#i think i’m the kitty with the tucked in napkin

[pechebo]

they had a great time

[linos-luna]

can i have my very first request? 🥺 this is like a Jeongin fluff one (?) but i want an imagine where the reader randomly gets a kitten and Jeongin was like so happy that i bought us a pet 😭💕 but later on i get more attention to the cat and Jeongin was like getting sooo jealous and he turns more obsessed with me something like that haha. thanks!!

Sounds cute!

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Kitty Cat ☁️🔪

Jeongin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: jealousy, some yandere behavior?, mention of somnophilia, a little suggestive

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You were so happy to get a new pet. It was unexpected but you couldn’t help yourself when seeing the kitten.

Your boyfriend was surprised but if it made you happy, he was happy. Well… for a little bit.

You named the kitten Mr. Mittens. He was a tuxedo cat and it looked like he had mittens over his paws.

Mr. Mittens went all over the house with you. You’d let him sleep in the bed and carry him around.

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One night Jeongin came home from work. He was exhausted and just happy to see you.

However, you weren’t at the door waiting for him. Or on the couch watching movies until he came home. You always waited for him.

Your boyfriend walked to the bedroom only to see you tucked in and sleeping with the kitten. You looked so adorable.

Jeongin quickly changed and laid next to you. He wanted to kiss you but you rolled to your side facing away, the kitten snuggling into your stomach while purring.

“Noona…” he said in a loud whisper while poking your side.

“Mm…?” You were half asleep and only moved slightly, not even turning to look at him. “Oh you’re back…. That’s good.”

Jeongin pouted. He was hoping to come home to you showering him with love. He loves that. He loves your attention.

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In the morning, Jeongin woke up seeing that you weren’t there. Instead just the little cat in your spot.

“Good morning, baby.” You say cheerfully while entering the room.

“Hi noona—…”

You walked past him then picked up the cat and kissed it’s head.

“Hi. I made breakfast!” You said with a smile while patting your boyfriend’s head. 

Jeongin frowned. Where’s his kiss?

He followed you out and sat down seeing the pancakes on the table.

“They look good, noona.” He said while waiting for you.

“Thank you baby.” You smiled while sitting and putting the kitten on your lap.

Jeongin waited a moment before realizing that you started eating.

He didn’t mean to sound spoiled but when you made pancakes you normally would put the butter and syrup on for him and even get him a drink. But right now… nothing!

“Noona…? Are you doing anything important today?” He asked while cutting his pancakes.

“Hm… not really…” you replied while thinking about it. “I’m going to pick up some more cat food and groceries from the store but that’s it.”

“Can I come with you?”

“Yeah of course.” You said while handing him a napkin.

“Mr. Mittens isnt coming right?”

“Of course not, silly.” You laughed.

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As the both of you looked around the store, you found the cat food you were looking for and some toys.

“Which one do you think he’d like?” You asked while looking at the different brands. “There’s so many!”

“I don’t know…” he mumbled with a shrug while standing with the cart.

“I’ll try this I guess?” You said while putting it in the cart.

“What do you want for dinner, baby?” You asked while looking at the list on your phone.

“Why don’t you ask Mr. Mittens…” he grumbled.

“Hey.” You paused. “Are you okay?”

“You’re spending lots of time with the cat…” he frowned.

“Aw. Jeongin.” You teased. “Is my baby boy jealous of a kitten?”

Your boyfriend blushed, looking around to see if anyone was listening.

“You just love being taken care of, hm?” You said with a pout while petting his hair. “You’re just so cute.”

“Noona please…” Jeongin always loved your attention but was a little embarrassed since you were in public.

“While Mr. Mittens is still a baby, I have to take care of him.” You said with a sigh. “He’ll be self sufficient as an adult.”

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A few weeks pass and you’re still giving all the attention to the cat. Jeongin was getting to a breaking point.

Why aren’t you taking care of him?

Why aren’t you waiting for him after work?

You’re not even that sexually active anymore!

It was all too much for him and he started getting desperate for your attention.

One night, while in bed, Jeongin started kissing your cheek then to your lips. You were glad to kiss back and he soon moved on top of you.

As jeongin made out with you, lightly grinding against you, making you whimper a bit into the kiss.

Before he could do anything else, you hear a sudden crash in the kitchen then a small meow.

“Oh! What happened?!” You said, trying to sit up.

“He probably just knocked something over.” Jeongin said and he tried kissing you again.

“I hope he’s not hurt.” You said while getting up.

Jeongin sighed as you left the room and came back with the small cat.

“He’s okay.” You said happily while putting him on the bed. You got back under the sheets and the cat cuddled up next to you.

This pissed off Jeongin. He went to the restroom to calm down. He sighed while looking in the mirror.

Does noona not love me?? He thought to himself. It tore him up. No way he’s going to be replaced by a cat!

By the time he got back, you had fallen asleep. He moved the cat to the foot of the bed and snuggled up close, hugging you from behind.

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The next day you had plans for a girls night. It’s been awhile since you and your friends have gotten together.

Jeongin didn’t want you to go but he knew you planned this a while back and it wouldn’t be fair.

You left after telling your boyfriend to watch Mr.Mittens, but of course he wasn’t going to do that.

Jeongin thought you didn’t want to take care of him anymore. Maybe you don’t love him! He doesn’t want to obsess over these thoughts but he can’t help it.

He wants to know exactly what you were up to. No way you’d cheat on him but he just wanted to be sure.

While at the bar and grill restaurant he spied on you, acting as a customer in a table not too far from yours.

He watched as you took a round of shots and giggled with your friends. No boys, that’s good.

After eating, your little friend group moved inside to play some games. There was pool, darts, and karaoke. Your friends picked pool for now.

You weren’t into that game so you just watched.

Jeongin followed you inside, sitting at the bar, trying not to look suspicious.

“You know… something don’t feel right…” you said to you friend as you looked around the area.

“What do you mean?”

“Not sure… but it feels like someone’s watching me.”

“Really?” She teased.

“No I’m serious Karina!” You frowned. “All day.”

“You’re telling me that someone has been watching you from when we had dinner to now?” She laughed. “That’s bold.”

“Probably some guy.” Your other friend said, budding into the conversation while taking a drink. “Some desperate loner.”

“Hm. You’re probably right.” You said as you continued looking around, seeing if any man is acting shy or awkward.

“By the way, how’s it going with your boyfriend?” Karina asked curiously.

“It’s going fine.”

Jeongin could just barely hear the conversation but had a feeling it was about him.

“Do you ever think you do too much for him?”

“What do you mean?” You asked while drinking some water.

“I mean, you practically take care of him.” Karina shrugged. “He seems dependent on you.”

“Oh he’s not dependent on me.” You laugh. “I just like taking care of things. But he can do fine on his own.”

“Really?”

“Well yeah. That’s how I show love I guess.” You said while thinking about it. “And I love him a lot.”

Jeongin couldn’t hear but it seemed like they weren’t saying anything negative.

After some more drinking, your friends dropped you off at your place and luckily Jeongin was able to beat you there.

You were tipsy, not drunk but close to it. Jeongin let you in and you went straight to looking for the cat.

“Where’s my kitty cat?” You pouted while looking around. “I miss him.”

Jeongin frowned and led you to the bathroom.

“Jeongin? Where’s Mr. Mittens?” You said with a giggle as he cleaned off your make up with a wipe. “I miss himmmm.”

“He’s in the bedroom.” Your boyfriend replied impatiently as he led you out.

You instantly laid on the bed. Your legs dangling off the side as your head wasn’t even on the pillow yet. You were exhausted and was already drifting off to sleep.

“Noona.” Jeongin nudged you. “Noona! I want to cuddle! You promised!”

“Not now baby..,” you mumbled with your eyes still closed.

“Noona!” He was annoyed now. You go out and the first thing you ask about is the cat? What about him?? And you said you’d love him tonight! You’d cuddle and more. He’s needy and wants you now!

Jeongin moved the cat from the bed to the living room, then closing the door so he wouldn’t came back in.

Your boyfriend moved you up so that your head was on the pillows. He took off your necklace and unzipped your pants. He put on your pajama pants but now he had an idea.

He lifted your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra but actually one of those strapless sticky things to cover your nipples.

Jeongin gently took them off before putting another shirt on.

He had an idea. He was needy so…

His desperation was getting the better of him but it was justified right?

A few weeks ago there was a conversation the two of you had where he mentioned somnophilia and you didn’t seem completely against it. So what’s the harm?

Jeongin lowered his pants but paused.

He can’t do this.

Sure he’s needy but this wasn’t right.

It was difficult to control himself but he only laid next to you.

“J-Jeongin…?” You mumbled.

“Shhh… go back to sleep noona…” he responded while putting his hand over your eyes as if to cover and close them. “Shhh…”

“Jeon—…” your voice trailed off as you fell asleep again.

He leaned over to give you a kiss before you actually turned over and cuddled into him. You were deep in sleep and held onto him.

Jeongin heard a small meow at the door and smiled to himself.

“I won.”

[sweetiesshortstories]

Dance with a Wolf

She stood next to a tattooed barbie doll nursing a drink with a fruit garnish. Her dark lips protruded slightly as she chewed, and her body rippled as she swayed absentmindedly to the music. He assumed she was used to her friend garnering male attention, though she seemed happy to accept the cocktails on her friend’s behalf; dancing as a new colorful glass was set on the table before her and her friend continued giggling at the attention.

He could see why her friend was the focal point, large implants, smokey eye make-up, long legs, tastefully seductive tattoos beckoning your eyes along her form. In fact, on a normal evening, he may have been enticed by her, but not that evening.

He was craving something different, something that wouldn’t come quite as easily.  

And the woman wearing the skintight crimson dress with black thigh high boots would give him the chase he craved. He said nothing to his associates as he walked away, eyes fixated on the petite brunette with cheeks flushed in tipsiness.

She hardly paid him any mind, only sparing a glance before she placed a glass to her lips; he was tempted immediately.

“Allow me to buy you a drink, meant for you.” He watched her side eye him as she swallowed and set the glass on the table.

“I’m sure you can see I’m good on that front.” Her hand waved at the table before her, referencing the several glasses she had yet touched.

“Yes, true. But those were all guesses, assumptions, for someone else. I want to give you what you want.” The implication was heavy, exactly as he intended, and she didn’t miss it.

There was sparkle in her eyes as she gave him an up and down and her body angled slightly more towards him.

“You’re bold.” She said it with a scoff but there was a note of approval as her mouth tugged slightly, fighting a grin. “I don’t trust bold boys. You’re too much trouble.” She turned her head away, but her body was still facing him, he had her. He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and closed the gap between them. He leaned down closer to her, her scent filled his nostrils and invaded his clothes.

“Are you really that scared of telling me what you want?” He whispered into her ear. “There’s only one reason to come to wolf country, little kitty.” He watched the hairs on her neck rise and her skin goose from an invisible chill. She turned and stared at him, her eyes rapidly scanned his face. He smiled; a small chuckle rumbled from his chest.

“You’re –no! I don’t believe you.” She looked away and crossed her arms, brows furrowed.

“I can show you.” She slowly eyed him but set her jaw and shook her head. “I can tell you aren’t scared. I can tell exactly what you’re feeling right now.” He shot a look down at her figure.

“I’ve been drinking, I’d fuck a broomstick right now if it complimented me. Don’t flatter yourself.” She emptied the contents of her earlier glass and dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her fingertips.

“A broomstick? That’s about the length but the girth…” He winced. She couldn’t control her next reaction, the gasp she had attempted with a mouth full of alcohol backfired and sent liquid down her front. He laughed as she covered her mouth to cough but handed her a napkin to assist her. “I should’ve waited until you swallowed. Noted.”

She shot him a heated look with glassy eyes as she patted at her chest, but her eyes still glanced down to his groin before they flitted away. She cleared her throat as she faced him and straightened her dress.

“My name’s Lydia, what’s yours?” She wiped her under eyes delicately.

“Garrett.”

They stared at one another, neither speaking nor moving as the world continued around them. A mental transaction was taking place. Garrett almost wanted her to resist longer, he almost wanted to get himself hungrier for her. But he wasn’t disappointed with what she said next.

“Ok, Wolf Boy. Show me.”

“I think you'll see there’s nothing ‘boy’ about me.” He smirked as he stepped closer to her and towered over her. She was already small compared to him; he wondered how far wolf he could go with her. He stepped behind her placing her back flat against him and gripped the edges of the table at her sides. “How much privacy does the kitty-kitty need to play? Because I could you bend you over this table and no one would bat an eye.”

Lydia’s mouth dried and her heart fluttered into her throat. He was domineering at her back, a warmth from his body spreading over her from head to toe. She wondered what she was getting herself into, how much danger she was placing herself in with a wolf. She quivered at his breath on her skin as he spoke, it was seducing her mind and body to respond to him. He was irresistible.

“Take me somewhere I can scream.” It was a test, she spoke beneath her breath, barely a whisper, something only a wolf could hear in a crowded lounge on a Friday night. She didn’t have to wonder if he heard her, not for a single second.

“I have just the space.” His voice was husky, low for only her ears and he spoke it down her whole body. She had never felt so stimulated by a simple sentence, but he was able to make his words dance on her skin.

Lydia bid her friend farewell and Garrett led her to the back of the lounge where a heavy door receded into the brick accent wall. A dimly lit room reserved for VIP patrons was vacant and perfectly positioned to drown out any sounds she may make. With the door shut she pressed herself against the cool metal and stared wide eyed at the big bad wolf before her.  

“Show me.” Lydia nodded her chin towards him as she bit her lip.

“Before I do, you have to understand something.” He unbuttoned his sleeves and began neatly rolling them up his forearms. “You can withdraw consent from me, but not from a wolf. Actions can get murky when primal instincts are involved. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” His gaze was intense, almost hypnotic. Even if she had wanted to say no, at that moment she would have lacked the ability to. “Speak, Lydia. If you want to meet a wolf, you have to tell me you understand what will happen.”

“You won’t stop.” Her heart palpitated painfully against her chest as she spoke.

“No matter what.” His voice was firm, and he nodded for her to continue.

“You’re going to finish.” Her legs began a slight tremble that she was barely able to control.

“In you, or on you. Tell me Lydia, do you want to meet a wolf?”

“Yes!” She was breathless in anticipation, each reverberation from his voice echoed deep inside her.

He grinned, and it widened devilishly revealing sharpened teeth. She blinked and his eyes had become feral, his nails-claws, and misty fur prickled upright at the nape of his neck. His eyes reflected the light and his pupils suddenly shrunk to needle points.

“Oh, shit.” She breathed just before he descended on her.

He was larger, taller, a possibility she hadn’t at all considered when she agreed to his terms. She had never met a real wolf. Her gasp was audible as he leaned close to her neck, a rumble echoing from his chest that was reminiscent of purring. She felt a warm touch slide up to her ear, leaving an icy cold trail. His tongue had grown too.

“You’re so scared but so turned on, it excites me.”

His touch was rigid, and Lydia could hardly stifle her shock when he full handedly gripped her between the legs. But he was right, she was turned on and she couldn’t stop it. Every inch of her hidden under the dress had been reaching out for him and it was heightening with his closeness. She felt panic swelling in her abdomen as his finger tore her underwear to useless tatters, and she placed her hands on his chest.

“I-I know what you said, b-but I-I don’t think I can—” She tried to speak, her body was melting under his gaze, emptying her mind. His brows stitched together as he tilted his head and for a moment Lydia thought he was genuinely concerned for her. He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles.

“I know why you’re having second thoughts,” Garrett pulled her hand below his waist and thrust his length into her hand. “Not the cock of a boy, is it?” She pulled her hand away from his crotch and attempted to shove him away, but he didn’t budge. He laughed and gripped her waist, painfully tight and lifted her from the floor to pin her against the door.

“Fighting me only triggers my prey drive.” His fangs glinted in the dim light making her heart skip a beat. “So fight, if you want it to get more interesting.”

“I’ve never been with a wolf before, I can’t do this, Garrett!”

The sound of his name on her lips made him groan and pin her to the wall with his hips, grinding his swollen head against her pelvis. His lips scorched over her bosom until his hunger jolted, urging his tongue out of his mouth. He tasted her, the salty trepidation with a hint of feminine desire.

“Everyone says dogs hate cats, but I love them.” He nipped at the tip of her nose as he slid his hands under her dress and gripped her bare ass. “I could just eat them whole.” In one swift motion he lifted her on his shoulders and buried his face between her thighs.

She yelped like a scared fawn and crossed her ankles on his back for balance. The ceiling was close enough to offer support, and she gripped it with spread fingers desperately. He wasn’t doing anything she was used to. He wasn’t licking, kissing. No. He was fucking her with his mouth, devouring her with his lips, he was making her wetter and sucking her dry. She couldn’t keep up.

She didn’t know if she wanted to cry or moan, to fight him or lean into it. The sensations were powerful, coursing through her in waves of ecstasy that threatened to end in a freefall. When he moaned into her wet folds, sucking her swollen clit, the decision was made, and she arched against the wall to part her thighs wider and pull him further into her. Profanities rang from her throat as uncontrollable quakes flooded her body, electricity sparking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She was panting uncontrollably, barely able to hold a breath. There was no way she was so close, she told herself. He had only been at her a few moments; she couldn’t be coming right then.

But it came in an explosion that tightened her thighs around Garrett as a sensual cry echoed off the walls. Her body was pulsating with bliss when he lowered her to his waist and pulled her away from the wall. She was breathless and locked in his gaze as he flashed her a smile and set her on her feet.

“Turn around, kitty.” Her heart was throbbing as she turned on unstable legs towards a couch, her stomach almost touching the armrest. Before she could process his request, he shoved her down over the armrest and the sound of his belt clanked.

“Garrett!” She pushed herself up on her hands and looked back. “You can’t! Not like this. This will be way too much.” He was already at her entrance, his head pushed in slightly, testing her resistance.

“You came on my face; your muscles are relaxed. You just have to let them stay that way.” He kicked the heels of her boots and opened her stance wider. She gasped, her breathing fluttered as she felt him push his head fully into her and continue to go deeper. She withdrew but he held her by the small of her back and forced an arch over the armrest. There was little she could do except relax.

She reached behind her with one hand and gripped his wrist, begging for mercy, but he shushed her and sunk further. She felt him against her cervix and heard his groan of approval as his head thrusted against her wall. He was easy the first few strokes, but his desire grew.

He held her in place, forcing her to arch as deep as she could while he sunk deeper, over and over. She could hardly breathe over the depth; she could practically feel him in her lungs. Breathy cries and moans sounded from her as she clawed at the leather cushions as he went faster. Garretts moans became guttural, deeper, they rumbled from his chest as he rode her. Her skin rippled with his thrusts and the visual of her stretched to accommodate him was enough to make him blow his load over her ass then, but he wanted to hear her cry first. He wanted to feel her come while he was inside of her.

He wrapped an arm under her torso and snaked his fingers around her slim neck. Garrett gripped her firmly and pulled her against his chest while he continued thrusting into her.

“I know you have another one in there for me.”

And she did. It was a full body experience that left her crying out in tremors as her vision blurred and faded. She contracted around his girth and felt her body go limp with an exhausted euphoria as he continued to hold her close. She felt him tighten inside of her before a feral growl rumbled from his chest, and he wrapped her in his arms before they dropped to the couch. He never pulled out of her, he stayed nestled deep inside of her and after a few breaths he flicked his tongue against her earlobe.

“Have you ever rode reverse?”

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Feeling like a family

Summary: Y/n visits Harry during his lunch break, letting him in on the relationship both her and Milo have with Xavier. Then they go to the zoo and have a little family day :) 

warning/ disclaimers: swearing, family issues. 

Things have been going amazing with Harry and Y/n. Ever since their date a couple weeks ago they have been seeing each other more and more. Harry has been coming into her bookshop while she’s working when he can. Just to surprise her and make her day a little better, sometimes he brings her lunch on the weekends and she visits him when he is spending hours after school hours grading art work and setting projects up for his students. 

It’s been new and exciting, and extremely fun. Not to mention the kissing has definitely been a plus. They went to have coffee with each other a couple days after their date, spending a good portion of the morning together. They have basically been inseparable since, Harry even invited Y/n and Milo over for dinner so they could all get to know each other better. Loralie was just excited to have guests that weren't family, and also to see a friend from school outside of school. She had a great time with Milo, they played together while Harry and Y/n cleaned up dinner together and snuck kisses in the kitchen. 

It's another Wednesday. Harry had Loralie and Milo's class now and he is letting them finger paint. It’s mainly been a calm class, he didn’t have to deal with much usually and if a kid did have a melt down the teacher and/or teachers assistant would deal with it instead of making Harry deal with it. “Looks great, Lora,” Harry says, kissing the top of Loralies head before scooting past her and walking over to his messy desk. He has papers, projects, markers, paints, all over his desk, even with all the time he spends after school he feels like he may never get it organized. 

“My mummy likes your daddy.” He hears, looking up to see Milo and Loralie talking. His cheeks turn crimson when he hears it, did they really give it away that easy? Their children now caught onto the fact that the two were dating? That was just embarrassing. “My daddy likes your mummy.” But that was more embarrassing. 

Harry ignores it (and the burning in his cheeks) and just hopes that the teacher will hush the class. He busies himself with cleaning his desk, trying to shove the papers into the drawers and file folders that they belong to but his mind is still distracted. He’s gonna have to tell Y/n that their kids know. The bell rings and he looks up from his desk. “Okay, you can leave your paintings where they are. I'll put them on the drying rack and you’ll get them tomorrow!” Harry sings, moving over to Loralie to kiss her cheeks and say a goodbye until he sees her at lunch time. “Bye daddy” she says, waving to him after kissing his cheek and joining her class. 

Harry laughs, letting out a sigh and putting the messy finger paintings on one of his many drying racks. It’s his lunch time now. He has to supervise lunch so he gets his break before everyone else. 

He wanders around his class room, doing random things and cleaning up his messes that he’s made from the two days of the week before him. He didn’t have plans for lunch, he would probably just have an extra big dinner. He’s happy to find Y/n cured his rumbling tummy when he sees her walking through his classroom. He smiles, chuckling at her big dramatic smile that was obvious teasing. “Hi, darling.” He says, leaning over his desk to press a kiss to her lips. 

She sits on the art table in front of his desk, setting two to-go boxes down. “Hi,” she says back, handing him one of the to-go boxes. “No sitting on the tables.” Harry teases while he reaches out to take the white Styrofoam box in his hands, quickly thanking her. “Suck it up.” She shrugs, her feet setting in the chair that was once tucked under the art table. “I just got you a sub and fries.” She says, plucking a chip from her box and taking a bite out of it. 

“Why Are you here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, of course.” He smiles, reaching over and giving her hand a squeeze. She shrugs, tapping her shoes down on the chair while she pulls her food into her lap. “I forgot to put Milo's' lunch box in his backpack so I had to drop it off.” She says, making Harry smile. So he thought she would have lunch with him? She’s adorable. “So how’s your week been, babe?” Harry sings, sitting back in his big office hair and relaxing into it while he eats. 

“Fine. Milo's dad visited.” What?! Since when did he come around? And since when was he “Milo's dad” and not “Xavier”? Harry knits his brows, gulping down his food before he responds, a little nervous. Harry and Milo are best buds, they have grown closer and he’s tried to pay him more attention when he sees him in class as well, he doesn’t want their friendship to be ruined now, even though what he is thinking is selfish. Milo deserves a good daddy. 

“Since when does he come around?” He asks, Y/n rolling her eyes at his tone. “He’s a photographer so he’s always traveling the world. I mean he pays child support, he’s not a shit dad. I just have my own issues with him.” She says, her tone heavy with annoyance. Harry was under the impression that he was a horrible dad and didn’t even try to care for Milo, but now he hears he pays child support and visits? 

“I just thought he didn’t care.” 

“Well… he’s trying. Like I said he’s traveling the world so he can’t always see him but he pays child support and he’s trying to come around more. He did come over and take some cute photos of Milo though.” Y/n smiles, remembering how her baby posed so well for the camera. He was shy at first but then they found a stray kitty out on a walk and he was more than willing to pose with it. 

Harry nods, taking a bite out of his sub. He finishes his bite and wipes his mouth with the brown paper napkins, “Is he gonna take Milo for the night or something like that?” Harry questions. Y/n is happy that Xavier is trying to see him more but she doesn’t think she would be able to be away for a night, especially when he doesn’t see Milo that much anyways. “I don’t think I would be comfortable enough to let Milo stay with him, for now at least. But he’s flying off and leaving Friday so I don’t have to worry.” Y/n confesses, taking a bite of her sub while she waits for Harry’s response. 

“Yeah, I understand that.” 

They eat together before Y/n deems it time for her to go. Giving him a hug and a kiss goodbye before she heads out and opens the book shop back up, letting Harry finish out his day. 

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Harry and Y/n had made plans to take their little ones to the zoo. Y/n told Harry that Milo had been going on and on about lions so it was the perfect time for them to go. Harry has packed up Loralies stroller, putting snacks, his wallet, and her diaper bag in the bottom carrier. Luckily (but also unluckily) Milo is at the age where he does not want to be in a stroller, every time Y/n tries to put him in it while they are out he complains and tries to get out of it the whole time. 

Harry had picked them up, driving about an hour to the zoo. Milo and Loralie babbled to each other the whole ride which made their parents happy- meanwhile they were just humming to the radio and making small talk the whole ride. 

“Are you ready to see the lions?” Y/n coos to Milo, pulling him out of his car seat and setting him on the ground, holding his hand so he doesn’t run off in the car park. Harry pulls Loralie out, pulling out her stroller from the back, preparing to put her in it. “No! I walk today.” Loralie says with a bit of aggression in her voice. Harry hands with his hand up defensively, “okay, but you're gonna want it after walking in the heat for hours.” Harry takes her stroller despite her not wanting to be in it, she takes Harry's hand instead, walking next to Milo. 

Their first stop is the stingrays, getting the food from the people who work there then getting down in front of the large pond to pet their slimy skin. Milo and Loralie giggle the whole time, pulling their hands away as soon as they feel like slimy stingray and making dramatic gross faces that make their parents laugh. The kids definitely had fun feeding them and petting them but Harry and Y/n instantly shipped them off to the bathroom so they could wash their hands. 

Next is the walk through aquarium, “come on, it's this way.” Y/n says, cooing down at Milo and fast walking toward the cave shaped aquarium. When they walk inside it's lit up blue. They look all around them and they see lots of fish, big whales, all different things. “Woah!” Loralie exclaims, making Harry laugh, kissing her cheeks. All of a sudden Milo breaks out in loud giggles, pulling at the length of her mom jeans. “Mama, Look!” Milo giggles, pointing to a fish sticking to the aquarium glass, looking like it's making a silly face at everyone. Y/n laughs, squatting down and wrapping her arm around Milo, resting a hand on his belly. “Let's go see them” Y/n says, pulling him up on her hip and kissing over his cheeks. She takes him over to the silly fish while Harry lets Loralie look around, staring above her at the large fish swimming by until she stumbles back. Harry catches her, standing her back up and taking her over where Milo and Y/n are, showing her the fish that Milo was trying to touch through the glass. 

“He's so cute.” Harry compliments, laughing at how Milo's is so obsessed with the silly looking fish. Y/n turns to look at Harry, thanking him cockily- taking all the credits for his adorableness. Harry bumps his nose with hers in a butterfly kiss while their kids are looking straight ahead. He gives her a peck while the kids are still distracted then he turns back to the fish. “Okay, it's time to go look at the animals!” Harry cheer, pulling Loralie off of the ledge she was standing on. 

They walk through the entrance of all the animals, seeing some monkeys. Loralie and Milo start to imitate the monkeys, giggling at each other and the animals. They move onto koalas, waving at the cuddly animals before they get to see the lions- this is what Milo has been waiting for. “ROAR!” Milo yells, trying to climb on the wooden fence between the people and lions. Y/n giggles at him, pulling him off the fence and on her hip. “You’re a baby lion, aren’t you?” Y/n coos, kissing his forehead. Milo nods before she pulls him in her hands, extending him out. “Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba!” She sings, making the boy giggle, roaring again before she pulls him back in, kissing all over his face, making him squeal and push away. 

Meanwhile Loralie wants to pet the real baby lions. She’s got a frustrated face on since Harry didn’t let her climb over the fencing and pet the furry lions. Harry can’t help but laugh at her. They walk a bit more, walking for a while until they go to their next exhibit. 

It’s all calm until Milo starts screaming. He sees a bird wandering free, it was a large blue bird with huge feathers framing its head. Y/n knew that the peacock was harmless, they wouldn't let it wander free if it was, but Milo was gonna be scared of it regardless. “No, no!” He yells, backing away from the bird, trying to scold it for just walking around. Y/n laughs while Milo grips onto her leg, wagging his finger at the bird and yelling at it for scaring him. “It’s not gonna get you, bubba.” She laughs, pulling him into her hip while they get to the penguin house. 

They walk into the cold penguin house, their noses instantly crinkling from the smell. “Brrr” Loralie says, running her arms up and does while her teeth chatter. Harry laughs, tossing her little jacket over her shoulder to warm her up. “Look at the baby penguin.” Harry coos to Loralie, holding her up to the glass so she can wave at the little puffins. “Tiny!” She squeals, waving at the baby penguins. 

“Yeah,” Harry laughs at her. “They are tiny, Lora.” He agrees with her, giving the back of her head a kiss before settling her back down on the ground, letting her wander off a few feet away to look around at the penguins a bit more before they leave and look at the polar bears. 

After the polar bears, they head to the gift shop, Loralie gets a purple bucket hat with a blue monkey on it and a stuffed penguin she named “tiny”. Milo got a shirt of the name of the zoo and a matching stuffed penguin that he couldn’t choose a name for just yet. 

They head back to the car, Loralie’s legs are tired on the walk but she refuses to go in her stroller, instead Harry holds her while they take the long walk back, one arm holding Loralie up to his hip and the other latched with Y/n’s hand while her other hand holds Milo's. Once they get to the car Loralie and Milo get buckled up in their car seats, sure to fall asleep soon. 

Harry and Y/n get into the front seats, their hands instantly finding the others. “I had a nice day with you.” Harry smiles, his face only inches from hers. Y/n blushes, giving his hand a squeeze. “Yeah, I had a lot of fun.” She says, focusing on Harry’s thumb rubbing at the back of her hand. They hear little whispers and giggles, turning their heads back to their little ones. “Kiss, kiss, kiss!” They whisper- chant. Their parents' cheeks instantly burn, looking back to each other with big cheesy smiles on their faces. 

“Well?” Harry shrugs, leaning in and pressing his lips to her. She giggles on his lips, both of the kids in the back yelling. “Ew!” Loralie says. “Gross!” Milo agrees. 

The parents laugh, pressing one last peck to each other's lips before Harry starts up the car. They had a good day together. Harry got closer to Milo and Y/n got closer to Loralie. It kinda feels like they are becoming a little family.

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[hyunverse]

SURPRISE DATE 01, A MCDONALDS DATE WITH GOJO SATORU.

requested by; @mariyagami

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request; “surprise date with jjk's gojo. she/her pronouns. troll power couple dynamic. ♥ I hope I am submitting the request right, sorry if I am not. I am looking forward to seeing you fill everyone's prompt's regardless cause your writing is delightful. thanks for the event and grats on 800! :D”

AT FIRST GLANCE, people would think you were dressed up to go to a fancy ball. gojo was wearing a suit, a napkin neatly tucked in his front pocket. the sorcerer’s shoes were polished, you could probably see your reflection on his leather shoes. as usual, a pair of designer shades sat at the bridge of his nose, covering his ocean-like eyes. you on the other hand wore your best clothes, with pieces of jewelry adorning your beautiful skin. 

the cool air from the fast food restaurant hit your skin, making you shiver. mcdonalds was packed that day; but then again, when is it not? fast food’s the easiest choice when you’ve got no idea on what to eat, hence why it was jammed like a pack of sardines. thankfully gojo was tall, so looking for a seat would be easier. he scanned the restaurant but to no avail, all seats were occupied.

“that’s too bad”, you sighed, leaning your head on gojo’s arm. you could feel his body rise and fell when he took a deep breath. 

“maybe we should just go to an actual restaurant”, gojo suggested. he looked down at you, leaning down to press a quick kiss on your head, “you know, since we’re already dressed like it. i’ll search up a restaurant right now, sweets”.

you frowned and shook your head. gojo could see you giving him puppy eyes through his shades. at that moment he regretted using that tactic on you so much, he didn’t know it would backfire on him. 

you ran your finger up and down his arm, the puppy eyes still in sight, “that would defeat the whole purpose! dressing up fancy to go eat fast food is in our bucket list, isn’t it?”.

the darned bucket list. all of it started one time when the two of you got drunk and made a ridiculous bucket list. cycling in the rain, airdropping cursed memes to random people in the train, going to a fast food restaurant while dressed fancy; all of them were in your two pages long bucket list. at first it was just drunken rambles, but gojo thought why not actually do it? it would be fun, he said. 

a loud roar of motorcycles shocked everybody in the 24/7 restaurant. gojo looked out to see a group of bikers zooming through the city. his eyes then landed on a curb beside an empty parking spot. 

loud was the atmosphere outside mcdonalds. sitting on the curb, legs stretching towards the parking spot, you were satisfied. one more activity that could be ticked off. beside you satoru happily ate his happy meal. the hello kitty toy he got from the happy meal sat in the pocket of his tuxedo. satoru looked content munching on his nuggets.

quietly, a hand slithered to your bag of fries. you rolled your eyes when you caught your boyfriend steal a handful of french fries from your bag. typical gojo. ordering a happy meal, stealing fries; all of them were typical gojo satoru behavior.

together the two of you made a happy-go-lucky pair, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[master-sass-blast]

Gifted.

*tosses escapism fic into the void* yeet.

Summary: You and Piotr go Christmas shopping and enjoy the holiday season. 

That's it. That's all that's happening. You're welcome.

Pairing(s): Piotr Rasputin x Reader and mentioned Illyana Rasputin x Kitty Pryde.

Rating: G.

Word Count: 2k precisely.

Set after “It’s Truly Magical.”

A/N: On the off-chance someone asks or is worried, yes, there are no mentions of masks or social distancing in this fic. That's because, in this fic, there is no COVID (ergo, no need for masks and such). I'm just not dealing with it in my fanfic as well. I won't. You can't make me.

Wear your fucking masks irl pls and thank u.

Taglist:  @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @super-darkcloudstudent, @dandyqueen, @leo-writer

“What a bright time, it's the right time/ To rock the night away/ Jingle bell time is a swell time/ To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh…”

You inhale deeply, then smile. The smells of fresh pretzels and pine –the latter is likely a fake scent that the stores use, but it’s still good—tantalize your nose. You tuck your hat and gloves in your purse, then look over at your husband. “Where all are we going?”

“Ah…” Piotr scans his list –which has notes on which stores to check and what order the stores are laid out in the mall, so as to streamline things. “Kitty said she did not want gifts because she does not celebrate Christmas, so we are just shopping for… my family and Russell. You said you already bought gifts for your dad and Wade?”

“Yup,” you say with a grin. Nate’s easy to shop for –ammo, clothes, and the odd book or two are usually all he want—and for Wade you just find the weirdest stuff listed on Amazon. “And I already sent my uncle a gift from us, so we don’t have to worry about him.”

Piotr nods, ‘hmm-ing’ as he makes a note on his list. “Okay.” He mumbles in Russian under his breath, then says, “Mama had no list this year; I think we start with her first since figuring out gift will take longer.”

“That’s fine. Where should we start?”

“I think bookstore is best bet. From there, we can stop by Hot Topic and candle shop for snezhinka, then Game Stop for Mikhail.”

“Sounds good.” You link your arm through his and smile up at him. “Lead the way, babe.”

 ***

 You glance between the piles of books on the table, then at your husband, who looks like he’s about to pull his hair out. “Do you think that, just maybe, you’re overthinking this? Just a little?”

“This is important,” Piotr insists as he skims through books from various areas of Barnes and Noble –cooking, history, fiction; he’d grabbed at least one book from nearly every section. “She has specific tastes. Cannot be just any old book.”

You purse your lips together. You don’t doubt that Alexandra has particular tastes in reading material –as a woman from her walk in life is bound to have—but you’re also certain that she wouldn’t want her son driving himself insane just to pick a present for her. You sit down next to Piotr and gently put your hand on his arm. “Sweetheart. She’s going to like whatever you get her.”

“Not necessarily. I have seen her toss many books aside with scoff and never pick them up again.”

“Okay, why?”

He shrugs. “Realism. She thinks some authors are ‘too indulgent’ or ‘too unrealistic.’”

“Alright, so maybe we leave out the crime and romance stuff,” you suggest, setting the few books he’d grabbed from those areas aside. “What does she like to do?”

Piotr goes quiet. His expression grows ashen as he contemplates the question. “I… don’t know.”

“Does she like to cook? Or draw? Or watch certain types of shows or movies?”

“I don’t know,” he repeats, more insistent. “She…” He sighs. “She never sits still. I don’t think any shows or movies interest her. When I was child, she always worked. On farm, taking care of animals, helping workers, making food, balancing accounts, translating letters and schoolwork… I never saw her rest. Do something for herself.”

You let out a soft snort. “Maybe a book on meditation.”

Piotr rolls his eyes, grinning. “Perhaps not.”

“Who does she like to be around, then?”

“Otets.” Piotr smiles when the answer comes easily. “She and my father” –he holds up two crossed fingers—“are like this. Aside from siblings and me, I think he is only person she is really close to.”

“Alright, maybe a cookbook, then. That’d give them something to do together.”

Piotr nods, then starts looking through the cookbooks he’d picked. “Question is, which one?”

“Well, we know she likes to stay busy and keep moving. Maybe something that’d challenge their skills? Something they haven’t tried?” You hold up a book boasting ‘rich and authentic Middle Eastern recipes.’ “This could be good. I think they’d have access to most of the ingredients, here in New York.”

He nods again, then sets the aforementioned book aside before checking over the other ones. “I think…” He lifts a hardcover thriller novel off the table. “She likes mysteries. This one has good reviews… maybe…”

You gently take the book from his hands and set it atop the Middle Eastern cookbook. “I think it’s a great choice.”

He smiles, then kisses your cheek. “Spasibo, myshka.”

 ***

 “Bozhe moi.”

You giggle as the two of you step over the threshold of the Yankee Candle store, only for Piotr to recoil and take a step back. “You good there, baby?”

He presses his fingers against the sides of his nose. “Is like… assault of smells.”

“I know.” You inhale deeply, them flash him an impish smile. “Isn’t it great?” 

Piotr groans, still rubbing his sinuses. “Do you mind—”

“I’ll find a candle for Illyana. Wanna meet up in Gamestop?”

“Spasibo, dorogoy.”

You blow him a kiss, then head into the candle store. You take a couple minutes to peruse the holiday display at the front of the store –and grab a couple votives for you and Piotr to enjoy—before heading towards the back of the store, where all the shelves of their regular candles are. You pause to smell your favorites –seriously, the McIntosh apple one never fails to make your mouth water—before taking a step back to survey your options. Alright, what to get for a mildly angsty, queer Russian goth?

It’s not as straightforward as it sounds (har har). Illyana’s an enigma, much like her mother. She’s quiet, keeps to herself, and doesn’t usually bother with convention.

Do I go for aesthetic? You pick up a pitch black candle labeled “Midnight Forest” and give it a cursory sniff. Ugh, smells like ass. No, thank you.

You also have to consider that whatever you get is likely going to be smelled by Kitty, too. As much as Illyana marches to the beat of her own drum, she’s surprisingly conscientious of her bubbly, energetic girlfriend.

Maybe something natural? Like the farm? You try a few options, wrinkling your nose after each sniff. God, what is it with the fresh scents and smelling heinous? You debate texting Piotr and dragging him back in here, if only so you’re certain you’ll get something Illyana would like—

And then it hits you over the head like a brick.

She’s gonna use these for meditation. You head down the rows of shelves, grab a jar labeled “Vanilla,” and give it a smell. Perfect. Not too strong, not too bland. You grab a lavender scented tumbler (for relaxation), then snag a pink one that smells like the perfume Kitty favors on a hunch it’ll be a hit.

By the time you pay for yours and Illyana’s candles, Piotr’s already waiting outside the Gamestop for you, bag in hand.

He eyes your bulging bags, eyebrow raising in trepidation. “Why…”

“Look, it’s your fault for abandoning me,” you say before he can point out your lack of self-control. “You know I’m weak for candles.”

Piotr snorts, then sighs. “Fair enough.” He nods and makes approving noises when you show him the picks you made for Illyana, then shows you what he grabbed for Mikhail.

“‘Mister Mosquito?’” You nearly double over laughing. “What even is this?”

“He wanted ‘weird video game,’” Piotr says, shrugging one shoulder. “I figure this should do.”

“He’s gonna love it,” you reassure your husband. “That’s weird as shit.” You start strolling along the main hall of the mall –and then your stomach rumbles. “Can we get pretzels?”

“Da, myshka,” Piotr chuckles, “we can get pretzels.”

 ***

 “There'll be parties for hosting/ marshmallows for toasting/ and caroling out in the snow/ there'll be scary ghost stories/ and tales of the glories of/ Christmases long, long ago…”

“It’s the most! Wonderful time! Of the year!” you sing along as you rip another chunk off your pretzel. You smile to yourself as you admire the glittering, twinkling decorations decking the food court. “How’s your pretzel?”

“Very tasty.” Piotr dips a bite of his pretzel in some mustard, pops it in his mouth, then swallows before wiping his fingers on a napkin. “I think we only have handful of stops left.”

“Couple of sweaters for your dad… weird socks and-or scarves for Mikhail…” You lean over, reading off the list in his hand (which is written in a mixture of Russian and English). You take another bite of pretzel, then tap on a portion of blended “Russi-nglish” that you can’t decipher. “What’s that?” you ask once your mouth is clear.

“Random gift options,” he translates. “For filling out presents, stockings, that sort of thing.” He touches the tip of his index finger to the page, moving down the list in order. “Chocolate, books, gift cards. Guaranteed hits, essentially.”

“Ooh, I could go for some chocolate.”

Piotr snorts. “You just had pretzel. And this is for others, myshka.”

“If it’s in the car with me, I make no promises.”

He laughs, then makes an extra note on his list. “Safety chocolate… for myshka. Got it.”

 ***

 “Here, dorogoy.”

“Oh, thank you!” You smile as Piotr takes some of the excess bags from your hands, shifting them so he can carry them (which, with his strength and the size of his hands, is no problem at all). You amble along next to him, admiring the various pop-up stands boasting games, calendars, and Christmas-themed treats. “Is there anywhere else we need to stop?”

“I believe we have everything.”

“And I’m guessing we need to head home so we can make dinner?”

“That would be best, da.” Piotr looks down at you, expression curious. “Why? There is somewhere you wish to stop?”

“Eh, not really,” you say with a shrug. “I just like coming to the mall during this time of year. The decorations, the music, the extra stands and seasonal gifts… It just makes me happy.”

“Aah, khorosho. I understand. We can come back later for date, if you like. Take time to walk around and admire stores.”

You grin up at him. “I’d like that.”

The two of you make to head out of the mall, back to the parking lot—

And then Piotr veers towards the right.

“Where are we going?” you ask, giggling as he leads you towards the bookstore. “I thought we already got everything we needed from here?”

He winks at you. “Trip is not complete yet. Not with hot chocolate, anyway.”

You grin and let him guide you over to the café in the bookstore.

Piotr gets you situated at a table near the expanse of windows at the front of the shop. He leaves your bags with you, then leads up at the counter to order your drinks.

You smile, lovestruck as you gaze over at him. How did I get so lucky? You lean back in your seat, taking a moment to admire the snow falling outside before checking out the decorations throughout the store…

Which is when you realize that there’s mistletoe hanging over your table.

You chuckle to yourself. Perfect.

“You are in good mood,” Piotr comments as he returns with two cups of hot chocolate.

“Of course, I am,” you admit with a broad grin. “I’ve got you. And tradition’s on our side.”

Piotr’s smile turns quizzical. He cocks his head to the side, staring at you for a moment, then looks up when you point towards the ceiling. “Ah,” he chuckles, “yes. That is good reason to be happy.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” You hook your finger under the collar of his shirt and gently tug him towards you. “Come here, handsome.”

He lets out a soft, happy giggle and bends down to kiss you.

[blankdblank]

Brother Dearest Pt 66

With a huff Victor dropped the paper he was reading onto the table, “They’re saying you simply helped apply pressure and gave reassuring words to Mark until the Ambulance arrived. That’s the Daily News, the Times is now delving into your entire medical degree and has some trash on how their dig into your Military history is redacted so there’s no telling who you are or what is the truth for how you even ‘possibly’ got the requirements to be a Nurse let alone Medic. Even with mentioning quotes Stark apparently gave to them. Which, admittedly is an improvement on their prior stories. I do think you got to them with your comment. Still, ‘Baroness Bamboozler’ across the front page, they’re getting flack for that.”

Eddie smiled saying, “Bugle loved the scoop on the injury and we got a full two pages from the Paramedics and Doctors with Mark’s family’s permission. Even if they keep twisting what happens there’s variety now.” He said with a lift of the final paper he had brought in, “Plus the Sun has a full picture of you and the full belly with a few doctor assumptions that you’re having twins and they have a few polls and possible betting pool on gender and letters for names you might choose. Still haven’t apologized yet.”

“The Sun wasn’t that rough on me before this. Did have that one paper on asking Med Students what they would do with those results and said it was most common to have just run the test again since any sample taken from me couldn’t possibly have enough metal to kill a frog. And they did hint that I’m not dead so there was a chance the other papers were wrong.”

“Eternal optimist,” he fired back playfully you smirked back at. “You know I love you, Pipsqueak for that, you deserve better and you know it.”

“I love you too, Kitty. They’ll get tired of me eventually.”

James chuckled in the back of his throat as he chewed his mouthful of food that made you glance his way and shake your head, Dawn smiled saying, “Doubtful. Even through this in the Sun and the Times they had to admit the fact that you are close to being a millionaire thanks to your comics and book. One heck of an achievement for the town you came from to brag on one of their own.”

“I can’t even imagine hitting a million, 500k was shocking enough. I don’t know how you two did for so long.”

James chuckled saying, “We buried a good chunk of it and tried to forget it.”

Victor said, “Let’s just hope that the confusion on headlines makes the public snap the papers out of their nonsense.”

Over the top of the napkin laid over top of your belly your hand shifted in the fold that occurred when you shifted in your seat to fix the napkin to protect the mint colored blouse with three black buttons down the front and three quarter sleeves tucked into your forest green overall shorts secured by metal buttons topped with smoothed crystals that shifted colors in varied types of light. “Things will be fine.” You said and he had to chuckle as you said, “Or there will be a series of opportune fires in New York,” loading up your fork to continue eating your breakfast.

.

Where crowds and confusion had given chance to have missed your belly the helpful hand from James and clear lack of a jacket to your feet from the telling maroon car that had a crowd of cameramen there to capture your parting kiss and stroll inside. Beyond the stunned to silence crowd with full view of your figure as your arm with your bag handles rested in the bend of your arm also kept the cardigan draped across the top of it from falling so you could add it when and if you got chilly in class. Open and honest with your condition through the Barnard Campus English wing you strolled through the smiling crowds who took in your pleasant mood against the business with the papers. Stories and when you’d passed in another assignment on the way to your usual seat the English class was easy to delve into with the next tale to be dissected for impact details of the author had hidden inside of it.

Trig came next after crossing paths with the cameras again between the Barnard and Columbia campuses. Notes were taken and you could almost see the new stories being dredged up from the smoking cogs in their brains that shifted in your silence. “Congratulations, saving a life, spy and pregnant all at once,” your Professor said making you giggle in your entrance to his classroom.

“Well I do have to practice multi tasking,” you joked on the way to your usual seat.

“Yes you do. How is your back holding up?”

“Good so far until I lie down then it’s a wrestling match of wills.”

That had him chuckle and say, “The spare chair is open should you need it.”

You nodded and said, “Maybe when I grow a few more inches and can’t squeeze in the desk anymore.” You said and went to your desk to sit down and lure more than a few glances by those on their way to their own seat with the view of your bare legs from the mid thigh down on display on this humid day. While the upper two thirds of your body had puffed up at its own necessity and whims your legs at least, disregarding the sometimes swollen ankles and feet, showed hints of reminders of the pre-pregnancy body you hoped to get back no matter how hard you had to push to do so. Demonstrations at the board for a recap were given. Including one by you in means of a spare handheld chalk tablet the Professor smirked in handing over and carrying to the board to copy your work and explain how you had gotten the equations right step by step as he usually did for the hardest ones he assigned you for checks that you were still ahead of the others in your studies. An exam however filled the last chunk of the class which gave you a chance after having turned the exam in at his desk to bring out the example screenplay that you began to use to draft out the detailed map of your story stretched out to a nearly two hour film.

Calculus when the final exam was handed in called and after another exam you were back to the same task that spread a grin on the Professor’s face in an assumed ploy to keep getting ahead to complete this semester early. Chemistry was a welcome change to have an actual lesson that you could sit in on, before yet another exam, albeit smaller, but an exam none the less.

Psychology bled into Literature somehow and before you knew it while your mind rambled on in tries to perfect how a complicated scene was to be played out in a longer sense than it was already written off to the meeting of the paper you went. With more doodles in hand to hand over for the next requested comic that the Editor asked you to make to swap out one that the usual comic artist had to miss making for a family event that took her out of town. Soon to be joined with another set that you had tucked in your things in case she missed another week and for the weeks when you would be gone to not leave them in a lurch for an artist for the paper each of them subtly urged you to rejoin next semester as well should you choose to return to Barnard.

.

“You know, I wonder how we are related sometimes,” you heard in the midst of a verbal battle between the twins inside of Professor Randolph’s classroom that you entered to find your former Professor who looked up when you came into view.

Across his face a relieved grin at the living life raft he was being thrown to distract the duo from their argument. “Bunny,” the name turned their heads and had the brothers smile and drop the argument. “How are you feeling?”

“Good, your day good?”

Jeff and Beau both nodded their heads to the other and said, “Oh we’re fine.”

And Elliot let out a puff of air, “Just finished reading through another of the stories available in print.”

You nodded and asked the brothers, “You two warring over me?”

“No,” they both said and Beau said, “Old argument over the siege of Troy. Spurred by a stray thought on the Times’ comment on Nursing history through various wars in the past.”

“I thought women who practiced medicine were thought to be witches back then, or close to it.”

“Oh they were,” Jeff said, “Which sort of negates their point that women haven’t been very successful in medicine when most men learned of medicines by witch doctors who knew the lands and effects of plants better than men in the city.” He shook his head, “It’s complicated, we should walk you out.”

A buzz that seemed to grow through the campus and lot outside had you turn your head with brows furrowed only to step inside the door that shut behind you as Elliot moved to his radio he called from his office. While he turned his radio on you accepted the chair Beau rolled over to settle into while in the lot James parked and looked around at the bodies rushing to the cars with passengers in it to hear the broadcast he turned on to end his silent reflection time for how to make your evening better when he got you home.

‘Again we repeat this is a recorded statement from the President of the United States at his public appearance at the opening of a new Veteran’s Hospital in Virginia today. “Today I had hoped to celebrate some of our nobler Veterans who fought and were injured in the line of duty today at this event when I find the morning marred by the disgraceful attacks upon another Veteran of our Allied Forces.

Months now while I have been touring the country I have heard lie after lie printed about Baroness Bunny Pear Howlett who is a retired Corporal Medic in the Canadian Armed Forces and an active consulting Specialist Officer, Corporal Medic in the United States Armed Forces for months now regarding her health. And now a select bit of press has the audacity to infer that her Military History is a matter of falsehood when all the public knows has been released by the United States Military for the public to be made aware of.

While I have entrusted that Mrs Pear Howlett has been the best judge on when to announce her news on this troubling pregnancy that has her unable to work in the field as she once did I will not allow lies on her allegiance and patriotism in defense of the citizens of this country and our allies. Amongst consulting on a handful of cases that involved individual threats to our freedoms and aid in chemical counters to discovered cloaking technology used by said individuals now captured Our Corporal has been at work on new prosthetic designs for our injured boys who came home while so many others didn’t. One which shows great promise in recovery to normal range of function.

While there is secured in the First Amendment the Freedom of the Press while one of our sisters in arms has been hard at work and sworn to silence on said projects and circumstances requiring of her intellect to counter on our behalf I will not allow lies to be printed on our fellow Americans unable to retaliate in their own defense. Hidden within our shores threats do linger in this unsettling Cold War we find ourselves in great need of such allies as Our Corporal to whom even the former President Roosevelt spoke of great promise much like her fallen brother Steve who up until his final days fought for our freedoms.” The message skillfully broke back to the hospital and the injured men who fought for this country, among whom had hopes for help with prosthetics in the future is possible to improve upon the wooden models available.

Elliot shut off the radio as the trio looked to you as you broke the stunned silent puckering stare you had aimed at the radio to say, “I thought I was retired, fully retired. Not retried in Canada but active here instead. How does that even work?”

Jeff said after a flinch of his tongue over his lower lip he had been biting through the segment, “Perhaps the consulting role is the extent of the active duty.”

You sighed and said, “Truman did say he wouldn’t stay silent forever, and I suppose Chief Sousa did have to say something about my help on his case for the invisible ship.”

Elliot sighed and stated, “Well, if he does try to enforce something more than consulting we can step in on that.”

Beau, “There’s always the thought that he is lying to shut the papers up.”

Again you sighed and leaned your head back feeling the long braid your hair was pulled into that squished behind your back and bunched up against the back of your neck. “First the new hero they got to replace Steve and now I’m active duty again.”

Elliot, “At the worst it’s a ploy to keep other countries from assuming some random citizen is behind helping the government with problems.”

“Better be a technicality,” you muttered and turned the chair that hastened them around the chair to help you up to your feet again to stroll out to the car where James sat with furrowed brows mentally replaying the statement. “Now I have to pee again,” you muttered widening their smiles for an agreed stop at the nearest bathroom before your walk out to the car. On the other side of the door accepting the bag and cardigan the guys held for you their grins spread excitedly as you said, “I remembered something. I had a dream about Ammit who was spouting limericks to a dead frog faced Pharaoh and the hippo pulling his boat in the river Styx. Don’t get it, but two of them weren’t very flattering on the pair of you,” you said to the twins who chuckled.

Elliot said, “Not a bad dream. Normally our mothers nearest to us in our lives have wilder dreams.”

“Oh they get plenty wild. First one that went back to Egyptian afterlife though.”

Beau said, “Must be something important if Ammit has come up in your dream.”

In a stammered glance up at him you asked, “Ammit is a physical being or just the symbol of Ammit?”

Jeff, “She is real, prefers that name over others, however she rarely speaks in our dreams.” He said with brows furrowed curiously.

Elliot asked, “Have you sketched this dream?”

You nodded and reached into your bag and brought out a folded bit of notebook pages you passed him, “Even wrote the limericks out. There is a word I didn’t know how to spell it, but I wrote how it sounded and underlined it.” After a moment you asked, “Is it something bad for her to talk to me?”

“No,” Jeff said and Beau continued, “Were it bad she would have approached Erich to return to you himself. Or perhaps she misses you, she did visit our kingdom often to spend time with you.”

Jeff, “It was always fun when she would come to visit. We would have the best fairs and tournaments to celebrate, and then when she required aid we would be off afterwards.”

Elliot said after reading through the limericks, “Oh, she’s sent you a gift.” Your head turned, “She’s given your Mr Whiskers reincarnation so you won’t be parted from him and he can spend the rest of eternity with you and your family. Though she apologizes that she could not grant the same to your puppies, cats are within her ability to grant this to him and yourself.”

“That’s so sweet,” you said trying not to cry thinking of when you would lose him and the day not soon after when Pepper would be the next to be lost at the end of her elderly days. “Little bittersweet too. But I suppose it comes with the territory.”

James upon the shift of the doors popped out of the car and hurried over to claim your bag asking to your odd expression in place of the smile he hoped to see, “Sore or tired?”

“Did you hear the radio?” You asked as he eased the bag to his elbow and leaned in to give you a sweet kiss.

“Yes. Apparently you’re active duty still somehow.”

You nodded and said, “Ya, that’s where I’m stuck myself. Maybe Vic will have a message from Truman when we get home.” To the car you were led and the trio headed back to Elliot’s place to continue to focus on the translations while you shared the assumed meaning of your dream.

.

“Hey Pipsqueak,” you heard from the living room where your nest was being adjusted for your comfort. “Prince Loki showed up and you have a message.”

“Message,” you asked in the doorway and waved to Loki who flashed you a grin upon your approach in the chair closest to your nest. “Hello Loki.”

Down into the chair you settled and accepted the letter he passed to you, “Came by personal delivery an hour ago after Jimmy left or I’d have sent him with it.”

James glanced around at the quiet floor asking, “Take it Mamma Brock has the babies?”

Victor nodded, “Yes, Ambrose had her false alarm and thy called the babies over to distract everyone.”

In your hand you turned over the envelope with the seal you broke to bring out the letter that shared that you were considered active duty in consultation grounds. A share of a recount of Eddie’s having crossed paths on an investigation with Chief Sousa’s and your aid in his report of the capture of the perp behind the vanishing tech was detailed for how he had learned of the news. Mention of word trickled from Chief Thompson on the gifted leg as well was mentioned before his chosen reveal of the information on the SSR, a supposed unknown agency in this country that would explain why the case Sousa had worked on would not be in the papers like usual police work. Included was a sort of welcome of aid from you when possible to help those threatening cases to the freedoms of this country and allies.

To James in his curious stare you passed him the letter, “I have been officially informed of the SSR and my assistance on cases when possible as I have already is welcomed. Apparently Daniel said that Eddie happened across his case and I helped them with half the facts apparently.”

Victor chuckled taking his seat while you reached for your tea, “And the active duty part?”

“Consultation only, according to the letter,” after a sip you lowered the cup and said, “Not bad I suppose, I doubt they come across things like Kree technology often.”

That had Loki look you over, “Kree technology?”

You nodded and shared about the Kree prisoner who your father took somewhere else for his sentence who had taken a cruise ship of workers to do his bidding. And after a look over him you asked, “How are things on your planet?”

“Fairly well, Father has taken Thor on another of their tours of an allied kingdom for a sit in of their annual trade talks.”

“Ooh, fun times, and he just leaves you at home?” You asked in notice of a bowl of caramel candies that Eddie had brought home from his latest night of making use of the elderly woman’s balcony to spy on others she treats Venom to keep up his energy while she chats with him. From the bowl you accepted one of the candies and unwrapped it to slip between your lips while the brothers stood to go and fetch a fuller spread of snacks for you. In his second glance at the bowl you lifted a second candy and offered it to him, “You want one?”

Between you and the candy his eyes flinched and he asked, “Is it medicine?”

“It’s a caramel candy,” you said accepting the candy that by means of a recently discovered ability to sneak him snacks after Teddy had offered him some cheese cubes the week prior.

“Thank you,” he said and mimicking your actions he twisted the wrapper to unfold it and he eased it between his lips for an almost instant pop of his eyes wider. Cautiously around his mouth he moved the squishy block of caramel that he timidly gave a couple presses of his teeth into the caramel treat that he asked around, “What is this?”

“Caramel candy. You don’t like it?”

“I do, it is delicious, I’ve never tasted anything like it.”

James asked in an amused hum in his return with tray of food in hand while Victor brought out a coke for himself with the sandwich he made himself earlier and forgot to bring out earlier. “You don’t have caramel on Asgard?”

Loki shook his head, “No, even just, the, zing is not the right word.”

“The sweetness?” you asked and his brows furrowed slightly, “Do you have candy on your planet?”

“What is candy?”

Victor said, “Treats made of mostly sugar, occasionally with chocolate toppings.”

Loki shook his head slightly in another chew of the candy, “I, don’t believe we have sugar. Our usual treats are nuts or grapes.”

“Wow, then what do you make cakes or pies with? They must be bland without sugar.”

“We have fruit pies with savory crusts or fillings and our cakes are mostly comprised of fruit and rum or vanilla topped with fruit.” Loki answered as his eyes scanned over your face.

James, “Savory, so you have salt and pepper and other seasonings?”

Loki nodded, “Yes.”

Victor, “Well sugar looks like salt it just instead of leaning towards savory it fills the opposite end of the taste spectrum for sweet flavors. Fruit does have natural sugars in it, although in smaller quantities.”

“And you’ve never heard of it?” you asked with brows furrowed in confusion and that brought on a slew of tasting of a few more candies and even a brownie from today’s dessert to give him a taste of both chocolate and sugar. “How have you not heard of sugar you’ve been to this planet before?”

.

He shrugged and enjoyed the rest of the break until he had to return home again with a small baggy of candy and the rest of a second brownie in a napkin he nibbled on through the stroll back through the palace. “There you are, My Love.” Frigga stated with a widening smile in exit of the latest usual hiding place of her younger son. Down to the napkin wrapped treat her eyes dipped and she asked, “What are you eating?”

“A brownie, Mother has shared some of the treats native to her planet.” Her brow twitched at his asking, “Why do we not have sugar on this planet?” Her expression dropped and he asked, “What did I say?”

Horns sounded announcing the return of Odin and Thor and she said, “Do not speak of sugar around your father.”

“Why?” he asked in her hand that rested on his arm to guide him to his room to hide his treats.

“Because Odin has forbidden it.”

And like a giant toddler he again repeated, “Why?”

“Loki,” she sighed and caught her gaze, “I need you to promise me you won’t mention it, any of it.”

“Mother?” his voice cracked out and her hand rose to cup his cheek.

“Promise me.”

“I promise,” he muttered half heartedly and in the drop of her hand walked with her to his room where he finished his treat alone even against her continued glances to it and his offer of a nibble she outright refused. Her smile flinched wider and she urged him to finish his teat and hide the bag and ready to meet his father and brother in their return to hear of how it all went then left to buy the Prince some time to do all of that.

Word was given and upheld, although an enchanted pocket with the candies only he could retrieve allowed him on strolls between lessons pops of caramels between his lips in private moments he would suck on and savor as long as they could last until he could go back to your home and receive more treats. Suddenly his private moment was disturbed in the arrival of his blonde brother who smirked in sight of the clenched fist behind his younger brother’s back. “Hello brother, what are you hiding?”

“Nothing,” did nothing to dissuade him and in a bout of tussling Thor smirked in a gloating pop of the treat between his lips without notice of what it was knowing Loki was the one who knew where te best grapes were usually hidden.

“Mmm,” he said and Loki now huffing and in a fix of his shirt locked eyes on Thor’s with lips parted at the dilation of the pupils on the blonde who said, “How do you always find the best treats?” A call to bring Thor to his next lesson turned him around and Loki’s eyes narrowed for the confusing reaction and four glances back at himself. And when alone again he reached into his pocket to bring out a treat for the rest of his walk to his next lesson to the mental shift of his rationing of the remainder he now would be more careful of surroundings in savoring.

It didn’t take two hours for Thor to be back and be found grinning stupidly at his brother who said, “Grim will not take well to your skipping out on your topography lessons.”

“Topography is fruitless, Brother.”

Loki glanced his way in the shift of his hand to collect a bar of colored glass with the Smith tutor he had to master his hobby of glass blowing he’d picked up recently since notice of glass figures in your home and the Palace in England had been inspected and of interest to him to learn how to make them. “Do not dredge me to the punishment you are aching for. Go to your lessons Thor. Father was in poor mood on your role in the meeting. Do not worsen things for everyone.”

Without the argument expected Thor stood and obeyed the order and by the next afternoon notice was clearly taken of the drop from free willed person to puppy dog the blonde Prince had been left to with reminders from Loki on what to do next to fit his usual pattern through the day. An hour after supper however Frigga’s walk straight into his room to where he was lounged and reading had him snap his book shut and inch up to give her room to sit where his feet just were. “Hello Mother.”

“What did you give to your brother?” she asked curtly.

“I didn’t give him anything.”

“Loki, you promised me to hide what you were given and now Thor is-,” sharply she huffed and drew in a breath to draw back her frightened rage, “Loki you cannot go around slipping sugar treats to our people.”

“I did not give him anything. Thor took one of the candies from me,” her brow arched up, “Wrestled it form my hand and ate it without a glance. I did not give him anything, now he’s-,”

“Now he’s in a trance and I have to keep your father from noticing while you ensure Thor attends each of his lessons!”

“Is there no way to break it?” Loki asked.

“Aside from time no. And you must ensure that he finds no more of your treats.”

She moved to get up and Loki asked, “Mother,” which had her halt the motion, “I have eaten near to a score of these treats and I am perfectly within control of my faculties.”

Something was hidden in her eyes as she said, “The mortals learned of our weakness some centuries ago and since then Odin has forbidden a cross of our goods and strict dietary limits for those who do travel to Midgard. Not all fall prey to this, enough do however to justify the limitations.”

“Then why not speak of it? Surely ignorance is no safer when the threat has no name.”

“Because to know a treat is forbidden draws allure to it all the more, and those who have tasted sugar have been known to slay their closest kin to get back to the source of said treats. A good many of our cells were filled by those who had fallen prey to it until they came to their senses.”

Loki reached out to clutch her hands, “Mother, why did you not tell me? What else have we not learned? What else has father hidden from us?”

“You are so brave, My Love. Open to travels, even found Mother herself and befriended her. There is no telling what you could achieve in the name of our people at your brother’s side. There is so much I wish I could share with you.”

“Then tell me. I will not shout it to the populace, but how can we take up your mantles without full disclosure?”

“I gave my word, given vows,” her voice faded off to tears in her eyes that had him lean in and rest his forehead to hers in realization that it was Odin behind all of these secrets and this barrier his mother had to enforce between them that allowed secrets like sugar and its effects to fester in silence. He gave his word and held his word to keep watch of Thor and the remainder of his treats for the three weeks that Thor had been absurdly peaceful between sly orders from Loki to have him cause a ruckus and throw off suspicion to distract why he wasn’t with his normal trio of friends or about his usual nonsense.

And the snap back was not delicate as Loki and the servants and guards could hear his shouts and crashes of furniture inside of his room that Frigga stood outside to ensure no one entered until the hour of silence that signaled her slip inside to find him in an exhausted slumber in the middle of the debris filled room her and Loki magicked back together. Locked away with sleeping draughts slipped between his lips Thor was coaxed through the following four days of telling rage in a mock illness that Odin accepted his rage as a fevered outburst until the groggy and grumpy Prince ‘returned to health’ plopped into his breakfast seat and made everyone clear of his frustration. Especially Loki, to whom he flocked hourly to pester for more snacks, and in the acceptance of a handful of nuts or grapes he growled his way between bites on to his next stop on his schedule until his Warriors Three were out of their own daily chores to go and have a mock adventure to bolster his mood.

And in the relief of this ordeal being over Loki now across the rainbow bridge entered the golden dome of the BiFrost and approached to golden armored warrior. Aloofly saying, “Apparently sugar is quite debilitating.”

Heimdall smirked and said, “That it is. One of the benefits of Mother’s bond, we bear little influence from the substance.”

Loki looked to his gaze already on him, “Is that why I bore little change?”

“No, you would know it if you were bonded.”

“Could you try answering my question a bit more vague, the details are quite confounding.” He fired back sarcastically making Heimdall chuckle.

Heimdall turned and gestured the Prince to another opening that looked out into the stars and asked him, “What do you hear?”

“There is no sound in the void outside of our protective sphere.” Heimdall smirked and nodded making Loki ask, “There is? What do you hear?”

“When the bond is formed, you will know.” Gaining a huff from Loki in return, “For now be proud that you have been born in a time of Mother’s return.”

“She will be safe there won’t she? There was a letter today were she is still counted as a soldier in their masses.”

“They will release her from those bonds soon enough. Do not be concerned, we have brothers in arms ready at notice to attend to her concerns or nerves should the worse arise.”

“Surrounded by fools, I still do not hold high hopes for safety amongst the mortals.”

“Give it time,” that had the Prince huff and him smirk again, “The mortals are growing.”

From his pocket Loki brought out two treats and drew a hushed thanks from the golden guard in the silent share of forbidden treats in view of the open space viewed between the borders of the opening.

Pt 67

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Daisuzu one shot 💴💗

Suzue is angry for the first time and Daisuke needs to keep up with her bad mood the entire morning. How is he handling it?

~o0o~

This was supposed to be a positive morning for Suzue because Daisuke told her yesterday that he's going to take a day off just to catch up on his time with her and she was so enthusiastic about it that one simple thing as perid cramps decided on ruining her instantly. It was early in the day, 7:15h so to speak, and she was already in shock and fed up with the entire situation. And as if this wasn't troublesome enough; she wasn't able to find any medications in her drawer. She checked in the nightstand, closet, shelves, counter. Nothing, she couldn't find anything and the pain in her stomach was becoming more and more unbearable.

She couldn't leave the palace this instant because she needed to take care of Daisuke first. She entered his room writhing a little because of how much it hurted her. She already hated everything about this day and everything around her, she became more stressed and more emotional. She tried to wake him up gently at first but when he didn't react on her attempts right away, she took the glass from his nightstand and showed it back somewhat forcefully, making a loud thud. Daisuke jumped a little from how startled it made him and Suzue greeted him with annoyed look on her face.

"Butler already informed me about the breakfast. You're free to come down and join." She handed him certain clothes without asking for approval "You can also put these on. I'll be waiting for you once you're ready."

Suzue turned around and left without putting much of a conversation between them. Daisuke noticed how stiff she looked but concluded that she probably "woke up on the wrong side of the bed" and therefore didn't want to ask further about it. Still, it wasn't like Suzue to be this irritated in the morning since he always got used to her friendly greetings and a big smile on her face. He got himself dressed and went downstairs where an elegant spacious dining room was located.

A classic British breakfast was served, 7:30h, the pair was sitting at the dark wooden table with magnificent displays of gold plate from George IV's enormous collection and enjoyed their meal. If you were just a mere visitor to their household you probably wouldn't notice such things, but Daisuke was perfectly aware of Suzue's unnerved behavior. She cut her meal quite frustrated and she even criticized the lack of flavor in it. And although she wasn't showing it as much, her dissatisfaction was present and she became angry, much to Daisuke's surprise. Daisuke grew worried because, for him, the meal tasted just fine and as much as he wanted to hold himself back from further antagonizing her when she already felt bad enough, he couldn't ignore it and he needed to interfere. He didn't have the heart to ignore her like this.

"Suzue. Did you sleep well last night?"

"Of course I did. What kind of question is that supposed to be?"

Ouch that hurt. Daisuke would usually feel offended by such an act but this was Suzue he was talking to so he decided to be stubborn.

"I don't know. If someone upset you in any way you're free to tell me and I'll take care of them personally."

"Daisuke-sama, with all due respect I'm not feeling especially obligated as of today's date to worry much about when I'm supposed to be free to do something or not. I am a person, I have feelings, and I'll decide on doing things when I'm feeling like doing them. I'm not asking for anyone's permission to express my free will."

Suzue took her plate, handed it to butler and left the room.

For the first time in a long time Daisuke felt broken. It's funny because he usually never paid attention to other people or their unnecessary outbursts of emotions which he always found uncomfortable and incredibly impractical, but then again, this was Suzue he was talking to and he became seriously worried about her.

Whenever he wanted to check on her she made an annoyed expression and whenever he tried to start a conversation with her she ended it quickly.

"That video you wanted to show me the other day-"

"I changed my mind. It wouldn't be as entertaining for you because you never find anything funny anyways. I wonder what satisfies you anymore."

Another low blow and Daisuke felt like crumbling. Although he decided that he'll wait for her until she calms down. Or not? He wasn't used to her lack of attention and he enjoyed it so much while it lasted. Suzue was usually the clingy one in their relationship but today the roles were switched and he wanted to bring the old smiling Suzue back.

"What do you say about watching your favorite series together?"

"I watched it yesterday, today is the rerun."

"I brought you some fashion magazines I thought you might like."

"Thank you, I'll check them later."

"Would you like to check these new gadget parts I found with HEUSC? He couldn't estimate the quality of the product so I'm asking for your opinion."

"I'm not interested as of now, I'll search them when I have the time."

"Would you like some tea in your favorite kitty cup?"

Suzue put down whatever she was reading at the moment and looked at him with serious expression on her face.

"I'm perfectly capable of making tea for myself. I'm sorry Daisuke-sama, but why are you being like that?"

"Like what?"

"The way you're being, you're unusually clingy today and I didn't even ask for any of it. Why are you giving me such a hard time? I need a break."

Suzue was about to climb the stairs which led to her bedroom.

"I'm sorry." Daisuke said quietly and Suzue instantly stopped on her tracks. She never heard him talk like this before and it broke her heart. She could feel his hurt and regret and she wondered how it came to all of this.

Daisuke continued "I took a day off with the intent of spending more time with you and although I'm really bad at showing what I feel when expressing myself most of the time, the idea of being with you after so long made me feel genuinely happy. I'm sorry if it sounds self-centered or selfish, I'm always talking about me and my feelings when I never considered asking other people about their own. I always pre-determined what others should be doing without giving it that much thought about their opinions before coming up with my own decisions. And no matter how much I try I'm always screwing it up, I'm a terrible person."

When he looked up at Suzue he wasn't expecting her to cry and he became alarmed.

"Y-you're not a terrible person. Please never say that again. It's me, I'm the one who screwed everything. M-my stomachache won't subdue and I didn't take my painkillers."

...

"Oh."

Daisuke came up to her on the stairs and picked her up bridal style. Suzue squeaked a little.

"W-what are you doing?"

"I'm taking you to my room because I know where the stuff I'm looking for is placed. But I can always take you to yours if you tell me where you're keeping things."

"I-I don't mind your room.."

Daisuke smirked at her.

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT FACE MR.!!"

"Okay okay, jesus." he kissed her forehead and pushed the door with his leg.

Once he placed her on the bed, he tucked her in a bunch of pillows and blankets and gave her the phone.

"I'm sorry to say this but please wait for me 20min or so, I'll try to come back as soon as possible."

With this said, Daisuke disappeared into the hallways and left Suzue alone with her thoughts. She knew that Daisuke gave her the phone to entertain herself but right now she couldn't think of anything else but the thing that just happened between them and the way she mistreated him this entire time. The guilt squeezed her heart and worsened her stomach pain.

Daisuke, on the other hand, mentally panicked because he didn't know what to do right now. He never had a sister and his mother died and he absolutely didn't have the slightest idea on what to do. He did his research with HEUSC, he talked to butlers and once he grasped the concept of it, he drew his Bentley Continental GT *maniac style like he always did* to the nearest store and bought

✨💴 EVERYTHING 💴✨ *fu-gou ke-i-ji song playing in the background*. Even the cashier lady couldn't believe that a man could look this badass while buying half of the aisle lmao.

Daisuke returned on time with butlers helping him carry everything and Suzue looked surprised upon seeing so many bags being brought into her room.

Daisuke approached her with a bag of his own and squatted next to her.

"Here we have pain killers, snacks, napkins, hygiene products, essential oils, I even bought heating pads and massage pillows. I didn't know whether you'd prefer Twinings or Yorkshire so I bought them both-"

"You bought the companies?!"

"I bought the tea."

Suzue sighed in relief.

"And I bought cocoa, chocolate and double-layered socks to keep you warm."

"What's the package at the bottom of the bag?"

"Oh.. it's nothing."

"Daisuke-sama you're terrible at lying."

"Alright. It's something that I bought just in case."

He took the package out and Suzue blushed.

...

"I'm.. not implying anything it's just to make you feel better. If you want you can use me as well.."

".. Thank you."

The blush couldn't leave both of their faces so Daisuke put everything aside and headed towards the doors.

"I'm going to make Earl grey because it goes well with chocolate. I'll be right back."

With this said, he left the room and Suzue squeaked in her hands.

Did he.. seriously just thought about the things she assumed he did? He really considered it for her own sake..

When he returned he placed the painkillers, cup of tea and chocolate box on the nightstand before joining her on the other side of the bed. He searched Claire Luvcat and they watched Cream Heroes together. Suzue smiled so much upon looking at the screen showing her beautiful kittens. Daisuke made her smile again and it made him proud.

"Which one is your favorite?"

"Oh" Suzue was taken by surprise "I like Lulu because he's funny and cute."

"Should I buy him?"

Suzue just laughed sweetly "No it's her cat, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't put her cat on sale for any money in this world. Besides, the cat would be really sad when separated from her owner. It's where he belongs, they're practically inseparable."

"Like you and me?"

Suzue squeaked again and Daisuke smiled.

"Mr. Coco reminds me of Furry Elise a lot. I like him, they'd have a nice litter."

"Thinking of becoming a breeder?" Suzue teased him.

"Not really, although it brings good money. Somewhere around ¥158.386,50 for a kitten."

"Seriously?!"

"Yes if the parents are two purebred cats. Coco is a British longhair and Furry Elise is Maine Coon. Besides, you'll get too attached and wouldn't allow me to separate them from you so it's a losing game."

Suzue laughed fondly "It's true, sometimes money can't buy everything."

Daisuke hugged her closer to himself and kissed her head.

"Daisuke-sama.."

"Hm?"

"I wanted to apologize for everything I told you early in the morning. I didn't mean it, the things I said were not true and it was reckless of me to even address you with such disrespect. You were trying to make me feel better this entire time and everything I did in return was rejecting your every attempt. I'm so sorry for offending you like this."

Daisuke turned her face gently towards his own and made her look him in the eyes.

"You'd never offend me, Suzue. There's no way in millions years that you'd be able to do things like this, because you're kindhearted and overall a beautiful person. Remember that."

Suzue looked at him with so much adoration in her eyes.

"Besides, you're right. I'm not the one to decide what people should do with themselves and by not doing anything for you when you needed me the most, I'd feel like I'm letting you down and you definitely didn't deserve that. In fact, you deserve so much better and I'd like to live up to your expectations, if you let me."

"I do. I just hope that I didn't ruin your plans for today."

"This is exactly how I wanted it to spend, together with you."

Maybe he didn't deserve her but Daisuke promised himself to make sure that Suzue feels appreciated every single day.

@daisuzuship @innovativestruggles @narcopharmacist @unholysoggytea @riaymei @ieatcrumbs @cow-goes-oof @matchabucks @bluegleeful @levi-is-heicho @kakooshi @kokorokai @darknessrxse @fluffyyagiza @geniusmeemee @sungmnnnn @koalarin @alstroemerie @petiamaximoff38 @hellohellokookie @marialenikiforov @milcyuw

Smtng short but sweet. Hope you like it! 💞

[thecozywhaleshark]

King of Hearts (pt. 7)

Word Count: 2178

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Flirting as a means to get another jealous. 

Summary: You had a work event that you had to show up to dateless... only problem is, Jin is there too... and he's not alone.

The only problem about being in a fight with Jin is that you had an event on Friday and suddenly... you had no date.

As far as your team knew, Jin was your boyfriend and everyone loved him… and you couldn’t exactly show up with another man.

So you decided to show up solo, tell everyone that Jin was sick or out of town - it wasn’t fully a lie, you sure as heck didn’t know where he was on a daily basis.

You're fine. You can do this on your own. It's not like it's the first time.

Taking a deep breath, you enter the restaurant and are looking around for the right table when your gaze drifts to the side and you forget how to breathe.

Oh shit.

Sitting at the table kitty corner to your own, is Jin...and he's with another girl.

It's probably a client. Just a client. Client date. Of course he has more than one. Why wouldn't he? Look at his stupid face. His stupid suit. You're stupid to think you were the only one. Fuck why does he have to look that good?

You idiot.

You thank the gods above that no-one from your table has spotted you yet and quickly head back out the door, pulling out your phone as you push through the revolving door.

"Hey Hobi? Yeah, it's y/n. Listen... about that offer..."

~

By the time Hobi arrives, you've gone back inside and are seated at the front of your table surrounded by your entire team, hoping nobody notices Jin sitting across from that blonde...or how he is slowly stroking his fingers up and down her arm.

You flush hot and look away, turning back to listen to your manager when you suddenly hear a cheerful call of your name.

"Y/n!!"

You turn around with a smile, standing up from your seat and walking over to great him.

"Hobi!" You give him a hug and he puts his hands on your arms, looking at you up and down appreciatively.

"Hot damn. You look amazing."

You giggle at his compliment and link your arm through his own, leading him back to the table and introducing him to your team.

"Everyone, this is Hobi. He's a friend of mine. Jin couldn't make it, so Hobi is being a gem and filling in as my date. Please be nice to him."

There are chuckles all around the table and introductions are made. You try to keep your focus on Hobi, but you can't stop yourself from glancing at Jin out of the side of your eye.

He had raised his head at the sound of your voice and his name and now looked at you wide-eyed as you pulled Hobi into the seat beside you.

His gaze narrowed as you pressed your hand to Hobi's arm and thanked him for saving you. "Honestly, thank you so much. You're a lifesaver."

Hobi chuckled and patted your hand, "Honestly it's no problem. I happened to be free tonight." He smiles brightly at you then smirks, leaning in. "Also I noticed Jin was here with a client. Trying avoidance techniques today are we?"

You blush and lean in, trying to give him a run-downed version of the facts. "My team thinks we're dating."

He snorts, trying to cover it up with a fake cough and accepting a few pounds on the back from your interview coach before he replies. "I see the issue."

You nod and open the menu with a smile, nodding at something your editor said.

Hobi follows your lead and opens his menu, ordering a round of appetizers for the table, winning your team over.

"So, what's the play?" He whispers, closing his menu and reaching for his glass.

"Flirt with me," you whisper back, reaching under the table and giving his knee a squeeze.

He gives you a sharp glance. "Won't Jin notice that?"

"Exactly." You give him a winning smile and hope that Jin notices.

Laughing, Hobi shakes his head and leans back in his chair, causally stretching and dropping his arm over the back of your chair. "So we're playing the jealousy game here."

You giggle and scooch your chair a little closer to his, until your knee is touching his. "That is, if he wants to play."

Hobi glances across the room and smirks, nuzzling the top of his nose into your hair. "Oh, if I know Jin, he will."

You smile in satisfaction and glance over to Jin's table. He's giving you the evil eye while his date plays with his fingers, pulling his hand to her reddened lips and smearing them with her lipstick.

You narrow your eyes. Oh, bold move girlie.

Jin smiles at the girl and tugs their intertwined hands back, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist.

Blushing and determined, you lean close into Hobi and giggle in his ear. "Pretend I'm saying something funny."

Hobi throws his head back and laughs, sliding his arm from the back of your chair to your shoulders, stroking his fingers along your arm. In return you lean over and press your hand to his thigh briefly.

Across the room, Jin pulls the rose out of the vase on the table and gives it to the blonde with a wink, blowing her a kiss. She laughs and takes it from him, lifting it to her nose and batting her eyelashes.

You narrow your eyes and ignore him for a few minutes as your meals arrive and enter into discussion with your team.

When you next glance over at Jin, the blonde is sitting on his lap, playing with the hair at the back of his neck and you bristle at the sight.

Deep breaths.

You close your eyes for a moment then look over at Hobi and steal a bite of his food off his plate with a quirk of your eyebrow.

"Upping the game, are we?" Hobi murmurs, reaching up to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"How far would you be willing to go?" you ask, stroking the bottom of his foot with the toe of your shoe.

He grins. "I have an idea on how to get Jin over here... if you're willing."

You reach for Hobi's wine glass and take a sip out of it, smirking at him daringly. "Go for it."

Without another word, Hobi leans forward and presses his mouth to yours.

You hear a yelp and the scrape of a chair, followed by a thump and a cry of outrage before you look up. You see Jin standing beside your table, and all your coworkers, mouths open, looking between the both of you and the blonde, now sitting on the floor.

"Can. We. Talk?" Jin grits, shooting daggers at Hobi.

You nod and stand up, placing your napkin on the table. "I'll be back in a minute everyone," you smile brightly at them as Jin turns and begins to stalk out of the restaurant, expecting you to follow.

Hobi grins brightly and gives you a double thumbs up. "Good luck," he mouths and you shake your head, following Jin out.

Jin leads you out the front doors and around to the side of the building, walking towards the back so there's less likely of a chance of you being overheard.

You follow him at a distance until he suddenly stops, turning on his heel.

"What the actual FUCK do you think you're doing?" He spits, crossing his arms and glaring at you.

"What I'm doing?! Oh, that's lovely, coming from you." You huff, crossing your own arms and meeting him at a standoff.

"I was doing my fucking job," he growls, stepping closer. "In case you have forgotten, I'm a fucking escort. I have clientele."

"How could I ever forget that? I fucking hired you. I am one of your so called, 'clientele.'"

You stare at each other for a minute, breathing heavily.

"And if you so hired me, then what the fuck were you doing with Hobi?"

You roll your eyes. "Why do you care?"

"You're my client."

"Yeah well, you're being a shitty escort or business partner or whatever you want to call yourself."

He quirks an eyebrow, his face turning redder. "I'm shitty?" He laughs dryly. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I've fucked you many a time."

"Yeah, and you've fucked me over just as often."

He winces at your words and tries to draw in a shaky breath, stalking away from you for a minute and running his hand through his hair.

"I apologized for that."

You let out a harsh laugh, throwing your head back. "HA. No. You did not. All you did was succeed in being a dick."

His eyes flash and he steps closer. "What do you want me to say? I'm sorry that you didn't get fucked this month? Well, newsflash sweetheart. I'm popular. I give a good dicking. In fact, I'm known at the company for being 'worldwide handsome.' I'm that desired. So sorry if you felt like I couldn't give you my full attention, because I can't."

You stare at him for a moment in shock. "Wow. You're that full of yourself?" You snort and shake your head. "I know for a fact that you've been passing off your clients on other friends of yours. Or is it just me?"

He shrugs, giving you a smirk. "What can I say? I've been busy."

"So why..." you step closer to him and tilt your head to meet his eyes. "Do you have such an issue with me taking Hobi to an event that you're oh too busy to attend?"

Jin hates the way his heart is pounding out of his chest, but he can't stop the automatic response that comes out of his mouth.

"I do actually. Do I need to be worried about getting an STD with you?"

You stake a sharp intake of breath and he sees the offense that turns to indignation flash in your eyes.

"You know what?" You step closer, your eyes burning as you struggle to maintain eye contact.

"If you're going to act like this I want out of our contract."

You watch his face redden and his jaw tighten before he huffs out a breath. "Fine."

"Fine."

You turn on your heel to head back into the restaurant when Jin suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you against his chest, kissing you hard.

"You drive me crazy," he groans against your lips, slipping his hand up to the back of your head so he can kiss you deeper. "Out of my fucking mind."

You unwillingly moan against his mouth, letting his tongue in and god it feels good to be kissing him again. To be this close to him again. But things can't be the way they are.

"Jin," you whisper and he groans deep in his throat, angling his mouth over yours to kiss you deeper.

"Jin."

He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. "Yeah?"

"We... can't. We can't do this."

You press your hand against his chest and close your eyes, gathering the energy it will take to push yourself away from him.

"Why not?" He cups your face in his hands and strokes your cheeks tenderly. "Why can't we do this?"

"Because..."

He nuzzles his nose against yours and kisses you gently. "Because?"

You let out a huff and push gently at his chest. "Because my feelings have changed."

He stills and lets his arms fall to his sides.

"Changed how."

You hate the way he's looking at you, how his gaze has become so distant you can't read him. He doesn't feel the same way about you. Your inner voice whispers, and you swallow the urge to tell him you can't do it anymore because you want to be with him. All the time. And only with him. But it can never be, because his job won't allow him to be only with you.

And you won't be responsible for making him choose between you and his job. Especially if he never caught feelings. So you play it safe.

"Changed enough to know that I can never be your client. Not anymore."

"Why?" he asks, and all you can do is shake your head.

"I just...can't. I'm sorry."

You step back and turn away, and this time, he lets you go.

His mind his whirling with all the ways he could stop you, all the ways he could demand a better answer than that... but the words don't come to him until long after you've gotten into your car and driven off, leaving him standing on the edge of an empty parking lot.

"But I love you," he whispers, not stopping the tears that decide to track their way down his cheeks and onto the collar of his shirt.

But only the wind answers, rattling an empty coke can across the lot and into the ditch on the other side.

Part 8

[statistically-unlikely-monster]

Secrets No More

Chapter 3: Trials and Tribulations

Poor Matt is just trying to be a good friend but Tom and Edd are acting weird. (Thank you to thelollipoper for the chapter name)

Edd slipped in the house just before 1:00 AM. All was quiet except for the sound of pittering paws against the floor. A purring ball of fluff rubbed itself against Edd’s leg, green eyes gleaming in the dark.

“Hey Ringo,” Edd whispered, patting the cat’s head, “Can’t play right now. I-” his sentence was cut off by his own yawn, “I need some sleep.”

He crept up the stairs, casting a quick glance at Tom’s door. It was opened just a crack, but he thought better of looking inside. Edd slipped into his own bedroom, hid his costume under the bed, and passed out before he could even cover himself up.

Not long after, Matt woke up, already energized and ready for the day, “Good morning beautiful,” he flirted with himself in the mirror, “Aren’t you the epitome of beaut- AHH!” He was cut off by Tom, who came in without him noticing somehow.

Tom was covered head to toe in twigs and mud. This was the second set of pajamas he destroyed. His old ASDFLand shirt had more holes than Swiss cheese, and his sleep pants were practically shorts. 

“What happened to you?!” Matt shouted.

“…Long night,” Tom muttered, rubbing his eyes, “Woke up in the backyard this time.”

“You and your furry friends need to calm down with the partying. You look awful” Matt commented, grabbing a hairbrush off his desk to comb out the twigs from Tom’s hair.

Tom was too tired to tell Matt to get off, so he just stood still and let it happen, “Gee, thanks.”

Matt chimed, “You know what, I need to make an update on my channel.” He gestured over at his desk. A webcam sat among several different bottles and tools that Tom was pretty sure were for torture despite Matt telling him they were for taking care of the skin, “How about I give you a makeover?”

“Polite pass.” Tom grumbled, pausing to think for a minute before speaking up,“There’s uh… there’s actually something else I was wondering about. Do you know any ways to keep calm?”

Matt’s face lit up in excitement, “Oh, that’s easy! You could do meditation, that’s a good go to. If you’re not into that you can use lavender incense or hemp oil. There’s also something I do as a quick fix. Just try saying the alphabet backwards. You’ll forget all about what’s stressing you out because you’re busy trying to say it.”

Tom nodded, surprised that what Matt said sounded actually helpful for what he was trying to do, “What about staying awake?”

“Like fighting off drowsiness? Usually just drink some coffee and energy drinks-” Matt chirped before interrupting his own train of thought, “Wait, does this have something to do with what’s been going on with you?”

“Sort of.” Tom yawned, rubbing his “eyes”, “Thanks for the tips, Matt” He walked off with a small wave.

“Wait, at least tell me what you’re doing!” Matt called him. He dropped off the hairbrush on his dresser and poked his head out of his room.

Tom shouted at him from the bottom of the stairs, “Nah!" 

Matt just sighed with a shake of his head. He slipped out of his room and went downstairs. Ringo weaved under his legs, almost tripping Matt on the last few steps.

"Whoa, watch where you’re going kitty,” Matt chuckled, reaching down to cradle Ringo in his arms, “What? Did Edd not feed you this morning?”

Ringo mewled as if saying yes, reaching little paws up to bop Matt on the nose.

“Alright, let’s go get you some food.” Matt chuckled, tickling Ringo’s soft belly. He waltzed into the kitchen holding the cat like his baby and froze. He felt a breeze brush past his face. He looked over and noticed that the backdoor was hanging wide open and letting the chilly fall air in,  “Oh Tom, you left the back door open.”

Tom shook his head as he tried to figure out how to fix the coffee maker, “Nope.”

“Wh- oh,” Matt rounded the counter and saw what he was talking about. The back door was technically still closed and locked, but someone busted in the glass to the point there was nothing but a pile of shards right in front of it. A single claw mark was scratched into the metal frame, “Huh…Edd’s not going to like that.”

Tom kept quiet as to how it broke, but he just shrugged and said, “Blame the neighbors?”

Matt nodded, “Blame the neighbors.”

A few hours later, Edd sat at his desk, looking over the fur he found at the scene. It was short and covered in a sticky substance that made it stay together in a spike. As far as he could tell, it was some sort of hair gel. 

Grabbing up his notepad, he took a quick sketch and made a list of what he found so far. 

“Weirdest animal I ever seen,” he muttered, doodling his best guess of what it was in the corner. It looked something like a spiky haired dog.

Just as he got done, he looked back at the fur and froze. The clump was changing color. Somehow it went from a deep, almost black shade of purple to a soft brown. “What in the-” Edd gasped, quickly grabbing his phone and recording the change, “That’s so cool.”

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming toward his room. In a panic he shoved the fur into a desk drawer and flipped his notebook to an empty page. Matt poked his head in without knocking and smiled, “Oh hey, you’re awake! For a second there I thought you were going to sleep all day,” he paused, noticing the nervous expression on Edd’s face, “Please don’t tell me you’re acting weird too.”

Edd shook his head, “No, no, you just surprised me, that’s all.” He hopped up from his desk, grabbed his bag from under the bed, and headed for the door, “Look at the time, I should’ve been up by now. I need to go do some errands. Think you can hold down the fort while I’m gone?”

Matt nodded, “Yeah, should be easy enough. Tom and I were talking about relaxation stuff, so I think he’s planning a spa day for us.”

“At least it isn’t vodka.” Edd commented, “Alright, I’m heading out.” He headed out the front door, grabbing the handles of his bag just to make sure it was still there.

He walked halfway to the police station, stopping in an alley to change and hide his normal clothes. Pocketing his phone, he flew over and stopped right at the door.

The police station was a small concrete building painted bright white. Small hedges lined the front, and around the side were all the squad cars. Poweredd stepped in, immediately greeted by a guard.

“Hello,” He greeted, “I’m here to talk to the police chief.”

The guard looked him over and wordlessly unlocked the main doors leading into the lobby, “Talk to the secretary for an appointment.” The guard stated flatly, waiting to lock the doors behind him.

Poweredd made his appointment, then awkwardly sat around in the waiting room for a bit. Everyone stared at him because of his costume, so he just looked down at his feet and tried to ignore them. He was still a very obscure hero, so except for the select few people that knew him, he was just some weird grown man in a halloween costume.

“Well, well, well, bit early to see you,” The police chief soon arrived, sipping on a cup of coffee, “Come with me.”

The chief led Poweredd into his office, motioning for him to sit in the chair in front of his desk, “Donut?” He offered, holding out the mostly empty box for Poweredd.

Poweredd shook his head, commenting as the chief set the box aside, “Bit stereotypical for a cop to have donuts, don’t you think?”

The chief chuckled, “If I had a dollar for every time I heard that. But aside from that, what made you poke your head out before dark?” 

Poweredd pulled out his phone and loaded up the video from before, “I think I found something important from last night. Here, look at this,” He handed the chief the phone and continued explaining, “I found this on the scene. It’s fur from something, definitely not an ordinary animal though. It’s color changing. Probably why we didn’t find any evidence or even catch the thing. It’s changing itself to blend in.”

The chief put down the phone and stroked his chin, “Well, that does explain quite a few things. But while we’re here exchanging clues, I found a little something while cleaning through the older files.” He reached down into his desk drawer and pulled out a thin file folder, “Call it a hunch, but I don’t think this is the first time that thing showed up.”

Poweredd opened up the folder to find several clippings of newspapers along with a single photo from a traffic cam. Suddenly it clicked as to why he was getting deja vu. Each piece showed the same thing; a large, hulking beast with a single empty socket in its head, two purple horns, and the same short spiky purple fur that he found at the scene, “Wait, that can’t be possible. Edu- I mean Numero Uno defeated that thing.”

The police chief shrugged, “From what I gathered, it disappeared that night without a trace. That thing was probably hiding under our noses this whole time. Why now of all times for it to come back, I don’t know, but it isn’t going to stop until someone stops it.” 

Poweredd nodded, tucking everything back into the folder before handing it back to the police chief, “So what should I do then?”

“Well obviously keep doing your normal work at night, but I think it may also be of benefit to go undercover. Investigate around during the day for any sort of suspicious behavior.” The chief scribbled down his phone number on a spare napkin and handed it to Poweredd, “Report back to me the minute you find anything.”

Poweredd nodded, “Thank you sir. I won’t let you down!”

[tsuki-chibi]

Smutember Day 23: Teeth

The urge to text Marinette was strong that night, but Adrien refrained. She had asked for space and he was going to give it to her no matter how hard it was or how crazy he drove himself. Besides, much as he hated to admit it, the truth was that he needed a little space himself.

But he got up the next morning feeling excited at the prospect of seeing her, and hurried through his breakfast. Nathalie cast him a couple of suspicious looks, but didn’t otherwise ask him any questions. She let him go after a reminder about his Chinese lesson after school.

Adrien walked into the classroom hoping that Marinette would already be there, but of course she wasn’t. He’d already realized that she was usually only early after they spent a night together, which led him to believe she felt as good the next morning as he did. Or at least, he hoped she did.

Maybe even, if he played his cards right, good enough to continue... or so he hoped. He really wanted to know what it would be like to be intimate with his lady with no masks between them. It was such an appealing thought that he nearly missed Alya talking to him.

“Hey Sunshine,” Alya said, resting her chin on her hand. “Marinette told me an akuma interrupted your date and that you had to leave after. That sucks. I’m sorry.”

“Stupid Hawkmoth. Of all the times,” Nino added.

“It’s okay,” Adrien said, surprising them both. But it really was. Sure he’d had to listen to Plagg’s gloating all night, but he didn’t regret what had happened.

How could he? Now he knew who Ladybug was, which was information he’d been yearning for. And for better or worse, she knew who he was too. Finally he would know if there could be something between them... something untouched by secrets or identities.

“Are you going to try again?” Alya asked, and Adrien glanced back at her.

“I hope so? That’s really more up to Marinette than me. I’d like to, but I’m not so sure about her,” he replied honestly.

Nino snorted. “I’m pretty sure she will,” he said, exchanging an amused look with Alya.

Adrien tried not to blush too obviously as he sat down. He’d figured out last night that he was the boy who Ladybug had been crushing on all this time. Which meant Marinette had been crushing on him and he’d never noticed. All the thoughtless things he’d done over the years made him want to cringe.

“Well, if she does I might need help planning another date,” Adrien said, looking hopefully at Alya.

“Sure. But honestly, it’s not really about what you do. Marinette would love any activity you plan,” Alya told him.

That was true. And honestly, he was probably past the point of being able to impress Marinette. She’d already seen him at his best and at his worst. If she didn’t want him, he didn’t think there would be much he could do to change her mind.

The door slid open again. Adrien’s head swiveled automatically and his heart skipped a beat when Marinette walked in. She looked tired until she caught his eye. Then a smile lit up her face and she walked over to him.

“Hi Adrien,” she said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. She was wearing her hair down today, along with a pair of denim shorts and a pink tank top.

A tank top Ladybug had also worn. God, Adrien really was stupid. It was a wonder that Plagg hadn’t just snapped and screamed the truth in his face. In fact, Adrien wondered if that might not have been Plagg’s next course of action had the date not made Adrien catch on.

“Hi,” he said, turning towards her. “Um... how are you?”

How are you? Could he be any more lame? There went any chance he had of pretending to be suave and/or cool. Adrien grimaced at himself and Marinette giggled.

“I’m okay,” she said, dropping a small paper bag on his desk. “That’s for you.”

“You brought me something?” Adrien said, unable to hide his surprise.

Marinette nodded. “It’s not much. But you can open it.”

He did so, finding three immaculate macarons and a slip of paper. Despite how tantalizing the dessert looked, he glanced at the paper first, eyes widening. In Marinette’s neat, curvy handwriting were the words:

‘Kitty, meet me tonight at our place?’

Adrien’s grip tightened on the paper and he glanced up to meet her eyes again. He didn’t know how, because Ladybug and Chat Noir had found lots of places over the years, but he intuitively knew she meant their hotel room.

It made sense. That was the place where they were guaranteed the most privacy. So long as no akuma attacks happened - and Adrien was desperately hoping that there wouldn’t be any - they would be able to talk.

He gave her a subtle nod and she nodded back before rounding the steps and moving up to her desk. Adrien became aware of Nino looking over his shoulder and hastily crumbled the paper, but as it turned out Nino couldn’t have cared less about the note.

“Macarons! And you didn’t bring any for us?” he cried, spinning around to stare at Marinette.

“What? No fair,” Alya chimed in, pasting on a pout.

Marinette grinned. “Chill out, you two. I didn’t bring you guys macarons, but Maman gave me four croissants on my way out the door. I might be persuaded to share...”

Alya and Nino began begging immediately, dramatically clasping their hands to their chests. Adrien joined in with his best set of kitty eyes. Marinette laughed again and shook her head, reaching down to grab her backpack. Three sets of eager eyes watched her take a wrapped napkin from her bag.

She distributed a warm croissant to each of them. Adrien barely held back an inappropriate moan as his teeth sank into the soft, buttery layers of pastry. But his expression must’ve spoke volumes because Marinette stared at him with pink cheeks.

“God that’s delicious,” Alya said with a happy sigh. “Gonna share your macarons, Agreste?”

“Yeah, share the wealth!” Nino said.

Adrien finished his croissant and shook his head. “Nope. Sorry. These are all mine.”

He pulled a macaron from the bag. It was chocolate with a pink filling of some kind. Aware that Marinette, Alya and Nino were watching him like hawks, he slowly bit into the macaron. Rich, creamy chocolate met his tongue first, followed by something sharper and tangier.

Adrien stopped chewing as realization hit him. He looked at Marinette. She smiled, slow and sexy, and winked.

Turned out chocolate and raspberry really did go well together.

[whyamistillwatchingtheseshows]

@elliesolis12 Here’s the fic you asked for. Did I name the children, Kitty and Rain just because I could? Yes, yes, I did (I also head canon that Mork and Sun would decide to adopt older children. Not sure they’d start from birth, either by adoption or from them with surrogates, but there is possibility for a third kid...hahaha, don’t mind me) Also, I have trouble gauging the age gap. For me, I’m comfortable with Rain and Mork being two years apart. Making Sun 4 years older than Mork, but six years older than Rain...it’s probably not the same as the show because in that Mork and Rain are probs the same age, but to me Mork has somehow acted older? So in the present we have 19 year old Rain, 21 year old Mork and 25 year old Sun. Let’s say...4-5 years have gone by. They’re married, adopted two kids and then.... and this is long so we gotta click the keep reading button. At least, it shows up on desktop. Don’t think it does on mobile. 

Sheesh, we really are catapulting over the angst with this: 

“Is Rain babysitting a good idea?” Sun asked Mork. 

“I can hear you!” He yelled from the living room as he was tackled to the floor by two kids. They giggled as they dog piled him. Things were going all right. Rain didn’t know what to expect. So far everything felt fine. “Just-” he groaned when a butt was in his face. He maneuvered the boy off him. “Hey! Rain! You can’t sit on my face.” The boy looked sad, but then he laughed. “Also, you’re big for a five year old. And you,” Rain whirled on Kitty who was about to put him in a “choke hold.” “You’re what? 3? No, I’m 6 and a half now.” Sun chuckled at the scene. 

“Well, we know where she gets the sass from.” 

“You!” Rain and Mork said in unison. Sun squinted his eyes and mocked them. 

“I’ve got this. You two can go on that date.” Rain shooed them away. They reluctantly left. Rain kept wrestling around with them and then he looked them square in the eye and asked, “What should we do now? Color? Watch a movie? Should we have cake for dinner?” Rain knew he’d probably feed them cake. There could be other food in the fridge, but for something years ago, (that the kids don't know about) Rain still held a grudge against his big brother.

--

“Where are we going?” Mork asked his husband. He could swear they were headed in the direction of the cafe. “Kitty and Manow should’ve closed up by now why are we going to Blue Sky?” 

“You’ll see.” Sun pursed his lips into a smile. 

--

“Kitty, give that crayon back to your brother!” Rain exclaimed. She gave him a glare. “Wow, you really are like P’Sun. Just give him back the crayon.” 

“But I want blue,” she retorted. Rain’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. 

“You can have blue after your brother finishes with it.” Rain sat pouting and then his uncle handed him back the crayon. “Finish your clouds and then give this to your sister.” Kitty gave Rain such a look that he suddenly asked himself would a six year old be capable of revenge? 

---

Sun opened the door to the cafe and he was caught by surprise as well. He didn’t think Kitty would go this far. The flower arrangements decorating the entire cafe were more beautiful than Sun would have imagined. Kitty even strung white lights. She really went to town. After all, when marriage laws actually passed she had a slew of weddings to plan, including his. 

“You planned this?” 

“I had help.” 

“No, shit,” Mork retorted. 

“Shall we?” Sun held out a chair for him. He went to the cafe kitchen and started making them dinner. Mork could swear. sometimes. that his husband radiated his own sunlight like a spotlight that followed him around. Perhaps that was the lens Mork chose to see him through. Dinner was placed before him. He smiled and they ate in silence. It took awhile to perfect that, but Mork was thankful for it. Sometimes Sun would talk and talk and talk. At the beginning, it was cute. Towards the middle it was dreadfully annoying and now...now, Mork sat pleased that his husband learned how to eat and talk.

“Is it good?” 

“It’s good.” Mork finished his last bite. “Let me make you something.” He took their dishes to the kitchen and placed them in the sink. Mork started up the espresso machine. Then he grabbed some whip cream, milk and cherries from the fridge. “Let’s see if I can re-create your first winning drink, Black Forest Cake or as I’ve coined it, over the years, MorkSun.” 

“Why do we have a couple’s name? It’s soo, bleh,” Sun admitted. 

“Oh, it is?” Mork smiled at him as he slowly dripped the espresso into the drink. 

“Don't forget the chocolate flavor,” Sun was now sitting at the order counter, admiring his husband work the kitchen like a pro. He did learn from the best barista for 3 years in a row, the last two years were finally swept from him by the barista at the Boss Cafe. Mork sat the finished drink in front of Sun. 

“You trust me, right?” 

“Of course.” Sun gave him a small kiss first and then picked up the drink.

---

“Kitty!” Rain exclaimed. “Get off that chair.” 

“I want the cookies Daddy Mork hides from Daddy Sun. They’re on top of the fridge.” 

“You could ask instead of climbing a chair?” Who is she? A fucking crazy ass combination of his big brother and best friend, that’s what. Rain would rather take his chances with the one named after him. Kitty stepped off the chair and put her hand on her hips. Rain was instantly reminded of when Sun gets serious and how he clasps his hands behind his back. “Can I have the cookies then?” 

No, is what Uncle Rain should’ve said, but he caved and handed the container of cookies to her. She merrily skipped to the couch and even shared them with her brother. 

“Wait a minute, what’s happening?” A hypnotized Rain blinked at them several times, feeling very confused and very played like the strings of a guitar. 

“We’re eating cookies. Thank you,” Kitty said. And...there’s his best friend’s cheeky grin. Oh, this is turning into a nightmare. 

---

The suspense was unnecessary but Mork went with it. Only for a minute. “Just drink it,” he begged. Sun smirked and took a sip. 

“Hmm, this might be better than when I make it.” 

“Ha, damn straight!” Mork felt proud. Then he saw it out of the corner of his eye. Sun swiped some whip cream off the top and reached out for Mork’s cheek. He let it happen and slowly backed himself toward the prep table. Sun gave him an eyebrow. Suddenly, whip cream covered his hair. 

“Okay,” Sun licked his lips. “That’s how we are going to play?” Mork only leaned in closer, elbows on the order counter. 

“Wipe this off first.” He points at his cheek. Sun licked it off instead. Mork merely smiled. 

“We could borrow the bathroom upstairs? That’s gonna take some work.” Mork. didn’t dare touch his husbands hair, but Sun had a different idea. He nuzzled himself into Mork’s cheek, wiping the whip cream on him as if he were the napkin.

“This is your fault.” Sun said as Mork squirmed away. “Follow me,.” he said as he jumped the order counter. Sun watched him swipes a rose from a vase. He glazed it across his cheek. Mork started for the stairs. In the beginning, they got so used to this stairwell. 

--

Finally, they were asleep. Rain felt pain in his neck. A pain he never had before. He’d wait a long time to be a parent. In fact, he might be okay with just a niece and nephew who he occasionally saw because then that meant the little brats weren’t always his responsibility. He loved them so much, but tonight they gave him a run for his money. He also means that literally. Kitty conned him. They were arguing and then suddenly Rain was handing her money. That girl has skills already and Rain couldn’t imagine what they will be like when she’s older. 

He reached for his phone to call Sun. No answer. “Come on. You guys said two hours. It’s been three. Pick up.” No answer. He tried Mork. No answer. “Great. Figures. What’d you expect Rain? It’s a date night, of course, they’re going to get busy.” He sighed. 

“Uncle Rain,” a little voice mumbles from the kitchen. “I am thirsty.” Sometimes, though, they are not twins, they seemed to act like such, because two seconds behind Kitty was Rain. 

“I am thirsty too,” he grumbles. Rain poured them glasses of water and once finished he walked them back to their rooms. He tucked in Rain and then went into Kitty’s room. As he finished, tucking in the blanket at all sides she murmured, “I love you, Uncle Rain.” He kissed her forehead. 

Who was Uncle Rain kidding? These kids had him wrapped around their fingers. 

---

“We should get back,” Sun started buttoning up his shirt. Mork stood behind him, burying lips into neck. Sun leaned into the touch, a hand gripping hair to press Mork’s lips closer to him. They reached up his jaw, to his cheek and Sun felt himself melting so he had to stop his husband. “Mork we should get back. We only told Rain a few hours. It’s approaching five hours now.” 

“Okay.” Mork agreed and started getting dressed. Soon enough, they had everything cleaned up and they were in the car. Mork made Sun drive with one hand. 

---

“About time! You know, everything was going great, but then they turn into little brats who made me feel like I’m too old for this!” Rain complained to Mork and Sun as soon as they opened the front door. “Kitty especially. That girl. I thought you had an attitude problem Sun, but damn.” 

“Did you just say you’re too old for this?” Mork gave him a confused look. “We’re barely passed 25, but your brother…he’s approaching 30.” Mork chuckled with an eyebrow wiggle. Rain laughed.

“It’s true, I guess we’re still on the young side.” He smiled at Mork. “I’m out. They’re asleep.” On his way to the door, Rain gave his brother a shoulder squeeze. Mork and Sun plopped onto the couch. Sun swung a leg over him and settled into his lap. Mork bit his lip as he caressed thighs. He then pressed hands up his back to bring Sun closer. Sun placed his lips within inches of his husband’s. “Home sweet home.” Mork gave him a small kiss. “I love you,” he whispered, grabbing one of Sun’s hands and giving it a kiss too.

“Oh, I love you more,” Sun teased. 

“More than coffee? More than the kids?” 

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Sun jokes. Cue the iconic eye roll. Sun shook his head. Mork tangled fingers into his hair and leaned their foreheads together. Sun caught his lips again, realizing it's been awhile since they had time alone. He’d treasure as much of this as possible, but he also couldn’t wait to hear the pitter-patter of feet down the hallway in the morning.

[the-shadow-of-atlantis]

It Wasn’t

Summary: Selina underestimated how much she cared

Tagging: @lizartgurl @thespacebuns @melyaliz @coffee-randomness @speedypan @gobydana

Read Earlier Parts Here

It wasn’t supposed to come this far, Selina thought as she waited for the light to turn green. The plan was simple she would date Bruce Wayne and just happen to target the rich he hung out with. She wasn’t supposed to be in this deep, but still she couldn’t help herself she couldn’t help but fall for him, and she couldn’t help but want to be there for Annabella.

~~~~~

“Hi Selina!” Annabella greeted with a smile when the door opened, she was carefully perched in Bruce’s arm.

Selina smiled back as she grabbed her coat and walked into the hallway.

“Hello kitten. Bruce.” She nodded and held onto Bruce’s free arm.

“I know a small place we can have lunch. Hopefully away from prying eyes.” Bruce said as they began to walk.

“Sounds good.”

“When can I see the kitties?” Annabella asked looking back at the door.

“After lunch sunshine.” Bruce said giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Okay.” Annabella mumbled as she tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

By the end of the day it was Annabella who had Selina caught. There was just something about that little girl that she couldn’t help but want to make happy. It was adorable seeing how Bruce would talk to her and make her be heard. It was heartwarming to see her walking around her apartment attempting to herd all the cats so she could hug them all at once.

~~~~~

Selina sighed as the light finally turned as she sped down the road. It wasn’t supposed to go this deep yet when she found out the truth she couldn’t help but stay.

~~~~~

“Hi Selina!” Annabella greeted cheerfully as she hopped into the apartment, she paused to tug on the bright blue leash that was attached to her cat.

“Come on Mr. Kitty, you’ll love the kitties here they’re very friendly.” Annabella encouraged the cat who was carefully sniffing the air as if expecting some sort of danger.

“Sorry, she insists on bringing him everywhere now that the leash came in.” Bruce explained as he stayed by the doorway.

“It’s alright, I like the little guy anyway.” Selina smiled watching as Mr. Kitty eyed the other cats warily.

“Are you sure you don’t mind watching her? I could just ask my assistant to look over her while I’m in the meeting.”

“Go.” Selina insisted. “She’ll have more fun here anyways.”

Bruce nodded before calling out to his daughter who came running back.

“I’ll be back at lunch time.” He said as he knelt down and kissed her cheek. “Be good sunshine.”

“Bye papa.” She hugged him and returned to her spot in the middle of the living room.

Selina busied herself with paper work as Annabella sang along to the kids show that was on. She helped Annabella color when she offered.

“Selina?” Annabella asked as Selina came back from the door holding the takeout that was ordered.

“Yes kitten?” She asked as she moved to the kitchen and began putting the food into plates, Bruce should be on his way over soon and even though she couldn’t cook to save her life she did know how to make takeout look presentable.

“Do you know Español?” Annabella asked focused on the show Dora that was playing as she pet Mr. Kitty who sat in her lap.

“Un poquito.” Selina admitted and heard Annabella gasp.

“Really?” She asked excitedly. “Yo también. Pero no tan… Good. I’m still learning.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“Yeah, papa says it’s good to learn more languages.” Annabella adjusted her hold on Mr. Kitty and focused back on the show.

Selina slightly frowned, she had heard rumors about Annabella’s mother but never thought much about them. Now she couldn’t help but be curious.

When Bruce showed up Annabella spent the entire time they are talking about what she did and showing her father the drawings. Bruce smiled as he listened occasionally asking her about what she drew or what she learned. When they finished Selina and Bruce stayed in the kitchen as Annabella went back to play.

“Thank you for watching over her, Alfred should be back tomorrow.” Bruce said.

“No problem, she’s a joy to have around.” Selina paused. “I’ve been meaning to ask, you never speak of her mother but I can’t help but wonder what she’d think about you having a girlfriend around your daughter.”

She studied Bruce carefully, he seemed to stiffen a bit and his gaze shot towards Annabella. She was distracted however apparently trying to teach small group of cats how to read.

“Her mother is not interested in her.” Bruce said bluntly making Selina look at him in shock. “I know what the tabloids say about my daughter, and I know you do not believe what they say. I met her mother once we had a night together I don’t remember much from it. I only found out about Annabella because her grandmother thought it be best if I knew of her. Her mother was going to give her up but I couldn’t let that happen, even more so when she was born early. Her mother may not want anything to do with her but Annabella is my world, I’d do anything to keep her safe.”

Selina stayed quiet as she watched the little girl play with the cats. She remembered how quickly the small girl latched on to her since that night. Selina was in too deep but at the same time she wasn’t sure she wanted to get out.

~~~~~

Gotham wasn’t the right place to raise a child. Selina thought as she pulled into the parking lot and ran out cursing as the cold rain came down on her. She knew first hand about Gotham and so did Bruce. This place was toxic it sucks the innocent out of everyone. Yet Annabella seemed to almost be immune to it, she just brought so much good into everything. No matter how much certain people tried to bring her down there were still those that would be there to defend her.

~~~~~

Selina was watching Annabella who was trying to reach the little food on the table that was laid out.

“She eats so much.” She heard a woman say a couple feet next to her, if Selina could hear them she knew Annabella could too.

“That girl is gonna be fat if she keeps it up.”

“And so messy too. Absolutely no manners.”

Selina took a long sip of her champagne. Annabella had gotten her hands on a little ball of food but was munching on it with a sad face. Selina was about to walk over but stopped when she saw a pretty blonde woman kneel down next to the young girl that she recognized from some magazine covers.

“Hello.” She smiled sweetly and Annabella smiled back.

“Hi Cici.”

“Whatcha eating?” Cici asked.

“I thought it was the bread with chocolate but this one tastes funny.” Annabella pouted at the food in her hand.

“You got the crab stuffed one.” Cici laughed as she looked at the table.

She grabbed a napkin so Annabella could get rid of the cursed food and gave her the one she was reaching for.

“Here eat an extra one for me.” Cici said handing her another one shooting a small glare at the women next to Selina. “I love your hair.”

“Thanks.” Annabella’s face lit up. “Selina did it. She’s good with hair.”

Cici looked up and Selina waved.

“I see, why don’t you go back to Selina, don’t want to give your dad another scare now do you?”

“Okay, bye Cici.” Annabella waved and hopped back to Selina.

Selina gave Cici a small smile and a nod as she picked up Annabella, Cici nodded back and turned to mingle with the rest. Bruce showed shortly after.

“Papa can we go to McDonalds? The food here tastes funny.” Annabella wrinkles her nose a bit, making Bruce chuckle.

“Sure sunshine I could use a burger myself. Selina?”

“I’m in.” Selina said giving a sly smile to the women who were glaring at them now.

~~~~

“I’m here to see Annabella Wayne.” Selina panted as she reaches the front desk. “She was admitted a couple hours ago.”

The woman at the front desk blinked up at Selina a bit startled by her appearance.

“Ms. Kyle?” A familiar voice said.

Selina turned and found Alfred standing outside the little gift shop with a coffee.

“It’s alright Miss she’s with me.” Alfred said to the woman at the desk.

Alfred handed her his jacket and began to lead her through the halls.

“Is she okay?” Selina asked.

“She’s fine now. Sleeping but she did give us a bit of a scare.”

“I thought it was just a small cough.” Selina rubbed her face. “I should have mentioned it sooner.”

“It’s alright Ms. Kyle we thought the same too until her fever kicked in.” Alfred sighed. “Turns out she has broncitis, which has triggered her asthma immensely.”

Selina nodded as the continued through the halls. Alfred stopped in front of a room and ushered Selina to enter. The lights were dimmed but she could see Annabella laying in the bed with a mask over her head. Curled up next to her was her cat Mr. Kitty who lifted his head up when the door opened once he saw it was just Selina he put his head back down and closed his eyes.

“Selina.” Bruce said standing up from the chair he was sitting in. “What-“

“I got worried after you called I had to see how she was doing.” She said as she approached him and gave him a hug. She felt his shoulders relax a bit.

“She’s fine now though she’s going to have to be in here for a couple of days.” Bruce explained, Selina nodded.

“Sir I do suggest you get something to eat now.” Alfred spoke up.

“Go.” Selina urged. “I’ll stay with her.”

Bruce seemed to contemplate it for awhile but gave in.

“I wont be long.” He said kissing Selina’s forehead, he stroked Annabella’s cheek before finally leaving the room along with Alfred who said would bring her a coffee.

Selina sat down at the chair Bruce had been occupying and scooted closer to Annabella’s bed. She stroked the little girls hair out of her face and smiled.

“I honestly never pictured myself to get so attached to someone like your father.” She whispered. “I defiantly never pictured to be so attached to you, but your so special its hard not to. You’re such an amazing and smart girl I cant wait to see what you’ll do. I want to promise you that I’ll always be there for you, but I’m honestly scared to promise that. I’m scared to promise anything because I think eventually my luck will run out. But I can promise one thing, I promise that I will protect you, maybe not to the extent that your father does, but I will be here to keep you safe. After all I always look after my little kittens.”

After a couple of minutes Annabella stirred letting out a small cough, groaning she rubbed her eyes and looked around.

“Selina?” She whispered before coughing again, Mr. Kitty got up and began licking her cheek as if trying to make her feel better.

“Hey shh little kitten your okay.” Selina said as she rubbed her arm.

“You came.” She said with a smile as she pet Mr. Kitty on the head.

“Of course I had to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m okay. Just tired.”

“Go back to sleep then little kitten. Your daddy and I will be here when you wake up.” Selina whispered giving Annabella a small kiss on her forehead as the little girl slowly fell back asleep.

[cultkaneko]

first aid kiss. || andy kang

dedication : @tooturntzorah

summary : andy gets a little scuffed up at basketball practice and mc (devon) patches him up.

warnings : fluff and maybe a little blood, light swearing.

Happy - NeverShoutNever

note : ugghh i feel like this is crap. but it’s the first time publishing anything so bare with me. i couldn’t really find a gif for what i was trying to convey in this one-shot but i thought it was cute so i put it. also i never romanced andy before so sorry if he’s ooc or anything and in my head i imagined this as one of my mc’s who was male with the long hair but i made them neutral with the default name since i wasn’t asked anything specific. i also kind of got this idea from a fan art drawing of andy but i forget where i saw it. x

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‘What the hell am i reading?’ Devon thought to themself as they flipped through one of Cora’s journals, looking for a way, just a sliver of a chance to save their friend Noah.

They sat crisscrossed on the cold metal bleachers of Weschester High School, hair tied back in a bun even though many loose strands draped down in their eyes. Eyes that danced across foreign script and strange symbols with each withered page of the leather-bound journal.

Glancing up and huffing a stray strand of hair from their eyes. They were back in this godforsaken school gymnasium solely to watch their boyfriend, the great Kind g Kang, practice basketball, catching up on the year he missed after being injured in the attack of the previous year. Their eyes meet Andy’s for a brief moment and a soft smile spread across their face. Devon absolutely adored him, and he looked so at home and happy here getting to play basketball with Tom especially now that everyone on the team respected him. Maybe with a little help and good natured threatening on their part.

Gaze shifting back down to the pages in front of them, Devon furrowed their brows as if to force themself to understand the contents of the book. They pushed up to sleeves of their jacket that most definitely wasn’t their boyfriend’s varsity jacket. Because Devon definitely played sports.

Lost in thought for a solid few minutes Devon focused intently though their mind began wander first to the date Andy and them had planned for after his practice then to other mysteries this town might hold.

Shaking their head as if the clear those thoughts away they looked up again searching for their one anchor in this world. But scanning over the court yielded no results, Andy wasn’t there. Devon met Tom’s goggle covered eyes and tilted their head as if to ask where the boy had gone. He just jerked his thumb in the direction of the locker rooms with a slight nod, indicating the whereabouts of his best friend.

Getting up immediately and tucking the journal under there arm they hopped along the bleachers and made their way to the dark green door of the boys locker room. Pushing the unnecessarily heavy door up they step in searching for their boyfriend.

“Andy? You in here?” they called out softly. Slight worry crossing their features. Was his leg hurting him again? They told him not to work himself too hard. Of course there’s no stopping Andy from putting 120% effort into literally everything he does, which includes dates, Devon wasn’t going to complain about that part though.

“Dev? What are you doing in here.” Andy as if he was startled by their voice. His words sounding slightly muffled. They turned the corner to see the raven haired boy standing in front of the sinks mirror, holding a damp paper towel up to his lips.

“Oh my god, are you okay?!” Devon rushed over to him. Turning him with a light push on his shoulder. Blood soaked a bit through a damp paper towel he held to his lip.

Andy lowered the napkin, revealing a bloodied split lip and gash along the lower part of his jaw. Despite the injury though he stood there deep brown eyes looking into Devon’s with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

Devon didn’t realise how tease they had become, they only notice after their boy visibly relaxed but their eyes were still laced with concerned. A light giggle escaped there lips and they shook their head.

“Why are your smiling like that?” they asked with a much less serious tone. Instinctively reaching for the paper towel in his hand.

“Does this make me look tough?” he grinned letting out a awkward chuckle in an attempt to not open to wound on his lip any further.

“I cannot believe you,” Devon exhaled with an exasperated laugh, what are they going to do with this boy. “You do know you kicked serious monster ass last year, right? You don’t need a busted lip too look tough.” they rolled there eyes but gave a playful wink.

They grabbed Andy’s had leading him over to over of the bright red benches having him set down followed by them straddling the bench and reaching into their bag to dig for the little plastic baggy of first aid supplies they always carried around with them now. Andy had a habit of getting himself scuffed up quite a bit.

“Dev, it’s really nothing just a little scratch-“ they shut him up with a quite but soft peck on the lips whilst opening the baggy to pull out a bandage and an anti-septic wipe. A sweet smile danced upon their lips.

“You’re lucky i love you,” they retorted “and that have so much experience with first aid.”

Ripping off the top of the wipes package and pulling it out they dabbed at the gash on the top of his slightly chapped lips and the gash over his jaw line. He winced softly but was calmed by a tender thumb trancing over the cut and down the side of his jaw.

“Damn, i’m gonna get a cut of my own on that jawline.” Devon joked. starting to peel open to bandage to put on Andy’s chin.

“You are so weird.” he laughed out.

“But you love me.” they retorted tapping a finger on the tip of his very adorable nose.

“Unfortunately.” he spoke with a sweet sarcasm in his voice. But saying him loving Devon was a major understatement, he was full on head-over-heels for the amazing person in front of him.

Devon scrunched up their nose with a pursed smile and jokingly pushed at his shoulder.

“You know what?” Devon reached into the bag once again, “Just for that, you’re getting a Hello Kitty Band-Aid.” they giggled with mischief.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Andy snatched their wrist. They slipped their had to interlace finger with him waving their joined hands around happily.

“Fine, neon green it is,” They smiled up removing there hand from his grip to gently place the bandage on his jaw.

They straighten up their body placing a butterfly kiss on his nose, then his jaw, then the corner of his lips, finally landing directly on his lips, for a tender kiss. Andy reached his hand up to their hair brushing stray strands behind their surprisingly cold ears.

Pulling back the couple left their foreheads together smiling like two teenage idiots in an empty locker room.

“All better,” Devon grinned placing one last kiss on his lips and pulling back fully to look at him fully. He stuck his tongue a bit in a teasing way and they both chuckled in that cliche way that people that are utterly in love do.

“What even happened?” They asked tilting their head with curiosity.

“Oh. Emmet Sullivan, elbowed me in the face.” Andy answered nonchalantly as if it was a common occurrence.

At that Devon’s eyes widened the narrowed like a snake ready for prey. The once cold tips of their ears were now a bright shade of red, which spread across the bridge of their nose. Like some sort of instant sun burn or something. Andy thought it was kind of cute though.

“Guess i gotta go kick some ass then,” Devon stood up abruptly, fully prepared to fight this kid. No One. Messes with their boyfriend.

As they were about to step over the bench to storm out of the locker room, Andy grabbed their wrist. A soft laugh escaped his pink lips as he rolled his eyes pulling Devon back down onto the bench with a thump.

“As much as i find your feistiness extremely attractive,” he began with a smirk, “but it was honestly accident.” he chuckled, “he actually apologised like a million times, i think he feared for his life.”

“He better.” Devon said with a smug smile, “Tell Sullivan one more slip up from him and he’s getting curb stomped”

Andy smiled crashing his lips to theirs with a passion. They melted into embrace but Devon pulled back suddenly.

“Ah you’re so sweaty.” They giggled, scrunching up their nose playfully.

“Oh shut up,” Andy spoke back, pulling them back in for a few more kisses before going back to finish his practice.

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[the--sad--hatter]

Name Changing (11)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, X-MEN, DEADPOOL

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  Sequel to Name Calling After merging with your bloodthirsty alternate personality things start getting a little dicey. You’ve got two decades worth of anger to sort through, a feral mutation to figure out how to live with, a biological father who you hate trying to teach you control and if your wedding planner suggests teal for the bridesmaids again you might just eat her liver.

Luckily you have Bucky Barnes by your side, helping you figure things out. What Bucky doesn’t know is that you have found an outlet for the uncontrollable rage, one that absolutely nobody can know about. If your friends and family knew that you were out slaughtering people in the dead of night while they slept, they might be a little annoyed. Wade Wilson is happy to keep your secret though, so long as you keep bribing him with Mexican food. 

For as long as you could remember, all you had wanted was to be good. Now you’re seeing the temptation in the darkness.

Chapter Eleven - The Stags 

While you were living it up in Vegas, the Stag Party was enjoying a sophisticated steak dinner at a private restaurant in Brooklyn.

It was a good thing Tony was paying, because between Thor, Steve, Bucky and Parker, at least two full cows had been eaten.

“Alright, attention please. All eyes on me.” Tony announced.

Loki, Thor, Steve, Bruce, Vision, Peter, Clint and Bucky obliged the eccentric billionaire.

“I just wanted to be the centre of attention for a moment because the next few days are going to be all about my child.” Tony joked.

“It is a privilege of any parent to be outshone by their offspring.” Thor said sagely.

“Speech!” Peter called.

“Groom, you wanna take this?” Tony asked.

Bucky looked around at the expectant faces and took a deep breath.

“Seventy years ago I would chase down any skirt in the hopes of finding ‘the one’. It never occurred to me that she was waiting for me at the other end of a long and difficult journey. There are things about the journey I would change if I could.” He said, glancing at Tony.

“But she once told me that all the pain she went through, she wouldn’t change because it might mean she didn’t end up on the path that led her to me. I would take away every bit of her pain if I could but I wouldn’t change mine and risk loosing her.” He finished.

“You truly do love her.” Loki said with no small amount of wonderment.

“More than anything.” Bucky agreed.

Loki fixed his expression into one of boredom.

“Well congratulations Brother Barnes, I’m sure you and your love shall be very happy.” Loki toasted.

“And may they be blessed with many strong healthy children!” Thor added.

Tony choked on his scotch and spat it out across the table.

“NO! Absolutely not! My baby is not having a baby!” He spluttered.

“I believe it is her choice as it is her womb, regardless of well wishes or her fathers instructions.” Loki sniped.

“I’m with Mr Loki.” Peter agreed.

“Well it’s not as if they don’t get enough practice in.” Clint sniggered.

“No they don’t!” Tony shrieked.

“Stark, what do you think they’re doing that they keep needing to replace the bedframe?” Clint asked.

“She’s jumping up and down on the bed, she’s whimsical like that.” Tony insisted.

“She’s jumping on something.” Steve interjected and after a moment of shock that it was the Captain who had said it, everyone except Tony and Bucky started laughing.

Bucky looked deeply uncomfortable and Tony looked like he was torn between being sick and leaping across the table to throttle Bucky.

“Barnes, a word?” Tony said, standing up and throwing his napkin down on the table.

Bucky wordlessly got up and followed Stark outside. Tony put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the sky like he was searching the stars for the right words to say.

“It wouldn’t have mattered if it wasn’t you who killed them. Hydra would have found another way. It’s taken me a long time to fully come to terms with that. So I’m going to say this once, only once and know that I mean it. I forgive you.” Tony said.

Bucky didn’t know what to say and his eyes started to sting as the weight of Tony’s words settled over him.

“Stark... I can’t change what I did but you have to know that I am in control now and I swear, I will never hurt her.”

“I know. I’m not going to threaten you, I don’t need to. I know you love her.” Tony said.

There was a moment of silence between them before Tony clapped his hands together.

“Well, that’s over. Let’s never do this heart to heart thing ever again ok?”

“Agreed.”

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“A strip club? Really?”Tony asked, amused.

“Don’t blame me for this one. It was Sam, he insisted.”Steve defended himself.

“So you’re the man who’s marrying our favourite little Kitten?” One of the dancers said, eyeing Bucky.

“Your favourite kitten? As in my daughter? You know my daughter.” Tony checked.

“Oh yeah, Deathwave’s a regular. She’s a great tipper.”

“She’s a what now?” Clint asked, beyond amused.

Bucky shrugged at Steve when his friend turned to him with a scandalised expression.

“Pal, I’m long past being shocked by my future wife’s behaviour.” He told the blonde.

Steve turned helplessly to Tony who also shrugged.

“She’s a Stark.”He said as if it explained everything.

“So Sam sent us to a stripclub that the bride frequents?” Clint laughed, holding his ribs as he realized how devious the Falcon had been.

“Uh, why is Parker here?” Steve asked.

“Strip Club’s are 18+ and he’s 18, he just can’t drink.” Tony answered, sounding very lawyer like.

“Gentlemen, let us begin the festivities in earnest.” Thor boomed, coming over with six large pitchers of beer.

“Brother, did you not think to get drinks for our friends?” Loki asked.

Thor had the grace to look sheepish and everyone was to amused to see Bucky clap Loki on the shoulder in pride for calling them his friends.

“You know, if I can find love after everything, you might just have a chance.” Bucky said with a smirk.

Loki rolled his eyes and pulled a flask from his pocket and passed it to Bucky.

“Do not make me regret befriending you Barnes.”

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“Let me tell you something, if you told me I’d be getting drunk with Loki to celebrate my child marrying Barnes....” Tony slurred and seemed to forget he was supposed to finish the sentence as he trailed off and his jaw dropped.

Peter and Loki turned around to see what he was looking at and saw Steve Rogers, Captain America sat at a booth on the other side of the club, laughing uproariously, a woman tucked under each arm.

“I’ve had to much to drink. I’m hallucinating.” Tony whispered.

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“Go Parker!” Clint yelled.

“Someone’s is filming this right?” Clint checked.

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“Buck.” Steve yelled, throwing his arm around his friends shoulders.

“Stevie.” Buck greeted, laughing at Steve’s inebriated state.

“I’m proud of you Buck. You found her, your girl and you went for it. You didn’t wait, you just went for it. I’m so proud of you.” Steve said, heartfelt despite the drunkeness.

“I didn't have a choice Steve, I really didn't. I need her.” Bucky admitted, not entirely sober himself.

“She’s a good girl and you better treat her right Punk.” Steve warned.

“Are you threatening me?” Bucky huffed in amusement.

“What? No, I’m warning you pal. She’ll obliterate you of you hurt her. That girl has a temper.” Steve chuckled.

Bucky laughed uproariously at the sheer honesty in the statement.

“I think Peggy would have loved her.” Steve said a little sadly.

“They would have been friends. Terrifying for the two of us though.” Bucky agreed and the two chuckled in bittersweet amusement.

“Hey, can you turn that up please?” Steve asked, pointing at the TV screen.

They all gradually turned to look at the screen.

“I’m live here in Las Vegas where The Avenger, Deathwave was celebrating her Hen Party until a few short moments ago when she entered into a deadly battle with Deadpool.” The reporter said and the camera focused on two figures on a rooftop behind her.

Bucky grasped the edge of the bar tightly as he watched Deadpool impale you with two Katanas. You headbutted the merc and pulled the blades out of your body and threw them aside.

Black veins rippled up your arms but before you could blast Deadpool he pulled out two guns and fired at you repeatedly. Your body jerked violently and you stumbled backwards, teetering precariously close to the edge of the roof.

The bar splintered under Bucky’s hand as he was forced to watch helplessly as you fell over the edge and plummeted towards the ground.

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This chapter was an absolute bitch to get out, I struggled with the worst case of writers' block I have ever had with it. Eventually, I realized it wasn't going to get any better and I needed to move on. For those wanting more heartfelt stuff, the reason there isn't more is because it's all in the actual wedding chapters (part of what made this so difficult). I'm somewhat pleased with what I eventually wrote and I hope you are as well.

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Prompts

WWR - Coping

It’s Christmas and I hate it. I hate that it’s hard to sleep outside. I hate that everyone else is happy. I hate that I have no money. I hate that all my jobs are like, five hundred times more tragic if anyone dies. I hate that the town centers become fucking impossible to navigate, swarmed by hordes of holiday shoppers. I hate that pubs become crowded with work parties, club parties, family get togethers. 

Izzy or a various Mossberg would let me crash on their couch all month, if I wanted to. I don’t know why I can’t stand it. Their kindness makes me want to scratch my skin off. I want to grab them and shake them and tell them to stop it, I don’t deserve it. Now more than ever, knowing the things I know.

It’s getting tiring, I’ll admit. I’m not taking a punch as well as I used to. I’m not sure what’s less willing, the body or the spirit. I guess death might do that to a person. I feel my old aches and scars all the more and I’m terrified the next injury won’t be able to be held together. The knowledge that I’m pretty sure that demon blood would be a hell of a pick me up is not, in fact, useful.

I can’t stop smoking. One after another, whenever I’m outside or somewhere they don’t care what I do. The smoke is warm and I’m cold all the time now. I listen to a lot of music and pretend I’m somewhere else. Somebody else. Somebody in a story where pain means something, good guys are always good and bad guys die at the end. I like those stories, though I’ll always scoff at them outloud. I like them and I think they’re dangerous. Teaching kids the world is fair is the biggest mistake you can make.

God, I wish things were different. I don’t know how to make them different.

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CC - Interminable Waiting 

One thing Saimon was not, was patient. Paimon’s love for action and Sam’s hatred of inefficiency had combined to make one very antsy creature. However, their capacity for amusing themselves had improved tenfold. When one saw the beauty in everything and pleasure in every sensation, it was easy enough to find something to do.

The snow was cold and hurt his hands as he moulded it. It went under his nails and numbed the sensation in his fingertips. He paid it no mind. Frankie was having a conversation with a normal person and was therefore too occupied to remind him that this body could be fragile. He looked up to check that the Not-Maid hadn’t hit his Magician again and content that she hadn’t and content he could continue his work, he resumed his sculpting. He was trying to recreate a scene from Sam’s (His) memory. Something from a muddy muddy field, surrounded by gunfire and metal. Saimon’s memory flickered back here often, though no longer through fear. He examined it from new angles, investigating it with a childlike curiosity. He saw things in it now he had never noticed before. The way shrapnel could form petals in deadly flowers. The way footprints could fill up with water along which small insects thrived. The way blood splattered in complex patterns that told stories if you knew how to read them.

The man Saimon was trying to sculpt had been a friend. A close one. There were memories of lying close together in a bunk bed, of postcards exchanged. And now he had died with a bayonet through his throat, blood filling his lungs, drowning him. The Part Of Him Which Was Sam ached and The Part Of Him Which Was Paimon licked his wounds, soothing him. Look, together they would change the memory, make it into something more. Make it into something other than death and destruction. Make it into another emotion, another experience they could call on. He stepped back from his work, proud. That was about when the shouting started.

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Comicbook sci-fi: First Date

“So, uh, do you do this often?” Kitty looked up from playing with her napkin, eyebrows flying up towards her fringe. “Oh, no, not at all. I’m quite busy, you know, with the whole - “ “Being a superhero thing.” Dylan grinned, nodding. “It’s really quite the time sink. And not even with the exciting stuff.” Kitty breathed out a relieved sigh, a little of the tension going out of her shoulders. “God, yes. If someone had told me how hard it is to get blood stains out of spandex, I would have made the damn suit out of cotton.”  “Dry cleaning bills are like, eighty percent of my outgoings right now. And it’s not like saving kittens from trees or CEOs from vats of acid actually pays that much. Do you have a side hustle?” Kitty nodded. “It’s kinda embarassing but I run a blog, reviewing mattresses. It’s weirdly well paid and I tend to burn through them pretty quickly, tossing them out of windows for people to land on and stuff.” “No, that’s clever. I do comicon and stuff, charge people for photographs. Which feels kinda skeevy but I figure if it goes into me not dying of starvation then I can save people and it all kind of loops round, you know?” Kitty made a noise of agreement. “Is that how you met Sophie?” “Nah. We met when I caught her falling.” “From a building?” “Surprisingly no. Set of stairs in her bank. She recognised me but her sister is a supe so she doesn’t get that weirdness about it a lot of people do. We hang out a lot. How do you know her?” “Childhood friends. Been playing together in the sandpit since we were tiny.” “Cute.” “Very. She’s called dibs on maid of honour. I’m convinced that’s why she’s setting me up. She just really wants the dress.” Dylan snorted inelegantly, almost choking on her wine. At this inopportune moment, the waiter appeared, gently depositing their meals in front of them with a flourish. Dylan raised an eyebrow as she mopped her lap free of wine. “Can you tell I don’t get out much?”

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DuD -  Wine and bitching

Lance crossed his legs, getting more comfortable on the luxurious couch. He enjoyed Charity’s taste immensely, not just in certain activities, but her surroundings too. You could very almost see why his teasing of calling her a Rogue Trader had a basis. He picked up the bottle of amasec and served her another glass, pouring himself one too immediately after. He had clearly picked up the habit of service several hours earlier and had not quite yet shaken the urge.

But he was relaxed now, comfortable and cheerful. Nothing had changed, true to his word about despising emotions. This stage of the evening was dedicated to a different form of entertainment, as friends. No soppy gazes or embarassed glances as he left the bedroom. Instead he sprawled out in his binder and boxers, enjoying a dissection of the mission just gone.

It was clear that there were few things Lance Durovera hated more than sheer incompetence. Frustration leaked into his voice once or twice, though mostly he seemed both amused and amazed at several fuck ups, very almost spilling his amasec in animated gesturing. He spoke highly of everyone from the Chaser retinue and rather bedgrudgingly of Cassidy, who he had clearly adopted as a child-in-law. He happily joked about his own failures (death not excepted), to mask a very clear high standard he had for himself. 

The bitching mellowed as the amount of drink consumed increased. He asked questions of Charity, advice for navigating the Inquisition, anecdotes she found funny. He shared a little about his mother and a little about his time with Purge and a lot about his fighter. He listened when (if?) she shared back.

It was easy to forget that this growing friendship was between two very dangerous people. Even easier to forget that when they fell asleep, mid- conversation, like children at a sleepover.

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DuD - Mischief  

Lance peeked around the edge of the doorframe. He had already taken off his shoes, so his footsteps would be near silent. It was not even nearly his first rodeo. He had learnt tricks almost as quickly as his father had learnt to counter them. And he was always on higher alert around Candlemas.

But at the moment he heard the soft tones of his parents talking in his mother’s study. Plus it was well past his bedtime. Inching the door open fully, he sprinted across the hallway and into the living room, clicking that door shut behind him. It was decorated beautifully. Candles were on every surface, throwing exciting shadows that jumped and moved with every flicker. On the table in the center of the room, presents were stacked. Candlemas presents were usually practical to some degree and therefore boring. But his birthday presents, well, they could be exciting.  He looked for the ones wrapped in silver paper instead of red or gold. Lance picked up a solid square, shaking it gently. It sounded heavy but not breakable. He hoped it was a dataslate, one of the new ones from Castellum. He’d been wanting one for years, something he could study on, inspecting blueprints and the like. He used his nail to start edging the paper open. He didn’t even hear the door open. He did however, feel himself being scooped up and held upside down by the ankle.  “Hello mother.” He tried. “Hello Lance.” She said, pleasantly enough. “Having a good evening?” “Oh yes. I just wanted a drink of water.” “And yet the kitchen is the other side of the apartment and you didn’t call for a maid.” “Interesting.” “I thought so.” She deposited him on the ground in a small heap and he scrambled to his feet. “Shall we put you back to bed, before you get yourself into trouble?” “I think that would be for the best.” “Me too. Glad we agree.” She picked him up again, but this time balancing him on her hip as she moved back to his room. As always, he was somewhat in awe of her, studying her face and making note of any new scars or marks. He was especially awestruck as she was home for his birthday. Which never happened. She was always away or too busy buried in work to spend much time with him. He would treasure tomorrow. For always. He was put into bed and with a stern look he closed his eyes. Tomorrow would come sooner if he slept.

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DuD: Master of Humankind   

In some of his darker dreams, he saw himself. He saw himself on a throne. He saw himself with a crown. He saw himself with glittering eyes and a handsome but cruel face. He saw him bending the laws of reality with ease, the material world meaning nothing, nothing at all. There were no creatures that could challenge him. Not humans, not void born, not xenos. He was special.

Of course he knew it was his vanity being indulged. The disgraced Durovera, finally being recognised for his brilliance. Finally trusted, finally listened to, finally given all he wanted. Given power, given a kingdom. He wasn’t actually sure what he wanted beyond this - it’s not like his material wants and needs were often denied. It was all in his head, as usual.

He woke from these dreams, having bitten his lip until it bled, specks of blood marring his pillow. He touched his fingers to the wound, dream like. He couldn’t tell if these dreams were all his or if something was hissing into his ear. Both, most likely. Not for the first time, he wished his mother was here. It had always been her he ran to with night terrors. He couldn’t imagine anything not being frightened of her. She had taken him entirely seriously and tucked a pistol under his pillow when returning him to bed. He still had it now, still under his pillow.

Sleep was getting hard these days.