#i dont wanna put out a few chapters and then leave people hanging when i have a long fic planned

[fox-guardian]

whata up with the time travel fic?

that's a very good question! *walks off stage*

[buckys-black-dress]

see through

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a/n: i dont have much to say other than that it's 1 am and i needed to get this out of my system. chapter 4 of play the game is underway, i promise. also, there will be a pov switch in this fic!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. = POV change!

wc: 4.1k words

[ neighbor!bucky barnes x fem!reader ]

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-

Every Friday night, without fail, you saw the light filter into your apartment.

Notice how you said night?

Yeah, it was almost two in the morning, by the way.

And why was there light coming through the chiffon curtains you had hanging on the rod above your window?

(Great choice on your part, by the way.)

Well, because of your neighbor.

You've seen him a few times, actually. Usually on the street outside your buildings, or just out and about. Never spoke to him, though. He was quiet, kept to himself. Didn't seem very friendly or willing to exchange a greeting if he ever saw you.

But you never took it personally. Maybe he was having a bad day. Every time you saw him.

But that's besides the point. The point right now is that you can see the lights blaring in your room. From the apartment across from yours.

Should it even be possible for light to travel that far? I mean, we don't even live in the same building. You think to yourself as you watch the colors dance in the dark.

You debate getting up and yelling out your window to tell him to shut that shit off or to invest in some blackout curtains. You were tired of sacrificing your sleep every week.

But then you decided against it, because you quite frankly could not be bothered to get up from the warmth of your bed. You'd tough it out for the night, but the next time you saw him, you'd have a few words for him.

-

The next morning, it was almost ten when you woke up. You didn't have your shift at the coffee shop you worked at until three, so you took your time in making your way out of bed.

You noticed the curtains of your neighbor's apartment were still open, but you could see his figure moving across the room. He was clearly on the phone with someone, and he didn't look too happy. You wondered what could have him so angry at such an early time of the morning. He seemed like a person who could use someone to talk to, someone who he could vent to.

But before you let your thoughts get ahead of you, you turn away from the window, heading back into your kitchen to eat breakfast and get ready for the long day ahead of you.

-

"Hi, what can I get started for you today?" You ask as brightly as you can muster at the moment. You were halfway through your shift, another three hours until close.

"Uh, just a large black coffee." The gruff voice says, and it takes you a second until you look up and look closely.

It was him.

"O-okay, that'll be $3.27." You say, and he hands you a five dollar note before grumbling,

"Keep the change."

"Thanks, and your name?"

He gives you a look that's asking, 'what the fuck do you need my name for?'

"For the order." You try and salvage your dignity, because it feels like the stare shrunk you to a speck of dust.

"James."

That's all he all but growls before turning back to find a seat.

As your coworker takes over the cash register, you grab the biggest cup and fill it with his desired coffee.

You try to not think about it too much, but the anxiety you feel rising up inside you and just calling his name to give him his coffee feels absolutely ridiculous.

"Are you just gonna stare at the cup or give it to the customer?" The voice of your coworker, Jenna, rings in your ears and you look up at her, snapping out of the trance you were in.

"Sorry, I'm just a little out of it today, I guess."

"Everything alright?" She asks, and you nod.

"I'm fine, it's just... that's my neighbor." You nod your head towards where James is sat, in the corner by the window as he watches the raindrops run down the expanse of the glass.

"The one who doesn't let you sleep?"

"Yeah, but I don't think he'd take it too kindly if I tell him about that. He seems to have a lot on his own plate anyways," You explain, and she just nods.

"Well, that sucks, but you still need ta' give the guy his coffee." Jenna smiles and walks back to what she was doing before.

You gently slide out from your spot behind the counter and walk to his table.

"Here's your coffee, James. Enjoy, and- uh, let me know if you'd like anything else." You tell him while placing the steaming cup in front of him.

He murmurs a thank you that you barely catch, but you don't quite have the time to sit and wait for more of a reaction.

For the next several hours, James sits right where he was. He doesn't do anything in particular, either. He just watches outside, as the rain continues to pelt down on New York City, and as people come and go from where they were.

Eventually, about an hour left until close, you offer another cup of coffee.

"Do you want a refill? On the house." You ask gently, waiting to see if you'll get brushed off again.

"Uh... are you allowed to do stuff like that?" He asks, and you're a bit taken aback at the sudden concern.

"I don't think you should worry yourself too much, James. Free coffee's free coffee." You smile lightly, and grab the cup before filling it up without his confirmation. You could tell he wanted to say yes but didn't want to seem rude.

"You didn't have to..." He grumbles, and you simply shake your head.

"I know, but you've been here a while, and what kind of employee would I be if I let a customer sit here without any sustenance?" Your lips ply into a tiny smirk, trying to get him to loosen up a bit.

He seems so guarded, defensive. Like any moment, he's ready to run if need be, you inspect to yourself.

"You'd just be a regular employee, Y/N." He says, but the way he says your name makes a shiver run down your spine; and you can't tell if it's a good or bad one.

You unconsciously look down at your name tag, pinned to your black apron that's branded with the café's logo.

"Well, I felt like being nice. I hope you can deal." Your voice comes out short, but he knows you mean no harm.

As you walk back to the counter, you see a small smile playing on his lips, but he doesn't allow it to manifest on his face. You take that as a small victory for your last hour of work.

(bucky's pov).・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The girl who works at this café is annoying.

But she's got a nice smile. And she's nice to me, Bucky thinks to himself.

He sips on the new coffee you'd just poured for him, without his consent, he thinks bitterly.

But it was a nice gesture.

Why can't you just take a nice gesture?

Because your brain's been scrambled eggs for 70 years. You don't know what to think about anything these days.

He watches you fiddle with the espresso maker, cleaning it with a rag, which you then dip into a bucket.

You look extremely familiar to him, but he can't exactly pin where he's seen you before.

Bucky closes his eyes for a moment, trying to recall where he'd seen you, but for a moment, he comes up with nothing.

Ever since he's been living back in the real world, he hasn't been outside too much.

He goes on the occasional walk, or goes to the tower to see Steve and Sam.

But other than that, he spends a lot of time in his Brooklyn apartment. He watches movies that Steve suggests, or he invites Steve and Sam over to have beer and watch TV with him.

He hates how lonely it gets, though.

Bucky wishes that he had someone.

Someone who could understand.

And don't get him wrong, he loves Sam and Steve. They fill in the gaps in his days, and they make them better.

Sometimes, thinking about having something to do that day is what makes it. He likes having something to do, something to plan for for when his friends come over.

But it feels like a teeny, tiny part of his life is missing. A person shaped-hole in his heart.

But Bucky doesn't spend too long thinking about it, or it'll send him into a spiral about failure and how he needs to 'push himself to get out there more.'

Or that's what his therapist says.

"Hey, we're about to close, and we usually throw the pastries out at the end of the day. Do you wanna take these home, by any chance?" Your voice rings in his ears, snapping him out of the impending slippery slope of his lack of love life.

He hesitates to answer for a second, looking at the brown paper bag pinched between your fingers.

Bucky can tell you were nervous when you spoke to him. He knew he made you uneasy, and it killed him inside.

He hated that. He just wanted to have a normal conversation with someone. But everyone seems to know who he is.

Who he was.

"Uh, what is it?" He croaks, unsure of what to say at your gesture.

"It's a few cookies and a chocolate croissant."

"Sure, I'll take 'em." Bucky simply answers, watching as you hand the bag over with a soft smile and watches you walk back.

You sweep up the floor and put up all the chairs, except for the one Bucky's sitting on. You leave his table alone, and bid farewell to your coworker who was scheduled to close with you.

Bucky doesn't know what drives him to do it, but he gets up after he sees you walk out the door, and follows you home.

Damn, if you like a girl, you usually ask for her number or somethin'. Not follow her home to make sure she's safe, you idiot. Bucky's inner voice speaks and sometimes, he wishes it would just shut up because he knows he has no game nowadays, but this is all he knows to do.

He realizes the way you're walking is familiar, and not at all of the way he was supposed to be going. That made him feel a little better, less like a creep. He's about half a block behind you, and when you turn onto the same street he lives on, he's really confused.

Did you know he was behind you? Are you trying to play a trick on him?

But before Bucky can speak up or say something, you walk right past his building, and into the one right next to it.

All of a sudden, images of you right on the street in front of your buildings flash through his head. He's seen you because you're his neighbor. Bucky's seen you right there, getting ready to start your run through the neighborhood, or probably on your way to work, now that he's seen where you work.

But he feels like there's somewhere else he's seen you; somewhere familiar.

He shakes his head, wondering why he's so caught up in you. He thought you were beautiful, but he feels a pull to you that he's never felt with anyone else before.

Bucky's hands move to unlock his door, sliding the key in and twisting the lock open.

He enters, staring at his dark apartment. It's moments like this, when he spends a long day alone, that he wishes there was someone.

Someone to come home to, to hug, to kiss, to share dinner with.

Some to fall asleep with at night. Someone to keep the terrors of the dark away.

But there was no one.

And then his mind thought back to you. Your hair, your face, your warm hands that touched his while you passed him the brown paper bag of treats.

Bucky wishes he was man enough to ask you out. Not even that, just to talk to you. Have a normal conversation, to get to know you.

But that wasn't in the cards for him anytime soon, he thinks.

For now, he focuses on taking things one at a time. And right now, all he wanted was a nice, warm shower and to get at least three hours of sleep tonight.

He's in his room, forgoing the lights for now, before he looks out his window.

For a moment, he believes his eyes are playing tricks on him.

There's absolutely no way that you are standing right there, right outside his window.

Well, in your own apartment, of course.

And there's absolutely no way in hell that Bucky is watching you undress right now.

As soon as you pull off your top, Bucky turns around before he could get more than a peek of your black lace bra, and he feels a burn in the pit of his stomach.

He can't tell if it's shame, guilt, or arousal.

(y/n's pov).・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You couldn't stop thinking about James all day.

After yesterday, you wondered why you couldn't shake this feeling about him.

He'd made it quite clear that he's not a people person. Or maybe he just wasn't a you person.

But again, you tried to not take things too personally these days.

Sometimes, you wondered, though, as you looked through your bedroom window to his some nights.

You imagined what it would be like, watching one of those movies with him at night. Making dinner with him. Having coffee in the mornings before work, wondering what he did for a living.

You chastise yourself for your thoughts, thinking that you were crazy for these ideas you were coming up with out of nowhere.

As you pull off your clothes to get ready for bed, you feel the same emptiness fill your heart when your head hits the pillow, and another day has gone by where you're all alone.

-

The next day, your shift was at ten in the morning so you were up early.

You took your time in rolling out of bed. The warmth of your duvet was holding you down, and you couldn't help take a peek out your window.

You see that the room facing yours is finally housing a body in the bed. In all the time you'd been living across him, you've only seen him on the floor.

You feel a warm flutter at that. Whatever reason led him to actually sleep in the bed last night was, you hope you played a role in it.

-

You make your way to the café, and although walking in the rain wasn't ideal, you made it, somehow.

You clock in and head to the register, ready to take the millions of orders that come in through the day.

"Hi- oh! Welcome back. What can I get you?" Your tone of voice made it clear you were surprised, but was trying to not let it show.

"Uhm, just the same as yesterday, and... Can I get a chocolate croissant?" Bucky's gruff voice tells you.

You ring him up, wondering if you should say something about him being your neighbor. Although, he didn't seem too keen on looking you in the eye right now, and you wonder if you did something to make him uncomfortable yet again.

He seems to have this issue quite often.

Little do you know, this time, it isn't because of you or anything you did.

Well, nothing you did on purpose.

Nothing you were aware of at the time.

Anyways, you tell James to go take a seat and that you'd be right out with his order.

"Here you go, James," you place the plate and mug on the table, and this time, when you hear him say something, you turn around with furrowed brows.

"Sorry, I didn't catch what you said." You apologize, waiting for him to repeat himself.

"I- nevermind, it was stupid anyways. You probably have to get back to work." He mumbles while looking back down at his pastry.

"James, whatever it is, you can tell me." You offer with a kind smile. "I can come sit with you during my break, if you don't mind?" A hopeful smile crosses your face.

"Uh, I- yes, yeah, that would be nice." He struggles for a moment, but finally nods his head in confirmation along with his words.

"Alright, James. I get off in an hour for my break." You simply tell him with a soft grin, and you can practically feel his eyes burning into you as you walk away.

The blush creeping up your cheeks also stays there until the remainder of your shift.

-

As you plop in the chair across from James, you inspect him for a moment.

He was attractive, you'll admit.

Okay, he was more than attractive.

"So, James, where are you from?" You ask, your own cup of coffee in front of you on the table.

"Well, I'm Brooklyn born 'nd raised. Never was a time I didn't live here. You?" His lip twitches, looking out the window fondly.

"That's nice. I moved here when I was nine, so I guess I've been here a while. But no matter where I go, there's nowhere like home." You smile.

"There really isn't, huh? This place is irreplaceable." He gives you a crack of another smile, and you find yourself yearning for more from him. Just a tooth, something.

"Well, do you live around here?" You ask, deciding to play coy. You wanted to see what he'd say.

"Uh, yeah, actually. Over on DeKalb and Clinton." He clears his throat, the hint of a smile on his face melting right off.

"Huh, that's so funny. I live on those streets too." You grin, waiting to see his reaction.

"O-Oh really?" James doesn't really know what to say without giving away that he knows where you fucking live.

"Yeah, isn't that funny? Which building?" You're pressing, and you know he knows, but you're having your fun right now.

"T-the uhm... I live in the Washington." He's now making zero eye contact with you, and you're close to breaking.

"What a coincidence! I live in the Oakley!" You're in a fit of giggles when his face drops, you just can't help it anymore.

"James, can I tell you something?" You ask in a coquettish manner.

"Yeah, I suppose you'll tell me even if I say no." He gives a tight smile as a joke.

"I don't wanna sound like a creep, but I knew you lived in the Washington."

"Oh," James releases a breath of relief, "thank God. I knew you lived in the Oakley, but I didn't wanna sound like a stalker either." He says.

You laugh, sliding a hand on top of his resting on the table.

"Y'know, you do this really annoying thing where you leave your movies running on full brightness on your TV, and I can see it through my windows at night." You laugh at the incredulity of the situation.

"Oh... I never even thought of that. I'm sorry, Y/N." He looks genuinely remorseful, and now you feel bad for any bad thought you've had about the man that lives across from you.

"It's alright. No big deal." Your smile does a good job of convincing Bucky that you truly weren't bothered by his actions, but he still felt bad.

"Y'know, maybe I could make it up to you?" He asks, and you feel a blush moving up your chest. "Like, maybe over dinner?" His voice is timid, you can tell by the way he tilts his head down while speaking.

"James," you slide your hand into his this time, your smaller one resting in his large metal one. "I'd love to go out with you sometime."

Before he could react, you stood up from the chair.

"My break's over, but I get off at 3." You lean down and pull a pen from your apron, scribbling your number onto a napkin. "Here."

You walk away before he could say anything, but there's something about him this time that you notice.

He's blushing, too. And he's smiling. A bright, white, blinding smile.

You think of that smile throughout your whole shift, until you see he's still waiting for you when it's time to go.

"So, do you like Chinese or Italian better?" He asks with a crooked smile.

-

bonus scene:

six months later

You and Bucky are laid across your bed, the TV blaring a movie that neither of you are paying attention to. Your head is resting on his shoulder, leg thrown over both of his, and his hand running through your hair.

"You wanna know somethin' doll?" Bucky asks, and you feel his chest rumble under your head.

"Yeah, everything okay?" You ask while leaning up on your elbow to get a good look at him, trying to gauge his mood.

"Everything's okay, just remembered something." He laughs, his hand moving to hold your jaw in it. You shivered at the touch, but smiled fondly at the action.

"When I first saw you at the coffee shop, that first day when you gave the free coffee and pastries... I followed you home."

Your brows furrow and it's clear that you were confused as to why.

"I wanted to make sure you got home safe, and then it turned out that you lived right next to me. So I went up to my apartment and wondered what I'd done right in a past life to have you live right next to me, and then I saw you lived right across from me." His face was tipped upwards, like he was replaying that night in his head.

"You followed me home just to make sure I was safe?" You asked in disbelief that he did something so nice for you, when at the time you thought he hated you.

"Of course, sweetheart. It was dark out and there 're some real jerks out there, y'know." One corner of his mouth lifts up in a soft smirk. "Didn't want anything to happen to ya."

You lean down and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, appreciating his gesture.

"I really thought you didn't like me back then, so this is a nice little secret you've been hiding from me." You giggle when he pulls you back in for a real kiss.

"Yeah, well, I don't think I could'a hated you if I tried, baby. You're too sweet. And at the time, I was still getting used to being out in the open without being a national security threat." You both laugh lightly, dropping your head down.

A moment passes where you bask in his words, letting them soak in. And then a thought hits you, and you can't help but become more curious. Now you need to know the answer.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, hon." Now Bucky's brows are pulled together, and you reach up and smooth out the wrinkle with your thumb.

"Did you ever... see me doing anything in here? Like, I usually keep the curtains open, and even if they're closed, they're pretty see-through..." You trail off, giving him time to craft his response.

You have a feeling you know the answer, considering how he turns red like a tomato in an instant as words leave your lips.

"I... there was this one time, but I swear, I wasn't trying to peep on you or anything, it was the same day I followed you and I just so happened to look into your window, and you were getting undressed, but I swear, I turned away as soon as I saw what you were doing, baby-" He was rambling, trying to save himself from sounding like a complete creep after all he's just told you.

"Did you like it?" You ask, innocently, but he knew what you were trying to do.

"I-I- You were getting undressed, sweetheart, of course I liked it... are you kidding me?" Bucky's grasping for the words, trying to make you understand.

"Well... we could always recreate it, but maybe in the same apartment this time?" You cock your head to the side, your doe eyes stirring a feeling in his abdomen.

"I think that's an excellent idea, honey." Bucky's hands grasp your waist as you slide on top of his lap. "After all, I am a hands on learner."

-

fin. i hope you enjoyed!

[parappa-and-lammy]

My last chapter of 'You gotta be/leave it to lammy' had a bunch of head-canons about dog and cat culture in PaRappa's world. Do you have any similar head canons? (For like the animal people in general, doesn't even have to be for PaRappa and Lammy.)

ohmigosh YEs i LOV ideas like this!! i have so many that i just never get to show off or talk about

first things first idea. Herbicide can absolutely work on Plant Peeps so they gotta watch out for that

with that done and said. comprehensive list under the cut:

i think dogs and some other animals are chocolate intolerant. hence why PaRappa had the shits when he ate that cake

cats deal with their claws by constantly having to have a nail trimmer around, and rodents chomp on ice to keep their teeth down if need be

sheep and goats have an instinctual want to headbutt things. sometimes people. sometimes people they care about.

it's considered a courtesy to allow sea creatures and amphibians to get free water whenever they want no matter what

dogs are social animals. so much so that they gotta have a group of friends. if they dont they'll how at night to desperately shout out "YO WASSUP LET'S BE FRIENDS"

horses are one of the few animals that are always 'feral' but its considered A Very Rude Move to treat them as such. so the expression is The Horse In The Room since people dont want to confront a horse tearin up the place

i think feral animals are a weird topic in this universe. They exist and hang around anywhere they're allowed to. i imagine the ones who wanna have a job and stuff experience troubles...

Parthenogenesis happens to all fauna except mammals. And some species grow up faster than others. (example: i headcanon Cheap Cheap having hundreds of grown chicken babbies she had by herself who all have successful criminal and/or cooking careers)

Robots dont eat food. They might make it though. Yet dont bug them for stuff theyre programmed for, its demeaning. Let them do what they want instead or wait for them to offer you

Birds are immune to spiciness. i imagine it took Cheap Cheap years to stop accidentally sending taste testers to the hospital because she put a gallon of Tabasco instead of a gram (she couldnt taste the difference)

to end this list. I think hybrids do exist in the PaRappa universe! Purebreds have their own set 'look' while the ones who deviate from these would be considered hybrids. (Example would be Cats. the typical shape is like Katy Kat - boomerang looking thing. Hybrid cats could include Groober, or Matt Major from MMMM.)

i could absolutely go more in depth on any of these if need be (especially the hybrid species stuff because i like talking thinking about it), and im sure i have even more ideas i just cant remember rn.

[kashimos-hajime]

no regrets (8/8) | r.b.

summary: For the first time, he thinks of a future he could have, and someone who loves him, and there’s something bright in his heart. Or, Reiner finally understands what peace is.

WARNINGS: MANGA SPOILERS!!! angst, mentions of violence, we get our happy ending :) pairing: reiner braun x fem!reader word count: 6.7k

a/n: welcome to the last chapter!! thank you so much for being on this journey with me. there are a few callbacks to previous chapters so see if you can catch ‘em all heheh 

masterlist

crossposted on ao3 x

Few months ago ymir asked if I could let her write one last letter to krista, and I did let her. I stood over her shoulder the whole time, watching her pen down all this sappy shit and I kept thinking about you the whole time, behind those walls. What you were doing, what you were thinking. Maybe if you thought about me. I dont know.

I’m starting to see the appeal of wrting what youre not strong enough to say to a persons face. I never thought Id find myself on the other end of this stick. for some reason, I thought that I could stop myself, resist the temptation, or maybe that I didnt feel for you as strong as I thought I did once I was away from you. I was wrong.

What do I even say? I mean shit, I can barely see, my limbs are barely in tact, and all of it—shiganshina, it haunts me, even though I cant really remember it that well. Half of it goes black and then I remember hearing your voice, I remember Bertholdt, I remember you screaming.

You couldve walked away. why didnt you walk away? It doesn’t make sens. Why did you think to cut me out? Why did you try to save me? Im trying to make it make sense inmy head. It’s not working.

Fuck I dont know what I was thinking when I asked for a paper and pen. Why am I asking you questions? Its not like ill ever understand. At this point, I think it’s pity thats letting Zeke let me waste ink on trying to write straight. He doesn’t know what im doing, but thats better this way. Better than sleeping—better than eating. I just wanna talk to you and this is as close as I can get. Its my own damn fault, but I dont care. 

I completed my mission. After this, im done. ill give up the rest of my term. I dont want any of that glory anymore. I dont want to be a hero. Im just done.

Fuck, my head hurts so much. I dont really know if what im saying is making sense. Im hoping you never read this.

im sorry. I wish I could explain it to you some day, but chances are, ill be dead soon. Whether for treason or because they need to pass on the Titan, and I wont be able to see you again. Which means youll never know how sorry I am. How much I

Thats okay. I dont think youd believe me now even if I did say anything.

I remember your dream to live by the lake with a bunch of kids. You know I started to wonder if youd mind if they were our kids, not just some orphans who needed a home. I’d imagine one of them with blond hair. Imagine them swimming in the lake.

Never told you that was my dream too. Never knew i could have a dream of my own, something only I wanted and not just something to further marleys damn agenda, til I knew you. Sounds stupid but its true.

I think youd like Marley, if we weren’t sworn enemies. Just want you here with me right now. make me sleep easier knowing you’re there when I wake up. 

Dont want secrets either. Fuck I miss you so bad. I feel s o tired all the time. 

I rember when i first saw you all could think about was how you were the most prettiest girl id ever seen. I don know if you know thats why I tried to distance myself. Knew I couldn’t get distracted from my mison. happened anyway. Wish I could tell you that. 

wish I could tell you I love you. Wish I could see the look on yur face when you try lobster for the first time. Youd love it. Not sweet, but tons of desserts here too.

Shit. And the ring on your finger. ill put a ring on your finger. I promised. i swear ill go home and buy a ring for the moment I see you again. Might not be pretty but will do the best I can.

Olnly wnat only wnat only want to see you again and beg for your forgiveness. Let you know if I had a choice, I wouldnt have done it. Would take it all back, nd stay. i wanted to stay, stay with you and the others. I used to want to spend the rest of my life in those walls, now I think im sick and tired of them dividing people who arent even that differnet.

My eyes are beginning to burn. Worse because the skin is sitll growing back. Fucking hell god I miss you. miss your smile more.

I know i dont deserve your forigvneess forgiveness. I want you to be angry with me. I deserve as much, and I cant ask you to, but 

With love,

Rienr

You fold the letter, eyes closing as your fingers trace where the ink bled, the old tear stains wrinkling the paper beyond measure. Some are older than others, and you trace over his name again, your eyes burning, your throat tight enough to suffocate.

You’re leaning against the wall as everyone disembarks. They had taken Eren off first, Hange and the others getting ready to depart for the city while Connie and Jean lift a covered stretcher too white for the vivacious girl that lays dead beneath it.

They pass you silently, and you catch sight of a certain captain approaching, his pale eyes nearly swallowed by the shadows haunting his face.

“Captain,” you say, straightening. Placing the letter back into the tin, you slide it back into your pocket as he folds a green jacket over his shoulder. You give him a nod.

“You made it out alive,” Levi observes. He stops beside you, eyes more focused on what’s ahead. No doubt he’s not looking forward to having to take Zeke to wherever he needs to go—somewhere far, far away from Eren. You cross your arms. 

“It’s good to see you, too, Levi,” you intone. Sighing, you step in beside him and look out at the Walls you can’t see in the distance, your entire body wrought with a strange fatigue that’s only sewn into muscles by adrenaline leaving the body. “I think I’m going to stay.” He tilts his head to you, eyes flickering to your face, and you mirror the shift, your arms tightening. “I can’t leave this unfinished. Not after Liberio.”

“The farm will have to be abandoned,” he points out. “The kids, too.”

“I’ll make sure I move them where someone can take care of them. Somewhere north, far away from the brothers,” you assure, although still, your heart begins to sink and you close your eyes, exhaling deeply. “I have to hope they understand.”

Levi only nods, and you open your eyes as he wordlessly takes the jacket off his arm and offers it to you. Grasping it wearily, you open your mouth to ask questions but he only sets off, back towards the cabin where Zeke is still being held, and you snap your jaws shut, looking down at the jacket.

When you unfold it, you swallow the hard rock in your throat at the blue and white slipping beween the folds of olive green before there’s a sharp whistle. Looking up, you see the carriages already beginning to load up, and you glance back at the door where the captain has disappeared through before jogging down the ramp.

You slither your arms through the sleeves and shuffle the fabric along your frame as something thumps against your thigh, and you frown, reaching down into your pocket and coming into contact with something smooth and hard.

Withdrawing, your lips part at the green bolo tie gleaming in the lights of the port and you, without another thought, pull it over your head, letting it fall against your breastbone. 

“For your services to the Survey Corps.”

There’s no time to second-guess now. No time to debate.

“Good to have you back,” Hange murmurs as you walk towards the carriage taking Mikasa, Armin, and the others back to the city. You tug the lapels of the jacket tighter around yourself and flash them a weak smile. 

The Wings of Freedom on your arm feel like a brand, and it prickles your skin as you climb in after them.

.

Distantly, he remembers flashes. 

Eren reaching forward for Zeke, the exhaustion ripping him every which way, the sound of ODM gear whizzing in his ears as he tries to make sense of the punctured sensation in his armour.

How he had softened his nape, intending to die then. At least, let his death have some meaning, he had thought. Let him make one last effort to repent for everything he did to Paradis, and to his friends who’d been more family than his own mother.

He slips in an out of consciousness for the next few days. He doesn’t know what is up, what is down, but he does recognize his surroundings blearily, the way his head spinning somehow slowing when he presses his temple to the wooden floor.

How can he almost hear your voice in the echoes of the panels, countered by someone who almost sounds like Annie before he drifts off again.

When Reiner finally regains consciousness again, he wakes to someone crouched down in front of him. Jerking up, he lets out a sound before a palm slaps over his mouth and your face is shoved against his own.

“Shut it,” you whisper fiercely. “It’s just me.”

Your name muffled by your own hand, his eyes begin to burn and you lift your palm away as he sits up and you draw back. You’re dressed in clothes that look like they’ve seen better days but you’re relatively uninjured as you pull back. New lines adorn your face—one of the many prices of their damned war—and you only look exhausted. 

Sitting up, Reiner’s whole body groans as he leans against the wall, but he can’t tear his eyes away from you. Your hands are hovering around his body like you’re scared he’ll collapse and there’s a fracture in your mask.

Something gleams on your finger and his eyes flit to it, his heart lurching when he realizes what it is.

The ring. You’re wearing it. You…

For a moment, a glimmer of their teenage selves shine through and he wants to reach for it—touch it so he can remember what it’s like to be happy. He thinks it’s an awful like now; the swelling of his heart so big he can’t breathe; the way his lungs are static in his chest; how he can’t say anything because there are so many words that want to come out first.

“You’re here. You’re alive,” he finally settles on raspily. Your eyes glint with a youthful pain as you nod.

“So are you.” 

And he doesn’t know who moves first—you or him. Nothing is forgiven as their bodies crash in an embrace that lacks grace, but they cling onto another like the world is ending and they’re the only ones left standing. 

Maybe they are.

He buries his face in your neck, and your arms are so tight around him your fingers dig into his shoulders as your body melts against his and his skeleton sags in his own body.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, eyes fluttering shut. “I‘m sorry.” A hand against your neck and an arm around your waist, he wraps his legs around your own and traps you against him. You seem to only sink into him even more.

Is that enough? I don’t want you to hate me.

You suck in a breath, and then it comes out shuddering. “You can spend the rest of what life you have left repenting for making me fall in love with a man who was always supposed to die.”

Softly, in his mind, your voice cools the searing heat of hatred inside him. It’s enough. It has to be.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. It’s like they’re the only words he knows. He can’t remember ever meaning it this much. For him dying, for making you love him, for ever coming to Paradis. For loving you. For loving you. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know. I know.” Your face turns to press against his own. Your lips brush against his jaw and his eyes slide shut, tears rolling down his face. “I read every single one of your letters.” Drawing back, you cup his face in his hands and your fingers smear his tears all over his cheeks as his palm rests against your neck. Thumb stretching up to touch your chin, he feels sobs shuddering in his throat at seeing you again—looking at him almost like you used to. “I can’t begin to understand, but I know you are. And I know you love me.”

Choking, he gasps, “You should hate me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I should.” You’re crying, too, voice thick, tears stubborn on your cheeks as you give him a watery smile. “I should hate Marley, too. But it’s beautiful there. The water by the sea… I want to be there with you next time. We need to go together, before you leave me alone, okay?”

Reiner doesn’t quite hear you. He hears Marley, and beautiful, and he’s never noticed how beautiful you are when you cry, but right now, it’s the simplest truth he knows. 

“Okay.”

When you tilt his chin up and kiss him softly, something inside him explodes from the gentleness that makes him want to crack in the palm of your hands. It sears him from the inside out, makes him grab onto you like you’ll disappear—this is another dream, isn’t it? 

It has to be. 

You can’t be kissing him again after four years. He doesn’t deserve it. You’re an illusion, something his mind made up to deal with the pain. He’s finally cracked for good, just like Bertholdt said he would, and he’s the devil, not you.

But then you pull away just for a moment to smile, eyes barely open as you look at him with a sad tenderness that wraps him in an invisible embrace, and he is faced with the heart-wrenching reality. 

The sky is falling, you are holding him tightly again, and they’ve lost their years. But you’re here. With him. 

He knows that this isn’t a dream as he feels the coolness of the silver band on your finger and the heaviness in how he knows he hasn’t repented a damn thing. 

Why him?

As you run your hand through his hair, you press their foreheads together.

“And I do want a family with you, by the water if you’d like,” you murmur fleetingly against his mouth and his eyes widen, cheeks burning, entire face crumbling as he turns his face in to your shoulder, crushing you in another brace. Sobbing into your neck, his fingers dig into your shoulders, wrap tight around your waist, squeeze you so close he isn’t sure where you end and he begins and your lips brush the shell of his ear. “Reiner, say it.”

“Please,” he whispers thickly into your skin, and you cradle the back of his head with a hand. He’s nothing more than shambles. “Please, don’t go.”

“I’m not letting you out of my sight again,” you promise. His breath is hot against his own face as you pull his head back and cradle his face again, thumbs brushing away the tears from his red face. “Just a bit more. A bit more and then it’ll be all over, you know?”

And he understands, then, what you want from him. Struggling for breath, for his lungs to stop seizing in his aching chest, he cups your face that turns into his palm on instinct, your face wet with your own tears as, for a moment, they try to pretend this isn’t where they really are.

Like they’re still in that afternoon in Trost, a thousand years ago, with the kids flipping coins into the water fountain and a cream bun between them. Like they’re under the tree, apple juice on your wrist and his lips on yours.

Like it’s those trips to the city, the walks on the Walls. Honey is dripping down your chin and he’s pretending he doesn’t want to kiss you, or there’s grease smeared on his forehead, and you’re reaching up to wipe it off his skin.

Like a thousand moments all at once, and he nods to himself as you brush your hand over his temple. The world outside is startlingly quiet, as if the universe itself stopped everything itself to watch this moment, and Reiner takes a breath that bruises his sternum before he’s holding your left hand where that ring still sits.

And slowly, he pulls it off, whispering as firmly as he can. He’s sure he fails—he’s shaking all over from your presence alone.

“When this is over, I’ll put that ring back on your finger. I promise.”

The smile that splits your face is dazzling. It’s the smile he’s missed since the day he left it.

“We have a lot of things to work out, Reiner Braun.”

And your fingers barely brush his jaw before you’re leaning to press a sweet kiss against his mouth. It’s sugary on his tongue, like honey and apple slices.

.

Your back is warmer when you’re pressed up against Reiner’s. The ship is quiet, and their pinkies are just barely hooked on oen another’s as you stare blankly at the empty space between Connie’s boots. You don’t speak, and Reiner’s gaze is only on you. He can’t look at anything else now that you’re back by his side again.

There’s a cut on your cheek from the fight just half an hour ago, and there’s dried blood along your hands where your knuckles had split open, but everyone seems too exhausted to clean themselves up. 

Reiner himself has a blanket pulled over his shoulders, and he sighs, slouching in his own sack of flesh.

Your head tilts towards him, enough that your temple presses against his cheek. His eyes close and he leans into your touch. Not a word passes by, but their hold on each other’s hands tightens. And Reiner thinks. 

For the first time, he thinks of a future he could have, and someone who loves him, and there’s something bright in his heart. Something that hasn’t burned since he left Marley as a child.

Reiner thinks he doesn’t want to die anymore. He doesn’t want to miss you for another moment.

.

Raising from the steam, you groan, your hands searing from the inside out as you touch your face where you swore every inch of your skin had been stretched, but nothing seems out of sorts as you glance around. Everywhere, all your friends who had turned just as you had are in various states of disoriented. The air is still hissing, crackled with surprised screams and shouts of names as people look for one another across the field. 

It smells like cooked meat and burnt hair, a none-to-pleasant mixture that turns your stomach.

Getting to your feet, you wipe at your face, trying to ignore the weird feeling underneath your nails and the ache seizing your muscles. Trying to ignore the remnants of Eren lingering like a ghost that won’t really leave you alone. You shiver, and a strange cold sweat takes over your body.

He had taken you to the sea, except it wasn’t the shore you were familiar with. There was a cabin nearby, with blonde children running, chasing after one another and a man with golden hair standing on the porch, firewood in his arms as he calls out silently. Or maybe you had been standing too far to hear.

“Eren… where are we?”

“Wherever you think you are,” he had said. “I just brought you where you wanted to be.”

A voice, quiet as a memory, catches your attention. “Here let me help.” A soft wind blows throw the mist, cooling your scorching face as you feel a presence stand behind you.

“Oh, thank you.” You look over your shoulder to see a tall boy, and your heart stops. Mouth dropping open, you stare at his foggy image, but he only smiles fully, a smile so tender it reaches every corner of you as you stumble forward, fingers stretching for him. “Bertholdt!”

His smile grows only that much more, eyes squinting a bit and a flash of teeth before he’s looking at your hand that passes through his chest. All at once, all the hope built up in your chest crumbles, and your hand snaps back, trembling just before him. He lays a hand over your own and your eyes begin to burn, tears slipping down your cheeks.

And then, softly, you barely whisper, “I miss you.”

Bertholdt’s smile merely grows, as if to say everything he couldn’t say before. As if to show he’s at peace now—that your last memory together isn’t every part of him, and your lips press together, trying to stop yourself from shaking.

 Shadows form in the fog, and together, the two look as a freckled boy and another girl steps out of the mist a distance away, beaming like the sun. Connie and Jean stagger to their feet just behind you, and your heart lurches into your throat when you recognize them.

“Marco! Sasha!”

Someone calls your name and you turn around just as arms scoop you up and you let out a surprised noise before settling into Reiner’s arms. Looking over your shoulder to look at Bertholdt, your heart only sinks.

He smiles and Reiner lets out a sharp breath beside you, settling you down. “Bertholdt…” More shapes emerge. A shorter boy accompanied by another taller one, both alike in their features. You recognize one as the Jaw Titan holder before Falco, but the other—

“Marcel!” Reiner chokes out the name, hand stretching out to the fog, but the boy merely tilts his head and waves.

Closing your eyes, hot tears streak over your cooling flesh as you fling your arms around Reiner again and press your face into his neck. He cradles the back of your head, and he feels… somehow weaker, but still, there is that impassable strength in his core that wraps around you as he watches over your shoulder, still clinging on despite your clothes hot enough to burn.

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive. It’s the only thought in your head. Your last clear memory had truly been the others taking flight, and the pain that had ripped apart your body before sewing it back together again in unjust proportions. Your limbs had been too big, your blood racing too warmly through your head as your legs pumped but your brain screamed to stop. 

Your fingers had sank into Reiner’s legs to pull him down and you had watched—watched Jean take a bite out of him—

You shiver and Reiner’s arms tighten around you instinctively, constricting enough to let you know that his attention isn’t on you quite yet.

Boots shifting on the ground tentatively, your knees feel gummy as you draw back long enough to look at him. He still looks over your shoulder, and you follow his gaze to watch the mist retreat. Bertholdt and the other two boys fall into a pool of fog, and your lips part in a farewell, but it’s already too late.

He’s gone.

A wind sweeps through the battlefield, tickling your sweating neck and cooling your boiling blood.

“Hey,” a soft voice croaks.

Their eyes meet in tandem. He regards you softly, like you are the reason the sun rises and the stars hang at the sky. Overwhelmed, you can only cup the back of his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. Your other hand along his jaw, it takes all you can not to pull him into a bone-crushing embrace that’ll send them both to the ground.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you whisper hushedly against his mouth, throat swelling as he lets out a soft noise of surprise as you pull him into another tight hug. You don’t care that you’re crushing him, just that his heart is pounding against your own chest. “I couldn’t stop myself. I’m so sorry.” 

His eyes widening, he wraps his hands around your wrists and pulling you back just enough to kiss your fingers that crumple against his mouth. Clasping one of his hands in both of your own, you close your eyes and he uses his free fingers to brush the tears off your cheek before reaching into some dented tin you don’t recognize.

Eyebrows furrowing, you feel the heat leave your entire body, sapping your energy too, and your eyes snap to Reiner who steps back, cracking it open and presenting it to you. 

“You’re not the one who has to be sorry. I don’t think I’m the Armoured Titan anymore,” he whispers. “I don’t know if I get the rest of my life back, but either way, I want to spend the rest of it repenting to you in any way I can, if you’ll allow me to.” A weak smile. “Truth.”

Your throat closes up, and you stare down at the ring so protected, gleaming despite the destruction around them. It looks almost out of place amongst the grime smearing your skin, the sweat drenching their skin, the smell of blood and metal clinging to their clothes, but Reiner only watches you with a tenderness you can barely meet. It’s so overtly overflowing with devotion that your heart is resting on your tongue, seizing control of everything. 

You barely nod, chewing on your lip, trying not to cry even harder as his eyebrows rise in relief and he lets out a long sigh.

He lifts the ring out of the tin, snapping it closed before sliding the band back home onto your finger and all at once, everything floods you. The exhaustion, the pain, the hunger, thirst, grief wrapping around your bones and chaining you to the ground.

It’s over.

The minute he put the ring on your finger, it would mean it was over. No more blood, no more fighting.

Just like he promised.

You barely croak out his name before you fall to your knees. You trust him to catch you, and he does.

[THREE YEARS LATER]

Just after the Rumbling had stopped, you had gone back to Paradis alone and came back with three children to a man who was still uncertain in a world that was changing. 

Since then, you’ve learned so much about the world, about yourself, about Reiner. 

How he’s seized by night terrors even now, just like you, and how one thing that soothes it is going out for a walk while the sun still simmers below the horizon, the sky a dark navy blue spliced with orange rays. The intricate details like him making a point to tie his own tie because his father never taught him how or the way he has to chug his coffee so he has enough energy to get through the day.

And some days are horrible, haunting, but now, it is far outweighed by the good. He teaches Xav how to dress smart, takes the girls out shopping. Sometimes, he’s spotted around Liberio with a flame-haired boy riding his shoulders, you trailing behind hiding a smile behind some ice-cream.

Different nations, foods, cultures surround you now—citizens of countries coming to settle down roots, spread cuisine to Marley. The idea before, of humans so different than you but still similar at the root of it all, existing, still blows your mind. The technologies that you had never seen before, languages you’d never heard, sights you’d never seen, had all swarmed you as you stepped into a new world with him.

But there is always one thing you’ll come back to.

Leaning against the railing in the port city Reiner told you was the harbour he had left twelve years ago, and returned to seven years ago, you watch the clouds travel in slow drags across the pale blue canvas hung high above your head. The water spans for as far as you can see, glimmering under the sun and gorgeous enough to take your breath away. You pull at your coat across your chest absently, ignoring the tender growl of your stomach. 

Breathing in the salty wind, you feel your chest expand at the litle fishing boats a little ways out.

Reiner was right. You don’t get sick of the sea. You never will—not of this much water. You still remember the first time you had swam in it, the salt-water making your hair crisp, the cold sweat forming on your your sun-warmed skin.

You feel a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you spot blonde hair and warm eyes and smile. Your heart flutters a bit. You shift on your feet.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Reiner leans down beside you, and you clasp your hands, letting the sea wind curl against your neck. Reaching to slip his hand in between yours, he sighs and you lean against his shoulder, glancing at their pile of interlaced fingers. “Are you okay?”

“Of course,” you whisper, although even still, you can feel a numbing at your fingertips. You remember what it was like to be a Titan, even now. The sensations haunt you—flashes of your own mutated body, the grotesque meat of your hands sinking into the ankles of the man beside you, the bloodcurdling roar spilling out of your throat.

Glancing at their fingers, you watch the flashes of silver of the rings play in the sunlight, your band now having a matching counterpart on his own hand. You grasp his hands tightly, bringing them up to your lips and his own grip tightens when you dust a kiss gently along his scarred knuckles.

“No,” you finally say at length. “I’m not okay. Going back to Paradis makes me nervous as hell, but we’ll manage.” He nods slowly, and you let go of his hands to wrap your arms around his neck. His own encircle your waist, pulling you flush against him and your eyes close at the familiar warmth—a warmth you’ve woken up next to most days for the past three years. 

“Have you eaten yet?” he murmurs, and your fingers play with the soft edges teasing at your pads as his nose presses against your cheek. Your eyes flutter at the soft heat emanating from his skin, and you shake your head, melting against him. With one arm still around you, he slants his body away from just enough to pull a bag out of his pocket and it crinkles as he hands it to you. Taking it, you frown and look inside.

A cream bun. You can’t help the crumbling in your expression and Reiner holds your face in his hands carefully, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Let’s stay positive,” he whispers. “We don’t know the situation until we get there and Historia briefs us.”

“I know,” you whisper and his entire expression eases at your words. His eyes gaze at you as if you’re the sole centre of his universe, and he cups your jaw more insistently, pulling you in for a gentle kiss, one you ease into, your eyes fluttering shut as his tongue traces the seam of your mouth. Laughing, you feel his little nose scrunch and your heart bounds up into your throat as he pulls back only to kiss you again, softer this time.

“Get a room!” A sharp female voice ruins their moment and you pull back just enough to see a red-headed boy running towards them and Reiner crouches down just in time to scoop Xavier up.

“When are you getting married?” he demands. “I was promised cake when you guys got married.”

“I dunno. When you move out of the house I guess,” you tease and Xavier pouts, rubbing at the side of his nose with the heel of his palm.

“Besides, you got cake for your seventh birthday, buddy,” Reiner groans as the boy twists in his arms. “You’re getting heavy. What are you feeding him?” he adds, smiling roguishly at you and you roll your eyes as Alina and Anya approach, sun hats protecting them from the glaring sun. Alina, grocery bags in hand, waves. Anya, who’d been the one to shout, tucks her coin purse back into her bag before flashing you a great big smile.

Only fifteen and seventeen. You can barely recall what it’s like being that young anymore, but you’re grateful they didn’t spend it the way you did. They get to know beauty, and no limits at all. The former comes naturally, the latter is partially because Reiner spoils them rotten.

Alina picks a flower with velvety purple petals from a bouquet she cradles in her arm, extending it to you.

“For good luck,” she says. “And protection.” Your heart melts at her words and you pause for a moment, looking from the gorgeous bloom to Reiner, occupied with the boy in his arms making silly faces at him. Then, without another moment, you sneak the flower behind his ear and he reaches up immediately to hold it against his head, turning to you in surprise. 

“To protect the both of us,” you explain.

“Thank you. I’ll be extra careful now.” He looks at the girls, setting his free hand on Alina’s head heavily and she flushes, smiling grandly. “You three behave while we’re gone, alright?”

You nod. “Listen to Levi.” 

“And listen to your sister,” Reiner adds to Alina and Xavier. The former rolls her eyes, the latter sticks out his tongue. “I’ll miss you.”

This is their home—their family that tumbles together into a huge hug, and you can’t help but stand back, watching how they all seem to merge into one unit, unaware of where one part of their reach ends and another begins.

As Reiner pulls you into the hug, your heart soars through your body, effortlessly pounding in your throat and in your fingers and everywhere at once. Liquid heat pools everywhere as Xavier screws up his face when you kiss his cheek, the same way Reiner does after he’s eaten something sour.

And maybe it’s a bit different, or a bit broken, the shards of their bloody history still poking at their heels whenever they think you’ve forgotten them, and it’s most definitely not perfect, but you would rather have it like this then anything else.

“Hey, guys!” Breaking apart, the family look over to see Armin, Annie, and Pieck walking over. Gabi and Falco meander a little bit behind, pushing Levi in his wheelchair, and Jean and Connie are running not far behind them, shouting at one another. You stifle a laugh and Xavier shimmies out of Reiner’s hold to run towards them. The girls follow after him, trying to hold back their runs but the closer they get, you can tell the more frantic they are to say goodbye.

So this is what they’ve made a peace. Something, you hope, is good.

Annie bypasses them quickly, making her way over to you and you survey her face as Reiner squeezes your shoulder, walking over to their friends. Her blue eyes are fixed on your face, and you feel your lips curving into a smile as she shoves her hands in her pockets. Her hair is swaying in the wind, gleaming flaxen, and you remind yourself, not for the first time, that Armin and Annie’s kids, if they ever decide they want them, will be gorgeous.

Hope for the future, and all that.

She stops in front of you, tucking a strand behind her ear.

“So,” she says at length, “we’re going back to Paradis. I’m surprised you decided to come with us. You don’t owe any of us anything.”

“I know. But… you’re my best friend. You do the talking, I fly the getaway plane, right?”

“Yeah. There used to be a time when it probably would’ve been the opposite.”

You nod, and they stand in silence for a moment, watching each other. Two women who should not have been friends, but were against all odds. You don’t think you would be here today if it weren’t for Annie.

Your heart lurches and you take a step forward just as she does, her mouth open to say something. You throw your arms around her and she lets out a noise in surprise as you close your eyes. Arms coming underneath yours, her hands dig into your shoulders and you smile against soft hair as she sighs, easing into your hug.

“Finally working together on an actual assignment,” you mumble and her head tilts as her small frame shifts, a hand patting you on the back as a sign for you to back up. “Just like we always said we would.” 

Bluntly: “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

“You, too.” Pulling back, the two look at one another for another soft moment before you remember the bag in your hand and you shift the bun up in the bag, extending it towards her. “Want some?” Her eyebrows rise in faint delight, before she’s reaching over, pinching and tearing a piece off. 

You grin and do the same and you gesture for her to come stand by the rails with you, stuffing the bag into your coat pocket. Leaning against the warm metal again, you hear a seagull call. The plane you’ll be flying to Paradis floats on the water, the technicians giving it the final check before you take off.

If anything goes wrong while you help prepare and oversee accommodations for the rest of the ambassador group, you’ll remember to fire the black signal flare, but you trust Historia. You trust your friends.

You glance over at them, all laughing, and you notice that the flower has gone from Reiner to Pieck, who’s taking it out of her dark hair to tuck it into Jean’s, and his cheeks redden as he brushes it more securely behind his ear.

Annie catches your attention again, pointing out idly that they’ll have to separate soon when they finish with the plane, and you tell her to just wait a couple minutes more as Reiner catches your gaze. Setting Xav, who has somehow wormed his way back into his arms, down, he walks back over to you, and his hand trails purposefully over your back before resting at the nape of your neck, a reassuring weight on your body.

“You guys okay?”

“We’re fine,” Annie replies. “You have a clingy boyfriend,” she tells you. 

“I think it’s charming.”

She rolls her eyes. Reiner smiles, and you pat the railing beside you—silent invitation. He leans in on your other side, clasping his hands and watching the fishermen pull themselves to shore, singing a tune to each other—one familiar to all three of them and one that you wish you could get out of your head. 

“Soon may the Wellerman come…”

A faint breeze tickling at your fingertips as a sharp call for embarkment splits the harbour, you simply sigh and look over at Reiner. “I just want these last few moments to last.” His eyes meet yours, and he leans forward to press a kiss between your eyes. Annie lets out a soft noise of disgust and you bump your hip against her as Reiner pulls back.

Closing your eyes and lifting your head to the wind, you can almost imagine the one person missing standing on the other side of Annie, dark hair like spun, stained bronze and eyes like warm chocolate. He’d smile and tell them not to worry in that sincere way of his that makes you believe every word he says—as long as they were careful, they wouldn’t walk into any traps.

Your chest aches, and your lips tug into a heart-wrenching smile as you begin to sing along. Reiner slips a hand in between yours, pressing his temple against your head and you loop your other arm through Annie’s.

She rests her head on your shoulder, listening to your voice, eyes on the sailors bringing in their haul below them. Reiner hums the shanty softly, distractedly, eyes cast across the sea.

You tilt your head up to the sky, at the stars you cannot see but will join one day, and smile.

[mermaidxatxheart]

Better Together Chapter One

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 828 

Warnings: Poe being charming. It’s just a baby chapter. Only a couple swear words, mild for me lol.

A/N: this is my new story. It’s angst ridden. I was in a mood. If you like my works, please reblog, leave a comment. My works are not to be posted anywhere else without my consent.

Series Master List

Princess General Leia Organa. 

Legendary badass. 

Ruthless military tactician.

Leader of not one, but two rebellions. 

Beacon of light and hope for millions across the galaxy. 

Powerful Jedi warrior. 

And she’s just given you a mission. It’s not your first, or your second. Shit, it’s not even your fiftieth. But every time she gives you a mission, hands it to you directly, your stomach tingles and you have to fight the stupid, idiotic smile that threatens your face. So what if you have the biggest lady crush on your boss? You’re a Maker-damn professional. Act like it. 

Luckily, you can feel your leader next to you, feeling just as thrilled. 

Poe Dameron.

Flyboy.

Best pilot in the Resistance. 

Probably one of the most trustworthy people on this base. 

A good friend. 

A solid leader. 

Wickedly charming. 

Reckless with his own life, but never anyone else’s. 

He barely glances at you while Leia speaks, giving you the directive. It’s a supply run of sorts, but also a recon mission. Is the planet suitable for habitation, find a decent spot for a secret base. It’s not a big party, just the two of you. You and Poe work well together, you have a gift for maps, charts, a logical head; Poe can be impulsive, but his gut feelings are usually spot on. 

“You’re both dismissed.” She says and you turn to head for the exit, the data drive in your fist. 

Poe only just manages to wait until you’re clear of the doors before his grin breaks free and he’s literally bouncing next to you. “Time to fly again, gorgeous.” He says and you roll your eyes, pretending to be unmoved by his effervescence. 

“Poe, your ship isn’t even here.” You tease and he barks out a laugh.

“Beauty isn’t just limited to my ship.” He remarks, nudging your elbow. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. My girl is probably the most gorgeous thing ever created, but you come in at a relatively close… second.” He shrugs and you can’t help it, you laugh.

“Gee, thanks. It makes sense now.” You say and he looks at you as he subtly guides you out into the bright sunlight. 

“What does?”

“Why you’re always so very single.” You point out and he cackles, head tipped back, hand pressed against his belly. 

“And this is why I keep you around. You keep me humble.”

“Humble? Dameron, you’ve never been humble a day in your life.”

“Don’t know what you mean.” He smirks. “So, we have a couple hours to kill. Think you can convince your boyfriend to let you join us for a night-before drink?” 

“Poe. As much as I like being your friend, I’m not gonna see my boyfriend for a few days. I’d rather spend my time with him.” You say bluntly and Poe shrugs. 

“Don’t know why. Guy’s a dick, but whatever.” He holds up his hands in surrender and you decide to ignore him. Poe and your boyfriend, Bryce, have never gotten along. From day one it’s been a dick measuring contest between the two. Bryce doesn’t understand how you can tolerate the smug pilot, and Poe doesn’t understand how you can let Bryce kiss you. Any time he sees it in public, he makes loud obnoxious gagging noises until you throw something heavy at his head. 

But right now, you don’t care. You bump your fist against his closed knuckles in a friendly goodbye and head off in the other direction. 

“Hey! Predawn means before it gets light.” He calls after you. 

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t show up hungover, Dameron!” You shout back and you can just make out his cheeky grin. 

You practically skip to Bryce’s quarters and knock a secret knock. Rap, rap, rapraprap. It takes a minute before the door slides open and there he is, in all his handsome glory. Light blond hair disheveled, hanging in his soft blue eyes. He looks sleepy, like he’s only grabbed a couple hours of sleep after a long night of being on post. Your eyes trail up the exposed ridges of his abdomen to his broad shoulders to his face. 

“You’re leering.” He yawns. 

“Admiring.” You correct. 

He studies you for a minute before sighing. “When do you leave?” 

“First thing in the morning. It’s only for a few days.” You say, stepping forward and leaning against his chest to look up at him. 

“Who’s going?” His big hands rest on your hips as you hum thoughtfully. 

“Just Poe. It’s a small mission.” You rise up on your tiptoes to kiss him but he steps back with a small scoff of disgust. “B, do you really wanna spend my last night arguing about a friend? Or? Do you wanna give me something to remember you by?” You sigh. 

“Well, when you put it like that.” He grins, scooping you up by your thighs and carrying you over to his cot, his soft lips searing into yours.

Chapter Two

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[ssa-daddyhotchner]

Undercover - Chapter 1

Story Warnings: Smut, rape, mention of suicide, murder, domestic abuse, sexual assault, mention of abortion, addiction, torture, kidnapping.

Just a mention that these are serious topics and are not promoting anything and those topics are specifically for character development....

Chapter Selection

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I walk into the building and feel a rush of cool air. Dammit I wish I brought a sweater. When I walk into the office I get called by a man wearing a black suit with a red tie, 

"Agent y/l?" I turned my head and walk over to the man that called my name; my Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. "Yes?" 

"Can I see you in my office." He asked in a clam stern voice. I walked up to his door and walked inside.

He gestured for me to take a seat. "I see that you have a degree in criminology and criminal psychology."

"Yes sir." I started to rub my thump over my fingers. "Why the BAU", I couldn't read the emotions on his face. He was like stone. "I've always been interested in criminals and their behavior the why was the question I constantly asked myself when I'd see or read a story of a crime." 

He doesn't say anything he just looks. His brows furrowed with his eyes focused on my body language.

"Okay", Hotch stands up and holds out his hand. I follow his movements and shook his hand. He walks out from behind his desk and walks to the railing outside. "I'd like to introduce you to Agent y/n y/l."

A crowd of 6 people came around from all over the bullpen. Hotch pointed to all the people; "This is Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, David Rossi, and Penelope Garcia,"

We all made conversation about how it was at the BAU and the types of cases they had gotten in the past. They were quick to disperse having paperwork to do. Hotch showed me to my desk and Garcia helped me get familiar with the system. 

"Hey you need some help." Morgan approached me. "I'm already in the system and I have nothing to work on." He looks a me. 

"I can show you around the building if you want; I'm already done my paperwork and I don't get off till 5 so." I shrug I've got nothing better to do. 

JJ walked into the bullpen with a file at hand, "We've got a case." Everyone files to the round table taking a seat. Emily looks around taking notice at y/n and Morgan's absence, "Where's y/n and Morgan." 

"He took her on a tour of the building, he was done his work." Reid says. 

Me and Morgan were walking back into the bullpen when we notice everyone at the round table.

Hotch gave Morgan a disappointing look and showed me no emotion. "Don't be late. Garica." He wanted her to start. 

Garcia starts ,"16 yr old Julia Martin went missing in Georgetown, Delaware Tuesday night at 10:32pm. She goes to Sussex Central High School, she is a sophomore and keeps to herself, she has a few close friends. She doesn't go out very often." 

Now it's common knowledge that with cases like these it's time sensitive. "Wheels up in 30", We all head out to get our go bags, getting into the SUVs and heading to the jet.

We start to go over the case again. Hotch starts, "Prentiss, Morgan and I will go to the police station to set up, Reid and JJ go talk to the family. 

Y/N you're with Rossi I want you guys to go to the school and talk to her teachers and friends."

The plane lands and we all get into the cars.

Rossi gets into the driver's seat. "So how do you like it so far." He continues to look at the road. 

"It's great I've always wanted to be in the BAU since I was a kid." I look at Rossi, "Is Hotch always so serious?" He glances at me, "Most of the time but he'll warm up to you."

The rest of the car ride is filled with small conversation. 

We get to the school and walk and start talking to her teachers. I asked "What was Julia like in class? Did she talk to anybody that she usually didn't and how were her grades?"

"She didn't really talk to anyone other than a few of her friends. I would try and help her to talk but she would end up doing the work independently even with a group and she would do all the work and as for her grades they were great. She was an A, B student for the most part."

The rest of the teachers said the same thing as the first. 

"Okay so if nothing was going on at school and there were no suspicious people hanging around then they must have grabbed her at home."

 I told Rossi as we walked back to the car. Someone caught our attention. There was a boy leaning against our car. 

"Can we help you", Rossi asked. "I might know what happened to Julia, she was talking to this guy online... she might have mentioned that she was gonna meet up with him." 

"Can you come by the station later we're gonna need to talk to you", I said and he agreed. 

We drive back to the police station and the rest of the team is there. "So apparently Julia was talking to someone online and her friend thinks that's who might have taken her." Rossi says. 

"And she's never met this guy. He doesn't even go to the same school according to her friend" I continue, "The friend's name is Kevin Philips and he's coming by tomorrow."

"Okay everyone we have a long day tomorrow let's get some rest." Hotch tells the team.

We go outside to the cars and drive over to the hotel. "There were only four rooms left so we're gonna need to share.

 JJ and Emily I'm assuming you two are gonna share, Morgan and I will share so that leaves Hotch and y/n." Hotch stares at Rossi

"So you just get a room to yourself?" "Exactly." He walked off going to his room. 

Of course.. "Are you ok with that, you can just share a room with JJ and I." 

"No really it's fine." It wasn't fine. It was my first case and I sharing a room with my boss. Not just my boss but someone I found attractive. 

Hotch grabs the key and we walk to the room. He walks in, drops his stuff on the chair and I just look at him then the bed. "What is it?"

"Um there's only one bed."

He looks at the bed and then the floor. "If it bothers you I can sleep on the floor I dont mind." 

"No, it's ok, it's a large bed." He then turns around, grabs a towel and hops into the shower. I heat up our leftovers from lunch; I know he hasn’t eaten since this afternoon. 

I put on some music and I start to change into a black crop top and grey sweatpants when he walks out of the bathroom. 

I don't notice him at first but I can feel his eyes traveling up my body. I turned around and he's looking at me and I was staring at him. 

He was buff, not ripped, but perfectly toned. You could clearly tell he had abs and a V line that went straight to..... I hadn't put on my clothes yet I was only in a black lace bra and some matching underwear.

He kept staring and I was too lost in thought to do anything about it. "I'm sorry", and he turned around and walked back into the bathroom out of embarrassment. "It's ok Hotch really." 

"You sure." "Yes I'm sure." He walked back out with just the towel when I finished changing. While I was eating at one of the desks. 

There was a mirror in front of me and I could see him perfectly. While I was chewing I could hear a faint voice. "y/n...y/n" I snapped to look up at his eyes through the mirror. 

"Uhh you were staring." I didn't answer but I didn't have too. The brush rose to my cheeks and he could tell.

"You made my food?", "Yeah i knew you hadn't eaten so I figured."

Once I finished I turned off most of the lights as Hotch was still awake; I crawled under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

Aaron POV

I finished up eating the food she made me. I noticed the music she had on was still playing, the song was Brian Crain - Earth. 

She was already sleeping...she looked so beautiful and peaceful. I turned off the music and crawled into bed. She didn't move and I went to sleep. 

I woke up at 2am and her arms wrapped around my torso. Her head was laying on my chest; I slowly got up and went to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and saw the sweat through my shirt so I took it off.

I went back into bed and right as I put one foot in she grabs my hand and pulls me toward her.

I'm now laying next to her with my arm wrapped around her back with my hand on her waist. She pulls me closer to her, puts her head back on my chest, and put a hand at the base of my neck. 

"Where'd you go", she whispered into my ear. I got chills that ran up and down my spine.

"I had to go for a second but I'm back now", my voice was soft and low almost a whisper as I didn't wanna wake her even more. It was nice, I did like her. 

She nestles her head in the crook of my neck. I felt her breath on my body. We both just drift in each other's arms.

She's just so beautiful... everything about her. The dips and curves of her body to the sound of her voice.

I notice something though, the scars running down her back. Like someone had dragged a knife down it.

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I woke up first again this time; it was 6am. I didn't wanna wake y/n so I just stayed in bed laying down looking at her. 

This time she wasn't holding me, she was almost on top of me; I could feel her heart beat at a steady pace. Her legs were on mine, her face nestled into my chest and her arms around my body. 

I put my hands on her holding her close. After about 10min she started to open her eyes. "Hey", I said with a soft tone. Surprisingly she looked at me and didn't visibly freak out but her heart rate was picking up, she closed her eyes and tightened her grip. 

"How'd you sleep", I asked her and she looked down at my chest. "It was good", She said lazily. Y/N let out a loud sigh and got up into the bathroom. 

The heat that was next to me started to fade away as her side of the bed got cold. I heard the shower turn on when I went to get some food. 

When I came back she was out of the shower and dressed. "I got you some coffee." She took it from my hand and waited for me to get ready for work.

Y/N POV

Oh my god, I was sleeping on my boss....all night. I enjoyed it- he didn't get up when he saw me. Did he enjoy it too?

I get out of the shower and Hotch is gone. I started to get changed; I put on a white dress shirt and a black slacks with black heels. I hear someone knock at the door. 

It was Hotch holding some coffee and two muffins. "I got you some coffee." He said holding it out.

I start eating my food and he started asking me questions. "So what made you wanna join the FBI?", that was one question I didn't really wanna answer right now. 

"It was my sister for the most part but also the fact that basically my whole family was involved in the government."

"Why your sister?", He looked at me studying seeing how I was reacting. When he asked that question my heart sank into my stomach. "She-", I was trying not to cry; I took a big gulp. 

"She was murdered when I was teenager, I was the one who found the body...It was a long time ago but it still hurts", tears started to fill my eyes and my face was getting red. I looked up for a moment trying to blink the tears away. 

There was a flash of regret in his eyes, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to get upset." 

"No it's okay you didn't know." I was trying to hold it together clearly it wasn't working when he walked over to me, he put his arms around my waist and back and hugged me. 

I was caught off guard by the sign of affection but I put my arms around him and hugged him tight. 

"it's okay, I'm sorry." A few tears managed to escape from my eyes; they rolled down my face they were absorbed by his shirt. He cupped my face and wanted me to look at him. 

He didn't say anything, he used his thumb to wipe the tears that were still falling from my face and hugged me again.

I started to calm down in his arms listening to his breathing. I felt protected, secure, and warm. Being in his embrace was like a shield; nothing else mattered. 

Time skip

While waiting for Kevin to get here we all are gathered around talking. I walked over to Reid; he has his nose buried in a book, "Hey." He looked up at me. "Hey", "How's it going." I was getting a little nervous running my thumb along my other fingers. 

He seemed to notice when his face softened a bit. "Good"

"Look I'm sorry in advance I'm not really good with conversation." I said as he stood up from the chair. "It's okay neither am I, I always worry if I'm saying too much or saying the wrong thing." 

Knowing there was someone else on the team that was also awkward it was comforting. "Well since we'll be working together a lot how about when we finish this we go get a cup of coffee." 

His shoulders eased and his eyes lit up. "Yeah I'd like that." I can tell the corners of his mouth were turning up and his cheeks were slightly pink. 

Reid sat back down when I walked away he looked slightly disappointed but resumed reading. I was about to talk to Morgan but Kevin walked into the station. 

JJ walked up to him, "Kevin?" He nodded. "Follow me", JJ brought him to a back office and sat him down. "Before Julia left did she say anything to you."

Kevin started, "I might be her best friend but she didn't tell me much only that she'd been talking to him for a few months and that he wanted to meet up with her. She said his name was Danny. He went to another high school but she didn't say which one, he was 17, and lived near Middletown or New Castle; I don't remember which. If it were up to her she wouldn't have told me at all, I was bugging her about it and she finally let it out." 

Morgan called Garcia, "Hey baby girl, Do you think you can trace her phone?", then Garcia started talking "Honey if you don't think I can do that then your in for a surprise on what I can do." Morgan laughed. He's obviously the flirty one. 

"Her phone is off best I can do is get the last known location....and that is in...New Castle Glasgow Park, its roughly an hour and 30 away." "Alright thanks babygirl"

"I'll call you back if it goes online." She ended the phone call and told the team.

Reid looked at Hotch, Morgan and I. "Either that's where they took her or she really didn't wanna get caught", I stated. 

"Y/N and I will drive up there." Hotch glances at me and nodded his head towards the door. 

The drive with Hotch was nice. We talked and I learned he had a brother in New York that works as a chef. His dad was a lawyer and his mom was a nurse. He likes dogs, Bon Jovi, and the beatles. 

I told him more about my sister, how my mom was a Marine and my dad was a detective. I told him I liked the beatles, cold weather, and Elvis. 

When we got to the park we noticed there was no one there, it was silent and secluded. "Walk with me", I tugged his hand gesturing to follow me. "Were on a case", "I know were just looking around." 

His eyes looked down at my hand on his, I let go and my cheeks blushed, he took notice; the corners of his mouth turning upwards. There was no one else on the trail.

Trees surrounding the majority of the area. "What did you do.. ya know before this." As we were walking he averted his gaze from the ground to me. "Before the FBI?" I turned slightly. "Yeah", "I was a prosecutor." 

I slowed my steps, "Why'd you stop, you were still putting the criminals away. Why'd you lose interest." He smiled a bit when he looked to the side to see me already looking at him. 

"I don't know, I guess it was because I was tried of it. When those cases came to me they had already committed the crime. I guess I thought I wasn't doing enough. I wanted to get them before those cases reached my desk." 

We were approaching some of the wooded pathways that broke of in two directions.

That's when we stopped, I walked in front of him and kept my eyes of the ground before looking up. 

"Well sir congrats you were successful. I mean think of how many lives you've saved based on that one decision you made." His eyes softened and his face eased his shoulders dropped, he was relaxed. 

"What's that", he points to the ground in front of one of the gates by the woods. I bend down and grabbed it, "It's a phone. Still has power, no password." 

Hotch calls Garcia, "Hello sir what can I do you for." "Can you run a number for me...302-555-4276." After a few seconds and the sound of typing she speaks. 

"The number is registered to a.. Julia Martin. Sir, that's her phone" Hotch ends the call. 

"The phone was in front of the woods if you were taking someone to a public park to meet with them the woods would be an easy exit", He states. 

Hotch gestures me to continue walking into the woods I look at him then the woods. "No you're going first", I put my hands up and he stares down and chuckles. "You scared?", I shrug and grin, "Maybe."

"Think about it in the movies where do the people go missing" I pause before continuing, "the woods and I'm not gonna be one of those people." 

While he's stiffing a laugh I follow behind him. It's starting to get dark so we pick up the pace. We go on for 2 miles before I stop him, "Right there", I point to a broken house at a clearing.

I remove my gun, he takes the back while I stay in the front with my gun raised. 

I hear Hotchs footsteps through the house, I walk in the front door; seeing nothing but broken chairs, torn wallpaper, and rotting wood. He signals me to go upstairs. 

The floor creaking below me feeling like it's going to fall any second. I get to the top and check the rooms. There's a chair in the middle of the room, blood on the walls and clothes covering the floor but they are worn and discolored. They've been for awhile. 

As I go back downstairs I fall through into the basement, "Fuck!". "Y/N what happened, are you okay." "I'm fine", I say strained. I slammed my back on the concrete knocking the wind out of me. 

I hear something moving in the room with me. "Hotch there's something down here." I call out to him yelling in a whisper. 

[al3x1ss]

Just a Friend to You

Chapter 5: Sports

“Y/N! COME GIVE MAMA A SMOOCHIE SMOOCH!”

Y/N pushes open the door with a small duffle bag hanging from her right shoulder to see Kaori and Yukie running at her. Yukie jumps on her, hugging her tightly while Kaori hugs her side, squeezing her stomach.

“You guys act like you didn’t see me yesterday.” Y/N says, rolling her eyes but smiling.

“IT FEELS LIKE WE HAVEN’T!”

“PLEASE BECOME MANAGER AGAIN WE ARE SUFFERING!”

At this point, hearing their two managers crying, the boys stop what they were doing, turning to see the “reunion” between the three girls, seeing Y/N smushed between Yukie and Kaori with a bored look on her face.

“Ya know it never gets boring to see them like that.”

Akaashi’s eyes lift to turn towards Bokuto, seeing him still looking ahead at the three. Akaashi turns his head back, once again looking at the girls. He sees Y/N trying to shove them off, laughing in his head but only a small smile appears on the outside.

“Apparently she was practicing really late last night, know anything about that?” Akaashi turns once again to see Bokuto look at him. Looking back at Y/N he remembers last night and all that occurred, slightly praying that his cheeks and ears don’t give any sort of reaction.

“No, why do you ask?”

“Just that she would’ve told you,” Bokuto shrugged, “while I’m your best friend, she’s your BESTEST friend!” Bokuto smiles at Akaashi, Akaashi giving him back a small smile, both boys turning back to see the girls finally off of Y/N’s body.

“Huh, yeah.”

Y/N places her bag by the wall, then walked towards to the bench so see the coach smiling at her.

“Hello again, L/N.”

“Hey coach, so, how are you guys surviving without me?”

“Ugh,” he puts a hand over his heart, acting in pain, “we’re suffering.” Y/N lets out a laugh, a chuckle following from the coaches mouth.

“In all seriousness, they’re doing very well. I’m surprised Bokuto is taking on the captain role so well, along with Akaashi as his right hand man. But, Akaashi is the one to get Bokuto out of his emo mode the quickest.” Coach says, Y/N nodding along, turning to see the boys practicing again doing spiking drills. Bokuto spiked a ball, it hitting the court then flying towards Yukie.

“eY WATCH IT”

“IM SOOOOOORRY YUKIEE”

Kaori started giggling, grabbing the ball and tossing it to Y/N.

“Y/N”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO I THOUGHT I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE RESTING” Y/N whined, stomping her feet like a 3 year old.

“OH BOO HOO SERVING DRILLS, NOW” Kaori said, coming to drag her by the wrist.

“I DONT WANNA” Y/N says, pulling back while everyone watches this unfold. She can hear Konoha basically wheezing at this point, and Yukie smacking something or someone whilst laughing.

Kaori let’s go of Y/N, letting her fall to the ground. She crosses arms and legs, still pouting, when she feels two hands lift her by the armpit.

“Come come.” Y/N struggles, Akaashi basically carrying her like a rag doll, Haruki recording the whole thing while Yamato laid on the gym floor.

Akaashi makes his way to the other side of the court, Y/N still wiggling. He plops her down, her arms crossed and her eyes staring up at him. He looks down at her with a smile, grabbing a stray ball and handing it to her. Y/N let’s out a sigh, her lips finally breaking into a small smile when Akaashi pats her head.

“JESUS AKAASHI WE GET IT WE’RE SINGLE GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKIN SECOND YEAR HAVING A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE I DO!” The pair turns to see Yamato still on the floor.

Y/N and Akaashi separate, a blush basically tap dancing on their faces with how red it was. Akaashi rubs the back of his neck and goes back to his side of the court. Y/N sighs, holding the ball in her left hand.

“You get 5 serves. If you miss any, you’re doing a flying lap. Am I clear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

The boys missed two of the five serves, Bokuto even screaming at one of them, but the boys just grumbled, sucking it up and doing their punishment. Kaori walked up to Y/N with Yukie, placing her arm around the other two girls.

“It’s insane how they still respect you, despite being younger than most of them.”

“You just gotta work them into shape, but they respect you two as well.” Y/N says, leaning her head onto Kaori’s hand.

“I honestly think Y/N puts the fear of god into them since they know she hits as hard as some of them can.” Yukie says, letting out a chuckle.

“Speaking of, what was that with Akaashi?” Y/N turns to the girls quickly, both of them now standing next to eachother smirking, their eyebrows constantly raising.

“THAT was him treating me like a 5 year old.”

“THAT was him basically confessing to you.”

“I-“

Y/N starts to cough, becoming red once again, Yukie and Kaori busting out laughing at the girl. Yukie sighs, grabbing the other girls hand and beginning to walk towards the bench with them.

“You just gotta do it when the time is right, although please sooner than later this is hurting my heart.” Y/N shakes her head, slightly giggling. She stands, signaling that she’s going to go refill her bottle.

As she waits for the bottle to fill, her phone dings.

Practice ended after another hour, the boys now cleaning up. Y/N sat with some chips as coach approached her once again.

“So, how’s your team coming along?”

“Well, their captain is a bitch, but they are confident that they’ll win tomorrow.” Y/N says, smiling up at him at he laughs.

“Maybe I’ll let off practice, let them see how they can actually play if they don’t fool around.” He says, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

“Oh? I guess I never told you about us using the volleyball net as a race line-“

“yOu DID WHAT-“

After a brief scolding from coach, the boys came over, seeing that their old manager definitely still had a knack for giving their coach a headache.

“Practice tomorrow will be cancelled, however, I do suggest you going to see the girls game. Not only should we support them as much as they support us, but also I do want to see this one as a captain. I’m sure the now 2nd and 3rd years do as well.” The boys nodded along with what coach was saying, then turned to face you.

“Y/N!! Are you a super cool captain like me?”

“No.”

“BAHSHFBF” Bokuto’s hair fell while Kaori laughed, Yukie also laughing but trying to cheer up Bokuto by patting his back.

“I’m not a great captain, I do still fall on my ass, but we both are good captains, Bokuto,” Y/N says, walking up to him and holding out her hand, “No matter how many times we fail.”

Bokuto grabbed her hand, pulling her in for a hug, tears starting to form.

“AWWE Y/NNNNN”

“Since when the fuck were you so inspiring?”

“Yeah, usually you’d yell at us or tell yourself to “pick your ass off up the ground and cry about it at therapy.”

“HEY THAT WAS ONE TIME!”

“4 times actually.”

“I- COACH!”

Y/N and Konoha kept bickering, ending up with Konoha in a headlock and Y/N being pried off by Yamato and Akaashi. Y/N huffed, grabbing her bag along with everyone else, and locking up.

As she saw groups of people beginning to leave, she saw Keiji approach her.

“Let me walk you home today?”

“KEJEHTBT”

Y/N heard a squeal, turning to see Kaori repeatedly slapping Yukie’s arm in excitement, sighing, she turned back to face Akaashi with a smile on her face.

“Fine, but my feet hurt so you’re either taking my bag or we walk slow.”

“Or.”

“Or? What do you mean or-“

Akaashi bent over slightly, putting his bag on the ground. Y/N stared at him for a while, him obviously signaling for her to climb onto his back.

“N/N I swear to god you’re gonna give me scoliosis hurry the hell up”

Y/N climbed on, wrapping her legs around his middle and arms around his neck. He had his bag and hers draped across his shoulders as she laid her head on his back.

“Comfy?”

“Yessir, indeed!”

The two kept up chat whenever something came to mind, even showing him the picture Kaori managed to get of you guys while beginning your walk home. After a while, Y/N climbs off his back, only 5 minutes away from her house.

“Akaashi?”

“Yes N/N?” She sighs, brushing hair out of her eyes. While she debated on confessing tonight, a lot of signs were saying that it wasn’t the right time. Y/N could be anywhere with Keiji and it would be magical, but if he liked her back, she’d want it to be memorable for him as well.

“Are you gonna come to the game?”

“Of course, I want to see you spike some poor girls head again.”

“Kaaasshiiii” Y/N whined, swinging his hand in frustration.

“In all seriousness, it would be cool to see you kick someone else’s ass for once.” Y/N scoffed, giving Akaashi a light shove on his shoulder.

“That’s because you deserve it, asshole.” He scoffed back, placing a hand on his chest in offense.

“I’m the asshole?”

“Mhm!”

“Nu-uh!”

“Ya-huh!”

This went on for 3 full minutes. Bystanders stared at the pair arguing like children, meanwhile they looked like they could be college students.

“IT WAS THE OTHER DAY AKAASHI.”

“OH SO WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO PAINT MYSELF GREEN? I AM NOT THE MATERIAL ✨C A S H M O N E Y ✨ Y/N.”

Y/N wheezed, smacking Akaashi’s arm as they walked into her driveway, now realizing how dark it was since they probably took twice as long. Y/N sighed, the last few giggles escaping her lips. She looked at Keiji who had a toothy smile on his face, him already looking at her.

“Thank you for walking me home, Keiji.”

“Anytime, N/N.”

Y/N sighed, turning to walk to her door.

“Y/N?”

This mf better not confess right now it was a really good time-

He lifted his arms, making grabby hands at her, Y/N’s head tilting in confusion. She makes her way back over to him, coming into close proximity. He wraps his arms around her waist, turning to stuff his face into her neck. Y/N tenses up, then relaxes, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“What’s this for, Keij?” Y/N releases Akaashi, looking up at him. He turns, beginning to walk away, but turns back to face her.

“Cuz I’m a lonely bitch, Y/N. Jesus get your mind out of the gutter. Premarital hugging? Never.” Akaashi keeps a straight face, Y/N staring back at him to see who breaks first. However, they break at the same time, laughing loudly once again. After a few seconds, the lights on Y/N’s porch flickers 3 times, signaling its time for her to come in. As she goes to go up the stairs, she runs back to him a third time.

Y/N stands on her tippy toes, kissing Akaashi on the cheek, slowly sinking down.

“Thank you once again, Keiji.”

As she finally starts to go up the stairs, Y/N turns her head to face him once again, giving him a small wave which he returns.

She makes her way into the house, slipping off her shoes and running up to her room, falling backwards on her bed with a huge smile on her face.

“Heh, cute.”

Notes

Y/N likes Akaashi

This is not the first time Yukie has called herself mama Yes Y/N has called herself daddy

The girls attacking eachother was a usual occurrence

Bokuto DOES know that Akaashi was there with her, but just wanted to see what he would say

Coach would make Y/N do serving drills last year so that while she skipped her own practice, she was still practicing

Y/N thought the plural of goose was gooses, hence the GC name

This is not based on a true story please do not call me out I BEG 😀✊

Atsumu flirts with Y/N for fun, nothing serious

Everyone has pet names for Y/N, while Y/N just calls them “gooses” as a collective group

Osamu calls Y/N “doll” because the first movie they watched together was “Captain America: The First Avenger”

Osamu does NOT like Y/N

Y/N did not actually use the net as a race line

Akaashi is a VERY calm person around everyone and around Y/N, but once in a while Akaashi does get on the chaotic levels of Y/N, even if it just for a few minutes

Akaashi walked home with his hand on his cheek

Y/N squealed at 1am, remember Akaashi doing the grabby hands so he could get a hug

Y/N also realized that she had kissed Akaashi on the cheek as a moment of boldness Yes, she called the girls and Kuroo

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Iron 8 (Peter Parker x F!Oc)

A/N: I don't know if anyone got confused, I noticed it late, lol, but the actress that I take as Lily's reference will always be Mackenzie foy, Lily Collins is Jessica. Ok enjoy -Val

Warnings: panic attack, child abuse.

Words: 2, 944

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Chapter 7 / Chapter 9

"Please, answer,” Jess groans, her phone against her ear and with the emergency number sheet in her other hand.

"Who is it and why do you have my number?" Tony answers.

“Mr. Stark,” She sighs. “Thank God! I'm Jessica, Lily's babysitter,” Tony frowns when he hears the girl.

"What's going on?" He checks the clock in his room, calculating the time difference. It should be one in the morning there.

“I'm not sure, sir— We were sleeping and I heard her screaming. I-I thought she was having a nightmare,” She stops, controlling her breathing. “She was sweating and screaming. I tried to help her, but she ran away and—”

"Okay, you have to breathe. Where’s Lily?"

"She went down to the workshop, J.A.R.V.I.S won't let me in and says that her temperature is very high.”

Tony sighs, since Lily told him about the nightmares, he’d never been around and now he thinks that maybe their argument has something to do with it.

"Okay. Go to the workshop and put me on speaker.”

Jess takes the phone and obeys.

“Done."

"J.A.R.V.I.S, grant access to..."

“Jessica,” She adds.

"Access conceived,” answers the AI.

Jessica opens the door and is about to look for Lily, but Tony's voice stops her.

"Find her, leave the phone near her and get out of there.”

"What? What if she needs medical help?" She says deactivating the speaker. "Sir, something else happened when I tried to touch her, I’m afraid she’s hurt…”

"Trust me, she's not," He answers, seeing another small screen that is holding in his hand, projecting the girl's vital signs. "Do it.”

Tony hears movement. Jess sees the bulge under one of the cars and puts the phone on the ground, activates the speaker, and walks away from her.

"Kid?"

Lily knew Jess had found her, but hearing her father's voice makes her jump. She slowly turns around looking at the phone on the floor.

"Okay, I'm going to pretend you're listening to me,” He sits on the bed. "A nightmare, huh? I thought you hadn't had one for a long time,” He waits a few seconds, but gets no response.

Lily hugs her legs tighter. Tony sighs.

"Kid, come on, tell me something. Shows signs of life. I just want to help you…”

"I hurt her,” She says in a small voice.

"What?"

"I hurt Jess,” She says louder.

"It was not your intention, kid,” Tony answers.

“But I still did. I didn't want to, I'm sorry,” She says between sobs. Tony closes his eyes not knowing what to do. He’s about to call Pepper, but he remembers how stressed she has been since they arrived.

“It wasn't my intention. I didn't want to hurt anyone. It was the same with my mother and she left me. I don't want Jess to leave me,” She continues. She feels a strong pain in her chest.

"She won't go away—”

“You don't know that. She was scared. She has blisters and her hand was all red,” She cries. “I’m a monster!”

“Okay, this is what we’ll do, Lily. Where are you?”

"What?"

"Tell me where you are.”

"Under the blue car,” She frowns.

Tony ignores the fear that runs through his body with the possibility that the car might react badly to the high temperature.

"Get out of there. I need to hear you better.”

"I dont want to go outside…”

“Do what I tell you, please. I know what’s happening to you and it’s better if you get out of there.”

She obeys, grabs the phone with her shaking hands as she leans on one of the car's tires.

"And now?"

“I want you to do exactly what I tell you. Can do it?"

"I don’t know.”

“Yes you can, come on. You’ll breathe with me, it's simple. When I tell you one, inhale, and two, exhale slowly. We’ll do it together.”

"I don’t think that-"

“One," Tony interrupts and inhales making an exaggerated noise so that Lily knows what he's doing. There's no other option but to imitate it. “Two…”

They did so five more times. The pain in the girl's chest subsides and her shoulders relax.

“You're better?"

"Yes," She answers hoarsely.

"Okay. The nightmare. Do you wanna tell me?"

She bites the inside of her cheek and hugs her legs again.

“You'll feel better if you tell me.”

"How do you know?" She frowns.

"It has happened to me.”

"When?"

"When my parents— that's not important,” He checks his watch. He knows that Pepper is about to come in to urge him about dinner, lunch, or whatever they have planned.

Lily sighs.

“I was in a white room,” She says slowly. “I had a straitjacket, like the one they put on crazy people in the movies. No one was coming for me and I tried to scream, but I-I wanted to use my hands, nothing worked… You weren't there to help, or Happy, or Pepper, or Rhodey. I was alone…”

‘Why can’t she have nightmares about normal monsters in her closet…’ Tony thinks.

“Why aren’t you here?" Lily sobs. Tony feels an emptiness in his chest, he’d never felt that way before.

“Maybe you can't see me, Flower. But I’m there. I’m listening to you.”

"But I want to see you. I… I miss you, daddy."

"I miss you too, Flower,” He sighs. “I'm sorry for what I told you before I left. I wish you were here. At least it’d be more fun. I'm sick of hearing people ask me about the suit. One of them asked me why I’d chosen those colors as if they were the worst choice!”

"I chose them!” She answers offended. Tony smiles.

"I know. I like it like that.”

“Well, you could make another one blue. I also like blue,” She comments, looking at the other armor prototypes that are in the back of the workshop.

Tony can't help laughing.

"I'll think about it," He clears his throat. "Do you feel better?"

"Yes, but,” She wipes her nose. "What will happen to Jess? I don't want another babysitter.”

“I'll talk to her, but I can assure you that she’s more concerned about you than she is about herself.”

"Really?"

"She called me.”

Tony's bedroom door opens, but before Pepper can say anything to him, Tony points to the phone, gets out of bed, and walks away from the redhead.

“Dad?"

"Yes, Flower?" He says remarking the words for Pepper to understand. The redhead frowns.

“I'm sorry I yelled at you before you left. I just wanted to spend more time with you…”

"I understand, but you know that we can’t risk it.”

“Okay…”

"Hey, I have to go. Pepper's face is redder than my armor.”

For the first time in all that time, Lily laughs.

"It's fine.”

"See ya ', kiddo.”

"Goodbye, Dad.”

Lily hangs up. She hears footsteps approaching.

"Hi," Jess says sitting across from her.

"I'm sorry I hurt you,” whispers the girl.

"Are you okay?" Jess asks.

"I'm better.”

"Do you want to go up?"

"Won't you go? Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Why would I be afraid of my friend?”

"I hurt you.”

"It was not on purpose.”

“B-but it's not normal. You only touched me…”

“Yes, it’s rare, but it’s still an accident. I'm not going anywhere, Lily.”

Lily still doesn't understand why Jess is so calm, but she's too tired to keep asking. She just nods.

"Do you want to go up?" She asks, offering her good hand.

They both go back up to Lily's room.

"Can you sleep with me?" The girl asks.

“Sure."

They prepare the bed, but a call on Jess's cell phone interrupts. Mr. Stark.

"I'll be right back…”

Jess leaves the room and walks as far away as possible.

"Should I ask the same as the girl?”

"How is it possible that such a little girl suffers so much?"

“I'm not sure yet, but it has happened before. Now, do I have to hire another babysitter?"

"Will you tell me what’s wrong with her?"

"What would you do with that information?" Jess rolls her eyes.

"I just want to help her.”

Tony sighs.

"She was born with something strange and bad people wanted to take advantage of it.”

“So what she dreamed… It is a memory?"

"Did you hear it?"

“She screamed before she woke up. She begged not to be hurt.”

"Yes, they’re memories.”

Jess bites her lower lip. She turns over her shoulder to make sure Lily isn't listening.

"I have a theory.”

"I don't have much time, speak up.”

“Miss Potts warned me a bit about the nightmares, but I understand that they hadn't happened for a long time. Did you and Lily argue at other times before?”

"I don’t think so.”

“Don’t you think that the nightmares return when she doesn't feel the security that you give her? By not being home and knowing that you’re upset. They also told me that her mother abandoned her, fear makes her memories return.”

Tony doesn't respond for a few seconds.

"What degree are you studying?"

“Psychology."

Makes sense. I don't know, Miss Adams. But I’ll take it into account.”

“Okay, sir.”

***

After Mr. Stark explained a bit about what really happened, Jess felt scared, but not for her. The brunette had witnessed the very agony in the body of a little girl. She’s never lied by saying that she just wants to help her. She’ll never abandon Lily.

"Do you want to see a movie?" She asks from across the kitchen table.

"I have to do homework,” replies Lily scratching her eye wearily.

"I think you deserve a break.”

“Maybe…”

"Mr. Stark is in the news," reports J.A.R.V.I.S.

They both know what it means. Scandal. They run into the living room and turn on the television.

"Oh no…” says Lily.

She doesn't know what surprises her the most, her father driving a race car or the man with two energy whips trying to hurt him. Although her father got the Iron Man armor in time and was able to contain the villain, Lily knows that something else is going on and the comments from others don’t help. They all allude to Tony's opinión that the new technology that he invented no one else would have for a long time, and now an unknown man has succeeded.

***

Lily turns when someone knocks on her bedroom door. She smiles when she sees the colonel.

"Uncle Rhodey!" She squeals and runs to hug him. The man receives the hug with a smile.

"I hope you always receive me like this, Lily.”

"I can do it,” She replies as they part.

Rhodes sees the room now painted sky blue, some paintings as decoration, with each color and furniture it’s quite obvious that Lily was the one who chose everything, especially noting the vibrant colors that don’t match the rest.

"I like what you did with your room.”

"Thanks. Look!” She takes his hand and leads him to her desk. "I found a video of how to make the Iron Man reactor shape out of cardboard," She explains, pointing to the process.

Rhodes laughs heartily. It’s not the most accurate model in the world, but it is really impressive that Lily is already so detailed in her creations.

"Will you give it to Tony on his birthday?"

She nods. "Do you think he’ll like it?"

"I'm sure. This is pretty good,” He agrees. "How are you doing in school?"

"Good. It's kind of boring, but my teachers seem to have fun when I understand things quickly,” She shrugs.

"You should be happy too.”

"I guess, but… I don't know."

Rhodes frowns.

"I know that face, it's the same as Tony does. What's wrong?"

She turns to face him.

“I want to do more things, but everyone says I can't. Everything is dangerous or someone else can see me. I feel like those dolls trapped in a toy house.”

Rhodes sighs.

"I wish I could have a better answer,” He crouches down to look at her. “But all I can tell you is that it’ll be better once you’re older. I'm sure we'll have better options,” Lily seems disappointed with his words. The man makes a face. Then he comes up with something. “How about I talk to your father to start a little self-defense class? Do you remember the movies we saw?"

"That would be great!" She says smiling.

For James Rhodes, this made sense. He knows that Lily is still very young, but he also knows that Tony's world is very unpredictable, especially with what happened in Monaco. It would be a great opportunity for her to at least know how to defend herself.

"Well, I'll talk to him,” He says getting up.

“Oh, tell him that Natalie can teach me something! She promised!”

He looks at her confused, but doesn't take it too seriously.

“Okay… Do you know where your father is?"

"In the workshop, I'll take you,” She takes Rhodes's hand and they both walk towards the stairs of the workshop, but a corridor before Jarvis interrupts.

"Incoming call for Miss Stark.”

"Kid, I need you to do me a favor,” Tony’s voice says.

"What's going on?" She asks releasing Rhodes's hand.

"Do you remember the little screen I have to play with?" Although the last use of it was to infiltrate Senate screens, she usually uses it to play games.

“Aha..”

“It’s in my room. I want you to bring it.”

"Why don't you go get it?" Rhodes intervenes, annoyed.

"I'm busy— Wait, how long have you been here, Rhodey?"

"We need to talk.”

“I don't like that tone. Kid?"

"I'm coming!”

The girl goes to look for the screen while Rhodey follows the path to the workshop, ignoring Natalie's warning when he passes by the room where she’s with Pepper.

Rhodes walks into the shop, finding Tony looking at his projector for some files on him while he's sitting in one of his cars.

“Tony, you gotta get upstairs and get on top of this situation right now. And what’s that about, sending Lily to look for your toys?"

Tony doesn't respond, further exasperating the colonel.

“Listen. I've been on the puts with the National Guard on the day, trying to talk them out of rolling tanks up the PCH, knocking down your front door and taking these,” He says, pointing to the other armor prototypes. “They’re gonna take your suits, Tony. Okay? They’re sick of the games. You said nobody else would possess this technology for 20 years. Well, guess what? Somebody else had it yesterday.”

He walks towards him.

“It’s not theoretical anymore. And now can you imagine how all this would affect Lily? If the National Guard or anyone else in the government finds out about her, they’ll take her away without hesitation and they’ll all be against you. All this time you've kept her locked up, but you don't mind acting in a way that could affect her in the future.”

He stops at the side of the car.

“Are you listening to me?" He grabs his arm to get his attention. Tony is pale and tired. "Are you Okay?"

"Let's go,” answers Tony getting out of the car, but when he closes the door, he loses strength and almost falls to the ground. Rhodes helps him by holding him up.

"You all right?" He asks worried.

"Yeah, I should get to my desk,” They both walk with difficulty. "See that cigar box?" Rhodes nods. "It's palladium,” The colonel puts him on a chair and opens the box, revealing small blocks of material.

Tony pulls the reactor out of his chest and opens it, causing a block of Palladium to come out with some smoke.

"Is that supposed to be smoking?"

“If you must know, it's neutron damage. It's from the reactor wall,” explains Tony. Rhodes helps him switch blocks.

"You had this in your body?" Tony turns around. "And how about the high-tech crossword puzzle on your neck?" He points out.

"Road rash,” Tony puts the reactor back on as Rhodey watches him. "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at you. You wanna do this whole lone gunslinger act and it's unnecessary. You don’t have to do this alone.”

“You know, I wish I could believe that. I really do. But you've gotta trust me. Contrary to popular belief, I know exactly what I'm doing."

"And what about Lily?" Rhodes asks. "Are you also hiding all this from her or what excuse do you give her?" He says thinking that Lily notices many details, especially about her father.

“Makeup isn't just for women, Rhodes. Update yourself, and she doesn't know about the Palladium, she doesn't need to know.”

"Will you hide everything she shouldn't know from her?"

“It's called protection. Something that you’ve asked me to do for her many times.”

"I don't think that lying is the solution.”

Tony rolls his eyes.

"Miss Stark is coming, sir," Jarvis warns.

Rhodes now understands Tony's request for the toy.

Someone enters the code to enter. Both men are silent. Tony hides the cigar box. Lily runs up to him and gives him the screen.

“Your room is messier than mine. It took me centuries to find it,” She complains.

"Thanks, kid.”

Lily watches Rhodes.

"What were you talking about?" She says tilting her head a little towards the colonel. Rhodey remembers his promise. He smiles.

"We haven't talked about your stuff yet, Lily.”

"What did I miss?" Tony asks.

"I think it's a good idea for Lily to take self-defense classes."

"With Natalie,” adds the girl.

Tony sighs.

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Opposite Day (Or DuPont’s Worst Nightmare) Part 2: electric boogaloo

Hello Everyone!! The title is a joke, i promise! I saw a chance, and i took it lol. Anyway, In this part, we’ll be focusing on Lila a little bit, and the class focusing on everything Marinette said to them, and having a couple heart to hearts :) Just an FYI, the taglist is still open! And if you wanna be tagged, send me an ask and i’ll put you on the list! 

Just a tip lmao: To really get a feel on how i interpret the mood of this chapter i recommend listening to this piano cover of knee socks by Arctic Monkeys, it made me cry :,)

Okay, on to the story! 

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Footsteps echoed through the halls of DuPont Highschool, going straight towards the bathrooms. I have to make this right! She has to still be there! I have to apologize, come clean, tell her I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to go this far. But i was too stubborn, I let it get out of hand.  

Lila raced to the bathroom, only find it was empty. “Dammit! Of course it’s empty!” She cursed, closing the door and going back down the hallway. Lila grabbed her phone, checking the time, and decided on another idea. Perfect, I can’t back out of it this way. 

 Lila ran towards the library, her backpack slung over her shoulders. Finding a table in the library, Lila sat down, and dug out her notebook. Picking out a pencil, she flipped open a page and got to writing. I have to explain, I need her to understand, and fast. 

After a good 30 minutes of writing, Lila grabbed her things, racing towards the front of the school. Sprinting down the steps, she ran toward the cross walk to get to the side of the road, and after looking both ways, ran towards a very familiar and well known building. With determination in her eyes, She pushed open the door, hearing the bell jingle, alerting an older woman of her presence. The older woman smiled, and greeted her. Lila noticed the bakery was very empty at the moment. 

“How can i help you, dear?” The woman asked, walking away from the counter. Lila took that as a sign to walk towards her. Walking up to her, with around 6ft between them, Lila took a deep breath.

Suddenly feeling nervous, her mouth goes dry. “Uhm, excuse me..” Lila’s words got caught in throat before the guilt came crawling back in waves. She swallowed, and repeated herself. “Excuse me, ma’am? I.. I need to speak to you.” The woman tilts her head in confusion, a smile still present on her face. “Well, of course, what is it? I’m Sabine, by the way.” 

Lila would be lying if she said she wasn’t shocked that Sabine, Marinette’s mother, didn’t recognize her. Surely, Marinette had told her parents about Lila? Just how much was she keeping to herself? 

With a shake of her head, Lila decided to say her name. “I’m Lila, Marinette’s..” Lila cleared her throat. “Uhm.. Marinette’s classmate. I need you to give this to her, later tonight. Please, after school is over, and she’s home.” Handing a letter to her, Lila balled her fists at her sides. Straightening her posture, Lila looked Sabine in the eyes, and said, as confident as she could manage, “I made some mistakes, and my apology is in that letter. I need her to read it at exactly the right moment. Your daughter didn’t deserve any of the things that happened. I’d appreciate it, if you’d comply with my request.” Finishing her plead, Lila took a deep breath, and blinked repeatedly to rid of the tears, and the burning sensation behind her eyelids. 

“Of course! I’ll give this to her tonight. I’m glad you’re coming clean, Lila. It’s very mature of you. Would you like something from the bakery?” Sabine tucked the letter away in her apron, and gestured towards the glass cases showing the baked goods they had on display.”Uh,” Lila started, reaching into her pocket. Feeling her money pouch with her allowance she kept hid, She nodded her head. “Yes, please. Question, though.” 

‘Yes, Lila?” Sabine asked, smiling again. “Which ones did Marinette make?” Lila scanned the room, searching for the macaroons the baker’s daughter was famous among the class for bringing. Sabine pointed towards different colored macaroons and chocolate covered croissants in a display cased with a sign on it called, “Marinette’s specialty baked sweets!”

Pulling out her pouch, Lila remembered just how much was in the pouch, and asked for as much as what was in there could get her. Sabine looked shocked, once again. “Are you sure, this is a lot.” Nodding her head, Lila pleaded for the second time that day. “Please, please make sure that money reaches Marinette. Consider this apart of my apology. It’s the least I could do, honestly.” Nodding her head, Sabine accepted the money, and assured the girl the money would reach her daughter. 

Leaving the bakery with goods in hand(s), Lila sighed, hoping her plan would work. I just hope I don’t try to back out of this when i’m back to normal, I can’t afford to. 

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Sighing, Alya scratched her head. Nino looked over at her, “Something wrong, Alya?” Messing with her hair, Alya groaned, “No, Nino, everything’s peachy!” “Sorry, Alys, dumb question.” Nino said, sheepishly. “It’s fine, i just can’t stop thinking about everything Marinette said.” Alya confessed, alerting the rest of the class. “Honestly, none of us can. What she said really hurt, but she did bring up a few good points.”  

“Oh, really? Like what, Nino?” Alya glared, crossing her arms. “Well, We did ignore her for the past month in favor of Lila...” Rose pitched in, sadly. “Yeah, and she doesn’t like Adrien, definitely. I’ve been hanging out with him all month, frequently, and she hasn’t talked, texted, even seen Adrien all month.” Nino explained, He shrugged, “ He even complained how everyone but Marinette talks to him. He says he doesn’t know what he did, but he thinks she’s been avoiding him.” 

“Where is he, anyway?” Alix asked, noticing the resident “sunshine boy” wasn’t present. “It IS lunchtime, Alix. His dad probably wanted him home or something.” Ivan replied, shrugging his shoulders. Alya placed her head in her hands, clearly frustrated. “I don’t get it. Am I a tabloid reporter? Surely, everything Lila says is the truth! She wouldn’t lie like that.” Mostly everyone was murmuring among themselves, mostly agreeing with her. 

“If you think Lila wouldn’t lie, then what about Marinette?” 

Silence. Alya surveyed the room. Who had said that? She spotted Nathaniel in the back, staring right at her. He spoke again. “Why is Marinette different then Lila? We’ve known her longer  than Lila, she’s never given us reason to doubt her before, and Marinette hates liars just as much as Ladybug hates Hawkmoth.” Nathaniel continued to stare right at Alya, knowing she was one of the main accusers, if not the only one. “Well, you know Marinette acts crazy and kinda stalker-like when she gets jealous-” Alya tried to explain. 

“But who is she jealous of? You heard her scream it right in your face. She isn’t jealous of Lila, so yeah, Alya, why would Marinette lie? Did you even check if Lila was telling the truth?” Alix, of all people had decided to speak up. She narrowed her eyes at Alya, deciding to perch like a gargoyle on her desk. Everyone had to admit, it was slightly intimidating.

“Alix? Why are you defending her? I mean, we get Nathaniel, he liked her at one point, but you?” Kim asked, shocked, and very confused. "Because I realized Lila's lies were hurting Marinette a couple weeks ago. Dont you remember? I stopped hanging out with the girls whenever Lila was there." Alix explained, rolling her eyes. Before anyone could say anything to Alix, someone walked in.

In all her glory, there stood Lila.

The class was silent, as they watched her walk to the middle of the room. "I need to speak to all of you, and it's important that you listen to what I have to say while my personality is reversed."

Everyone murmured in shock. Lila knew she was acting different? Everyone quieted back down, and Lila started speaking again. "Over the past month, since I came back, I've been lying to you all. I said that I did all these great things, met all these people, went places. But I lied."

Lila spoke before anyone could say anything in response. "Before you assume why I did these things, I want you to know, that I didn't do them cause I wanted friends, its an entirely different reason that I'm not gonna tell you, until I tell Marinette, cause she deserves to know the truth first. After everything I've done," Lila continued her monologue, taking a deep breath. "Of course, it still doesn't excuse my actions for lying, but one thing I don't get, is why you all believed me. I've been to 5 different schools, counting this one, and none of them except you ever believed my lies. I don't get it."

“Well, we accept your apology Lila. We’re glad you came clean.” Alya spoke up, finally. It was clear she was taking this whole thing the hardest. “Wait, then we really did hate Marinette for no reason!” Mylene cried, her hands flying up to her mouth. Rose gasped, and teared up. “You’re right, oh no..” Juleka hugged Rose, who was now crying. 

“I don’t get that either. Yes, I was hard on her, but i never expected you to believe Marinette, the class president, the goody-two-shoes of this school would bully me.” Lila spoke up again. “At least you know what you did.” 

And with that, she left. Where, no one knew.

“We have to apologize to her. Immediately.” Alya cried, running out of the classroom, desperate to find her ex-best friend. The girls of the class ran after her, minus Alix. “You guys can apologize to her once the girls are done. I feel like bombarding her at once will be a bad idea. The girls ran out before I could say anything to them.” Alix sighed, jumping down from her desk. Holding her hands behind her head, she walked out with Nathaniel beside her. 

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Arriving at the bakery, Alya opened the bakery door, and the rest of the girls present followed after. “Mlle. Cheng! Where’s Marinette? We need to speak to her, like right now!” Alya pleaded, her words coming out in a frenzy, and very rushed. Sabine looked slightly shocked, and surprised. “I’m afraid Marinette hasn’t been home since this morning, girls. She told me she wasn’t going to be home for lunch because she was meeting up with a friend of hers. I’m sorry, girls.” Sabine gave them a pitying look, turning away to tend to the customer in front of her. “Dammit! Where could she be?” Alya groaned, leaving the bakery with everyone following behind her. “Who knows? Wait, she mentioned a friend?” Rose asked. Everyone nodded, before Rose turned to Juleka. “What about your brother?! They’re friends, aren’t they? You did mention they hang out a lot!” Rose squealed excitedly, as Juleka nodded. Alya grabbed Rose’s shoulders and shook them excitedly, exclaiming, “Rose! You’re a genius!” 

“Look! It’s Ladybug!” A bystander cried, pointing to the sky. Everyone watched in admiration and awe as the spotted heroine swung over the city, her feline partner not far behind her. 

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sweetener - [eleven] *updated*

Déjà Vu

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader - uni AU

Word Count:  10,510

Warnings: fluff, smut, swears, food, 

A/N: here it is - the complete chapter 11! as always thank you for the lovely comments and support, please please please let me know what you think!!

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⠀You woke up the next morning feeling lighter - not physically, Tom's arm was actually weighing pretty heavily across your middle, but like, emotionally. Spiritually.

You'd been going back and forth for days about whether or not you should ask about what you'd seen on Instagram, and after much deliberation you'd decided not to. Instead, you would just be Chill. A Cool Girl. Someone who would go over and hang out, play it by ear - Go With The Flow, as it were. All you brought with you to Tom's besides your usual day-to-day handbag stuff was your pill and a toothbrush, because you were like 90% sure you wouldn't be staying over on account of how c a s u a l you were being (but even Cool Girls get fed up of brushing their teeth with their finger or making do with mouthwash).

Pretty soon after you got there, though, that all went out the window, because then you were kissing him and all you could think about was who else he might have done this with. Who else had twisted their fingers into his curls? Who else had felt his breath hot on their neck, his teeth nipping at their skin? Who else who else who else - and more importantly, when was the last time they did it? Boxing Night? Was he texting you while trying it on with Her - did he even have to try? Or was she an old standby? And old flame that never really went out? Was she the Cool Girl you couldn't even pretend to be for one evening?

That was all by-the-by now, though, all water under the bridge. Admittedly you probably could have picked a better time to bring it up, but Tom had been so sweet about it that you didn't even feel that stupid for asking. You did feel a little embarrassed for worrying about it at all, but not because of how he'd responded, more just because it was like, 'of course it's nothing, dummy.'

All concerns about ex-girlfriends pushed aside, you spent the morning watching the latter half of Tropic Thunder (which you definitely had not fallen asleep during the night before), eating leftover pizza for breakfast, and trying to mentally prepare yourself to get dressed and go home. You were very reluctant to change out of Tom's pyjama bottoms, soft and warm and comfy as they were, but you did it eventually, pulling on your leggings instead with much moaning and groaning. You couldn't quite bring yourself to leave exactly as you'd come though, sheepishly asking to borrow Tom's AU hoodie again. You offered to give back the zip-up one you'd had for the last few weeks, but he refused to take it back (which you were secretly very grateful for because aside from anything else it made a very handy layering piece), so when he dropped you home that afternoon you had both it and your bra stuff inside your bag. Though you could have happily stayed the rest of the evening, you both had Sunday night/new term prep things to do, plus Tom had his weekly FaceTime call to his parents (read: dog) to make, so it was not to be.

Come Monday afternoon you were settled in the silent study section of the library, your morning lectures already a distant memory as you sat cross-legged making flash cards. Dressed comfortably in thick leggings and Tom's AU hoodie, your shoes lay abandoned beneath your seat in favour of a pair of fluffy slipper socks. Music played through your earphones, your phone placed on the desk next to your iPad and a selection of coloured pens. You knew Tom had a lecture sometime today, and you'd told him when he asked where you were sitting, but your brain was so chock-full of facts and references and supporting arguments that you didn't put two and two together that he was going to come and find you until you felt a hand on your arm and practically jumped out of your own skin.

Heart hammering, you looked over your shoulder to see Tom standing right behind you, biting his lip to try and stop himself from laughing out loud. You glowered at him as you took out one earphone, brow furrowed and jaw set.

"Sorry."

He was whispering, but it was just as loud if not louder than his regular speaking voice, earning him disapproving looks from some of the other students sitting nearby. You couldn't keep yours up for long though, your frown melting away into a grateful smile as he set a large takeaway coffee cup on your desk, 'VL' scrawled on the side in black marker.

Rather than garner your own looks of disdain from your fellow library-goers, you sent Tom a quick thank you text while he set his stuff down at the empty space beside you. Tom's phone lit up on the table with your message, his backpack open in his lap stopping him snatching it up in time before it vibrated loudly.

Shaking your head, you laughed under your breath. You sat up straighter as you popped your earphone back in, rolling your shoulders back until you felt them click - you'd been hunched over for way too long, who-knows-how-many-hours having gone by since you first set up camp in the library. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Tom set his phone back down, and a moment later two ping!s sounded in your ear.

Messages Tom Holland Youre welcome +1 more message

You sipped on your coffee as you opened the messages, smiling to yourself before replying.

Youre welcome How do you work in here its too quiet

I like the quiet Group studys too loud and distracting

You highlighted a few words on your flashcards while you waited for Tom to finish getting out his stuff, another ping! in going off in your ear once his laptop and a notebook were set out on his desk.

I'm distracted by the quiet

I don't think that's even possible

It is Its happening to me right now

You snickered under your breath, rolling your eyes when Tom glanced up at you instead of replying to his text. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he plugged his earphones into his laptop, putting one into each ear before turning it on. Evidently, however, he hadn't plugged them in properly because the startup sound chimed loudly, echoing across the silent room. You tried not to laugh as he scrambled to ram the jack into the port - though you needn't have bothered, people were already glaring at you and shushing. Shaking your head, you turned back to your flashcards. Time to focus - until: ping!

i dont belong here *facepalm emoji* 🙈

Do you wanna just go to group study?

Three dots popped up, disappeared, reappeared, then disappeared again - you looked to your right and saw Tom's thumbs hovering over his phone screen as he considered the proposition. He seemed to make up his mind after a moment, because he started typing again.

Nah I'll survive

You're so brave

I know

OK stop distracting me I'm here to learn.

You cringed internally as the second message sent - you hadn't meant to put a full stop, you hadn't meant to be that stern about it - though you really did need to get back to work--

Are you sure it's not the quiet that's distracting you??

Nevermind. Note to self: stop overthinking punctuation.

Hmmmm no I'm pretty sure it's u

Fine X

With that you both got back to work - well, you got back to work, Tom started work. Slowly but surely you made your way through the topic you were working on, with only minimal distraction from Tom. It wasn't even his fault, he was actually studying away in his own little world, but that in itself was distracting. You couldn't help but sneak the occasional glance at him - his glasses slipping down his nose as his face scrunched up in concentration, his hair a curly, fluffy mess. He looked very cute today - though, if you were honest, you would have to say he always looked cute, especially with his shorter hair. You obviously didn't say it to him, but you had been a little disappointed when he'd told you he'd gotten it cut. Playing with the soft waves had quickly become one of your top five things to do, and then he'd just gone and cut them off?? On closer inspection though, it was actually really nice - somehow making him look both older and more boyish at the same time. More than once you'd found yourself longing for exams to be over if for no other reason than to see how he'd style it for a night out.

Brief hair-appreciation breaks aside, though, you were pretty good at staying on track, and you decided to reward yourself with a social media break. You sent a screenshot of a meme to Tom as you scrolled through your feed, and after a few minutes a notification ping!ed in your ear once more.

Omggg stop distracting me I'm here to learn

You looked over at him, but Tom was staring resolutely at a journal article on his laptop screen, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth as he avoided your gaze.

Shut up I'm on a break

Hmm ok sure How's it going?

Alright You?

Yeah actually maybe this quiet thing isn't so bad

Right? It's called focusing

Wow You're so wise

I try 🦉 *owl emoji*

After exchanging a few more memes, you both got back to work for another hour or so. By then, though, you were getting peckish, and your stash of study snacks had long since vanished. You considered venturing out to the newsagents on campus, but one look outside at how dark and windy it was squashed that idea, the thought of icy wind on your skin enough to put you off the walk there and back. It wasn't far, but you decided if you were going to go outside then it would be for a one way trip home. Tom had pulled a share bag of crisps out of his backpack about half an hour ago, though, so perhaps all was not lost - perhaps he had more hidden away somewhere, so you sent an investigatory text.

Need more snax

Same Ive run out

...or not.

Got stuff at home though?

hmm is this just a way to get me to go back to yours?

You looked over at him to see his reaction, just catching him smirking to himself before he replied.

...maybe...

Did it work?

Depends...what kinda stuff?

Super noodles?

😍⠀*heart eyes emoji* sold

You'd pretty much finished the topic you were working on anyway, so you both packed up your things to head home. Tom took your empty snack packets and coffee cups to the bin while you changed out of your fluffy socks and back into proper shoes, and was waiting by the door for you with a smile. Neither of you spoke as you made your way down the stairs and out of the library, as if you were both still in Quiet Mode after being in silent study for so long. By the time you got out to Tom's car, though, conversation had started to flow - mostly about how dark it was and how ready you both were for spring - and more importantly, for exams to be over.

"...I feel like my brain is just fried," you sighed as you got into the passenger's seat.

"I can just take you home if you want?" Tom offered, tossing his backpack into the backseat. "If you wanna just chill or whatever, I have work tomorrow anyway so..."

"No I didn't mean - can we just watch a movie or something?"

"Yeah, sure," Tom nodded, starting to drive as he spoke. "What's next on the list?"

"Don't mind - something I don't have to think too much about, you know? Something chill."

"Spirited Away's pretty chill? I mean, her parents get turned into pigs but like visually it's pretty relaxing."

"I'm sorry, her parents get what?"

"You'll see," he laughed when he saw your expression, confusion and concern written plainly across your features.

You narrowed your eyes at him, humming skeptically. Tom just laughed again, which wasn't very reassuring, but a deal's a deal and you said you would watch all the movies he chose, so you didn't really have much choice.

"Fine. Are you alright to drop me home after, though?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure I can-"

Tom was facing away from you, about to pull out onto the main road off campus, but you could hear the confusion in his voice though you couldn't see his face, so you rushed to clarify.

"Just, you know, 'cause you said you had work tomorrow so I assumed you wouldn't want me to stay..."

"I don't mind," he shrugged, looking over at you with a small smile. "Either's fine. I do have to get up at like half seven though, just to warn you."

"Oh. Ew."

"Yup."

"Uhh," you clicked your tongue as you thought it through, weighing up the pros and cons in your mind. "Yeah okay, I'll just come on campus with you if that's okay and then I can put in a full shift at the library."

Tom just looked at you with an expression not unlike the one you'd given him about his parents-turning-into-pigs comment.

"O...kay? Personally I think I'd rather stay in bed but up to you."

"Ugh, I know," you sighed, "but I found a whole extra set of lecture notes that I'd forgotten about so-"

Tom gasped, cutting you off. "Did you...did you make a mistake in your plan?"

"No! I just...need to rearrange some things..."

You shrugged defensively, scowling as Tom grimaced.

"...I dunno...sounds pretty serious..."

"Stop making fun of my plan!"

"I'm not!" He laughed, dodging your playful swat at his shoulder. "It's a great plan I'm just worried for ya..."

You just scoffed, crossing your arms and looking out of your window grumpily.

"No but seriously, thanks for doing one for me. S'actually been really useful."

His softer tone made you look way from the window - you couldn't see much besides your own reflection anyway because it was so dark outside - but you still glowered at him.

"What?" he smirked, "I'm being serious!"

You tried to keep up your fake-bad-mood, but it was no use - even in the low light of the car his easy smile was enough to win you over. You sighed exaggeratedly, which only made him smile more.

"You're welcome, I guess."

As Tom stopped the car at a red light, you thought through your plan in your head, trying to work out where you could fit in the extra topic. You thought if you did a few extra hours tomorrow you should be fine, so it would actually work out well if you went into the library earlier. Plus you'd be able to get a good spot - at this time of year the good spaces would all be gone by 10am. The only problem was you didn't have any stuff with you.

"Do you mind if we stop by mine first so I can pick up some stuff?"

"'Course," Tom nodded, pausing when he realised your house was in the complete opposite direction. "Uh..."

Raising his hand apologetically in his rearview mirror, he pulled a possibly illegal move when the light changed, making a quick detour to your house. It wasn't too far away though, so it wasn't long before you were pulling up outside your front door. You got a nice view of his profile when he twisted in his seat to look back while he parked, and his hand on the back of your headrest made him feel even closer to you than he actually was, so all in all it was a pleasant experience.

"Sorry about this," you muttered as you lead the way into your house and up the stairs to your room.

"No worries."

After depositing Tom in your desk chair, you grabbed a bag from the back of your door to quickly chuck stuff into. Just the essentials - your pill, a change of clothes, more revision stuff, deodorant, a couple of pairs of (cute) knickers, plus a little bag of make up and skincare bits you gathered together off your desk. You hesitated by your pyjama drawer but decided you'd just borrow Tom's instead of bringing your own - they were way comfier, after all.

Half an hour later you were dressed in said pyjamas on Tom's bed, tucking into a steaming bowl of Super Noodles and watching Spirited Away. To Tom's credit, the movie was actually quite relaxing - and you managed to see most of it, which was a first. There were a few bits about halfway through that you missed because your attention was more focused on Tom's lips on yours, but nothing went further than his hand up the front of your shirt or yours down the back of his sweatpants because in all honesty, you were both just too tired and snuggly for anything more than a leisurely boob/bum fondle.

By the end of the movie you were lying with your head on Tom's chest, struggling to keep your eyes open.

"That was good, good choice," you murmured, stifling a yawn. "Need to go brush my teeth and stuff."

You expected at least a sleepy grunt in reply, but Tom said nothing. You said his name, but still there was no response, just the steady beating of his heart and the even sound of his breathing beneath your cheek. With great effort you pushed yourself upright, twisting to look at him.

Oh.

His head tilted awkwardly to the side, Tom was sound asleep. His lips were parted slightly as he breathed slowly, his glasses askew where they'd slipped down his nose as he slept. If your phone hadn't been charging on the other side of the room, you'd have loved to take a sneaky picture - as it was, you had to make do with a mental photo. You figured you had probably best take his glasses off for him though, just so they didn't get broken. Slowly, carefully so as not to wake him, you pulled the frames off his face. His nose twitched as he stirred slightly, and you paused, frozen. You really had tried not to wake him, but apparently you'd been unsuccessful.

"Sorry," you whispered as his eyelids fluttered open.

"S'okay," he murmured, sighing sleepily as he rubbed his eyes.

Once you'd leaned over him to place his glasses on his bedside table, Tom rolled onto his side, and you suspected he was already asleep again by the time you'd gotten out of bed and turned the TV off. It was, predictably, freezing outside of Tom's bed - but you hadn't made him drive all the way to your house for you to pick up stuff just for you to not use it, so you dragged yourself up the stairs to the bathroom, toiletries bag in hand.

When you returned, face cleansed and teeth minty-fresh, Tom was in the exact same position you'd left him in, fast asleep on his side, facing away from you. You slipped beneath the covers after turning off the lights, sighing appreciatively at the warmth that immediately engulfed your body as you lay down, pulling the duvet up under your chin. You lay on your side, a few inches between you and Tom as you debated your next move. The last few times you'd shared a bed, you'd either fallen asleep on him or with him spooning you - now that you thought about it, he'd never fallen asleep first. Even that first time you stayed over, you'd fallen asleep with your back to him - admittedly because you actually couldn't think of a single thing to say after you'd kissed, so after you'd just stared at each other in the half-light for what felt like an eternity you just smiled sleepily and rolled over to sleep.

But that was then. It was different now; by now you'd spent two nights as close to him as was humanly possible, waking up each morning with his chest to your back and his arm around your waist, legs tucked in behind yours and face buried in your neck. It seemed only sensible, then, that you should return the favour. So, you shuffled closer until your bent knees slotted in behind his, wrapping your arm around his waist and resting your hand on his stomach. You weren't quite sure what to do with your other arm, trapped between your bodies and the bed, but you were too warm and snuggly and sleepy to care too much about it.

You woke up the next morning to the alarm on Tom's phone going off, blaring out some repetitive ringtone from his bedside table. You'd had to reposition at some point in the night when your right arm had gone completely dead, but when you'd turned over onto your other side Tom had turned with you, so you were still cuddled up together.

Rolling over to face him as he twisted to silence his alarm, you blearily opened one eye. You just grumbled as Tom lay back down on his back, sleepily rubbing his eyes.

"I'm gonna go shower," he yawned.

"Mmmkay," you nodded, stifling a yawn of your own. "I'll get up in a sec."

Tom yawned some more as he got out of bed, and though he did set the duvet back down where he'd been laying it was too late, the cold had already gotten in. Your personal heater no longer in situ, you grumbled again, rolling back over and wrapping the duvet tighter around yourself. You really were going to get up soon - even if you weren't going to shower you'd still probably take longer to get ready once you put some make up on, and you didn't want to make Tom late for work. Still, you could just close your eyes for a moment...

Somehow a moment turned into several moments, and you must have fallen back to sleep, because you woke up ten minutes later when Tom's bedroom door slammed shut behind him when he came back from his shower, wearing a dressing gown and a towel around his shoulders catching drips from his wet hair.

"Hey," he kept his voice low as your eyes blinked open. "Do you want a coffee or anything?"

You shook your head, making a humming noise that you hoped sounded like "nuh uh".

"Are you gonna get up?"

You nodded, humming again - this time in a more affirmative tone.

"You can just stay here and work here if you want?"

You shook your head again, but this time you made the effort to use actual words - even if only to try and convince Tom that you were awake (you could work on convincing yourself later).

"No, I'll-" you paused to yawn, sitting up in the bed. "I'll get up."

Sitting up was a start, but that was about as far as you got, sitting and staring into space while Tom got his work clothes out. You half-watched him put his boxers on under his dressing gown, and your eyes focused a bit more once he took it off altogether - but all too soon he was covered up in jeans and one of his signature too-tight t shirts, and without that to keep your mind active you were sleepy again.

"You're not getting up, are you?" Tom laughed, standing by the side of the bed and looking down at you.

You pouted, frowning. You really did mean to, honestly, but here you were still in bed and Tom looked like he was almost ready to leave. It wasn't even 8am, and you could already tell it was going to be cold and miserable outside, and the more you thought about it the less you wanted to get up.

"Do you mind?" you slipped back down the bed, pulling the covers up to your chin.

Tom shook his head, droplets of water from his still damp hair splattering on your face and making you grimace.

"Sorry - 'course not. Just go back to sleep and then work here."

It sounded reasonable enough - hopefully you wouldn't be as distracted as you were when you tried to work at your own house because you didn't have any of your stuff there, so you couldn't procrastinate by tidying your room or something like that.

"...okay, fine." you sighed, turning onto your side and wrapping yourself up in the duvet again.

Already half asleep the moment your head hit the pillow, you listened to Tom pottering around his room for a minute or so before he said your name.

"Hmm?"

"I need to dry my hair."

You groaned exaggeratedly, pulling the covers up over your head in response. You heard him laughing for a second before the sound of the hairdryer drowned him out - though to his credit, it was only for a minute and then he was done. Poking your head back out of the covers, you watched him sit on the edge of his bed to put his shoes on.

"'Kay so...I gotta go..."

You nodded, not sure what to say. It felt a little strange, him leaving you alone in his house.

"So uh... Haz and Adam are here but they'll be asleep, but I'll text them and tell them not to come in and bother you."

"Thanks," you nodded again - in all honesty you'd forgotten about his housemates, so it was a good job Tom mentioned them - even if it did make it feel even weirder, being left alone with them somewhere in the house. "What time do you finish?"

"Half two," Tom got to his feet, getting his stuff together. "Be back by three."

"Cool." You didn't really know what else to say other than that, and you were still half asleep so more words wasn't really an option.

"So, uh...bye..."

"Bye," you smiled sleepily as Tom leant down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, smiling back at you before he left the room.

You sighed contentedly as his bedroom door shut behind him, and you barely even registered the front door open and shut before you were sound asleep again.

Thankfully, when you woke up a little while later you felt much more alive. You had a text from Tom when you checked your phone, explaining which cupboard and which shelf in the fridge were his and that you could eat whatever you could find. You could hear movement in the living room next door, though, and you didn't particularly want to meet anyone just yet - especially Adam, because you didn't really know him. Though, maybe it would be worse if it was Harrison because you did know him - either way, you decided to wait for now.

With great effort you got out of bed, deciding to get dressed and ready to make yourself more presentable for when you did leave the room - and to make yourself feel more productive. After dressing in an outfit that was remarkably similar to the one you wore the day before, putting on some make up, and opening the curtains and making Tom's bed, you took the plunge and hurried upstairs to the bathroom. You managed to get in and pee and brush your teeth without bumping into anyone, but you were pretty sure you heard noise in the kitchen on your way past so you decided to avoid that for now.

You set yourself up at Tom's desk, getting all your stuff out of your bag and spreading it across the surface. There wasn't an awful lot of stuff in Tom's room, just the standard furniture you assumed was provided by his landlord plus his TV and PlayStation, but he did have a few bits and pieces on his desk - deodorant, two bottles of Versace The Dreamer (one almost empty and one unopened), a tube of moisturiser, and three different hair products were all clustered together in one corner, while a neat stack of dvds and video games sat in the opposite corner. Cute.

You didn't manage to get too far into work before your tummy started to rumble, though, and that combined with the fact that your brain was struggling to function without coffee meant that you had to accept that you were going to have to finally bite the bullet and go out in search of sustenance. You hovered by the door, listening hard for any signs of life on the ground floor - and, hearing none, you made a break for it.

The coast was clear as you peeked around the doorway into the kitchen, so you made your way in to look through the cupboard Tom had told you was his. Among packets of noodles and tubs of protein powder was a loaf of bread that looked like it would be edible, so that was a start. You popped two slices in the toaster and boiled the kettle - Tom had offered you a coffee so there had to be some around there somewhere, right?

You were just grabbing a mug from the cupboard above the sink when two startling things happened at once: a) the toaster popped rather more aggressively than you were expecting, and b) a voice behind you said your name. As a result you dropped your mug in the sink - which, luckily for you was half full of dirty dish water, so instead of smashing the mug just bobbed on top, a rather unappetising tide mark now decorating the ceramic in addition to the 'UNT' text printed on the side (which you hadn't actually noticed before. How tasteful.)

"Holy shit," you breathed, looking over your shoulder to see Harrison standing in the doorway. "Don't do that!"

"Don't do what?" he laughed. "You're the one suddenly in my kitchen."

Heart hammering in your chest, you rolled your eyes as you attempted to regain your composure.

"Now I've lost my mug," you sighed, turning back to the sink.

"That's actually my mug," Harrison corrected as he reached past you to take out another from the cupboard. "But those aren't my dishes so I will not be touching that."

Fabulous.

You just nodded, stepping aside and pulling open drawers to look for a knife to spread the Nutella you'd found in Tom's cupboard onto your toast. Harrison pulled out yet another mug - for a house with no glasses there was certainly no shortage of mugs - and set it beside your plate.

"That's one of Tom's so you may as well use it."

"Cheers."

It was actually not that awkward as you both made your breakfasts - Harrison made you a coffee while he was doing his own, and you only bumped into him once when you were putting the Nutella back in the cupboard and he was going to put the milk back in the fridge.

You left the kitchen together, and you were planning on retreating to Tom's room to get back to work when he started talking again, leading the way into the living room and sprawling out across one of the sofas.

"So, how's it going? You're welcome, by the way."

You hovered in the doorway for a moment, mug in one hand and plate in the other, but Harrison was looking at you expectantly as he munched away on his cereal so you figured you may as well eat breakfast with him. You hadn't seen him in a while anyway, now that your joint assignment was finished and with it being Christmas break. But then you absolutely had to get back to work.

"Oh, uh," you started as you sat on the opposite sofa. "Yeah. Alright."

"Alright?" He prompted you for a more in depth answer, but you'd just taken a big bite of your toast so you wouldn't have to say anything else, so all you did was hum in response.

"Mmhmm."

Harrison rolled his eyes, but in a surprisingly tactful move he actually took the hint and changed the subject. You sat and chatted for a while, and he was telling you about the true crime documentary he'd watched the night before when your mind began to wander.

"...so they go into the neighbour's house right, and holy shit, right, I'm talking like proper serial killer shit, like wall-to-wall-"

"Wait, what did you mean 'you're welcome'?"

"Like even the bathroom was- what? Oh," he scoffed. "I set you up with Tom."

"...did you?"

"Uh, yes? I gave you each other's numbers."

You chuckled, frowning as you tried to think it through. Harrison had given you Tom's number, that was true, but you hadn't even used it. Tom didn't even know you had it, you'd just started talking on Snapchat and then you gave him your number when you switched to text. But Harrison said he gave you each other's numbers, so did that mean Tom had your number the entire time?

You just hummed, deciding this wasn't the time to discuss it, nor the person you wanted to discuss it with.

"Right. So, sorry, what was in the bathroom?"

"Ugh," Harrison groaned, setting his empty bowl down on the coffee table and picking up his mug of coffee instead. "You're so annoying, d'you know that? Both of you - I still haven't forgiven either of you for leaving me on read before Christmas."

"What?" You frowned again, scoffing when you realised what he was talking about - the emoji texts. "Oh, well what were we supposed to say to that? Like, 'yeah, just finished actually, cheers for asking'?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Harrison shrugged. "So you're sleeping with him, then?"

"Uhh, I-" your mouth hung open, your mind drawing a blank as you scrambled to come up with a response. You assumed Tom had told him because they were best friends, right? Had you just put your foot in it? Shit shit shit -- well, no, you were there, wearing his hoodie, clearly having stayed over the night before - it was pretty obvious, right? Though to be fair, you hadn't done anything last night, so it was possible that you weren't sleeping together, better play it safe--

"That's none of your business."

"Ugh," he sighed again, clearly exasperated at the lack of intel he was getting from you. "Lame."

"Anyway, how's it going with Liv?" you asked pointedly.

Harrison raised his eyebrows at you and took a long, looong sip of his coffee before replying.

"That's none of your business."

You stared at him aghast as he got to his feet, walking past you and out into the hall without another word. You followed him into the kitchen, dumping your plate next to his bowl on the counter.

"Lame."

He just scowled at you as he passed you, presumably going back up to his room. As irritating as that was, you supposed you did deserve it, having just done the exact same thing to him. In any case, it was past time you and your coffee got to work, anyway.

Once you got going you actually ended up having a pretty productive day - you got far more done than you thought you would have, and the lecture notes you'd found last minute turned out to be pretty useless anyway, so your plan wasn't messed up too much.

By the time Tom got back from work you were nearly done for the day. He brought you back a vanilla latte (in a travel mug so it was still hot), plus the sandwich and cake you sometimes bought from his work when you'd forgotten to bring lunch from home (a.k.a 90% of the time you eat lunch on campus because you never remembered to bring lunch from home unless Liv made it for you). You got to eat lunch with him, then, but he had some work to do so you only took a little break before moving to his bed to finish up your flashcards so that he could have his desk back.

You'd noticed a game in the stack on Tom's desk that you'd been playing with your cousins over Christmas break, so once you finished your work you asked Tom if you could play while he worked - you needed something to entertain you, after all. He set up a new profile for you, before getting back to revising - he had to put earphones in so he could focus, which you did feel a bit bad about, but he promised he didn't mind.

Almost two hours passed in comfortable silence, except for the sound of your game and the occasional burst of TV laughter or voices coming from the living room next door. Tom helped you out on your game a few times while he was taking a study break, other times he just watched you play. By the time he was finished for the evening, spinning his desk chair around to face you with a dramatic sigh, it was long since dark, the curtains once again pulled shut.

"You done?" you asked, glancing over at him but not wanting to take your eyes off the screen for too long because you were at a crucial point in the game.

"Yep."

"Okay..." you trailed off, your focus shifting back and forth between Tom and the game. "Two minutes..."

He didn't seem to mind anyway, just spinning his chair back around and scooting closer to the end of the bed to watch the screen. You could see him looking over at you every now and then out of the corner of your eye, but you were too intent on finishing what you were doing. Thankfully, though, it didn't take long before you were done, setting the controller down on the bed once you'd saved.

"Okay, hello."

Tom scooted his chair around to face you where you sat cross-legged on the end of his bed, taking his glasses off and setting them down beside the controller.

"Hi," he smiled, resting his hands on your knees as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "You have a good day?"

"Yeah, actually. Didn't get off to the best start..." You narrowed your eyes at him when he gave you a look that plainly said 'you might say that, yeah'. "-shut up. But I was actually very productive, thank you very much. What about you?"

Features relaxing back into an easy smile, he nodded.

"Alright, yeah."

"How was work?"

"Eh, work was...work," he shrugged. "Would've rather stayed in bed with you."

You nibbled on your lower lip, biting back a smile as he moved his hands further up your thighs.

"How about that stuff?" you asked, jerking your head in the direction of his desk.

"Yeah, alright," Tom nodded again. "Think I'm gonna be ready for next week."

"That's good," you murmured, your fingers toying with the curls at the nape of his neck as you talked.

"Yeah - you?"

"Mmhmm, yeah." In all honestly you had been a little stressed, but that was to be expected, and hearing Tom refer to exam week as next week was a little alarming, but overall you were feeling pretty good. As prepared as you could be, and uni work aside you were...happy, really. "Yeah, I'm good."

"Good."

With that, Tom leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips - and then another, and then another. Your grip on his hair grew tighter as his lips prised yours apart gently, his hands continuing their way up your thighs until they were on your waist -- and then all of a sudden you were on your back and he was on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist and his tongue eagerly exploring your mouth (well, you had been there almost 24 hours now, so it was about damn time).

He'd just turned his attention away from your lips and to your neck, pulling your hoodie aside to kiss the sensitive skin below you ear, when a thought popped into your head. Why these things always seemed to come to you when you were in the middle of Stuff, you did not know, but it was there now and it didn't seem like it was going away any time soon.

"Hey, so I was talking to Harrison this morning..."

Tom just hummed against your neck, seemingly waiting for you to finish your sentence before properly replying - which was fair enough, really, his mouth was preoccupied.

"He said he gave you my number."

"Uhh," he paused, kissing your collar bone. "Yeah, I guess he did."

"So when I gave you my number," you pressed on, though he was making it hard to concentrate. "You already had it, but you pretended you didn't?"

He laughed against your skin at that, a breathy chuckle that tickled your neck before he sat up to see your face.

"Maybe? You had mine too, though."

Your hands dropped from his hair to his shoulders, holding him away from you to stop him going back to kissing your neck.

"You knew I had your number?" you gasped, an incredulous smirk on your lips.

"Yeah, but, I didn't - I didn’t know if you wanted it or if Haz just gave it to you... and I couldn't just text you randomly like, what if you didn't want me to have your number?"

You frowned slightly, your smile fading into an expression of genuine confusion.

"Why wouldn't I want you to have my number?"

"I dunno," Tom mumbled. He wasn't looking directly at you anymore, he was looking somewhere around your right shoulder instead. "I didn't, I dunno, know if you were... into me...like that."

Oh.

Your body relaxed, your smile returning as you brought your hands back up to his hair, rubbing his earlobe with your thumb gently.

"I was." His eyes shifted back to yours, and you laughed nervously. "I mean, I still am."

"Yeah?" he smiled, one corner of his lips hitching up higher than the other.

"Yeah," you nodded - as if the idea of you being anything other than into him was absurd.

"Cool."

You smiled against his lips as he leaned down to kiss you, and you could feel that he was too - until he pulled back at the last second.

"Oh same, by the way-"

You pulled him closer to cut him off, laughing when he carried on talking into the kiss.

"-just in case-"

"Yeah, I got it," you murmured, cutting him off with a more forceful kiss.

Keeping one hand in his hair, you moved the other down over his back and tucked it into the back pocket of his jeans. You grabbed his bum through the denim, pulling him closer as your legs tangled together. Grinding against each other, Tom went back to kissing your neck as your body curved towards his.

You felt his arms wrap around your body as he moved to switch places - with one hand on the small of your back and the other between your shoulder blades he rolled you both over until you were on top of him. Straddling his hips, your chest pressed to his as your hands steadied yourself either side of his head. You ground down onto him, feeling him hardening through his jeans.

He grunted softly into your mouth as his hands pulled you closer - one on the back of your neck and one moving across your back, over your bum and coming to rest in a firm grip on the back of your thigh. You melted into his touch, your body responding to his instinctually. Heavy breaths and soft moans passed between your lips, nothing else except the menu music from your game and the dull drone of the TV next door filling the room.

You squeaked against his lips when he squeezed your bum roughly with both hands, before pushing up the sides of your hoodie and t shirt. You sat up enough to let him pull them both off over your head, holding his face in your hands as you leaned back down over him. His lips back on yours, Tom reached around your back to unhook your bra before flipping you back over onto your back. He tugged off his t shirt while you did the same with your bra, both soon tossed aside.

You sighed as he began kissing down your chest, your fingers brushing through his hair as he kissed between your breasts. His hands had just moved to the waistband of your leggings, poised to pull them down, when booming laughter echoed from the living room through the wall behind your head. Your breathing hitched and your eyes went wide as it dawned on you that while you were lying on Tom's bed, half-naked, his two housemates were probably less than two meters away, only a thin wall between the head of Tom's bed and the back of the living room sofa.

"Can we, like," you laughed awkwardly, your face heating up at the thought of them overhearing anything. "...put the TV on or something?"

"Yeah, 'course," Tom's tone echoed yours as he crawled off you, reaching for the controller at the end of the bed.

You sat up and wiggled out of your leggings while he switched apps to Netflix, putting on a random episode of Friends before getting up and setting the controller down by the TV. He paused for a moment, then turned the volume up a few levels before turning back to you.

"Thanks," you smiled, grateful for the background noise of Central Perk.

Tom climbed back on the bed, and was almost back kneeling over you when another thought occurred to you.

"Is your door locked?"

Tom opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, looked over at the door, and then sighed before getting up and locking it.

"Now it is."

You just smiled appreciatively, shuffling over to meet him where he now sat on the edge of his bed. Threading your fingers through his hair, you tilted his face to yours to kiss him - softly at first, though it quickly grew more needy. He twisted his body towards yours as his arms looped around your waist, your hand trailing down his bare chest to unbutton his jeans. Guiding your body down so that you were on your back again, Tom kissed along your jawline while you palmed his cock through his boxers. You giggled breathily as he sucked on your skin when you gave his balls a (gentle) squeeze, your laugh morphing into a moan when he dipped his hand inside your underwear, his fingers just brushing over your clit before he pushed one inside you. Pulling down the waistband of his boxers, you wrapped your hand around his length as his finger slid in and out of you, his palm rubbing against your clit with each movement. His lips traveled down your neck and shoulder, kissing and sucking the tops of your breasts as you worked his cock. Both his and your movements began to speed up, your breathing growing heavier and more laboured -- until the mattress started to creak beneath you.

You hadn't noticed it last time, safe in the knowledge that you were home alone - but now, with Harrison and Adam in the next room, you were hyper-aware of every sound.

"Wait," you breathed, placing a halting hand on Tom's chest. "D'you hear that?"

He sighed heavily, dropping his head to rest against your shoulder.

"Sorry," he mumbled against your skin, before pulling back to take his hand from between your thighs, sitting back on his heels and looking around the room. "Erm, I guess we could...go...on the floor...?"

You shuffled up the bed out from under him, your arms instinctively crossing over your bare chest as you peered down at the floor to inspect the carpet. You'd seen worse, admittedly, but you didn't particularly want to put your bare arse on it, either.

Your thoughts were evidently written on your face, because Tom said hopefully:

"I can put a towel down?"

"Sure," you laughed. Why not, eh?

You grabbed a condom from the top drawer of Tom's bedside table as he got up to get a towel from inside his wardrobe, shuffling to the end of his bed to wait while he laid it down on the floor.

Eyebrows raised, Tom grinned at you as he gestured to the towel once it was laid out between the foot his bed and his desk, pushing his chair aside with his foot.

"Perfect," you laughed, standing up as Tom took off the rest of his clothes and wrapping your arms around his shoulders once they lay abandoned on the chair. "Sorry."

"S'okay," he shook his head with a smile, placing his hands gently on your waist. "I don't really want them to...hear anything either."

Your eyes fluttering shut as you kissed, you wobbled a little as you both dropped to your knees, and you felt his cock press against your hip as you went. It felt a little bizarre - kneeling on a towel in the middle of Tom's bedroom, you in just your knickers and him completely naked - but at least you didn't have to worry about the bed making noises, and you were much further away from the living room in general now, so all in all you decided it was better.

You weren't too sure where to go next, but thankfully Tom took the lead, his hand making its way back between your thighs and into your underwear. His fingers sliding between your folds, you took a deep, shaky breath in and out as he started to play with your clit. Your tongue worked with his as you kissed, your hands resting on his shoulders to steady yourself as you parted your legs further to let him push two fingers inside you. You moaned into his mouth as he curled and uncurled his fingers, his fingertips brushing over That Spot inside you. You almost whimpered when he suddenly pulled his hand away, but once you realised it was just to take your underwear off you scrambled to help - you forgot you were even on the floor of his bedroom, all you cared about was getting that contact back.

His fingers teased your entrance once you got back to your knees, making you lean in to murmur in his ear.

"Do that again," you paused -for dramatic effect- to press a kiss to the edge of his jaw. "-please."

You heard him breathe out a chuckle, but he did as you asked and slipped two of his fingers back inside you again. You hummed appreciatively as he curled them inside you, just like he did before - only this time, he didn't uncurl them fully, just moved his fingertips back and forth over That Spot. You did you best to carry on kissing his neck, but you were having trouble focusing on anything other than the warm tightness building deep in your abdomen, so you were essentially just pressing your open mouth to his neck as his fingers continued to work inside you. Your walls beginning to clench around his digits, your nails dug into his skin as you tried to steady yourself with your hands on his shoulders. Your hips jerked as you felt yourself getting closer and closer until your eyes scrunched shut and you had to bury your face in the crook of his neck, pressing your lips against his shoulder to keep yourself from moaning out loud when he began to rub firm circles on your clit. Your thighs tensed around his wrist as you started to come, but he continued his movements all the same, drawing out the full length of your orgasm until your body finally relaxed, your lips lazily resuming their work of scattering kisses across his collar bone.

You sighed against his skin as his hands moved to your waist, guiding your movements. You both shifted, albeit a little jerkily on your part, until you were straddling his thighs, his legs stretched out in front of him as he reached for the condom where you'd left it on the floor beside you. You watched intently as he rolled it onto his length, nibbling on your lower lip as you eyed his nimble fingers.

Once the wrapper was tossed aside, you got to your knees once more, replacing his hand with your own to line his cock up with your entrance. Arms stretched out behind him to prop himself up, Tom leant back as he watched you lower yourself down onto him. You pressed your lips together as you placed your hands back on his shoulders to anchor yourself, closing your eyes as you felt him filling you up.

Rolling your hips slowly, you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you. Tom just watched you, that easy smile on his lips as his eyes trawled up and down your body. You arched your back slightly, sticking your chest out as you slowly started to ride him. He took the not-so-subtle hint, reaching out to touch your breast. He tweaked your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the palm of his hand warm against your skin as he kneaded your breast firmly.

As if on autopilot, your hands weaved their way into his hair, your fingers tugging gently to tilt his head up so you could kiss him. Your movements were slow, purposeful - Tom thrust up into you occasionally, but he mostly let you take control, your hips grinding steadily against his. And while it felt good, and every now and again you felt his cock nudge That Spot inside you, it wasn't long before you found yourself wanting more.

You shifted your rhythm, your movements growing faster with jerk of your hips. Your forehead resting against his, you looked down between your bodies, watching the muscles in Tom's abdomen tense as he began to match your thrusts. His hand moved from your breast to grip your waist, guiding your movements. Better, but not quite it.

"Hang on," you muttered, your hips slowing once more.

"Hmm?"

Tom looked up at you through heavy lids, and you couldn't help but kiss him then, your hands on his face pulling him closer. His tongue explored your mouth eagerly, and you began to roll your hips again instinctively - which reminded you of what it was you actually wanted to do, so you reluctantly pulled back far enough to murmur against his lips.

"Can we...reposition?"

You felt him laugh against your lips before he replied.

"Sure," he mumbled back, matching your low tone. "What did you have in mind?"

"Uh..." You paused, debating how to say it - or whether to say it at all, or just do it and hope he caught on. So far he seemed bright enough, you reasoned, so you decided to just go for it. "Like..."

Tom slipped out of you as you got to your knees and climbed out of his lap, turning away from him. You looked back over your shoulder at him to check he was following before you bent over - he was, already getting to his knees, so you continued. You felt so very exposed, then, on all fours on the floor, feeling cool air on every single inch of your skin - literally, e v e r y w h e r e. It wasn't for long though, because after a second you felt Tom positioning himself behind you, his hands warm on your waist.

Rubbing the tip of his cock along the length of your pussy first, he pushed inside you with a quiet grunt that you just about heard over the TV. Any awkwardness or uncomfortableness you felt was quickly forgotten as he bottomed out, and you remembered exactly why you wanted to switch positions.

"Better?" he asked quietly as he began to thrust into you.

"Mmmhmmmmm-"

Your hum of confirmation became distorted as you felt his cock hit That Spot inside you. Moaning under your breath, you moved to meet his thrusts, feeling him hitting deep inside you each time. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back towards him and keeping your movements in time with his.

Another knot of pleasure was twisting inside you already, your clit starting to throb with every thrust. You dropped down onto your elbows heavily, reaching down with one hand to touch yourself. Your fingers rubbing over your clit, you pressed your lips tight together to stop yourself from moaning aloud. Somewhere above you you heard Tom swear under his breath, his movements speeding up as he fucked into you harder and faster while your fingers on your clit pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You arched your back as he gripped your hips tighter, pulling you up and back onto his cock again and again until you let out a muffled moan as you came, your legs trembling as Tom ground against That Spot inside you while your fingers continued to work your clit.

Your fingers slowed as he pulled out suddenly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. On shaky legs you got to your knees and turned over, letting out a surprised squeak against Tom's lips when he cupped your face firmly and kissed you hard. Your brain, pleasantly hazy, was slow to catch up, but your body responded for you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he laid you down on your back, easing back inside you.

You almost started to giggle as he kissed your neck, his hair tickling your cheek, until he started thrusting into you again and you were anything but laughing.

"Oh fuck," you whimpered, your head tilting back and your eyes squeezing shut as Tom's hips snapped against yours, faster and faster until they came to a stuttering halt, his breath hot on your skin as he came with a heavy groan into the crook of your neck.

Your chest heaving with laboured breaths, you gave another surprised squeak when Tom slipped his hand in between your bodies. You expected him to pull out, spent, but his fingers found your clit instead, and you were so sensitive that he'd barely touched you before you were coming for a third time. Clenching around his cock, your nails digging into his skin as you gripped his shoulders, you kissed him hard to try and stifle the moans that were desperate to spill from your lips as he worked you through your orgasm again.

"Holy shit," you breathed once you pulled apart. You wiggled and squirmed beneath him, the feeling of his fingertips on your clit suddenly far too intense once your body began to relax - but with him on top of you, your knees hitched up either side of his hips, there wasn't a lot you could do about it. Tom chuckled against your lips, but graciously moved his hand away to hold your waist instead.

"Thanks," you sighed, smiling. "Too much of a good thing, you know."

Tom chuckled at that, nodding sagely.

"That was, uh..." you trailed off, unsure of how to finish that sentence. Fun? Good? Nice? None of those seemed fitting, so you just smiled and nodded instead. "Yeah."

"I agree," Tom chuckled again, looking up at your fingers as you pushed his hair back off his forehead, ever-so-slightly damp with sweat.

"...I think I would like to get off the floor, though."

"Oh shit, yeah, 'course-"

Tom helped you up once he'd gotten to his feet, and after a quick scan of the room you found some of your clothes. Extracting your t shirt out from inside Tom's hoodie, you pulled it over your head while he sorted out the condom - and as you were putting your knickers back on, you caught a glimpse of the TV.

"Aw, I love this episode."

"Ah yeah-" Tom looked over his shoulder at the screen while putting his own underwear back on. "Classic."

You knew you needed to go and pee, and besides that things just generally felt a little...stickier than you would like, but right then you'd much rather have sat in bed and watched 'The One Where Ross is Fine' than put clothes on to scurry upstairs to the loo while hoping you didn't bump into either of Tom's housemates on the way. Tom must have seen you hesitating, hovering at the end of the bed like you were about to sit down, because he laughed and asked if you wanted to restart the episode.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom first?" he asked after you nodded.

You just nodded once more, and he laughed again.

"Go on, then; I'll restart."

Of course, by the time you came back downstairs feeling much fresher and looking slightly more presentable, wearing clean underwear along with Tom's hoodie and his pyjama bottoms, you'd realised you were starving. So, it was over an hour and a half later when you actually settled down to watch Ross drunkenly forget about his fajitas, having made and eaten dinner with Tom and Harrison - who, if he had heard anything untoward through the living room walls, had seemingly decided not to bring it up. You were grateful if that was the case, of course, but it seem pretty unlike him not to bring something like that up, so you reasoned that he probably hadn't heard anything at all, which made it much easier for you to relax and enjoy your baked potato.

"I should probably go home," you yawned as the last scene faded out, the countdown to the next episode flashing up on the screen in its place.

"Why?"

Tom's voice sounded so innocent, so genuinely questioning as you sat up on his bed, that you couldn't help but think that actually, that was a pretty good point - why did you need to go home?

"I...need to shower?"

"You can shower here."

Excellent counter argument, to be fair.

"I...have a lecture tomorrow?"

"Me too, I can drive us in."

Solid rebuttal. You looked between Tom and the TV - the countdown was already down to 5 seconds, and you couldn't think of any other reasons besides the fact that you kind of needed to poop, and you weren't quite ready to do that at his house yet, but you'd rather not tell him that so you were left with little choice but to sigh, shrug your shoulders, and say okay.

It would come to you the next morning, when you went to get dressed after your shower and realised you'd run out of clean underwear, that you hadn't really brought enough clothes with you to stay for two nights, but for tonight you were content to rest your head back on his shoulder and let the next episode play.

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Abandoned amusement parks are the best place for young children (chapt. 2)

relationships: sbi + dt (all platonic they are kids)

Fic summary: 

Techno, Tommy, Wilbur and Phil have been hanging out at the abandoned amusement park in the woods since they moved in. Techno likes knowing he's definitely alone with his brothers Tommy likes climbing on the old rides Wilbur likes having a place to play his music Phil likes spending time with his younger brothers

That is, until a group of brothers calling themselves the 'dream team' move in down the road. Will the sleepy boys give in and share the park or will they succeed in scaring the new kids off?

Chapter summary: 

Without Tommy and Phil around, Techno and Wil hang out in the park alone until they see some unwelcome visitors.

or

Wilbur tries to be nice and intimidating at the same time

Chapter word count: 2291

Ao3

L’manburg had never become a national theme park but it was big; if you asked anyone from any other town they would have never heard of it, but here it was like an urban legend, an eerie reminder of how things can go from bustling to dead in the blink of an eye. 

But even in a battlefield, poppy’s still bloom and even in a place like this, memories were still made. 

As Wilbur strummed out random chords, trying to figure out the perfect sequence for the song he was working on, Techno sat next to him, cross-legged. With his long, pink hair draped over one shoulder in a loose braid, The teen scrawled into a notebook some English homework. Overall, the two were at peace, this was their routine and even with Tommy off playing at Tubbo’s house and Phil at work, they still enjoyed the time they could spend together. 

Eventually, Wil had started singing Techno’s essay as if it were the lyrics to the song he had been working on, earning himself a snigger and a playful shove from his twin. 

“Don’t you have any homework, music boy?” 

Pulling his braid up, twisting it into a bun and tying it off with a hair band, Techno glanced over at his brother. In all honesty, his hair really annoyed him, he was naturally very anxious and he didn’t like bringing attention to himself so long, pink hair didn’t seem like a very good choice. 

If he had any control over it, he’d be identical to Wilbur and he’d look so normal that everyone would leave him alone; the pink hair was always an anomaly, not even doctors could figure it out, the rapid speed at which it grew was strange too but he had learnt to live with it. 

Wil had a friend called Niki, she helped him with his hair when he was getting overwhelmed with it. 

“I do but then you wouldn’t get to hear me sing would you?” 

Wil laughed, leaning back against the old pool wall as he reached for his school bag, only to notice that Techno already had a hold of it and was looking through his planner to see what homework he needed to catch up on. 

They really thought alike didn’t they? 

Wilbur smiled to himself as he looked up to Techno, waiting for him to lecture him on everything he needed to do. 

“You’ve got a math’s paper due tomorrow, Phil’s better at that stuff than I am so if you need help you’ll have better luck with him than me”

Techno copied Wil, laying down next to him even though the pool hadn’t been cleaned in years. No doubt their uniform would need washing. 

“You’re both better than I am, Tech’ I really think at some point you should start going to your own classes” he sucked in a breath, lips pierced together “You’re smarter than I am and I don’t want to hold you back just because we want to stay together. I know you do all the work for your lessons and I think it’s really cool that you’re able to keep on top of things like that but eventually you should probably try to go to a class alone.”

Techno scowled and Wilbur knew he needed to elaborate if he didn’t want to hurt his brother. 

“Tech’ you’re really cool and funny but you’re also so smart and I know you’ll get great grades in your exams if you keep at it but sometimes it seems like you’d be happier with your own group of friends. I’d miss you so much if we stopped staying together but I think it would be good for both of us if we learnt how to talk to people aside from each other”

“I can’t Wil. I know what you mean, we can’t stay in this bubble forever, but I dont think i’m ready yet”

“Yeah I know… and that’s fine, we don’t need to rush it, I’ll stay with you as long as you’ll put up with me” 

And the tension melted away as the two laughed, it was almost ironic how they were so good at communicating their feelings with each other and so bad with it to anyone else (aside from their brother’s of course.) Wil had Techno’s hand clutched in his own again, he really loved his brothers and loved giving them hugs and cuddles, he understood that Techno didn’t like that kind of affection though so he stuck to just holding his hand whenever he felt big emotions.

The peaceful nature of their afternoon hadn’t lasted long though, a loud crash was heard somewhere nearby. Undoubtedly it would be the Dream Team, Wil didn’t understand why they couldn’t just leave, if he had accidentally intruded on someone else's spot, he would have left! 

“Do you wanna go find them?” Wil stood up, still holding onto Techno’s hand. It was comforting but it was also just nice to know he was there and present.

The pink haired boy nodded, pulling his bun back down into the long braid again since, even though it was less practical, it looked a lot better.  

The old pool was hard to climb out of, it always had been, but for Techno and Wilbur it was the best place in the whole park. If Tommy was being too hyper or Wil wanted some more privacy to play a song that might have been more personal, they always came down to the old log floom and sat in the pool.  

It was deep though, it had been made with the intention of the boats riding over the water, they had never made any steps to get out since people weren't supposed to be inside of it but that wasn’t to say it was impossible to get out, you just needed to know how.  

Sliding his guitar onto his back and holding his backpack against his chest, Wil made his way to the old vines that seeped into the pool, they had never checked to make sure these vines were safe to touch but they had never gotten a rash from them so they supposed it was fine. 

After making sure Techno was right by him, the brunette used the vine to ‘abseil’ himself up the side of the pool, being only 13 they were both still pretty light but it was clear that in a few more years they wouldn’t be able to do that any more. 

Techno climbed up after him and that was that, he had his mouth clamped shut as he always had done when he didn’t know if he was alone or not, Wil didn’t mind though, he had grown up with his brother like this so he knew his mannerisms well enough to read his body language fairly accurately. 

“I’m pretty sure the noise came from this way, honestly they’re probably digging around looking for things to steal. I don’t trust them at all” Grumbling, Wil shoved one hand in his pocket and took hold of Techno’s with the other. 

Glancing towards his brother, he saw the same kind of expression as his own, he could tell that Techno was just as upset as he was about someone messing with their space. 

“I don’t like them” He spoke rather matter-of-factly, he had grown a habit of rambling since he liked to fill the silence when Techno couldn’t talk. 

“They’re so rude. They don’t understand anything. I still can't believe what they said about you and Tommy! If you ask me, they deserved that rock! If Phil wasn’t there I would’ve thrown a second one..and a third one, then they could all have matching scars! And that Dream kid always has a mask on, how are we to know he’s not some criminal! Stranger danger dude! If we haven’t seen his face we shouldn’t play with him”

Wil rambled on as they walked, unaware of how hypocritical he was being by criticizing them for being rude about Techno’s issues and then immediately talking about Dream’s. That was just a part of childhood though, you had to be a bit of an asshole sometimes to learn how to be a good person.  

After getting a sharp elbow to the rib from his twin, he realised that he hadn’t been paying attention to his surroundings at all because right in front of them were two of the three boys they had been expecting, sitting in the centre of a heap of old Theme park maps. They had never done any research about L’manburg but Wil guessed it was probably open during the 80’s due to the overall theme of it. 

“What are you doing here?” 

He tried to seem threatening, he hoped he had at least a little bit of a bad boy reputation after throwing that rock. He was still riding out the adrenaline high from that. 

That’s what he thought at least, until George turned around. From his ear to his mid cheek, there was a big, puffy, red scar and Wil couldn’t help but feel guilty. That looked like it had definitely needed stitches.

He never wanted to hurt anyone he just wanted to scare them and maybe graze them up a bit. 

“Listen.” Wil sighed, telling himself he was only doing this because Phil had told him to and definitely not because he felt like a horrible person right now. Who knows how long that scar would take to heal? Maybe he’d have it all his life. The thought of someone being scarred for life because of him made him feel a little sick. 

“I hate you guys. You and your stupid brother with his stupid mask. You’re all stupid and you dont understand anything. But I shouldn’t have hurt you” A bump to the shoulder and a squeeze to his hand was all the encouragement he needed to keep going, to know he was making the correct choice. 

“I feel really bad, that scar looks like it hurts, that being said though why are you here?”

The youngest brother glared at him, Wilbur glared back. He remembered Phil saying his name was Sapnap. That was a stupid name, he thought, but then again he had a brother called Techno so he was being hypocritical yet again. 

“We were gonna look around because we thought you weren’t here but we got lost” George had mumbled from where he sat. Now the maps made sense, they were trying to find their way out. They were far too water damaged to be used though, the ink was smudged beyond comprehension, he remembered looking through them himself, with Techno and Phil when they had first found this place. Considering the amount of water damage all over this park, Wil wouldn’t be surprised if it had closed due to a hurricane or something. 

“We were looking around but Dream called saying dinner was gonna be ready soon and that we had to come home but we don't know the way”

“We can show you the way” Wilbur wore a smug smile across his face, he didn’t even need to look at Techno to know he was thinking the same thing. 

“You need to swear never to come back though, you two or your stupid brother”

He could see Sapnap get angry over his brother being called stupid but he seemed to know when to pick his battles, considering he was currently the youngest in the group. 

“Fine.” George stood up, slinging a backpack over his shoulders 

“Why are you so protective of this place anyway? It’s not like it can get any worse, none of the rides even work anymore”

For a split second Wilbur considered telling the truth, opening up to them. Aside from Phil, he was for sure the most honest brother, he wore his emotions on his sleeve and it was usually Techno that convinced him to pull back if he knew his brother was about to hurt himself. 

After a quick glance to Techno, to make sure it was okay, he started talking. 

“I don’t have anywhere else to play my music, Tommy doesn’t have anywhere else he can run around, Phil just likes hanging out honestly, but there’s nowhere else Techno feels comfortable speaking. I’m not letting you take that from him, from us. He deserves to have a place he feels safe and we deserve to be able to talk to our brother” He didn’t bother mentioning that he found communicating with Techno like this still fairly easy, he wanted it to sting when he told the two why they needed the park. He wanted them to feel just as guilty as he had when he saw the scar. 

“Can’t he just.. I dunno.. Talk?” Sapnap giggled, earning a smack to the back of the head from none other than Techno. 

“It’s kinda like anxiety” Tommy hadn’t understood at first either, he thought maybe they just hadn’t experienced it before.

“He’s fine talking with our brother’s and myself but it’s really really hard for him to do it with other people. He’s not weak though so don’t underestimate him because of it” He gave them both a glare, still trying to appear threatening 

“So promise you wont come back. We took you to the exit, now go home and don’t come back” 

The duo both gave half hearted promises, In fairness they weren’t even trying to be cruel. They were just young and wanted to explore a cool area with people they thought could potentially be their friends. Still not really understanding why they needed the place so badly, they muttered to themselves the whole walk home about how they could ‘reclaim’ L’manburg.

[kaz11283]

You-15, Sam-16, Dean-19

It's been a few years and your friendship with the boys grow stronger all the time. You and Sam have a close friendship but you and Dean are inseparable.

~~~

Best Friends

Chapter 3

"Boys are so freakin stupid." You huffed walking into Dean's room. The boys had decided to come along and stay with you at the end of the school year. Your dad deciding to just let you stay at Uncle Bobby's during to keep you from having to transfer you everywhere around the country, the boys however werent as lucky with their dad.

"Why? What happened to ol what's his face?" Dean asked not taking his eyes off the movie he had been watching.

"He ditched me for Karen." You sassed and made a face saying her name. "Your all hormon driven. Every. Single. One." You said sitting down next to the bed.

"We're not all like that. Look at Sammy. Hes more into books and studying." He laughed scooting over and patting the bed so that you could lay down next to him. "Want me to kick his ass?"

"No, hes not worth the time. It was a joke anyways thinking he would actually like me." You said hanging your head. "Jesus how could I be so dumb. I should just start traveling with dad again. Get outta this town. I dont like anyone here anyways, no one would miss me."

"Stop that self hate bull right now. Y/n there are other people out there. Besides you have friends here. Like actual real life friends. Out on the road it's just me, dad, and Sam. Kinda lonely really."

"Ah yes very lonely going state to state deflowering girls and saving the day. Must be hard with so many conquests under your belt." You rolled your eyes, you knew that dean didnt have a problem traveling all over the states.

"I am not having that talk with you. You like my little sister I never wanted and it makes me feel wierd."

"Dean, I'm 15 now, I've fooled around with guys. It's not like I'm completely innocent in a sense." You laughed sitting up.

"Stop really. Like gross. Dont you have homework you need to do or studying or something. Really y/n of your gonna start talking about that get out. Makes me wanna get names and go beat some boys asses." He said pushing your shoulder with his.

"Na. I'll stay. Finish watching this movie with you, if you dont mind. I haven't seen it in a while anyways." You said propping on the head board. "Where is Sammy? We could make this a movie night like we use to have, stay up till morning when Uncle Bobby wakes up he could even yell at us." You laugh.

"Had a date with some chic in town, probably sobbing all over some girls face." He said grabbing his drink off the floor. "If we're making this a movie night we need popcorn and some snacks." He stated pointedly at you.

You rolled your eyes and got up. "The only reason I'm getting everything is because I wanna change into my comfy clothes." You walked out of the room.

"Pie! Dont forget the pie!" He yelled.

~~

"Tired. So tired." You mumbled over the book Bobby had sat in front of you.

"Well if you and Dean hadn't stayed up all night watching scary movies and cackling like a bunch of Henson you wouldn't be. Now help me figure out what this thing is or I'll stick you out there with the boys." You had to admit at least you was inside instead of in the heat working in the garage. Your uncle hadn't been the happiest when he woke up to find you and Dean still wide awake at 6:30 watching a Hatchetman marathon.

"All I'm saying is if you dont want me to conk out I'm gonna need some coffee." You said getting up and going to the front door.

"Y/n, we have coffee in the kitchen." Uncle Bobby grunted after you.

"I also need fresh air, uncle Bobby." You walked out of the door

~~

You had convinced the boys to go with you to a little outside diner in the middle of town ri grab some lunch and just hang out. "So do yall know when yall are leaving me behind again?" You knew it was inevitable that they would leave and you might not get to see them till Thanksgiving or even Christmas.

"Last we talked to dad we were staying through summer and leaving out around the first of August." Sam said taking a bite of a fry. "But he also talked about taking off the last few weeks of summer along with your dad. Taking a type of family vacation."

"Ha, you both know just as well as I do that's not gonna happen. Dad was suppose to be out of the business a long time ago. Even bought a house and wound up selling it because there wasnt a point in owning something he never used." You laughed taking a drink of your milkshake.

You looked up in time to see the guy you had plans with the night before walk into the diner. "Come on, I'm sure Uncle Bobby is wondering where we are. I still have some research to do and yall gotta finish working in that car for him."

"Haha y/n. Nice try. What's going on? Your never willing to get back to work." Dean said still eating on his burger.

"I'm turning a new leaf, let's go." You gritted through your teeth as the guy from the night before started walking toward you. "Ugh, damnit," you whispered putting on a fake grin. "Hey Ethan."

"Hey y/n, look about last night-"

"You had something come up. It's fine."

"Can I have a rain check? Maybe take you out for dinner tonight?" He asked looking at the guys that was with you.

"Ummm. I dont know my family just got into town and I haven't seen-"

"We dont mind. Besides I have plans with some friends and I think Dean might have a date." Sam said smiling at the guy standing in front of them.

"Yup y/n we dont mind. Were here all summer anyways, and we have that vacation too. We have plenty of time to catch up " Dean said standing up. "It was nice to meet you Nathan." Holding out his hand

"Ethan." Ethan said shacking his back.

"Whatever." Ethan walked back to his group of people.

"I hate you both right now." You said grabbing your bag and throwing it over your head before storming away.

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Ok guys that was chapter 3. I felt like the ending was a little dry. I have never felt so happy and excited though about something I wrote! Thank you so much for the likes, the rebloggs, and the follows. It's really giving me a reason to write, putting a flame under my ass really to make sure this continues.

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It’s like being in a coma, I can hear everything going on around me. But I wasn’t exactly in control of myself. I can’t open my eyes, I cant move, I can’t speak. I can however communicate with Jean  through thoughts. ‘Jean?’  I wait a few moments for a response. ‘TIKI!? Your awake?’ I could hear the relief in her mental voice. ‘not exactly. I’m still technically in the technical term in a coma, but I found that I can still communicate with you and the other telepaths through thought.’ It takes a moment for her to respond. ‘Jean? Where are you?’  Nothing. ‘sorry. I’m in the infirmary with the other waiting for you to wake up. Do you have any clue when that might be?’ She sounded worried. ‘Soon. I can almost... open my... eyes. Jean what time is it?’ I hear the sound of a phone being turned on and then turned off. ‘12:15PM. Why?’ I take deep breath. “around 12:20. Just five more minutes. Just wait five more minutes.” I hear her sigh of relief. Scott responded to her. “what?” Silence for a moment. “five more minutes.” Everyone seams to understand then the atmosphere around me begins to relax. My hearing was clear. I could hear the heart beats oof everyone around me. With time I had learned to differentiate between who was who just by the sound of their heart beat. I listened closely to the closest one to me. counting the slow steady heartbeats of the person next to me. They were the most rhythmic. Sounding almost... like music. His heart beating to a relaxing beat. Two then three then two the one then repeat. Soon I was lost in the melody. Time flew by and I felt my finger twitch. The heart next to me stuttered. Everyone stoped breathing for a fraction of a second. Slowly my eyes began to open. M vision blurred slightly then clearing up and blurring again and then they were fine. I took a deep breath. Everyone was in the corner looking at either the floor the ceiling or at a wall. “I told you guy that I would be fine.” Everyone’s eyes fly open and then I’m being hugged to death. I laugh softly. “ok,ok. I missed you guys to now let go of me so I can breathe.” Jean let go of me and I took a deep breath. I began to get up but once my feet touched the cold floor I flinched and pulled them back. I didn’t like cold floors which made the fact that it was winter veery irritating. Later that day I was outside trying to adjust to the cold weather, when I spot Kurt playing with the younger kids. I wasn’t quite sure what they were doing. A little girl runs up to me. “do you wanna play?” I smiled at her adorable high pitch voice. She had an adorable mutation. She had cat ears and a little kitty nose and even fur on her ankles and wrists. Her eyes were a beautiful yellow and she had claws. “what are you guys doing?” She giggles. “we’re haveing a snowball fight.” I cock my head to the side. “what is... a snow-ball-fight...?” She giggles. And gets down and shows me how to make a snowball and tells me how to play. I smile and pick up some snow and cup it in my hands, until its a nice round ball. Then I throw it, and it hits Kurt right up side the head, but I threw it too hard so when it hit him he went flying into the snow. The kids laugh but my. hand fly to my mouth and I run over. “Oh my god! Kurt I am so sorry” I help pull him out of the snow and laugh when I see that there is snow in his hair and the shocked look on his face. “it’s ok, libeling. I should have been paying attention to my surroundings. We’re even anyvays.” I look confused. “what’s that supposed to—OH!!” he shoved snow in my face. I laugh. “You’re on you blueberry!” I sprint to the other side of the field and help the kids make snowballs and we begin to ambush Kurt and his team with snowballs. By the end of the fight my feet were slightly red from the cold and hurt because they were freezing. My body shivered from the cold. I started to head inside but I fell and couldn’t Back up. “Tiki!” Kurt bamphed over to me. “Tiki are you ok?” I shiver. “n-no, my feet are f-f-froz-zen.” He picks me up and teleports me to the library right infront of the fireplace. “stay here I’ll be right back.” I nod once ands curl up by the fire. When Kurt returns he has two blankets. He wraps one of them around my feet and swaddles me in the second blanket. “there now you can get nice and warm. You stay here I’ll get us some hot chocolate.” Before I can protest he bamffs off and returns with two mugs of hot chocolate. I had moved to the couch. “thank you” I whispered as I took the mug. Once more I find myself staring at the two boys across the room. The boy with silver hair and the boy with wings. I found myself noticing small details about them that they probably didn’t even know. The way the angel like boy seamed to always be on alert. Always ready to attack if necessary, or the way every time someone looked at him he seamed to glare at them daring them to keep staring. The way the other boy seamed to always be in motion, or how he always had look of mischief in his eyes. Polar opposites yet eerily similar at the same time. Then they both look my way and our eyes lock. “Tiki?” I tear my gaze away from the two boys, and look at Kurt. “that day in training... well...” he blushes an adorable shade of violet. “Do you really think I‘m beautiful?” His word were rushed and he sounded embarrassed. I laugh softly. “yes, I do.” He blushes deeper. Then I get a text from Luke. ‘meet me by the tree’ I smile. ‘On my way’ I get up and run towards an open window and launch myself out of it. I drop twenty feet and land almost soundlessly on my feet in the snow. I walk our tree and flop down in the snow next to Luke. “what’s up.” “I dont want you hanging out with the X-squad.” I immediately look confused. “What are you talking about?” He looks angry. “what im saying is that they are always getting into trouble and what with your accident the other day. I dont want you spending any time with people that are going to put you in danger.” Now it’s my turn to be angry. “That is not their fault I chose to go into that fire on my own not the other way around.” He shakes his head. “I DONT CARE!! I FORBID YOU TO SPEND TIME WITH THEM!!!” I flinch. A tear rolls down my cheek. “you cant control my life like my mom did.” I then turn and walk back inside. I spot Jean and Scott by the stairs and I walk past them. Jean grabs me by my arm. “Tiki, what happened?” Iturn to her and she stands there in shock when she sees my tears.  “nothing, and everything.” I say softly. Her eyes harden with determination. She grabs my hand. “come on lets go grab the girls and get some ice cream.” I nod once and we leave. 

A/n: hey guys I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Stay healthy and safe I apologize for any errors I have made. Enjoy and I will be making a part six eventually. All my love Kurt Wagner.

[starshinewriter]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Donald Duck & Minnie Mouse, Louie Duck & Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck & Louie Duck Characters: Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Louie Duck Additional Tags: louie is around 3, minnie is the best aunt, (dont tell daisy), donald and louie love each other so much, bad grammar in some parts cause its in louies perspective Series: Part 6 of A Bigger, Different Family Dynamic Summary:

Minnie babysits while Donald looks for a job.

Notes:

First story of the new year!!! Yeah!! Hope you guys enjoy and have a great 2021!!!

Alternative to Ao3:

Donald needed a job, he couldn't ignore that anymore. The money he saved up over the years was almost gone and he didn't want to ask Scrooge for more, not unless he really had to. So he needed a job, but that meant leaving Louie alone and he had never done that before. Even when they went over to the mansion Donald made sure to be around him at all times. He wasn't sure how he'd react to being left with someone else for so long, and he was kind of scared to find out. But he needed a job so that meant he had no choice.

He spent the next few days looking around for opportunities and finally found one, which meant all he had to do now was find someone to watch Louie. It shouldn't be too hard, it wasn't like there was a shortage of people. So he started calling his friends, he would use his Uncle as the first option, but he was so busy with the twins and Donald didn't want to add onto that.

Minnie ended up being the only one who could do it on such short notice and he gave her about a thousand thank you's before she told him to stop and that she was happy to do it. This was one of the many times he was glad he had such great friends.

He started going through what Louie would need for the day and putting it into a bag before his eyes landed on his son. Louie smiled and waved at him and Donald smiled back as he sat down and pulled him into his lap. How to have this conversation? "How do you feel about going to see Aunt Minnie today?"

"Why?"

"I have to go somewhere for a few hours and someone needs to watch you."

Louie looked at him stubbornly, "I go."

Donald shook his head, "Sorry, Sweetheart, but you can't. But you like Minnie, right? She's nice and a lot of fun, I'm sure the time will fly by." Louie started tearing up so Donald quickly pulled him closer and began soothing him. "It's gonna be okay, Louie, it's not forever, just a few hours, and then we'll be back together again."

"Promise?"

He smiled at him, "Promise."

So Donald finished packing the bag, there was still the thing of if he got a job this would be happening more often, but one issue at a time. And maybe if today went well enough Louie would soon get used to being without him for a while. That was his hope anyway. He couldn't be overly dependant on him, all the parenting books said that was a big no-no, and who was he to not listen to them?

The drive to Minnie's was short but also not short enough, there was no way Louie was ready to say goodbye to him. He almost thought about canceling the interview, waiting a few months before doing this, but he would just have this problem then too, best to deal with it now. He just wished it wouldn't be this hard, he didn't want to leave Louie and this would be just as difficult for him as his son, but he knew it was for the best. They needed money to survive and an unfortunate part of that was being away from his kid for a few hours. They needed this, he just had to keep reminding himself of that.

Louie refused to let go of him after he got everything settled with Minnie and he wished he could say he was surprised. But he really did have to get going, any later and he'd be late for his interview. "I know this is gonna be hard, but I need you to be brave for me. Can you do that?" He felt him nod against his shoulder and smiled then placed a kiss on his head. "Be good for Aunt Minnie, I'll be back in just a few short hours. I love you." Louie looked at him and gave a small smile,

"I wuv yu too." He handed him to Minnie and then gave him one last look and a wave before heading out the door, knowing that if he didn't leave then then he never would.

Louie watched the thing his Dada disappeared into until the big mouse got his attention. He liked her, she was sweet and always gave him sweet things when his Dada wasn't looking, but she wasn't his Dada. He wanted his Dada. Why did he leave? Was Louie not good enough for him?

The big mouse smiled at him, "It's okay, Louie, your Dad'll be back soon and in the meantime we get to hang out." She said, bringing him into the room that smelled really nice.

"Wher he go?"

"He's going to a job interview." Louie looked at her confused, what was that? And why did it sound so, bad? "A job is something adults have to get money, so that they can take care of things and the people they care about. An interview is something they have to do to get a job." So he didn't leave cause Louie was bad, he just needed mony? Maybe there was a way Louie could get mony. If he had mony he wouldn't hafta hafe job- jobs sound hard and his Dada did so much for him, he want to do something for him too.

Then that settled it, "I need mony, to help Dada."

"Well, aren't you sweet?" Louie grinned at her. "Unfortunately you're a bit too young for money, but I'll tell you another way you can help him. You can help him just by being you, jobs can make people tired but being around the people they love can make them less tired. And remind them why they have them in the first place." All he had to do was be him? That sound easy, he can do that. Anything to help his Dada.

She gave him something to eat after that and he asked her more about jobs. He didn't really understand it, but the big mouse said it was cause he was too young. The only thing he really focused on was that his Dada would be away from him more often. He didn't want that, but the big duckie who took care of the place his cousins stay at say sometime you hafta do things you don't want to. He didn't know why but Hue and Dew trust her so so did he. He would miss his Dada but the big mouse say he got job for him so he would just hafta deal with it.

Dada's took care of people, that what they did, Louie had to let him do whatever it took to take care of him. Even if it sounded bad. His Dada know what he doing, his Dada always know what he doing. And apparently he was doing job now.

After he finished eating the big mouse took him back into the room with all the things he wasn't suppose to climb and pulled some of his toys out of the thing he Dada always carried. She handed him his box that he had to put stuff into and set him on the ground. She wasn't gonna leave him was she? He didn't want to be alone. He start tearing up and she quick sat next to him. "What's wrong, Louie?"

"No leave! Stay wit me!"

She dried his eyes, "Oh, Louie, of course I'm staying with you! It wouldn't be much of a hang out if I didn't, right?" He nodded and she give him a smile. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving you alone while you're here." He not be alone. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, maybe it even be fun like his Dad say.

The two of them played with his toys for a while and he have fun, not as much as with his Dada or cousins but still fun. The playing tired him out but he wasn't ready to nap without his Dada, but the big mouse wasn't making him which make him like her even more. That was the day he decided she he's favorite big person after his Dada. And maybe after the big duckie that talk weird and took care of his cousins ...maybe not, he say weird things sometime that Louie don't understan. He didn't like not understaning something, but neither did Hue so maybe it was a cousin thing.

Suddenly a noise came from the big rectangle and he jumped. The big mouse smiled at him and picked him up so it hasta be a good thing, maybe it was his Dada! She open the big rectangle and his Dada appeared in front of it, it was him! He was back! Louie made grabby hands for him and wiggled in the big mouse's arms. "Dada!"

His Dada quick grabbed him and start putting kisses all over him which make him giggle. "Louie! Oh, I missed you so much!"

"Miss yu to! Bunch and bunch!" Donald smiled at that then looked at Minnie who was watching them with a smile of her own.

"Min, I really can't thank you enough for this. How was he? Did he do okay?" He seemed to be okay, and looked like he had tired himself out but he had a big grin on his face and that was all that really mattered to Donald.

"It was no trouble at all, Love, he was an absolute sweetheart. He had a little trouble at first but he was brave, just like you asked him to be." He looked at Louie who nodded and he placed another kiss on him. "Oh and the cutest thing happened! While I was explaining to him what you were doing he said he 'needed money, to help you out', isn't that just the sweetest?"

It really was. "Louie..."

Louie looked at him sheepishly, "You do so much for me, wannaed to do something for yu to."

"Just be you, Sweetheart, that's all I ever want." Two people had tell Louie that now, it had to be true. That sounded easy, a lot easy than job. He had the better life.

Donald and Minne talked for a few more minutes before Louie let out a yawn. The two of them chuckled, "I should get him home so he can nap. But really, thank you again." Minnie waved him off and he thought that was fair enough by now. He turned back to his son, "Tell Aunt Minne bye-bye." He cooed to him.

His son waved at her, "Bye-bye, Aunt Minnie!" The adults froze at that but Louie didn't seem to notice, content to snuggle into his Dad. That was the first time he had referred to one of them like that beside Donald. Minnie put her hands over her mouth and Donald grinned at her, she deserved it, Louie adored her. Even before he asked her to babysit.  

They hugged after that and Donald and Louie left, Louie falling asleep as soon as he got in his car seat. But not before his Dad could tell him how proud of him he was for today, and since Donald had gotten a second interview it looked like days like today were going to be happening more often. Well, everyone said the first day was the hardest- and they both got through it, they could get through anything with their family be their side.

[mysteryofren]

The First Order Has Gained its 6th Member

chapter 32 of So Happy Together 

31: https://mysteryofren.tumblr.com/post/620289196961218561/the-first-order-is-going-camping

possible tw: kylo flirting with an underage character

 You sat in the small dorm looking at the side that was now empty. You two had finally finished packing her things. Now her side had no sign of her ever being there. The photos, and posters she had were stripped off the wall. The light blue bed set she always had was gone. The top of her desk was void of the little collectables, and momentos she had sitting on it for years. This was it. Your 4 years together were coming to a close. Now someone new would decorate the wall by her bed, and the desk that sat by yours. Any sign that she was there was about to be gone, and someone else was going to take her spot. It felt wrong. Dirty almost. The thought of someone else living there wasn't one you liked very much. At least you only had to deal with them a year. 

 You looked at the small bed, and realized you would never lay in it, and talk like you did throughout the years. There wouldn't be any more nights where both of you felt lonely, and slept in the same bed for comfort. You would consider the lesbian rumor that Rey started 2 years ago being over, but Elaine ended those rumors when her, and Matt got together. You laughed remembering that rumor. Elaine busted into the room that day informing you of your “intimate” relationship with her. She had heard about it from one of her teammates. That was a fun semester. More memories popped into your head. The nights you guys couldn't sleep, and watched movies. The christmas you guys found a small christmas tree at the tree lot, and decided to take it for the dorm. It barely held 3 ornaments without falling.

“Hey you ready?” you heard Elaine's voice pull you out of your trance.

“Oh yeah, lets go.” you, her, and Phasma had rented a truck to move all her things. You weren't by any means old enough to rent one, but you guys had money. Lots of it which made the guy at the rental place excuse that rule for the time being. You filled it with all her things, and had decided to have a mini road trip to get to her house. 

“So Amilyns for food?” Phasma asked as she closed the door to the truck bed, and hopped in the cab.

“Sounds good to me!” Elaine said as she got in the driver's seat. You hopped up into the seat next to Phasma, and put your seat belt on. Elaine started the truck, and you guys officially started the long drive ahead of you. Usually you drove since you were the only one in the group that had a car that didn't need to be shared with a sibling. That by no means meant you were a GOOD driver. That was Elaine, and since you guys were not old enough to even have the car you decided it was best to let Elaine drive since the risk of crashing was way lower than it was with you or Phasma. 

 You all drove for a long time. You all had worked the night before on a playlist for the trip. Phasma started playing it while you looked out the window. It was going to be a while before you got to Amilyns so you pull your phone out to message Rey. 

‘Hey, just checking in. hope you're okay’ was all you sent. Then you opened snapchat to see what had been sent to you while you were packing. One was from Hux. it was Milli, and she was sitting in one of the boxes looking like she was going to pounce out at him. 

‘I don't think she’s quite ready to leave yet.’ is what he had written. He was taking her with him, but sadly he can't have her at the dorms. He was using his savings to rent an off campus apartment for the two of them. You could imagine him alone in a little apartment with nobody but Milli for company. She had so much personality that it would be like having another person around. The next one you opened was from Rey. she sent it last night, but you only just got to see it. You opened it , and it was a picture of her, and Poe dressed up to go out. They stood in front of a hotel mirror holding each other's waist, and making the same face as they posed. 

 You held the phone up by the window, and snapped a photo of you smiling while Elaine was focused on the road, and Phasma looked ahead with her. You sent it back to her before putting your phone away. The drive to Amilyns cafe wasn't one that was too bad. It was a drive you had made tons of times, so it wasn't anything new. However what was new, was the closed sign on the door. You watched as men took stuff out of the building, and moved it onto a big moving truck. You all got out to see what was happening when you saw Amilyn inside. Elaine walked in, and you followed her along with Phasma. Amilyn stood in front of a small tower of boxes.

“Amilyn what's happening?” Phasma asked, walking in behind you.

“Oh, girls, I didn't know you were coming by!” she responded. 

“Are you moving already?”

“Yes I am. I was actually just about to text Y/N to see if you guys would help me set up.”

“When?” Elaine asked.

“Probably sometime next week.”

“I leave on Saturday.” Phasma informed her. Amilyn made a sad face, and Hugged her.

“What about tomorrow? I know we were going to go skating, but we love it here! I'm sure the boys would be down.” Elaine said. You pulled out your phone and sent a text into the group chat.

“We’ll leave you to it, but I can text you to let you know what the boys say, but we for sure are down to help.” she smiled and hugged you.

“You girls are so sweet. It's gonna be weird having just 3 of you around instead of 5.”

“We know, but me and Hux will be back to visit dont worry!” 

“You better,” she picked up one of the boxes in front of her. “I'll see you girls around!”

 She walked outside to load it onto one of the trucks outside. You all walked out, and waved at her while getting into the truck. You all decided to find somewhere else to eat since Amilyn was moving. You found a little restaurant in the city to eat at. It wasn't much, just another little coffee shop, but it was food, something you desperately wanted. You all walked inside, and got in line to order. Once you placed your order you offered to stay by the counter to grab it once it was ready. 

 The smell of coffee filled your nostrils as you stood there. It was a strong satisfying smell. You weren't too big on coffee, but the smell always made your mouth water. Your order came, and you tried to grab it all, but sadly couldn't fit it all in your hands.

“Lemme help.” you heard someone say.

“Oh thank you.” you looked up to see the eldest Solo child.

“Oh hey Kylo.”

“Hi. its Y/N right?”

“Sure is!” he grabbed some of the items that were still on the counter, and helped you bring it to the table.

“Look who I found.” you said to the girls as you put some of the food down.

“Hey Ky, haven't seen you in a few days.” Elaine said as she took her coffee, and sandwich.

“Uh yeah. You don't come to the house a lot.” He asked. Phasma took the coffee he was holding as she answered him. 

“We tend to hang out at Obi-Wan's house a lot.”

“Oh you mean Old Ben.” 

“Old who?” Phasma responded.

“Oh turns out my grandmother used to call pop pop Ben, and his brothers named after him.” you informed the girls.

“My parents and I call him Old Ben. I find it a bit funny both my brothers didn't meet him until recently.”

“Hey how did you meet them, but they never did?” you asked him as you sat down. He stayed standing and looked down at all of you.

“They never behaved for parties so the old man and my mother never took them to any. I was good enough that I could be there for a few hours before getting restless.”

“I never saw you at any of them.” You took the other things from his hands, and pulled out a chair for him.

“Because by the time your parents could bring you I already told mine I didn't want to go anymore.” he looked at the chair, and you patted the seat. He sighed before sitting down.

“So tell us about you Kylo. I wanna know more about my future Brother in law.” Elaine said as a joke. 

“Did you do this to Ben too?” he asked. 

“We know enough about Ben.” she sipped her coffee.

“Yeah like how much of a dick he is.” 

“Phasma!” you scolded her.

“Im right.” she said.

“No she is right. My brother is not the best person.” he sighed before continuing. “About me. Uhhh. I study journalism and English. I'm 23. Like my Brothers I like calligraphy. I ride a motorcycle.” 

 You all stared at him waiting to see if he would say anything else. He stared back, obviously very uncomfortable. Part of you wanted to ask what the wink was about back at the party, but you figured it would probably be best to let it go. You and the girls tried to get him to go on, but according to him there wasn't much he did, or found interesting. He did tell you he studied at a college in Chandrila since that's where he was born. That was it though. You figured he's probably one of those people you have to slowly get to know. You guys decided to talk about something else, and talked about helping Amilyn tomorrow. Every now and then he jumped into the conversation. Which showed he was comfortable enough to talk whenever. He even offered to help out which was nice.

You exchanged numbers with Kylo before he left to go on about his day. You guys only stayed a few minutes behind him before leaving for Elaines. Getting into the truck you thought about Rey again. You knew she wouldn't show it, but you can't imagine how much pain she's in. Actually you could. You knew exactly what she was going through and it sucks because you still haven't entirely recovered. Ben Solo had quite the habit of making girls love him before he leaves them. You wish you could tell her about your experience with it. Sadly you know Rey well now, and you know she's still an angry person. You tried thinking of ways to comfort instead of anger her. It was hard though. She was so far away. 

  You finally tune in to what Elaine and Phasma are talking about. 

“So that was fun talking to Matt's brother, wasn't it?” Phasma asked you both.

“I don't know man, Kylo is a little weird.” you said.

“I feel like you like it though.” Elaine teased.

“Oh my stars shut up! I do not! I mean he's nice I just think he's a bit off.”

 You all laughed, and kept joking around. You all agreed even though he was a bit weird he was fun to talk to. You could tell he's very awkward at first, but definitely needs to warm up to you guys. Kylo seemed nice though. He was definitely someone you would want to keep around. Out of the Solo boys, he actually seemed to be the shyest. You never thought you would meet a Solo more shy than Matt, but Kylo was it. Han was right; he acted like him. He listened only offering words to the conversation occasionally, and giving just a grunt or sound otherwise. He seemed sweet though. You never even expected to meet Kylo, somehow he seemed like a myth. You had heard about him so much from Matt, and a few times from Ben, but you never saw him. Leia and Han didn't even have pictures in the house of him. Why that was, is something you should definitely ask Matt. 

 “He's definitely a little off. He seems like he would fit well into the first order though.”

“Elaine, are you saying you want to offer him an exclusive spot into the first order?” Phasma asked.

“Maybe. I'm just saying he seems like he would fit in.” Elaine kept her eyes on the road as she and Phasma continued talking. 

 You don't see Kylo wanting a spot in the first order, but if anything it wouldn't hurt to try. You pull out your phone, and look for his name in your phone. Once you found it you sent him a text.

‘Hey, i dont know if youre interested or not, but do you want me to put you in our group chat???’ 

 You hit send, and waited for a response. Not even a minute later your phone buzzed letting you know he had responded.

‘Sure. That way I can keep up with you guys. Thank you.’ 

Damn. That was fast. You go to the group chat settings, and add him to the first order. 

“I invited him. He accepted.”

“So it's official! The first order has gained its 6th member!” Phasma said while clapping her hands together. You and Elaine laughed at her, and you went back to your phone to let him know how happy he had just made them.

‘Ok, I added you. The girls are happy you accepted our invite, they liked you.”

Again. He replied almost immediately.

‘That's good, but I'm more curious as to how you feel about me.’

‘Why would you be more curious about that?’ 

‘Ben talks. Matt talks. Matt talks about you like you're a saint. Ben talks about you like you're a goddess. He wasn't lying when he said you were attractive. I find myself quite infatuated with you as well.’

‘Is that what that wink at the party was about?’

‘Yes. Mostly. It was also to piss Ben off. I always get what I want. Just keep that in mind.’

 Ok what the hell? Now you had to deal with 2 Solo boys up your ass? You wouldn't be lying if you said Kylo wasn't hot, but he is 23, what the hell is he doing flirting with a 17 year old. You do the only thing you can think of and screenshot the conversation. You exit the chat, and look for a name you haven't messaged in a while. Once you find it you send the screenshot, and lock your phone. It took a while for him to respond. But he did respond

‘When did this happen??’ 

‘Like an hour ago. It's creepy.’ 

‘He's probably just doing this to piss me off. Just promise you won't do anything. For me?’

‘Ben i don't want you either. just get him off my ass.’ 

‘You're a bad liar, Kenobi ;)’ 

 You smiled to yourself knowing he was right you did want him. You just couldn't have him. Maybe that would change.

tags: @wumboho @pylopenpolo @duty-isnt-always-honour

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Baby Love - Part 4

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

A/N - This chapter is just fluff lol, also the song that plays on the radio is Backstreet Boys - No Place. It came on while i was writing this chapter and it just fit. Hope you enjoy this part ❤️

I was sitting in the back yard with a cup of tea throwing the ball to Dodger, he was happily running laps around the yard with his ball before bringing it back to me to throw again. My phone vibrated on the table beside me drawing my attention, i smiled seeing a message from Chris.

Morning sweetheart, you awake yet? Xx

Morning 😘, yeah I'm awake. Im sitting out back playing with Dodger xx

Its a little early for you isn't it? Xx

I think i slept too much yesterday lol xx

Anything planned for today? Xx

Nope just gonna hang out with my main man, i might not even get dressed today lol xx

Please tell me your not out in my back yard naked??.... xx

Of course not! Im wearing your Boston shirt ;) xx

Just my shirt!? Xx

Wouldnt you like to know.....xx

I chuckled as i typed my reply, i was wearing his shirt but i also had on a pair of sleep shorts... he didnt need to know that though.

I would actually! Xx

"Come on Dodge lets feed you" i called to him getting up and heading inside.

I walked into the house and stopped suddenly as i saw Chris closing the front door and dropping his bags on the floor.

"Your home!" i beamed after the shock wore off that he was actually here....he wasn't due back for days yet!

"I had to see you" he was smiling just as much as me as he started to walk towards me "your wearing more than my shirt you little tease"

"I didn't know you'd catch me in my lie" i shrugged, just as Chris reached me he was bundled by a very excited Dodger. Within seconds Chris was on the floor with Dodger jumping all over him licking his face as Chris laughed happily.

"Guess i'll wait my turn" i laughed as i stood watching the two of them greet each other.... I may have recorded their reunion!

After a few minutes i left them to it and went into the kitchen to do Dodgers food, maybe then id get a chance to see Chris. I was humming along to a song on the radio swaying my hips a little as i fed Dodger, then put the kettle on and grabbed some mugs from the cupboard.

When i felt hands winding around my waist i jumped, i hadnt heard Chris come into the kitchen! His hands were soon resting over my tummy as he pressed a kiss to side of my neck.

"Hey" i heard him say quietly, his voice slightly muffled as he nuzzled his face against me, his hand stroking my stomach.

"Hey" i smiled leaning back against him, one of my hands reaching back and stroking the back of his hair as the other covered his hand on my stomach.

"I missed you so much"

"I missed you too"

"I think Dodger missed me more, i got kisses from him.... i mean he tackled me to the floor!"

"You want me to tackle you to the floor Evans?... huh?" I teased turning round in his arms seeing the huge grin on his face.

"I wouldnt say no...."

"I would, but i cant be tackling you im afraid.... ive got precious cargo on board" i shrugged my shoulder.

"Righttttt! Probably a good idea not to tackle me then.....doesnt mean you can't kiss me though" he wiggled his eyebrows pulling me closer to him.

"Fineeee if i have to! Your so demanding...." i started to tease him but was cut off by him crashing his lips to mine, one hand cupping my face lovingly, the other resting on my lower back pulling me closer to him. Being back in Chris's arms was the best feeling in the world, even before we took that step from friends to lovers i always loved being in his arms. I pulled back enough to get a good look at him and smiled lovingly up at him.

"What?"

"How do you look this pretty after you've been working as much as you have and then being stuck on a plane... its just not fair" i chuckled as we slowly swayed to the song on the radio "i mean i have literally just slept for about 12 hours and i look like crap"

"You look beautiful" he smiled down at me "even with your bed hair".

I playfully slapped his chest as we both started laughing, it was soon silent except for the radio as we just enjoyed being together.

"I've been all around the world, done all there is to do

But you'll always be the home I wanna come home to

You're a wild night with a hell of a view

There ain't no place, ain't no place like you

There ain't no place, ain't no place like you"

"I like this song" Chris smiled pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Yeah me too" i said pushing my hands under his tshirt and running them up his back "so um, as nice as this is.... you planning on taking me to bed anytime soon?"

"Really?....."

"Yes! From the second i saw you walk in that door I've wanted you!"

"Oh god me too!" He quickly scooped me up into his arms and rushed to his bedroom.

The rest of the day was spent in bed, we finally showered around 10pm when my stomach was growling so loudly that it kinda ruined the mood. Chris took Dodger out for his evening walk while i ordered Chinese, i was not cooking this late!

I was in the kitchen getting the boxes of chinese food out of the bag when Chris got back.

"Just in time" i smiled over my shoulder as he walked into the kitchen.

"Smells amazing"

"You think? i thought it smelt a little weird.... you dont think this smells funny?" I asked holding out some pork chow mein, he took the box and sniffed at them before shaking his head.

"Smells fine to me"

"Really?"

"Yeah" he nodded "maybe its a pregnancy thing?"

"Hmmm maybe..... god i still cant believe im pregnant. Like, im growing a human right now.... how weird is that!"

Chris laughed throwing his head back, right hand holding his chest, yes the famous Chris Evans left boob grab laugh! "Its not weird at all sweetheart, people have babies everyday"

"I know that, its just weird that im having a baby" i shook my head "still doesnt feel real i guess"

"Well it is" he said pulling me into his arms "we can make an appointment for the doctor in the morning if that will make you feel better?"

"Yeah okay"

Chris pressed a quick kiss to my lips then passed me one of the chinese food boxes "Come on, you need to eat"

"Oh god Chris please keep those away from me" i turned away from them seeing the pork chow mein and grabbed the spare ribs "mmm these smell amazing"

"You better share woman!"

"You've got that nasty chow mein leave my ribs alone Evans" i laughed as i walked through to the living room.

"Come onnnn" he whined behind me.

"But the baby wants ribs" i pouted at him as i sat on the sofa getting comfy.

"God, fine! You can have the ribs" he sighed sitting next to me.

"Im just kidding! Of course i'll share with you...."

"Awww really?"

"Yeah of course.....you can have one"

"One??"

I burst out laughing as he grabbed me with one arm pulling me into his lap.

"Hey careful! Im gonna drop this all over your floor!"

"Lets just forget dinner and go back to bed, i like that idea more"

"I need food first, I'm starving! But we can go back to bed after i promise"

"Fine"

"I ordered extra ribs for you by the way, i knew you'd want some" i pecked his lips quickly before climbing off his lap and finally getting started on the ribs that smelt like the most amazing thing in the world.

"Hey do you have any pickles??" I turned to Chris

"What??.....pickles? Why do you want pickles... your eating chinese food"

"I really want pickles"

"Definitely a pregnancy thing" Chris muttered under his breath as he got up and headed back to the kitchen.

"Thank you!" I called out to him as i chuckled to myself, he really was the best.

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