#awwww if only toast heard

[just-a-toast]

toast wakes up from their nap a little drowsy

ummnnn… oh helllo notebook… uh who’s the new face??

Toast tries to wave but realizes that they have to wave with their other hand whoops forgot

She opened the door to their office, running two hands down their face. God, her pages hurt...she'd have to patch that up..

Was the office always so tidy?

[the-fiction-witch]

Honey Bee’s

MOVIE MAZE RUNNER  COUPLE NEWT X NONE RATING DARK + SEXY PARTS

I remember, The cream wallpaper with pink flowers. I remember the smell of orchids and roses. I remember the way the cream carpet used to look when you ran your hand across it drawing little pictures on the shaggy carpet. And yet there were so many things of that place I struggle now to recall. “newt!-”

I jumped up sitting up in my bed grasping onto the covers tightly gasping in the slight grey light before the sunrise, I wiped my hand over my forehead feeling the icy cold sweat that had gathered there. I sighed and lay back down in my dark blue covers staring up at the white plaster pattern ceiling, And it was only then as I sat quietly and calmly I noticed the noise.

The rapid banging on the wall, my bed slightly shifting where the bed on the other side of the wall moves and bangs into my wall. I could hear her screaming, and her mattress squeaking. I groaned and put my pillow over my head to muffle the noise but it was useless. I gave up and pushed my covers off me climbing out onto the cold wooden floor walking across my bedroom to my door rubbing my eyes as I went out of my bedroom and off to the bathroom luckily I couldn’t hear her as much in here. I ran a hot shower almost as hot as the sun letting it cascade over my body scrubbing myself hard. I always felt sticky and dirty no matter how hard I scrubbed. When I was done I climbed out and went back to my room sitting on the bed watching the sun come up over the hill and the ocean across the way, I stared at the horizon and the infinitely stretching ocean thinking of all the amazing places that must be just a stone throw across the horizon. I sighed and looked down at myself wrapped up in my towel noticing the stiffness I had tried so hard to ignore. It was quiet but the birds outside sang to the sun, the house quiet and still.

I took myself in my hand firmly and tried to fix myself. I didn’t want the satisfaction, I just wanted it to go away and quickly.

I jumped as I heard the door open so I grabbed my towel covering myself up as I turned to see the door and I saw Minho standing in the doorway.

He was tall, taller than me even, yet we only had a year or so between us. He was muscular and toned mostly from his work, he had his long striped white and blue pants on and nothing else his spikey dark hair messy and out of place.

“newt?” He asked

“Nothing!” I yelped

He rolled his eyes and shut the door coming over sitting beside me on the bed “newt, you can’t keep doing this”

“Minho. Please don’t tell her”

“I can’t keep covering for you”

“Please just a little longer”

“Okay, I won’t tell her. But you can’t keep this up newt”

“I don’t have to. Not for much longer” I told him

"Fine. I'll cover for you. But this is the last time" he says

so I nodded, he nodded too before getting up and leaving my bedroom, I sighed and got dressed heading out of my bedroom and going to the kitchen starting to make myself a cup of tea as Minho sat at the dining table now dressed to having some toast

“Awwww there’s my favourite boys” I heard her giggle at her bedroom door, I glanced over my shoulder looking at her bedroom door where she stood in her white nightie and flower-covered robe, her long blonde hair a matted bedhead mess from being on her back she went over to Minho giving him a cuddle and some kisses “My big strong sexy hubby” she giggled before she came over giving me a cuddle too “and my sweet little baby boy” she smiled giving my cheek a kiss

“Morning mum” I nodded

“How did you sleep?” she asks taking the tea I had made for herself and going to the table with Minho

“Fine mum, I need to get off to work,” I said quickly

“Shouldn’t you get dressed first?” she asked sipping the tea

“I am mum”

“You sure?” she asked “Isn’t that all a little tight? Maybe you should get changed?”

“I’ll be fine mum” I sighed

“Wear a jacket or get changed newt” she warns

I sighed and got my jacket on even if I knew it was far too hot for it, Minho got up getting his jacket too

“See you later honey” He smiled giving my mother a kiss

“I’ll see you later sexy” she smirked slapping his butt “And I’ll see you later too sweetie” she smiled giving my head a kiss I nodded and hurried out walking down the path into the already hot sun.

I walked the stone path I knew so well having been doing it now for so long, Minho following behind me. I could feel the eyes of everyone on the streets all the women in their long dresses staring at me, they were more so staring at Minho than me but still, I felt their eyes on me as we walked, we passed a couple of older women and as we did I felt a hard slap on my butt I knew Minho did too because he just sighed, I turned in shock seeing the two women walking away and one of them waved at me and blew me a little kiss.

"If you don't react they won't so it so much"

"That's what everyone says. It doesn't help"

"you know what would?"

"No, But I bet my life your gonna tell me"

"Get married."

"did it help you?" I glared

"What is with you?" he asks having stopped in the middle of the street "You use to be my friend!"

"Yeah! then you married my mother!" I told him stopping too

"You think I HAD A CHOICE!"

I relaxed a little taking a breath and so did he "I know you didn't, but you can't blame m,e for not being thrilled about my best freind being the reason I can't sleep"

"Can't sleep?"

"because all I hear every night is you banging my mum into the bedroom wall!"

"I don't like to you know." He says "no offence newt but the last thing I wanted was to be shaked up with some old bag. Do you think I want to be banging her headboard every night? because, no. I shucking don't. Do you think she gives me a choice? you think anyone gives us a choice on anything." he explained "Newt. when are you going to get it into your head. no one gives a shuck what we think."

"Boys. Move along. now." Officer woman glared as she walked the streets

“Come on newt, or we’ll be late” He said hurrying along so I followed him down the road pulling my jacket around me tighter when we walked down the path I saw the sea and the little dock the blue ocean reflecting the morning sun for a moment I did as I did everyday, planning , thinking, how hard it would be to just run and disappear “see you later”

“See you” I nodded as he headed down to the docks for work, I did my best to try not to be noticed as I walked through town and the women all here and about the few men I saw deep in their work, I saw a flock of school girls heading down the street in there uniform many of them giggling at me as they saw me. I kept my head down and walked through till I got to the farms where the men were busy at work, I walked through nodding to anyone I knew. I went through the paths seeing the vast amount of bees busy with their work, I hurried to my usual place the little wooden shed. It had a bunch of the combs and such they use to birth new bees that they had removed from the hives on the farms I took my seat and just kept an eye making sure I knew if anything had hatched yet or not but nothing so I just sat in my chair it's was a boring job but someone has to do it.

I watched the other guys working out my little window I knew why I didn't work like them I wasn't an exactly a strong muscular man so they likely wanted to seal me away with the stupid job.

I forget quite honestly how long it had been, but I think I ended up falling asleep and getting some rest because I was shaken awake by a knock on my door

"Yeah?"

"You ready to go newt?" I heard Minho ask from inside

"Ohh yeah, sorry," I said gathering my things and heading out with him as by now the sun was setting

"You okay?"

"yeah, sorry about this morning"

"It's okay. I think newt you gotta learn to be happy with the little things. its what I do"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I hate a lot about my life and this place but you gotta learn to be happy with... the little things you do have. I have a wife. I have a nice comfy bed to climb into. the roof over my head. I have a job. better than a lot of other boys"

"yeah, I get what you mean" I nodded

"You sure your okay?"

"Not exactly eager to get home Minho" I admit

"Why? Because of Lilly?"

I glared at him slightly as we walked

"Sorry, your mum?"

"No, but that doesn't help"

"Your worried about rose aren't you?"

"Of course, I am" I nod "I… I just want her to leave me alone"

"You're just overacting newt most guys would be thrilled a girl like rose being interested"

"But I'm not interested"

"Then just say so"

"You try telling my mum that"

"Good point" He nods

"Newt. rose is a lot nicer than a lot of guys get. Trust me. you'd be better with her. then with someone else."

"I don't want anyone."

"well, I've kept my tongue as long as I can. I can't cover for you anymore. you get caught. you know they'll pawn you off to the first girl that'll take you. Rose. Or worse."

"I know. just a little longer. I can make it" I nodded

[corpsette]

𝑺𝑰𝑴𝑷

pairing → sykkuno x fem! reader

words → 837

a/n → this is so fluffy I- lower case intended! also, this is my first fanfic legit ever so ill probably have millions of mistakes in this lmao... n e ways, enjoy~

it was just supposed to be another boring crewmate round. a round where rae was most likely the imposter, and was also going to most likely kill you first because you were always alone... until sykkuno showed up.

"hey! Y/N! want to come stand on a vent with me?" sykkuno asked, making a goofy smile appear on your face. out of everyone- ludwig, sean, and corpse included- you were the biggest simp for sykkuno, and it wasn't just something you did for the cameras.

"of course!" you replied, wiggling your character in front of him. as you and sykkuno slowly inched towards the vent, you heard a voice passing by.

"hey! where's sykkuno?? syKKUNO!! I wanna simp for him before Y/N can!!" you heard sean addressing his chat, his voice slowly fading away. “imposter or not! I’m coming, sykkuno!!”

sean didn’t see you two, though, he passed right by you. the only reason you knew he was there was because of proximity chat.

"right here, Y/N. I have something to tell you." sykkuno said, walking onto a vent. you followed closely behind and stood on top of him.

"what is it, sykkuno?" you asked, still smiling like a giddy school girl. then again, you were always like this around sykkuno. he was just too cute to resist.

"you've been getting killed first a lot. I'm gonna protect you!" sykkuno said, making you smile even more than what you thought was humanly possible.

"and what if we get double killed?" you asked, wiggling on top of the vent. you already thought sykkuno was the imposter, after all he only really got people to stand on the vent when he was imposter, but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

"oh, trust me, we won't-" he was cut off by tina's screaming as she inched closer.

"Y/N! SYKKUNO! RAE IS THE IMPOSTER!" tina shrieked, wiggling frantically. “HELP ME! SHES GONNA KILL ME! EEEK!”

"nooo!! I saw tina vent!!" rae stepped in shortly after. "oh, hey sykkuno, are you ready?" rae walked on top of tina, who immediately tried to run away.

"oh no, rae, we can't-" he was cut off once again by rae attempting to do a double kill by killing tina. "OH MY GOD RAE-" sykkuno quickly covered his mouth as he stared at his screen.

you stood still in total shock as rae started wiggling. "KILL HER!!" rae said, laughing sadistically. it was now obvious who the two imposters were.

"go on, sykkuno. you can do it." you said after a pause. "I wont mind." you smiled softly and stood there, still on the vent.

"r-really Y/N? you really mean it?" sykkuno asked, walking towards you. he hovered his mouse over the 'kill' button, but he didnt dare press it.

"yes, sykkuno. I'll be rooting for you from the grave, as always-" you were cut off by the kill animation, but it wasn't sykkuno's character who popped up on your screen.

"TIMES UP, LOVE BIRDS!!! IM HUNGRY FOR BLOOD! MUAHAHAHAH!!" rae said, laughing again as she walked away from the double kill she did all by herself.

sykkuno stood there in shock, staring at your dead body. "Y/N..." he whispered, covering his mouth as he reported the body.

"ITS RAE! SHES CHASING ME!" toast said, not waiting for sykkuno to speak. "HELP! HELP!"

"IM JUST TRYING TO SEE IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE!!" rae replied, laughing once again. its surprising how much chaos she can cause in a matter of seconds. her kill cooldown wasn’t even over and she already had another victim.

"YES, RAE. IM ALIVE." toast yelled, before continuing. "can we vote her out, please? I dont feel safe. if you keep me alive, ill tell you who the other imposter is." toast didn’t have a clue who the other one was, but he just wanted rae out.

"OH PLEASE! I WOULDNT HURT A FLY!" rae said, laughing again and sounding like a crazy person.

"cap." ludwig stated, earning some 'oooo's from the lobby. "I have reasons to believe its rae."

"what are your reasons, lud?" asked sean.

"...reasons."

"GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME."

"wait," corpse said as sean voted. "what info do you have, sykkuno? which body did you report?"

"o-oh." sykkuno said, fixing his hair. "I reported both of the bodies. it was me, guys. im the imposter. can I please be with Y/N now?"

"awwww." rae said, slightly fangirling. "that's so sweet it makes me wish I could've killed you earlier so i didnt have to hear that."

“WH-WHAT!”

"SPEEDRUN!!" felix yelled, voting for sykkuno. the votes were pretty split. 3 skipped, 1 voted for toast, it was probably rae, 2 voted for rae, and 4 voted for sykkuno. with that, sykkuno was voted off and the meeting ended.

"hey, sykkuno."

"hey, Y/N."

"thanks."

"for what?"

"FOR LETTING ME DIE BY THE HANDS OF RAE! ALL I WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO 'CHOKE ME LIKE YOU HATE ME BUT YOU LOVE ME-'" you broke into song, using a deep voice to imitate corpse. "do you not love me, sykkuno?"

"WHA-WHAT?" sykkuno said, covering his mouth as he smiled. "of course! I do love you, Y/N!"

"you guys are too cute." tina said, giggling and floating around you both as she watched the scene unfold in front of her.

"o-oh."

"yeah, sykkuno is too cute."

"wh-what?"

"nothing."

[warlockfemale]

Happy Birthday @jovialjuggernaut-draws I am so sorry that this is so late!

Bruce’s colors have always been muted.

He knows because he was told by a doctor after one of many tests. His parents had both smiled widely and told him just what an exciting thing it was. How he had a soulmate out there someplace and waxed poetry about just the sort of things Bruce would notice once he’d found them. He is one of the 30% of the world with someone made just for him that would be found out once his skin touched theirs.

What they hadn’t told him was how only 6% of the world consisted of people with soulmates that had one one another. What would have devastated Bruce once became a relief because he wasn’t destroying another’s life by making them step into the darkness with him. He was happy to date around and allow whoever had been burdened with him to go on with their own life.

And now he was staring in shock into eyes greener than anything Bruce had ever seen before in his life.

“Shit.”

“Shit!” Edward Nygma agreed. He stepped back, cleared his throat, and swiveled around. “Girls! I’ve changed my mind!” Bruce’s mind had frozen into a blue screen so all he could do was stare at the green clad (god is this how so many people usually saw the world?) trio stride out. As if Edward had an important dinner date he was almost late to while Bruce’s entire worldview was trying to stop tilting. He was sure the entire gala was staring at him or Edward at that point, wondering just what Gotham’s most popular billionaire had done to put the robbery to an end so fast.

“Bruce? You doing ok?” Hands started patting him all over. “Bruce? You’re looking really pale here.”

Shit.

* * * *

Bruce wasn’t brooding. He was analyzing the situation from all angles after debriefing it in the batcave to all persons that might get affected. Dick still refused to answer his phone so Bruce asked Wally to tell his son to check the text. Jason apparently thought there was nothing to worry about (and started laughing) and Alfred seemed less concerned about Bruce’s soulmate being a criminal and more worried about how Bruce was reacting.

Bruce wasn’t brooding and to prove it he went to answer the door soon as the bell rang.

“Delivery for a Mr. Wayne!” Nina Damfino grunted as she shoved a heavy green wrapped box into Bruce’s arms. Unlikely to be an explosive since she’d delivered it and Bruce doubted he could get away with chucking the thing away onto the lawn. So he regrettably started unwrapping the thing; hoping that Edward was watching and wincing at the unnecessary mess made of the custom paper. Taking a deep breath (and hoping that Riddler hadn’t somehow bribed Ivy into giving up some pollen) Bruce opened the box.

What. The. Fuck.

Those were Bruce’s statues. The ones depleting Zal and Rudabeh, stolen from the museum they had been on loan to years ago.

Bruce slammed the door shut in Nina’s face.

* * * *

Of course someone had noticed what was going on. Bruce hadn’t been able to stop himself from gawking at just how many different colors the world had now. Or maybe Riddler had bragged to the entire city about it. Either way Bruce was suddenly bombarded with reporters from the society page. One of them had the gall to ask when the wedding was.

“I have a preteen son,” had been Bruce’s statement hoping that could clear things up. “He is my first priority.”

In hindsight that might have been the wrong thing to say.

* * * *

“So I’ve changed the rules a little. My riddles will lead you to criminals and this time they won’t be me!” Jason was practically vibrating in place from mirth as Bruce stared fixedly at the letter laying on the table. Gordon was giving Bruce A Look.

“Word on the street is something happened at the Wayne gala.”

“Hrrn.”

“Riddler donated back some of the art he stole. Wrapped with a bow.” And with a two sheeted riddle that pretty much translated into one giant insult that the museum’s director was still trying to puzzle out. Jason had thought the entire thing was great after the director’s snub at the “newest Wayne charity case”.

“I heard.” The wall really needed to be repainted.

“Batman I need to know if this is going to explode into something I’ll need to worry about.” That had been Dick’s exact words when he’d come into the cave last night.

“I’m looking into it.” Alfred had already started to make pointed remarks about manners and facing life’s problems. “Now ‘You don’t have to look for a night on the lawn’-”

* * * *

“You know Riddler tried to bribe me into sharing information about you today at the library.” Jason tilted his chair back onto the back legs as if he had not just nearly given Bruce a heart attack with his words. “Don’t worry, I held out for a triple scoop sundae before letting him know your favorite color.”

“Jason, he's a dangerous criminal!”

“Eh I grew up with worse.” Bruce breathed in deep trying not to let Jason see just how troubled that fact always made him. Jason usually said things like that off hand, just another fact about the world. The sky was blue, Selina liked to steal things, and Jason’s childhood until now had consisted of trying to survive. “His eyes aren’t mean. And you’re soulmates.”

“I cannot tell you how little that reassures me,” Jason grinned and tipped his chair back into place the little brat. Bruce ruffled the boy’s hair as punishment earning a fake glare and slap at his hands. “But really Jason, you need to stay safe.”

“Uh huh. Think I could take on the Riddler.” Not reassuring. “I also made sure to be in sight of Barbie at all times.” Much more reassuring since Bruce had personally seen Barbra flip two grown men over her head at once. Another grin, bigger this time. More of a smirk that had Bruce raising an eyebrow. “I also told him that you liked flowers.”

“Jay lad please tell me-”

“Sir there seems to have been a delivery for you.” Alfred’s face was carefully blank, a sure sign of just what Bruce was going to find at the door. “If you do not mind.”

“Don’t worry!” Jason called out happily as Bruce stared in disbelief at the sudden garden now growing on his steps. “I made sure Ivy wouldn’t be out for blood!”

* * * *

“Ah detective!” Edward’s green suit might as well been the only spark of color in the diner as Bruce entered it. As pressed and clean as always while the man himself gave a small toast with his coffee cup. “Glad you could make it! And you solved my riddle! Very good!”

“Riddler.” Bruce sat down at the diner bar taking in Edward’s appearance. “What is it now?”

“Is that any way to talk to your new partner?”

“If you think this game-”

“Oh please,” Edward waved his hand like a magician retrieving their rabbit. “You might think Bruce’s secret is safe but I am a genius. He’s helped fund the Justice League.” Edward leaned in, eyes darting around the near empty diner as his voice lowered. “He’s funding you. I have to play on the side of angels for the only one in the universe that can understand me?” He stood up, throwing cash upon the bar and a grim smile on his face. “Now let’s get to chasing down those criminals. Quick crime question. Who was the biggest thief in history?”

Bruce stared at him, then the newspaper resting under Edward’s coffee cup. “Atlas News? Where is this going?” Edward’s face lit up, eyes gleaming as he didn’t even bother trying to hide his utter delight.

“The game, my dear Watson, is afoot!”

“Awwww.” Nightwing cooed into the communicator from his perch as Edward stumbled out the door. It was not adorable, Bruce reminded himself sternly, for a grown man to go scampering out the way that Edward did with such a look of utter pride on his face for having “bested” Batman. They both had a job to do and he was yet convinced that Edward wasn’t just trying to play another game. “Just for the record. Batgirl says you’re an emotionally repressed coward.”

Batman never sighed. In public.

* * * *

“Why hello there Mr. Wayne. Fancy seeing you um… here. At home. Working in your study.” Sometimes it was easy to forget that Riddler’s over extravagant self praise and mocking towards others covered up a socially awkward man. Alfred’s rather pointed eyebrow raise before the butler closed the door let Bruce know just how little the household held his own social skills. Perfect match Jason had cackled madly last night. One never shuts up and the other just grunts.

“I have a secret.” Bruce managed to grind out as he stared at the area above Edward’s ear. He could do this, he’d managed to disarm a bomb with Firefly setting things on fire last month. He has given this speech several times into the mirror and once to Alfred. “It is a rather large one and will affect any… relationship that I may have.” Bruce chanced a look at Edward’s face and was slightly alarmed to see the man’s lip’s twitching. “You deserve to know and if this makes you decide that a-”

“Unless your secret is that you’re Batman I don’t expect-” Edward trailed off as he stared at Bruce’s face. The green clad man’s face went blank as Bruce went through all the contingency plans for when this went bad. “You’re Batman?” Edward burst out laughing, hands flying to the desk to keep himself upright as his body shook hard. Bruce’s hand flew up to sturdy the man just to be swatted away. “I knew it!”

“You couldn’t have known I was-”

“No, no. Not that. Well, somewhat.” Edward’s eyes really were a bright green, brighter than any other color as he bent forward to give a quick peck to Bruce’s lips, one thumb rising up to trace the small scar on the corner. “I always knew you were the only one who got me.”

[imaginationnation]

A day

A belated birthday gift for the amazing 🎉🌹 @robert-de-niro-only-fans

I love you and hope you like this! 💕

You were at work doing inventory, daydreaming as usual, when you found this curious pendant with an inscription. In very small cursive, it read: To whom this treasure says, true love will find today. You sighed wistfully “If only you were right, little treasure. Today might be the best day ever”.

After setting it down carefully, you continued diligently taking note of other articles in the antique shop you worked at. You were counting through a pack of vintage postcards when you heard the bell of the door chime.

“Hello! I’ll be with you in a second!”, you placed the postcards in a box, wrote down the number, and walked to the front of the store, where you found yourself staring at the sexiest -and most extravagantly dressed- man you had ever seen.

”Hello!”, you repeated, suddenly extremely nervous. You’d think you felt less flustered when he smiled a crooked little smirk at you, using only his lips, but it only made it worse. Luckily for you, he then spoke, and damn it if that wasn’t the sexiest voice you had ever heard. “Hello there, miss. Are you the owner of this fine establishment?”

“Oh, no, but I have worked here for a while now, I’m sure I can help you find anything you need...or want”, you answered, doing your best to sound sultry and not as overly excited as you felt.

He smiled again, now with a little eyebrow raise, “Well, it just happens to be that I am considering to buy this quaint little place. I’m looking into...expanding, my business”.

“You can’t do that!” you both looked surprised at your outburst. But it came right out of your mouth without a doubt. He waited for you to continue. “I’m sorry, Mr…”

“Rothstein. Sam Rothstein. But please, call me Sam”

“Sam”, you smiled. “I’m sorry, but this is a family establishment. The owners have taken care of it for generations. It’s very close to their hearts and there’s no way they would sell it out to some fancy gentleman who can surely find another quaint little establishment around here to….expand, his business.”

“Well, that’s too bad. I’m sure I could talk them into an agreement. They would find it very hard to refuse, I can tell you that”, he answered. He might have seemed a tad arrogant to someone else, but you could tell there was something else about him. A broken, self-healed wound that made him determined to go for it, no matter the challenge.

“I find that hard to believe”, you challenged. His eyebrows rose again.

“All right then. I can tell you’re a very knowledgeable woman and you care about this place and its owners. I respect that”. You smiled. “Now here’s another offer” You tilted your head, this man was unbelievable!

“An offer I can’t refuse?”, you countered.

He laughed, and God! You almost melted. He shrugged. “I guess you could call it that. I can actually bet you won’t say no. And I know one or two things about betting”.

“You bet? And what do I win if I say no?”

“You name the prize.” He smiled once again. Damn him. You could think of a few options, but you had to admit you were too intrigued to decline the invitation anyway. 

“All right, Sam. Shoot”

“What say you come with me and show me all the other quaint little places you say I can find around here, and after I decide on which one I can use for my business, you let me buy you dinner for your kind assistance”.

You could not contain the smile on your face. “Deal. Just wait a little while? My shift is almost over” He nodded. You then remembered something. “Wait! You never said what you got if you won the bet”

And there it was, the crooked little smirk that took your breath away. “Oh, I will think of something”.

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A year later, Sam walked through the crowd of his new establishment with you on his arm, introducing you to everybody and flashing that killer smile every time you two locked eyes.

You had indeed succeeded in finding another quaint little place for him to turn into a fine restaurant, which you were now inaugurating together. When the time came to toast the grand occasion, he asked everybody to raise their glasses, amidst cheers and clapping all over the place.  

“Thank you, thank you all, for being here. There is, however, one person I want to thank for making this possible.” He then turned to his side, where you held your glass expectantly. The moment your eyes met his, you knew this was no simple toast.

“Ashley, my Ashley, every moment that has passed since we met has made my life brighter. Being by your side, everything is possible.”

The crowd merged in sing-song “awwwws”. Your eyes filled with tears. “Sam…”

All of a sudden he was opening a little velvet box with the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen.

“Ashley, light of my life. Will you be my wife?”

Your “Yes!” was followed by cheers, whistling and boisterous congratulatory yells of the crowd. 

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Later that evening, after a heated consummation of your engagement, you lay with Sam draped over you, amidst his luxurious satin sheets.

“Sam, this has been the most wonderful day of my life...well, actually, I think the day we met is going to be my favorite day forever”

“Funny you should mention it”

“What do you mean?”. You started protesting when he got up from bed, but it only took him a moment to retrieve something from a drawer in a vanity nearby.

“I’ve had this for a while now, guess I was waiting for the right time.” He placed a small rectangle in your hand, kissing you softly. “Hope you like it”

“Sam Rothstein, you terrible tease” you opened the second jewelry box you were presented with that evening, to reveal the pendant you’d found a year before, just before you met Sam. “How?!...when?”

“I had to get it, after you told me the story behind it”

“But I told you about it just a few weeks after we met” It has taken that, just a few weeks for you to know you were deeply in love with Sam. And so you told him about the old pendant with the inscription that seemed to bring him to you that day in the antique shop you used to work at.

“And I went to get it the very next day”

“You are incorrigible, Mr. Rothstein” you kissed him soundly and snuggled into him.

“Thank you, Mrs. Rothstein, if you don’t mind me calling you that. I just love the sound of it. Mrs. Ashley Rothstein”

“I love it too”. You smiled and squeezed the pendant while you hugged your fiance, amazed at how everything changed that day in the antique shop.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Ashley!!!!! Thank you for making such wonderful conent for all of us thirsty hoes. Cheers to your life with Sam Rothstein! 

[shaechans]

boyfriend! jaehyun

the boy: nct’s jung jaehyun

type: headcanon + timestamp

word count: 934

a/n: this is so delayed im sorry:(( but i hope you like it anyway;) jaehyun is 4ever my crush/husband fever dream so most of this is my pov cause im always thinking about bf jaehyun because lets be honest, who isn’t?

okay so this might be a long one, buckle upp

now jung fucking jaehyun here is the EMBODIMENT of boyfriend material and like you cannot disagree

he’s just ugh

well firstly, you’re definitely ALL over him no doubt

but the heartwarming stuff is that he’s ABSOLUTELY WHIPPED for you

like the boy would DO ANYTHING that is to do with you

sure he’s known for being unbothered but he couldn’t be more involved when it’s related to you like ugh ultimate heart eyes

and despite him being lowkey about your relationship, he’d always find ways to brag about you

“lmao y/n would LOVE this track- omg y/n did the funniest thing yesterday- oh and johnny y/n can you get me fruit loops cause y/n wants some-” “jaehyun it’s 4 in the morning, wtf are you doing here?”

cheesy cheesy CHEESY

like you’d have to order pizzas without cheese cause jaehyun’s literally next to you SORRY THAT WAS A BAD ONE

“good morning, how was heaven when you left it?;)))” “jaehyun all i ask is for one normal morning with my toast could you not 😭😭”

will find any and every reason to compliment and tease you

but that’s cause he absolutely adores your pissed off/annoyed expression akhjsjaakk

loves picnics like????? yes????

you feeding him strawberries or pie on a cloudy day on a breakfast mat, jaemples on full display and your heart just 💔💔 peak devastation 💔💔💔

also he just gets so excited to spend time with you i absolutely cannot fucking do this bye-

oh and omg if y’all planned a pinic date and it rained (cue pouty jaehyun;(() then he’d immediately improvise to movie night!!! with the boys!!!!!11!! yay!

sure they can be annoying, but the two of you are always in your own world so donghyuck’s commentary doesn’t really matter

aight PDA!111!!!11!

he LOVES hand and cheek kisses omggomggggg

also butterfly kisses AAAAAAAAAAAAA

eyelid kisses are his favourite for when he’s shy and doesn’t want you to look at his flushed face awwww

and omgomg ikea dates im-

those are honestly the best??? like just the two of you laughing and joking around, acting like you own the house and it’s all fun and games—until y’all “accidentally” run into johnny sigh

sigh i guess i’ll have to stop here before i get in too deep (which already happened but hush)

omg please does anyone want husband! jaehyun cause OH MY GOD

[ 7:39 pm ] resting your feet up on the coffee table in front of you, you glanced at the clock waiting for jaehyun to get home after work. thinking it would be a while till he got home, you switched on the tv, flipping through channels mindlessly when the door opened. you looked up, your expression confused when you heard a “honey! i’m home!!”

turning the corner, you came to face a dimply jaehyun, face a little tired but nonetheless happy to see you. he was quick to engulf you in a hug and a little peck on your cheek before heading to a shower.

until then, you returned to your former place on the couch, munching on a few snacks you rummaged out of the kitchen, waiting for jaehyun to join in a cuddle session. however jaehyun had other plans, running to jump on the sofa, making you flinch and whine at his antics.

“why would you do that jae!!” you whined even more as he pulled you in a little headlock, instigating a wrestle. of course you didn’t say no because now you were not willing to lose. that went on to a heated match on the carpeted floor, with you straddling a red face jaehyun you tickled his sides, waiting for him to admit defeat.

“fine fiNE I SAID YOU WIN” he exclaimed, leaning to his side after you stood up, only to fall on the couch laughing at the poor boy. “okay you can stop wheezing now:(” jaehyun announced sitting beside you, sukling. wiping the remaining tears by your eyes, you leaned forward to hug the boy beside you, pressing a loving peck to his pouty lips.

“you know i love you but you were literally asking for it” “yeah i thought i’d win!! i never knew you were good at wrestling sigh. you could’ve told me we could’ve bet hyuck together that day when he was acting up!!!” he tutted, going on about how you had hurt his pride.

“i’m sorry love but can we just cuddle now, that’s what i had been trying to do before you pounced onto me, asking for war!” you said, pulling a laughing jaehyun to your bed, falling on your back together.

staring at the ceiling, the two of you went on about conspiracy theories and ways to run away from johnny third wheeling almost all your dates. turning to your side, you started at jaehyun and then his hair. ‘damn this boy has soft hair’ you would think, hands reaching up to touch.

“what are you doing love?” jaehyun questioned, voice soft and his eyes closed at your touch. “literally how do you guys manage to keep your hair so bouncy and soft even after a billion rounds of bleach, it’s mind boggling!!” you spoke in amusement, jaehyun chuckling at your random discovery.

“treatment, baby” he muttered, in a state of sleep from you hands playing with his bangs softly. not long later, you could hear his snores and chuckling, straightened his body so he was sleeping comfortably. pulling the blankets on the two of you, you kissed his forehead before sleeping cuddled into his shoulder uwu.

wow was this long?? i’m sorry lmao im a huge jeff stan and i was into the feels so i just went on and on. anyway, requests are open, like always!! so feel free to request!! might post a christmas prompt list as well cause i’m in a christmas mood so let me know if you guys would be interested!!!

[i-dream-of-twilight-sparkle]

It has been a week or so since the defeat of the combined team-up of Tirek, Queen Chrysalis, and Cozy Glow, Twilight Sparkle’s transition to power was originally going to proceed a little faster but Celestia decided they’d at least let all of Equestria have a full year of peace before finally handing the reins to Twilight. Which actually comes to a relief for Twilight, her friends, and all of Equestria as they prepare for the first ever transition in Canterlot. With no more truly threatening forces against the peaceful lands of Equestria, and in fact the peace becoming stronger then ever as Equestria having successfully reached out to other species like the Dragons, the Griffons, the Changelings, etc. over recent years. A year of nothing but simple diplomacy, bond-making between nations of the world, and peace in general gives everyone a nice breather.

Though even in periods of peace, there tends to still be mysteries and secrets that have not come out that help explain at least some of the reason things happened as they did. Perhaps some of these lead to revelations that result in the inhabitants discover new things about the world as well as new things about the friends they’ve met that have shaped the events as they happened

It is time to tell the story of the…

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Chapter 1: The Invitation

The sun rises from just outside the window of Twilight’s castle. Spike stretches in his bed, yawns, and looks over to a small table near the bed. Which is where Twilight’s bottle is always kept when they’re both asleep. He smiles, jumps out of bed, grabs Twilight’s bottle. He doesn’t open it however, as he takes the bottle to the kitchen. He prepares some buttered toast for the both of them, he knows that any moment now Twilight will be popping herself out as over the years he’s learned the timing for when Twilight gets what the bottle considers a full night of sleep. In fact, at the same moment the toast pops out of their toaster, Twilight’s eyes project from the bottle, she looks side to side, before closing her eyes to surge her smoke form up. The stopper is quickly pushed out and drops next to the bottle on the kitchen counter. Purple smoke pours out, forms a large spiral above the bottle, and starts smoothing out into the familiar shape of Twilight in her tailed form. She hugs herself in full relaxation and spins herself in the air a few times

Twilight: Ahhhhhhh…

Spike: Good morning, mom! I’ve made toast for breakfast today

Twilight looks over to Spike down on the kitchen floor and smiles

Twilight: Morning, son. Toast sounds… and smells great!

Twilight floats herself down to the kitchen counter to pick up her plate and levitates the plate into her hooves and then levitates the toast into her mouth. Spike munches on his own as well. Once both have finished eating, they place the dishes near the sink to wash later. Twilight lowers herself and transforms her genie tail into her hindlegs and tail, and then levitates the stopper to close her bottle.

Spike: So, what’s the plan for today?

Twilight: I’m not sure yet. It wasn’t that long ago we defeated the villain trio. But we’re still about a full year away from me moving to Canterlot to take over for Celestia and Luna. Until we’re in the final months prior to that, we could do whatever we want until then. Though whatever we want can also mean: no clear idea of what to do until then. Wouldn’t mind having something to happen to look forward to and prepare for, prior to the transition of power.

Spike: Well then, I’ll just go check what we have in the mail.

Spike walks out of the front door of the castle towards a large mail box. Being a famous Princess of Equestria she gets a lot of mail pretty much every day. By now Spike has become a master sorter of which types of mail Twilight’s gotten.

Spike: Let’s see here… junk, junk, junk, fan mail, junk, junk, junk, more fan mail… judging by the heart stickers might also be a creepy love letter of some sort, junk, junk, bills, junk, bills, even more fan mail, junk, junk, junk…

Twilight: Anything good in the mail?

Spike: I’m still looking through, but for the most part it’s the usual mail. But there’s some more fan mail you might appreciate.

Twilight: Haha, fan mail is always appreciated. Though admittedly getting hundreds of it ever since I became a Princess has sort of left me numb to them even if they at least are positive mail…

Spike: Would you like to get the rest of the mail, all this mail is getting a little too much for me to carry.

Twilight: Of course!

Twilight levitates the rest of the mail out of the box. To give a good look at sorting she floats them next to each other sort of like a grid. Most of it is still mainly what Spike was finding, but one particular letter catches Twilight’s attention as it was on tan paper with golden borders. She pulls that one closer to her face

Twilight: Huh? What’s this letter? *reads address* Say, this is from Saddle Arabia!

Spike: Well, you do have lots of fans there as well for obvious reasons

Twilight: The gold border however leaves me thinking it’s more then just another fan. Let’s go inside and pile up the rest of the mail before we sit down and read this.

Twilight and Spike brings all the mail inside and sorts them in a large room with other mail they’ve received in the past. They soon get a chance to see what the golden bordered letter is about. Twilight opens up the envelope and takes a look for a sign of who it’s from.

Twilight: *gasps* There’s actually two letters in this envelope. One is from… Malakhar & Kubuya!

Spike: Oh really? Wonder what they messaged us about. Who’s the other letter from?

Twilight: Looks like it’s from the royal family

Spike: That probably explains the golden border.

Twilight: I’ll read the one from Malakhar & Kubuya first…

Dear Twilight and Spike,

Hope you two are in good spirits, we heard about the most recent time you’ve saved the world once again and also wish you a congratulations of succeeding the royal sisters within the next year. We speak for everyone that I think our entire world is excited for the future, though in the meantime we hope you aren’t too busy already as we have exciting personal news:

We are engaged! We don’t have a specific date set, but our window is at least sometime before the halfway point of the year and the Royal Family was gracious enough to let our wedding happen on the palace grounds once plans have fully been settled. Perhaps as a favor after our ordeal against Zathir last time.

As such, we are of course formally inviting you two, your friends, and anyone else you’d like to take from family to other friends you’ve met. If they’re a friend of yours, they’re a friend to us and the rest of Saddle Arabia. The accompanying letter from the royal family has some more details about this. But most of all it’ll be nice to see you again, personally. As we’ve mentioned before, we would of probably never gotten to know each other if you never went to Saddle Arabia, so once more we have so much gratitude to you two, which grew even more when you defeated Zathir the last time you were here. The royal family is making sure nothing like what happened last time can happen, Zathir was really the only real huge threat left, and the devices used to capture and control you were the only one of it’s kind left. But they made it a priority mission of the Saddle Arabian army to also round-up the Desert Dogs that were loyal to Zathir to either denounce Zathir’s ways or face prison.

So whenever you’ve invited everyone you want to bring, come into contact with the Sultan and/or Sultana and the wedding as well as one event described in the royal family’s letter that begins just before the wedding shall get going. Feel free to take your time, there’s no rush. We’ll have a wonderful and fully safe experience this time.

Thank you for reading, and have a nice day.

Sincerely, Malakhar Manat & Kubuya Atka

Twilight: Awwww, they’re getting married soon! *squees* And of course, we’re all invited.

Spike: Sweet! Already sounds like a blast, though I wonder what the royal family sent.

Twilight: Let’s see…

Greetings to honorable genie and Princess Twilight of Equestria, and her esteemed dragon son & hero of Saddle Arabia, Spike

We, the royal family of Saddle Arabia first want to congratulate you on your coming succession of the royal sisters after the announcement of their retirement, and later in the year we will do all we can to recognize and assist with the transition when the time comes. We saw firsthand how capable a leader you were last time after you were freed from Zathir’s control and gave your gracious speech at the victory ceremony. We are sure Equestria is in very capable hooves still with you at the helm.

As the companion letter in this envelope said, your native Saddle Arabian friends Malakhar and Kubuya are to be wed at our palace. The palace grounds are usually saved specifically for royal weddings within the family. But we’ve made an exception in this case since Malakhar and Kubuya were essential in making sure our nation was not taken over by Zathir. As far as we’re concerned, they’ve been honorary family members since then.

Before the wedding however, we are planning a royal ball that wishes to invite much of Equestria. Those who attend the ball also may attend the wedding just days after. We are granting permission of you and your friends to find as many willing friends to come along. And if you can find entertainers to come around as well, it’d be much appreciated. Saddle Arabia would love to see as much Equestrian talent you can get on stage as much as possible. When you’ve got a full list of who’s coming, come into contact with us and we’ll prepare all the seats needed. Any citizens of Saddle Arabia who want to come will also be there, so we expect a pretty packed palace when all is said and done. But our palace is certainly large enough to accommodate everyone. Aside from the entertainment we hope you bring, we have a huge dance floor for a part of the night where anyone who’d like to dance the night away can do so.

It should be an exciting night for all involved, and of course love will be in the air as this is all build-up to a wedding. Perhaps the joyful feelings of a coming wedding might help other potential relationships bloom. We absolutely can’t wait to host both this ball and the wedding of two of our most esteemed natives. And most of all can’t wait to see not just a great leader of Equestria once again, but the world’s lone genie that’s already honored as well as some of our most benevolent genies of the past.

Sincerely, the Royal Family of Sultan Theandri

Twilight: A Saddle Arabian ball prior to the wedding with room for lots of Equestrian guests and entertainment huh? This and the wedding is exactly what could spice up the first half of the year before the transition. Let’s get Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Pinkie, and Fluttershy right away. We’re going to need all of us to gather as many guests as we can. But this will ultimately be fun visiting and inviting everyone, we’ll have an awesome time in Saddle Arabia.

Spike: Alright!

((Story continues after the break))

In quick succession, Twilight and Spike fly together to the homes of their friends to tell them to come over to the castle and the round table of friendship to discuss the Saddle Arabian Ball as well as Malakhar & Kubuya’s wedding. Within moments, the elements of harmony are in the seats on the table with the map of Equestria activated.

Rarity: Oh. My. Celestia! I am SOOOOO looking forward to this, a royal ball followed by a wedding at the Saddle Arabian palace?! I could even go see the Sultana again for more of her brilliant fabrics…

Pinkie: I’m excited too! Always up for a party!

Fluttershy: I’ll be sure to come too.

Rainbow: It sounds like it could be a fun time, but I do have a few concerns.

Applejack: Ah do too. BOTH times you went t’ Saddle Arabia something crazy happened. First, becoming ah Genie in t’ first place. The next that Zathir guy nearly kills us all. Are y’all absolutely sure it’s ah good idea t’ go back there again?

Rainbow: Like, I was kind of joking when I mentioned evil ifrits rising out of the ground the next time we came back. But given we might actually be coming back now… what if that actually DOES happen?!

Twilight: Don’t worry yourselves so much, this time both I and the royal family are taking every precaution to make sure something like what Zathir did can’t happen again.

Applejack: Mind sharing what y’all are doing t’ reassure all o’ us?

Twilight: Well first of all, the Saddle Arabian Royal Guard have Zathir and even any loyal desert dogs locked up tight with no chance of escape, the one device they had that had control over me was the only one of it’s kind, Zathir was really the only one with the means of doing what he did. And from my end of the deal, I plan leaving my bottle here this time Because we’re actually going to fast travel to Saddle Arabia this time through some magic portals. 

Rainbow Dash: Portals?

Twilight: Yes, portals where we can simply move through and we’ll be instantly at Saddle Arabia.

Rainbow Dash: Wait, if we could of just traveled to Saddle Arabia through your awesome genie magic. Why didn’t we just pop in last time?

Twilight: I thought maybe you’d all like the sights along the long trip. Also, it was a much smaller group last time that could actually fit in our hot air balloon. If we were to try a similar flight path with all the ponies we plan to bring. We’d need a Zeppelin. Maybe even more then one or a really big one. But I decided to just streamline it where we just instantly go there. I will also enchant the portals that only those who are magically authorized, AKA anyone we invited that agreed to go can go through. So even in the unlikely scenario where somehow another Zathir-like event tries to happen. They’d still need to get to my bottle back here, and if they even manage to find an open portal that we’re careless to leave. They won’t be able to go through because they weren’t authorized.

Applejack: Well alright then, that sounds like enough t’ make sure nothing like that happens again. In that case, ah’d love t’ go.

Rainbow: Yeah, count me in!

Twilight: We will actually also be using the portals to go to anywhere in Equestria instantly to bring all the friends we may want to bring along even if they’re a long way from Ponyville. In fact, I’ll provide a demonstration. Hm, who should I try first…

Twilight ponders for a moment who to go to.

Twilight: You know what, I’m going to give Trixie’s wagon a try. Here goes nothing!

Twilight throws what looks like a gum ball into the air, catches it in her mouth, chews a little bit. Then proceeds to blow a huge bubble in front. Once the bubble became larger then Twilight’s body, it pops.

Meanwhile in Trixie’s wagon, she is still sleeping. Oversleeping in fact, tossing and turning a bit. Suddenly a noise startles Trixie and makes her bounce off the mattress onto the floor.

Trixie: Whaaaaa- Who dares disturb Trixie’s slumber?!

Trixie look up to see an innocently grinning Twilight looking in from a magic portal.

Twilight: Hi Trixie!

Trixie: Twilight?! What is the meaning of this?

Twilight: Sorry for waking you up Trixie, you can go back to sleep soon. But I just wanted to inform you that Saddle Arabia will be having a Royal Ball as well as a wedding between two of my friends who are native there. I also thought that this time you’d like to finally get a big magic show there since you couldn’t get there last time we went.

Trixie: Wait, you went straight to me of all ponies for an invitation to a grand event coming soon? How many other ponies have you already invited besides your usual group of friends?

Twilight: Aside from Spike and the other Elements of Harmony? None, you’re the first invitee.

Trixie: WAIT REALLY?! *cough* *cough* Ahem, I mean, well of course Trixie would be among the first you invite, the Great and Powerful Trixie’s presence will make this Royal Ball perfect in every way!

Twilight: Hehehe, glad you’re excited. I’ll be sure to tell you when it’s time to go, oh, and before you go. Do you think you can do some invitation duties of your own? I’d like it if you can reach out to Starlight and Sunburst about coming. You and Starlight in particular tried to get to Saddle Arabia not too long ago, we’re going to make sure you actually do get to experience it this time.

Trixie: Sure thing, Princess! Trixie thanks you so much for the invitation!

Twilight: You’re welcome! Seeya later!

Twilight closes the portal

Trixie: Wow, that was so nice of Twilight to invite me so early. I’ll be sure to help out and get Starlight on board soon… *flumps back down onto her bed* but not before at least another hour or two of sleep…

Back at Twilight’s castle…

Twilight: You all getting how we’ll do this? Here’s a pack of the portal gum I demonstrated to you for each of you. Should be enough for all of you to go to all the places you want to. You all have ideas where you want to go next?

Applejack: Well ah’ll definitely bring much of t’ immediate family along first. If Big Mac goes, ah’m sure Sugar Belle will follow too. Maybe ah’ll drop by t’ Kirin village and see if Autumn’s interested. Ya’ll said they want Equestrian talent on stage too, right? Ah’ll definitely see if ah can get Rara to attend.

Rarity: Oooo, having Coloratura there would be a great idea. I will also try to bring a few musicians I know of. I’ll also bring Sweetie Belle and my parents, and the friends I’ve made in my businesses like Coco and Sassy Saddles.

Rainbow: I’ll bring Scoots along, and at least some of the Wonderbolts. Maybe they’ll even stay a little longer to do a quick performance in the air for Malakhar and Kubuya’s wedding whenever that happens after the ball. Maybe a drop by Griffonstone to pick up Gilda and Gallus. I’ll also be going to Mount Aris for two reasons: to get some friends there invited to the ball, and Spitfire also wants to start expanding the Wonderbolts to allow flying non-pony species so there will be a few hippogriff trainees to pick up for the Wonderbolt Academy

Twilight: What about your Parents?

Rainbow: Oh! Well… I guess I could… It’s just not a habit for me to mention them cause… you know… they can be a bit much sometimes… heh heh…

Fluttershy: I’ll bring my family along too, as well as Tree Hugger. Oh, and I don’t know if Discord will pop in or not, but if he does he’s most certainly going to ask to attend or else things might turn out like the gala he went to if I don’t invite him. Would that be ok?

Twilight: *rolls her eyes* Yeah, I guess. Just hope he behaves if he goes.

Fluttershy: I’m sure he will, he did apologize at the end back then… even if that was after sending Tree Hugger to a strange dimension…

Pinkie: I’ll bring my family from the Rock farm as well as the Cake family. Oh! And I’ll definitely try to get Cheese Sandwich to be an entertainer.

Spike: I think I’ll go to the dragon lands, I’ll ask Ember and Smoulder if they want to go. I may also go to Thorax’s hive and see if I can get some changelings that might be interested. At least Thorax himself and Ocellus. Oh, and I’ll probably also see Gabby at the Post Office about going.

Twilight: Awesome choices, all of you! I’ll try to see if I can get all the Princesses to be there. Celestia, Luna, Cadence, and of course Flurry Heart if Cadence says yes to going. My brother should be able to be there too. And while I’m at it, my parents too. Probably my old Canterlot friends as well.

Spike: Sounds like everypony has a plan!

Twilight: Indeed, make sure you all write down who you’ve successfully invited and we’ll all meet back here. The Sultan and Sultana will want to see that list first before proceeding with everything.

All 7 there put hooves and claw into a circle on the table

Twilight: Everypony ready?

The Rest: Yes!

And with that, they headed out to start the invitations.

NEXT UP: Chapter 2: Daughters of Apples & Pears

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Reggie//Repeating History

Request: So you know the flashback episode about the adults of riverdale? I wanted to do some history with Reggie’s dad and the readers mom. Like back in the day they had a serious relationship but the readers mom dumped Marty bc she had to move away WELL FAST FOWARD TO THE FUTURE!! The readers mom moves back to riverdale, only this time she has a kid & she’s a single mother. So to make a long story short. The reader and Reggie meet and hit it off instantly. Pretty much repeating history. And can I get a lot of drama?? Like between the mantle family and the readers family. Also can Reggie and the readers relationship be really hot? And I wouldn’t mind smut at all! I know this seems like a lot and I’m so sorry lol I’ll understand if you don’t want to write it Thank you sm!! 💗💗 @sparklevag

Warning: Smut. Abuse (not a lot, just a mention) 

“20 years and it hasn’t changed a bit.” Your mom smiled as she got out the car. 

“Here we go.” You mumbled and got out the other side. 

Since you can remember, your mom had told you stories of her childhood spent in Riverdale. How all the neighbour kids used to play together, they’d spend summers together while their parents hosted barbecues and parties, a different house each weekend. Everybody knew everyone and it was the best place to live. But a couple years before you were born, her parents moved last minute meaning she had to say goodbye to Riverdale and everything that was in it. 

Now your mom had been given the chance to move due to her job and luckily she was able to move back. She’s been excited since she found out, saying that you were going to experience all the things she got to, even if it was a little later in your life. 17 to be exact, but it still counted. 

“Even the house hasn’t changed.” She beamed excitedly and ran up the front steps. “The decor has though.” She called behind her once she opened the door. “And its awful.” She added making you laugh. 

“It is.” You agreed, once you’d stepped inside. 

“Come on. I’ll show you my old room.” She grabbed your hand, practically pulling you up the stairs. “What did they to it? That wallpaper with those curtains? Its hideous.” She complained. “Awwww, they kept my height chart on the doorframe. Thats cute.” 

“Maybe they just couldn’t see it. You haven’t grown much from about 11.” 

“I was a very tall 11 year old.” She defended and you laughed. “The things I got up to in this room.” She said. “If walls could talk.” She winked and you groaned. 

“Jesus Christ mom. You’re disgusting.” You complained and started to walk away. “Where you going?” She called after you. 

“To find my room.” 

“Have this one!” 

“No thanks.” 

“Its fine. Its not like you’ll have the same bed or dresser or” 

“Ew!” 

“Pleaseeee.” She ran after you. “When I was little I always dreamed of my little girl growing up in my room. That I’d pass it down to her.” 

“Thats weird. And you can’t guilt trip me.” 

“Is it working?” 

“...no.” 

“Yes it is. Now you can have it whatever colour you want and you’ll be getting all new furniture. So all traces of me and my rendezvous will be erased. For you at least.” She mumbled the last part and you fake gagged. 

“Fine.” You agreed. “I’ll have your old room.” 

“Aww.” She hugged you tightly and you rolled your eyes. “You’re gonna love it here. I promise!” 

“How you feeling?” She asked. 

“Alright.” You shrugged and grabbed the toast that was on her plate.

“Hey!” She said annoyed and you smiled sweetly at her. “Its a good job I had more in the toaster.” She grumbled and you laughed. 

“I need to keep my strength up. It is the first day of school after all.” 

“I know. And it’s gonna be great! I enjoyed every single day of high school until I moved.” 

“We live in very different times now mom.” 

“They’re not that different.” She argued. “Anyway, you need to leave now if you want to make it in time. And don’t forget you need to check in with the office to get the stuff you need!” She was practically pushing you out the door at this point. “I love you, be safe and I’ll make your favourite for dinner tonight.” She kissed your head and you hugged her. 

“Bye. I love you.” You replied.

“You’re gonna love it!” 

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Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes you’d been wandering around the same three corridors trying to find your class and all of them looked the damn same.

“Excuse me?” You tapped a red-headed boy on the shoulder. He stopped his conversation and turned around, looking at you confused. “Hi, I’m new. Can you tell me where Mrs Thompsons class is?” You asked and he smiled kindly at you.

“Oh, hi. Yeah, it’s down the corridor and to the left.” He told you and you thanked him. You started to walk towards the class when you heard someone shouting behind you. 

“Wait!” A boy called after you and you turned around quickly. “I have that class now, I’ll walk you.” 

“Oh, thanks.” You nodded and he smiled at you. It was as if everything you’d seen in movies was true. Time stopped, your heart-rate picked up, you could almost certainly hear wedding bells. All from a small smile. 

“Reggie Mantle.” He introduced himself. “And you must be an angel.” He winked and your cheeks reddened. 

“Y/n. Y/n y/l/n, and you must be how old?” 

“17. Why?” 

“Because that pick up line has been around since the middle ages.” 

“I make it work.” 

“You kinda do yeah.” You agreed and he smirked. 

“Sooooo. I heard you tell Archie you were new.” 

“Yep. I moved last week.” You nodded. 

“Where from?” 

“San Francisco.” You replied. 

“Thats so cool. I’ve always wanted to visit.” 

“Its great!” 

“Why’d you move?” 

“My mom. She got a job here. But she used to live here until she was about our age. She was really excited to come back.” You said and he smiled softly at you. 

“Thats sweet. What’s your moms name?” 

“You ask an awful lot of questions.” You commented. 

“When I meet a pretty girl I want to know everything I can about her.” He winked and you laughed loudly. 

“Wow. You’re really big on the pick up lines.” 

“Oh, this is just the beginning.” He replied before walking into class. You followed behind him, a soft smile on your face at the thought of talking to him again. “Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to sit down.” He nodded towards the empty seat beside him. 

“Sure?” You replied hesitantly and he pulled the chair out for you. “Thanks.” You smiled at him and sat down. 

“Anything for that smile.” 

“You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you.” 

“I try.” 

“I can tell.” 

“So, have you ever been here before?” He asked. 

“To Riverdale High?” You teased. 

“Yeah, no. I mean Riverdale in general.” 

“No. This is the first time my mom’s been back for like twenty years. She always wanted to come back but never had an excuse.” 

“I’m glad she found the excuse.” He said softly and you smiled at him.

“Me too.” You replied, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Mr Mantle. Please stop flirting with our newest student.” Mrs Thompson interrupted your conversation and both of you looked to the front of the class. 

“Yeah Mantle, keep it in your pants for more than five minutes of knowing a girl.” A boy shouted and Reggie started to blush. You kinda felt bad for him, but he did look cute. 

“He’s known me for ten minutes actually. Why don’t you mind your own business.” You retorted and they closed their mouth. You looked back at Reggie who was staring at you shocked, giving him a wink before looking at the front again. 

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“How was your first day?” Your mom practically jumped on you when she got home. 

“Good.” You said. “How was yours?” 

“Good!” She replied, a bright smile appearing on her face. “I went to school with a few people that work there so it was nice to catch up. You were talked about a lot.” 

“I should be the only thing you talk about.” 

“You are to be honest.” She agreed and you both laughed softly. “Now, I’m gonna go get started on dinner.” 

“Already taken care of. Its on the table.” 

“You are just the best daughter.” She squashed your cheeks and you rolled your eyes. 

“I know.” You replied. 

“Did you make any friends.” She asked once you’d sat down. 

“A few.” You nodded. “I met a boy called Reggie.” 

“Ooooooo. Reggie. He sounds nice.” She wiggled her eyebrows teasingly. 

“He’s my friend. I only met him today.” 

“Sooooo. It only takes a day.” She replied and you shook your head. “What was his last name? I might know his parents.”

“Mantle.” You replied and she choked on her drink. “Are you okay?” You rushed to her side.

“Fine.” She coughed. 

“Do you know his parents.” 

“You could say that yeah.” She replied and you looked at her curiously. 

“Spill.” You sat beside her and it was her turn to roll her eyes. 

“Lets just say, Mantle men are very easy to fall in love with.” 

“You were in love with a Mantle? Who? When?” 

“Marty Mantle.” She said and you looked at her confused. “Reggie’s dad. I’m assuming.” 

“Reggie’s dad! You dated Reggie’s dad.” 

“Yes, and don’t give me that look. We were in love.” She told you. “The day we met was my first day at Riverdale High. He was a year above me and I’d just started. I’d been walking around for fifteen minutes trying to find my class and then there he was was, talking to his friends, looking hot and whatever else the kids are describing people as these days.” 

“You’re so old.” 

“You’ll be this age one day.” She warned. “Anyway, he saw me looking lost and asked if I was okay and he smiled at me and I swear to God I imagined the wedding right there and then. I told him who I was looking for and he took me to the class and told me that I’d get the hang out it eventually. After that every time we saw each other he would smile or wave at me and then eventually he asked me out. We went to Pop’s, three dates later he asked me to be his girlfriend and we dated until I moved away a year and a half later.” 

“Thats so sad.” 

“Yeah.” She sighed. “I was heartbroken. So was he. When I told him I couldn’t stop crying and he said he would do anything to get me to stay. He even went to talk to my parents about me moving in with him so we could stay together, but it was no use. There mind was made up and we had no choice. He snuck into my bedroom window the night before I was supposed to leave and gave me a necklace to remember him by. It was a buttercup.” She sniffled a little bit, wiping the tears from her eyes. 

“Why a buttercup?” You asked while hugging her. 

“That was his nickname for me.” 

“Awwww.” 

“I haven’t worn it for years. To be honest I stopped wearing it when I met your dad. I thought it was a bit weird to wear something another man gave to me when I was dating someone else.” 

“Why don’t you start wearing it again? Dad left years ago, and your back in Riverdale. I think now is the best time to start wearing it again.” You suggested and she smiled softly at you. 

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Maybe.” She hugged you. “You’re the best daughter a mother could ask for.” 

“I know.” You replied with a bright smile making her laugh. 

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“Reggie!” You shouted down the corridor. “Reggie!” You shouted again after getting no response. This time he turned around and smiled at the sight of you. 

“Hey sunshine” He smiled brightly at you. 

“Sunshine?” You asked. 

“You’re wearing yellow. It reminded me of the sun.” 

“Oh.” You smiled, looking at the floor shyly. 

“So, whats up? Are you lost again?” 

“No. Not yet anyway.” You replied and he laughed softly. “I need to tell you something.” 

“Oooo. What?” 

“I was telling my mom about you last night...” 

“Awwwww. Thats so sweet.” He teased making you roll your eyes at him.

“Not like that.”

“Damn.” He sighed and you shoved him slightly. 

“I was telling my mom about you and she asked me your last name because she wanted to know if she knew your parents. So I told her and it turns out my mom and your dad dated, they were like in love and everything.” 

“Our parents are doing it? Thats gross, old people don’t have sex.” 

“No, dumbass. Our parents were doing it. When they were our age.” 

“Oh.” He thought for a moment. “Thats still gross...I bet your mom was hot though.” 

“Ewwwww.” 

“Why’d they break up?” He asked. 

“She had to move. Apparently he tried to convince her parents to let her live with him so they didn’t have to be apart. He bought her a necklace with a buttercup so she could always remember him.” 

“Why a buttercup.” 

“It was his nickname for her.” 

“Thats kinda cute.” 

“Its really cute.” You replied. “Look, I even found this picture of them at Pop’s. I assume that’s your dad.” You handed him a small picture and he smiled. 

“Yeah, thats my dad.” He nodded. “I was right though. Your mom was hot.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Well...this is gonna make the next part really awkward.”

“What next part?” You asked. 

“I was gonna ask you on a date at Pop’s.” He said nervously whilst playing with his fingers. 

“Yeah.” You agreed. 

“What?” 

“Well. They dated a long time ago, and its not like we’re related or anything.” 

“Its not that. I just thought you’d say no.” 

“That would make me the dumbass.” You teased. “Friday. I’ll meet you at Pop’s at 7.” You told him and turned around. 

“You don’t know where you’re going do you?”

“In general or Pop’s?” 

“Both?” He guessed.

“Yeah.” You nodded and you could hear him laugh. Every time he laughed it seemed to make you happier than the last. You would be happy listening to only that for the rest of your life, especially if you were the cause of it. 

“I’ll take you to your next class, and I’ll pick you up on Friday. Just text me your address.” 

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“Y/n!” Your mom shouted up the stairs. 

“Yeah?” 

“There’s someone at the door.” 

“That’ll be Reggie. Let him in and tell him I’ll be down soon.” 

“The Reggie Mantle.” She teased. “Are you going on a date?” 

“Maybe.” You replied. 

“Awwwwwww.” 

“Let him in please.” 

“Of course.” She replied. “Are you nervous?” 

“A little.” You admitted. You were more than a little if you were being honest. You were a lot nervous. The butterflies in your stomach had been there since you’d agreed to go on the date, only getting stronger as the week went on. And then every time you so much as looked in the general direction of him they got even stronger. You had definitely fallen for him and you’d only met him on Monday.  

You smoothed out your dress and checked your hair over one more time. You could hear voices downstairs and your mom laughing at something he’d said making you smile to yourself. 

“Hey sunshine.” Reggie greeted you once you met him downstairs. 

“Hey.” You replied and tried to fight off a blush. 

“Sunshine?” Your mom mouthed and you shook your head at her. “Its cute.” 

“What is?” Reggie asked. 

“Don’t.” You sighed. 

“That you called her sunshine.” 

“She was wearing yellow when I saw her on Tusday, it reminded me of the sun.” He explained and she practically squealed. 

“Thats exactly what your dad said. After he’d shown me to my class he said he liked the yellow t-shirt I was wearing, that it reminded him of buttercups.” 

“Does my dad know you’re back?” Reggie asked. 

“I dunno. I haven’t told him, so probably not.” 

“I’m sure he’d love to see you again. To catch up.” He suggested.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Maybe.” She was silent for a few seconds, like she was lost in her thoughts and you looked at her worried. 

“Mom?” You shook her softly. 

“Yes? Sorry! You kids have fun.” She walked you to the door. “Not too much fun though. I don’t want grandkids...yet.” 

“Mom!” You complained and she laughed. 

“Bye sweetheart.” She hugged you. “He’s a keeper.” 

“We haven’t even had our first date yet.” 

“Yeah, but when you know, you know.” 

-------

“So, there I was. Naked and running around the school.” He was in the middle of a very detailed story of how he accidentally streaked. 

“I can’t believe they stole your clothes.” You laughed. 

“To be fair, I did put hair removal cream in the shampoo. Half the team had bald spots for the big game on the Friday. The Vixens even managed to put it in one of their chants. It was really funny, somebody sent me a video.” He continued, by this point tears were streaming down your face. “Do you wanna see?” He asked and you nodded quickly. 

“Of course.” You replied. 

“Come here.” He patted the empty space beside him. You slid out your side of the booth and sat next to him, leaning into him slightly as he showed you the video. 

After you’d watched it and you’d laughed for about ten minutes, you started to get out of the booth. 

“You can stay...if you want.” He grabbed your hand softly and you looked at your intertwined fingers. 

“Yeah. That’s be nice.” You settled back into his side and stole a few of his fries. His arm went around your shoulders slowly, as if he was scared sudden movement would frighten you off. 

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“Thank you for walking me back home.” 

“No problem.” He replied as you stood on the porch. 

“I really enjoyed tonight.”

“Me too.” He replied. “This may be a bit too soon, but you saw what happened to our parents and I know we wouldn’t have been born if they didn’t break up. But life’s short and you’re hot. So will you be my girlfriend? And you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want t-” 

“Yes.” You agreed, surprising not only Reggie but yourself. However it felt right. You walked down a few of the steps, stopping on the step above his and leaned in to kiss him. He closed the gap and kissed you softly, taking your breath away. However cliche that was, thats what you felt, and right now, you didn’t really care. You had a feeling this is what it would feel like every time you kissed him. 

“Wow.” He said breathily. 

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Wow.” You added before kissing him again, this time it was a bit rougher, a bit more needy, but it was great either way. 

“See you around sunshine.” He kissed your cheek and you blushed hard. 

“See you.” You replied as calmly as you could. You watched him walk down the porch and onto the street before you went into the house. Your mom was waiting by the door and as soon as you walked through the door the two of you squealed. 

“That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!” 

“Mom.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re just like me when I was young. Thats literally how mine and Marty’s date ended. I just hope your story ends happier than ours did.” She mumbled sadly. 

“Hopefully.” You forced a smile. “But if you hadn’t broke up you wouldn’t have me.” You tried to lighten her mood. 

“True.” She agreed and hugged you tightly. “Anyway, that was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Are you going on another date?” 

“He’s my boyfriend actually.” 

“Wow, kids move fast these days.” 

“Its not like we slept together or anything.” You rolled your eyes. “Not that I wouldn’t be opposed.” You thought.

“I suppose I slept with Marty at the end of the first date. Backseat of his car behind Pop’s.” 

“And on that note, I’m going to bed.” 

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“Has it really been five months?” Reggie asked in disbelief. You were hanging out at his house today. Your mom was busy working from home so you decided to hang out at Reggie’s to give her some peace. 

“To the date.” You replied. 

“Wow, five months ago your mom told you she’s slept with my dad in the back of his car.” 

“Don’t remind me.” You groaned. 

“What’s she doing here?” Reggie’s dad interrupted your conversation making you sit up properly on the couch. 

“Dad. It’s Y/n. I’ve told you about her.” Reggie stood up. 

“She can’t be here.” 

“Why not?” He asked. 

“Yeah, why the hell not.” You repeated his question, now also standing, an annoyed look on your face. 

“Because its my house and I said so. Now leave.” He replied sternly. You looked between him and your boyfriend, Reggie giving you an apologetic look while you gathered your things. 

“I’ll see you around Y/n.” He called after you. 

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.” 

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“Why are you back so early?” Your mom asked. She was sat at the dining-room table when you walked in sulking. 

“His dad kicked me out.” You replied, dumping your bag and coat at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Why?!” She asked, the work in front of her completely abandoned. 

“I dunno. He saw me and flipped. Started shouting and then told me to get out.” 

“Sweethear-” She started to walk towards you but you interrupted her. 

“I’m gonna go to bed. Night mom. Love you.” 

You’d been in bed for about half an hour. You’d text Reggie a few times asking if everything was okay but you were yet to receive a reply. You were about to just give up and have an early night when you heard something moving outside your window.

“Y/n.” Someone whisper shouted from outside. You cautiously made your way to the window and peeked through the curtains. 

“Reggie?” You asked, opening the window. “What are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to see you.”

“You could have come in through the door you know?” You said as you helped him climb through the window. 

“I didn’t know if your mom had gone crazy too or if it was just my dad.” He replied. 

“I thinks its just your dad.” You sat on your bed. “My mom seemed more annoyed at your dad.” 

“Good.” He sat beside you. “He said I couldn’t see you anymore.” 

“Why not!?” You asked offended. 

“Because of what your mom did. He said that it probably runs in the family and that if you’re mother did that to him, you’d probably it to me.” 

“Well thats bull. It wasn’t my mom’s fault they broke up. She was made to move.” 

“Thats what I said.” He replied. 

“What did he say?” 

“He did this.” He pointed to the bruise blossoming on his right eye. You ghosted your fingers over it and he flinched. 

“Your dad did that to you because of me?” 

“Yep.” He nodded. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Its fine. Its not your fault.” He replied. “Plus its not the first time he’s done this.” 

“Reggie that’s awful.” You cupped his cheek. “Maybe my mom had a lucky escape. Sorry.” You apologized when you noticed the look on his face.

“Its fine. You’re probably right.” He said sadly. 

“If you ignore how you got it, it kinda looks hot.” 

“You think I look hot with a black eye?” He asked, an amused smirk replacing the sad smile. 

“Kinda yeah.” You nodded. 

“How hot?” He asked, kissing your neck. 

“Very.” You replied, leaning into his touch. He continued kissing up and down your neck, making you moan softly. 

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.” You nodded your head quickly. He wasted no time taking your pajama top and bottoms off. You helped him our of his jeans and shirt, leaving you both in your underwear. 

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled, looking at you lying underneath him. “So, so pretty.” He continued, kissing your chest. “I’m the luckiest guy alive.” He took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting on it making your back arch. The hand that wasn’t keeping him up moved to your other boob and he squeezed it before playing with your nipple. Your moans spurred him on as he continued his assault on your chest. 

He pulled away quickly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before moving down your body, stopping just before you panties. Slowly he slid your underwear off, throwing it behind his back before focusing his attention on your core. He trailed kissed up and down each thigh, before diving right in. With no warning his lips were on you, sucking and nibbling your clit. You moaned loudly and he looked up at you, a smirk taking over his face. 

“You have to be quiet.” He warned. 

“Okay.” You nodded breathlessly. His hands pinned your waist to the mattress as sucked and licked harder. “Reggie.” You moaned and he could have cum just from that alone. “I need you.” You practically begged. There was no way he was gonna argue with that. Within seconds his boxers were off and he was hovering over you, lining himself up with your entrance. 

“You ready baby?” He asked one more time. 

“Definitely.” You nodded quickly and he pushed himself inside you. Both of you moaned loudly, before looking at each other and laughing. 

“Shhhh.” You said at the same time. 

“Move.” You told him. 

“Gladly.” He winked and you rolled your eyes. His thrusts were hard and slow at first, both of you enjoying the feel of each other. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer to you and changing the position making you both moan even louder. Your nails scratched down his neck and he groaned, which was possibly the hottest thing you’d ever heard. 

“Faster.” You whined. The familiar feeling was getting stronger.

His thrusts got harder and faster as he chased his orgasm, a hand moved to your clit and he rubbed quickly. Your thighs shook and you saw stars as you came. A string of curse words, as well as his name left your mouth and he followed quickly after. Releasing himself inside of you. 

His movements stilled after you’d caught your breath and he lay beside you, placing an arm underneath your head and you cuddled into him. You lay like this for a while before he sat up suddenly. 

“I was supposed to give you this when you were at mine but well, you know.” He reached over the bed and grabbed his jacket, pulling a small box out the pocket. 

“You don’t have to buy me anything.” 

“I know. But I saw it and it reminded me of you.” He replied and handed you it. “Open it.” He told you and you smiled brightly at him before opening it. Inside was a small sun hanging on a delicate chain. 

“Reggie.” You started to tear up. 

“You don’t like it do you?” He panicked. “I can get another one. You can choose.” 

“No. I love it.” You shook your head. 

“Why are you crying then? Have I missed something?” He asked confused and pulled you into a hug. 

“Its so thoughtful. One of the most thoughtful presents anybody has ever given me, I love it. But are we gonna turn into our parents?” 

“No.” He shook his head. “That necklace is where history stops repeating itself.” 

[silvorr]

Gabriel Approves The Second Time Around

Part 4

Lila’s not one to dally, especially when something like Adrien is on the line, so it isn’t even a day before she’s waiting for Gabriel Agreste to pick up his phone. This would be the second time she’s calling him in the last five minutes, and the fact that he didn’t pick up the first time does nothing for her growing frustrations.

Lila growls.

She expects her second time to go straight to voice mail, again, and she’s just mustering up the patience to call a third time when the line clicks and she’s suddenly greeted with a monotone, “This is Gabriel Agreste’s assistant speaking, how can I help you?”

“Natalie? Hi!” It pains Lila to be this chirpy so soon after a fallout but she’s got a role to play, hasn’t she? “I don’t know if you remember who I am but- “

“Cut to the chase Miss Rossi. I haven’t all day.”

‘What’s this woman’s problem?’ “Right. I’m so sorry to be bothering you but it’s just that- there’s something important I need to discuss with Mr. Agreste. Something… something happened at school today and I’m really worried for Adrien.”

There’s a pause on the other side of the line. Then: “Mr. Agreste is out of country for the time being. I’ll make sure to book an appointment as soon as he returns.”

Lila clenches her teeth, ‘That’s not soon enough!’ “Is there no way I can speak with him immediately?”

“I’m afraid not Miss. Rossi. If that is all. I will contact you with the appointment details at the earliest.”

Natalie hangs up before Lila can get another word in and Lila glowers at the floor. ‘That man better come home soon,’ she thinks, ‘or I’ll just about lose my mind.’

-

With his father gone on a business trip Adrien felt just a little more in control of his life than he usually did. This was probably what spurred his decision (and a few suggestions from Plagg of course) to surprise Marinette by waiting outside her bakery ten minutes before school started. He’s already gone inside and confirmed that Marinette was yet to start heading to school and so there he stood; leaning beside the front door with a smirk that would have made Chat Noir proud (yes, Adrien knew that technically he was Chat Noir but whatever).

It wasn’t very long before Marinette stumbled out of the door of her parent’s bakery. She had a piece of toast clenched in between her teeth and looked ready to make a run for it all the way to school but paused when she turned and instead met Adrien’s green eyes.

“Hey there princess.”

The piece of toast fell to the ground as her jaw dropped. “A-A-A-Adrien?!”

He laughed at her bewildered expression and moved to pull her in a hug. “Mariiiiiii~ I missed you soooooo much.”

She laughed that sweet laugh of hers, the one that lit Adrien’s heart on fire, and hugged back with ferocious strength. When Adrien pulled away, they were both laughing.

“Come on, we should get to school before we’re late.”

“Oh shit!”

-

Lila ground her teeth and forced a sweet smile. The whole goddamn day they’d been at it, acting all lovey-dovey. It was so annoying to watch! It almost felt like the Dupain Chang girl was mocking her.

“Awwww, you guys are so cute together!”

Lila turned a bitter eye towards Alya as the girl yet another photograph of them. Would she just stop it already? This whole routine had gotten old after, like, the fifth time. Still, Lila made sure that none of her bitter thoughts slipped onto her expression and pretended to be happy for the new couple.

Her only comfort through the whole thing was that she wouldn’t have to keep through this for very long. The thought made Lila internally smirk.

‘Two weeks. Enjoy your boyfriends while you can Dupain Cheng, because ultimately he belongs to me.’

-

Those two weeks turned out to be the worst of Lila’s life. If Lila had thought that they’d been bad the first day, they just got worse. From the staring at each other all the goddamn time, to holding hands to the one time she’d seen Adrien feeding Dupain Cheng, it was living hell. Two weeks’ time before Gabriel Agreste was back in Paris didn’t pass quick enough for one Lila Rossi. But once she had finally lived through it, once she was finally sitting on a park bench, pretending to read a book as she waited for the one and only Gabriel Agreste to meet with her just like they usually did, no one could put out the malicious fire that seemed to twinkle in Lila’s eye. Any moment now, and she’d soon be watching Dupain-Cheng’s world crash and burn.

She was extremely mindful as a silver car came to a stop behind her and she could imagine to a degree the two unimpressed faces behind her, but nothing was stopping her now.

If there was one thing Lila was good at, it was weaving a story. She had already tarnished Dupain-Cheng’s reputation to some level in Gabriel’s eyes, a feat that wasn’t very hard to be honest. Now, all she had to do was mix in a bit of news about Dupain-Cheng’s more stalkerish tendencies (something that, to her delight, weren’t lies), put in a bad word or two about how clumsy she was and how she’d positively ruin Adrien’s reputation. That was really all it took and Lila could hear the dissatisfaction in Gabriel’s voice as he took his leave. She could imagine the frown on his face, the disappointment that he felt towards his irresponsible son.

Lila smirked as she closed the book in her hands.

‘Told you not to mess with me Dupain-Cheng’

-

“Adrien.”

Adrien looked up in surprise to see his father standing at the top of the main staircase. The man looked down at his son with his usual displeased scowl and Adrien had to wonder if he had done something wrong or if his father had simply decided to welcome him back.

“In my office. Now.”

Adrien winced as he followed the echoing footsteps of his father up the stairs. Whatever he had done, it must be bad because he was able to actually pick up the displeasure in his tone. The few times his father let emotions escape never turned out to be good and Adrien found himself subconsciously preparing himself for the worst.

When he entered his father’s office, a place he could enter only when permitted, he found his father with his back towards him, standing behind the desk he usually worked at. Adrien came to stand on the other side of that desk and waited for his father to bring up the source of his displeasure.

“I expected better from you Adrien.”

‘You always do father.’ Adrien thought.

His father continued, unaware of just how little Adrien was coming to care for all this responsibility his father was fond of placing on him. “When I first agreed to let you attend public school, I was under the impression that you were aware of the rules you would have to abide by.”

Adrien shifted nervously in his place. What was this about exactly?

“You’re still young Adrien. Letting you out in public has been one of the greatest risks that I’ve taken, especially now that a super villain is running around terrorising Paris.”

Adrien almost wanted to laugh at that. If only his father knew…

“Not only are you in constant danger when left unsupervised, but so is the reputation that this brand, that my brand carries. I would think that was something you well understood, but in light of recent events it seems not to be the case.”

What-

“She is a baker’s daughter, yes?”

Adrien’s blood ran cold.

There was no way-

“Correct if I’m wrong, son.”

Silence hung heavy and thick in the room. It was stifling and Adrien was finding it hard to keep a cool head under his current situation. He thought he had done well to hide his secret, but here he was trying to answer to crimes that were anything but.

“Will there be a need to pull you out of school?” his father mused, “You know very well that I would be more than happy to put you back on private tutors.”

A panic filled Adrien; unlike anything he had ever felt outside the mask. “Father please…” His voice sounded weak, even to him.

His father ignored him and continued on, “If you wish to continue attending school Adrien, I better not hear anymore of this nonsense again. If my sources catch you again, there won’t be a next time.”

“I-“

“Am I clear?”

“Y-yes father.”

And just like that his time with his father had come to an end. Adrien felt sick in the stomach as he exited that room, his only comfort right now were the tiny claws that dug into his skin, right above his heart. He let Natalie escort him to his room, completely lost in thought and actively ignoring her prattle on about the activities he had scheduled for the rest of the day. She would come inform him when things were due but right now, he had much bigger problems to address.

He closed the door to his room and came to sit on his bed in a daze. Panic still drummed heavy and persistent in his heart and he knew it wouldn’t go away until he did something about it. Whether he liked it or not, this wasn’t the first and nor would it be the last occasion he had disappointed his father. Adrien folded in on himself with his arms coming to wrap tightly around his sides.

“Plagg, what do I do?”

Plagg, who had come out of his usual hiding place to comfort his holder detached himself from where he had pressed himself against Adrien’s cheek. He flew down to nudge Adrien’s phone out of his pocket and onto the bed. “Call her. It’s only fair that you figure this out together.”

And Adrien didn’t want to; he didn’t want any of this to become real. The moment he talked to Marinette about this it would be set in stone and irreconcilable. The last month and a half, from taking her out on dates to being her boyfriend, her partner had been the best of his life, every moment spent with her was in love and in the pure adoration he felt for her. And he had finally finally gotten to her, only to lose her like this. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair, but life never was.

“Adrien?”

Her voice was as sweet as ever, like nothing was wrong, and it had a choked sob escaping him. The shock of the news was finally subsiding and a heavy helplessness quickly took its place. He heard her startle on the other side of the line, “Adrien?! Are you okay?”

“No Mari I’m- I’m not, I’m not.”

“What happened?”

“Father he- he found out. He found out about us.”

Adrien hears a sharp intake of breath. “What-What did he say?”

Adrien closes his eyes and a few tears slip from beneath his eyelashes, “He said that- he was ready to pull me out of school, Mari. The only freedom I have- I- “he’s not able to finish the thought. His voice is breaking and he can tell that he’s worrying her.

“Oh Adrien… “

They sit in silence for a while and Adrien tries to gather his thoughts. When he feels like he can talk without him breaking down again he says, “Mari, what are we going to do?”

“How did your father find out?”

“What?” the question catches him off guard. “I-I don’t really know.”

“Someone must have told him, right?”

Father had mentioned sources. “Yeah, I suppose.”

She responds with a non-committal hum. He can almost see the gears in her mind turning and it makes him smile a little. It reminded him that if he was ever in trouble, whether it be Chat Noir or as Adrien, he would always have two strong and dependable women to help him through.

“Adrien?”

“Yeah?”

“I- I think I have a plan.”

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(A/N: I’m sorry for the delay for this chapter. Thing is, I’ve already posted part 4 once before only to take it down, because there were some things I wanted to add. I’m not used to writing and posting multiple part fics and would actually prefer to write this in one go before posting, but any attempts at that in the past have resulted in fics not being completed or posted at all. Posting each part one by one right now means that I’ll have to hold myself to this work until it’s complete, because I actually do have a readership that enjoys what I write, and I thank you all so much for that.

I’ve only ever posted one-shots in the past on Wattpad (find my works at CaptainLynda), and those get only two or three views every few days. Seeing how fast my fic was accumulating notes (even it was only ten or so for a few days) has made me happy, and it motivates me to follow through until the very end.

I encourage my readers to leave comments, because if there’s one sure fire way of bribing a writer to complete there works is to show that you actually enjoy their work. (Reblogs are more than welcome as well)

Unfortunately, I can’t seem to figure out how to link all the parts together but once I do, I’ll make sure to leave links around so you guys have an easier way around.

Anyways, I hope liked the chapter, Until next time, ado.)

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@tyagressian

[amandaoftherosemire]

Bulletproof -- Part Seven

Fandom: Marvel/College AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader, Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Gamora

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6,357

Format: Series (Complete)

Warnings: Language, angst, sexual themes.

Summary: Gamora gives her opinion on your current plans. You and Bucky get together, just the two of you.

Banner by @hellzzzbelle

Part Six here

Part Seven

Based on the expression on Gamora's face when you entered, the kitchen floor had given you away. You were pretty sure you could have gotten around the rest as needing to wind down from a good night but scrubbing the kitchen floor by hand had been too much. Apparently Gamora thought so, too, as evidenced by her archly raised eyebrow as she lifted her gaze from the book in her lap.

"So," she said calmly, but with a dangerous kind of stillness, "what are you up to now?"

You opened your mouth without a clue as to what was going to come out when your phone vibrated in your hand. Steve:

Don't think for a single second that you're getting out of telling me what you're doing to Bucky. He looked fucking drunk when he walked in.

Your face spread in a pleased and wicked smile despite Gamora’s watchful gaze, but you knew you were going to give in there, at least a little. She was too observant, and you'd been too upset. You shot a quick text back, Sorry, Dad. I have to answer to Mom right now, before putting your phone in your pocket and shooting Gamora a winning smile.

"Funny you should ask," you replied as you walked forward to flop onto the love seat across from Gamora to tell her most of your thought process over the course of last night, this morning, and today.

You were only more certain you wanted to seduce Bucky after the day you'd spent together. You knew it could only be a one-time thing, because even going that far was going to break your heart. But since you also could not spend the rest of your life wondering about all the sparks you and Bucky constantly struck off one another, you were trying to minimize the damage as much as possible.

When you were done, Gamora sat staring at you in utter disbelief. It was an odd thing to see. Gamora had confided a lot about her life before you met her, telling you once that you'd been her first real friend. You knew her childhood had been not only deeply unhappy but also deeply weird. It was rare to surprise her.

"That is, hands down, the worst idea I have ever heard in my entire life."

Your voice was dry as the Sahara. "Come on, G, don’t sugarcoat it. Give it to me straight." You were a little insulted. Considering the things she'd told you about her father, you couldn't help it. The man had some seriously weird ideas and stupendously flawed math.

Gamora scowled and fixed you with her patented don't-fucking-start-with-me look. "You’re going to seduce Bucky." It wasn't a question so much as it was a wondering kind of disbelief. Now you were downright irritated. She only used that tone with Peter Quill and that dude was sometimes unbelievably stupid.

You pushed to your feet to pace, her attitude making you wonder if there was any way to get out of this situation even half alive; you didn't believe for a moment you were getting out of this unscathed. "To get him out of my system, yes." Gamora's expression shifted again, this time to one of exasperated disbelief. Infuriated by her attitude, you sneered. "Look, everybody wins here. He gets to have sex with me, which I know he’s wanted to for years, no strings attached. I get him out of my system, we stay friends, and I get to move on with my life."

Gamora tilted her head to the side, her voice softening. "And what about the fact that you’re in love with him?"

You stopped in your tracks, the quiet question cutting to the heart of everything wrong and yet inescapable about the situation. You carefully cleared your throat to make sure that the despair wasn't blatant in your voice. "What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him."

Gamora had grown up in a house where excellence was expected, and failure was swiftly and brutally punished. She was painfully attuned to the moods and emotions of others. She'd had to be; it was a matter of survival. You didn't fool her for a second. Her voice softened further. "It will hurt you. Why won’t you tell him? He’s as much in love with you."

You stared at Gamora for a moment, unable to answer, your throat locked closed in pain. Gamora was the best of friends. Loyal and quietly kind, she also had an amazing ability to cut to the core of the matter, to find what was important and sweep away the rest. You generally adored that about her.

Right now, however, you couldn't help but resent her a little for forcing you to face the ramifications of what you were doing. You dropped down onto the couch next to her, your eyes dry, but devastated. You'd promised yourself you'd never cry over Bucky Barnes ever again. You didn't intend to break that promise, regardless of how much it hurt. "He doesn’t believe he can be faithful," you replied finally, "and I can’t commit to a man who cheats. It’s as simple as that."

Gamora's surprisingly tender heart ached for you. She could hear the pain in your voice and would do almost anything to help, but she knew she could not save you from yourself. "I swear, it's like banging my head against a brick wall with you. How is anyone this stubborn?"

Your lips twitched, but you kept your expression and tone serious as you answered. "I grew up with Steve Rogers."

Gamora's lips twitched in return and she bobbed her head in a nod of acknowledgement for your point. The moment of levity passed quickly, and worry took over once more. "Please," she implored, setting her book aside and turning toward you on the couch, "since you listened to me about giving him another chance, listen to me again and talk to Bucky. Tell him how you feel."

Your head turned toward her with a grimace masquerading as a smile. "I don’t think I can, but I’ll think about it."

Gamora huffed out a breath and opened her arms. "Come here." Gamora's compassion always hit you harder than anything else, if only because it was so rare for her to let down her guard and show it. With a wry smile that was, if nothing else, a real smile, you scooted in and let her enfold you. Though you felt the sting of tears at the back of your eyes, none even dared approach your eyelids, let alone had the temerity to fall.

Though she was grateful you'd accepted her comfort, the rigidity of your body had Gamora staring with worried eyes over your bowed head.

The following Friday morning, you sat at Steve’s kitchen counter while he made you breakfast, something that had become a routine since you started sitting for his art project. Swinging your legs around the stool you sat on, you bounced in your seat, delighted by Steve's news.

He'd spent most of this morning's sitting telling you all about his last week texting with Peggy, beaming and pink as his pencil flew easily. He was working on your form that morning, so you were allowed to beam back at him. You did so with gusto, delighted that they’d hit it off so well.

Steve was only a passable cook, but he was getting better. He’d almost succeeded at making you an omelet this morning, and when the school year had started he could barely boil pasta. You'd been happy to serve as both his guinea pig and cheerleader as he learned how the kitchen worked, unsurprised when he quickly got the hang of the basics. Steve's old-fashioned manners fooled some people into thinking he was simple, but his demeanor hid an agile and capable brain.

Steve was blushing rosy red as he set cheesy scrambled eggs and toast in front of you. “We’re meeting for drinks tonight,” he said quietly, his face crimson as he turned back to the coffee maker to grab the pot.

You paused in the act of raising a forkful of eggs to your mouth, having dug in immediately, starved and certain Steve had succeeded at making the eggs delicious, regardless of their form. "Really?" Your shoulders dropped and your expression shifted to full 'awwww' mode. Your free hand came up to your mouth so that you could bite your fist and quietly scream.

Steve turned around with a confused, yet amused, expression. He opened his mouth as though he was going to speak, then closed it, breathing out through his nose with an exasperated affection. He took a sip of his coffee while you shoveled in eggs. You'd been right; they were delicious.

"Did you just squee?" he asked finally, the laugh in his voice contagious and making you snicker around a mouthful.

"Yes!" you cried before you'd finished chewing and swallowing, dying with impatience at the delay. Quickly downing what you had in your mouth, you continued. “You guys are adorable.”

Steve groaned in laughing disgust at the sight of you talking with your mouth full. He shook his head at your cheerfully taunting smile as he retorted. “How would you know? You took off after five minutes.”

Demurely, as though you had never been crass in your life, let alone in the last sixty seconds, you patted your lips with your napkin. “I have an active and creative imagination. I can extrapolate with enough data.” At Steve’s snort, you fixed him with a haughty stare and went back to your breakfast, this time delicately to match your demeanor. “And it was more like ten minutes. Where are you guys meeting?”

Steve sipped at coffee and wondered how you could sound like you were interrogating him even as you grinned like a madwoman. "Howlie’s," he answered.

"That’s an okay start," you considered, "but if things are going well after you’ve had a couple drinks, you should ask her to dinner and take her somewhere nicer."

Even as his lips twitched, Steve's eyebrows were lifting at your bossy tone. "What's wrong with Howlie's?"

"Nothing," you shrugged as you bit into your toast, continuing around the bite, "as long as you get there early so she doesn't have to wait for you. It works for casual but it’s kind of a meat market on Fridays."

Steve was about to retort when your last statement struck him. "You may be right. It is one of Bucky's favorite places."

"Exactly my point."

Steve laughed before catching sight of the time. "Shit, I better hit the shower or I'm gonna be late to class." He drank the rest of his coffee down and set the cup in the sink.

"Stop by tonight before you head out. I need to approve your outfit."

Steve stopped on his way out of the kitchen to shoot you an annoyed sneer. "You know, I have been on dates before. I am capable of dressing myself."

You didn't respond, merely fixed him with a blank expression and a slow blink.

Steve snorted and rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll see you later."

A half an hour later, Steve had already bolted, hair still wet and grin flashing. You were finishing your coffee and doing some of your reading on your phone before you headed back to your place when the sound of the apartment door opening startled you. When Bucky walked into the kitchen, following the smell of fresh coffee, you had hidden your pounding heart behind a calm façade, sipping and scrolling.

The sight of you sitting at his counter both thrilled and annoyed Bucky. Thrilled because the sight of you always thrilled him, but annoyed because you were once again wearing that damn robe. He hated that robe, fascinated with what you may or may not have on underneath it and obsessed with why you so often wore it when you and Steve were alone together. "So," he said as he walked to the cupboard over the coffeepot and pulled a cup down, "do you wear clothes when you come over anymore?" He turned to wiggle his eyebrows at you, but irritation rang in his voice. "Not that I’m complaining."

You frowned at him, confused by his changed attitude since you'd last seen him, a long warm smile in the hallway the night before. "Do you ever go to class?" you asked mildly, avoiding the question. You still weren't sure you wanted Bucky to know about the project until it was over.

Bucky scowled into his coffee. He couldn't help but wonder if you were here because he wasn't supposed to be. "It was cancelled; prof's out sick. I hope Steve was a gentleman and made that for you." He nodded toward the demolished eggs and toast on the plate in front of you.

"Well, he owed me." You were considering telling him the truth. You figured no one else would enjoy the story of your and Steve's initial discomfort with your nudity more than Bucky. And you hated keeping secrets, especially now that you and Bucky were reconciling.

Then his lips twisted in what looked like jealousy and you recoiled from the vulnerability. "I bet," he sneered and the mocking eyebrow he lifted in your direction had you baffled. "More coffee?"

Your lip curled in disgust even as you held out your half empty cup. "Don't be gross." You didn't know if Bucky was joking but the implication that Steve had made you breakfast because you fucked him was ruining that breakfast as it sat in your stomach.

Bucky frowned in confusion at you even as he refilled your coffee from the pot. Once more he was lost and unsure how to find his way. Then your face softened with affection and he remembered that he didn't care about anything but having you back, no matter what.

You set down your cup and got to your feet. Without hesitation, you crossed to him and slid your arms around his waist to rest your head on his shoulder. "You're looking sad again, Bucky-bug."

Bucky could not stop himself from wrapping his arms tight around you. He loved the feel of your body against his; he could not deny himself anything you offered freely. His body curved around you, his head bent over yours as he took comfort in the warmth of you. Clearing his throat, he answered flippantly. "I just need a cold beer and a willing woman, sugar." You smiled to yourself and turned your face into his chest, rubbing your nose in the skin at the base of his throat. "Maybe I'll hit Howlie's tonight." Bucky was now having trouble keeping his thoughts straight, the soft feel of your nose and lips against his skin scrambling his brains. With an effort, he dragged back the memory of his damned best friend. "You and Steve have plans?"

"No," you murmured against his skin, your breath raising goosebumps, "Steve's busy tonight. I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet."

Bucky's arms tightened around you reflexively at the thought that he could have you all to himself. "You wanna come with me, be my wingwoman?" The words were out of his mouth before he could think better of them.

You tilted your head back and smiled sweetly into Bucky's stunned face. "Maybe I will. Shoot me a text before you head out?"

He knew he was playing with fire. He knew he should care. "You got it."

That evening, Bucky mounted the stairs to his apartment with his heart galloping in either anticipation or apprehension. Maybe both. Even as his heart raced, so too did his mind, confusion warring with a newfound freedom. He had you to himself tonight. He wasn't going to waste it.

Steve, apparently, had a date.

Bucky couldn’t figure out how he felt about it. His face and neck felt hot and chills were running up and down his spine. Was this relief? Was this rage?

He'd run into Steve on the street, the other man obviously carefully dressed in tan slacks and a bright blue shirt that you'd given him for Christmas because you said the color would bring out his eyes. You'd been right, but those eyes had also been bright with an excitement Bucky had never seen before. Whoever this girl was, she'd clearly knocked Steve for a loop.

But when he rounded the corner and spotted you sitting on the floor with your back against his door, he knew for certain how he felt. Righteous.

Look at you, he thought, in one of those sundresses you wore that made Bucky grateful for spring every damn year. Your hair was off your neck and your shoulders were bare and all Bucky could think about was pressing his lips to the tempting curve of your collarbone. He knew it was weird, but he'd always thought you had the prettiest shoulders.

How the fuck could Steve look elsewhere when you were right here? You lifted your head from where it rested against the door to lift the bottle that dangled from your fingers to your lips. Your eyes opened and warmed when you spotted him standing at the top of the stairs. Your face shone in a sparkling smile and Bucky decided to hell with Steve. He’d had his chance.

He couldn’t believe his best friend was wearing the shirt YOU gave him to a date with another woman. Bucky was done, wasn’t going to stand aside any longer. If you wanted him, he was yours.

Bucky didn’t know it, but the half-smile lifting that perfectly sculpted cheek was making your underwear damp. So perfectly wicked and astonishing in its ability to communicate, it told you that Bucky was in a reckless mood tonight. You could almost see the heated fantasies in his eyes.

Perfect. You were in an edgy, reckless mood yourself.

"What are you doing out here, babygirl?" The timbre of Bucky's voice took on a whole new tone on the familiar pet name. Hungry and rich with promise, it matched the heat of his eyes as they devoured your neckline, snagging again on the opal you'd put on that night with a wicked smile of your own.

"I'm an idiot." You didn't get to your feet as Bucky approached, but held your hand out for his. He took his cue and helped you to your feet. "I locked myself out of my apartment when I walked down to the store for pre-game beer." You weren't technically lying. You had locked your keys in the apartment. You knew because you'd had your eye on them hanging next to the door when you’d locked and closed it. "I'll give you one if I can come hang out in your place while you get ready."

When Bucky had pulled you to your feet, you'd come face to face and surprisingly close to him. He didn't immediately back off, and the warmth of his body had your skin heating in response. "Of course, you can," he replied as he stepped aside to put his key into the lock at your back. You eased out of the way to follow him in.

Once inside, you set the two six-packs of bottles and your purse on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch with a sigh. "Shit," you laughed. "I didn’t realize how tired I am until I sat down somewhere comfortable."

Bucky had dumped his bag in the corner of the room, determined to ignore everything but you from here until sunup. He snagged a beer and dropped to the couch next to you as he twisted off the top. Laying his head along the back and slumped down, he reminded you so much of when you were younger, when you'd first started to fall in love with him and thought there was a chance. Your heart twisted a little and you wondered if you should listen to Gamora and just talk to Bucky about everything.

Bucky saw the sadness around your eyes and wondered if you knew what kind of plans Steve had tonight. He hated the idea that you might be hurting. Bucky was determined ; if Steve and his mystery lady were going to be at Howlie's, you and Bucky wouldn't be. "Do you want to stay in tonight?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth his stomach tightened in anticipation and forced him to acknowledge that he had an ulterior motive for staying behind closed doors alone with you. So the fuck what? "Watch Disney movies, like old times?"

Your eyes softened and Bucky knew he'd made the right call, regardless of his selfish reasons for doing so. You'd always been the sort that needed quiet time with those you cared about, needed to connect more than a casual breakfast allowed with those that were most important to you. Offering that quiet time was the best thing he could have done to make you happy. "I thought you were after a cold beer and a willing woman," you teased softly.

Bucky grinned. "We have the cold beer." Contrary to what you expected, instead of taking the obvious set up and flirting back, his smile turned sweet. "And why would I settle for someone else when I’ve got my girl?"

You couldn't speak for a moment, because it sounded like Bucky was speaking the absolute truth, that he'd rather be with you than anywhere else. For the first time, against your better judgement, you started to have a little hope. "Lilo and Stitch?"

Bucky rolled his eyes, but affectionately, like he couldn't believe how dumb you were to even ask. "Like we’d start with anything else." You had called Bucky your Stitch for about three months after seeing the movie for the first time and hearing the line, "This is your Badness Level. It's unusually high for someone your size." Bucky leaned away to rummage in the end table next to him. Pulling out a stack of delivery menus, he fanned them out and offered them to you like he expected you to pick a card. "When are you going to be able to get back in?"

You laughed and grabbed for the one with the logo for your favorite pizza place. "Whenever Gamora comes home." You shrugged and gave him a questioning look. You knew he'd never throw you out, which is why you were engaged in the little 'locked-out' deception in the first place, but you figured you'd cover your bases. "Since I thought we were going out, I told her to take her time."

Bucky was relieved. He had you all to himself for hours. He was hoping for a chance to talk to you about everything that had happened. "You're more than welcome to stay as long as you like, doll."

At the pet name you most often heard out of Bucky for women he was hitting on, you lifted an amused brow. "Doll?" You weren't entirely certain what it meant, as you'd always assumed he called women 'doll' when he couldn't remember their name but still wanted in their pants. Your lips twitched and you said exactly what you were thinking. "Are you trying to fuck?"

Bucky's eyes widened. He'd internally cringed the moment the word had left his mouth. He'd never called you 'doll'. But now that he was allowing his thoughts to follow that path, his muscle memory had kicked in and he'd talked to you the way he'd hit on anyone else. Trust you to call him out on it. After a beat of shock, he tossed his head back and roared with laughter.

"For that," you said, as you pulled your phone out of your pocket, "I'm getting olives on the pizza."

Bucky's laughter half-morphed into gagging sounds as you pushed him off the couch with your bare foot.

Two demolished pizzas, most of a bag of mini donuts, Lilo and Stitch, and half of Tangled later, you were laying on the couch with your calves across Bucky's lap. His flesh arm was laying across the back of the couch, but his metal hand was resting on your leg, his thumb tracing dizzying circles into your skin. You could hardly believe how enticing that little motion was, but you were enjoying the slow burn so much you opted not to acknowledge it, wondering. How long could you stand it? How long without a response before he stopped? Did he even notice he was doing it?

You were keeping it light, chatting, joking, riffing on the movie, and it was everything you'd ever wanted. You'd never admit it out loud, but that's all you'd ever really dreamed of, to spend your life with your best friend. Not just the big moments, but the little ones, too. You wanted him for the everyday, the quiet times, the easy evenings at home with an old movie. You shivered and your throat tightened. Your heart aching, but for the first time truly hoping, you opened your mouth to speak.

Bucky noticed the shiver and asked, turning to you with a concerned look. "You want me to close the window?"

Your heart kicked oddly, a mixture of melting and racing and you pushed up into a sitting position but didn't move your legs from his lap. You smiled a little, your eyes soft. "Nah, I like the air."

The expression on your face had Bucky's heart skipping a beat. More than just heat, he realized there was warmth here. Maybe he could be better for you than Steve. Evidently Steve thought someone else could be better for him than you. He was welcome to her. Bucky would do whatever was needed to be the best goddamn consolation prize of all fucking time for you.

"Come here." His voice was gruff and raspy with what sounded like desire, but you thought you heard an undercurrent of bitterness to it. The sound destroyed what little courage you had and closed your voice in your throat.

Bucky pulled you close, wrapping his flesh arm around your bare shoulders and turning to tuck you against his chest. Feeling vulnerable, trying to figure out whether or not you wanted to risk talking to Bucky before you'd had a chance to give him a test drive, you snuggled in and let him warm you. "God, I missed you, babygirl." Bucky's voice was a low rumble, rich with an emotion you weren't sure you could name but sounded painfully familiar.

You didn't realize your voice matched his, as well as the one that whispered in your heart, when you answered. "I missed you, too, Bucky." His breath shuddered out. The sound of your voice had his heart leaping, but he wasn't sure why. He took his courage in both hands and asked the question he needed the answer to more than any other.

"Why did we stop being friends?"

Bucky cursed himself when your body went rigid and you slowly but inexorably pulled out of his arms to lean casually against the arm of the couch. He wanted to hold on, to comfort you until you were soft and relaxed against him once more. Only the look on your face stopped him.

Cold and tight, you answered with a disdainfully lifted brow and a slight sneer. "We're really gonna do this?" Bucky hated the look on your face, reminded of all the times you'd given him that look over the last couple years. Instead of letting you turn him away with the hard-eyed bitch he'd come to realize hid his girl away from him, he took the fidgety hand picking at the hem of your skirt, recognizing the woman he loved there.

You didn't want to think about it, didn't want to let it matter anymore. You tried to hold against the puppy-dog eyes he was giving you and asked a little more harshly than you meant, "Really?" He flinched, so slightly you wouldn't have noticed had you not been searching his face so intently, and you felt like a monster.

You gave in without any further fight, unable to deny him when he looked at you like that. You'd become able to withstand the patented Bucky Barnes puppy look, but you weren't totally immune. "Alright," you said, and Bucky frowned at the defeated warning in your voice. He understood when your lip curled in an expression so shockingly bitter he began to truly comprehend the depths of your anger with him. "Because I spent a week in the hospital, and you didn't even send me a fucking card."

Bucky's jaw dropped. Whatever he had expected, this had not been it. "Steve said you didn't want to see me." He answered without thinking, telling you the absolute truth. He had also been so ashamed of his behavior at the party you'd both been to the night before, where you’d walked in on him and someone else, he had taken the reprieve without complaint. The look of utter disgust in Steve's eyes when he'd coldly informed Bucky that he would not be allowed in to see you under any circumstances did the rest.

"I did not." Your voice was haughty, but he took comfort in the fact that you had not removed your hand from his. He toyed with your fingers, pleased to find them still relaxed as you went on. "I was already a little pissed at you when I woke up and everyone but you was there. Then they finally find you passed out in some bimbo's bed? Call me a drama queen, but I was feeling kind of bitchy."

Bucky opened his mouth to defend himself, but when he considered how he'd have felt had the situation been reversed, he'd have been heartbroken. He understood for the first time that you'd been pissed because he betrayed your friendship, not because he'd slept with someone else. He couldn't defend it. He closed his mouth and dropped his head, ashamed that he'd let you down, angry that he'd been such a coward.

You were a little taken aback to see the immediate understanding swiftly followed by remorse that flickered across Bucky's face. Pain flashed in his eyes as his gaze dropped to your hand where his thumbs were tracing gentle circles over the back. Your heart softened, as did your voice, though the hurt was clear for the first time even as you shrugged. "It's not like I said you were dead to me. I didn't see you for fucking weeks." Finally, you'd voiced the question you'd needed answered for years. Why had it been so fucking easy to push him away?

"Steve wouldn't let me!" It was true. He'd tried and failed at least a dozen times to sneak around your guard to check on you himself. He'd been nearly frantic, needing desperately to see you safe and sound with his own eyes but those who loved you had circled the wagons and didn't give a shit at that time about what he needed. He had been informed that you were okay and recovering and that would have to be enough, already.

Which is why the politely doubtful tone to your voice, rich with mockery and oozing with skepticism, "And you tried extra super hard, I'm sure," fired his temper.

He squeezed your hand, and the seriousness of his demeanor had the mocking sneer you wore fading slowly from your face. "You didn't see him. Even if," Bucky spoke sternly, "and trust me, that's a big if, even if I had gotten through Steve, Gamora and Natasha were right behind him." He scoffed a little. "God himself couldn't have made it through all three of them."

You nodded an acknowledgement of his point. All three had been very protective of you for several months after your little Jameson's adventure. Not only because of what had happened with Bucky, but because of the guy who'd helped you get so inebriated. They'd basically wrapped you in bubble wrap until… "And I tried. I didn't stop trying until I saw you myself."

Until you'd run into Bucky for the first time since you'd walked in on him fucking Gina in the laundry room during the house party where you'd had all the Jameson's. He had been walking up the stairs with some new bimbo under his arm as you'd been walking down. It had been long enough that the memory of his face in that moment was almost comical. You hoped someday it would be.

"And after that?" You turned your head and looked at Bucky for the first time. You saw the memory of that meeting in his eyes, along with pain, shame, remorse. In yours he found coldness harsh enough that his heart went faint at the sight, afraid he'd lost you by not being able to let go of the past, but he saw the hurt beneath the ice. It gave him the courage to answer with the truth.

"Cowardice. Guilt." Bucky lifted your hand to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss to the back. "You of all people deserved better from me."

You couldn't speak for a moment, utterly stunned by Bucky's answer. You'd never expected him to so thoroughly validate your hurt and anger. You had no idea how to respond. "I see."

Bucky's eyes lifted to yours and you found in his face so much more than you'd ever thought you'd get out of a conversation like this. Someday, after all of this was behind you and you weren't nursing the inevitable broken heart, you'd tell him that this was the moment you promised yourself you'd never let Bucky out of your life again no matter what it cost you. Then he was speaking again, and your heart was stumbling and hoping again. "It may be too late now, but if I had it to do over again, I’d change almost everything. I’m so sorry, babygirl."

You couldn’t speak, unable to decide exactly what to do or say now that you’d had this conversation. You were paralyzed, unable to let go of either hope or fear, when you saw it.

Bucky was retreating from you. He'd done that a thousand times in the last couple years, but you'd never really recognized it for what it was. He was offering a little of himself and when you didn't respond, he withdrew. His hand relaxed and you understood he was about to drop your hand and pull away. Reflexively, your hand tightened around his. "There’s no such thing as too late for us," you said, and the complete conviction in your tone, the fierceness of your expression had Bucky's smile flashing.

You grinned back and for a moment there was nothing between you, no yesterdays, no tomorrows. Only you and he existed in this endless moment, this singular eternity. You wanted now, and only now, wanted to climb into the moment with Bucky and try to never leave it. You wanted to pretend that you could.

"Tell me something, Bucky-bug," you said, your voice a sultry whisper as you turned toward him, lifting your hand to his shoulder to push him back into the couch. Confused, he didn't resist, but his eyes widened as you threw a leg over his lap and settled kneeling against him. "Is that why you never tried to fuck me? You felt guilty?"

You slid your hands into his hair and Bucky wasn't thinking straight anymore. He put his hands on your thighs, and no matter what his intentions were, as soon as he did his fingers were digging in. "No, I…"

You brought your mouth to within a breath of his. "Or did you not want me?" The pout on your lips and in your voice had Bucky's cock twitching against where you were pressed against him. He was hard as a rock and there was no denying he wanted you now, regardless of whether he had before.

Bucky's hands tightened and he shifted, rubbing against you, making your eyelids flutter. He'd never been so turned on in his life and he hadn't even kissed you yet. "I've always wanted you. I could be dead a year and still want you. The only thing I wouldn’t change was the night I finally got a taste of you. But you deserve more than-" He was babbling and cut off abruptly with a groan when you rocked your hips against him in a slow twist.

"Don't you think I deserve what I want?" You asked the question against his ear, thoroughly enjoying having Bucky at your mercy. You'd never known he'd be this easy, or that it'd be this much fun. He seemed to want you more than anyone ever had in your entire life, to hear him say it, to tell you he'd always wanted you, was intoxicating.

Bucky shuddered at the sensation of your breath on his neck, already drowning in you and cheerfully going under for the third time. His hands had made their way up to your hips and he was turned his face, nuzzling his nose and lips against yours in a way so sweetly seductive, your heart sighed a little even as you trembled with desire. "What do you want, babygirl?" he asked in a voice throbbing with longing, singing with promise.

You pulled back to smile playfully at Bucky, only to feel your heart stumbling again at the look of starstruck wonder on his face. He looked like all his dreams were coming true. You wanted to believe he didn't look at other women like that, but that was why you couldn't. You tucked your heart away, determined to enjoy the next couple of hours to the hilt. You'd already prepared to pay for it.

Your lips curved in the sexiest smile Bucky had ever seen. It was the kind of smile that could lure a sailor to his death, he thought. That smile made the next words out of your mouth the most exciting he'd ever heard. "What do ya got?"

Part Eight here

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Crisis Part 2 Thoughts

Spoilers ahead:

The baby interrupting the monitor 😂😂😂🤣

Mick is now a literal babysitter for superman. He’s come so far.  

Their toast at the beginning and Kara wanting to wait for Barry but he wasn’t ready. 😭😭😭

Barry/Oliver Angst I am here for it.

Barry being there for Mia, he has adopted her as his now. I don’t make the rules.

I feel like Sara would try to stop them from using the pit to revive oliver after what it did to her. However she has constantine as a backup so I dunno.

Kate and Kara are actually such a cute team I am here for this.

Kara is straight up willing to murder Lex 

Kevin Conroy’s voice literally has the power to transfer me back to my childhood and I cried when I heard him speak for the first time not gonna lie. He is my batman, always and forever. I accept no substitutes. The fact that he got to play a live action Bruce Wayne in this makes me so happy.

Trophies? Oh fuck... Yeah u guys need to get the fuck outta there now.

Shit... so they are really gonna do that to my boy, make him a crazy murderer who is bitter and lost all hope? The writers knew we would instinctively trust him and did this to us didn’t they?  

However still happy I got to see him as a live action bruce wayne. Super disappointed they went that way with it. Wish it would have been more like his animated counterpart from the 90′s show and spinoffs would have loved to see that super smart clever and badass bruce wayne in this universe. 

I only saw a few seasons of smallville and stopped watching but I enjoyed the Tom welling cameo. This crossover really is a love letter to fans of sorts. <3 

He justs punches lex in the face...😂😂😂🤣

Random thought, if they ever decided to reboot Hercules the legendary journey, Tom welling would be a great fit for the part. He was giving off 90s hercules vibes to me. 

Bring Conroy back to play a less douchey bruce wayne please...

(okay still not over it)

Awwww Brandon Routh’s superman. I actually liked superman returns when i first saw it years ago. But now he has such a sad story but he’s so cheerful and upbeat I wanna give him a hug. 

Lois just straight up knocked lex the fuck out. 

I feel bad for all the lois lanes that lost their superman to this douche. Great Villain though. Kevin Conroy scared me more hahahahaha. The voice...(okay promise last comment) (maybe)

“Did we miss something?” .............yes lol

The monitor sent them to a homicidal bruce wayne to test kate’s courage LOL wtf, monitor? evil bruce wayne is not someone to fuck with he can take out the damn justice league you are lucky kara and kate are not dead. 

Get ollie’s soul back please so I can have a Barry/Oliver hug moment. I need some one on one time with these two having a heart to heart because those are the best parts of these crossovers for me. My boys being best super friends. 

WTF is the anti monitor doing to lyla? And did the monitor plan for this?

Let me know what you guys thought! 

[rabbitttart]

My Love - Cat and Lili

Chapter 1. Intro Where does a Vampire meet a Succubi? In the dark muddled streets of course. Cat, a soft outcast seeking out life sustaining blood under the veil of night. Lili, a hardened tool serving her only purpose leading humans to folly after folly. Many times they would almost meet, passing through the same streets again and again. After finding Lili's easy prey they would become a steady diet for Cat, no messy fights. Peeks and glances at one another turned into long distance crushes; "who are they really?" Lili picks up on marks as if knowingly taking care of Cat; "what do they stand to gain?" "What's up?" Lili waited this time to Cat's surprise; "You're a vampire aren't you? - I just kinda guessed since you're not in it for the wallets and jewelry and stuff." Lili remarks "Yeah..." Cat replies shamefully. "I...Um, is there a chance you wanna go get some coffee? - ...Like, after you're done here. Obviously." Lili asks. "...Okay..." Cat says rather confused. Not that Cat can taste coffee but the mutual interest should take care of that...right? Chapter 2. Coffee Seated at a center table for two in a dim red neon lit diner, the server saunters over comfortably "What can I get'cha today?" they ask, "I'll have my usual and um...they'll have a stuck coffee?" Lili responds "Heh, yeah I think we can handle that. I'll go get started." they reply before tapping the table and walking off. Lili breaks the silence "I'm Lili, what uh- what's your name?" "Cat." "Cat...Cat. Have you ever met one of my kind?" "No." Cat replies. "Well we aren't so different, we just suck souls to make a living so it's still survival in a way." Cat leans in and whispers "...What's a stuck coffee?" "I don't know, but it's all I've ever heard your people order." "My people?" Cat replies sharply before noticing the server returns with a plate and two cups "Alright, you two enjoy." "Thank you." Lili says before grabbing a large plate full of a fluffy white substance and scraping it all off into her cup. Catching Cat staring Lili responds "Oh come on, don't look at me like some kind of freak. It's just whipped cream - it's kinda my thing, half hot cocoa half coffee. They have shitty coffee but the best cocoa you can get 24/7 so I deal." Cat arches back in her chair staring at her cup then slow leans in as if about to pounce it. "Gonna kill it?" Lili teases Picking it up Cat takes a large sip of the Smokey Topaz liquid before...letting it all fall back out "Blehhh. It's pig. It's pig!" Grossed out and surprised Lili starts laughing terribly, Cat growing visibly embarrassed squeaks "I can't stand pig's blood..." "I'll remember that for the future haha." Lili responds, "Hey don't worry about it, it's not like can control what you like." "Look I...I should just go." Cat says before standing up. Lili stutters "W-Wait! Please...don't. I just wanted to get to know you. - We...don't exactly make many acquaintances in our profession...I know you're probably used to your kind but I want to try." Cat, now shouting "What kind!? I don't know how it was for you but I was shat out and left to fend on my own no "my kind" - just me, in the forest, doing whatever I had to to survive!" Lili confused asks "What about your teacher or school or kin?" "What school? In case you haven't noticed I don't exactly 'fit in' with humans. The library is it, once I finally got to the city - Books, movies, games, they're all I've had" Cat trails off. "I'm sorry...I was told your kind went to a special school..." Lili replies. Lili stands, offering her open hands to Cat "Hey...It's okay you know? There's nothing wrong, you had it rough but you're okay." Cat accepts and places their hands in Lili's. "We can work this all out, at our own pace. Give me a chance." Lili reassures. "Awwww. That was so cute. Are you two a couple?" The server says before a cup full of Smokey Topaz liquid crashes beside them. Chapter 3. Burn "Stop it." "I'm not." "Stop it." "I'm not! I'm just looking in your direction while thinking, that's totally different." Cat and Lili argue Cat laughs "Okay sure you are. What are you thinking about?" "Just...how different everything is becoming." Lili puzzles "It must be super to be able to get high, but for those of us that /can't/, you're just driving me crazy." Cat says playfully "No I mean...who we are, what we are, it's so different than we when we met and...Cat let's just go. I have a nest egg let's use it - let's not pay for the apartment and just go like get in my car and go on a journey. This city is just killing us and no one cares." "Lili...Lili what the hell are you talking about? Are you going Jack Torrance on me? Say no to the crazy!" Cat says shaking Lili's hair. "No I-" Lili chokes and spits repeatedly pulling back hairs "I just think we need to run away to face our problems. We're too comfy here." "What's wrong with comfy?" Cat says stretching out across their sofa, "This is the best it's ever been for both of us, why throw it away?" "You make a terrible partner, give me that ring back." Lili slurs, "Hey hey I don't think so, till death motherfucker we in this now." Cat replies Cat holding their ring finger up high wiggling it, Lili flops over half-heartedly trying to take the ring before giving up slumped over Cat. Lili sighs, "If that's true then do this with me, let's stop being society's bitch and go take what's ours. Our freedom, our rights, eggtoast." "Eggtoast?" Cat asks, "You just...You just don't understand the sensation of egg white in the middle of toasted bread it's so smooth and-" "Okay, okay...I don't because I can't but I'm just gonna take your word for it Method Man...You really think we should just leave?" Lili jumps up, falls down and stands back up again, "We need to do this because...you need this. I am tired of holding you back." Cats scratches their head frantically before standing up, "...Okay sweetheart, let's sleep a bit and talk about it in the evening okay?" Cat tries Lili nods wrapping her arms around Cat as they head off to bed. "You're kinda cute for someone that's dead. You smell nice..." Lili mumbles The sun setting, the soft dark washes over the city as a bright full moon now lingers on the horizon. Suddenly, an old Chevrolet sparks alive. "Wow! I honestly had no idea this thing still worked. I guess I really did luck out; don't ever play cards with a demon by the way." Lili remarks Cat laughs gleefully "I can't believe we're doing this. Where are we going? Hollywood?" Lili laughs, putting the car in drive and pulling away "Somehow I don't think we'd get along with greater demons, let's just start running. I've already got some place in mind anyway." Hours and miles pass before suddenly they're in unfamiliar lands racing without end. "So uh...Did you bring the stuff?" Cat asks nodding "The weed?", "No!" "Downers or uppers?", "Come on, the pig's blood! How am I gonna survive?" Lili grabs something from under her seat "Oh, yeah here ya' go. Whole back floorboard is full of it.", "Loose!?" Cat yells, "Ew no, what? No! In thermoses ya' sicko." Lili says rolling her eyes. Cat wanders off staring at the sprawling mountains...Are they familiar or do all mountains just look the same? Cat sits silently thinking it over. "Cat...I know you aren't gonna like this but please just do this.", "You're gonna break my leg aren't you? I always knew you were Annie." Cat jokes Lili turns on to a dirt road heading towards a forest, "I kinda got the feeling the place you described growing up was a little too familiar - when I was still getting shipped around to be fucking destroyed mentally as a child I got ended up in this little craphole town in the mountains." Lili lights another rolled paper, swerving just in time to avoid hitting an opossum "Damn adorable trash cats.", "Lili-", "Shhh let me tell you." Lili cuts in "Okay so I'm pretty sure this is us- We both came to this forest and we both lost any chance of being normal here and I think it owes us." "Lili, what happened to us is fucked up but it's just a forest, it's not like the forest itself hurt us. Well, maybe me...Fuck that tree." Cat replies Lili shakes her head "We're going, we're gonna stand in it, we're gonna think about it and we're gonna decide then. I already have the lighter fluid." "That's why you brought that? I thought that was for the grill...Why the fuck did we take a cooler full of steaks then?", "Oh shit I forgot about that - Wait...Think, WAIT! We throw the steaks /in/ the forest fire and we can have steak and justice.", "Lili I'm not burning down a forest.", "Just wait." Now deep in the hilly forest Lili stops the car, "So...This look like your forest?", "I don't know it's a forest, how the hell should I remember?" "Well get out and see!" Lili commands. Cat begrudgingly hops out before concluding...this probably isn't the forest. "I don't think so.", "Seriously? - Go look at that tree over there, that's totally not the one you ran into thinking you could fly?" Cat inspects the tree and finds gashes in the bark. "Maybe..." Cat mumbles, "What!?" Lili yells, refusing to leave the car. "What if it is huh!? What good would killing all these animals and their home do!?" Lili grabs some cans of lighter fluid and jumps out the car before walking up to Cat, "I don't recall that mountain lion asking that before trying to eat you." "That's nature, it's dumb, that doesn't mean we /have/ to kill nature for being dumb!" Cat shouts angrily, "Well I am." Lili says throwing lighter fluid around. "Stop it, what the fuck?" Cat grabs for the can of fluid, Lili being taller just holds it out of reach prompting Cat to wrestle Lili for the can, and losing. "Cat...Cat. Okay you're a lover not a fighter calm down baby.", "No!" Cat bats Lili a few more times to no effect, "...Okay...But you can't just do this." "We didn't deserve anything that happened here and I don't want to keep living knowing more might be getting hurt here Cat.", "People did this to us - not a forest, not these animals except that mountain lion I would kill that fucker if I saw it, but not the other animals. Just other people Lili." "...Yeah maybe...I just wanted this to be something we conquered together...Something that brought us closer and let us move on you know?" "Lili, you're the reason I have moved on from all this. I finally came to grips with the fact I don't have to be alone or live in the dark...mentally anyway." "Sigh...I think I might have- What the fuck is that sound?" A huge stampede of animals come out of the nearby thick running away from it, some on fire. The fire catches up to the edge of the forest near the road, "Hey, fuck you I was gonna burn this down!" Lili yells, "What? I thought you were over that!?" "Uh...yeah.", "Maybe we can still save it?" A deafening guttural growl escapes the forest causing Cat to jump back, "Fuck it!" Cat exclaims before running away. "Wait Cat, the car! THE CAR!" Lili says before giving up and laughing. Another heavy shaking growl from the forest "Eep!" Lili finally runs off to follow Cat. This? This is either an epoch or my fall right here. Five days nearly wholly dedicated to this, hours upon hours spent listening to The 69 Eyes, writing, thinking about and working on this. I fell madly in love with these two, I expect no one will appreciate this very much but this is a feeling I haven't ever had working on an art project...ever. I wanted to write! I like writing but not character making, but somehow I just wanted to be in the presence of these two and tell their story and just...yeah. Fuck mountain lions. Bad writing? Maybe. Fun? YES YES YES. See you in hack writer hell, fuckers. Writing and pretty much everything else practice. Stocks: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/1286870 https://pxhere.com/en/photo/1015826 https://pxhere.com/en/photo/233 https://pxhere.com/en/photo/81485 https://pxhere.com/en/photo/942487 https://pxhere.com/en/photo/876687 https://pxhere.com/en/photo/748395 https://pxhere.com/en/photo/71774 https://pxhere.com/en/photo/1173 https://pixabay.com/en/portrait-girl-glasses-eyes-face-1152472/ http://fav.me/d1o6rih http://fav.me/db26jfs (Mine) Brushes: http://fav.me/d1j7fpk by https://falln-stock.deviantart.com/ Credits and copyrights go to original artists/owners.

[cobblepot-comfort]

The Rescue

Chapter 4 - Cop Loves Cobblepot; Cobblepot Loves Cop - AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19704580/chapters/46632031

“You have blue eyes, Jim.  Lovely, deep, soulful blue eyes.  I fell in love with them as soon as they met mine.”

Oswald had definitely had worse days than this - and so had Jim.

They were sitting close together on the bed, Oswald propped up on an abundance of pillows with a pillow underneath his damaged leg to support it.  Jim had given Oswald his extra strength pain killing tablets - as well as a therapeutic leg rub - so his charge was feeling exceptionally mellow and relaxed.

Jim had a boyish, contented smile on his face that Oswald definitely wanted to see more of,  and so he had felt honour bound to heave his heart into his mouth and share the beauty that he looked upon now.

The look of love was in his lover’s eyes and it suited him so well....he looked so adorable, Oswald had feelings he just didn’t want to control.  Or hide.  Not any more.

“Ahhh - Ozzy.  That’s - well, beautiful.”   Jim glanced away for a moment and cleared his throat.

“Well, YOU are beautiful, James, so it’s very apt!  I swear, I still don’t quite understand what you are doing here with me, like this - in this very romantic situation.  I mean, really, Jim,” Oswald frowned,  tightly interlacing his fingers in front of him on the covers, “what the hell possessed you to fall for an ugly freak like me?”

Jim looked at Oswald in disbelief.  Oswald experienced a sharp intake of breath as Jim’s blue irises swiftly turned to black. 

“Oswald - don’t EVER say that about yourself again!” Jim berated, his eyes flashing like two big black diamonds.

Oswald locked gazes with Jim for a moment,  hypnotised by the power of his stare.

Then he sighed heavily, closed his eyes and hung his head.

“I’m sorry Jim,” he said.  He pursed and flexed his lips thoughtfully.

Then he raised his head and looked at Jim with eyes that were glassy with emotion.   

“Jim - dear,” he began tentatively, “it’s difficult for me not to repeat what other people have said to me, especially as they did so more than once.  I’m afraid I can’t help it.”

Jim’s face relaxed.  “Ahhh, Ozzy,” he sighed.  “I’m sorry.”

He came forward and pressed his forehead to Oswald’s, clasping his hands around his face tenderly.  Oswald closed his eyes and swallowed hard.

“Oswald - sweetheart - listen to me -  those other people were - and are - idiots,” Jim said in a low, rasping voice.  “They had no  business saying those things to you.   They’re cruel words, and what’s more,  Ozzy, they are just not true.  You are frickin’ BEAUTIFUL,  sweetheart, and the people who said those things are just ASSHOLES!”  He lifted Oswald’s face and kissed him passionately.

Oswald’s eyes filled up with tears that refused to be quelled.

“Oh - James.  James, look what you did to me - I’m a mess!”  he sniffed, pulling away and wiping his eyes frantically.  

“Damn, where is my silk square when I need it….” he floundered.

“Here, sweetheart,”  Jim dug out his own handkerchief and thrust it into Oswald’s shaking hand.  “I know it’s not silk, but it IS clean!  I’m sorry I made you cry.”

“Thank you honey!  And please don’t apologise, these are HAPPY tears,” Oswald smiled, furiously dabbing away at his eyes and cheeks and wiping his nose.  The cotton was soft and soothing - not as luxurious as his silk, but it still felt lovely to his wet, sore skin.  And it smelt of Jim…his glorious scent was all over it.  How could he not be comforted by that?

“Hey, sweetheart - come here,” Jim said softly, and he came forward and pulled Oswald into his arms. Oswald reciprocated eagerly.

“Phew.  Well, I’m glad I didn’t upset you,”  Jim sighed, rubbing Oswald’s back rhythmically. “I just get angry when I hear that people have hurt you, mentally or physically. I guess I’m really starting to take it personally!”  

Oswald gave him a little squeeze.  “Thank you,” he murmured.

At that moment, he was reminded of the time when Jim had saved him from being put on a meat slicer by that thug Maroni - just by telling the truth and backing up his story.  When the danger had passed, Oswald had made sure to mouth his thanks to Jim when Maroni wasn’t looking.  That had been a sweet, fleeting moment of understanding between them.

Of course, he now knew that there had been more to that deed than just altruism.  If only he had figured that out at the time!  

But better late than never ...they were together now, and that was all that mattered.

Oswald wallowed in the smell of Jim’s warm, smoky vetiver scent and the feel of his lover’s warm body against his.  This was heaven on earth and he didn’t want to come down.

Jim’s handkerchief was still clutched tightly in his hand.  He wouldn’t let go of that in a hurry, he would make sure to tuck it inside his pillowcase when he was alone.

“Oh, James,” Oswald sighed, pressing his lips gently against Jim’s shoulder.  “I could stay here like this all night!”

“Awwww.  Ditto!”  Jim pressed his lips to Oswald’s crown,  burying his nose in his lover’s soft dark hair.  

“But Ozzy, you and I need to eat.  I’m getting hungry and I’m sure I heard your stomach rumbling  once or twice too!”

“Ah, Jim, you heard it!  Well then there’s no denying, I am feeling rather peckish, now you come to mention it.  Ha!  Peckish, do you get that?”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Uh-huh!” he groaned good humouredly. 

“Well, that’s as good as I get on an empty stomach, Jim dear.”

Jim heated up a can of chicken soup for Ozzy and ordered a pepperoni pizza for himself.  

“A  real balanced diet!”  as Oswald remarked, with a cheeky chuckle.

Jim  really wished that he could cook.

Oswald offered to cook a meal for them both once he was back on his feet again. (“After all, I used to work in a kitchen, remember - and my mother taught me to cook her own recipes too ...although of course I could never quite reproduce them as well as she could….”)

He had taken away Oswald’s empty bowl, and the plate with the remaining crumbs of the many  slices of buttered toast he’d also wolfed down with gusto.

“Your appetite is getting better,” Jim remarked with approval.  “But I’m sorry I’m not a great cook, Ozzy”

“Oh, I know you more than make up for that with other skills,” Oswald smiled meaningfully.

Earlier:

Jim warmed up the soup for Oswald’s supper and made slices of toast thickly spread with butter to go with it.

“Mmm, Jim - is that chicken soup I smell?”  Oswald enthused, his big blue eyes widening with excitement.

"Yes it  is -  I know how much you love that.”  Jim sat down on the edge of the bed and placed the tray down carefully. 

“Oh yes, I do - ah, just a moment - how do YOU  know that?  I’m certain that I’ve never mentioned it to you, my dear.”

“Ah, hum - well, I heard you muttering in your sleep, “Yes, chicken soup please mother….I love your chicken soup.”

“Oh.” Oswald smiled sadly.  “So, I talk in my sleep.  I never knew that!   That’s me caught out then.  Ha!  Hmmm. Well, let’s face it, honey - why would I know that, no-one was around to hear me before.    Yes, you're right - it was my favourite - well, next to her goulash that is.”

“I’m sorry it’s not as good as your mom’s Ozzy.  It’s only out of a can.”  Jim shrugged.

“That’s perfectly all right, Jim - you are serving it, and that's all that matters.  It will taste delicious because you are giving it to me.”  

“Awwww  - hey, Ozzy.  That’s a lovely thing to say!”

Oswald grinned, plunged the spoon into the creamy broth, raised it up like a trophy and then slurped it eagerly, making yummy noises and giving the thumbs up to demonstrate his point.  

“Oh Jim, this soup is delicious - really!  Jim, I’m so happy you’re here with me and I’m grateful that you are looking after me like this.  No-one did that for me before, well, apart from my mother, and she’s….”  he tailed off, tears coming to his eyes.

“Hey, Ozzy ...I'm sorry…I shouldn’t have mentioned your mother.   Now you’re upset….”

“No, no, it’s ok Jim, I’ll be fine.  I like to talk about my mother.  It keeps her alive in a way, you know?”  Oswald sniffed and blinked away his tears. Then he spooned more soup into his mouth and bit into a slice of toast.  “Mmmm, this is great!” he smiled.

“Good, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.  Anyway -   you know you can talk to me about her - about anything - any time, don’t you Ozzy?”

“Yes - of course Jim.  Jim - I  hope your pizza will be getting here soon, I feel bad eating in front of you when you have nothing.  Here, have a bite of my toast, then I will feel better.”

“It's ok sweetheart, it should be here soon.  I have to allow half an hour for delivery and it’s only been 20 minutes. I can wait.   And - anyway, Oswald...when we’ve finished eating, I want to talk to you about something.”

“Oh?  This sounds very serious Jim.”

“Well, it is - it’s just something we have in common, it can wait til later, but I felt it would be good to share.”

“This is something in addition to our hatred for Galavan and his sister?” Oswald ventured.

“Yes, Ozzy - as well as that.”

“And our love for Gotham, our city of birth?”

“As well as that, too.”

“And being into guys? Well, one guy in particular! I mean, each other *giggle*"

“Yep.”  Jim kissed his lover tenderly. "One guy in particular, cos I am very particular!"

“Awwww Jim!  You are being so charming to me, do keep it up dear!  But Jim, you have me intrigued.”  Oswald put down his spoon and folded his arms.  “I want to know now, Jim.  What else do we have in common that you haven’t shared yet?”

“No, Oswald  - after supper. Your soup will get cold.”

“You can put it in the microwave.  Seriously, James - please tell me!  I want to know. You can’t leave me dangling like this.”

“Well - OK then - if you insist.  Oswald - I know what it’s like to have someone I love die in front of me - unlawfully.  My father was killed in a hit and run accident.  I was there with him - I was just a kid at the time.  I witnessed the whole thing.”

Oswald’s face crumpled.  His lower lip began to tremble.

“Oh - Jim!  Jim, that must have been terrible for you!  Darling - here, take the tray away please, never mind the soup - I want to hold you, right now….”  

“I’m so sorry, Jim,” Oswald said gently, as he took Jim into his arms, cuddling him as if his life depended on it.  

“I’m sorry too,” Jim softly replied, speaking into Oswalds neck.  “I’ll make sure Galavan goes down for what he did  - and his sister too -  that’s a promise.” He rubbed Oswald’s back gently.

“Murdering bitch, Tabitha!” Oswald growled, with a sob in his voice. “Yes, Jim - they both have to pay!”

“Shhh, they will, baby, don’t worry.” Jim kissed Oswald’s crown.

“Baby?  Did you just call me baby, Jim?”

“Ah, yes I did, didn’t I?”

Later:

Jim studied Oswald with quiet concern.   He asked him if he was feeling better.

“Yes, thank you, Jim, much better.  I do apologise for breaking down, I know it’s silly, I’m a grown man for God’s sake…..”

“No, it’s not silly.  You just got emotional, there’s nothing wrong with that.  Besides, Oswald,” Jim added meaningfully, “I have no doubt that you’re a grown man - I’ve seen the evidence!”

Oswald’s eyes and mouth opened wide with curiosity. “Erm - what?” he faltered.

“Ha, there you go,  Cobblepot - your bewildered look.  It looks sexy, did you know that?  No, of course you didn’t.  You’re too modest, we both know that.”

“Er….Jim….thank you, that’s very flattering, but all this is very sudden.   All these compliments, I mean...and, now you say you have evidence?  What evidence?  And evidence of what, exactly?”   

“Evidence to support your claim that you’re a grown man.  You are clearly well and truly grown up, Oswald.  Very grown up!”

“Oh!”  Oswald said.  He blushed.

“Awww, look at you,  going pink.  Don’t be bashful, Oswald. You’re very blessed.   I couldn’t help but notice when I washed you ...when you were unconscious, and weak  - I mean, you obviously couldn’t be expected to wash yourself ...”

“You saw ...you washed my....private parts?!  While I was asleep?!” 

“Well, I didn’t want you getting bed sores.   And I wasn’t going to ask Lee to do it!  I tried not to look, but..well…...”  Jim stopped and shrugged.

Oswald turned a deep shade of puce.

“Awwwww - Ozzy, come on,  it’s something you should be really proud of.  And I think I am one lucky sonofabitch!”

“I’m not embarrassed,  Jim,” Oswald interrupted hurriedly,  “You just - took me by surprise, that’s all.  I know I’m big,  it’s something I’ve never really thought much about before though.  I mean, I never thought anyone would get to appreciate it - or enjoy it!”

“Well - with your kind permission, I would love to get to appreciate AND enjoy it!”

“Of course Jim, that goes without saying!  YOU can do with me what you wish. I trust you.  And I hope I’ll get to enjoy yours too - very soon.”  He smiled coyly.

“You will - and when you’re feeling stronger, I’ll make love to you, Oswald. I promise you.  You can’t know how much I’m looking forward to making you mine.  But we need to take things slowly, especially as you’re not fully healed yet.”

“I know,  James -  but I wish we didn’t have to wait….”

“Well, we’ll make it worth waiting for...and, after all, sweetheart - you know there are still other things we can do in the meantime….”

“Oh Jim, yes, of course there are! Shall we start now?”  Oswald’s hand started to wander south on Jim’s body.

Jim quickly caught his hand, squeezing it gently.

“Whoa mister - not yet, don’t get me started - supper first, ok?  We have to keep up our strength, right?”

“OK Jim  - but afterwards…?”

“Yes, afterwards…..after our appetiser, we’ll start on the entree!”

“Oh Jim, I can hardly wait for the first course to be finished….”

Much later - when Oswald was healed and ready:

Afterwards

“Well - I think we managed that, didn’t we, sweetheart?”

“Yes my dear - my own Jim!  We managed that a lot more than ok!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“How could I not?  With you, Jim?  It was meant to be.”

“Awwwww. Thank you Ozzy.  Yes, it was meant to be wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Jim. Erm, Jim?”

“Yes, Ozzy?”  Jim looked at Oswald with a mellow post-coital smile.

“Erm, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Ask me anything.” Jim gently stroked Oswald’s bare arm distractedly.

“Thank you, Jim.  Jim - darling - I was just wondering - when did you find out - I mean, how long have you known - and how did you know - that you were into guys, as well as ladies I mean?  And - and - I have to ask you this - has there been anyone else? Any other men, I mean?”

“Well, Oswald, I can’t lie to you.  There was someone else.  Kind of, anyway - but not in the same league as you.  And - nothing like we just shared ...” 

“Ahhh.  Thank you Jim!  But..who, and when, and how? I’m sorry honey, I just have to know.”

“Well, if you really want to know Oswald - my first, what you would call awakening was back in the army, a long time ago.  I mean, I’d had suspicions that I was attracted to other guys, but wasn’t sure.  Then this one guy - Eduardo - he came on to me, when we were on manoeuvres and paired off together.  He pulled me behind a tree where there was no-one around and asked me for a kiss.  He said he thought I was gorgeous and hoped I felt the same way as he did.

“He was handsome and I felt flattered, so I let him kiss me.  And then afterwards, we started fooling around in secret - any chance we got to be alone, which is no mean feat in the army, but we managed it!  Where there’s a will there’s a way, right?  Eduardo - he told me he knew right away about me - he had a sixth sense, he said.”

“Eduardo?  Hmmm, sounds exotic,” Oswald commented scathingly.  “Sorry, Jim,” he continued more levelly,  “I digress, I didn’t mean to interrupt your flow.  Jim - I feel compelled to ask - how, erm, far did you actually go with him?”

“Well, we didn’t go,  erm,  all the way.  But - we did do oral though...hey, do you mind me sharing this?” Jim paused, as he saw Oswald’s nose wrinkle with distaste.

“No, sorry, of course not Jim -  I want to know, please carry on,” Oswald apologised, straightening his  face.

“OK  - well, he was kind of the dominant one, he knew I was - well, inexperienced, and he made me do stuff to him, practice makes perfect he used to say.  I mean he pushed me down on my knees more than once, demanded things ...erm, you know ...then he did them to me, as a ‘reward’, he said, for being good to him.”

“Oh, Jim, he sounds terrible!” Oswald interjected, reaching out and taking Jim’s hand. 

Jim smiled gratefully.  “It’s ok,” he said.  “I can talk about this now.”

  “Then,” he resumed,  “one day he tried to talk me into being penetrated, and I almost gave in - but there was something about him that made me stop - and question what I was doing with him - and then I ended the relationship.  It just didn't feel right somehow.  

“He didn’t take it well - but anyway, that was it, we were over.”  Jim stopped and a dark expression came to his eyes.

“Are you ok, Jim?” Oswald asked anxiously, reaching out and gently caressing Jim’s jaw with his finger. “He sounds like a brute, and he made you do things you quite clearly weren’t comfortable with.”

“Yeah, I’m fine, like I said it was all in the past. I doubt I’ll see him again.” Jim’s eyes ignited at the feel of Oswald’s touch.

“But if he hurt you, my dear, I would still like to do something about it.  Hunt him down and punish him for daring to abuse my beautiful lover.” Oswald pulled Jim into a gentle kiss.  “I love you Jim, and I would do anything to protect you - and avenge you too.”

“I know you would Ozzy,”    Jim grinned,  his eyes becoming even brighter with the feel of Oswald’s lips on his.  “And I love you too, and would do anything to protect you, as you know.  But - no, sweetheart, there’s no need to do anything about it.   I’m over him, and I didn’t give him the chance to hurt me!  And what’s more, he is just not worth the effort.  Of course, I ended up watching my back afterwards - in more ways than one!””  he added meaningfully.  

“But anyway, that’s not important ,” he smiled, “I’m with you now.”  

He came close and kissed Oswald tenderly.  

“I’m even more convinced now that I made the right decision.”

Jim had held back on the whole story, for fear that Oswald would feel honour bound to take retribution on his ex boyfriend - who Oswald had rightly described as a brute.

What really happened was that Eduardo had come just short of raping him, but luckily he had been too quick and  strong and  had fought him off - given him a bloodied nose and more than one bruised rib from kicking and punching like his life depended on it - which he was sure was no exaggeration. He had then read him the riot act and ditched him on the spot.

Eduardo had wiped the blood from his nose, his eyes full of fury.

“You’ll regret rejecting me, “ he’d growled savagely.  “I promise you that.  This isn’t over yet, you faggot.”

“You’ll have to catch me first,” Jim had retorted, and made off as fast as he could.

Eduardo hadn’t managed to catch up with him yet.  He hoped he never would.

He hadn’t made good on his threat, but this experience had put Jim off those kind of relations for a good while...a long time in fact, and he’d not entertained the idea of being with another man - not until now.  

But now he’d found someone special, someone to love, the process of lovemaking would be gentle, and gradual, careful and full of tenderness. He would see to that.

And it had been beautiful, and had felt right, and he had looked into his lover’s fabulous face with his misted eyes and pretty open lips and felt love overflow from his heart and escape from his body.  He’d felt Oswald tremble in his arms, heard his voice confirming in no uncertain terms that he’d reached his climax for the first time - that he belonged to Jim now, and was no longer a virgin.

And he’d panted, gasped, groaned, breathed “I love you,” felt his lover’s heartfelt sighs, returning his sentiment and whispering his name as they rapidly, breathlessly came back down to earth in each other’s arms.

“Yes Jim.  It makes perfect sense.  You saved AND guarded your virtue and kept it back especially for me!  I’m flattered.” Oswald stroked Jim’s cheek tenderly, overjoyed at the boyish smile his touch produced.

“Well, you saved yourself for me, too.  That makes me feel very special.”

“Yes, I did, Detective - and yes you ARE special, you were my first in every way, and will be my last, and I am glad too, that it was you.  Very glad!  Come here ...please…..my dear, I want another kiss….”

Jim didn’t need a repeat invitation....

[megwritesfanfiction]

@theravenqueenxx sent me a request for #24 and #28. I, in my infinite wisdom and waiting for trick-or-treaters, did #24 and #26, so I like to think I get points for trying? I’m sorry.... >.<’ I tried! Forgive me! I hope you still like it though, lol! 

Also the temptation is real to do something longer with this idea but alas... I have too many projects already!! 

#24: “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.” & #26: “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.” -Kacchako Undercover Fake Engagement AU

“No.”

Ochako rolled her eyes, reaching for the glass. “Shut up.”

“Hey.” Katsuki’s fingers gently wrapped around her wrist pulling her hand away from the cocktail glass. “I said no,” he told her quietly. Shifting his eyes to the side to make sure none of the people around them heard the exchange. He laced their fingers together pulling them to a small booth at the corner of the restaurant.

She snorted, allowing him to lightly push her to her seat. “You’re aren’t the boss of me, Katsuki,” she hissed his name like a cobra spitting venom at prey.

“It’s six o’clock in the morning,” he growled, leaning across the table to speak to her quietly. “You’re not having vodka.”

“Everyone else is,” she whispered back to him as she narrowed her eyes. There was only a small crowd of people gathering but allmost all of them had a cocktail glass within reach.

“Everyone else is on vacation,” he reminded her. “We’re here undercover that means we have a fucking job.” Sliding back down into his chair, he picked up the menu and pretended to look at it while he surveyed the room for their suspects.

“So we need to blend in so,” she told him, folding her arms across her chest as she sat back in her chair. “I was getting a drink. One, not ten. Just one!”

“Tch.”

“It didn’t even have any vodka in it.”

“I don’t give a fuck what was in it,” Katsuki said, resisting his urge to yell as the words stayed low and clenched behind his teeth. “You don’t need any fucking alcohol.”

“God, why the hell did it have to be you?” she groaned, lowering her eyes at the menu. “There’s a beach, a bar, beautiful weather, and I’m stuck with you for the next two weeks.” Granted, they were working, but Ochako had plans to try to give herself an inch of enjoyment. Especially, since she was posing as a tourist.

“Likewise, sweet cheeks…”

“Fuck you.”

“That a promise?” he questioned dryly, looking at her with annoyance. “You know, it would probably help make this whole arrangement believable-”

A low sarcastic chuckle bubbled from her chest, “Not in your wildest fantasies.”

“Hmm,” he nodded, raising his eyes to stare at her heatedly. “I don’t think you could handle my wildest fantasies.”

“You-”

“Are you all just the cutest couple?” the server gushed stepping up to the table and filling their water glasses. “Let me guess, honeymoon?”

“Oh no, not yet,” Ochako told her lightly as she forced a bright smile on her face.

Katsuki had to give it to her, she was definitely good at playing the part.

“We just got engaged and his parents surprised us with this trip.” She held up left hand, happily looking at the engagement ring on her finger.

“Awwww!” the server squealed as she cooed over the ring. “He did a great job.”

He bit his cheek, forcing his lips into a smile, “Nothing is too good for her.”

“Awww!”

Ochako’s eyes widened for a moment as she looked at him in shock before quickly maintaining her cover. She could make fun of him later for that.

“You’re so lucky!”

“I sure am,” Ochako forced herself to say as she shot him a smile.

He could play this game too. He smirked, brows raising in a challenge as he sipped his water.

“Is there anything I could start you guys off with? There are drinks and fruit already out at the corner bar.”

Katsuki shook his head, “We’re still looking.”

“Alright, I’ll be back in a little bit.”

“So,” Ochako started waiting until the server was out of earshot. “I didn’t know you were such a romantic.” Her eyelashes fluttered teasingly as she looked at the ring on her finger once more.

The usual scowl on his face slowly overtook his features once more as he shot her a look of disgust, “You know, the diamond on your engagement ring is fake, right?”

She shrugged, looking at the ring, “I still like it.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Not the whole engagement to you thinking,” Ochako clarified, shooting him a scathing glare as she smiled at him. “The ring is cool.”

Katsuki scowled, bringing his menu up to block her face, “I hate you too.”

“Excellent. Now that we have that established,” she nodded, taking one last look at her ring before turning her attention back to breakfast. “I think I want french toast.”

[deathsaknockingonmydoor]

Im getting such a Intrulogical vibe and also a demus vibe but Imma go with Intrulogical.

_____

Remus was not the most liked among the sides. He knew it, they knew it, hell he even made jokes about it. Self-deprecating as they were and maybe he, cared about that a little bit more than most thought he was even capable of.

It wasn't that he was embarrassed about his honest, demented, unfiltered attitude. It was easily the best thing about him, if he says so himself. It was just that he got tired of not being listened to, not being taken seriously, not being able to drive straight into the krakens crack as it were.

Thomas was an adult! They weren't children anymore, so he couldn't understand why our main man couldn't explore the stranger breed of beauty within himself. All he wanted was to create something horror related! Maybe Thomathy could write a book! About the monsters underneath the sea or a psychological thriller scaring even the most hardened of men or or or. Or well nothing because he couldn't, he wasn't allowed.

And what kind of bullshit was that? Just because Patton said that its wrong or that it makes us a bad person. Well FUCK YOU TOO PAT! Cause what about the horror games Thommy boy plays? Huh? You think they pop outta thin air? Hah, you wish they where thought about, written and turned into master pieces by people! Like our Thomas!

If they can, do whatever they want why can't we?

Ugh. Theres no point even arguing with Patton. No point in arguing with himself. No point in anything, he does. Even the nerd agrees, a baby on an airplane? Thats all they allowed him to be.

Theres a small fact about Remus' room. That even he forgets is there because well no one is around to even knock on his door. He assumes all rooms does it at this point. Janus, did his best but he was only one side. The room makes all thoughts, verbal. Luckily for Remus. Logan had heard his entire monologue.

____

The day started off as normal. Patton was cooking, Roman was singing so loud you could hear him even in his shower, Virgil was still asleep, Logan had downed his eighth coffee cup and had about five peices of jelly covered toast. Janus was elsewhere, most likely feeding Jekyll and Hyde and Remus had decided to break through the kitchen window- wait what?

Patton screamed at Remus as he appeared like an vengeful spirit.

"R-remus kiddo, don't do that!" Patton said shaking gripping his shirt.

Logan merely lifted an eyebrow. "Ah, Remus."

"Sorry daddio! Can't promise I won't do it again. Now can you throw the washing up liquid?"

"Er- sure kiddo." Patton agreed still shaken from Remus' appearence.

"Awwww thanks!" He unhinged his jaw and swallowed the whole bottle. "That beats eating that jar of toenails!"

Patton, entirely freaked out, and disgusted quickly made himself sparse taking his food with him.

Logan entirely unfased simply raised his eyebrow as Patton made a quick exit.

"Wow! That must be a new record!" Remus said, grinning crookedly.

His eyes shifted over to Logan, and wiggled his eybrows.

"What a mood killer, huh? I bet he was just jealous, you know I think he has a thing for fe-"

"Remus."

"Yessss~"

"I have something to tell you."

"Oooh~ are you about to confess your undying love for me?????"

"Yes"

"Cause if you aren't then-"

wait-

He blinks once.

Twice.

"...what?"

------

annnnnd

I ran outta steam

this was fun tho

Person A: “I have something to tell you.”

Person B: “Oooh~ Are you about to profess your undying love for me?”

Person A: “Yes, I am.”

Person B: “…..What?”

[asidian]

prompt!!! De-aged Ignis :) Is he freaked out by these 3 weirdos? Do the bros try to take care of him? Does baby Iggy take care of them?! Hijinks!

Author’s Notes: Sorry it took so long, bean. Here’s your baby Iggy. :)

===

Not So Very Different

===

When they go to bed that night, everything’s normal.

The campfire’s still a warm glow outside the tent, casting golden light and flickering shadows across the fabric. Gladio’s against the far wall, snoring away in his sleeping bag. Noct’s sprawled against Prompto, boneless and dead to the world. And Ignis is directly to his right, glasses folded neatly in their case and arms folded neatly over his chest.

Prompto thinks, just before he drifts off to sleep, that the pose is like some cartoon vampire, all stiff lines and rigid posture. His brain’s doing the slow, nonsensical loop it always does just before he goes down for the night, and he imagines, very vividly, Ignis dissolving under the glimmer of magic, doubtless so that he can become a bat.

It’s such a good mental picture that Prompto’s still smiling when sleep rises up to bring him down.

The next thing he knows, someone’s screaming. 

It’s a short scream, but it’s shrill, and high-pitched, and it’s right next to him.

Prompto blinks his eyes open – struggles into awareness and pushes himself up to sitting, all in one motion. They’ve been on the road long enough by now that he puts a hand out, ready to call his gun.

He takes in the scene: Gladio, sword drawn and face dark as a thunderstorm. Noct, still blearily blinking his eyes open, struggling to wake as he always does. And there beside him, where Ignis ought to be: a small boy with sleep-mussed hair and wide green eyes, all but drowning in Ignis’ button-up pajama top.

Prompto waits a beat for this to make more sense – waits another, just to be sure. But nope, the pieces aren’t connecting, and he just keeps staring, and the boy just keeps staring back.

“What the hell?” says Gladio, behind him.

And Noct says, “Ignis?”

Prompto swivels his head around – blinks at Noct. Turns back, and blinks at the boy.

There’s uncertainty in his expression – suspicion.

Then Noct says, “It’s me. Noct,” and the eyes go wide and stunned.

“Your Highness?” says the mini-Ignis, and Prompto feels his mouth fall open, because – because. It’s justified, dammit. Ignis looks like he’s all of about eight years old, but that perfect, proper accent is still the same.

“Uh,” says Prompto. “Guys? Why’s he so small?”

Behind him, he can hear Gladio shift forward, presumably for a better look. “Holy shit,” he says. “It is him.”

“Guys?,” says Prompto. “Seriously, he’s like tiny.”

“I most certainly am not,” says mini-Ignis, in that proper accent of his, almost offended. “I’m nearly nine years old.”

Prompto stares at him for a beat. Ignis stares back. Prompto feels like he’s probably in the middle of the weirdest dream he’s had this decade when he says, “Uh. Yeah. Um. Sorry?”

“This is Prompto,” says Noct, like introducing him to someone he’s known for years is the kind of thing you just do every day.

“A pleasure, I’m sure,” says mini-Ignis, tone perfectly polite even while his expression says he still subtly resents being called tiny.

“Hi,” says Prompto.

“And you’ve met Gladio,” says Noct.

Those somber green eyes dart around the interior of the tent – linger on Gladio like he’s working out a puzzle, and then, finally, seem to brighten with recognition. 

“Yo,” says Gladio. He stretches out his sword hand, away from Ignis – lets the weapon flicker and fade away in a shimmer of white light.

Ignis gives him a cautious nod in return.

Then his gaze swivels back to Noct. “Highness,” he says at last. “Don’t worry. Whatever manner of magic this is, we’ll find a way to return you to yourself.”

It’s kind of cute. He’s so earnest. He’s like regular-Ignis, all serious business, but with floppier hair.

“Hate to break it to you, Specs,” says Noct. “But I think you’re the one who’s gonna need the help.”

Ignis peers around at them, small brow furrowed. Gladio gives a nod; Prompto offers an apologetic smile.

Ignis takes an unsteady breath in and lets it out slowly. Prompto’s kind of impressed he’s not still screaming his head off. “I’m meant to be older, then,” he says, in a voice that wavers only a little.

“Like our age,” says Prompto. “Give or take a couple years.”

“Ah,” says Ignis, distantly. 

Then he takes another steadying breath in and faints dead away.

== 

By morning – after a very, very late night of discussing probable causes and potential fixes – Iggy’s got his head screwed on right again.

Not long after the sun comes up, he dresses himself in a white striped button-up that’s large enough to be a night shirt, and when Gladio tries to make breakfast, he looks downright scandalized. “Astrals preserve us,” Ignis breathes. “You’ll kill us all,” and Prompto laughs so hard he chokes on his coffee, until Noct has to pound him on the back to get him to breathe again.

Breakfast’s scrambled eggs and toast: not up to Ignis’ usual standards, maybe, but definitely better than Prompto could manage when he was eight. Probably about the upward limits of what he can make now, his brain reminds him cheerfully, and he blushes, and eats his eggs, and tells it to shut up.

“We need an actionable plan,” says mini-Ignis, reasonably, when the dishes are done.

“Dude,” says Prompto. “Are you secretly a little adult?”

Noct lifts one shoulder and lets it drop. “I told you he hasn’t changed since we were kids.”

Gladio clears his throat. “Iggy’s right, though. We’d better figure out what we’re gonna do.”

“Of course I’m right,” says Ignis, a touch testily. “Now: I understand that the most likely culprit is the time daemon you claim we fought yesterday.”

“Yeah,” says Noct. “Unless you ended up trying those weird mushrooms we found.”

Ignis pauses. He presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose, and the gesture is so him that Prompto finds himself grinning.

“Don’t worry, dude,” says Prompto, and nudges him companionably. “You grow up to be a pretty reasonable guy. Ten to one, it’s not the mushrooms.”

“Daemon or mushrooms,” says mini-Ignis. “A remedy ought to fix the problem regardless. Correct?”

“You got it,” says Gladio.

“Excellent,” says Ignis. “Then we’d best get moving.”

They all stand there, waiting expectantly, until Noct realizes he’s going to have to actually drive for a change.

===

It’s kind of cute.

Mini-Ignis lasts all of about three minutes in the car before he sacks out in the back seat, curled up on one side, practically twisted in his seat belt.

Prompto doesn’t blame him. They’ve been up most of the night, and he’s kind of dragging, himself.

He still finds the energy to say, “Awwww,” and twist around in his seat to lean over the back and peer down at the sleeping kiddo. “Lookit his little face.”

He’s just getting the camera up to snap a pic or five when Noct says, “You know he’s gonna kill you when he’s back to normal, right?”

“Why?” says Prompto. “Cause I got photographic evidence that he actually sleeps sometimes?”

Gladio snorts, nose buried in his book. “Guess this is what life was like, pre-coffee.”

Prompto snaps another couple of pics, trying to get the right angle – goes to twist back around and face forward again.

A little detail catches in his mind, though: the way the glasses are smooshed up against Iggy’s nose, biting in so they’ll leave a red mark. 

Prompto knows those feels. He reaches back and swipes the glasses – way too big for the kid – right off his face.

“And you touched the glasses,” says Noct, and gives a low whistle. “We’re gonna need two funerals for all the pieces you’ll be in.”

“Dude,” says Prompto, and pokes him in the side. “Shouldn’t you be watching the road?”

===

They stop at Galdin Quay. They stop at Hammerhead, where Cindy coos over their newest (much smaller) addition to the party. They stop at Lestallum, and Old Lestallum, and some little outpost down by a concrete river.

Thank gods Iggy sleeps through most of it, cause he’s awake for the last two, and he judges them like crazy both times they have to go poking in the shop and come away empty-handed.

“None of you remember where to find one?” he says, almost disbelieving, the second time Gladio heads back with nothing to show for the pitstop.

By now, the sun’s chasing the horizon, and the sky’s gone dusky orange with the onset of night. It’s kind of pretty. Prom’s leaning out of the car to line up a landscape in his viewfinder when Noct says, “Sorry, Specs. You, uh. You’re the one who pays attention to stuff like that.”

“And when I’m the one in need of a remedy?” says Ignis, a little stuffily.

Prompto sits back down in his seat. “We’re working it out. Kind of. Progress is being made.“

“Well,” says Ignis, in the most long-suffering tone Prompto thinks he’s ever heard. “I suppose there’s nothing for it. We’d best find someplace to spend the night.”

Someplace to spend the night is a haven in the middle of nowhere, the fire burning warm and golden and the stars spread out above them in a wash of white.

It’s not until Ignis goes to unpack the cookware that something stirs inside Prompto: a memory, half-buried, of a little boy alone in his house, parents away on business. Of scraping simple meals together, night after night, because no one else is there to do it.

Ignis is about that age now.

Prompto almost upends his chair, he gets up so fast. He says, “Hey, how bout I make dinner tonight?”

Ignis looks him up and down, plainly evaluating, and Prompto tries on his best smile. He says, “It won’t be fancy, but it’ll be edible.”

“Edible,” snorts Gladio. “That’s a glowing five-star review, if I ever heard one.”

“Dude,” says Noct. “Last time you tried to make a cake, you almost burned down the kitchen.”

“Lucky us,” says Prompto. “We don’t have a kitchen. And I’m not making cake.”

He makes stir-fry. 

The meat’s overdone, and the greens are kind of wilted, but he delivers on that promise: it’s definitely edible. 

And while Prompto does the dishes, mini-Ignis sits by the fire and re-discovers King’s Knight on his phone.

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The little store nestled down at the base of Mount Ravatogh has a remedy.

They stand there out front for a couple minutes, mini-Ignis holding the smooth glass bottle in his small hand. “I suspect,” he says at length. “That I will wake up and think this was all a strange dream.” His lips soften into a smile. “I’ll tell you all about it, Noct.”

When he downs the remedy, the change happens all at once, in a glimmer of magic.

One second, a boy is standing before them. The next, regular-Ignis is taking off his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose.

“Well look who’s here,” says Gladio.

“Hey, Iggy,” says Prompto. “Welcome back.”

Noct says nothing at all. His eyes are very wide, and Prompto wonders, fleetingly, whether he’s recalling a much young version of Ignis telling a much younger version of himself about a very familiar dream.

Ignis lifts his head. He slides his glasses back on. “As my very first order of business,” he says, “I’m going to mark our map. Astrals forbid we ever need a phoenix down if I’m indisposed.”