his arm from her grip.

         The young man who had rescued her months before looked at her, dead in the eye, and went straight to her room. Initially, he slept in the guest’s room but given the fact that he had nightmares every night and she helped him come back to real life, they had started to sleep together some weeks ago.

         “Winter don’t do this to me man! Open the door!” She yelled when she realized he has locked it. “Look, I know our research has not gone the way we wanted but-”

         “Go away (y/n), this is not about that” He didn’t need to yell to make a statement.

         “(y/n)? So, I am not Red anymore?” Not a word. “I am asking you nothing more than to tell me when you go out! You can’t just walk out, research purposes or not, and expect me not to be worried”

         “Why do you care?” His voice sounded rougher this time.

         “Why-? Why do I care? Why do I care?!” (y/n) screamed indignant. “Because you are my bloody friend! That’s what friend do, we worry and care for each other! You would feel the same if I did what you do… you would care if I was gone” The young woman didn’t yell her last sentence, suddenly too tired, maybe it was acknowledging the fact that she cared what drained her in the moment; instead, she let herself slip off to the floor, her back touching the door.

         “No” His response came after a minute of silence.

         “No what?” She had her head between her arms, that were resting on her knees.

         “I wouldn’t”

         “You wouldn’t what boy? Speak clearly” (y/n) asked, now irritated, resting her head against the door.

         In a swift move the door was open, and with her back in the floor she saw those blue eyes she liked above her. “I wouldn’t care. I wouldn’t care if you were gone”. She didn’t know how to react. Her heart stopped. Dead silence in the room. She sat on the floor and crawled close to her room’s exit.

         “That’s not true” She whispered, again.

         “Yes, it is, now… be gone” And with that last words Winter, her friend, closed the door in her face, and locked it again.

         “Very well…”

After her last words (y/n), confused and heartbroken, took her backpack, a bottle of water and left the building. She decided that a walk was what she needed, but to where… she didn’t know.

         Her feet took her to the nearest park, first. She spent good four hours thinking, watching her shoes, the kids, the animals, anything. But everything reminded her of him, and the probability of him not being there when she came back home. In the park, she noticed a kind of parade, it was a commemoration to every war that was fought in the planet.

        War.

        She was on a war with herself at the moment, how accurate. To pass the time, she decided to investigate. Different countries, different wars, different motives. Independence, revolution… everything seemed the same for her at that moment though.

        (y/n) was about to go to a café or something when she heard a group of girls gush about something.

        “Oh, good lord! He was super handsome!” One of them said, holding a pamphlet against her chest. Her and her friends were in front of a large column that had ‘world war II’ in red, and below it ‘USA heroes’, there were other columns of the same war but with the different countries´ ‘heroes’.

        At one of her history classes, (y/n) had hear that there was a WW2 soldier that looked vaguely like Harry Styles, so following her curiosity, she decided to investigate. She went from Germany to Mexico, looking for her favorite singer’s doppelgänges. Sadly, she found nothing of the sort. But after two hours and a half, she came to stand in front of the column where the girls were before, and hoping they were gushing about someone with green eyes and curly hair, she gave a look to the column.

        Soon, she found the man the girls were blushing about, and went speechless. There, in front of her, were the answers of all her questions, of all Winter’s questions. In front of her, was a picture of a young handsome sergeant, with beautiful blue eyes, short brown hair and a boyish grin.

        “He was a handsome one, wasn’t he?” An old lady surprised her. (y/n) turner to her. She looked like a teacher, and had a pretty green dress and a lovely smile.

        “Yeah, very handsome” She said, but the old lady’s eyes weren’t on her any longer.

        “A great man, also. He lived and died for his best friend; you know?”

        “No, not really, I am not familiarized with his story” (y/n) kept her eyes on her.

        “Oh really?” She gazed at her with disappointment “Quite a popular this one, at least in the states; by the look in your eyes I would have thought that you knew his story”

        “Why? Why is he so famous I mean?” Instead of answering her question, the old woman pointed with her jaw at some pamphlet on a table. “Thank you” (y/n)’s voice was a little painted with sarcasm. On the table were a lot of pamphlets from the different soldiers, but guided by his eyes (y/n) found his easily.

        “The kids did a great job with his and captain’s research” The woman said, giving a last look to the column and walking away.

        “Captain’s? What captain?” But the old lady got closer to a bunch of college kids and started talking with them.

 (y/n) wasted no more time and started to read every single detail of the paper, it was long, but after finishing it, she realized that the captain’s, was probably longer. There was an excitement around her, and she laughed sterically. All the answers she was looking for were there, in front of her.

         “Winter” she whispered and looked to the sky. It was late, pretty, pretty late, so she did the first rational thing that came in mind. She ran.

         She ran to her apartment excited to share her discoveries with her friend. She passed trees, dogs, nearly crashed into people; she heard the sky roar, a storm was coming, but she couldn’t seem to care. She had to catch him. She was praying that he was there, still there.

        At this point it didn’t matter that he didn’t want to see her. It didn’t matter if he was gone after that. What mattered was the information she had about him. He had to know, he deserved to know. Twenty minutes later, she saw her building, many of her neighbors’ lights were off. But her flat’s wasn’t. They were all on, and there was a figure standing in the window, looking for something. Looking for her. She ran faster as the rain started to pour on her.

        The receptionist gave her the dirtiest glare when he saw her running in his halls, but she didn’t care, she took the stair to the 4th floor, and nearly tacked her door. Inside, Winter was ready to jump at whoever came in with such force, but she was quicker and ran to him, crashing with the sofa in her way.

         Winter’s arms cached her, before she could hit the floor.

         “Red! Are you alright? Is someone following you?” He asked, worried. (y/n) contemplated him for a second. He had a black tank top and lose joggers, his hair fell around his face; there were scars in his right arm and his left was metal, but without a doubt he was the man from that photo. “Hey, hey, what is it doll? You are freezing” He whispered, moving her hair from her face, and tucking her closer to him in a try to keep her warm.

         “I know who you are… James” she whispered, their foreheads touching.

         “What?” His voice came out broken.

         “Look at this young man… does he look familiar to you?” (y/n) took the paper out of her pants pocket and gave it to him. James’ eyes filled with tears.

         “James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes… Bucky, Bucky!” His eyes lighted up “That’s how that man called me! The blonde! Bucky!” James was excited

         “That should be Steve Rogers, Captain America” (y/n)’s excitement matched his. They looked at each other and laughed loud, and after a few seconds, Bucky made their foreheads touch again. Bucky’s smile fell.

         “I’m sorry about this afternoon Red, I-” (y/n) interrupted him.

         “Don’t worry, I know how your nightmares make you behave sometimes” Bucky blushed, ashamed. “I won’t say I told you, but I would like to hear you say it…Bucky”

         “Say what? That I would worry?” Bucky asked unsure, his friend nodded embarrassed; he took her face between his hands “I worried today when after a while I came out of our room and you weren’t here; I worried because I thought you wouldn’t come back; and when I saw you running as if your life depended on it, I worried even more, because I care about you, because you are my fucking best friend and I would die for and with you”. He said they were friends, but their lips were touching.

         (y/n) swallowed, and looking at him in the eye said: “You are my bloody best friend and I would die for and with you”. Bucky smiled and hugged his friend, and they stayed like that, wet an all, until the sun shined through their window.

@jessyballet​

[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Return Her pt. 4

The Company (and friends) x Reader

Bard is still cute, and the dwarves and Bilbo still don’t like ‘im

You could feel multiple pairs of eyes burning into you as you conversed with the friendly bargeman at the back of the ship. You tried your best to ignore them, but it was quite difficult considering that literally all of them were staring. You were situated on a small wooden box next to the long steery thingy that Bard was holding onto, looking up at him while the two of you conversed nicely with each other. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many drenched dwarves in one place before”, he comments after finishing a though, a small smile on his face as he glances down at you. 

You can’t help the giggles that erupt from you at his words. Your joy resounds around the boat and empty water that surrounds you all, but you don’t bother keeping your laughter at bay. “Implying that you’ve seen some to begin with?” You joke with amusement clear on your face. 

Bard’s smile widens as his gaze slides back over to the waters ahead, unable to avoid the glares being thrown at him by your group at the front of the boat.

“Well, I suppose that is fair. And what about you?” He questions.

A confused expression overtakes the joyous one previously on your face, not quite understanding what he was asking.

He notices your perplexity right away, so he rephrases. “I mean, have you seen it before? Have you been in a similar situation?" 

Ah, that makes more sense.

"No, not really. Things like this don’t happen every day”, You reply with laughter in your voice. 

A noisy squishing sound meets your ears as you shift on the box from your soaked jeans causing you to grimace. Wet jeans are, by far, one of the worst feelings ever. You reach down and tug at the legs of your jeans, pulling them down a bit to avoid the inevitable 'jeans wedgie’. You then reach up and rub your arms, shuddering slightly at the cold air biting at your skin through your long sleeved ringer t-shirt. 

Bard seems to notice your obvious discomfort and lack of warmth, and a look of concern briefly washes over his face. He releases the steering thing and shrugs his jacket off, leaning down and placing it gently on your shoulders.

Right away you feel a sense of relief from the sudden warmth engulfing you, causing an involuntary sigh to escape past your lips. “Gosh, thank you so much. It’s hella freezing out here.” You state with a slightly chattery smile. 

He gives you an odd look from the strange lingo you use, and you internally berate yourself for not managing your filter better. 

Regardless of his confusion though he still offers a sweet reply. “The lady is cold, I mustn’t stand by." 

You can’t help the slight flush that warms your face, and you pray that he takes it as a flush from the cold poking at your cheeks. 

The sound of groans and angry grumbling reach your ears from ahead, and you chance a glance over to your dwarven, and singular hobbit, companions. Everyone is still staring, hell even Bilbo is looking on with a sour expression on his face, but all you do is stick your tongue out at them. 

"I told you I can have friends!" 

The two of you continued to joke and share pleasant conversation with each other at the back of the ship while the others looked on jealously. Everyone was upset about this sudden friendship for their own reasons, but they could all agree that they didn’t like the way he was looking at you and so obviously flirting. 

Fili sat with his still wounded brother, and despite the injury on his leg they still found time to harp on something so ridiculous. 

"How can she not tell that he is making advances towards her? It is blatantly obvious…!” Bofur whisper yells to the rest of them, glancing over to the two of you when they hear another one of your jingling giggles. 

“Aye, look at the two of them. It makes me sick.” Dwalin grumbles out, glaring heatedly at the bargeman showing off so shamelessly. 

Bilbo doesn’t necessarily agree, though he does slightly understand where they come from. 

Thorin leans back against the edge of the boat, watching on with a glower of his own. That damn tall, handsome, deep-voiced bastard. 

“She’s practically got hearts in her eyes! Telling him some of her odd other world jokes, swooning and sighing like a dove." 

Suddenly, Bard leans down to whisper something to you that the rest of them can’t make out, and they absolutely bristle with anger. The nerve of this guy!

They watch on as your face lights up and you jump to your feet, eagerly reaching for the helm with grabby hands. Yes they had to admit that it was adorable, but the fact that it was him who was eliciting such cute reactions from you only made them seethe more. 

"Damn that bargeman” Fili hissed through clenched teeth, looking at his brother who only nodded in agreement.

The bargeman releases the helm and allows you to grab onto it before lightly placing his hands over yours to help guide you in steering properly. 

That definitely does not help group morale. 

You were practically vibrating with excitement when Bard asked if you were interested in steering his boat. You wasted no time in jumping to your feet and allowing him to instruct you on the correct way to hold and maneuver the steering stick. Of course, you hadn’t been expecting it when his arms suddenly reached around you and his large warm hands covered your own, but you found that you didn’t quite dislike it. 

By now your face was absolutely on fire, but you couldn’t help but smile broadly as you managed to actually control the ship a little bit. You stared out at the water for a time, but you couldn’t quite avoid the 13 pairs of eyes piercing into your very soul just 10 feet away. 

Your gaze slides down to the lot of them and the smile drops from your face when you see how tense and upset the majority of them seem. With a soft sigh you tilt your head to the side and look up at Bard, “Hey, I’m gonna go talk to them real quick before they decide to murder you. I’ll probably be right back." 

He nods in understanding and takes a step back to allow you to pass which you do with a grateful smile thrown over your shoulder before walking over to them. 

As you approach most of them look away quickly as if you hadn’t seen them all staring, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. You stop after stepping around Dori and take a seat with your legs crossed, allowing your eyes to slide over each and every one of them. 

"Come on boys, whats eatin’ ya?” You try to joke with a cheeky smile. 

All you’re met with are blank stares (and one snort from Bilbo, that sweet dear). 

The smile falls from your face when no one responds to your humor like usual, and you find yourself feeling bad all of a sudden which is totally unfair. All you were doing was being friendly with your host while they all acted like jealous babies, and you were the one feeling guilty? 

“Guys?” You try once more with a slight sadness seeping into your tone. 

The moment your face falls remorse punctures each and every one of their hearts, because, let’s be real, none of them could be mad at you when you were so darn cute (and slightly pitiful with those horrid bruises on your face). 

No one says anything still, and you can’t help the sad sigh that leaves you. Were they really mad at you? 

It’s Thorin who speaks up first surprisingly. 

“Relax, Y/N. We are not angry with you. You could say we simply are not used to sharing your attention with another." 

Okay yeah that did make you feel a bit better. 

"Is it because he’s tall?” Fili asks out of nowhere after Thorin speaks, and you can’t help but laugh at that. 

You laugh loudly for quite a few awkward moments, the only sound in the silent waters while everyone stares at you. “You did not just ask that!” You exclaim while still laughing, grasping at your stomach as you double over. “B-Because he’s… he’s TALL!" 

Honestly what he said wasn’t even that funny. Perhaps you were going insane. 

After a few more beats of your offhanded laugher it finally dies down, and positively everyone is staring at you with a mixture of different reactions. You wipe at a tear at the corner of your eye, taking a deep breath after all that laughing. "Wow, that was freaking hilarious. Fili, you should really do stand up comedy my boy, thats funny." 

You pause and the smile drops from your face instantly in wake of a serious expression, "No but for real, you guys have got to relax. I’m still your weird little human girl, and that isn’t going to change because I made a friend with a human dude. Scouts honor.” You hold up your hand at the 'scouts honor’ part, and give them a reassuring smile. “You guys are the first friends I’ve made in this place. I don’t know what I would do without you, and heaven knows what you’d do without me. Please trust that I care about you enough not to run off simply because some pretty bargeman shows up at our door." 

The worry and disdain has all but disappeared from their faces now, replaced with looks of awe and admiration. 

You can’t help but blush under all the attention and because of how real your little monologue go there. After a few beats of silence you clear your throat and rub your hands along the dry sleeves of Bards warm coat. 

"We’re sorry, lass.” It’s Bofur who speaks up first. 

Then Ori, “I was only a little worried.." 

Kili was next, "We know you are as loyal as can be!”

You got quite a few comments like this, and you couldn’t help the huge toothy smile from overtaking your features. “Thanks guys. Now, enough beating the elephant in the room-” You pause and furrow your eyebrows, “What the fuck did I just say?" 

That earned you some laughs. 

It seems that things have smoothed over quite a bit now which definitely lifted some of the weight from your shoulders. 

"We do still need to properly discuss what happened with Thranduil in Mirkwood Y/N”, Thorin told you softly after your admission of thanks. 

You knew it was coming, but you still couldn’t help the slight flinch at his name nor the grimace that weighed on the corners of your lips. “I-I know… But, I don’t think I…" 

Balin cut you off quickly, "It’s okay not to be ready, my dear. There will be no pressure to speak from us, so do not worry yourself." 

A smile, much smaller this time, points at your mouth as you give Balin a grateful peck on the cheek. "I really appreciate it… u-um, I’m going to rejoin Bard though if you don’t mind.” You didn’t wait for a response before getting up and walking back over to the steering bargeman. 

A slight red tint colors Balin’s cheeks, and the others aim their glares at him this time. 

“Damn you Balin.." 

You don’t know how long the lot of you had been traveling for when Bard glanced around the foggy waters and ordered everyone to pay up quickly and climb into the barrels. He was planning on smuggling them all into Laketown, but as of right now the whole plan seemed to be rather precarious.

Luckily for you, you didn’t have to get into any of the barrels. Bard explained that your cover could be as his deceased wife’s sister, and though that seemed a bit far fetched you still went along with it. Anything’s better than smelling like fish and getting slimy all over. Gross. 

He paid the men at the outpost, and before you knew it all your friends were being covered with pounds and pounds of dead, raw, smelling fish. 

"Hopefully nobody will find our predicament fishy…” You say loudly after you’re well away from the outpost with a huge grin on your face. 

You hear some pained groans coming from the barrels around you at your joke and you only get a couple laughs (thank’s Bard!). You walk over to the barrel one of the groans came from and kick it lightly, “Hey! Barrels aren’t supposed to have a bad sense of humor!" 

Before you knew it you were all on a straight path towards Laketown. 

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Okay lovelies...

Dewey finn x reader fic. Our sweet Dewey Finn gets the reader a dog as a suprise. Superfluffy!

Got an amazing request from @bugdrinkss

And iknow it essentially was an ask about a puppy... But it turned out an older dog. At the end of this fic I'll explain why.

Hope you enjoy reading.

Melody

You smiled as you looked around the group you was teaching, all the puppies looked tiredly back at you from their spots. A beautifull sight, especially with the setting sun shining a warm orange light upon the pups.

"Okay guys... you and the doggos have been working hard. Good job. Let's wrap it up for tonight. Class dismissed." you joked to your group as everyone took their dog on the leash and walked off the training-field. You snickered when you saw most of the puppies were too tired to walk to the car properly, their tiny paws clearly heavy from the 30 minute class.

"Hey... guys... carry the pups if they are too tired to walk okay...? Tiny legs means a bigger distance to get to the car. Help those babies a bit. See you guys next week."

When the group left you huffed as you went to clean up the field. You loved training dog's... but the puppy groups always wore you out. Tiny braincells, tiny concentration and high expectations from the humans attached to them.

You checked your phone. Dewey called. He knew you were teaching, and he should be at band-practice tonight. You frowned and decided to call him back. Worried something was up, you cursed silently as the phone rang...

"Mister Finn... you better remembered to bring your house key this time..." you groaned tiredly.

Your eyebrows shot up as you heared the sound of the gate to the field opening, at the other side of the field. Weird... you thought everyone had left. Just when you were about to take a look, Dewey picked up his phone. "...Hey dear..." he spoke.

You heared the smirk in his voice even through the phone. This made you smile a bit, his voice never failed to cheer you up. "Hey Dew... you called?"

Dewey replied with a hum: "...yeah i did. Hey... erhm... sweety... CATCH!"

You was about to ask what the hell he ment by that, when a tennisball flew your way from across the field. You yelped and by reflex catched the thing before it hit your nose.

You heard Dewey chuckle through the phone, and you saw him strutting towards you from across the field.

"Hey sweetheart... you got a hell of a reflex..."

He hang up the phone and waved a dorky wave your way yelling: "Good catch babe!"

You smirked and took a deep dramatic bow... "Thankyou very much for that almost-hit-in-the face... Hey rockstar! Why aren't you jamming with the guys?"

Dewey pulled you into a kiss by the dog-leash that was dangling loosely around your shoulders. "...Ned got sick, so no band-practice for me tonight." he pouted. "So i figured I'd come and stalk my dog-teaching girlfriend to see her in action."

You kissed him again, ruffeling your hands through his brown locks and pulled away. "Thats so sweet Dew. You sure you wanna stay? It's getting a bit cold and I still gotta teach one more group before I'm done."

He pecked your lips again, smiling happily when he did so. "... I'd love nothing more sweetheart." He mumbled, his hands caressing your sides as he spoke.

You grinned: "Okay champ... Lets get moving then. Gotta set the field up for the older dogs. I need the hoops and the long leashes... do you mind getting them for me, Dew?"

Dewey smiled at your excited antics. Loved seeing you bounce in excitement when you guided the dogs and their owners. Practically buzzing with excitement he happily watched you teach your group. He smiled seeing you put your heart and soul in your favorite 'resque-group'.

You've been a dog trainer for 4 years now, and according to your clients... a good one too.

The most fun you had with the 'extra special' classes. The dogs that were shelterdogs or resque-cases or second-hand-home-assecoires...

The world gave up on those lovely furry souls because they had some 'luggage'... and it gave you great joy to make the dogs and their owners understanding each other better.

When the lesson was over and everyone left you skipped over to were Dewey was lounging. Your still excited form kissed him deeply, and he tugged you closer by your waist. You felt his rosy, warm, scruffy chin brush against yours and he tickled your side as he murmered between kisses: "Hey... you rocked with that group... Those are some awesome dogs, man... especially the brown with white one. What's his name again?"

You smiled and your eyes lit up at his comment. You caressed Deweys stubble and he had to hold your shoulders to stop you from bouncing. "That beauty is Melody. She's the best of my class. But the owners still try to find her a good second home, they are forced to move to an appartment where there are no dogs allowed."

Dewey frowned a bit and he stroked your hair when he asked: "They are lining up for that beauty, right? Can't be that hard to find her a home..."

You smiled at Dewey. He noticed the smile didnt reach your eyes though. You sighed deeply: "Well Dew... Melody carries some... instructions with her. This is my fixer-upper class remember?" Dewey nodded, and you continued: "Melody is a sweetheart, but she's got some issues. They can't find her a home, because she's scared to be left alone, and is quite vocal. She barks and howls a lot. With proper training, thats fixable. But most people dont have the time or patience..."

He pulled you close to kiss your forehead, his hand lay on your cheek as the other drew patterns on your lower back. You swallowed deeply and looked him in the eyes. Your heart always went out to your clients and dogs, but Melody was different.

Dewey pulled you into a big hug after he saw the flash of hurt in your eyes. He knew you loved your groups, and every single dog in it... Melody was no exception. He pulled you flush him and you buried your face in his neck. His arms held you tight. You sighed at his sweet gesture. Reveling and drowning in his comfort, hugging Dewey grounded your emotions a bit.

"Im gonna help you love. I'll ask around at school for you okay? I'll flyer around the bars... we're gonna find Melody a good home. Okay?" Dewey mumbled against your hair and you nodded.

You were gonna do this together.

You looked happily up at Dewey, and gave him a quick peck on his lips before shouting: "Last one to gather all the hoops is a loser!" And you bolted halfway the scentence.

Dewey shook his head with a smirk on his lips, trying to race you to gather the hoops.

.....

Later that week you came home from grocery shopping and you dropped your bags tiredly in the kitchen. You walked over to the kettle to make yourself some tea. Dewey was in the living room, and you heard him jamming at his guitar. The humming of his voice and the sound of his guitarstrings were always a happy sound to listen to. You smiled a bit and shouted to Dewey: "Hey rockstar... want some coffee?!" He yelled back at you: "Would love some sweetheart! I'll be there in a sec...."

You brought the coffee machine to life and fixed Dew a cup, after that you plucked some mint off the plant and put some honey in a teacup.

You heard the water had starting to boil, the high whistling sound of the cettle filling your ears. You calmly went over to the stove to turn it of, but frowned at the sound coming from behind you.

A howl reached your ears. A howl?

You quickly turned around and looked straight in the happy face of Melody. Still howling happily together with the cettle on the stove.

You quickly turned off the stove and crouched, Melody jumping in your arms. You chuckled when she licked your nose and made a happy noice.

"Hey... hey... my happy high note... whatcha doing here sweety?"

Melody barked at you excitedly and ran out of the kitchen to the living room.

You curiously followed the dog and was suprised with the sight of Dewey standing awkwardly in the living room. With a leash in his hands and a dog bed at his feet. You noticed quickly that the dog-bed had little guitars on it, and you couldn't hold back a smirk. Dewey's face was a mixture of excitement and nerves, but he smiled brightly at you. "Hey love, welcome home. I erhmmmmm...." he awkwardly scratched his stubble and you saw the knuckles of the hand that was holding the dog leash turning white. Your eyes darted down towards the food bowl at your feet, that said 'Melody'.

You beamed at Dewey and squeeled a high pitched sound as you launched yourself into his arms happily. You squeezed him tightly against you and kissed his cheeck while you reached for his brown locks. You heared him mumble against your neck: "....IMightHaveAdoptedMelody...."

You jumped up and down in excitement and pulled back to press a sweet, excited kiss on Deweys lips. He pulled back and continued: "... i just... want you to be happy... and i think you would be an amazing dog mom..."

At that Melody howled again, making Dewey and you look up from your embrace. Dewey kneeled and melody pressed her wet nose against his hand, asking for a cuddle too. Dewey chuckled when Melody sang in sync with the "awwwwwhh..." you chocked out at the sight. You pulled dewey into another happy kiss again and chuckled at the confusion on the face of your boyfriend. Melody was sitting in front of you both, touching the leash in deweys hands repeatedly with his nose.

Dewey looked up at you with a dumbfounded expression. You smiled softly at him... man... he had a long way to go.

You petted Deweys hair and murmered against his lips: "Someone wants to go for a walk dad..."

He smirked at that, kissed your lips and turned towards Melody. With a high pitched voice he sang against her: "Melody... you wanna go on a walk with mom and dad?" Melody barked, chased her own tail happily and lay down. You and Dewey laughed at the obvious awnser. You took the dog leach in one hand, and Deweys fingers in the other and walked out the front door.

Suddenly a thought hit you. "Hey Dew...."

He turned his head to look at you: "Yes dear?"

You squeezed his hand a bit, kissed his scruffy cheek again and continued: "Melody's dog class is at tuesday.... bring her ball and a lots of kisses to woo the teacher okay? I expect you at 8..."

The reason i chose a grown dog instead of a puppy. In my opinion puppies are way too often bought in an impuls or whitout much thought into it. Iknow a lot of dogs who have to go to shelters because the owner has no idea about the specialisations of the breed he gets, or is givin a dog as a gift. Character and breed are a big thing, every dog (breed) has his own needs. Remember this. Please... do research to find out if the dog you are going to buy is a match.

@ironmansuucks @paxenera @heknowshisherbs @hoodoo12 @large-unit @little-miss-shy-goth @thats-specific @vicunaburger @go-commander-kim @stranger-strings @bugdrinkss

[friendlytrees]

Stay Here With Me

sebastian stan x reader

summary: you decided to clear your head and take a walk, but someone unexpected crosses paths with you.

warnings: swearing

mountains of paint are scattered all over different cardboard boxes. you take a chunck of the red and smear it on the canvas in front of you like a toddler. As bits if light creep in through your curtains you realize you’ve been painting all day. You get up and look around to see 10 awful and terrifying paintings staring back at you. Although this was a great stress reliever, it wasn't going to help you get over what had happened.

2 weeks ago you walked into your apartment to find your boyfriend Daniel cheating on you. You knew it wouldn't last, you met him at some douchey college frat party and out of all the boys, he was the “most romantic” when you caught him all you could say was leave.

After this incident your friend introduced you to anger painting. Although very effective it consumed you and it was all you could do. When you finished the 10th painting you decided it was time to get some fresh air. You get in the shower and after you change into a flowy dress and jacket, grab your keys and head out the door. You walked down what seemed like a never ending hall until you made it to the elevator. The elevator dings to signal you to go down and when the door opens, your ex smiles at you holding flowers.

“y/n hey look i wan-“

“no, i cant do this right now” you say as you cut him off. You try to walk to the stairs but he grabs your arm and insists you talk to him

“look what happened was so bad. And im so sorry, but thats in the past and we are in the present and thats what’s important”

“ do you think you’re being romantic “

“ i got you flowers”

you shove him, “ look you’re wasting my time. i have to go” you walk towards the elevator and leave him standing in the hall holding flowers. as the door closes you stare at him as he drops the flowers and crushes them.

after getting out the elevator you try to grab the nearest wall to cling on to so you can calm yourself down. All you could think about were the emotions you felt the night it happened. You catch your breath and eventually head out the front doors of the building. As soon as you walk out you are blinded by the sun. You cover your eyes as you think about how you haven't been outside in days.

while you mindlessly walk you can see the the sun leaking through the orange-ish trees along the road. this is the best thing you’ve done in a while, you have never stopped to take a look at the world around you since college started; in this moment you realized that life was beautiful. As the sun is setting you find yourself at a small park next to a library. your eyes wander to a bench with a very muscular man sitting on it. when you get closer you can eventually make out who it is

“hey, long time no see” you say as you stand right in front of him

he looks up from his book “y/n ? wow you look great” he gets up and goes in for a hug

“what are you doing here Sebastian. i haven't seen you here in so long”

“well i just got back from jersey , i was just here to visit family. then i ran into you.. wow you changed so much.”

“is that a good thing” you say with laughter

“ yes thats a great thing wow,” he goes in for another hug. “ i haven't seen you in 2 years. why didn't you call”

you push him off of you and go to sit on the bench “ i had so much going on i couldn't really make time to call anyone”

“ouch” he says as he sits down.

“ no dont take it personally. college is just stressful”

“thats why i never went” he says as he leans back in the bench

“what have you been doing these past 2 years?”

“ive been working, we dont all have money”

you could tell that was suggested towards you. you had been best friends your entire lives and did everything together, but the only difference between you two was that his family didnt really have much. so, the older he got, the less you saw of him since he was working all the time. And eventually when you moved you didnt see him at all.

you turn to face Sebastian “can we hang out today? i dont really have anything planned”

he turns to face you “ well i was going to sit here and read this book, but i guess i have room to hang out” he smiled and began to laugh. eventually you two got up and started walking in the Manhattan streets. the sun had set. the moon light lit up the almost empty street , which was rare. Sebastian turns to face you and begins to speak

“so where are we going?”

“i thought you knew, i was following you” you say with a confused look on your face

“im kidding” he looks over and points to a corner store “lets go in here”

you both step inside and he goes straight to the liquor. he grabs two large bottles and heads to the register.

“that will be $40”

“here you go”

“thank you, come again”

you both walk out and he hands you one of the brown paper bags. “drink up” he says as he opens his drink”

“you want me to drink,,, while we are walking around Manhattan.”

“yeah why not what could happen” he says as he takes a large swig of liquor

you look at him and decide to give in. “fine, but im only doing this for you”

an hour had passed and you were both wasted walking under the street lights saying god knows what. The only thing you could hear was Sebastian yelling every time he saw a taxi. You end up stopping at one of the lights next to a closed theater.

“hold on i need to stop for a minute i need t-” mid sentence he lets half of his lunch out on the side walk. All you could do was laugh at him while he was doing it. When hes done he sits up and swings around the poll screaming to the top of his lungs “do you want to know something y/n”

“what is it” you say taking the last sip of your alcohol

“i love you”

“what” 

“Ive loved you since youve came into my life, you just make me so happy.” he drunkingly makes a heart with his hands and walks closer to you. “I needed to see you y/n, youre part of the reason i came back. I missed your laugh, your jokes, i missed the way you smiled. I need you”

“youre drunk you dont mean that”

“Yes i do” he moves his hands up to your cheeks. “ every time im with you i get this feeling that if something ever happened to you id lose you forever. And i want to make sure you will always be okay. Im not saying this because im drunk y/n, im saying this because i love you”

No words were able to come out of your mouth. All you could do was stand there and stare into those bluish grey eyes. he eventually let your face go and started walking away.

“where are you going?” you say as you try to catch up with him

“i have no idea, but im pretty sure ive just embarrassed myself”

you stop walking “Where were you supposed to stay tonight?”

“i was supposed to stay with my mom but if i come home drunk hes gonna kill me” he stops walking and tilts his head up “i could just buy a hotel for tonight”

“or you could stay at my place” you say. he turns his head over to you and smiles. he sluggishly walks towards you and you guide him to your apartment.

you both find a taxi to take you back since youre too drunk to walk. Once you get there you head through the doors and get in the elevator. the ride up to the 3rd floor of your apartment was filled with silence. Sebastian had kept his distance ever since he told you he loved you. Back on the sidewalk under the street light you regret not telling him right then and there that youve felt the same way.

the elevator doors opened and when you walked out you could see someone near your door. you rushed over to see who it was, and when you knew you were disappointed.

“what the hell are you doing here, leave now!”

“please just let me ta-” your ex takes a pause when he sees Sebastian standing 4 feet away. “who the fuck is this, huh, y/n? who the fuck are you” he starts walking closer to Sebastian and shoves him “who are you”

he looks at you and looks back at your ex “ im her boyfriend”

“no hes no-” you were cut off by your ex who became filled with anger

“oh really, your her boyfriend?” he shoves Sebastian 

Sebastian shoves him back “shove me again and i swear”

“you swear what. what are you gonna do”

Sebastian throws a punch at him and then gets tackled. You try to tell them to stop and pull them off of each other, but it wasn't working. Your ex wouldn't stop hitting Sebastian. He couldn't fight back anymore all he could do was take the hits. you run up to Daniel and pull him off of Sebastian before he could do anymore damage.

“what the hell Daniel”

“punk deserved it” he said as he wiped the blood off of his brow.

“leave right now”

“im not going anywhere”

“ leave before i call the police”

he looks at you for a moment, then he leaves. 

you run over to Sebastian to make sure he is okay and help him up. You grab your key and open your door. you turn the lights on and take Sebastian to the living room to lay him on the couch. 

“hey, im going to grab a rag to clean your face”

“y/n” he pauses to catch his breath “ you never said anything earlier, after i told you”

you sit down on the coffee table in front of the couch so you're facing him. “Sebastian. all this time didn't understand why i felt the way i do around you, you make me feel safe and i can trust you with my life.” Sebastian sits up before you can finish “Sebastian i love you” he leans over to you and kisses you “i love you too y/n”

[sinfullytempting]

Temptations (????)

(A/N) this is going to be a really long chapter actually, Seonghwa is only here for a little but the next sin shows up later in this chapter and ill put his up as soon as he shows up!

Tag list: @needyateez /  @cafesan / @a-revolution-teez / @sailor-san​ /

San (Lust 1) / Yeosang (Gluttony 2) / Seonghwa (Greed 3) / ????? (???? 4) / Filler Chapter (5)

Flashback:

You nodded and grabbed clothes before heading into your bathroom, throwing a glance back at San who grinned at you from the chair at your table. “Go on or ill come in to help you change!” You threw a glare before slamming the door shut behind you, letting San’s laughter seep through the door.

“I hate sins…”

“Dont lie baby you love us!”

“I only tolerate some of you, aka Yeosang!”

Present:

You turned towards San once inside your room, letting Seonghwa clean up. “You, tell me more about these Guardian angels.” You cocked your head to the side as you half glared at the kitchen door. “And why sins are randomly showing up. Apart from Yeosang because I enjoy his presence so far.”

San cocked his hip out and crossed his arms, huffing as you mimicked his pose, ignoring the first part of the question. “First, the others are just curious about you, plus I know who’s probably going to be next but that’s for me to know and you to find out.” The corner of his lips quirked up in a smug smile, like he knew something you didn’t, which he did, plenty of things.

You huffed as you turned towards your dresser to pick out some pj’s, “…is Seonghwa going to stay over?” San shrugged. “I won’t let him.” You flushed before you grabbed clothes and escaped into your bathroom, passing the rapidly cleaning Seonghwa who shot you a soft smirk causing your cheeks to flush deeper, not used to having one, let alone two, highly attractive boys, even if they were demons, wandering around your flat.

You locked the door and slid down it, breathing deeply. Yeosang was the only one you could handle, you couldn’t even handle San at the moment, and you doubted you ever would be able to. and Seonghwa seemed like a whole handful along with San, and you didn’t know how much of a hassle the other sins would be. You brushed your hair back before changing into your pj’s.

“You’re not staying here.” You hear once you finish changing, leaning against the door. You hear Seonghwa scoff out a mocking laugh. “I’m not going anywhere lust. San huffs. “I am stronger than you, i will forcefully remove you.” You hear San hiss, annoyed at Seonghwa’s mocking tone then hearing the laugh that follows. “You think that matters?” Seonghwa snarks and you cautiously opened the door, thanking the day you put WD-40 to keep it from creaking as you opened it a little bit to peek out, interested in the conversation.

“It will work, I will use my powers, and you won’t be able to resist. I’m stronger than you Seonghwa, remember that.” San walked closer, stopping right in front of him, fingers itching to wrap around his neck and choke him into his place as the weaker one of the two. “Try me.” San had his hand wrapped around Seonghwa’s neck within seconds of the words slipping from his lips. His hand tightened as a faint threat, pinning Seonghwa against the wall as he leaned closer.

“You will leave.” San spoke, voice deeper, cat eyes narrowed in anger as he tightened his grip around his neck. “Do you want me to make it worse greed?” You stayed quiet, watching Seonghwa’s body relax. “Understood.” San smiled, dropping Seonghwa and stepped to the side. “Goodbye Seonghwa.” Seonghwa glared at him before his feet automatically took him to the door as he quietly cursed San’s strength, the command making the elders feet move if he liked it or not.

San turned around and you acted as if you had just finished changing, yawning as you stepped out. You werent stupid, you know San was aware of you watching. He was giving you a small show on his powers, he wanted to make sure you wouldnt step out of place and rebel against him should you feel the need.

You would be lying if you said his display of power gave you a slight jolt of fear. Seonghwa, who was taller, and older (apparently) submitted to easily to San, and for some reason it blew your mind.

“Uhm…can i ask you a question?” San hummed as he walked closer, almost guiding you towards your room. “Depends on the question.” He cooed.

Being around San made you feel like you were being hunted, cat like eyes almost always narrowed, a smirk on his lips. Like he was a predator, and technically he was, he preyed on those who made him his sin.

“You said you had 7 other brothers right?” He nodded, listening carefully. “Do you guys have an age order? Or does it go by power?” He watched you carefully as you both stopped in front of your room. You felt like you were being judged, examined like he was about to dissect you, you felt unnerved. “We do have ages.” He grinned, almost crowding you against the door. “..can i know?” He hummed, resting a hand on your hip. “Seonghwa is older, but with power i’m first. Then its me, then its Agony, then Pride, Yeosang, Sloth, Envy, and lastly is Wrath. Hes the youngest but not by much.”

He had gotten closer at that point, breathing fanning across your lips and noses almost touching. “Give me what I need.” He murmured and your eyes dropped, feeling yourself submitting but managing to open the door and stopping things from going further, your breath hitched as you caught yourself but not before San almost fell with you, catching you as well. “What the fuck?” His grip around you tightened, nails digging into your skin and you whimpered, squirming. “San please, you’re hurting me.” He narrowed his eyes before removing his nails.

This was different, you were his prey and he had caught you, and he was angry. He reminded you of a panther, unnerving stare, teeth bared slightly as he growled deep in his throat. “That wasn’t a smart idea princess.” He stood up straight, pushing you back towards your bed. “But since you don’t know your limits yet, ill let it go.” He took a deep breath to calm himself down. “Don’t anger me because you wont like the consequences. Understood?” You nodded and he smiled, mood changing before you could blink. “I even changed your sheets from all the blood that happened!”

You mean the blood you caused? You snarkily commented in your head, forgetting he could read and hear your thoughts. “Yes the blood I caused, and it’ll happen again once i put finish the claim on you. It’ll look so pretty, right on your hip by your navel.” He murmured quietly, stroking the skin once he was close enough and you squirmed, not wanting to admit you were ticklish.

“Will it hurt?” He hummed, ignoring the question. “Time to sleep.” You huffed before rubbing your eyes, suddenly tired. “Did you make me tired.” At his grin you pouted but got into bed, covering up all the way. “You’re not sleeping beside me.” You turned to face the sin himself and he feigned a pout, crossing his arms. “But princess, why not?” You huffed. “Because I don’t know what you’ll try.” He shrugged. “What’s stopping me from crawling in once you fall asleep?” You twitched, half glaring and he chuckled, holding his hands up. “Alright princess i won’t.” He rose a brow, turning towards the door and leaving.

Walking down the hall and towards the window, He opened it and licked his lips, sighing quietly and he inhaled the familiar scent, soft scent of evergreen trees, exclusive only to the ever lovely Sin of Envy.

Jung Wooyoung.

San (Lust 1) / Yeosang (Gluttony 2) / Seonghwa (Greed 3) / Wooyoung (Envy 4) / Filler Chapter (5)

“Wooyoung? I can smell you.” Green smoke appeared, followed by a black haired boy, pouting as he slipped inside. “How kind of you to let me in but not let me see her. It’s not fair Seonghwa hyung and Yeosang have before me.” He pointed at San. “Plus I was so close to claiming her until you showed up.” He whined, punching San in the chest weakly.

Calming down Wooyoung looked around San, looking down the hall before standing up straight. “Yeosang told me that Felix was her possible angel? Where did he go?” Wooyoung crossed his arms, frowning. “Changbin said a while ago that Felix never just ‘disappears’ so…” Wooyoung lit up before he frowned again. “What if he left her on purpose? He basically gave her to us on a silver platter.” He moved towards the living room and plopped on the couch, crossing one leg over the other.

“San…what if this was on purpose? But why would he, the strongest guardian angel, leave her?” He crossed his arms again, sinking into the couch more, tilting his head back and humming as San walked closer, fingers sliding across the sun kissed skin of Wooyoung’s neck. “Are you pent up Sannie? Seonghwa hyung came back angry.” He chuckled as San’s nails dug into his neck carefully. “She pushed me away and didnt give me a kiss like i needed.” Wooyoung hummed, closing his eyes and letting San’s fingers explore his skin. “I forgot your thing for necks.” He whispered before San pulled away and sighed.

“I need her kiss, with consent because im not a monster-”

“Sannie you’re a demon, the devil himself-”

“Not the point Woo. Even if im the devil himself, i know what consent is.” San rose a brow and cocked his hip out. “Jung Wooyoung, you better be using consent as well.” Wooyoung rose his hands up, marking himself innocent. “I do.” San nodded before sitting down beside him, grunting quietly as Wooyoung threw his legs over his lap. “When does she wake up?” San hummed, glancing at the clock. “She has a lecture at about nine am so, about seven thirty she wakes up and showers before eating breakfast, then leaves.”

Wooyoung shot him a confused look at San’s detailed answer. “Havent you know her for less then a day?” San grinned, winking. “You see a lot when you claim someone, youve claimed plenty of people, have you never focused on them or are you envious everytime one of us claims someone? Thats not your sin, youre not to be greedy Wooyoung.” Wooyoung shrugged. “You may be lust San, but do you notice that you have a little bit of every sin inside you? You have a lot of pride in you, let alone some of envy. You have a lot of me.” Wooyoung smirked, hinting at the past. “I may but you enjoyed it so much.” San whispered, shooting Wooyoung a look. “I have plenty of you inside me.” He grinned before glancing at San.

“I’ll stay here and introduce myself once she gets ready.” Wooyoung hummed, shifting so he could curl up against San, resting his head on San’s shoulder. “You’re so clingy.” San whispered, sighing dramatically before reaching for the TV remote and lowering the volume before turning on a random movie, letting the younger sin slowly fall asleep once he covered them up with a blanket resting behind them on the back of the couch.

San sighed, letting his head fall back against the cushions, one arm wrapped around Wooyoung’s waist. “You’re like a child.” He whispered before counting the minutes go by and eventually the hours. Once it hits Seven am and the next movie out of 3 hes watched ends he picks up Wooyoung and places him on the couch before creeping towards your door. Opening it he closes the door quietly behind him and sits on the edge of your bed.

Watching carefully as he slides a hand up over your leg towards your hip. “If you wake up now ill cook for you~” He murmurs as he moves closer, dropping his hand so his fingers brush against the writing before up towards your neck, raising a brow when you lean into it. “Oh?” He whispers before he strokes the skin carefully before he moves his hand up and through your hair. “Princess wake up.” He hums.

“Dont wanna…” You mumble and he smirks. “Dont make me spank you.” He purrs, laughing as you shoot up, eyes still shut before they open the slightest bit to glare at him. “Why are you still here? Go home, go away.” You grumble. “Dont you have somewhere else to be?” He shook his head. “Now that ive claimed you, i dont have to be anywhere but where you are.” You grunt and rub your eyes, tempted to kick San out of your bed and you actually try, only for him to catch it. “Thats a no no Y/n.” He yanks your leg back, you crying out at the pinch of skin and the feeling of not properly stretching before being yanked down the bed.

He grins at your cry, humming. “If you were a good girl this wouldn’t have happened.” San shifts his body so hes sitting between your legs and you feel sharp teeth threaten the skin of your inner thigh before they pierce the skin, his grip on your legs keeping them from moving as you squirm and try to kick him but freeze at the feeling of sharp teeth in your thigh, not wanting anything to tear.

San pulls away and watches the blood trickle down, humming quietly. “Is this how i have to make you stop now? Biting you?” He purred, licking the blood off and moving to stand up. “Go get changed.” San smiled but you knew it was a warning. Getting up you glanced at the clock before grabbing an oversized hoodie and some warm leggings and glaring at San.

“Can you atleast let me change in my own room?” You mumbled, holding your clothes to your chest. San sighed dramatically before he turned on his heel and walked of the door. “I’ll be right out if you need me.” You huffed. “Good thing I wont!” You yelled as he closed the door, changing quickly before he could change his mind. You swung the door open, resisting the urge to blatantly check San out as you found him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, a smirk painted on his lips again. “Hello princess.” You huffed as you walked out and down the hall and into the kitchen.

You had to hold back a scream once you noticed another male sitting on the couch, legs crossed and arms laying across the back of the couch with a blanket thrown over him. “Sannie it was rude to just up and leave me.” He pouted, turning to look at you. He took a second before he was up and in front of you. “You must me Y/n!” He grinned, green eyes sparkling. “Im Wooyoung, Envy is my sin.” He feigned a pout, crossing his arms. “Sannie claimed you before i could get to you, then im not the first person to see you after?”

“Woo give her a chance to breath, you scared the poor girl.” San spoke, coming up behind you. With San’s presence behind you it could help but make you relax a bit aside from the threat moments earlier of biting you into submission, you knew San wouldn’t do anything, despite knowing him for only a day now.

“I apologize~” You blinked a few times, noticing the others scent. “Did…Do you all have like, a special scent?” San hummed softly. “Yes. But we dont know what ourselves smell like, so love, tell me what I smell like?” You twitched in your spot as San walked closer. “…like cinnamon, alluring and addicting. A little mysterious as well.” He cooed quietly.

“Would you like to skip class and get to know Wooyoungie? He will follow you around whining if you say no…” You slide your eyes towards ‘Wooyoungie’ and bite your lip, the boy was looking at you with the purest form of puppy eyes. “I really need to go to my lecture…” You watched him physically wilt. “…but im sure i can get Min to write down notes for me…” You mumbled reluctantly but he perked up, smiling growing on his lips and you groaned, rubbing your eyes. “Can i go back to sleep then? I dont want to be awake if i dont have to be.” You narrowed your eyes. “How long have you been here.” You crossed your arms, frowning.

“Not long after Sannie left your room last night, probably moments after.” He hummed quietly and you stared at him for a moment before walking to the kitchen. “All these sins just appearing out of nowhere….” You grumbled to yourself, searching for fruit snacks in your cupboard before smiling as you found them. “There you are…” You smile widely, opening the bag and shoving some in your mouth before turning around to look at both of the boys.

“So what now?”

[harrieatthemet]

Bully

requested by my lovely anon (: angel baby is alive and THRIVING!

She’s posted right outside her bedroom door, her raggedy stuffed bunny loosely gripped in her hand, the feet of it just barely touching the hardwood floor.

Her ears are perked up, as she makes sure she’s listening as clear as a 4 year old possibly can. Frustration is starting to eat away at her, as well as deliriousness because it’s too late for her to still be awake. She can’t quite hear right, and she’s worried, so naturally, she finds it best to lallygag down the hall to get a better listen. Bunny is right beside her, keeping her fears at bay and her level of anxiousness at a minimum. 

It’s darker than usual, because when she’s up and running the second floor hallways it’s much more bright, the windows still have the remnants of the sunset spilling and all of the lights are on. And right now, as the clock teeters on 1 am, there is definitely no sunset. 

Some lights are on, vaguely scattered along the walls, making it dim enough to frighten her, but just lit enough to guide her closer to the source of the sounds. And once she’s hovering just outside your’s and Harry’s bedroom door, she can hear the noises loud and clear. 

“Oh my god” your voice is bordering a screech, as the same three words come bellowing out of you so frequently, as if it were a chant. 

Angel baby’s got chills, as she’s pulling bunny closer to her chest, like somehow that’ll make it stop. So desperately, she wants to go in there and save you. Someone’s hurting you, thats the only reason you could be yelling like that. But she’s too little, she knows she’s just too little, too small and way too scared. But another voice intervenes, a familiar one at that. 

“Want me t’stop?” And it’s Harry’s voice.

“Fucking-,” another squeal from you, “Harry, please.” 

Now she’s angry, furious even. She’s beside herself for sure, can’t believe what she was hearing. Somewhere in there, he’s hurting you. And she’s on the other side of the door, furious with Harry for being so mean to you. 

The thumping is loud, and though she isn’t too sure what it might be, she knows it’s not good. And the sound of what she assumes to be skin, being hit or slapped, causes her to jump before she’s taking several steps back from your bedroom door. 

Did you do something? She starts to think of all the things Harry’s punished her for. Maybe you colored on the sofa, or accidentally spilled a Capri sun on his laptop keyboard. She recalls, briefly, the time Harry had to give her a quick spank on the tush for cutting his $3,000 suit pants with a pair of fabric scissors she found in his drawer. 

And she’s sent frantically scurrying back down the hall, bunny clasped in between her fingers, once the faint sound of the doorknob being jiggled begins. But she won’t forget about this, won’t forget about how horrible Harry was to you. 

“Won’t go,” she declares, pudgy arms folded over her chest, “not with him.”

“Oh no?” You chuckle, an eyebrow quirked.

She insistently shakes her head affirmatively, standing her ground. Last night has not gone unnoticed, hasn’t been forgotten, and though she hasn’t seen Harry yet this morning, she’s made it abundantly clear that she wants absolutely nothing to do with him. 

And she’s got her raincoat on, her hair brushed out and her little boots that she managed to mismatch, as she’s wearing two different boots on each foot. She’s got that sparkly backpack on too, and it’s the first time she’s ever used it. Probably because it’s the only one Harry hadn’t given her, Nana did. Anything Harry related, angel baby wanted no part of it. 

He’s heading down the steps now, and angel baby is ready to engage in a face off. She’s standing tall, puffing her chest out. And she’s earning a few bewildered looks from you, while you pick up a few of her things she left astray on the kitchen counter. 

“Yeh ready t’go visit Nana, angel?” Harry sings, a mile wide smile planted on his face.

“Mumma’s takin me.” She responds cooly, bossily. 

“Mumma’s got some things t’do, petal,” Harry reminds her sweetly, “m’gonna take yeh t’nanas.”

Angel baby’s eyes go into slits, as she stares at her father. She remembers last night vividly, how mean he was, how he was making you scream. 

“Mornin’ mumma.” Harry coos, striding towards you to plant a kiss on your mouth.

“NO” angel baby screeches, sprinting from her spot at one end of the counter to the other, wriggling herself to get in between Harry and you, “no touchin mumma.”

Her eyebrows are furrowed, in a deep V, as she turns up the heat of her stare at Harry. And his eyes go wide in shock, because typically she’s his biggest fan, fawns all over him and acts as though she’s his shadow. But she is definitely not his biggest fan today, no way, as she stands in between the two of you with determination. She’s not budging. 

“Got a bone t’pick with me today, huh?” Harry teases, and angel baby glares at him.

“What’s up with you?” You laugh, and she puts a protective arm around you.

“Know what you did,” angel baby hisses, “hurting mumma.”

“Hurting her?” Harry asks, fake offendedly, “Would never!” 

“Heard you, last night” she growls, “and so did bunny.”

“Oh my god.” You suck in a breath, cheeks flushing. 

Harry’s gotta suck in that laugh, that deep guttural laugh thats about to come parading right out of him. He told you to keep your voice down. The house isn’t that big, and he swears that your voice carries. Especially when you squeal like that. So now as you stand there, while your 4 your old daughter guards you like a guard dog, your face gets hot and you start to become flustered. And he’s left to rack his brain for a way to explain to his toddler that he definitely wasn’t hurting you. 

“Angel,” he chuckles, bending down so the two could be at eye level, “wasn’t hurting mumma-”

“Were to!”

“Christ” he huffs, “let me finish, yeah? We were playing. S’mine and mummy’s favorite big kid game. And sometimes mummy gets excited and, I dunno, she just yells! Even though I tell ‘er it’s too loud.” 

He lifts his eyes up briefly to look at you, though he immediately regrets it, because he receives an icy glare from you in return. And angel baby is far less stand-offish now, as she loosens up and releases the protective stance she once had in front of you. 

“Would never hurt mummy,” he promises, “or you!” 

“Well one time you spanked me,” she states matter of factly, and Harry gives her one of those ‘knock it off’ looks, “ but it didn’t hurt.” 

“You spanked her?” You growl, and he stands up.

“She cut my Gucci trousers!”

[flame-cat]

oscar is overrated change my mind

*rubs my gay little goblin hands together* ok

first and foremost- i can understand why people feel that way. hes honestly very poorly written at the moment, but unfortunately i tend to get sucked into loving the characters with the least actual love from the writers (weeps about my constant yearning for a lance arc that never got fulfilled (vld was a dumpster fire))

i think the reason i like him so much is because of the potential he has as a character. people like him mostly because hes a #goodboy but i also firmly believe- as many others do- that theres far more to him, or at least there should be

hes an interesting character because he came into the series so late, was saddled with a responsibility completely unique to him because he essentially had no choice in the matter. hes also the youngest member of the cast. all of these traits make him very compelling

combine that with how FUCKING CUTE he is and well, you get people like me

so, let me list of the traits i think most accurately summarize oscar pine, at least what we know of him so far

1. he’s adaptable

yeah, that one seems pretty self-evident. his whole life got completely turned around and he handled it like a champ. hes also adaptable in the sense that hes a fast learner and a quick thinker- he learned how to fight in the span of a few weeks and in a month he was fighting griffons by himself. thats IMPRESSIVE. we also see how hes a good tactician and capable of thinking on his feet in the most recent fight with cordo- he literally turned around the whole fight by figuring out the mech’s weakness. even ruby and jaune, tacticians extraordinaire, didnt figure that out

oh, and by the way, did i mention hes a FOURTEEN YEAR OLD FARMHAND with ABSOLUTELY NO FORMAL HUNSTMAN SCHOOLING? my dude landed a crashing airship! oz mightve guided him but he still DID THAT

hes also the one to keep the most level head in times of crisis (more on where that comes from later). hes pretty similar to oz in that regard- if something goes wrong hes quick to put aside any of his personal feelings on the matter because thats not whats important right now. i think hes the only person not to lash out at anyone at brunswick (aside from blake). even when people are yelling at and being cold towards him, he does what needs to be done and tries to help where he can, because throwing a fit wont help anyone, regardless of whether or not the others seem to be taking the same route. when he goes missing in argus, too, he comes back with the decision to just. do what needs to be done. he might not like the situation theyre in, he might have felt scared or angry or hurt by jaunes (and qrows) words and actions, but he pushes that aside because thats not important right now

which brings me to my next point

2. he’s selfless

first of all, while it wasnt much of one, he still had a bit of a choice whether or not to do this crazy thing and go meet strangers to save the world. a selfish person wouldve done everything within their power to avoid it. of course he was averse to it at first- he thought he was going crazy! but like, at the end of the day, he pushes that aside because thats not important right now

(if youre sensing a pattern its because there is one)

it could be argued that his determination not to let oz fight for him, even in a situation that oscar was absolutely NOT capable of handling, was selfish. i would have to say i disagree with that, because who the hell wants some ghost in their head to take over their body and probably wreck it pulling off crazy cirque de soleil bullshit moves that knock you out for three days straight?

which brings me to another thing

3. he wants to prove himself

thats the big reason he does these crazy things. he knows hes the underdog here, knows he inexperienced and small and people look down on him- and even though hes scared he still has a sense of pride, a sense of duty. he wants to prove that he can do this. he will put everything on the line, even if it terrifies him, because its what needs to be done and he wants to prove that it CAN be done

a big portion of that comes from his admiration of the others, especially ruby (which is very sweet by the way- hes still a bit starstruck by everyone). in the scene where he confronts ruby about how shes “okay with any of this”, that was the validation he needed to go through with things despite his doubts because guess what? the people he idolizes are scared too, but thats not stopping THEM. so it shouldnt stop him either

which brings me to my favorite trait that is often overlooked-

4. hes stubborn

this kid is so headstrong. the very fact that he was able to overpower oz’s control over his body just to tell the others he was hiding something is a testament to that- we didnt even know that was POSSIBLE before! there are times where hes unsure of himself, but as his confidence has grown hes shown just how much conviction he has in the things he truly believes in. he wants to prove himself and nothing will stand in his way. his whole life is being thrown out the window for the sake of some eons-old war? fine, he’ll do everything he can to fight for what he cares about. he makes the decision to put others before himself. he won’t let someone else do it for him, he won’t let the people he looks up to make him run away, and he wont give up. ever

thats the biggest thing- he DOES. NOT. GIVE UP. EVER. unless hes convinced otherwise- which is very hard to do- hes GOING to do what he has to. he wont let himself be disheartened or beaten down because he just doesnt give up. if he ever truly loses a fight you bet its going to be because he was dragged down kicking and screaming the whole way, he was taken by a cheap shot, or because he took a hit for someone else (because he would do that, no hesitation, not for a second)

did i mention hes FUCKING FOURTEEN?

hes fourteen, and hes proven hes willing to

1. give up everything he knows

2. give up his IDENTITY

3. literally DIE

for what he believes in

HE. IS. A. CHILD.

and heres where things get really interesting

because, like, think back to when you were 14. the world is scary, you dont know who you are or what you want to be, and most importantly youre just learning about how your actions affect other people. this stage of your life makes you incredibly volatile because, and this is just child psychology, your worldview has just barely expanded beyond the self. the way you perceive the world is still shadowed by how YOUR actions affect others- other contributing factors dont lend themselves to scrutiny easily

that means you blame yourself

a lot

and now think about this- at this stage in your life, if your identity is stripped away from you, if people treat you like youre no one, directly tell you youre not your own person, take your autonomy, and treat you badly? if they hurt you or accuse you of things?

you start to think they might be right

i dont think oscars apparent acceptance of this situation is because he thinks things are ok. its less acceptance and more resignation

he does what he has to because he doesnt matter

he isnt important right now

and ok, you might think this is diving into fanon, and thats fine! you dont have to agree with me

but the facts are there, and the facts are hes pretty much been told over and over again that he, his feelings, and his identity are of no consequence in the face of what “needs to be done”, and hes resigned to that

and frankly, that reminds me a lot of a certain self-destructive blond (who gets a lot more screentime than i personally care for but thats all one)

“If I die buying them time, then it’s worth it. They’re the ones that matter.”

frankly, the fact that it was jaune himself who cornered oscar like that in chapter 8, and it was the very next chapter where his grief and self-destruction met its resolution, tells me that he may be instrumental in oscars eventual admittance to the same thought process

which would be a cool way to show jaunes growth as well- hed be confronted with a mirror of himself and have to show why he was wrong

i really do hope this is the route the writers take, especially if they decide to echo the very same line but this time from oscar. that would be very cool

ANYWAY this was longer than i thought it would be ;w; hope ive successfully converted you to the oscar love corner!

[flyaway-33]

I’ll Take Care of You-- Part 2

Roger x Reader

Summary: After the concert, Roger only gets sicker and you convince him to seek medical care. Fluff.

Warnings: Vomiting, nudity, mentions of hospital.

The cold night air and beautifully clear, starry sky shocked you as you lead Roger out of a secluded back exit to the awaiting car. It was quite a contrast to the roaring stadium you had just exited. The two of you headed straight back to the hotel while the other three band members, still giddy with adrenalin went for drinks somewhere. You dragged Roger straight to the bathroom when you got back to your hotel room and immediately ran the bath. 

“Strip.” You instructed. 

“What, no foreplay?” Roger chuckled, but shook his head and did as he was told when you shot him an angry glare. 

You pulled off your own sweaty clothes and felt the water to make sure it was a good temperature. You knew Roger liked it hot to soothe his sore muscles after a long night of giving 110 percent to his drums. He went to get in the bath and you held his arm to steady him as he stepped in and helped him lower himself into the steaming water, the epitome of exhaustion. He leaned back but you pushed him forward almost aggressively. 

“Wha—?” He sounded very annoyed as he glanced up at you in question. 

“I’m the big spoon tonight. You’re relaxing.” You slipped into the water behind him, straddling his body and it was an odd position to be in as he was a few inches taller than you. You pulled him back to lean on you and guided his head down to rest on your shoulder. Roger slowly relaxed as you poured several cups of water over his head and began to massage shampoo into his luscious hair. A smile crept onto your lips as you ran your fingers through it, washing away the pain of the day. His eyes were closed and a light smile played at his lips as well as you soaked up the joy that taking care of him gave you. It was such a sweet moment between the two of you, and if it weren’t for the fact that you knew Rog felt terrible you would want it to last forever. 

Once you were finished spoiling him and took care of yourself as well, you nudged for him to get up. The water was getting cold and you didn’t need for him to get any sicker. The two of you toweled off and both stumbled to bed in exhaustion, neglecting clothes and wanting nothing more than to surround each other in warmth and sleep. Roger sprawled himself out face down on the bed and you clambered on top of him to kiss his cheek before rolling over and curling into his side, his feverish body giving you the warmth the blankets he was laying on top of never could. 

The peacefulness didn’t last more than an hour, though. He tossed and turned, mumbling in his sleep, and woke up in a cold sweat, shaking slightly. “Get under the covers.” You demanded as he shuddered. 

“I don’t feel well…” he moaned and you got the hint. You leapt out of bed and grabbed the wastebasket from beside the dresser and slid it under his chin just in time. 

“You haven’t eaten, I don’t understand how you’re still throwing up.” You sighed pinching the bridge of your nose at the sound of the painful empty retching. Seeing him like this was difficult, especially when he was normally full of life and energy. It was unnerving to see him so vulnerable and weak.

“Its water” he grumbled, reaching for the bottle of it from the bedside table. “Never ending cycle.” 

“Small sips.” You reminded him. “You’ll be better soon. Maybe we should take you to a hospital? They can give you fluids and it will at the very least make you feel a little better. You’re dehydrated, babe.” 

“I’m not going to a hospital, the press would have a field day speculating when it’s probably just the bloody stomach flu.” Roger relaxed into the bed once more, this time maneuvering under the blankets. “Leave that trashcan next to the bed, if you will. Thank you, love.”

“Of course, babe.” You kissed his forehead and climbed under the covers beside him once more. “You need to try to eat something in the morning, okay? Even if it comes back up you just need to try for me.”

“I will, love.” He mumbled as he drifted back to sleep. You watched him for a little while, admiring his features in the glow of the moon drifting through the window. His long eyelashes rested lightly on his cheeks and his messy blond hair gave him an adorable boyish look. His baby face along with his mischievous tendencies gave you a rush that made you feel like a teenager again. You weren’t sure how you’d gotten so lucky. 

Once again, you felt like you were asleep for five minutes when this time you and Roger were ambushed by an overly energetic Freddie leaping onto the two of you. 

“Arg!”

“Oof!”

You and Roger protested the rude awakening as Freddie greeted you loudly in a sing-song voice. “Good morning lovies! We need to be on the bus in one hour so lets get a move on!”

“An hour, Fred? Its 4 am! Wake me up in 45.” Roger groaned running a hand down his face. 

“Looks like you felt better last night.” Freddie commented, noticing the lack of clothes. 

“No, actually. I just felt too shitty to put clothes on to be honest. Now fuck off!”

“Oh no no, you won’t be saying that. I’ve ordered room service to be delivered here for us all and Brian and John will be over in 10. We need to get a good meal in before our travels!” 

“The thought of food makes me nauseous. Did you lot even sleep last night?”

“You haven’t eaten in over 24 hours, darling,” Freddie’s voice lowered in concern. “you must at least make an effort. And anyway, no, we didn’t, we just got back about an hour ago to get our showers and pack up, actually.”

“Ugh fuck off, I don’t have the energy for this.” Roger moaned, pulling a pillow over his head. “I’ll try a piece of toast if it’ll make the two of you happy.” His voice was muffled comically by the pillow. 

“Thats the spirit!” Freddie laughed, finally climbing off of you two and waltzing over to the open suitcase. “Now what will we put ‘Rainbow’ Meddows Taylor in today, hmm?” Freddie began pawing through the multicolored garments.

“I don’t know, Fred but can you toss me a shirt? I don’t need to be naked in front of all four members of Queen today.” You sighed sitting up and rubbing your eyes. 

“Why not?” He shot back, tossing a random shirt onto the bed. “It would be quite a story for the ages.” 

You rolled your eyes and pulled the shirt on over your head, finding that it was one of Roger’s threadbare lounge tees that he would normally just wear to bed and it fell just barely long enough. You got to your feet and glanced back at Roger, intending to flirt from afar on your way to the bathroom, but as he began to sit up the mesmerized smile he had started to give you faltered and he squeezed his eyes shut, sitting so still propped up on his elbows that he didn’t look real. 

“Rog?” You asked, heading back to his bedside. Freddie glanced up from the suitcase. 

“Dizzy.” Roger said shortly before his lips pressed close into a tight, thin line. 

“Breathe, honey, you’re not helping yourself like that.” You cooed, sitting beside him and putting a comforting arm around him. 

“That’s what happens when you don’t eat!” Freddie sang, standing with a single clap of his hands. A knock sounded at the door. “Perfect timing” he chimed, striding over to the door to let the bellhop in with the room service cart. He tipped him and sent him on his way in a bit of a rush, trying to uphold Roger’s privacy as much as he could. No one outside of the tour family needed to see him in the state he was in. 

Meer seconds after the food arrived so did the other half of Queen. Brian and John strode in, laughing about some joke John was telling. Roger opened his eyes and peeked up at them, annoyed at their volume, but he didn’t comment. 

You helped him fully sit up slowly and brought him a piece of toast. “Here, just try for me.”

“Still not feeling well, Rog?” Brian asked as he started to load a plate for himself with eggs and fruit, perching on the end of the bed and giving him a look filled with pitty. 

“I feel worse than yesterday, honestly.” He grunted in response before cautiously nibbling at a corner of the toast. “Doesn’t help that we haven’t been able to sleep.”

“You can sleep all day on the bus.” Deaky smiled softly, taking the chair in the corner with his own plate piled high. 

“So far so good.” You commented as Roger took a bigger bite and he gave you a gentle smile. 

Everyone was able to get on the bus by 5 am by some sort of miracle, and Roger had been managing two pieces of toast just fine and was starting to feel more confident, though he claimed he still felt terrible. You yourself were feeling a bit run down, but you brushed it off as the messed up sleep schedule. Everyone went to bed, as soon as they boarded the bus, retreating to the small bunks that were made private with black out curtains hung over the sides. Roger’s bunk was above Freddie’s on the left side, and because you weren’t really supposed to be with them, you had to either squeeze in with him or take the couch and as usual Roger requested you come and snuggle close with him. 

It was always a tight squeeze on the single bed with hardly enough room for him let alone the both of you. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you’d be more comfortable on the couch, especially since Roger didn’t exactly try to save you space when he was sleeping. But like a good girlfriend, you crawled up into the cramped bunk with him and squeezed between him and the wall. His body was still hotter than usual and you frowned to yourself, concerned with his wellbeing. You ran your fingers through his hair and lulled him to sleep, and he was out in seconds, but you couldn’t relax enough to even think of sleep. Instead you continued to play with a lock of his baby blond hair, smiling to yourself at how soft it felt between your fingers. 

As the bus finally began to move he shifted in his sleep, his brow furrowing and his mouth twisting into a troubled frown. You gently inched up and kissed his temple softly. “Shh, you’re okay, Rog,” you whispered as quietly as you could. His face relaxed and he turned to face you, his heavy arm pulling you tight to his chest as he snuggled close in his sleep. You had to use every ounce of self control not to squeal in delight and melt into a puddle. It amazed you how soft and affectionate bad boy Roger could be, even if he wasn’t conscious at the time. 

To your surprise you were able to drift of to a peaceful sleep wrapped in his arms.  A half hour later you were knelt behind Roger in the minuscule bus bathroom rubbing his back as he vomited up his breakfast. 

You were exhausted from taking care of him for the past two days. This cycle was getting old fast and all you wanted was a long, deep sleep, but you knew it wouldn’t happen as long as you were with Queen and especially as long as Roger was ill. It was just hardwired in your nature to take care of people and you knew you could never make him fend for himself. 

Instead of taking him back to his bunk when he finished, you lead him to the sofa bed and adjusted it into bed form as Roger wobbled where he stood. You gently laid him down and went back to his bunk for his duvet. You draped it over him before climbing in beside him. This arrangement was much more comfortable than the tiny box that was his bunk and you could stretch out just a little. You pulled his head over to rest on your shoulder and he wordlessly nestled into your side. You ran your hands through his soft hair and frowned, feeling how warm he still was, and wished he wasn’t too stubborn to go to a doctor.  

This time he didn’t go back to sleep but instead played with the hem of your shirt, silently brooding. 

“Whatcha thinkin about, Rog?” You hummed as you continued to pet him. 

“How much I love you.” He sighed nonchalantly and your heart soared. 

“Oh honey…” you began with a huge smile. 

“Hold on I’m not done.” He said, shifting to sit up on his elbow so that he could see you. “You’re too good to me. You’ve practically been my personal nurse for the past two days and haven’t complained at all even though I can see how tired you are. You’re so beautiful and you’re so perfect. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

“Rog… are you crying?” You asked due to the thickness of his voice and the glassiness that had formed over his gorgeous blue eyes. He quickly looked away and rubbed a hand over his face.  

“No, its just it makes me emotional thinking about it, thats all.” 

“Oh honey don’t cry,” you giggled, pulling him back down to you. “I love you and I’m going to take care of you as long as you’ll let me.” You cooed, stroking his hair once more. You felt your shirt becoming damp and knew he was silently shedding tears. Your heart ached for him, wishing that he didn’t feel like he had to hide his emotions from you. You wanted to see all of them, the good, the bad, the ugly, everything. “Rog, look at me.” 

He pulled his head up and met your gaze, his eyes glazed and red and a frown had formed on his rosy lips, causing a deep line to form between his furrowed brows. 

“Something’s wrong.” You stated. “Tell me.” 

“I just want to feel better.” His voice was thick, you could hear the lump in his throat and it made one form in yours as well. You had never seen him so pathetic but you knew the lack of sleep and food was what was getting to him. 

“I’m worried about you, babe.” You sighed, at a loss for words of substance, and hugged him tight. “I think you’re running yourself into the ground. You’re dehydrated and exhausted, and I really think we should get you medical care.”

“I think you’re right…”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise: Roger never gave in. Immediately your mind jumped to strategy. Taking him to a hospital would be tricky in the large, conspicuous tour bus, and Roger hated press speculation with a passion. Everyone knew that the minute a member of Queen was spotted anywhere near a hospital rumors and false stories would fly.

“Okay, we’ll get you there. Should I tell the driver we need to go to the next hospital?”

“No, can we talk to the others first? We can wait for them to get up.”

“Honey, the sooner we can get you care the sooner you’ll feel better.” 

“I know, it’s just— okay fine, we can wake them.” Roger’s face broke your heart, and you knew from all the uncharacteristic giving in he was doing that he was downright miserable.

You kissed his forehead and got up to go wake the boys, knowing, but keeping to yourself that this was not going to be a fun trip. 

[fuckingthefictional]

Dating Reggie Mantle would include (Part 1):

M A S T E R L I S T 

So in school you were in no way popular

You like to stay under the radar

Attention just wasn’t your thing. 

Literally you got up, went to school, did the work to the best of your ability and went home. Simple as that.

You didn’t really have friends you just never found anyone to fit in with

Cut to the end of a school day when Principal Weatherbee asked you to stay behind and come to his office

ShitShatFuck

So when the bell rang you gathered your stuff and went to meet with Weatherbee

You were shaking soosososo much me

But when you walked in you found Reggie Mantle sat sulking, Coach Clayton pacing and Principle Weatherbee tapping his fingers on the desk.

Lmao when they all looked up Reggie was fckin speechless

Who were you? How were you so beautiful? How had he never seen you before??

Turns out you weren’t in any trouble, it was just the small problem that Reggie couldn’t continue playing football for this season unless he got his grades up

THats where you came in. Tutor Girl to the rescue Did anyone get that reference

So you came up with a plan that everyday you’d tutor him for at least an hour. 

At first you just met up in the library after school, or if he had practice you’d find yourself sat on the bleachers doing homework or extra credit work while you waited.

But slowly you and Reggie began to get to know each other

dare i say  f r i e n d s 

So soon enough the library was replaced with places like his house, your house and occasionally pops.

It became a tradition that every study session you had together, he’d turn up and as a greeting he’d give you a cheesy ass pick up line

“hey y/n are you a camera because every time i think of you i ca only picture us together.”

“I’d say God bless you, but it appears that he already did.”

“Do you know what this shirt is made of...Boyfriend material.”

I’m no Mathematician but I know I’m good with numbers. If you give me yours then you ca watch what i do with them

“Reggie I know you’re not a mathematician, that’s why you’re failing math.”

it makes you laugh every. single. time

Reggie would suddenly stop being a huge flirt and playboy with every girl he laid his eyes on.

oooooooof protective!reggie is so apparent

Like he will automatically go into protective mode if anything happens to you.

Like Chuck once wolf whistled and made an overly sexual comment about you when you were trying to put your books in your locker.

And what happens? Before you could respond Chuck’s body was being slammed up against the locker next to you

“If you say anything to her ever again Clayton...You’ll be a dead man. Stay. Away. From. Her. Got it?”

“What stick’s been pushed up your ass Mantle? Are you jealous?”

Reggie punched him point blank in the face and stormed out of the school entrance. Leaving you to run after him.

“Reggie! Reggie wait!”

Why were is legs so long, you’re only a smol person

When you finally caught up with him e was still fuming. He was red in the face his fists were clenched and he was about to snap. 

So you gently take his hand in yours and ease it out of a tight ball.

It was instinct I swear

You’d guide him to your car and you’d drive him towards pops.

“Reg you stay here, I’ll be gone for 5 minutes okay?” When he began to interject you just kissed his cheek and opened the car door, before locking it again.

Where did you go? To get some lunch for the both of you? Why? BEcause the best way to Reggie’s heart like any teenage boy is food. Bonus points if its from pops.

Afterwards you drive back towards your house, it would be empty and your parents were on a 4 week long work trip. 

You guided Reggie up into your room and sat him down on your bed.

“Reg, what happened. WHy did you snap like that.”

“I couldn’t just stand there and watch you get harassed by that asshole. I couldn’t hear him say those things about my girl. I couldn’t watch you become apart of his stupid game and that fucking playbook.”

“Reggie... what do you mean playbook?”

“It’s some stupid game that the rest of the jocks play. They rank girls they’ve slept with and give them points and shit.”

“Reg, please tell me you’ve neve-”

“No y/n/n, I would never. I may be a player but i was raised better than that. Could you imagine if my mom found out. My ass would be 6 feet under before the playbook could even be exposed.”

You giggled at that. Reggie may seem thick skinned but when it came to his  mother he became a momma’s boy without hesitation.

A few moments later you noticed your hands had intertwined and your legs were touching.

“Did you say that I was “Your girl”?”

“What if I did?”

“Well maybe I’d like to officially be your girl.”

You just looked at each other and then lips fused together.

You found your hands melding with his silky locks and his hands crawled up your back eagerly.

soon enough it became a solid make out session.

Clothes were thrown, curses were moaned.

so after this you just cuddled for the rest of the day. And Reggie just became the biggest teddy bear. He’d just stroke your hair and whisper sweet nothings into your ears.

“Hey Y/N/N what if I never want this to end, what if I want you to be in my arms and never let go.”

“Then hold me tight and don’t let me slip.”

“Then will you be mine?” 

“Always.”

When everyone at Riverdale high found out about your relationship, they immediately expected it to last for no more than a week

You were suddenly cornered by Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge at lunch where they asked if you needed help getting out of your ‘relationship’

“Why would I need to get out of a relationship with Reggie?”

“Because nobody would willingly get into one with him?!”

“Then you obviously don’t know the real Reggie. And since you’re both so great at relationships then you should have no problems fixing your own which by the way are both practically crumbling beneath your feet.”

Turns out the entire football team heard it, plus a few cheerleaders. 

That’s when your earned a new type of respect, you were more than just “Reggie’s new girl”. You had fire.

And that is how you and Cheryl became friends. Cut to a few months and you’d be more like sisters. 

You would become Cheryl’s second in command. You even joined cheer. Something your boyfriend found incredibly hot

Every single football game you’d be cheering on Reggie. And to everyone’s disbelief Cheryl even let you wear Reggie’s jersey when you weren’t performing. 

Cheryl being soft is everything to me

She just deserves happiness

Lets just say that the whole idea of you and Reggie only lasting a week was cut down completely 

Because you lasted longer than anyone else, or any other couple.

Dates at pops are a must.

Whenever he is working out you sit on his back and quiz him on different subjects. 

His mom adores you, like Reggie gets high-key jealous of the attention you get.

“I feel left out!”

“Reggie, Sweetie- I have spent all of your life with you. Just the two of us. I think you can take a couple of minutes of me hugging my future daughter in law.”

Blushing and snickering ensue.

In fact Mrs Mantle lets you stay over whenever you want. SOmething Reggie absolutely  loves

Like its so obvious that you’ve changed him for the better which is something his mom is so happy about. Because before he was indulging in drugs, partying and sleeping around, but now he has actually settled down despite only being in high school. 

Reggie would 100% teach guys on the football team how to actually respect their girls. Because “Treating your girl like a dick isn’t a good thing” and “you should be treating her like a princess every minute of the damn day.” 

Basically you having a good influence on Reggie would have a knockoff effect on the rest of the football team.

Just Reggie Mantle Man I need him

Mantle the Magnificent indeedy.

[youngster-monster]

a soul that’s born in cold and rain

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Death is the endless starlit road, going from and to nowhere. On each side sprawls a forest of pines, branches heavy with snow, held silent and still in darkness. He must walk, though he is lost and alone here: the only way out lies ahead, whatever it may be. 

There is no light save for the distant glow of silver stars, no movement but the snowflakes falling slowly from the sky, no sound but the crunching of snow under his feet. No colors but white and grey, the world dimmed by frost and night.

And then all of this changes.

Northern lights held in the shape of a beast, cosmic colors swirling in dreamy patterns as it stands in his path, its bright eyes boring into his.

"I'm supposed to walk," he says, more a question than a request.

"When have you ever done what you were supposed to?" She asks.

On these words she turns her back to him and walks into the woods. The warmth of her presence lingers like heat on a summer night until her tail disappears between the dark trees.

He steps off the path and follows her in the dark.

(Cayde-6 comes back to life shivering, his body freezing except where a furry body is pressed against his side.

"Hello, Guardian," the wolf says, her open maw like a smile, teeth sharp and eyes bright.

He names her Sundance, for the way the weak winter sun shines over her tawny coat. She laughs, hyena like, and calls him a sap, but there's genuine warmth in her eyes when she looks at him.)

2.

Death is the yawning abyss that devours all, the great beast waiting at the end of entropy, that which is and comes from oblivion.

The darkness is smothering, cold and heavy where it sits on their chest, inside their throat, reaching, spreading, covering them, burying them–

They grip at their throat, gasping for air, refusing to give in to the great nothingness stealing their breath. The sound of it is like claws digging into dirt, a persistent scratching, scrapping, searching–

Until it gives out, ever so slightly, all of it, the weight in their lungs and the sound in their eyes. The darkness seems to crumble on itself, just a piece of it, just enough to allow through a small head, tall ears, eyes like black light, dark and luminescent all at once.

"If it catches you, it will kill you," she says, voice like the whispers of wind. "But first it must catch you."

They want to say they are already caught, already trapped, but the darkness gave in, gave out, and there is just enough space for them to stand. As long as she is by their side they would always be just enough space to stand, to breath, unburied.

Uncaught.

She runs, then, as is in her nature. And it must be in theirs, too, because they follow, through the winding tunnels of darkness.

(Occam claws their way back to life, through of six foot of graveyard dirt and the suffocating fear of what lies below. Up above they hear scratching, digging, scrapping, searching–

For them.

They drag themself to the surface and the first thing they see is the rabbit, jittery eyes and ever-moving ears even in her prey-stillness.

She doesn't speak but her small body is soft and warm, alive in a way they forgot they knew. They burry their fingers in her fur like a man drowning and their hearts beat as one, rabbit-fast.)

3. 

Death is a pond, quiet and dark, overgrown with weeds, and the water clings to her skin and tries to drag her under.

"You're drowning already," the duck says, sounding unconcerned but not unkind. The feathers he is grooming are milky-white, like the moon seen through clouds. "Why not take the dive?" 

He plunges his head in the water. His voice comes out distant as he warns her, Keep your eyes open.

She does even though she feels like she should not. She dunks her head into the water–

(Lek comes awake gasping for breath, waterlogged white hair being gently groomed by the duck sitting on her chest.

"It does no good to linger," he says, "In life or in death. You look terrible, dear."

She shrugs the comment off, as unbothered by it as he is by the water on his back, and lets the sun on her skin and the weight on her chest chase the cold of the water away.)

4. 

Death is a crushing ocean, is an endless plain of tall grass, is blindness and silence, is the wide open sky.

(Salvation is a grasping octopus, is a lioness with fur like wildfire, is a hound pressed against your side, is teeth and claws and wings and a thousand things to find the way back home.)

Death is great and inescapable and ever changing.

(So are they.)

5.

Razel's Ghost is not settled.

It's hard to miss, what with the way he shifts constantly. In the field he does it to better fit their surroundings, hiding under Razel's clothes and fighting at his side in turns, one moment a small gecko under the collar of his coat and the next a tiger tearing through Vex circuits like it's tissue paper. In the Tower he is no less restless than Razel is, and while he fidgets and runs around his Ghost orbits around him in his robotic Core form, lands on top of Ikora's desk as a cat before jumping above the rail and taking to the sky on the small wings of a sparrow.

It's obvious. Doesn't mean Razel notices it.

Or rather, he doesn't notice it's not the norm. Most Ghosts keep to themselves, only talking to their Guardian rather than for them. He assumes the same goes for their shapeshifting. Maybe it's a social no-no, letting your Ghost go through a dozen form a minute in front of everyone. That would explain why they keep staring at Cubix and him like… that.

He goes to ask Ikora, eventually, because he trusts Cayde with many things but social etiquette isn't one of them.

"Ghosts typically settle after a few resurrections, most after the first one," she tells him, watching Cubix flit between forms, trying to decide on which one to wear for the day. "It's not that they don't shift in public. It's simply that they can't, ever. An unsettled Ghost after so many resurrections is practically unheard of."

"But... Why?" Razel asks. There are so many advantages to having an unsettled Ghost, after all.

She smiles at his confusion. "They only take this form to better guide our souls back to our body- to life. Once they find the most adapted to the task, they stop changing."

"That makes... Like, no sense. At all."

That brings a calculating look to her face. Her eyes go to Cubix briefly before she brings her attention back to him.

"Tell me, Razel, what do you see when you die?"

"Hm- what? I mean. Nothing, because I'm like. Dead?"

She hums thoughtfully at that but doesn't explain herself further. Razel takes it that the conversation is over and leaves quietly, even more confused than before.

6. 

He asks Cayde first, as usual.

Well. Technically, he asks Sundance.

"How did you know?" He asks, cross-legged in front of her. 

She doesn't usually talk to people outside of Cayde, but he found that he's an exception to many things, this included.

"He was already a wolf," she says. 

"I'm pretty sure he was also a robot back then."

"In soul, not body. He was a hunter, but a lonely one. Lost without a pack to hunt at his side. I became that pack."

Thats answers literally none of his questions. By the wolf-grin she gives him, she knows it.

He groans. "Thanks. I guess."

Time for a poll then.

-

"She has the heart of a lion," Jason, Ayin's Ghost, tells them. He trapped Cubix under his paws to stop him from running around and has been aggressively grooming him since the beginning of their discussion. Cubix looks disgruntled by it but doesn't dare try to break free. Smart Ghost. "A born leader. A huntress. It was only natural that I take the shape of her soul to better guide it back to life."

One last good lick and the lion releases Cubix. Immediately he turns into a hummingbird and flies up to Razel, hiding in the fold of his collar least Jason decides he needs another bath.

Jason is still laughing when they walk away, a low, rumbling sound that follows them out of the room.

-

Sable's Ghost is an octopus. She doesn't need water, because she's not a real animal, just a pure manifestation of Light shaped like an octopus, but Razel still feels uneasy watching her wrap her tentacles around Sable's shoulders. He wants to dunk her in a bucket of water just in case she actually needs it and they both forget it. It wouldn't be a surprise: Sable forgets a lot of things like that. Sleeping, eating regularly, where she put her keys...

A bit like Razel actually. They're the Tower's less functional Warlocks, which is really saying something.

"She has a mind like none other," Virgo says. Sable smiles distractedly at the compliment. "And I'm a cephalopod like none other. The way she thinks- always moving, adapting..."

Razel watches the constant curling of Virgo's tentacles around Sable's arms and shoulders, the way she changes colors until making all but one with Sable's lab robes, and thinks he has an idea of what she means. Probably.

They don't even notice him go. He makes a mental note to bring Sable something to it tonight. And an aquarium. Just in case.

-

Sunny is a delight to be around. She has a voice like summer rain, clear and comforting, and a permanent dog-smile on, even when things are tough. Razel would love to pet her but he's not sure if he's close enough to Thyme to ask that.

"Thyme needed a guide," she says, his head pillowed on her Guardian's thigh while she pets him. "And a friend. I knew she would like a Golden Retriever, and so here I am."

"That's it? She just wanted a dog?"

They both shrug in unison. "It doesn't have to be complicated," Thyme says.

Guess it doesn't, huh.

-

"So it comes from either my heart, my mind, my soul, what I want, or any combination of those four." Razel stares at Cubix with narrowed eyes, eyebrows drawn together in deep thought. Then he heaves a sigh and drops on his back. His mattress dips under Cubix's weight as his Ghost – currently shaped like a farm rabbit – hops next to him and smuggles against his side. "That didn't help like, at all."

"Do you want me to settle?" Cubix asks.

"I- huh. Not really, I guess." 

He likes having Cubix turn into a bear during a fight, but it doesn't seem like a very convenient shape to sleep with – his ship only has so much space.

Cubix tucks his head in the crook of Razel's arms. "There you have it, then," he says and promptly falls asleep.

And that, as they say, is that.

6.

Apparently you're not supposed to touch other Ghosts, either.

Shame they didn't learn that before Razel got his hands all over Sundance.

She just looks so fluffy, dozing next to Cayde while they chat. And they touch all the time – Razel and Cayde, Cayde and Sundance, Sundance and Cubix. It kind of makes sense to cut the middle man and just get his hands on her, right? She must be so soft.

He extends his hand and brushes his fingers between her ears.

It's the slightest touch, because he may be an idiot but he's not an asshole, he respects people's personal space. He's waiting for her to give him permission for a full petting session. But he doesn't get further than that.

His bare fingers touch her and it's like he's touching a live wire and dipping his whole body is fire and holding a star in his hands, all at once. His arms tenses and he gasps soundlessly, chest heaving, and so does she, so does Cayde–

The sensation eases in a second and he snatches his hand back as soon as he can, cringing at the pained sound she makes. Cayde's fingers are inches from his, reaching to stop him and frozen in place.

"Sorry," he rushes out, rubbing at his fingers and not quite looking at Cayde. "I didn't-"

Cayde's hand slowly falls back in his lap. He opens his mouth and makes a faint clicking sound, inner mechanisms rearranging themselves to better accommodate speech, and if he had a flesh and blood body it would be an audible swallow, probably. That's what it reminds Razel of, at least. 

He's tremendously fond of Cayde's little noises.

"It's fine," Cayde chokes out eventually. "You- It's fine."

It doesn't sound fine, but Razel isn't going to put up a debate. He nudges the donut box Cayde's way, instead, in silent apology. There's only one left. He can have it... Just this once.

7. 

The feeling of it– lingers. A static-y kind of feeling under his skin, an itch he can't scratch.

He has to do something about it

"Here."

Cayde looks up from his report to Razel, who's standing there like an idiot, Cubix dangling from his outreached hands. He's shaped like a cat today, because they both consider that to be his most pettable form.

"What?"

He sways Cubix slightly. "Take him."

"... What?" 

Cayde is very eloquent today. He's not often speechless but right now he's blinking owlishly at the two of them, mouth opening but no sound coming out.

Razel sighs. "I shouldn't have touched Sundance without asking. I'm sorry. But you can touch Cubix, if you want. As, you know. Payback or something."

Cayde shakes his head as if waking up from a daydream. "I told you it's fine," he says. "You don't have to feel like you have to-"

"I want you to though."

Back at it again with the dumbfounded blinking. Sundance, who he's carefully not looking at, follow the gentle swaying of Cubix his in grip with her golden eyes, no other part of her body moving.

"You what?"

"I asked Lek, about the whole... Touching daemons thing." Lek is an expert, or she acts like she's one, which is kind of the same thing. She never says no to explaining stuff to him, even if she spends most of her explanation laughing at him. "So, it's fine if you don't want me to touch Sundance. But you can touch Cubix. If you want. Because I do. Because you're important to me and I like you a lot. But it's fine if you don't want to."

"I- What?" 

Traveler, he's slow today.

Razel takes matters into his own hands, crosses the space separating them in two steps and drop Cubix in Cayde's lap.

Cayde's hands fly up and stay there, hovering above Cubix. The cat has already curled up in his new spot, carefully not touching any bare stretch of metal in case Cayde doesn't want this.

Again, that faint clicking sound as Cayde glances from Cubix to Razel back to the Ghost.

Slowly, carefully, giving them both time to say no, say nevermind this is weird actually. They don't. His fingers brush against Cubix's back.

The reaction is... Quieter, this time around. A shivers that goes through all four of them. Razel's breath stutters in his throat. Warmth bloom in his chest, spread through his limbs to the very tip of his fingers. He exhales slowly, shoulders relaxing, opens eyes he didn't notice himself closing.

Cayde is carding his fingers through Cubix's fur with a dazed look in his eyes. Every touch is like static, settling into bonfire-warmth in the pit of Razel's stomach.

"Well," he says, then stops. His brain isn't exactly up to words right now. "Cool."

He sits down on the ground next to Cayde, folds his legs, lays his shaking hands in his lap and his head against Cayde's thigh. He breathes in deeply, closes his eyes again, and lets the feeling of absolute love and contentment radiating from Cubix lull him to sleep.

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Help | Part 4

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Pairing: Dad!Tony x Stark!Reader x Peter

Warnings: Slight bullying, mention of loss, struggle near the end. 

Summary: You are Tony Starks daughter and Peter is one of your good friends. You don’t like to be helped until one day, when you aren’t able to refuse it. Even Tony might need to ask for it, a lot of it, to help save you. 

A/N: This is where it really gets good. I loved writing this chapter, I hope you guys enjoy. I’m super pumped to get the next couple out, I love the idea I have on how this all plays out. Please let me know what you think, leave comments, reblog please, if you want to be on the tag list let me know :) 

Catching your breath, you try to focus on something that is not the handsome boy right in front of you. “I’m kinda hungry, wanna eat?” 

You immediately start heading to the side of the pool, you glance at Jackie and roll your eyes. She smiles back at you and sends a little wave, she was very proud of herself. Grabbing the side of the pool you pull yourself up. You were soaked, hair pressed against your neck and back, you think you look like a mess and as bonus you are extremely flustered. You bite your lower lip to hide a smile, not letting it show that your stomach was going crazy with butterflies. 

Everyone starts making their way over to the food. Walking over to the towel rack to dry off first Peter follows you. You grab a towel and wrap it around you so you can try to get warm, bringing your hair around to one side and giving it a little twist to stay in place. You look up to Peter, he has the towel pressed against his face to dry off, his clothes are dripping. He takes his hands away from his face, looking right at you. A little laugh escapes from both of you. “Thanks a lot” You look away, feeling you start to blush.

“Anytime (Y/N), I mean I know how you hate to lose” He started getting flustered. “I, um, I should go inside. Mr. Stark wanted to go over new tech and things.” He starts to back away and go inside. The realization of what just happened starts to take over him. 

“Hey Peter, leaving already?” This time it was Alyssa’s voice calling out to him. She takes a couple steps closer to you guys, away from the rest of the team. 

Peter nods “Um, Yeah. I should really get back to work.”

Alyssa pouts her lower lip in disappointment. You know she won’t let it go this easy. “Will you be at the game tomorrow? You should come. It’ll be fun, you can see Stark here in action too.” She looks over to you, smiles then focuses back on Peter with a smile across her face in amusement of what she is doing.

He stood silent for a moment as he looks between the two of you. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open trying to figure out what to say. “Yeah, ah sure. I mean if you want me to” He focuses back onto you to make sure you are okay with it. 

You are frozen trying to find a way not to seem to eager for him to come. “Of course, I know my dad and Pepper will be there too.” 

“Okay, cool. Cool” Peter starts to relax his shoulders. He looks behind him inside the house. “I should really be going though. Bye” Waving to everyone then to you specifically, a smile appears on his face as he runs inside. You think about how lucky he is that there are spare clothes here for him just in case for the whole spiderman thing.

Making your way over to the rest of the team to eat, everyone is staring at you. All ready to start pressing you for details and getting you to admit that you like him. Taking a deep breath in anticipation you dread what is about to come. 

“Stark, you are stopper. Nothing should get passed you, if you see an opportunity to go up take it.” Your coach started giving out starting positions. “Sam, you are starting in net. Alyssa and Maria, you are my outside defense. Holland you are sweeper, stay behind Stark you are her back up. Jackie and Sara you are starting strikers. Take your shots. Julia, McClain in the wings. Lauren and Jaz you are my inside mids”

Everyone nods and run to the field to start pregame warm ups. You had the captain armband as usual so you guide warm ups. For the most part everyone has it down pat so it was pretty easy. The forwards are warming up the keeper, midfield and defense are doing long passes and working on movement. The referee blows the whistle, signaling the coin toss. You pass the ball and alert them you are leaving. “Jackie, come join me for the toss.” You call out, waving her to follow you. It is better to have two of you there, just because you can and most teams do anyways.  

In the center of the field you meet two players from the other team. “Oh hey look who it is, its little (Y/N) Stark.” One of the other girls crosses her arms and straightens up to try to intimidate you. “Shouldn’t your dad or someone be here to protect the little princess” 

You could feel your blood start to boil. “Okay sweetie” You try to belittle her the best you could, you aren’t the best at snarky comebacks, you didn’t get that gene from your dad. “Lets see who needs help after the game, okay?” You raise an eyebrow and press your lips to be intimidating. Finally the referees are joining you.

“Okay girls here we go, home team gets to call it in the air” He gestures to the other girls, then starts the coin toss. Flipping the coin,

“Tails” 

The ref catches the coin and flips it onto his hand, “Tails it is! Do you guys want to kick off?” He looks over to her,

“No, we will give it to them first” She smiles at him trying to act like she wasn’t just a bitch to you. “They’ll need it” The bitch looks over to you acting all cocky.

You just grab Jackie and walk back to the team. “Wow, that was bad” Jackie starts to laugh, “You really need to take some notes from your dad. It was embarrassing”.

“I know, I know. Shut up.” You laugh trying to brush it off. Thats when you look over in the stand and see your dad and Pepper waving at you to let you know they were there. Your dad was standing and waving both hands to make sure you saw him. Waving back to let them know you saw them you notice Peter sitting next to him. You blush, he actually came. You never thought he actually would.

“Ohh look who it is” Lauren comes running up to you, making a face as she moves her eyebrows. She is really excited for you, knowing that something must be between you guys to get him to come to the game. 

“Oh my god shut up” you turn away, brushing it off focusing on the game. You couldn’t help but let out a little smile and you bite your lip.

Everyone gets into formation as the ref blows his whistle to start the game. Sara scored a goal ten minutes in giving you guys the lead. The game is going good, your defense is keeping them in front and away from the goal. The ball is at the other net, their keeper is doing a goal kick. You are on the top of the center circle, the way she is standing and her positioning makes it obvious she is going to send it up rather than a simple pass. Her foot collides with the ball sending it towards your new friend a few feet away from you. Running over, the ball is clearly going over her head, not even a header is possible for her. You position yourself where the ball will come down. Jumping up , you cock your head back and bring it forward to hit the ball mid air. It hits your hairline and its sent over to a midfielder. Before you hit the ground you feel something smash against you, sending you flying to the side. You hit the ground hard, landing on your arm and sliding a foot or two. It hurt, your arm burned from the grass and there was a pain in your side from the impact. The wind was knocked out of you. Rolling on your stomach to lift yourself up easier you see your dad in the stands.

He is standing up with an angry but concerned look on his face. Poor Pepper looks terrified, her face looks like she just witnessed a murder. Next to them Peter has a worried expression on his face, looking like he wants to run on the field to make sure you weren’t hurt. Suddenly there is a hand on your back, its Maria trying to help you up and make sure you are okay. “I’m fine” and in typical (Y/N) fashion you ignore the hand that is reached out for support and get up yourself. You give your dad a look and nod your head so he knows you are okay. He likes to overreact anytime you are possibly hurt, he sits back in his seat relieved. Your breathing was still heavy as you try to regain control. 

“Not as strong as you think you are huh?” it was that girl. Of course she would be the one to play dirty and make contact when the ball isn’t in your possession. You just shoot her a dirty look, not having it with the game she is playing. “Maybe thats why the rest of the Avengers left. They didn’t want to be associated with you weaklings” She then gestures to your dad in the stands and backs away.

Your blood is boiling, you could feel the anger build up inside you. You are not about to let this bitch get away with this shit. It’s your free kick, she got a yellow card for her dirty play. You grab the other defenders “Lets so what we did in practice that one day”

They give you a concerned look, “Are you sure? We only did it once and it could have been a fluke” Holland spoke up shyly. 

“Yeah, I wanna try it” You start backing away towards the ball. Alyssa joins you, once the ref gave the signal you pass it to her a few feet away from you, it draws in one of their players, sending another towards the net. Alyssa passes it back to you and you take off down the field. Another player starts coming towards you to stop your momentum, you keep running but leave the ball for Maria who is right behind you. Everyone was in shock at how well this is working so far. Maria starts off to the center of the field and once someone is on her she passes it back outside to Jaz. You make your way to the net, getting ready for what should come next. Jaz brings her leg back and sends an air ball towards the corner of the net. Right where you are waiting, you only have one defender on you. Giving a little push you get in front of her, you jump up and lean your head to the side once the ball is in range you head it right into the net.

Everyone is running to you cheering. “I told you it would work!” You scream at the other defenders. 

“Thats my girl!” You can hear your dad screaming as he jumps up in the stands. He always gets so excited when you score a goal, being a defender it doesn’t happen much, he is always excited for you though. Pepper is clapping and cheering along with him. Peter is smiling, he notices you looking over and gives a thumbs up. 

As your running back to your side, you see the bitch. “Oh I’m sorry what was that?” you tilt your head and give a big smile knowing how pissed she is right now. Her face is red with anger, you focus back on your team and laugh. 

There are only 10 minutes left in the game and the score is three to zero, and that girl on the other team is mad. Her team gives her the ball, she doesn’t waste anytime as she tries to get down to your net. She is running hard, you are faster than her so you get a few steps in front of her. Your feet leave the ground and you turn your body to land in front of her, making full contact with the ball, none on her, the ball stops at your feet and she goes flying over you. Her face slams against the ground and she slides. You quickly get up and get control of the ball, passing it up the field and away from your net. Turning around you see her start to get up, blood is dripping off of her face. It was just a bloody nose. You keep your laughs in. Karma is a bitch. Her eyes are glued to you in rage, luckily for her the ball is out our bounds. She starts making her way over to you, she looks like she is about to punch you. You stand confidently, she has nothing on you, it was a clean and legal slide tackle. If she would make a move you could easily use what Natasha taught you and kick her ass. 

The ref steps in and sends her off the field because of the blood. Can’t play soccer while bleeding. Deciding to keep it classy you smile and give her a wave as she walks away. 

Winning 3-0 is pretty good for your first game of the season. It feels even better knowing you put that bitch in her place.”Hey Stark” Jackie grabs your shoulder, “Wanna go to Jimmy’s Diner? We are all going to go eat and hangout”

“Yeah, let me just tell my dad” 

“Don’t forget to say hi to lover boy” She laughs as you walk towards the stands. Jackie always thinks she is so funny. You raise an eyebrow and pinch your lips to the side looking back at her. 

“Hey, great game sweet heart! What was that girls problem?” Your dad gives you a high five. 

“She was just rude, I don’t know what her deal was.” You decide not to tell him about the comments she made, it would just hurt his feelings thinking that he was the reason she acted that way towards you.

“Well I’m glad you showed her who’s boss” His eyes were so big with joy that you took care of her yourself. He knows you are strong, he loves seeing you stand up for yourself and not take shit from anyone. You give him a big hug. 

“Good game (Y/N). You, uh, you did real good” Peter finally speaks up. He is almost hiding behind your dad, clearly a little embarrassed about coming and giving the impression that there is something between you guys. 

“Thanks Parker, glad you came.” You also tried not to reveal to much, not sure exactly what is with the two of you. Nothing has been said or anything, but something is there. You can feel it. 

“Hey, everyone is going to Jimmy’s for dinner. Its okay if I go right?” You bat your eyes and smile up at your dad. 

“Yeah alright.” He caves and rolls his eyes knowing you have him wrapped around his finger. “But I want you home by 10. Got it?” He tried acting serious, like he wasn’t under your control.

“Aww thanks dad! I love you!” You jump up to give him another hug. You can feel him exhale as he rolls his eyes. He pats your back as you let go from the hug. 

“I love you too” Your dad smiles as he starts to walk towards the parking lot. “10 o’clock or I send a search party after you” 

Peter and him continue walking, however Pepper hangs behind with you.”So, Peter...” Looking at you, raising an eyebrow. You know what is coming, she obviously knows something is up. Your eyes grow wide as you hold your breath in anticipation. “You like him don’t you” She smiles to make you feel more comfortable. 

“umm... I mean... I don’t know. Maybe” you stumble on your words, trying to come up with something to say. You didn’t know what to say, you were lost at the moment. 

Pepper’s face now reads ‘Really?’ knowing that you actually like him, she can read you like a book. Finally she speaks, “Well he likes you.” That grabs your attention, staring at her to focus in on what she is saying. “I saw him with you yesterday, and for him to come to your game today. It’s pretty clear.” 

You are in awe at what she is saying. Could he actually like you? Maybe it wasn’t all in your head. “Are you sure? I mean maybe he is just being a good friend.” 

“I don’t think so sweetie.” She sits on the bleacher, “I see the way he looks at you, and no guy would do the stuff he does to just be friends. You like him to, I can tell.” 

You try to hide your face from her. “Pshhh, I mean he is pretty sweet.” You blush “I do kinda like him I guess. Its just... You know. He is Peter Parker, he works for dad. Plus we both know dad would NEVER let me data anyways”

Pepper laughs, “Don’t you worry about your dad, he wants you to be happy. Plus I can talk some sense into him if needed. Who cares about who he is though, so he works for your dad. That shouldn’t hold you back from being happy.” Pepper pulls you into a hug.

You love these talks with her. It’s nice having a girl to talk to who actually knows what they are talking about rather than another teenager. “Thanks mom.”

Realizing what you just said you freeze. You are in horror, you always viewed Pepper as a mother figure but never said anything about it not knowing how she feels. A feeling of guilt also took over, your mother died when you were a baby. You don’t remember her at all and you always feel the guilt of not remembering her or replacing her. Your stomach was in knots. “Pepper I am so sorry!” You held back tears, pulling away from the hug. Looking up you see she is crying. You turn away, rest your face on your palms in embarrassment. 

“No, no. Oh honey” She moves closer to you, making you look at her again, “I’m so glad you see me that way, I see you as a daughter. Thats actually something your dad and I wanted to talk to you about.” You look her back in the eyes, letting out a few tears as well. You give her a confused look, wanting to hear more. “Well, with the wedding and all. Since we already have that type of relationship, we were hoping you would want me to officially adopt you.” She gives you a slight smile anticipating your response. 

Your eyes light up, a cheerful expression comes over you. “Really? Of course! I would love it.” Pepper hugs you again in joy. Even though you are so happy to officially have her as a mom, you think of your real mom. Thinking if she would be happy, you don’t really know anything about her. She wasn’t with your dad at all, it was just a fling. He wasn’t even with her the short few month you were with her, he found out about you once she died and someone came forward saying he was the father. You imagine she would be okay with you being happy, Pepper was great. She tried hard with you without letting you walk all over her. Always being there when you needed her. 

“I’m so happy to hear you say that (Y/N).” Pepper tightens the hug before letting you go. The two of you laugh looking at each other, both in tears and emotional. You wipe away your tears. Pepper looks so happy, almost happier than you’ve ever seen her before. In this moment you’ve never felt so loved. Someone wanted you, they chose you. She wants to be your mom. “You better get going if you want to make it to dinner on time. I cant wait to tell your dad, I hope he isn’t mad I asked you without him. I’m sure he will get over it though.”

The two of you stand up, “I’m sure he will be fine. Thank you Pepper” the excitement starts to consume you. Giving you a nod and a smile she starts to walk away. “Pepper!” You call out to her before she gets too far. You run up to her and hug her tight one more time. “I love you”

“I love you too (Y/N)” she wraps her arms around you and kisses your forehead.

Dinner was fun, you had your usual order. At 9:30 you decide to head home. Jimmy’s Diner is out in the suburbs, and you live in New York so it is a good distance away. It was your usual spot to go after games with the team and you are the only one who lives that far really anyways. As you leave you debate on how to get home. Your blasters are in your backpack because you can’t wear them during games, you aren’t in the mood to dig them out though. You decide to walk to clear your head since it is quiet out here and you’ll take a bus or call happy when you get closer to the city.

The long walk was nice, the cool breeze felt good blowing through your hair. It was relaxing, there aren’t people out walking at his time so its nice and peaceful. You start to let your mind wander. The thought of Peter jumped into your head. Thinking about what if he really does like you, what does it mean? You start imagining different scenarios, how this could all play out. Images of him taking you to homecoming, his arms wrapped around you holing you close as you sit on the couch and watch movies, and they two of you being happy together. 

Then your mind goes to Pepper, she is actually going to be your mom. She is already basically your mom but now its official. There is going to be actual papers saying that she is yours. 

Something suddenly covers your mouth. You were so focused on your daydreams you lost focus on your surroundings. Someone is holding a cloth to your mouth and nose. You hold your breath all you could, knowing something is on it. Your arms and legs start going crazy trying to get away. The strong arms around your stomach aren’t budging. You hit him though, right in the nose, you can see blood on your hands. Luckily it isn’t yours. There were a couple of them, you don’t know how many, focusing on trying to get loose. Your lungs are starting to hurt, you know you can’t hold your breath any longer. You stop fighting, and reach into your hoodie pocket. Grabbing your keys, you find the keychain your dad got you. You’ve never used it before but now you had no choice. You flip the clasp on it and press the button. Thats the last thing you remember. 

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Part 2: Do you call my name?

Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader // Roger Taylor x Reader

Concept: This is loosely based off of Letter to Hermione by David Bowie. You moved to London for a student exchange program in college. Met Roger there and ended up dating for 4 years only to break up once you moved back to the states for a publishing deal on your book. Now, 5 years later, you are married, work as a studio drummer (roger gave you a few lessons and you were actually quite good at it, started taking professional lessons and so it went), also are an author with one successful book, own a house in a boring neighborhood with your husband, and overall have a very steady life, and yet you are still deeply in love with Roger. When Queen comes to America for their tour, you and him meet again unexpectedly. It causes havoc in both your hearts and lives.

how I see the characters

Part 1

Warnings: (Angst, almost infidelity, drinking, alcohol, puke, long-term pining, cuss words, crying)

Word Count: 2,300+

After dinner you and Nathan went back to the house, waiting for Rachel and Joe to come pick both of you up to go to the party. As you search through the back of your closet trying to find clothes that would fit the outrageousness of a Queen party. You stumbled upon a box labeled “don’t hang up” opening it you find some of your mini skirts and a few dresses a lower cut than you ever thought you wore. At the bottom of the box however was a very dark red velvet dress that has long arms that sprout out at the ends of the arms. You squeeze into it just barley, surprised that it still fits and turn around to see yourself in the mirror. The dress has a very low cut and is even shorter in length, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination. Your breath catches as you remember the last time you wore this dress, it was to one of Queen’s press release parties.

You were sitting in Roger’s lap making jokes about the state of the party and the people, and how the angry looks from the groupies was so familiar it was almost comforting. Snapping out of the memory you go to your bathroom sink and pull your messy (y/h/c) hair down from its tightly woven bun and throw on a little bit of eyeliner, just as you find yourself presentable your husband comes upstairs to tell you that Rachel and Joe are here, however he never gets to that part once he sees what you are wearing

“Hey (y/n), Rachel and- What are you wearing?” he asks in discomfort

“A dress?”

“Don’t think thats long enough to be considered a dress.”

“Well I thought, of all people, you would like it.”

“Well I don’t. I’m not about to go to party with my wife dressed like a-” just before he could say that last dreadful word, Rachel came upstairs asking if everyone was ready.

“Yes we are.”you say as your husband shoots you a death glare but left the argument where it lie.

Everyone then piled into Nathan’s car as he had already offered to be designated driver, as you all sat in the car Rachel just kept talking about how she had never been to a Rockstar's party and how you should’ve have told her that you knew Queen.

Once you got to the party, everyone in your little group stood out as they walked through door. Being surrounded by crazed fans, wild people, and wanna be rockstars, the only person out of the four of you who didn’t stand out was you.

“Do you guys wanna go get a drink?” Rachel asked everyone excitedly. But you payed no attention to her with the thought of getting to your long lost friends of Queen you quickly started searching the crowd, as you walked all three of them followed you like puppies to their new owner. Turning around and saying

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, you all should go get drinks and meet me back here. That okay?” you didn’t wait for conformation just quickly broke away from them hearing your husband grumble something angrily behind you. Just as you were trying to escape their gaze by turning down the nearest hallway you bumped harshly into a unknown very tall figuring, getting a face full of curly hair. It only took you a split second to figure out who it was

“Oh shit, I’m sor- Brian! Oh my god! It’s been so long.” his face lights up when he realizes its you, but then is followed by confusion

“(y/n), we’ve all missed you so much! But um- what brings you here? its been years since any of us have seen you.”

“I was at dinner with a few friends and when I went to the bathroom I ran into Roger, my friend Rachel came looking for me and after her having a little fangirl moment over Roger he invited us. Guess he couldn’t resist a chance to charm another girl” I say this laughing but in truth I was a little afraid those were his motivations.

“Well he didn’t tell any of us he invited you, Freddie will be ecstatic to see you!  Here come on, we’re all hanging out over this way.” He put a hand on your back trying to guide you through the maze of people and just as you entered a room with a  crowded with couches, chairs, and a table filled with an assortment of alcohol you saw John sitting next to Freddie on the coach; both of them giggling. The sight brought warmth to your heart, you truly did miss them over the years. Then you turn a see Roger with some floozy under his arm, whispering in his ear.For a second you were afraid none of them would acknowledge you, like they had all completely moved on and forgotten you. Then Freddie saw you and exclaimed

“(Y/N)! Darling, jesus it’s been forever.” he then ran over to you and gave you a hug saying

“Oh dear I love the dress, I remember when I helped you pick that out, still look just as gorgeous.”

“Aw Freddie thank you! And you look just a gorgeous as the last time I saw you, except for one thing. What did you do to your hair?” noticing his now short hair and frumpy mustache.

“Sharks have to keep moving my dear. Now are you going to stand there or are you going to party?” he then hands you a glass of champagne and leads you over to John and Roger. John stands up to hug you

“Oh wow, I’ve missed you. Band hasn’t been the same since you came back to the states.”

“Well my life hasn’t been the same since I lost touch with you guys.”

You sit down in a chair next to John and Freddie, completely unaware that Roger had stopped paying attention to the poor girl trying to kiss her way back into his head. Instead he just stares at you, at the restaurant you had looked so different, a dress blouse and a long black skirt and hair in bun. It was like seeing a stranger when compared to the girl he fell in love, but seeing your hair fall in your face when you lean down, your smile so wide, your dress ride up when you move legs a certain way. It was like he was being thrown back in time and then you looked at him and your (y/e/c) eyes brought something out of him he hadn’t felt in front of a woman in years. Vulnerability.

He stood up and walked over to you, completely abandoning the girl hanging off of him. He sat down in the chair next to you and said

“Well I honestly didn’t think you would except my invitation, figured you grew out of this what with your new…” he paused and looked down at the ring on your finger

“…lifestyle and all.” You looked at him, trying to see if he was poking fun or not.

“Well I guess you would be confused about the confines of monogamy, but turns out only being with one person does not keep me from leaving the house.” he laughs and seeing his face light up makes your heart swell in your chest. However thats when his arm candy comes over and gets one top of him, almost uncomfortably straddling him and immediately shoves her lips against him. The encounter is unnatural and almost makes you sick to your stomach. A reminder of the barrier that is now and always will be between you and Roger.

Not desiring to sit next to the wet sounds coming from the two in the chair you get up and walk over to Freddie who was now pouring vodka into a glass, at first you thought he was just making himself a drink but when you walk up to him he shoves the glass your way.

“Don’t act like you don’t need it love.”

“Oh Freddie, you know me so well.”

“I just know two yearning hearts when I see them.” you put the glass to my lips and throw my head back downing the clear liquid.

“I’m not yearning for anything, other than a good buzz.”

“Oh for sure darling” you turn to the table filled with various glass bottles, picking up the same vodka he had just poured you and filled the glass about two shots full. Downing that glass and grimacing at the horribly bitter taste you slam the glass down. Meanwhile Freddie is just laughing at you

“Come on lets go join the party.” You and him walk over to the three other Queen members as well as a group of people surrounding the band. As the night goes on you forget about the three people who you came here with, after more drinks and dancing to every song you can feel the effects that the alcohol is having on your stomach. Stumbling out of the room, trying to keep the walls from spinning while in search of a bathroom, you don’t notice the blonde drummer following behind you. You search hurriedly for the bathroom only to feel a hand grab your wrist, turning around to find none other than Roger Taylor holding onto you. That’s when a sense of relief flushes your body as he leans down and says

“Here follow me, theres a bathroom this way.” you just nod and hold onto his arm, pulling you towards a pair of stairs only a few feet to your left. Finding this new task to be the most difficult task you’ve ever been faced with you say

“Rogerrrr, I’m sorry I- I don’t think I can make it up.”

“Come on I know you can, do you really wanna throw up all over this floor.”

“I don’ know if I have a choice.” you feel the puke coming up your mouth and cover your mouth with your hand. Roger, seeing the urgency of this situation, scoops you up and starts carrying you up the stairs, then he pushes open the nearest door and right as you see the toilet you can no longer hold in and puke goes hurling all over Roger’s shirt.

He flinches immediately, but walks over to the bathtub and sets you down gently.

“Oh Roger- shit. I’m so sorry, fuck. I’ll clean your shirt.” you tried to stand but then stumbled and fell back into the bathtub. He walks over to you squats down

“I can clean my own shirt, okay? Don’t feel bad about this, I’ve thrown up on your clothes a hundred times.” he chuckles at the memory of ruining yoour favorite dress after a particularly hard show.

You wanted to say okay and for him to stand up and put his shirt under hot water and help you find Nathan so he can take you home. But instead you look at him, his face so close to yours, his eyes bright blue, his hair messy hanging in his eyes, the stench of alcohol coming from his breath. You look him in the eyes and say

“I forgot how much I liked looking at you.” his eyes flash with wistfulness and he small smile spreads across his face

“I forgot how much I like looking at you too.” you run your hands through his hair and move down to his cheek. His hands meets yours and he turns his head slightly, placing a kiss on your palm. You then pull your hand away and lean your head against the wall of the bathtub.

“How did we get here Roger?” its a loaded question, one that brings up countless memories

“I believe it was your inability to ever know when to stop drinking.” You laugh quietly and he stands up, pulling the shirt over his head and putting it under the faucet. You stare at his bare chest and remember a time when it was the most familiar feeling your hands knew. Now you can barley remember the ghost of it, willing your finger tips to replenish this memory. You stand up shakily, stepping over the tub and walking over to him. You wrap your hands around his hips as he scrubs the puke shirt. You both look at the each other through the mirror and tears spring to your eyes. He turns around to face you and you collapse into him, he wraps his arms around you and whispers.

“I feel it too.”

You look up at him, tears falling down your face and you see that he is close to crying. You can feel your throat close up and your chest tightens, both of you carrying the weight of lost time and love. Just as you lay your head back on his chest and a sob dares escape your throat the door burst open and a very surprised Nathan pushes his way in. You watch as his brain asses the situation and his eyes fill with anger. But he didn’t yell, he barley reacted. All he said was

“Find a way home.” and then slammed the door behind him. You try to chase after him, pushing the bathroom door open and watching him walk down the stairs. You run after him, barley making it down the stairs.

“Nathan, wait!” but he doesn’t turn around, he just keeps pushing his way through the crowd. You collapse in the crowd feeling sobs rake your body and a hand place itself on your back. You turn around to find Mary whom you hadn’t even thought would be at this party, she pulls you up off the floor

“Come on, I have a hotel room near here.”

Taking a cab to the hotel and trying your hardest to keep quiet n the backseat of the Taxi, Mary softly rubbing your back. You both ride silently in the elevator up to her floor and as you crash on the bed you say the first words you have said to her in years.

“Thank you.” those were the last words you said right before you passed out on top of the covers on her hotel room bed.