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Ch.28:  Lost

Pairings: Barry Allen x OFC

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Sirens wailed through the streets of Central City. A pair of criminals thought they could get away with a clean heist if they had anything to say. Their car made a swift swerve onto the opposite street and revved up on the engines, leaving the policemen to try and catch up by doing faulty turns.

"We lost them!" The one driving cackled and prepared for a much smoother ride.

Mistake number one.

Tendrils of vines had sprouted from the ground and wrapped around one street pole to the next at the crossing area. The car was forced to come to an abrupt stop in a halfway swerve.

The Tempest dropped in on the driver's side, startling the man, and shattered the window with a small force of wind. "Mind if we talk?" She didn't wait for the answer and yanked the man out.

On the other side, the Azalea formed from her vines. She opened the car simply and flashed a smile. "You better come out now or you'll be guest to my lovely poison." She gently blew air to the side and allowed the man to see the pink mist form a small azalea. "Beautiful but deadly."

Soon, the police cars had caught up with them. As they exited their cars, Azalea and the Tempest each pulled out the criminals and pushed them forwards.

"All yours," the Azalea grinned before making her exit with the Tempest.

~ 0 ~

"That was four heists in one night - what the hell is with these people?" Nina demanded to know as soon as she and Belén returned to STAR Labs and changed out of their suits.

"That is the night shift," Belén patted her friend's arm and went by the desk. "Please tell me Shivhan was able to get the other robbery under control and that we're done," she had leaned down beside Cisco.

"So far so great," Cisco was happy to report.

"Great," Belén sighed with relief. "We did it."

"It's never going to be finished," Harry came out of the side room, making everyone groan. They knew what was coming. "This temporary duo isn't gonna last very long before someone figures things out."

"No, they won't," Belén narrowed her eyes on him. "The people don't care who they see, so long as someone helps them."

"Really?" Harry tilted his head. "You don't think someone's gonna question why all of a sudden this uncommon meta-"

"I am well known!" Nina argued.

"Not like the Flash is," Harry corrected. "You usually make two rounds per month and now suddenly you're everywhere and the Flash isn't? People aren't that stupid."

"Have you seen the internet lately?"

"Okay," Cisco purposely talked loud. "Without Barry's speed, this is the best solution."

"Actually, I beg to differ," Harry pointed.

"Oh God, you started it again," Belén mumbled to Cisco under her breath.

Because Harry had started yet again on his tangent of his new, fascinating idea. "I think a better idea, instead of just playing around, would be to rebuild the particle accelerator to get Barry's speed back."

"You know, I think about that idea all the time and I still can't figure out on what planet would that be considered good one?" Belén sarcastically thought. "I mean, it's not like there was an explosion or something like that - oh wait, there was!"

"Not to mention, last time we tried something like that, we blew a hole in the universe and created, like, 50 portals to your Earth," Cisco added. "Which is exactly how Zoom and his henchmen got here in the first place."

Harry hated to repeat himself on something so simple. He wasn't asking them to jump blindly into something. He did his research, he knew exactly what to do yet the idea was just being thrown away. "I told you. I know how to contain the explosion."

"You know how to contain a dark matter explosion that, last time, just radiated all of Central City?" asked a seriously doubtful Cisco.

"Look, I have your Wells's data. The Harrison Wells from this Earth, I have his science. I know what chemicals need to be in Barry's body. I know how the lightning needs to bond with the dark matter from the particle accelerator explosion. I can recreate the circumstances to get you his speed back."

But still no one agreed.

"Cisco, you think you could open up a portal to Earth 38?" Belén huffed after Harry had left.

"No, why?"

"Because my adoptive daughter is also a speedster and she could help us right about now," Belén shook her head and decided to go find Barry. She had a pretty good idea of where he was.

~ 0 ~

"No, we need to kick-start the cells in her body—"

"Yes, but we need to identify the cells that are failing to regenerate—"

"Right except that—"

"I am properly scared," Belén made her presence known before Barry and Jesse went further with their argument. The two in question looked at her with slightly wide eyes. "See, this is why I don't do science. It leads to arguing."

"It's fine," Jesse playfully rolled her eyes. "We're just having trouble agreeing on the right way to go about this cure. I'm sure Caitlin would have known better."

"We're just stressed," Barry spoke up. "But you're doing fine. Thanks, Jesse."

Jesse took the compliment with a smile. "I'll see you guys tomorrow, then."

After Jesse left, Belén noticed there were several more pictures and tools set up for the apparent cure which meant they were advancing despite Caitlin's absence. "So, is progress being made?"

"Yeah, I suppose," Barry rubbed the back of his neck. "We're just having trouble finding the right way to actually stabilize Datura." Which was basically everything.

"I thought that's where I would come in," Belén pointed at herself, slightly confused.

"Well, yes, but it's like a jigsaw puzzle, you know?" Barry took her to the clear board where both Belén's and her doppelganger's profiles were set up. "We need to figure out how your cells could fit to regenerate your doppelganger's. We also need to take into consideration which of your doppelganger's cells belong to which power she owns."

"Sounds complicated," Belén shook her head.

"Kind of, but not impossible."

"Okay but does that mean you won't be coming home with me?" Belén latched onto his arm and sarcastically batted her eyelashes at him. "Or am I going to have to fight other-me for you?"

Barry laughed and patted his hand over hers placed on his arm. "Never." Belén turned them to leave, then. "Is Harry still out there?"

Belén groaned. They both were tired of hearing Harry's incessant idea. Belén suspected was why Barry all of a sudden secluded himself in Cisco's workshop, to get away from the the madman trying to rebuild the Particle Accelerator.

~0~

It was midday when Detectives Green and West were called to Mercury Labs for a break-in. Dr. McGee led them into the security camera footage while telling the detectives it was just tiresome to have go through this all over again.

"It didn't even seem like this thief cared she was caught on video," she said as the security team worked to bring the videos up.

"Why do you say that?" Joe asked. Even he was slightly confused since nearly every meta doing thievery at least tried to take down the security cameras before committing their crime.

"Take a look," McGee gestured as one video popped up.

A tall ginger woman walked into the middle of the room and smiled directly at the camera. She wiggled her fingers and even blew them a kiss.

Veronica's blood went cold at the sight of Poison Ivy. The meta went around the room picking things up and putting them down, until she would find what she needed and kept hold of them.

"What exactly did she steal?" Joe inquired sine he knew Veronica would probably need a moment.

"A couple things," McGee began to list. "Lab tools and several meta-dampener syringes."

"What would she need that for?" Joe mumbled but Veronica had a pretty good guess.

~0~

Cisco didn't even want to look at the computer model of the 'new' Particle Accelerator and yet here he was...

"It looks like the Vacuum," he declared after a moment.

"Uh, what's the Vacuum?" Jesse gave him a questioning look.

"No "Fringe" on Earth-2. Noted. This is what you've been working on in the workshop?"

"Someone has to worry about Zoom," Harry came up to stand beside him.

"Okay. Barry cannot do this," Cisco turned away.

"He has to, Ramon—"

"You keep calling me that, but that's—" Cisco stopped when an image of his brother came to mind in a vibe. "Dante?"

Harry quickly got on him to know what he saw. "What did you see? Zoom? Did you see Zoom?"

"No. I saw my brother. I got to go!" Cisco wasn't taking the chance of letting his brother get into new danger and rushed off.

At the same time, Barry and his father, Henry, walked into the cortex. "Where is everybody?" Barry asked after only catching Harry and Jesse.

"Cisco just strangely left," Jesse shrugged and came out to greet them. "Hi," she shook hands with Henry.

"That's Jesse, Harry's daughter," Barry introduced them. Harry gave a mere wave from the doorway of the side room, not quite interested with the new visitor. "And…" but Barry's voice was drowned out by an incoming argument.

Belén came striding in with her mother right behind her, and the ombre-blonde looked absolutely livid. "I am not doing it!" She whirled around to meet her mother's equally angry face. "No! No! And did I mention no!?"

"Bells, what's going on?" Barry called their attention. He decided not to comment how similar Belén's angry face was to Veronica's, but it was weird.

"My mother is being unnecessarily…" Belén began when she saw Henry beside Barry. Her anger immediately dropped to be replaced with a smile, and a possible nervous laugh. "I am always make bad first impressions around you...sorry."

Henry liked the woman already but her personality was something else. "It's fine."

Belén came over to properly greet him. She still wished she would've gotten a little heads up from Barry to put on her best behavior, but then again she was sure Barry couldn't possibly know when Veronica would irritate her. "It's so good to have you around. I guess Barry dragged you back for a bit, huh?"

"Looks like maybe for good," Barry chimed in, completely ecstatic about it. It was refreshing for Belén to see is first real smile because as of late, he barely gave one of those.

"Really? That's great!"

"Yeah, yeah, I figured I spent enough time away from my son," Henry agreed.

"See, Mom? Take notes!" Belén remarked and huffed when Veronica got started again.

"I am not joking around, Annah-Belén. You need to leave! It's not safe!"

"What is going on?" Barry had never seen Veronica so frustrated and...scared? That couldn't be good.

"She's back," Veronica didn't hesitate to answer while Belén rolled her eyes and looked to the side.

"Who?"

"Poison Ivy! She's back and if she's here then it means so is that other woman."

"Or she's on her way," Harry offered but received a glare from Veronica in return.

"Be quiet!"

"How do you know she's back, Ms. Green?" Barry tried to understand. As angry as Belén was about the situation, he couldn't imagine that Veronica would make something like that up.

"Joe and I got called in by Dr. McGee this morning because someone broke into the lab last night. It was Poison Ivy."

Belén wasn't going to let her mother scare the others. "It could have bee -"

"It was," Veronica insisted, allowing no room for doubt. "She waved at the security camera like it was a game."

"If she wanted to come get me she would have done it already!" Belén argued logically.

"What exactly did she take from Mercury Labs?" Barry asked once again. He was beginning to share some of Veronica's concern but he knew at this point it would only further annoy Belén.

"I don't know," Veronica sighed, rubbing her face. "Lab tools and syringes. Meta-dampener syringes."

"Sounds like Datura is starting her own cure process," Harry spoke up. "And I think we all know who those meta-dampner syringes are going to be used on."

"Thanks for nothing," Belén spat, though she didn't have time to say what else was on her mind because of Joe coming in with a haste.

"Zoom! He's back!"

The three words were enough to silence everyone in the room no matter their positions.

~0~

Caitlin endlessly stared at the cuffs binding her wrist to an officer's desk. There was no point in escaping now. She got what she wanted: she was back home. It was just the fact she wasn't actually home that got her. The only solace she had as of now was the she'd gotten Zoom to spare the officers in the precinct. The place was now deserted of cops, leaving only the wicked to lurk about.

"Alright," Poison Ivy came walking in like she owned the place. She let go of a bundle on a desk nearby Caitlin then walked over to the brunette. Caitlin didn't know what to think when set her free by bursting the cuffs to pieces with her vines. Poison Ivy merely chuckled. "Don't look so surprised, honey. This is a conditional freedom. Up!" She yanked Caitlin to her feet.

"What are you doing?" Caitlin was forcibly pulled to the table where Poison Ivy had dropped her bag.

"About to do some supervising that's what."

"But - hey!" Caitlin yelped when she hit the table. She looked down and saw a series of files, syringes, and medical tools. "What is all this?"

Poison Ivy came to stand beside her. "It's what Datura said you would probably need. Oh, and this," she let Harry's speed siphoning device drop on the table.

"What - you want me to help you do this cure?" Caitlin's eyes widened.

"What's the problem? Weren't you helping do that here?"

"Yeah, with my friends. They want to actually help Datura but that's not what she wants. She wants to kill Belén."

Poison Ivy hummed and tilted her head to the side. "Plausible. But either way you're going to help because if you don't, I'll bring your little friend here with these," she grabbed one of the syringes and twirled it around her fingers.

Caitlin's scowl deepened as she saw her options slowly fade from her reach.

~ 0 ~

"So Zoom came back with Caitlin and Poison Ivy?" Belén knew that probably didn't make sense to others too. Datura had not been sighted in the city which could only mean she was still on Earth 2...but why? "Why would he do that?"

"To show power," Harry believed himself to be the only lucid thinking one in the room. He told them this would happen and now they were about to see it. "That's exactly what he did on my Earth. The first thing he did was murder people. Slaughtered a bunch of policemen. Then recruited every meta-human he could find. And those that disobeyed, he killed too."

"Where are the police now?" Barry looked to Joe.

"Outside the precinct."

"He'll kill them, Joe. He'll kill them all," Harry meant as a warning so that everyone could just see his idea was the only option left.

Joe didn't believe it right away. "Not with Caitlin with him. She talked him out of killing everyone when he took over CCPD."

Harry scoffed. "That's what we're gonna rely on? Snow talking him out of it? Joe, you need to get those guys out of there!"

Barry had to agree there. The cops were sitting ducks at this point. "Joe, what if they set up at Jitters?"

"That's a good idea... it's just a block away from the precinct."

Harry shook his head, warning them it wasn't going to work. "And then what? What happens next? You saw what Zoom did on my Earth. He will do the exact same thing here. Barry, we need to get you your powers back."

"There must be another way," Henry cut him off. He didn't understand much about this metahuman business but he sure as hell understood the danger Harry was trying to impose on Barry.

"There's not!" Harry snapped.

"Well we better start thinking of something," Belén glared at the man. She knew she wouldn't be able to capture a full speedster like Zoom but it didn't mean there wasn't technology that couldn't either.

"I know one thing we ought to do," Veronica settled a sharp look on her daughter, hands on hips too.

Belén rolled her eyes. "Oh my God," she threw her head back and kept her mouth shut for the sake of the larger problem at hand.

"I'm gonna get word to Singh. Get him to set up a task force at Jitters," Joe made a motion to leave but stopped for Veronica.

The woman looked between him and Belén, waiting for her daughter to agree with her stance. Belén matched her older siblings in that she was just as stubborn as them; she did not budge.

"I'm not going, Joe," Veronica declared, eyes always on her daughter. The ombre-blonde in question groaned and crossed her arms.

Joe wouldn't press further and made his leave.

~ 0 ~

"I-I don't know what to do," Caitlin sighed and stared down at the desk she was being forced to work at.

Poison Ivy stood behind her and waited for the brunette to get started. "What do you need, then?" She demanded, annoyed with Caitlin's lack of work. "Just tell me and I'll get it."

Caitlin's shoulders slumped downwards and shook her head. "My desk, my files, Barry's work. I don't have anything here!"

"Then you want me to clear out STAR Labs for you?" Poison Ivy forcibly turned Caitlin around.

"N-no! I don't - I don't want you to hurt anyone! I can't!"

Poison Ivy raised a hand as if to strike Caitlin but ultimately turned away and swiped clean a different desk. Caitlin leaned against the work desk and watched as Poison Ivy compose herself.

"If you...if you would let me go...I would help her," Caitlin weakly made her escape attempt. "You shouldn't have to cater to Zoom just to get the cure." She could see Poison Ivy's shoulders shake from an apparent laugh.

"You think I cater to Zoom for the cure?" She straightened and turned sideways. "I do what I do for Datura. She's my best friend and wherever she is, I am. But right now, she's dying-" she started coming towards Caitlin and since the brunette didn't have anywhere else to go she only kept leaning back on the desk, "-and poor you if that happens. I will show you why my name is Poison Ivy."

Caitlin gulped and visibly relaxed when Poison Ivy backed away from her. Poison Ivy walked around the office and picked up a notepad and a pen then brought it over to Caitlin. She pushed it to the brunette's chest. "Make a list of what you need. No tricks."

~ 0 ~

Now that Poison Ivy was back, Datura was sure to be making her return at any moment and Belén wanted everyone in the Green to be on alert. Datura was nearing her end so she was angrier and had nothing to lose; it made her an outright menace. If she was trying to come up with her own cure again, at any cost, then every botanical meta was in danger.

"Belén, what do you want me to do?" Shivhan had pulled Belén to the side after the Azalea had made her speech towards the botanical metahumans regarding Poison Ivy's presence and Datura's intention.

"Just stay here with them," Belén said, glancing back at Kinsley amongst the group. She was one of the younger metas and she still had trouble controlling her powers. Naturally, she would also be one of the metas who were most afraid. "Keep training them and just...be here for them."

Shivhan nodded. "Okay, if that's what you want..."

Belén was firm about it. "I am."

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay in here because...you know...CC Pictures?"

Even with her mask on, Shivhan could still see Belén rolling her eyes. "No, I already told you that I'm not mad." How could she be mad that her friend went through so much trouble to get her job back? Belén was touched that Shivhan had gathered up all their botanical brothers and sisters to do that for her, she just wasn't sure how effective it would turn out to be.

"Good, because I really did just want to help," Shivhan reiterated yet again. Belén had lost count how many times she had said that.

"I know, trust me," Belén reassured her one more time before leaving the Green. Outside, she had to deal with her mother who'd been following her around STAR Labs trying to convince her to leave the city.

She'd done her best to evade Veronica but she was proving quite insistent. Belén was going to go crazy if she didn't get space from her. She stormed down the corridor while Veronica trailed after her.

"Mom, I don't know how else to explain it to you - maybe I should do it with apples or something - but I am not going anywhere!" She made a turn for the cortex and found a grim atmosphere. Cisco especially looked disconcerted. "What do we have now?"

"Rupture," Cisco dropped his hands from his face. "My brother's doppelganger? Yeah, he's here...and trying to kill me."

"What?" Belén looked over to Barry for some help. She seemed to have missed quite a lot in her time in the Green. Everyone seemed grim.

Harry was at the desk and pulled up a profile of said metahuman. He was covered in metal but he bore a threatening scythe. "He's another metahuman under Zoom's control from my Earth."

"So he's already beginning to bring his friends over from Earth 2," Veronica grumbled behind her daughter.

"It's exactly what I said he would do," Harry reminded, and the hint of smugness in his words made everyone shake their heads.

"Okay, well, Zoom must've lied to fake-Dante and told him I was the one who killed Reverb, 'cause dude wants me dead," Cisco raised his hands. "We've got to do something."

"He gets his power from that scythe he wields so maybe we can do something with that," Harry said.

"Thing's legit too... it almost took half the van with him," Cisco's face was distant as he recalled the monstrous weapon used against him earlier.

"All right, then that's what we need to do. We need to figure out a way to get it away from him," Barry logically thought but didn't want to see the calculations of their chances for a clean win.

"Right. Okay, all right. I'm sure I can come up with something. I just have to figure out a way to not tell Dante why this psychopath looks exactly like him," Cisco dreaded that idea as he got up to leave.

"You know what you need to do," Harry threw Barry a look.

"I need a minute," Barry felt the room too cramped-up for him and quickly left after Cisco.

"Would you put a sock in it?" Belén spat at Harry. She was already frustrated with her mother and the last thing she wanted to see was her boyfriend continuously harassed with a life-threatening idea.

"Belén—" Veronica tried to get a word in but Belén pointed a finger to her.

"No! God, would you just leave us alone!?" She threw that at Veronica and Harry together before leaving herself.

~ 0 ~

It was no surprise that Belén found Barry in the breech room since it was the room Harry had already declared would be converted for the new Particle Accelerator site.

"I'm just saying, I will punch him if you want," she came up beside Barry. His small smile made her feel a little better. He wasn't all that gone yet. "I'm sorry I haven't helped you with...all this. My Mom won't leave me alone and...between her and the city, I just…" she turned to him, "How do you feel?"

Barry really doubted that sharing his feelings would make things clearer. He thought about Harry's proposal day and night but nothing would come to mind. " It should be an easy decision but it's not."

Belén made a face at his comment and cleared her throat. "Uh, well, that's sort of normal. Building another particle accelerator and willingly letting yourself be struck by lightning it isn't exactly an 'easy decision'. If you didn't think that, I'd honestly be a little worried."

"What do you think about it?"

A nervous pit started in her stomach, especially since Barry had turned to face her to hear her thoughts. "Well…" She bit her lip and really did try to look him in the eyes, "Things are different since the Particle Accelerator went off. Back then you were just Iris' friend but now…" Her lips became like gum she chewed on. She swallowed down hard. "If anything happens to you...I would die. And I know that's a horrible thing to say because it just adds onto your pressure but it's just what I feel and I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry!" By the time she had finished, she was nearly out of breath.

Barry brought her into a hug. "I'm sorry," he said, finding nothing else to make her feel better. They had all these 'choices' and yet none one of them offered a 100% guarantee that they wouldn't get hurt.

"I'm sorry too," she raised her head to meet his gaze. "I'm supposed to offer you reasonable advice...but it scares me."

"It scares me too," Barry admitted.

~ 0 ~

Caitlin played dumb with the tools Poison Ivy had left for her to use. She noticed the ginger meta lurking towards the threshold where Zoom had gathered with another metahuman Caitlin didn't know of. Caitlin slowly, and innocently, began to push towards a stack of evidence boxes left behind by the cops. She was sure one of them had to have a cellphone, she just needed the right moment to search for one.

"He got away but I'll find him." It was Rupture facing Zoom outside.

"Later," Zoom said, having a different task for him in the meantime.

"But he needs to pay for what he did to my brother!"

"And he will. Later, Rupture!"

"What do you want me to do?"

"The police have gathered again. They think I've spared their lives. Tonight... show them they're wrong."

Even though Caitlin froze at the news, she quickly pulled the lid off one evidence box and thankfully found a cellphone lying just at the top. She stuffed it in her front pocket and draped her blouse's hemline over it. She hastily returned to the desk and glanced at Poison Ivy. The ginger was too focused on the others.

"Datura did good in sending him here, right?" She finally spoke.

Caitlin pretended to look into a microscope as Poison Ivy and Zoom walked into the room.

"Yes," Zoom agreed.

"Especially the lie she fed him? That his brother was killed by the very doppelganger and not you?" Zoom stopped and faced the woman, pulling his mask off. "I just want you to remember how Datura keeps serving you," Poison Ivy crossed her arms. "She's literally dying and she's gathering up your best metas for your plans."

"What do you want?"

Poison Ivy's eyes flickered to Caitlin and since there had been silence, Caitlin understood she was being watched. She dove closer into the microscope and hoped to God neither would speak to her.

"The doppelganger. Caitlin can't seem to work without her presence. Datura is coming tonight and in order for this cure to work, we need the other one."

"You want me to go get her?" A spark of amusement crossed Hunter's face.

"I can get her, no problem," Poison Ivy volunteered. "I've got the meta syringes ready," she gestured the syringes on the nearby desk. "I just need the 'ok' from you to do so."

"Please, don't," Caitlin couldn't take hearing more of this and turned to them. "Belén doesn't need to be kidnapped. She wants to help Datura."

"Sure she does," Poison Ivy rolled her eyes.

"Please," Caitlin pleaded with Hunter instead, knowing he was her best shot. "Don't take her. And...and spare the policemen. You said you would."

"We'll just see how that works out, then," Hunter flashed a wicked smile her way.

Caitlin turned back to the desk with fresh new tears. He had given her no guarantee. She waited until they got back to conversation to sneak in a brief text while she pretended to do more work.

~ 0 ~

"Belén! Guess what?" Iris was quick as she hurried into cortex. Her beaming face was quite shocking considering all the problems they had.

"What? Did something else happen?" Belén dreaded having yet another problem on her hands. She was shamefully short-handed around the place since she had sent Shivhan to the Green and Barry didn't have his speed. She was aware that at any moment they would have to call in Nina again.

"Yes, but nothing bad!" Iris knew her words were probably sounding like a dream but this was exactly why she had wanted to come to STAR Labs to tell Belén in person. "Scott wants to talk to you about your job."

Belén blinked. "What?"

"He says he tried calling you but you never answered and I figured why..." Iris threw a specific glance around the cortex. "So I gave him some excuse and said that I would find you for him. You should go talk to him."

"Right now?" Belén looked back at the others. Despite how inconvenient it was right now, she couldn't' help the smile that was breaking across her face. She was getting her job back!

"Yes!" Iris nodded. "You need to!"

Before Belén could say anything, they all heard a small bleep from the desk. Harry was closest so he took over the computers and found they had a message from the CCPD.

"It's got to be Caitlin!" Barry rushed over, prompting the others to do the same.

"She's sent us a message," Harry opened up the file and read it out loud. "Rupture is gonna attack Jitters tonight. Poison Ivy wants Belén."

Belén closed her eyes because she knew what was coming next…

"You can't go out there!" Veronica turned to her daughter.

"It's nothing new, Mom. I'm gonna call Nina," Belén responded and gave a small smile to Barry before she left. She had done it too quick so that she hadn't noticed the look on Barry's face.

"Having The Flash might be the best way to stop Zoom and the metas he's sending over. But, look, until we know for sure that setting off the accelerator will work, it's too risky. Not just for me. For the entire city. Countless others that would be affected if the explosion is not contained."

Harry rubbed his forehead. That sounded reasonable but it wasn't the easiest of things. Time was of the essence after all. "Yes, but Allen-"

"Stop, Wells. Look, I'm sorry. I've made up my mind. Sorry," Barry stopped him before he went off like Veronica did with Belén. "The Flash isn't gonna make an appearance anytime soon."

~ 0 ~

At Jitters, the cops had set up a good place for the inevitable attack of Rupture. From the street, both Barry and Cisco had decided to monitor in case something went wrong. Behind the counter were Joe and Singh, ready to deliver the last blow that would hopefully put Rupture away before he did real damage. It had taken a lot of convincing for Veronica to stay outside but it helped that her own boss was behind the idea. Belén would at least get that space there.

"Here he comes," Cisco warned the two gals in waiting.

"Copy that," Nina got the message first and began to lower herself into the building.

Rupture had entered the dark Jitters with his trusty scythe in hand. "Now, where has everybody gone?"

Belén's vines traveled from the back entrance and gracefully formed her figure. Nina flew in through the same entrance and landed just beside her.

"Definitely not who I was expecting but you'll be a nice warm up," Rupture said.

Belén wasn't interested in talking. She had to be quick, literally. She hadn't forgotten about CC Pictures and now more than ever she wanted to grab what little normality she had in her life.

Rupture gave his scythe a twirl and released a blast of red energy directly at them. The two women jumped out of the way.

"Too slow, my friend!" Nina purposely waved an arm at him. "Does that thing have a beginner stage?"

Rupture began firing at her, leaving Belén the perfect opportunity to strike. She raised her hands up, thrusting thick vines into the air. They swung in multiple lassos, attacking at different moments to make it even more difficult for Rupture to defend himself.

"Get the scythe!" She screamed at Nina over the chaos.

Nina swept down to try and grab the weapon. Rupture saw her coming and sent her another blast of energy. She put her hands over her head, creating a miniature cyclone to deflect the attack then sent it right towards Rupture. It threw him over a table.

Belén sprinted towards the tables, throwing out a vine to grab the scythe. Rupture was closer and had easier time getting to it first. "Dammit!" Belén seethed.

"We need to bring him closer to the counter," Nina flew over to Belén.

"Yup," Belén agreed. "Hey?" She called to Rupture as she backtracked towards the entrance doors. "Did you hear the news? I'm what Datura wants. You know her, right? Big bad siphoner? Bring me in and I'm sure your powers are safe for the rest of the century."

Rupture got back on his feet and held his scythe again. This time he did not shoot at her. He started following her trail, passing the turned over tables and chairs...and the counter…

"Where is she, huh?" Belén's back hit the doors and was forced to come to a stop.

"Earth 2," Rupture barely answered when Joe sprung from the counter and shot the meta-dampener brace around Rupture's neck.

Singh shot forwards with the accompanying cuffs. "Are we the guys you were looking for? Hope you like being alone, 'cause you won't be talking to anyone at Iron Heights."

"Too bad you won't be able to bring in the big prize," Belén now scowled at the meta.

~0~

Breaking news coming out of Jitters coffee shop. CCPN has learned that a meta-human was just apprehended after an altercation with the Azalea and the Tempest.

Caitlin couldn't help the smile on her face when she saw the report. Her text had saved the cops. It had worked.

"You told them Rupture was coming. How?" Hunter came in furiously. Caitlin winced at his scream but she kept herself quiet for now. He stopped beside Poison ivy and demanded an answer.

"She must have snuck something in whole we discussed," the ginger argued. She wasn't exactly watching her when she had a million things to do for Datura's cure and Hunter's own plans.

Hunter looked around and spotted the open evidence box. "Oh, you... are smart, aren't you? You betrayed me!"

"Did you really think that was a surprise?" Poison Ivy raised an eyebrow. "I told you she was a flight risk."

"You said you would spare them!" Caitlin said before the ginger got another word in. "I-I had to!"

The fury subsided in Hunter's face. "I guess now we're even, then." He pulled on his mask and sped away...but with something else with him.

"You just saved me a trip to Jitters," Poison Ivy mirthlessly laughed at Caitlin.

~ 0 ~

Zoom sped into Jitters and essentially froze all the cops in their tracks. Belén and Nina were just arriving at the van when they were alerted of the unscripted appearance of the speedster. Inside Jitters, Zoom began to build up power. His blue electricity engulfed his body, leaving very little speculation of what was about to happen next.

"Everybody move!" Joe shouted in vain, because when Zoom began to move, time stopped.

The speedster went through every cop except Joe and Singh, and Rupture, snapping necks. When he came to a stop, the remaining watched as everyone else collapsed on the ground dead.

"I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me."

"Enough!" The Azalea came rushing inside with the Tempest over her. Even Cisco and Barry had come in, at least to see what the damage was.

"What is the point!?" Tempest gazed at the corpses on the floor in horror.

"To show the truth," Zoom turned around. He zipped across the room and snatched Rupture. He slammed the meta on the counter. "You're an even bigger disappointment than your brother."

Cisco gave an audible gasp when he saw his brother's doppelganger killed right in front of him. Zoom then moved around and picked up an ongoing camera from a cameraman he'd killed.

"Central City... the time for vigilantes have come to an end. There is no more Flash and there will be no more Azalea nor their silly companions. There is going to be no one left to protect your city...from me."

"We're always going to be here," Belén declared loudly for the camera to get.

Nina raised her hands and created another miniature cyclone. She directed it at Zoom and while it did produce a momentary force of wind throwing people around, it was not enough. Belén got Barry and Cisco to safety behind the counter then pulled Joe and Singh as well. Nina proved to be a quick meta with useful wind serving her. She threw whatever was in her way at the speedster but made the fatal mistake of throwing what was behind the counter. Zoom dodged the utensils but snatched a knife in the air and swung it back to Nina. Nina released a grunt when the knife punctured the side of her stomach. She clutched at it and fell to the ground.

"Tempest!" Belén started snapping her vine tendrils at him but her fate had already been thrown.

Zoom slammed her against the wall and with one hand around her neck, he stuck the meta-dampener syringe in her chest. Belén's eyes widened and barely expressed confusion of what had happened before her body felt the effects of the syringe.

"No!" Barry pushed Cisco's restraining hands away from him and jumped over the counter, but it was too late. He only saw Belén's eyes close shut before she was taken away by Zoom. "NOOO!"

Cisco dashed for Nina on the floor. She was outcold but he found a heartbeat. "We need to get her to a doctor!" He called but Barry was staring at the doors. His entire mind was spinning and the only thing that managed come through was: DO. SOMETHING.

"Barry!" Joe called as soon as he and Singh were up. "Get the van! Go!"

Barry tore his gaze from the doors. With teary eyes he glanced at Nina and knew there was no way in hell Belén would ever forgive him if he willingly let anything happen to her friend. He forced himself to breathe and ran out to retrieve the van.

~0~

"She's stabilized," Henry said after putting Nina's wrist back on her side. He'd taken her pulse and was glad to see the woman responding positively to her treatment.

"Is she going to be okay?" Iris asked. Her eyes gazed over the unconscious woman repeatedly.

"Well the wound wasn't deep enough to harm any organs so she should be waking up soon. With a few weeks, she'll be good."

"At least she's here where we can look over her," Veronica had never been so furious and frustrated in her life and there were plenty of worthy situations in the past that could've come close. Her daughter was missing, kidnapped, and she knew where Belén would end up. Datura would have her soon enough and here they were, doing nothing.

"Ms. Green…" Iris went over to her but Veronica shook her head st her. Absolutely no words mattered at the moment.

"It won't be long now," Harry's voice drawled from the doorway. "He's moving faster than he ever did on my Earth."

Iris turned to him, as did her father, wearing matching glares. "We really don't need this right now."

But Harry kept going. "Next, Zoom will recruit every meta-human he can find, and then force them to do what he wants."

"How many can be left?" Joe wondered. "We defeated most of them, didn't we?"

"No. You're not even close," Harry walked back to the main desk with the others behind. He plugged in a USB and provided a list of names for them to see. "This... is a list of meta-humans from my Earth. Ones that are known, anyway. The particle accelerator explosion was contained on my Earth. That didn't happen here."

"Then why wouldn't we know about other meta-humans here?" wondered Joe again.

"Because we had the Flash and the Azalea," Cisco knew instantly.

"But since he's not around and two more of our metas have been put out of commission," Harry flat out ignored the looks from everyone for the statement, "The others are going to start coming out of the woodwork."

"We don't know that," Iris shook her head. The mere idea put her to scare. Not everything was lost. They still had Shivhan...they just needed to find a way to communicate with her while she was in the Green, that was it...

"What more do you need!? I told you he'd recruit meta-humans. We've seen him do that. I told you he would kill those officers. We saw him do that too. What more do you need?"

"Let's do it," Barry came in with a fierce determination. It took only a second for them to realize what he'd just said. "I want to do it. One of the cops that Zoom killed tonight, he had a son. Same age I was when Mom was murdered. And now, another kid has to grow up without one of their parents because The Flash wasn't there to stop that monster. I knowingly left my partner at a disadvantage and now she's out there, kidnapped just like Caitlin. Nina—" he angrily pointed at the room the woman was kept in, "—took a knife to the stomach because I wasn't there to catch it! Now they're both hurt and we can't even get ahold of Shivhan. I am not letting her get hurt too! Zoom has the path wide open to take the city down. I need my powers back. Let's do it. Let's set off the particle accelerator."

It was no secret they wouldn't be able to change his mind, and so...

"So how does this work?" Barry gazed at the makeshift personal Particle Accelerator in front of them. The sight of it did make him nervous, not to mention it gave him flashbacks of the first time he was struck by lightning.

Harry had gone straight to work with his creation and had it finished in an hour or so. Now even Cisco was helping, though he wasn't so on board with it.

"It's an abbreviated version of the accelerator evil Wells built, except Harry is isolating the antimatter and dark energy to direct it to Barry instead of the entire city," Cisco tossed Harry a wire.

"Good. Last thing we need is more meta-humans running around Central City," Joe mumbled.

"So... Barry just gets in, we turn it on, and that's it?" Iris couldn't stop staring at the big holders she knew would be strapping Barry to the machine

"Yeah," Harry nodded but then paused. "No. Not exactly. In addition to recreating what happened with the particle accelerator explosion, we also have to recreate what happened to Barry."

Barry knew what he meant. "Getting struck by lightning."

"That's right."

"Wait, so how are you gonna do that? It's not even raining outside," Veronica remarked.

But Harry had of course accounted for the weather. This was, after all, all he had been thinking about for the past week. "Well, Ramon, you have the wand."

"The one I made for Mark Mardon?"

"No, the one you built for the Harry Potter convention. Yes, of course, the one you built for Mardon!"

Cisco lightly gasped at his knowledge. "How do you know about the Harry Potter convention?"

"Get the wand," Harry punctured his words with dripping command. "Get on the roof."

"Why the roof?"

"Because we're gonna need a lightning rod, and that, Ramon, is gonna be you."

Cisco's heart nearly stopped and yet somehow he was forced upon the roof despite it. "All right, I'm on the roof. Wow. I've never actually been up here before... I think I can see my apartment from here?"

Harry had placed himself behind the monitor to get things started. "Now head straight to the satellite, Ramon. When I give you the signal, you're gonna create a lightning storm above you."

Cisco was not liking his odds as he gazed at the big satellite in front of him. "So I'm just supposed to stand here in the middle of a lightning storm?"

"Really, Ramon. Chances of being struck are slim, indeed…"

Cisco scoffed and loudly too. "Yeah, not when you're the one causing it!"

Harry skipped over that fact and continued with business. "All we need is one lightning bolt to strike the satellite. The satellite circuitry's connected to the breach room. Barry's in the breach room so just do it."

Cisco sighed and braced himself. "Yeah. I'm doing it. Mozart better watch out. Cisco Ramon's about to conduct something nasty."

Meanwhile, Joe and Iris helped Barry into his appropriated spot.

"You're gonna feel these clamps, but they're necessary," Harry warned just before he activated said clamps.

Barry tried to suppress his yelp but the clamps punctured his skin. He saw Joe staring with undeniable fear. "You good?"

Joe thought the question ridiculous seeing Barry was the one in actual pain, but he went along with it. "Yeah. You?"

"I'll be fine, Joe."

"Barry, whatever happens, we'll be right here," Iris promised him. She would try to support him on behalf of Belén even though there was a huge difference. She honestly thought that Belén would've talked him out of this mess if she was here...

"Son... you don't have to do this if you don't want to," Henry reminded Barry with a bit of hope it would get through to him. He was scared out of his mind seeing his son strapped to all that technology that would strike him with unbearable pain.

"Being the Flash... that's the best version of me. If I don't have my speed, I'll never be that person anymore. I have to do this," Barry spoke with nothing but honesty. It was all on him and he wanted to go through with it.

His eyes rested on Veronica who had yet to say a word. She stood on her own, no longer talking to anyone. She was at a loss just like him.

"Ms. Green," he called but she barely looked at him. "First thing I'll do when I come back is find her. And I will bring her back."

Veronica saw his honesty. She learned to recognize it by now. She truly appreciated to what extent he was going to go to just get everyone back, especially her daughter. It was hard to believe that she hated him before. She wanted nothing to do with him, she wanted her daughter far away from him because she firmly believed that he wouldn't be good for Belén. And now there he was risking his life not only for Belén but for an entire city. She had shamefully judged him wrongly.

"Just...just come back, Barry. Start with that." Because the last thing she wanted was for him to get hurt too.

"All right, then. Here we go," Harry began to activate the Particle Accelerator.

The others gathered around the steps where Veronica was, but their fears rose when the ground began to rumble like an earthquake was about to strike.

"Particles are becoming unstable. Ramon, get ready!" Harry shouted through the comms. "I'm gonna release the chemicals into his system!"

And as promised, Barry began to feel every last injection spiking his body. The pain seem to increased with each injection but he was still adamant this was the only way.

"Why are you doing that!?" Iris was close to tears.

"Because the night Barry was struck by lightning, he was doing fingerprint analysis. Those chemicals got in his system then, and they are going in now."

"So you're injecting them into him!?"

"We have to recreate everything that happened to Barry that night!"

Even though Barry called out to them that he was fine, it was hard to sustain the lie.

"He's going hydrostatic. Almost there. Almost there!" Harry kept a close eye on the monitor.

"Wells!" Joe was close to shutting everything off.

"Ready, Ramon? Now!"

From the rooftop, Cisco took in a breath and raised the rod up. "Expecto Patronum!" he shut his eyes and prayed to god he wouldn't turn into ash in the next second. He felt the lightning clap down but it skipped and transferred right into the satellite. "Great Scott! It's working!"

"Initiating collision!" Harry turned the last switch and let the rest take its course.

A great release of smoke blasted from the machine, followed by a throw of its same energy that pushed everyone backwards to the floor. As they came through, the machine died down.

Harry was the first to get back on his feet. "It worked!" He cheered

Joe helped Iris up and looked to the others. "Is everyone okay?"

Now they awaited for Barry to give the 'ok!' from his spot. The waited for the smoke to clear out, but when it did they saw no Barry...just a tattered piece of his suit.

"No! No. What did you do to my son?" Henry turned on Harry, assuming the worst. There was no where for Barry to go and if that was true...

Zoom sped into the room and taunted them for their failure. "You thought you could give the Flash his speed back? Well done. You killed him instead!"

He had won.

[grim-echoes]

addictions being treated as quirky or not a big deal for certain things is how I got balls deep addicted to adderall before I realized it was fucking destroying my body and I had to wrench myself out of it 🫠 I was stupid, young, naive, not experienced with heavier substances and I just internalized how casual everyone is about it. It’s so dangerous fr

adderall/prescription medication addiction also kinda goes hand in hand with a thing i omitted from my post to keep it relatively short which is certain addictions being sensationalized as a usually right-wing fearmongering tactic for the purpose of demonizing the source--i have friends with adhd who use prescription adderall to manage their symptoms who have found it harder in some cases to access refills due to its stock being limited to only certain locations as an attempt to combat adderall addiction out of a belief that the medication itself is bad, despite the fact that 1. most people who pop adderall like candy do not need it for medication and are not getting it through a prescription, they're getting it through a dealer and 2. you can be prescribed too much and need a lowered dosage. i'm not sure how you got hooked, so i won't jump to conclusions--but the fact remains is that the medication itself is not the issue, but the US in particular has consistently been fucking terrible about effectively tackling drug addiction so it really tracks that the throughline here is "medication bad" which makes it much harder for people with adhd to access it, and doesn't stop people who are addicted from accessing it elsewhere and continuing to be addicted. anything taken in excess is bad--it's just that adderall is the current hot button topic, and not for any good reason.

video games are in the same category where gaming addiction only exists in the public consciousness because of its association with "video games turn you into a violent mass shooter", which has and always will be a right wing facade alongside demonizing mental illness to ignore the issue of gun accessibility and the rise of fascism contributing to a culture of gun violence, but i digress. it's not that video game addiction is its own issue and that a lot of mobile-oriented and AAA companies employ practices that are intentionally designed to cultivate a dependent relationship between the player and the game that needs continued attention--it's that it's convenient to know is a thing because it suits a conservative agenda and because addictions like this aren't very well heavily talked about outside of these very narrow, unhelpful contexts, a lot of people both don't realize they're addicted and can't get help, and don't even know that you can be addicted to anything that isn't a hard substance.

this might have been a bit of an aside from the point of your ask anon, i definitely went on a huge tangent, so i will add to loop back around that for addictions being treated casually it was part of the reason i never realized i had a caffeine addiction until my first sudden, unprompted panic attack and subsequent discovery that dependency can cause literally every single symptom i would go on to experience and more. there's a very casual, nonchalant attitude about coffee in our culture and having actually experienced the worst of it and continuing to see so many people around me (immediate family included) who are completely unaware they're addicted and don't link their health issues to their overconsumption, i get more than a little upset about the idea of being a "coffee fiend" or needing coffee just to maintain basic alertness being portrayed as a quirky character trait rather than an actually fucking horrifying sign that your health is in jeopardy and you won't ever know because NOBODY talks about it.

[girltomboy]

So the decision my bf ended up making was to give up on this semester, study for the next one and get a job in his hometown, save up money to pay his uni debts AND move to the big city next year to finish the rest of his exams. Which is a faulty plan, but at least he didn't fully drop out (a decision for which he gave credit to his friend, who told him not to drop out once, not me or his parents, who have been saying this since forever, but NEVERTHELESS-)

He came over on Thursday to leave some documents at uni, and we spent the weekend together. Our only friend here didn't want to hang out (in reality he was working and we were too lazy to go visit him at work on the other side of the city, but his hostile tone didn't give us many signs of our presence being actually wanted) 🥲 so we ended up going to the house of an old dorm neighbor of my boyfriend's, met his gf and spent an evening there while he ranted about religion. I'm gonna be honest, it was a bit of a shock to me to discover that such people really exist. I mean generally I'm good at wrapping my head around all the different kinds of people who exist in the world, right. I like to believe I'm pretty good at perceiving diverse ideas, personalities, tastes, experiences, etc. outside of my bubble. Right.

Now I don't know what it was, but hearing this guy talk about god and religion in a highly conservative way I haven't even heard my PARENTS talk really shook and scared me a bit. Like he was ranting about immigrants and gays worse than any elderly religious person I've met, and we're talking about a guy who's barely entered his early 20s. Talking about "we have to keep our country clean" when our country has historically never been "clean" in the way he means it, like ever. He proudly told us the story of how he moved out of the dorm because he got paired with a Baptist roommate (a BLACK man too!). Well, according to him it wasn't really the sole reason, but a pretty decisive factor, probably. Anyway, he had a male way of dominating conversations, so fortunately I didn't have to say much (neither did his girlfriend, but he made her wash the dishes, sooo 🤡). But he did put my boyfriend in the spotlight because he mentioned having visited some monasteries with his parents last week. And he casually said it felt pleasant to just be there with his parents, so his friend got activated and started telling him he should do it more often, pray, believe, start reading prayer booklets, etc. He went on all sorts of tangents about how god works in mysterious ways, and suffering is the blessed path. Later on two other dudes showed up (apparently my bf knew them from the dorm too) and they were pretty much as pious as their buddy. So when they arrived, the Christian guy started over and once again centered my boyfriend's beliefs in his rant, and even spoke with his MOM over the phone about how she should take him to church more often, MAKE him pray, MAKE him read prayers, etc. And my boyfriend did not seem to mind, maybe because he was the center of attention during the entire discussion, maybe because they made him explore a topic to which he hadn't given much thought before (although he does describe himself as an atheist, he admitted he felt some sort of inner peace during the monastery visits, which... I kind of understand, but to jump from that simple comment to - YOU HAVE TO GO TO CHURCH NOW, THE LORD IS TRYING TO GET A HOLD OF YOU AND YOU HAVE TO RESPOND TO HIS CALL is a bit 🙄), but EYE was pissed off not just on my own cause my religious trauma was getting activated, but also on his behalf because it seemed to me like they had all cornered him and were pushing him into this whole thing without taking into account his opinion, his wishes, his beliefs AT ALL. And mind you, he was preaching all this stuff while rolling a joint, so if you ask ME, sincerity might not be his strongest suit.

After the religious conversation died down, he started telling an interminable story about some kind of journey he and his girlfriend had (ironically, his girlfriend is also an immigrant, but he probably doesn't consider her as such because of geopolitical reasons 🤡 that's just another slice of his fascism cake). His girlfriend uttered 3 sentences at most, while he bragged about how he organized so many people of so many backgrounds, races, and ethnicities that were traveling with them and became their leader basically. I understood nothing of his story (as much of a chatterbox he is, he sucks at it) but at least we got stoned and my bf suggested we go home after a while. And we had enough time to catch the night bus. On the way home I tried to rant about the religious fella, but we were both too cold and tired, and my boyfriend seemed set not necessarily on defending him, but on finding excuses for him. I guess I get it because they were dorm buddies, and my bf said he didn't use to be so god-crazy before, maybe I got triggered because of my religious past. His talking points were one of the main things that drove me away from organized religions in general. I feel like I shed all traces of respect and inclination towards organized religions, but I kept at least a little bit of spirituality that has nothing to do with them. However, this guy seemed like the polar opposite: all religion but no spirituality, no empathy whatsoever. I mean he wasn't terrible, he was a good host and seemed friendly, affectionate with his gf, generous, overall warm. Until he started talking, that is. 🤪

[griffintail]

I had this idea, I dunno if it’s dumb or not, but I figured if anyone knew it would be you! Y’know, cause you seem like you know way more than me about all these mcyt guys and gals? Anyways, I saw that a lot of people headcanon that Shlatt was Tubbo’s dad, and seeing all those dad!Shlatt AUs gave me an idea:

What if after Shlatt’s dead, after things have settled, after Tubbo becomes president and spends most of his time cleaning up the messes and mistakes Shlatt left behind- he discovers he wasn’t Shlatt’s only child. He finds handwritten letters in Shlatt’s files from a distant village, all of them fairly recent, asking him for child support money, or asking him to take “his mistake” with him. But the last letter Tubbo finds is a typed one informing Shlatt that the woman who sent all the previous letters has died, and that he has 1 month to come collect his child, or they’ll become a ward of the state; it’s been roughly 2 and a half weeks since that letter arrived. How would Tubbo react to all of this, and more importantly, would he take on the responsibility of becoming his new sibling’s guardian?

I don’t know how I became the person to come to for this lol. I hope you enjoy!

The Girl with the Horns

Pairings: Brother! Tubbo x Child! F! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of emotional abuse, Implied Buillying, Swearing

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        Tubbo looked up the old White House building, taking a deep breath before going in. Inside, he immediately scrunched up his nose at the familiar smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

        “Damn it, dad.” He muttered under his breath before starting to clean up the building.

        He said he’d clean the building out himself as his father was the one who trashed it and now was that day. A lot of his presidency was cleaning up Schlatt’s mistakes before he even ran the rest of his new country. He sighed as he put another empty bottle in a trash bag. Schlatt had really lost it running things.

        Slowly but surely, Tubbo was able to get the White House to a much cleaner state. He was now in the main office and was searching the drawers for his father's inevitable “secret” booze stashes when he found some handwritten letters tucked in the very back of the drawer. Frowning, Tubbo took them out and saw them all addressed to Schlatt.

        Sitting down, Tubbo read the letter on top and his eyes went wide, back going straight as he reread the words before him.

        I want money for this child you helped bring into this world!

        A child?

        The rest of the letter was talking about asking for child support and Tubbo was floored. Quickly, he read the next letter and it was much of the same, demanding Schlatt to take responsibility.

        “Holy shit…” Tubbo muttered. “I got…I got a sibling?”

        He made his way through the rest of the letters, his heart clenching when the woman writing the letters called his poor sibling a mistake or made stabs at Schlatt.

        Then the last letter was a lot more formal. It was stamped with an official seal and dated. Schlatt had opened it as told by the broken seal but had obviously also put the letter back without a care after reading. Tubbo’s breath hitched as he read the letter though.

          Dear Mr. Jschlatt:

        We are sorry to inform you Miss Trentha has passed in an accident.

        Behind, she has left a five-year-old (Y/N), of which in our records has your name on her birth papers. We will give you a month’s time to make a decision; after, we will have no choice but to send (Y/N) to become a ward of the state.

                Tubbo quickly looked at the date of when the letter was sent.

        “Two and a half weeks!” Tubbo exclaimed as he jumped up. “Shit! What should I do?”

        He looked around the office he had spent time cleaning trying to process everything at once, words failing him. In a few short moments, he had found out he wasn’t an only child, that Schlatt hadn’t even looked back at this girl or her horrible mother, and that the sibling he just found out about was going to become a ward of the state! Schlatt had at least been kind enough to Tubbo to let Philza raise him but this child going into the adoption system…

        “I-I got to run L’Manberg. There’s so much to do.” Tubbo ran a hand through his hair as he panicked.

        But then Tommy’s words echoed in his head.

        You can’t become the next Schlatt.

        Schlatt was obviously going to let this child fend for themselves, Tubbo couldn’t be his father. He had to at least meet them. With a new will, he gathered around his friends, and with reassurances that they had L’Manberg covered, Tubbo set off on a horse to the village. It was a good three-day journey, so he’d only have roughly a week left to make his decision of what he was going to do.

        Coming to the village, Tubbo took a deep breath as he stared at it. What was she going to be like? She probably didn’t have the best raising based on the letters that the mother sent. Tying up the horse outside the main hall, Tubbo went in, going through the various processes to prove that he was indeed Jschlatt’s child and proving that his father was dead.

        After, they took Tubbo to a home where a bunch of children were outside playing but there was one that stood out among them and it wasn’t because she was sitting alone. It was because she had tiny horns on top of her head that were just starting to come in. Tubbo put a hand on his horns that were just starting to curl without thinking.

        “That’s (Y/N).” The man that led him here nodded to the little girl.

        “She’s five, right?” Tubbo asked.

        “Yes. She’s not very talkative, but you can introduce yourself to her.”

        Tubbo had few guesses why she didn’t want to talk. He went over, a few of the other kids were pointing at him. (Y/N) was using a stick to push images in the dirt, looking up when a shadow got in the way of the sun. Tubbo smiled when he saw her surprise when she looked up at him, he sitting next to her, wearing his casual wear rather than his suit.

        “Hi. I’m Tubbo.” He introduced himself to her.

        (Y/N) was silent as she stared obviously at his horns. “You have horns…”

        “Yeah, I do. I’m a ram just like you.”

        “Really?” She met his eyes now.

        “Mhm. I, uh, I actually knew your dad because he was my dad.”

        She shifted as she looked back at the ground. “Daddy was a bad man.”

        Tubbo winced, putting a hand on his neck. “Why do you say that?”

        “Mommy use to say that.”

        “Ah. Well…dad wasn’t the greatest, I agree. It wasn’t nice for him to leave you alone.”

        The little girl was silent and Tubbo tried to think of a subject change.

        “Do you like drawing?”

        She nodded. “Mommy wouldn’t let me use paper but I like drawing in the dirt.”

        “Oh…do you…have any friends?”

        She put a hand on one of her little horns and he immediately understood.

        “I get it.” He smiled gently, putting a hand on his horn. “I didn’t have a lot of friends until I met my best friend Tommy. I’m sure you will find some friends.”

        His heart melted as she gave him her first small smile. “I hope so.”

        He sat with her just talking away, the time passing so fast without either of them knowing as they talked. He felt like he learned so much but so little about her; yet, he loved every moment sitting with her. She had to go back with the other children of the orphanage but within a few hours, Tubbo made up his mind. He couldn’t leave this little girl with everyone else; he’d take her back to L’Manberg.

        So, in the morning, Tubbo put on his suit to be professional and he did the paperwork before waiting for them to bring (Y/N). (Y/N) came in timidly and Tubbo smiled gently as he crouched in front of her.

        “Hey, so, I don’t want to leave without you, would you like to come with me? I can introduce you to a few of my good friends.”

        “…They’re all nice like you, right?”

        He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, a few of them are pretty nice.”

        She looked around but nodded. “Ok.”

        He grinned as he stood up. “Then I’m going to take you back to my home.”

        They got the few things that she owned and Tubbo put them on the horse. After, Tubbo changed into more appropriate riding clothes before getting on with (Y/N).

        “Alright, here we go.” He muttered before getting the horse to go.

        Off they went to L’Manberg, Tubbo making sure they had shelter each night. It was a bit stressful for Tubbo on these few days. He had gotten used to not eating every day but he had to remember now to make sure (Y/N) ate. He also had to remember this was boring as hell for her so he tried his best to make little games as they galloped along. There was a point he went off on a bee tangent for half an hour after spotting one and pouted to himself when he saw (Y/N) had fallen asleep against him but he kept an arm wrapped around her so she didn’t fall off.

        As he got back to L’Manberg, he huffed as he saw Tommy and Fundy arguing as Quackity was laughing, Ranboo standing to the side awkwardly. Yeah, that’s how he expected his cabinet to act with him gone. He tied up his horse, grabbing (Y/N)’s things before taking her hand as he walked over to them. As the pair went over, (Y/N) hide behind him shyly.

        “Guys!” Tubbo called.

        “Tubbo! Tell this furry bitch—” Tommy started.

        “Oh, fuck off Tommy!” Fundy shouted back.

        They started having another go.

        “GUYS!” Tubbo shouted, making (Y/N) jump with the rest of the group. “I have someone for you to meet, so can you shut it?”

        Tommy spotted the little girl peeking out from behind Tubbo, noticing the horns first.

        “Holy shit, she has horns like yours.” Tommy went around Tubbo.

        “Yeah, this is (Y/N), she’s my little sister.”

        “A sister?!” Tommy looked at Tubbo surprised.

        Tubbo nodded. “I adopted her.”

        “I’m sorry?”

        “It’s a long story but I’m back and I’m got to bring her to my house,” Tubbo told them before walking off, feeling the little girl squeeze his hand tighter, probably getting overwhelmed.

        They got to Tubbo’s house and he looked around.

        “Er…You can have my room. I’ll need to make you a room.” He smiled at her.

        “Ok…thank you.”

        He patted her head between her horns. “I couldn’t leave you behind sis. Let’s get you settled in and I can make us some steak. Sound good?”

        She nodded.

        Tubbo knew it would be stressful learning to take care of another human while he had to run a nation but he had his friends to help him. He hoped he could do all this right.

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Pregnancy Test Roulette // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: As a college student living with your three best friends is the best and even better when they get along with your long-term boyfriend. However, one of your best friends decides to film a video inspired by another tiktok video. You just had to jinx yourself.

Warnings: Swearing, unplanned pregnancy, allusion to abortion (doesn’t use the actual word), college, and reader has a gender-neutral roommate and best friend named Lu.

Words: 2.4k

A/N: This inspired by a video I watched of someone announcing her pregnancy by taking a test with her friends. They each took one and put in a box to shake and hell exploded with the positive, the actual person was aware before the pregnancy roulette

Masterlist

They say your ’20s are your best years and maybe that comes from being able to bounce back from a night out with your friends. A night that turned your memory into episodic moments you could recall and others you had to guess about. Maybe it’s because you’re in the years where you aren’t under lock and key with your parents but not at the point where you’re expected to have a marriage, kids and mortgage.

It was the sweet spot in life. Now you didn’t drink as much as you did your first year, but you did enjoy the odd glass of wine occasionally—a beer with your older brother or a shot with your best friend. But more often than not you were in bliss nestled into your boyfriend’s side watching an old movie with a bucket of popcorn you had argued over who would make. However, Charlie was in Vancouver filming for Julie and the Phantoms leaving you in your house for the upcoming season. The home you shared with your three college friends to save money but not be stifled in dorms.

“I have an idea!” Sophie spoke, sliding into the living room in her thick socks with duckies on them. Her sudden appearance received both Alice and your attention from the movie Bad Moms playing.

Sophie’s recently dyed blue hair concealing her face from you as she flipped the long strands from her hair. Her bright brown eyes glittering with the same happiness that typically exuded from her.

“What’s this idea?”

“Where’s Lu?” Sophie inquired scanning for them in the room, “Did they have a date?”

“Nah, I’m right here Phee,” Lu announced their presence from the kitchen island going over work emails.

Sophie quickly dragged them from the counter to Alice and you on the couch with a box in her hands. Everyone in the room shared a look as the blue-haired girl went into one of her tangents that could continue indefinitely.

“Phee, calm down. What do you want to do?” Lu questioned whereas Alice had leaned forward to grab a look at the box.

“I think the best question is: what does it have to do with the box of pregnancy tests in your hand?” Alice asked flicking her ocean blue eyes at the girl sheepishly looking at the group, “Do you think you’re pregnant?”

“What! No! I thought it would be hilarious to take a test each and put in the box.” Sophie replied, pursing her lips together with a pleading look in her eyes, “Plus I wanna know how you do it…?”

You sighed with a shake of your head, “You saw this on Tiktok. We’re all damn careful at preventative measures. There’s no harm in taking the test. Hand one over.”

Sophie was quick to hand you a test along with the rest of the group before splitting off to the attached bathroom to your master suite room. You hadn’t even fought for the room when you moved in your sophomore year of college. Lu had been quick to announce that as the only one in a relationship Charlie would be over and they didn’t want a show.

The instructions were straight forward enough you had capped the test brought it the hallway to drop in the box held by Sophie. The camera catching everyone as they did so. Lu followed with their test followed by Alice, and you wandered back to your seat in the living room.

“Is there a reason you made us pee on sticks?” You inquired grabbing one of the decorative pillows Alice had bought. It was mostly Alice’s touch that brought the living room together with her minor in interior design.

“I thought it would be fun.” Sophie simply shrugged joining Lu on their couch, leaving Alice back in her seat.

The movie still paused as per Sophie’s request, so no one forgot about the tests waiting to be revealed. You had no clue why it mattered to not forget about them, as you had said before. Everyone had a pact to keep up on contraceptive, hell there’s a box near the hallway filled with condoms. Everyone just added a few to the box if it was lower than twenty squares.

“Okay.” Lu trailed off, clicking their fingers on the phone in their hands. Their attention is easily taken away from the game Sophie wanted.

Sophie was always jumping on trends on Tiktok, a few even before they became real trends, so this wasn’t anything new. Sophie even had a few viral videos on the app that sometimes took all her attention for a few hours. That being said, you weren’t overly scared about the outcome.

“Ooh, Charamader is calling.” Lu snorted leaning overseeing the cheesy photo of Charlie kissing your cheek. His contact photo in your phone had been taken by Luk as well.

“One moment.” You told Sophie with her wide eyes pointedly staring at the box on the coffee table littered with magazines, “It will be a second!”

Sophie waved you off to the kitchen where you clicked on the green button.

“Hey!” Charlie beamed from the kitchen on the apartment he shared with Owen during filming. His wide eyes crinkled by the grin he wore, “What’s new? How was that exam?”

“I think I did a lot better than I had expected.” You admitted to the Canadian guy brushing the hair away from his face. He had to recut to Luke’s style when filming for the new season happened.

“I told you!” Charlie cheered, flipping his gaze from his phone to the pan he was carefully inspecting, “How lucky am I? My girl is going to graduate with a fancy degree! I’ll be front row when it happens.” 

“Just as I will be right there when you win an Oscar.” You teased your boyfriend as Sophie loudly counted down from the living room. Charlie’s attention was drawn to the trio of your best friends waiting.

“Did I pull you away from something?” Charlie’s brown brows furrowed as he mentally went over the plans you had informed him of.

There wasn’t a single plan he remembered so he relaxed marginally when the fear of missing something faded.

“Sophie’s made us do this video for TikTok. We’re halfway through-“

“Hey Charlie, she’ll call you back. We had pregnancy tests to check!” Sophie interrupted ending the video call with your boyfriend.

Both Charlie and you frantically talking as Sophie ended the call with that bomb and not clarifying further on it. To take it further, the blue-haired beauty pocketed your phone as well to avoid her video being interrupted.

You had no doubt the Canadian actor was freaking the fuck out that you were taking a pregnancy test. If he was spamming your phone, Sophie wasn’t reacting to the vibrating other than to aggressively point over to the couch.

“Just text him,” Sophie grumbled throwing your phone back at you when the line formed between her eyebrows. The frustration of Charlie overcoming her excitement for the video.

“PREGNANCY TEST?” Charlie screamed as soon as you accepted his phone call, “Am I missing something?”

“Sophie wanted to do a video of Alice, Lu, her and I took one. We’re good.” You soothed the ruffled feathers of the male who released a gasp.

“Sophie, you gave me a heart attack. Holy shit, I just about knocked Owen unconscious.” The man in question was speaking, but you couldn’t hear the words he spoke, “What! I thought my girl needed me!”

“I’m Charlie but I won’t if I don’t end the call-“

“We can mute the call.” Charlie interrupted dancing on the balls of his feet with anticipation in his blood even if you had denied being pregnant, “This sounds like-”

“Nice try Gillespie. Y/N will call tomorrow, it’s roomie night.” Lu spoke before ending the call for you just like Sophie had, “AS much as I like the dude, this is getting interesting.”

You simply shared a look with Alice as Sophie expertly stationed the camera to get everyone, Alice was the one to shake the box again. Each of you was given a test to hold with snickers falling from lips. Lu’s hand ran through the recently chopped hair while Alice repositioned her body on the floor.

“Okay…one, two, three.” Sophie calmly spoke before flipping her test around. Everyone followed suit.

“Negative.” You informed the group. Lu was quick to announce the negative in her hand.

Sophie simply shook her head before everyone turned to Alice, “Alice?”

 The brunette pixie-haired girl stared at the test before she lunged for the box, “What’s a positive?”

“Why-“

“The test is positive!” Alice snapped shakily reading the instructions as she gripped the test in her hand. Her lips mouthed the words she read with a speed that greatly impressed you.

Everyone was huddled around her after Sophie had ended the video in pure shock, reading the test that very much said positive. Your lips parted in stunned silence sitting back on your heels just as Sophie did.

“Who’s test is it?!” Sophie exclaimed roughly running her hand over her face, “Holy shit.”

“Not mine.” Lu informed the group with a nervous smile on their face, “The last person I was with was Susan from Statistics.”

That left three people.

“Eliminate the options.” You breathed looking at Alice, “Wasn’t the last guy you were with a few weeks ago? Jas or something from-“

“Jasper from my Mythology course, but that was like four months ago! I’ve been swamped with classes and work.” Alice spoke with a small smile, “He was terrific. I should see if he’d like to grab a- “

“Not the time Alice!” Sophie screeched frantically looking around the room, “Oh my god, what about you?”

Sophie’s eyes came down on you with a pleading look in her eyes at this very sudden twist on her once innocent game. Your mind went over the last few months, but you were blanking at every opportunity.

“I can’t. Shit. I need to call Charlie.” You grumbled tapping the screen of the phone, “Alice, can you go grab a box of tests from the store? We used all of them.”

“-grab as many as possible!” Sophie cried, shaking in her slippers and cosy clothing. This was not how she had expected the night to go.

“I thought it was roomie night.” Charlie spoke as soon as the phone connected, “Something wrong?”

“When was the last night we had sex?” You inquired, leaving the man in Canada to choke on his beer.

In Vancouver sharing a beer with Owen with a film that had interested the pair playing Charlie hadn’t expected your call. Owen barely blinked at the interruption when the movie was fascinating, but he did turn when he heard Charlie choke.

“W-what?” Charlie coughed wiping his chin with the back of his hand, “Is this some weird part of a card game-“

“Charlie, when was the last time we had-“

“Jesus, I stayed the night before we left for the airport two months ago? We had a quickie in the bathroom at the airport as well.” Charlie scrunched his face recalling the lack of time he had been physical with you. His face turning red with Owen’s full attention on the flustered Canadian actor.

“Everything good?” Owen asked his best friend but only received a wave off.

“You sound scared. Is everything okay?” Charlie now demanded while your lips parted to ask if it was possible the condoms you used broke. The frantic breathing of Alice interrupted you, however.

Your e/c eyes found the pixie-haired girl leaned over, catching her breath with the box in her hands. Without thinking, your phone fell from your fingers as you lunged to the box with three tests. Alice had thought ahead and bought a box each for you and Sophie.

“Sophie’s waiting in the living room. Lu’s got her.” Alice softly told you both deaf to the two males on the phone, “I’ll be right here.”

“Thank you, Alice.” You choked marching into the bathroom, “If it’s me…I-“

 “If you’re the one pregnant, then this baby will be blessed if you decide to continue the pregnancy. If you don’t, I’m right here for you. If you’re not pregnant, we can do a couple shots.” Alice squeezed your hands unintentionally, sending Charlie into a frantic moment once more.

Your feet stopped suddenly remembering you hadn’t hung up the phone with Charlie, “Fuck.”

Alice, already reading the situation, tossed your phone to you with a smile as she sat on your bed. With a thankful one sent back, you entered the bathroom with your thumb, clicking the FaceTime button.

“This is the second time!” Charlie exclaimed scanning the background for one of your roommates, “I thought you weren’t pregnant!”

“So did I! Until one of four tests turned out positive, and now I have three more tests I need to pee on!” You exclaimed, “I jinxed us! I literally said how all of us are so good keeping up with preventative measures!”

“Apparently not as well.” Owen spoke, shoving his head over Charlie’s shoulder to see you with his kind smile, “Can you take three slow but deep breaths for me?”

With a few words coaching your breathing, you calmed down enough to mute the call and turn the phone to the ceiling for your privacy. Once the toilet was flushed, tests capped waiting on the counter, and your hands washed, you turned back to the call.

“What’re we gonna do Char?” You sobbed with a deep ache to be in his arms just as he felt the same, “We don’t live together! How can we do this!”

As Owen had led you through the calming breathing, Charlie had dug deep to calm down eternally for you. He found clarity even in the storm of being terrified and somewhat guilty, which he knew was misplaced.

“If you’re pregnant I’ll be there for you. No matter what, I will be there for you. If we keep the baby, we will rock parenting. We have friends and our family.” Charlie soothed you with his pretty hazel eyes glittering at you, “We’ve been together since we were eighteen. We’ve talked about marriage and kids.”

“Should I le-“

“You can stay.” You softly told Owen who squeezed Charlie’s shoulder while you sat in silence with Alice quietly sitting by your side.

Alice’s hand grabbed yours in comfort and support, waiting for the minutes to end and when they did you cried.

Separated in different countries you and Charlie took in the news that there was, in fact, a child on the way. Charlie’s lips parted in glee as he easily read the excitement in your facial expressions amid the fear.

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[hmslusitania]

Not that we actually know anything about ana, but the one thing we do know is that she's willing to... back off if she feels someone is not receptive to her (when she tried to take a break for Christopher's sake, that friend comment in the suit store).

How likely do you think itll be that she tries to fight for her relationship? That she starts trying to get closer to Eddie and chris to try and make things work. (Because I think she sees there's something not quite right with them but might not want to voice anything for fear that it'll get Eddie to think about a break up. If she doesnt bring it up he wont bring it up... win/win no breakups! (but not very healthy for either of them)

Sorry I just rambled at your post about Eddie looking at ana when the doctor asked about stressors got me wondering what you thought!

(Also totally okay if you dont want to answer this publicly 😊)

You know? I really have no idea how much we can expect her to fight for their relationship.

Not to start analysing a character I really don't care about and generally dislike, but I'm wondering if we actually finally got a glimpse of what she gets out of this bone dry, awkward, ill-fitting relationship (because it's not intimacy and as many people have pointed out including, most recently that I saw, @evanbucxley, whenever there's been physical contact between them, she's initiated it).

Her sister's just had a baby, right? I don't know how old you are before a christening as I am not Catholic, but you're like...pretty little, right? And considering the length of time Eddie and Ana have been ...dating...? it would also roughly cover the length of her sister's gestation period and the intervening... google tells me 3-6 months, between birth and the christening. So I'm now wondering if like the majority of what Ana gets out of this relationship is the (hypothetical)ability to show up at her sister's baby's christening with an absolutely picture perfect life -- see, there's the gorgeous (also, for just a minute if I may, that suit? for fucks' sake man let us live) man who's a responsible firefighter and a war hero and he's also a Dad to the most perfect son, see, sis, I have this lovely, picture perfect family to show off, too! Like, especially if her sister is younger? If Ana has a younger sister who did the marriage-babies thing while Ana was working on her PhD and working with kids without having any of her own-- my best friend in high school had just the worst little sister and my friend was the first in her family to go to college and her entire family was like "But [sister] got married and has babies now, when are you going to get married and have babies??" just literally constantly for a decade.

that was sure a tangent I went off on, anyway! How hard do I think Ana is going to hypothetically fight for their...relationship? Like you pointed out, she was real quick on the draw to be like "we can take a break!" in 4x08 when Chris flipped out, but it's been some number of months since then, so maybe she's gonna hold on tighter now? I think we're definitely going to see a resolution by the end of the blackout arc, that's for sure. But I honestly don't know at this point if she's going to be like "yeah, okay, you're right, this isn't working and has never worked" or if she's going to be like "but we can make this work if we try harder! (*cue eddie having another panic attack*)"

I just don't know, but I'm sure we're going to find out in the next few weeks.

[sorenskyhigh]

Ok... this boy in my school that I'm friends with and likes me can speak fucking Korean and it just does something to me. I keep telling myself that 2D boys are better than 3D boys but like I cannot help it (he is from fucking Ireland btw). Anyway, if you get where I'm going with this... Tendou, Aone, Kenma and a character of choice with a spouse who can speak a different language... be creative with the languages queen and go crazy. Also as a scenario :) THANKS BESTIE :)

Ooooo i love this! Yes! I gotchu! Need a reminder of the real good men, FICTIONAL

A s/o Who Speaks Another Language

Includes Tendou Satori, Aone Takanobu, Kozume Kenma, and of course my pick is gonna be Kuroo Tetsurou but just for fun I'm gonna throw in Hanamaki Takahiro

Tendou Satori

Satori loved being in France, the language, like any, was hard to learn. Still, he loved everything about the culture here. You being his language tutor was a big help as well.

Since most all of your conversations were in French, unless you were practicing your Japanese (you wanted to learn it for him), Satori never knew you were fairly fluent in Arabic.

Arabic is one of a few of the most spoken languages in France (next to French of course and contending with Spanish, German and couple of others), so a good many people could speak it but Satori had no idea you could.

The first time he heard you speak it when you were trying to give someone directions.

You both were lounging about in the grass in The Champ de Mars, the Eiffel Tower at your backs.

It was a day off for Satori and he wanted you both to have a fun lunch out. Satori and you had both worked and cooked up a lunch to take with you to eat out in the sunshine.

You both were munching on some food, his long arm around your waist as you leaned into him when a work friend of yours came up to you.

"Hey, y/n, can you give her directions? She's trying to find her hotel I think?"

"Sure," you said, before standing up and engaging her in conversation. Turns out she was trying to find the Pullman hotel, it was known for its great view of the Eiffel Tower.

She was an older women and had no idea how to use her maps on her phone.

You gave her some quick help before she was on her way. Your friend thanked you, telling you they had no idea what to do and were so glad they saw you.

With a goodbye you turned around to join Satori and his eyes were wide in cartoony shock. You chuckle a little.

"What?"

"I didn't know you could speak, well I don't exactly know what language that was but, that was really amazing!" With that he jumped up and wrapped his arms around you , kissing the top of your head incessantly.

"Yeah, there were a lot of people at my old job that couldn't speak French very well so I learned Arabic to help them out."

"Arabic? Is that what that was?" He pulled away to look at you in excitement, his eyebrows shooting to the stars. His smile was wide and ever so slightly crooked.

"Yes," you barely get out through your giggling.

"You sounded so beutiful!" You could practically see the hearts in his eyes as he stared at you.

"Thank you, it's been awhile,-" Satori cut you off before you could dog yourself.

"Oh, my dear Paradise, as always you sound lovely. No matter the language."

He proceeded to quiet your protests of how shit your thought you were in Japanese with a rather passionate kiss.

He always surprised you with these in public. Satori wasn't shy to show affection in public, he just doesn't show it like this much.

You had to stop him when his long fingered and boney hands slowly wrapped themsleves around your ass cheeks.

Aone Takanobu

Nobu never said it, but he loved the German nicknames you gave him.

He truly loved a of them. Like when you call him your Liebling (darling) when you're asking for him to grab you something you can't reach. Then there's Schnucki when he does something cute or sweet, like when he got you something you had been wanting for a long time for your birthday.

All of these and the many more you use are great, but his favorite is when you call him your Knuddelbär. He melts when you refer to him as your cuddly bear.

You tended to use it when, obviously, you two were cuddling. Like tonight. You both were cuddled together in bed, his big, strong arms wrapped around you with his nose firmly planted onto the crown of your head, taking in your scent.

You had your face securely settled into his broad chest. His large heart beating and rumbling through your skull. It was relaxing.

Nobu liked feeling your smaller heart as well. He's such a big guy that, it didn't matter how big you were, he was bigger and absolutely loved it.

You were mostly asleep as you intook a large breath before sighing contentedly. You were barely able to get out a mumbled, "Knuddelbär," before completely passing out.

Nobu was officially awake, his face red as hell, and his mouth stretched into a massive smile as always. He sighed lightly into your scalp as he squeezed his eyes closed.

His arms wrapped around you a little tighter as it always did. His lips barely forming a kiss to place on your head.

Nobu knew he wouldn't be able to sleep for awhile. He just loved it too much.

Kozume Kenma

You played game with Kenma all the time. And he loved it. His absolute favorite thing is when you get angry and start angrily yelling.

You'd always revert to Filipino when you'd get angry. Kenma didn't like seeing you irritated or angry per se. But he did love see you get angry at video games. Of course he wanted to be happy and live happily and comfortably, but he always at the very least, cracked a smile when you'd start angrily yelling about who knows what when something happens in a game.

Like right now. There was a level you both were trying to get through. Kenna kept getting a little behind because he wanted all the extra stuff in the level. You on the other hand were trying to keep the bad guys off his back.

It was always in the same spot. Seven tries now, where you had died and had to restart the level. You were so angry that you kept making smaller and more ridiculous mistakes as you both went on.

Well you had a enough. It started out with gritted teeth mumbles as you about broke your controller from the grip you had on it.

Kenma told you to wait for him but that just angered you more. You wanted to get through this level. Honestly it wasn't even that. You wanted to destroy that mini boss.

The idea consumed your entire being. It needed to be destroyed or you wouldn't be able to sleep or rest.

So you charged forward and were taking it on on your own and, well, you were obliterated, once again.

Your hands shook as you death-grip clenched the controller. Your entire figure was shaking with rage. You were going to explode in three.......two.........one........

Now you were angrily yelling at the game and controller in Filipino. Kenma just sat there, too. Oh-so-calmly was he, with is controller in hand. His back slumped with terri ke posture as his lips lifted ever so slightly into a smile. He tried to hide it, he really did.

Kenma knew all too well what it was like to be in this situation. He had raged on camera definitely more than once for this very same reason.

But he just couldn't help it. You were all worked up and angrily pointing your finger at the screen after you had just as angrily thrown your controller on the couch.

Kenma stood up and very silently pinned your arms against your sides. He looked you straight in the eye for a moment. He liked to see you get angry, but he also knew when you should calm down and relax.

"Puddin'," he said very calmly and quietly. You stopped, smoke practically spewing from your ears. He simply wrapped his arms around you, still holding your arms down. You slowly lifted your arms as much as you could, and hugged him back.

He very lightly kissed you on your cheek before starting to rock you both back and forth. Nothing was said; nothing needed to be said.

Kuroo Tetsurou

Tetsu loved hearing you speak Spanish. He loved learning about the difference in the Spanish spoken in Spain, Mexico, Argentina, Peru, and all the others.

You knew so much about the history of the language and how the culture in each country would change that slang so much. He loved when you would go on long tangents about it.

Tetsu especially loved when you sang in Spanish. His absolute favorite thing is when he get home from work absolutely exhausted and he hears you singing away as you're cleaning, making dinner, in the tub, or whatever it is that you're doing.

For example, on this particular evening, you were taking a much needed soak in the tub. Lovely smelling soaps and a couple of candles to give a nice dim light for a nice calm vibe.

Bubbles tickled your chin as you sang away. The noise echoing slightly against the walls around you. It didn't matter whether you had a magnificent voice, an average one, or a terrible one. You were just enjoying the moment.

You heard the front door handle jangle and knew Tetsu was home. You continued to sing as you heard the door open and close. The shuffle of him replacing his shoes with house slippers skitter down the hall to you.

You hear him coming closer, dropping his suitcase and then haphazardly throwing his suit jacket, more than likely on the back of the couch.

You continued to sing as his steps got closer. Then you heard a shuffle at the doorway. You opened your eyes and looked. There stood Kuroo Tetsurou, his black button up shirt stressed across his chest, his tie dangling around his neck.

He stood against the door frame, eyes closed as he listened to you. His eyes looked tired, the same as his small smile.

You continued to sing. You sang and sang until the end of the song. At the end, Tetsu smiled so happily. He opened his hazel/yellow eye to look at you. His smile quirked into a smirk as he took some tired and lazy steps towards you.

He sat himself on the edge of the tub. "Mmmmmm, my Spanish Siren. Trying to sing me a song to pull me under the depths to have her way with me, then leave my carcass for the sharks." He snorted a little at the end as he gave slow loving strokes to your cheek.

You hmmed in satisfaction before oh so calmly saying," Like this?" With that you grabbed his arm and caught him by surprise, making it easy to tug him into the full tub, water splashing out onto the tiled floors. His loud, raucous laughter as well as yours rang throughout your home.

Hanamaki Takahiro

You are his baby, his sweetheart, his lovely. Hiro loved you so much. Everything about you just amazed him. One of the many things that just amazed him, was how you sounded speaking Italian.

The first time he heard you, he was blown away. Your voice was so sexy, not that it wasn't when you spoke Japanese. There was just something about it though that he found incredible.

Hiro would urge you constantly to speak in Italian and even teach him a little. You spoke it so much that he, naturally, picked things up.

He always tells you that him speaking Italian just did not have the same ring to it as you.

"Kah-"

"Kah-"

"Mirrah-"

"Mirrah-"

"Day-"

"Day-"

"Laetto."

"Raetto."

"See, you've almost got it. Camera de letto. Try again." You say. Hiro had been wanting to learn how to say bedroom in Italian. He was having some troubles but he was surprisingly good with learning it though.

He sighed in slight defeat. "I just can't do it like you do, la mia gioia." He loved referring to you as is 'joy' but in Italian.

"Please, just one more time," you encourage him.

"I think i need a little incentive, la mia gioia," he looked at you with a small sly smirk.

You sigh before turning to him, "Quindi vuoi incentivi? Che ne dici se smetto di aiutarti?" (So you want incentives? How about if I stop helping you?)

"Oh, you sound so sexy," you cut him off with a loud laugh.

Im sorry it took so long to get this out! I've been feeling a little better and have been having actual ambition to write and wanted to do my best! Thank you as always for sending in an ask!!

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911 Fox Season 5 Premier Episode 1: Panic Commentary, Reactions and Other things. It’s a long rant. I go off tangent and on a tangent.  Obviously, spoilers abound! Below the cut. 

Okay- so the zoo animals in the beginning. I love LOVE giraffes. So when I saw the giraffe, which I knew was coming up I legit told everyone in the room, “SHHH!” 

I can’t wait to see the rest of all that, it’s going to be so great. Because their reactions to all the animals was just priceless haha.  Anyways-  So Eddie is meeting Ana’s family, and Buck being all, “Oh that’s a big step.” And you can kind of tell already that Eddie was a little apprehensive about the idea. And noticed how he faltered a bit when explaining about the last time when Chris wore a suit.  This MAN! Has not even- he is clearly still processing that.  As evident in the department store when shopping for suits.  Okay- so I am a big Buddie Fan.  Was before I started the show- I watched an episode on a whim. Got into it. Started going into the 911 Fox tag and wondered- “So these guys aren’t together” cause all these gifs say other wise.  Watched Episode 1 of Season 2 and was like, “I am on the SHIP” My brother who doesn’t even watch the show religiously, watched that Episode with me and went, “So is this where it started?”  Anyways- the scene in the department store was, Ana and Eddie still seem a little awkward around each other. That’s just Buddie aside. My friend who doesn’t even SHIP Buddie sees it. There seems to be no chemistry.  I think I wasn’t a fan of Ana since that comment about the skateboard, also because just, I wish the writers gave her character more life. Just something, anything to flesh out her character more.  Anyways- I’m going off topic.  Eddie legit had an anxiety attack, a panic attack at the thought of this Ana being a mother figure of Christopher. Like he heard that, he started getting shortness of breath, he watched as she got down to his level and adjust his suit and his vision got skewed and he passed out.  LIKE MY MAN! “I don’t panic”  SIR! You just told Frank back in Season 3 about how you don’t want Chris to be like you and to hide things. YOU ARE HIDING THINGS! DENYING  THINGS! IN FRONT OF YOUR SON! JUST!  I’m so glad Chris told the damn doctor, “He was shot” Because Eddie was lying, and he wanted Ana to like lie to. And poor Ana, I’m sure she didn’t want overstep so she kind of backed off a little. Which okay- I get but that may drive a wedge into them.  I don’t even know what to say about the whatever his name is. I don’t even know his name. The S.O.B who was representing himself and was so smug about and that trial was just BS. And I just was screaming the whole time that this man, got attacked this woman was able to question them. Why?! I’m so hoping that he gets caught and this time, he is done.  Avoiding the court hearing/ running during a court hearing , impersonating a police officer, kidnapping, aiding in the murder of a police officer, attacking a police officer, stalking and rape.  Just, JUSTICE needs to be SERVED or I will scream.  And Maddie :-(, she’s sleeping a lot. Now it we got a time frame, it looks like 4 months have passed- in the hospital they mentioned Eddie getting shot 4 months ago. Chimney being so worried. Just. My heart!  I hope they dive into this- this is a serious topic and it would be nice if it wasn’t glazed over.  And just, Jee-Yun looks so damn cute. OH EM GEE! I want to squeeze her.  My brother was so excited about the ransomware and them talking about it. He is in school right now I think Computer IT or something. And he was like “We just learned this! I know this!”  So he was talking about it as they were.  OH! And I enjoyed the  Hen and Karen Miachel and David Bobby and Athena  And Toni  Get together that so sweet.  And Harry is such a sweet boy, “You sit mom and we sit serve you! Like a restaurant” 

They really had to end the episode like that. With the helicopter and Athena going, “Yes, we caught him.” Oh!  And Buck and Eddie arguing like a married couple.  BUDDIE CONTENT!  I’m so stoked for NEXT WEEK! 

Now, excuse me while I go reblog a bunch of shit. 

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It had been some time after Boyfriend caused that disturbance with that odd man, and the rapper would be lying if he said the guilt didn't eat at him. He was obviously distressed, yet he continued to pester him anyway. His girlfriend went on a tangent about how he shouldn't go bothering strangers just because he thinks he can take them on in a battle, because he bit off a bit more than he could chew.

After they finished, Boyfriend finally took the hint and grabbed Girlfriend to take her to safety, and once they were out of that alley they heard a loud "BOOM". It made them stop in their tracks and look back. The smoke was visible from where they were standing. He recalls some people going to look at what happened, but his best guess was the guy's head exploded. It was bound to happen from the start.

He told Girlfriend he would be going out for a bit, even though they don't live together, he wanted to let her know unless she decided to pop up at his house unexpectedly, which He didn't mind since she would always bring treats of some sort.

Boyfriend stopped by the alley he first fought the bomb man in, but of course he wasn't there. He must have moved since there was higher traffic in that area. He spent a good hour or so walking in circles around the city, even checking the place where he and Pico hung out sometimes. He was a little surprised to see Pico there.

"Pico!" The blue haired exclaimed. Pico looked up, then turned to look behind him quickly, obviously startled, but sighed when he saw the shorter run over to him. "Bee, I could have shot the shit out of you." Pico sighed, watching as Boyfriend hopped over the top of the bench to sit beside him. "You wouldn't do that." Boyfriend snickered, slugging him in the shoulder. "What're you doing here? I thought you were going to see Darnell today." He then asked. Pico puffed one of his cheeks at the mention of his close friend. "Well.. I decided not to go." Pico grumbled, looking up at the sky. He liked it when it was a little cloudy, it stopped the sun from beating him in his eyes.

Boyfriend tilted his head, but decided not to ask him anything else. "Well I'm glad I ran into you. I have a question."

"Question? 'Bout what? " Pico looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. "Where would I go to find a hobo that's probably hiding from the law??" Boyfriend asked him, Pico couldn't help but laugh. "That's damn specific, who're you lookin' for?" Boyfriend tapped at his chin. "Not a hundred percent sure. Some dude I battled a couple days ago. I made him.. pretty mad.." He laughed awkwardly, scratching at the back of his head. "Sounds like a sore loser." Pico scoffed, standing up himself. "I could walk around with you if you want.. or whatever." He offered, against his own self liking. "I have to go on my own, I don't want him to feel cornered again." Boyfriend laughed again, his pale cheeks dusting a light pink in embarrassment. "Hmph.. Well if you're really gonna look you should try downtown, it's pretty rough down there though, so be careful." Pico sat back down. "I'll be here probably all day so if you need me, call me, I'll shoot a motherfucker if you get in trouble." He grunted. "Thanks Pico." Boyfriend smiled, a genuine smile. He's glad he could reconcile with him after the whole breaking up shtick.

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After another hour of walking, Boyfriend took a moment to see how beat up the downtown area really was. Maybe he should have let Pico come with him, he could get mugged or something..

He stopped at one of the grocery stores as  a reference point, then looked around. There were a good set of alleyways some ways from there. He's sure he would... wait.. is that him??

He could see the very tall figure of the bomb man, unmistakably due to his clothing, walking down the side walk some way from him. Easy! All he had to do was talk to him. He started with a jog. Running up on him definitely wouldn't be a good idea, so he took a calm approach to it. It was kind of difficult to keep up with him since the dude had some pretty long ass strides from his long ass legs. Daddy long legs. Boyfriend choked at his own joke.

Eventually he saw him disappear down another alley, and followed suit.

Bomb man eventually stopped when he made it in. Boyfriend took a look at the interesting graffiti on the walls around them. Did he do this? It's so colorful.. He was out of breath by the time he himself turned the corner, putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. Upon hearing this the bomb head turned around, and immediately looked bothered. "Are you fucking following me?" He growled, and Boyfriend quickly sat up. "No no I.. I swear... ufff... give me a second..." The shorter breathed out. "If you're here to bother me again I suggest you leave." Bomb man.

Boyfriend soon caught his breath, and advanced on him, which made the taller visibly uncomfortable. "I said go away." He seethed angrily, cluching a plastic grocery bag in his hand. "I know you don't like me but please hear me out man." Boyfriend started. Bomb man hesitated, taking a cautious step back, but didn't say anything. "I'm sorry for forcing that battle on you, really. If it weren't for me you probably wouldn't have to move down here." He started, which caught him by surprise. "It was so sudden, I made you battle me without even telling you my name, and you didn't want to but I kept going. I'm really sorry man, honest." Boyfriend put his hands behind his back. The bomb man wasn't really sure how to respond, he's never encountered something like this before.. Someone apologising for wronging him? That's new.. "Uh.. " The look on his face softened a little. "My name is Boyfriend, but my friends just call me Bee. I know it's weird don't ask." He snickered a little. "... Whitty.." The taller replied. "It's cool.. It uh.. it happens." Whitty glanced away. "You know, I think we should hang out sometime. Your skills are sick, I could almost barely keep up with that last one, and that's just when you're mad." Boyfriend laughed out, a large grin on his face. He stuck his hands in his pockets, and Whitty looked at him for another minute. He finally relaxed. "Thanks.." He responded, looking away awkwardly again. "You were pretty good too, I guess.." He then rested against the wall. He must not have been such a bad guy then.. "You want a sandwich or something? you must have walked pretty far." Whitty then offered, to which Boyfriend jumped up in excitement. "Boy would I! "

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This will be a long one!

Alrighty friends. My initial plan was to update the blog as we were going through the process of IVF. Truthfully, there is simply NO time for that along the way! Allow me to explain...

This is our first cycle with IVF, and I didn’t know what to expect prior to starting, but let me tell you I was just blown away by how much work goes into this process. I just assumed it would be similar to the process of IUI’s, with having a day 2 baseline sonogram and then meds for 5 days, and then your day 12 sonogram to check your lining, trigger, etc... BOY WAS I WRONG.

Honestly, so many people said the same thing to me: they had no idea what to expect with IVF so I’m just going to lay it all out on the table and be as descript as possible. Hopefully this will help some people understand the process a little better and therefore know what they’re getting involved in. :)

So cycle day 1 came pretty early for me, or at least I felt it was early. I called my RE and they had me come in for my baseline ultrasound on cycle day 2. On this baseline sonogram, the team is essentially looking to see how your uterus and ovaries look prior to starting. Are there any cysts? Growths? Areas for concern? Etc. They also draw baseline labs (estrodiol level) at this appointment. After the doctor reads the results of the sonogram and labwork, they’ll give you a call to give you instructions on dosing for your medications, which typically start that night. Note to self: definitely stay by the phone that day, these instructions are important and so is the timing of medication! Not a phone call you want to miss.

The medications that were started for me were Gonal-F and Menopur. Both of these are subcutaneous injections that are administered every 24 hours. Gonal-F is a follicle stimulant (follitropin alfa). You got it: it causes the eggs in the ovaries to develop at a faster pace than usual, and basically kicks your body into overdrive on egg production for ovulation. Menopur is also a follicle stimulant, but it contains luteinizing hormone (LH) in addition to follicle-stimulating hormone (FSH). These are typically used in combination for fertility treatment.

I injected these bad boys every night at 6 PM, and oh wowzers the SIDE EFFECTS. Honey. I don't even know how to describe what I was feeling during this time. I imagine it's what menopause must feel like. I had the worst hot flashes--to the point that I felt like I was going to faint--, vertigo and dizzy spells, nausea (likely from the dizzy spells), and headaches. I didn't notice it at first, but I also bloated like crazy. I stepped on the scale the morning of my retrieval and I was literally shocked at the number I saw.

I will say, injecting yourself is a weird phenomenon. It doesn't hurt, at all. I mean that needle is so dang tiny you can barely see it lol, but there's something that just makes you hesitate every time you go to stick yourself. That may or may not have had to do with the Menopur burning like a ~BIOTCH~ upon injection. Oooof, the burn is definitely noticeable. It goes away relatively quickly, but I did take my fertility sister's advice and use cold packs she sent me. That helped right away. It's also a large volume of diluent, so it's not a super comfotable injection. The Gonal-F I never felt and it's also super small. The Menopur was 2 mL of fluid. NOPE.

Around day 6 (I believe), I was instructed to add on another injection: cetrotide. This medication is brought on board to basically prevent premature egg release or early ovulation. Because IVF has to be timed just right, all of the timing on this has to be absolutely controlled. This is why it's so important that you're seen in the office for labs and follow up sonograms every 1 to 2 days. Your team needs to evaluate your results and make sure nothing needs titration.

My estrogen was climbing pretty quickly. My baseline was 69, by the time I was told to trigger it had already reached 3,000!! That number really scared me so I looked it up to be sure that was acceptable, and apparently it is, but it had me shaking in my boots. I have not only read so much about OHSS (ovarian hyperstimulation syndrome), but my friend went through it and it is definitely scary! OHSS is actually most common in younger women, those who suffer from PCOS, have rapidly rising estradiol levels, a large number of follicles and/or large sized-follicles, and also have a high AMH. Side effects to look out for with OHSS include rapid weight gain, excess bloating, urine retention or a significant decrease in your urination frequency, nausea/vomiting and shortness of breath. OHSS can actualy cause you to throw clots, so PLEASE pay attention to these side effects. It's extremely rare, but it can be fatal.

Anyways, my follicles were growing FAST and LARGE. Which you would think is good, but looking back, I think it was a sign that I was at risk for OHSS. I only did about 5 days of the cetrotide before my office called me and told me I was ready to trigger. I had a lot of follicles on both sides that were greater than 17 mm, and I was only on day 10 of medications! I was instructed to take my trigger shot that night (Ovidrel, which is another injection), and then 36 hours later, BAM, we were suiting up for egg retrieval!

The egg retrieval is quick, but can cause a lot of painful cramping, so you're completely anesthetized for it. Trust me: it's the best nap of your life! You care team uses a long needle/catheter to access the ovaries, and this is how they "retrieve" the eggs. The catheter is inserted vaginally, it's not through the abdomen. A few people had asked me that so wanted to make sure that was understood!

After my procedure, my RE came to my recovery room to tell me they retrieved 32 EGGS, which is CRAZY. (ya think I was hyper-stimulating...?) They did give me a warning that most patients lose approximately 50% of their egg count, but it was still an excellent number to start with. Some people are lucky if they get 10 eggs initially, so I was feeling ultra blessed to come out with 32. An angel or two was certainly looking out for us...

The embryologists call you on days 2, 4 and 6 to give you updates on how your eggs are progressing. I think by day 4 they typically want to see the embryo's reach a 4-cell count (meaning they're dividing appropriately), and by day 5 or 6 they should be blastocysts, which is once the embryo has formed separate cell structures and a fluid cavity. According to the literature, only 20 to 30 percent of embryos become blastocysts, and they also have a higher implantation rate.

My final embryo counts were as follows: of the 32 eggs retrieved, 26 were mature enough to fertilize. 22 of those 26 were successfully fertilized. Of the 22 fertilized, 14 became blastocysts and are currently cryopreserving!!!

Because I was borderline hyperstimulating, it was recommended we wait until next menstrual cycle to do a frozen embryo transfer. So, we'll be calling the office again on my next "cycle day 1" aka the start of a period, but this time we won't need those crazy injectables! Those are only utilized to assist with egg production and retrieval.

This is one heck of an update, and I feel like I just went on lots of tangents throughout, but I really wanted to be as specific as possible for people who have lots of questions! I'm an open book, so if there's anything I wasn't clear on, feel free to ask. Otherwise, be on the lookout for an update in a few short weeks! **crosses fingers and toes**

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Pleasure and Paradise

Murphy McNully Smut

Warning: NSFW 18+, my first attempt at a pretty fluff heavy smut. :)

If anyone asked you to recall the events of the day, your mind would start spinning. If winning your last match as the Caerphilly Catapults’ beater wasn’t enough, then you figured the highlight would be Murphy’s proposal to you in front of the entire stadium. It was wonderful and touching but it was the second happiest moment of your life. The first one had to be when you and Murphy initially got together back at Hogwarts. However, that all changed once you were whisked away to the engagement party that very same day.

After Orion invited you and all your loved ones to his private island for your engagement party, you’d say that would take the cake. Being on a large private island with all of your friends and family was a fairytale. Not only were your friends and professors from Hogwarts in attendance, but also the Weasleys, your father, and Murphy’s family were present for your special day. That alone would have been enough.

Until it wasn’t.

Without a second to reconsider your situation, both you and Murphy agreed to marry that day, finding the circumstances already perfect. The details of the bronze and blue decorations and stunning scenery of the island garden were too good to pass up. Everything was what you could ever want, down to the gorgeous baby blue embroidered dress you borrowed from Terra.

The actual ceremony was a fog, all you could remember was sitting in front of Murphy, staring at his huge gorgeous grin and declaring your love to your families and each other as Orion officiated the whole thing. You were eye level with your husband, the way you have always been and will always be.

But now you were seated beside him as you were eating your dinner as official newlyweds. Charlie was dancing with Murphy’s grandmother, not surprising you one bit as the older woman swung around the dragon tamer without a care in the world. She was now your grandmother-in-law. She was family, as was Murphy’s wonderful mother, and the idea of your ever growing family brought a smile to your already overjoyed face.

“What’s on your mind, darling?” Murphy chuckled beside you, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles softly.

He looked so good, his hair was perfectly positioned like it always was, but his gray eyes appeared a touch warmer, maybe it was the setting sun that made it so. Nonetheless, your breath caught at the man that was forever yours.

“I just, this is mine. It’s ours Murph. Can you believe it?”

He stared back at you, a soft smile grew on his face as he leaned in to kiss your neck while a hand rested on your knee beneath the table. By now the punch that Tonks has spiked left you both relaxed and warm, feeling just how exhausting yet exhilarating the whole day had been. Everything went by so quickly, but here, sitting with Murphy with just your attention on him made it all worth it.

“I can, Rising Star,” he hummed as he played with one of your scarlet curls. A bit of your hair had fallen down from its hold after all the dancing and congratulatory hugs. You probably looked a mess, but you knew Murphy would never care. “This, all of this,” he motioned to the collection of both of your loved ones, “we created together. It’s all ours because we worked for it. Not to mention we’re a pretty spectacular pair, love. Let’s be honest, a professional beater who ended her career with a Quidditch World Cup is married to a soon-to-be famous commentator, I’d like to think we’re a power couple. The possibility of us ending up with such a good group of people around us boils down to a handsome 94.3%. Although, that number cou-“

His rambling was cut off by your kiss, giggling as he instantly leaned into you, his thumb grazing your cheek. You adored Murphy’s tangents; however, right now you just wanted his lips on yours. To be entirely honest you wanted more than a kiss but you two being in public surrounded by family members proved that to be difficult. That didn’t stop your hand from dropping onto his leg, lightly gripping it as you continued to kiss him. His eyes widened at your touch, chuckling before countering your move by running his hand higher up your dazzling dress.

“Tell me, love. Wanna play a game of chess tonight? Because I think it’s about time I make a few moves on you.”

Your face dropped at his cheesy joke, finding it adorable and yet equally atrocious. His wiggling brows settled your decision, though.

“I think we could arrange that. But don’t forget, the queen is the most powerful player,” you whispered as your hand continued to trail higher up his leg, growing threateningly closer to his hips. Before you could continue your little ruse, Murphy rolled away from the table in a second, beckoning for you to follow.

“Murph! We can’t just leave everyone, they’ll know what’s up!” “Darling, this is expected of us! What freshly married couple doesn’t fully abandon their wedding early in the night? Let’s be honest, Orion and Terra got to business immediately. With the way they’ve been popping out kids, I’d say there is a 98% chance of them leaving early tonight to make another baby! The other 2% is for something dumb, like a bathroom break. But other than that I can assure you, they didn’t waste any time. Besides everyone is getting plastered. Now let’s roll, McNully!”

Despite being barefoot and relatively sober, your feet could not move faster than Murphy’s quick arms, bringing him closer to the suite Orion and Terra had reserved for you two. You were giggling, holding up your gorgeous dress but almost toppled over Murphy as he suddenly stopped.

“Wait! We have to do this right!”

Murphy reached behind him so you stood in front of him before lifting you up and draping you across his lap. If he couldn’t carry you across the threshold, this was his next best option. Still your arms instinctively raised to his shoulders, holding him close as he brought you into the beautiful room, closing it behind you two.

At the sound of the clicking lock, your hands found their home in his golden hair, tugging at it as you kissed him deeply. As if you’ve never kissed the man before, you just couldn’t get enough of him. His hands held you tight to his chest, his grip holding onto your hips desperately. You took your time with him, lightly scratching at his exposed collarbone as you started unbuttoning his shirt slowly. The hard planes of his chest looked so inviting, the skin slightly bronzed from being out in the sun all day. Your lips traced his neck leaving tiny nips with every breath you took.

With your attention fully on him, you were surprised to find your pale aqua dress had been unzipped and the bodice was hanging dangerously low on your chest. Murphy continued to tug down the now annoying garment, growling as more of your chest was revealed to him. You found the sudden air against you chilling, making you shiver as his lips started biting the swell of your breast as one of his strong hands began kneading the other. His touch was electric, making your head dip back at the sensation of him kitten licking your nipple.

“Checkmate, darling.”

His low chuckle was both lustful and cruel; he enjoyed just how desperate you became as soon as his mouth was on your hot body. And there was no escape as one of his hands moved from your breast down to your waist. But you didn’t want to give into him too easily. You were a beater after all.

So with a shift of your hips, you settled your cunt over his thick thigh and slowly started to grind down on him. That alone wasn’t enough to make Murphy fold, but once your hands started to unbuckle his trousers, you knew he was done for. He grunted in frustration as you pulled him out of his briefs, teasingly rubbing your thumb over the most sensitive part of him. The combination of your writhing hips, your hand on his cock, and your fist in his hair, made Murphy whine against your chest.

“Like I said, the queen is the most powerful,” you breathed against his flushed face as you started to fully pump him, enjoying the way his face contorted at your touch while his eyes darkened.

You kept a consistent rhythm against him, mewling at the perfect friction his leg provided your clit. Leaving the rest of the party was a smart choice, you acknowledged as you bit down on Murphy’s shoulder.

“Take off your shirt,” you demanded from Murphy who did nothing to waste your time.

Tiny nibbles brandished his neck as he worked on the last button of his shirt, revealing his golden taunt skin. Murphy’s gray eyes glowed in the reflection of the ocean waves, looking positively beautiful. Your fist worked faster against him, until you released him without warning. His groan was addicting, but you didn’t want him to cum yet. He had to work for that.

Instead your hips continued to swivel on his lap, pressing your breasts into his face as you rid him even harder. The pressure you were putting on him was pure euphoria for you; however, an ache in Murphy’s hip started flaring up with every grind you made. His face twitched in pain, but he wanted you to get off, so he sped up the process by flicking your clit with his thumb firmly. With a fistful of blonde hair and your teeth digging into his strained shoulders, you came quickly, the feeling causing you to buck even harder on your husband as you rode it out.

When you were able to focus again, you could tell that something was off with Murphy. He was suddenly distracted by something other than you, which was not normal for the man who had been enamored with you since you met so many years ago.

You took Murphy’s strong jaw into your hands, thumbs grazing over his sharp cheekbones, “Is everything okay, love?” “It’s my hip,” he huffed disappointedly. “It’s acting up a bit.”

This happened sometimes with Murphy; having to sit for majority of his hours left his hips and spine temperamental at times. Your need to tease and play with Murphy was replaced with the incorrigible need to make him feel better, in whatever way you could.

With a soft smile, you kissed the tip of his nose, giggling when he scrunched his face at your cute gesture.

“You stay here. Okay, honey?” You asked as you stood up, fully dropping the gorgeous dress to reveal your smooth naked body to your husband. Murphy dropped his head back dramatically at the sight of you leaving him and disappearing into an adjoining room.

“No, babe, come back! We just got married for Merlin’s sake!”

The sound of running water perked the blonde’s ears, suddenly intriguing him as to your intentions. He started rubbing the soft curve of his hip, trying to work out any knots and stress that plagued him. After a few minutes, you came back with a skip in your step which made your husband hone in on the way your chest moved as you did. The view only got better once you leaned over to kiss the shell of his ear.

“Follow me, big guy.”

Murphy followed you happily, enjoying the way you giggled as you led the way into the bathroom. It wasn’t giant, but the sizeable tub in the corner was blasting with jets and scented bubbles. You smiled hazily at the heat that radiated off the surface of the turbulent waves and fixed your hair so it was high up on your head.

The large grin that broke out on your husbands face was gorgeous; he lifted himself out of his chair and onto the step by the tub. You knelt down in front of him to finish pulling off his pants and briefs. He always loved how quick you were to lower yourself to your knees for him, but this was different. Still intimate, but it was done in admiration. Your soft hands curved against the muscle of his calves as you placed kisses to the inside of his knee. Murphy liked seeing this soft yet still confident side to you, he never questioned your ability to be both, but it was stunning to see so clearly. That was until you left a cheeky bite to his inner thigh, making him laugh loudly.

You stepped into the tub slowly, checking the temperature and sighing at the comfortable sting. Murphy placed his legs into the tub before slowly lowering himself into the relaxing bubbles, moaning softly as the jets pounded into his stressed body.

His head was laid back on the lip of the tub with his arms resting on the ceramic beside him. The hot pressure made his eyes close and mouth drop as his chest heaved slightly from the painful and relieving water. He looked heavenly like this, mindlessly accepting pleasure as his joints loosened by the second. You couldn’t help but stare at his plump bottom lip, having the urge to bite it, but that would have to wait.

Having to interrupt this moment made you almost physically ill, but you had a plan and nothing was going to halt it.

Murphy’s eyes peeled open once he felt the water level change, noticing you standing up and leaving the tub. His pupils dilated at the sight of your soapy tits, staring at you like a child watching a fireworks show.

“Scoot up, darling.”

Once again, he followed your orders without much thought, but smirked as you sat behind him. You pulled his back to rest against your chest, loving how from this position you could see the sharp point where his jaw met his neck. He was confused for a moment and lamented the fact he couldn’t see you. However, he preened into your hands when you started massaging shampoo into his golden hair, trying his best to get closer to the scrape of your nails.

Murphy’s low moan sent a wave of pleasure straight down your tummy, making you want to bring out more sounds of desperation and comfort from your husband. You took your time, rubbing all the way from his temples, to the crown of his head, and then down to the nape of his neck. With every new area you treated, he let out tiny low groans, finding the jets and your fingers providing him so much release already.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” He laid his freshly rinsed hair on your chest, turning his head to nuzzle his nose against your breast.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he started to nip at the underside of your chest, mindlessly giving you attention for his own sake.

“I asked you first.”

Once, again you brought your hands back up to his hair, lightly scratching the strands that now smelled of tea tree and coconut. The water around you wasn’t as turbulent as before; the jets had settled to a gentler roar, allowing your touch to affect Murphy even more.

“You said your hip hurt, so I wanna help,” you kissed his temple as he now started kitten licking your nipple hazily. The feeling of his tongue on you was sweet, he couldn’t help but touch you in some way. His hands shifted beneath the water, grasping at your shins, now fully placing his entire body weight against you.

“I’ll be okay, darling. You don’t have to do anything for it. I can handle it,” Murphy mumbled.

That was one thing you absolutely adored about Murphy; he was always so strong. Would rather suffer in silence and figure things out for himself. He never complained about anything, he just found solutions, no matter how hard and long it took to get there.

His resilience was admirable, but everyone needed to be cared for every now and again. No matter how strong they were.

Your hand shifted to his chin, directing his attention from your chest and forcing him to look you in the eyes. His lids were half closed, already so relaxed from the jets and your scalp massage that he could hardly keep them open. You hummed happily at the absolutely blissed out expression on his face, rubbing your thumb across his cheek lovingly.

“I know you can handle it, my love,” you cooed into his ear, “You’ve conquered every battle you’ve ever had to face. And that’s possibly one of the sexiest things about you.”

Murphy chuckled lowly at your compliment, staring at how red your lips were from you biting it so many times. But he was taken aback by how gently you are looking back at him. His eyes locked onto yours, the woman he loved before he even knew what love meant. The person who made him excited to wake up and excited to return home. The reason he was as happy as he was.

You were surprised to see his grey eyes suddenly growing misty, his lip quivered for a moment before he craned his head up to your lips. He took his time, relishing in the way your lips molded to his so perfectly, groaning as your hands trailed down the sides of his shoulders.

“You’re the strongest person I know. I just want to make you feel good. Can you let me do that?”

Murphy felt like he should protest, almost as if accepting your invitation was him admitting he needed help, but if there was anyone he would allow to help him, it was you. He nodded appreciatively, which you responded with a kiss to his jaw.

“Hands on the edge of the tub, baby boy.”

With his arms out of the way, your smooth hands had full reign over the firm curves of your husband’s body. You worked at the knots in his shoulders, your lips tracing the skin that was already massaged. This continued down his arms, and down to his hands. It was slow and tedious loving. Something that Murphy had never truly experienced before; his comfort and his pleasure was the only focus.

This was about reminding him that he is more than his aches and pains. He was being positively worshipped by you, arching into your touch as you worked your hands down his tight back. The muscles between his shoulder blades had been built up wonderfully from all the years he spent using his upper body to move the entirety of him. His head rolled back on your shoulder with a gasp, as you continued to the small bit of his waist, starting to kneed at the sore joint that had been impacted from years of sitting. Murphy’s low moans returned, tickling your ear as his breathing grew heavier the longer you touched him.

Your hands were also reaching a part of him that had been abandoned early on, but you planned on relaxing him before getting back to that portion of the massage. Murphy’s hips bucked as you grazed your nails over his v-line, pressing the pads of your fingertips into the dips of his hipbones and down the tops of his large thighs. You could feel the deep scars that marred his skin; some were silver and faded while others remained just as crimson as the day he got them. They were beautiful. Just a tiny screenshot of where he’s been, and how that path somehow led him to you.  

Murphy’s breathing was growing more labored, his arms now held onto your thighs that rested beside his own. He mewled at the way you rubbed at the thick muscle, making sure to get out every inch of discomfort he had ever felt.

From your position, you could no longer reach his calves, the length of your arms wouldn’t allow it. However, there was one part of him that hadn’t gotten the attention it deserved that you could reach.

“I’m going to keep making you feel good, okay baby?”

Murphy sighed at your question, nodding his head eagerly. He didn’t know what you had planned, he just wished to feel your touch again, whatever that meant. However, his eyes rolled back as you gently yet firmly grabbed his cock, finding it hard from your extensive massaging. He practically growled as your ran your hand up his length and nibbled behind his ear.

He was so wound up when he first entered the tub, but now his body could barely hold itself up. The only bit of interaction he could muster was grabbing and lightly scratching your thighs as you played with the tip of his cock slowly. Murphy shuddered, barely able to place kisses on your arm as you brought him closer and closer to his release.

“Please, I just- fuck,” he groaned as you held him tighter, working him at a pace that was torturous but so good, “I need to cum.”

“Then cum,” you giggled into his ear, enjoying how helpless he was beneath your expert grasp. “Do it, love. Cum for me.”

The moment you approved, Murphy’s brows scrunched in pleasure as he found it hard to hold back much longer. His chest was heaving from how intense it all was but with a few final flicks of your wrist, Murphy released with a strangled groan. His grip on your arm was tight, but you worked him through his high, enjoying the way he twitched as he came down.

A large, soft grin spread over Murphy’s face, enjoying the feeling of being held by you. However, the water was starting to grow tepid, causing you to shiver as goosebumps arouse over your now cold skin. Murphy took notice of your shuddering body, so he rotated within the tub until he faced you. Neither of you said a word, just basked in the presence of each other while your hands worked in sync, cleaning off any remnants of sweat or sand from each other. It was sweet as you two serviced one another, making sure both of you were cared for.

After you were clean, you hopped out of the tub to grab your robe as you held Murphy’s chair still. He lifted himself into his seat, noticing how much better his hips felt just from your impromptu massage. You were about to hand him a towel until he winked and speed off into the bedroom, reminding you of how you chased him at the beginning of the night.

Lazy and soft Murphy was replaced by his usual playfulness, the mere thought of your husband waiting for you in the other room made you run behind him. You almost slipped on the wet tile, giggling like a lovesick teenager as he laid spread out on the bed. He held out his hands, making grabby motions at you with a smug grin on his satisfied face.

Once you climbed on top of the bed, you yelped when Murphy forced your hips up over his chest and above his shoulders.

“I still plan on having you properly tonight, Mrs. McNully,” Murphy chuckled as he nipped the inside of your thigh, “but I need something to do before I’m ready to go again.”

Without giving you a moment to protest, Murphy pulled you down to his mouth, practically begging you to fuck his face. His eyes were wild as he groaned against your pussy, enjoying the way you played with your chest as the vibrations shocked your entire body. The silk sheets beneath your knees was luxurious and smooth, which was quite opposite to the way your husband was feasting on you like he’d never tasted you before.

You leaned back, resting your hands on his hard chest as he brought his own up to play with your clit. All the while, his other hand snaked around you, stroking himself in order to get himself ready for you.

As Murphy moaned against your cunt, your grinding into his face grew sloppy as you neared your high. The sight of your boy beneath you with his brows furrowed in concentration did you in. With a loud moan, you came on Murphy’s face, still shaking as he continued to rub your clit until you tore yourself away from his greedy mouth.

Your face felt hot from your orgasm, but your whole body flushed at the sight of Murphy stroking himself in preparation for your first night as husband and wife. Seeing Murphy play with himself was sinful as it was, but his smug smirk was enough for you to replace his hands with your own. He happily allowed you to take over, crossing his arms above his head making his biceps more visible despite the room being only illuminated from the moon.

The cool summer breeze cooled your warm skin, making you want to be ask close to Murphy as possible. After a few more strokes, you straddled his hips, taking a moment to rub at the spot that was once sore. Murphy growled in frustration, all he wanted was to finally have his girl after the chaotic day you both shared, so he gripped the back of your neck and collided your lips together in a playful kiss. You giggled against him, feeling fully comfortable and in your element, your thumb traced the smile lines that surfaced as Murphy beamed at you. They weren’t there before you started dating, and you hoped they formed from the years of laughs and grins you’ve shared.

Flashes of your time together at the commentary box in the early mornings, falling asleep on the Ravenclaw common room couches, and the proposal flooded your mind. And little did you know that Murphy was watching you, thinking of your first coffee date together, getting your father’s blessing while showing him the world of Quidditch, and remembering how elated he felt when you said “I do”.

You could’ve fallen into a rabbit hole, reliving all the wonderful little memories that weaved themselves together which created your love story, but Murphy’s hands at the back of your thighs brought you back to the moment. Without another second of hesitation, you placed a teasing kiss at his Adam’s apple before sinking down on him, enjoying how you full he made you feel.

Murphy choked out a grateful chuckle, finding your rocking silhouette mesmerizing in the glow of the moonlight. Your hair glimmered like warm honey, enjoying the way you took it down from its bun and flipped it over your shoulder. His grey eyes drank in the vision of you, baffled by the mere fact that you fell so in love with each other. Every sigh that left your swollen lips sounded like a symphony, a masterpiece that only he got to hear.

Your skin looked so smooth, making it impossible for Murphy to keep his hands off you. Loud moans escaped you as he massaged your breasts, arching even further into his calloused touch as you bounced on his lap. Murphy loved seeing you taking charge of your pleasure, practically using him for your own needs, but he needed to feel closer to you.

In a second, Murphy turned over so you both laid on your sides, chests pressed against each other so tightly that your hearts started pounding in sync. The new position surprised you but you had not time to question it once Murphy started to pump into you slowly but deeply. He adored when you were grinding on top of him, but nothing was better than getting to hold you tightly as he thoroughly wrecked you until you cried against his neck. All he wanted was to look into your crystal blue eyes as he made love to his new wife and you were in no way going to deny him that opportunity.

You moaned louder once Murphy hooked your leg around his arm and brought it higher up his hip, the new angle allowed him to fill you even more which you didn’t think was possible. The friction was so intense, leaving you helpless as he worked his cock harder into you, gaining more satisfaction as you peppered kisses to his hard chest.

Murphy’s moans turned to low grunts once he felt your cunt tighten around him, both of you moved in perfect messy harmony. Your body’s worked together as they had countless times before. It was mindless glorious fucking, limbs intertwined with one another as teeth grazed the skin and nails scratched every burning itch you two created in one another.

The overwhelming feeling in your core made you whine against him, finding it impossible to hold back your orgasm. Your fingers dug into his soft hair, scratching it as you kissed him tirelessly. Murphy groaned against your lips as he worked hard to get you off; nothing was prettier than you crying in ecstasy from his attention.

He once again twisted your bodies so he was on his back as he pounded into you hard. You cried against him muttering nothing but his name as your arms gave out beneath your shuddering body. His motions were unrelenting, ripping the most intense orgasm from you without warning.

“Cum from me, darling,” you stammered as his hips still continued to rock into you recklessly chasing his own high. “Let me see you. Let me see you cum.”

Murphy groaned at your lustful request while your pussy clenched down on him tighly. But the sight of your tear stained cheeks amidst your satisfied smile was what got him to his end. After a few more thrusts of his hips, Murphy released with a strangled groan, panting hard at the feeling of you around him.

You stayed like that, him still in you as you laid on top of his chest, finding comfort in the thrum oh his heartbeat against your ear. Murphy stroked your hair behind you ear, needing to see how you nuzzled tiredly into his chest. His heart felt like it was going to burst at the vision of you sleepily placing tiny kisses to his collarbone.

It felt like you laid like that for hours, not saying anything, just enjoying the comfort you brought each other. Laying in his arms was nothing short of paradise, and Murphy felt the same. As the cool ocean air chilled the room, you decided to lift yourself off of him to unravel the bedsheet so you both could snuggle beneath the covers.

Without a word, Murphy kissed your nose as he held you tightly against him, finding his entire peace with you by his side. Before you fell asleep, you placed a kiss to the side of his neck before whispering.

“Checkmate.”

@kc-needs-coffee

[ilikeoneshots]

Misunderstanding- Bakugou Katsuki

Mentions body image issues

I’m not a skinny girl. Never have been. So I can’t believe I let the girls talk me into going to the beach. Normally I would wear shorts and a t-shirt to swim in but Mina just wouldn’t let me be! So here I am in the dressing room. Wearing high waisted bottoms and a bikini top that felt more like a bra. I’ve never wore this little in front of anyone and I’m freaking out.

I remember a moment last year when Jiro heard Mineta trying to peep at the girls through a weird hole in the wall. He mentioned everyone except her and she was a little let down at the time. Honestly, I’d rather have had him say nothing about me than what I heard him say... I know I shouldn’t feel bad about what Mineta, of all people, said but actually hearing someone say he might be scarred by seeing what I looked like hurt worse than just imagining someone thinking it.

I shake the thought from my head when I hear Mina and Momo call for me. I guess I’ve been in here for a while... I take a deep breath before walking out of the stall.

“Hot damn, (Y/N)! You look so hot!” Mina screeches at me in excitement. Momo nods alongside her. My face is hot from my blushing.

“You sure I can’t put on a shirt? I just feel exposed,” I mumble as I look at my reflection. It feels like I can see rolls everywhere. The stretch marks on my thighs and my arms are glaring at me.

“You look beautiful, (Y/N),” Momo smiles at me.

“Let’s go meet up with the other girls!” Mina grabs my hand and drags me behind her. I keep one arm circled around my waist. Trying to hide the pudge of my belly. The sooner I’m in the water the sooner I can hide from stares.

“That’s such a cute swimsuit, (Y/N)-Chan!” Ochako exclaims. Which cause the others to look toward me.

Dammit, Ochako. I love you, but really??

It doesn’t take long for the conversation to shift from my new swimsuit to our activities for the day and thank God for that. I tried to distract myself from feeling like people are judging me and focus on the girls talking around me but as soon as I see the boys walking up another wave of anxiety hits me.

Unfortunately for me, I have a crush on someone most consider rude and mean. I don’t want him to think I’m disgusting! I mean, he’s built like a damn model and I’m...

“Let’s hit the water!” Kaminari cheers before he and Sero race to the water. Soon everyone follows behind them, leaving me behind in the process. There goes my human shields...

I didn’t even realize I wasn’t alone until I heard a grunt and felt a jacket fall around my shoulders. I look over and see Bakugou with his signature scowl. He doesn’t pay me another glance before he makes his way to the water.

Oh.. I guess he couldn’t stand to look at me.. I mean, I expected this but shit if it doesn’t suck.

I sit on one of the towels I brought and watch everyone play in the water. I really just want to go home now. Any want to be in the water left as soon as Bakugou made it clear I was gross to look at.

~3rd POV~

Bakugou did not want to come to the beach but Kirishima wouldn’t leave him alone. Complaining about spending time with their classmates and shit. Bakugou didn’t give a rat’s ass about being around those shitty extras, but then he heard Mina say she convinced (Y/N) to come alone and he found himself agreeing.

He didn’t know why, but the girl made an impression on the blonde boy. She was strong and highly skilled with her quirk. She had this personality that made people flock to her. Somehow her magnetic personality worked on him too.

He had been standing around with the other boys from class, waiting for the girls to finish changing, when he saw her walk out with Mina. He couldn’t stop himself from staring. The way her hips curved out and her thighs... fuck.

He couldn’t help but be hyper aware of her. Somehow he came to know her micro expressions and mannerisms by heart. So when he saw her attempting to hide amongst the others and cover herself the best she could he found himself trying to find a way to help her from being uncomfortable. The only idea he thought of was putting his jacket around her to help her not be uncomfortable.

He fought against his creeping blush the entire time and went to the water to keep himself from ogling her any longer. He didn’t want to be a creep but it was hard not to stare at those thick thighs.

Kirishima looked around for a moment, looking for his friend and couldn’t see her anywhere in the water. He soon found her sitting on the beach with Bakugou’s jacket around her. Kiri, being Kiri, made his way out of the water to check on her.

“Hey, (Y/N), why won’t you come swim?” He asks as he sat beside her. He saw her sad face, maybe only for a second but he still saw it.

“I just... don’t want to right now. Go ahead and have fun!” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“It’ll only be fun if you come with,” he sighed and leaned back on his elbows, “What’s with the jacket? Trying to keep from getting burned?”

“In a sense...” she mumbled. She saw his questionable look and continued, “Bakugou dropped it around me. I guess I do need to cover up some,” the last statement whispered but Kirishima heard it.

“What are you talking about? The other girls are wearing a lot less,” he was confused.

“No, I mean... I don’t know. The other girls are more... fit. Than I am. I’m just...” she motioned to herself.

“I still don’t get it,” she groaned. She didn’t want to outright call herself fat or ugly but she didn’t want to continue this whole beating around the bush tangent.

“I’m big. I know that. I’ve never been little. I don’t like wearing stuff that shows off certain parts of me. Mina pushed me to wear this when normally I’d wear a shirt or shorts over my swim clothes,” she looked at Kiri to gauge his reaction. He just gave her a ‘continue’ expression, “I hate feeling like people think I look gross or something... so when Bakugou put his jacket around me I took that as...” she didn’t want to continue. The thought of her crush thinking she looked gross hurt.

“I don’t think it was the way you took it,” Kiri sighed. Being a girl is hard, thin or not. He came to learn this since living closely with his female classmates.

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) asked.

“Well, when you guys came out it was pretty obvious you felt uncomfortable so I think he was trying to be nice in his own way,” he smiled, “In my opinion I think you look great and anyone who thinks otherwise is just completely unmanly!” He stood up from his spot beside (Y/N), “So come swim with us!”

Across the beach, Bakugou watched as the two talked. He had this weird feeling in his chest. Like he wanted to punch Kirishima in the face. Not like his normal empty aggression but like he really wanted to hit him. He watched as (Y/N)’s expression went from kind of sad to her usual bright smile. The feeling in his chest became tighter.

“Yo Bakubro, why do you look like you want to murder someone?” Kaminari asked from his spot in the inner tube.

“Fuck off, dunce face,” Bakugou growled before moving away from the other blonde.

As Kirishima made his way back to his angry friend in the water, (Y/N) fought with herself internally before finding herself stripping from the jacket and making her own way into the water.

“Finally!” Mina cheered beside Tsu.

“Sorry I took a while,” (Y/N) smiled at her friends.

“What was that about, Shitty Hair?” Bakugou huffed.

“Just a misunderstanding. It’s all sorted now though,” Kirishima grinned. He saw how Bakugou’s glare only deepened before sighing, “She took your manly gesture wrong.”

“What manly gesture? Speak fucking normal!”

“She thought...”he glanced over to (Y/N) who now seemed more comfortable than before, “She took you giving her your jacket as a way of saying ‘cover up’ instead of trying to help her. I think I straightened it out though,” he sighed and began to float in the water.

Bakugou looked over to (Y/N), seeing her finally loosening up instead of trying to hide herself away like earlier. He was so confused about why she thought he wanted her to cover up. If anything he wanted to see more of her. He pushed the thought out of his head and decided to try to enjoy to cool water.

~~

“Man, I’m beat!” (Y/N) sighed loudly as she flopped onto the couch. The other girls followed suit.

“Heard,” Jiro groaned.

“It was a lot of fun though!” Toru chimed.

“Yeah, I’m glad I made you wear that swimsuit (Y/N)! You looked hot compared to the t-shirt and shorts you try to get away with,” Mina said before getting up to go shower.

“Yeah, I got to admit it was a lot more fun swimming without the extra fabric weighing me down,” (Y/N) laughed a little. After the initial anxiety, the day actually ended up being a lot of fun. For a little while longer the girls chatted before each going off to their rooms. Eventually it was just (Y/N) by herself. All the boys already went to bed, at least she thought they did. The sound of the elevator opening made her look up.

“Oh, hey Bakugou,” she smiled a little. He nodded at her before continuing to the kitchen, “Um, thanks for earlier.” She moved from the couch to the bar in the kitchen, “The jacket, I mean.” Bakugou didn’t say anything for a while so (Y/N) took this as her cue to leave. She was almost out of the living room when she heard him say something.

“I wasn’t trying to make you feel shitty,” it was different from his normal abrasive tone. (Y/N) turned and saw him standing, looking down at the counter where two cups of tea sat. She made her way back over and sat back at the bar. He pushed the cup towards her, “I just.. I saw how you kept trying to hide and I didn’t like how some of those perverts kept looking at you... I didn’t mean for you to get more self conscious.”

“Thanks, I’m sorry I took the gesture the wrong way initially. I’m just used to feeling like that, I guess,” she laughed but it wasn’t a happy laugh. It was a more of a self deprecating laugh.

“I don’t understand that shit,” she looked up at him in surprise, “I don’t know why you’re self conscious!” To an outsider it would seem like he’s mad, but to (Y/N) who has paid close attention to him for the past year and a half knew he really just didn’t understand. They were both quiet for a moment.

“Growing up, I was picked on about my size. I’ve never been a thin girl and with society these days... it’s hard to not have self image issues. For boys and girls. I try to love myself the way I am and just do my best, but when the media and even some peers keep shoving the unrealistic standards in my face day in and out.. it’s hard not to let those dark and hateful thoughts creep in,” she sighs and rubs a hand over her face.

“That’s fucked up.”

(Y/N) let out a bark of a laugh, “Yeah, it is. But, I’m gonna keep trying to get past these anxieties. I mean, I’m working towards being a hero right? I need to grow some thicker skin eventually,” she looked up at the boy across from her. His blonde hair shaggier than normal, from the day spent swimming. His eyes held something different than usual. They’re less sharp than normal.

“(Y/N), I... argh! Fuck it, good night!” He started to leave down the hallway but he felt her grab his hand. He looked back and she was facing the floor as she clutched his hand in hers.

“Bakugou, I need to tell you something...” he stayed silent to give her a chance to continue, “Earlier, back to the jacket thing. It wasn’t just me being self conscious and thinking I needed to cover up. I... I thought it was because you thought I was disgusting and that’s what sucked the most. I know people are gonna talk shit about my size. They have all my life, but the thought that you... you of all the possible people could find me gross hurt the most,” she finally looked up to meet his gaze, “I just.. I’ve liked you for a really long time. So, I’m happy that your reason earlier was not what I thought it was.”

Before Bakugou knew what he was doing, he found himself kissing his classmate. His crush. He was about to pull away when his brain caught up with his body, but then he felt (Y/N) kiss him back and pull him closer by his t-shirt. His hands moved to cup her cheeks and pulled away slightly.

“I’ve liked you for a while now. When I saw you walk out today, you just looked so damn hot. Like I said earlier, I didn’t want any of those pervs looking at you the way I was seeing you. I know that’s probably selfish but dammit... you’re just so fucking beautiful,” he kissed her again. He felt her smile against his lips which caused him to smile as well.

“Today really was a good day in the end,” she sighed. He hugged her close to him, loving the way her body felt against his.

“Damn right it was, but I gotta ask you something now,” he pulled away from (Y/N) and looked into her eyes with a serious expression now on his face.

“If I didn’t know you, Bakugou that look would be scary as hell,” she laughed which caused him to chuckle a little, “So what’s your question?”

“Wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

[shadowywerewolfqueen]

Ladies

Suptober Day 13: Ladies

Dean was standing in front of his floor length mirror, a shirt held in each hand. He kept bringing each shirt in front of him and stared at himself, trying to figure out which shirt he should wear for his date tonight.

“You should wear the green one, it brings out your eyes,” Sam said from behind him.

Dean dropped the gray shirt to the ground in surprise. He scooped it off the floor before turning around to look at his brother with a glare. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

Sam pushed away from the doorway and walked further into the room. “Sorry. Are you actually nervous about this date?”

Dean huffed and threw the gray shirt on the bed. “Well, yeah! You said you had the perfect date for me!”

Sam grinned. “Oh, I do! Not to mention, it will be a double date with my friend, Cas. He’s totally chill, a little dorky but a really nice guy. I really think both of you are gonna like what I planned for you guys.”

“I’m just looking forward to meeting Charlie,” Dean said, grabbing his jeans off the bed and walking into the bathroom. He walked out a few minutes later, dressed in a pair of black washed out jeans and a green long sleeved dress shirt. He ran his hands through his hair, spiking it a little bit before spraying a few puffs of cologne. He slipped into his loafers and then looked at Sam expectantly.

His little brother nodded. “Looking good! Charlie is gonna love you!”

Dean grinned jauntily. “That’s what I’m hoping for. So, I’m meeting Charlie, Cas, and Morgan all at Luigi’s, correct?”

“Yep and you better get going or you’re gonna be late,” Sam said.

Dean grabbed his car keys and wallet off his bedside table. “Alright, I’m going! You’re the best little brother ever!”

Dean hurried to his car, Sam’s voice echoing behind him. “Good luck and have fun!”

Dean smiled when his beloved Impala came into sight. He rubbed his hand along her side lovingly as he slipped inside. He turned the key and the engine roared to life. He pulled out the garage and headed to Luigi’s, the best Italian restaurant in town.

As he drove, Dean thought about his date. He had never told Sam that he was gay, but somehow his little brother had figured it out. He wasn’t scared to tell Sam, he knew his brother wouldn’t care, the timing had just never been right. When Sam had told him about the double date, he had been nervous at first. According to Sam, Charlie had short red hair, green eyes, was a book nerd, and was going to school to become a computer engineer. Charlie didn’t sound like Dean’s idea kind of date but decided to give the guy a chance at Sam’s insisting.

He pulled into the restaurant parking lot fifteen minutes later and headed to the entrance. Sam had described Cas and Morgan as well, so he had an idea of the people he was looking for. He spotted a group of three sitting on benches and headed towards them. There was a guy that fit Cas’ description to a T: raven black hair, ocean blue eyes, strong chin with stubble, trim waist, thick thighs, and wearing a trench coat. He was honestly the most gorgeous guy Dean had ever seen and he felt his cock jerk in his jeans.

As he got closer, his smile fell. The two people next to Cas were not what Dean was expecting. There weren’t two guys sitting next to Cas, one with red hair and green eyes and the other with dark blonde hair and brown eyes. Instead, two ladies were sitting next to Cas who matched the descriptions Sam had given Dean. 

Three heads snapped up at Dean’s approaching footsteps. He forced a smile back on his face as he stepped in front of them. The redhead stood up and held her hand out. “I’m Charlie! Nice to meet you; Sam has told me a lot about you.”

Dean shook her hand and said, “I’m Dean, nice to meet you too. Sam has told me quite a bit about you.” Dean whispered under his breath, “Although, he left out a few major details.”

“What was that?” Charlie asked.

“Nothing.” Dean turned to the other two people. “You must be Cas and Morgan.”

“Hi Dean,” Morgan said with a small wave of her hand.

Cas got to his feet and held his hand out. “Hello Dean.”

Dean shivered at Cas’ deep voice. It had a low timbre to it that stroked over Dean’s nerves, causing goosebumps to spread across his skin. He desperately wished that Cas was his date rather than Charlie. He shook Cas’ hand and nearly whimpered at how warm the other man’s skin was. “Hi Cas, it’s really nice to meet you! Sam is always talking about his dorky best friend who is going into zoology.”

Cas gave a short laugh. “Yes, well, that is a very accurate description. I’m not the best in social situations, and I have a habit of going on long tangents about bees and their impact on the environment.”

Dean smiled warmly. “He may have mentioned that once or twice.”

“Hello, are we gonna go inside or just stand out here all night?”  Morgan asked.

Cas and Dean broke apart. “Yeah, let’s get this party started,” Dean replied. He held the door open and let the three of them inside before following.

He told the hostess there was a reservation for four under Winchester. “Yes sir, it’s right here. If you’ll please follow me.”

They followed her to a booth where she set the menus down, told them their waiter would be with them soon, and walked away. Cas and Dean slid in first on opposite sides even though Dean wanted nothing more than to be pressed up against the other man’s lithe frame. Charlie slid in next to Dean and Morgan sat next to Cas. 

Their waiter appeared, took their drink orders, and then went to go get their drinks.

“So, what’s everybody getting?” Dean asked.

Morgan set the menu down and replied, “I’m getting what I always get. Caprese salad and eggplant lasagna. I’m vegetarian.”

Dean barely kept the frown off his face. Thank God, Sam hadn’t set him up with Morgan. There was no way a meat man such as himself could date a vegetarian. “I hope you don’t mind me ordering the meat lover’s lasagna then,” he said.

Morgan shook her head. “Everybody has their preferences. Meat is not mine.”

“Well, I’m with Dean. Their meat lover’s lasagna is the best item on the menu along with their Tiramisu Icebox Pie,” Cas said with a grin.

“Cas, you’re a man after my own heart. Meat and pie are the two main staples of my diet,” Dean exclaimed. “I don’t normally go to fancy places like this. I would prefer a beer, a burger, and a slice of pie over this any day.”

Cas nodded. “So would I. I tried to get Sam to let us meet at the Roadhouse, but he said it wasn’t fancy enough for a double date.”

“He better not let Ellen hear him say that,” Dean replied.

“You know Ellen?”

“Yep. She’s married to our Uncle Bobby. We practically grew up at the Roadhouse. Her barbeque bacon burger was my idea. It’s become one of her best sellers,” Dean said proudly.

“No way, that’s one of my favorites! Her apple pie is the best thing I've ever put in my mouth,” Cas said with a dreamlike sigh.

“Does anybody care what I’m having for dinner,” Charlie cut in.

Dean finally looked away from Cas. “Oh, yeah sure. What are you having?”

Charlie made a “humph” sound before saying, “I’m gonna do the spaghetti. I’m not a vegetarian like Morgan but I do try and limit my meat intake.”

Dean tried to cover his groan by taking a sip of his coke that the waiter had brought a few minutes ago. He was going to strangle his little brother. Even if Dean was into chicks, Charlie would not be it for him.

“That’s cool. The spaghetti is really good,” Dean said.

The waiter returned, took their orders, and left them alone once more.

“So, do any of you guys already know each other?” Dean asked.

Cas shook his head. “No, I don’t. I don’t have many friends in general. Like I said, social interaction isn’t my thing.”

“How did Sam convince you to go on a double date then?” Dean inquired.

Cas glanced at Morgan from the side of his eye before looking back at Dean. “He told me he had picked out a date for me who might be my perfect match.” From the way he spoke, Cas was thinking the same thing about Sam that Dean was.

“Yeah, he told me the same thing. Fancy dates like this aren’t really my thing. I’d prefer to go to the movies or a walk on the beach or in the park. But he begged me until I finally agreed,” Dean explained.

Cas grinned. “That sounds much better to me as well. Obviously, I enjoy going to the zoo or an aquarium or even a museum. Somewhere I can be more relaxed. Fancy places like this have such high expectations from its patrons.”

“I totally agree. I’ve only worn this shirt like twice. My normal getup is jeans, boots, a t-shirt, and a plaid overshirt. I’m glad being a mechanic lets me dress like that. I couldn’t imagine having a job where I had to dress up every single day,” Dean replied with a large smile.

“While zookeeping requires a uniform, it’s all khakis which is quite comfortable. I agree that wearing a suit and tie all day would be annoying.” Cas looked down at the blue suit, white dress shirt, and blue tie he was wearing. “I only own this one suit and it usually hangs in the back of my closet. I’d rather be in my trench coat, jeans, t-shirts, and Converse.”

“If the two of you hate going to fancy places and dressing up so much, then maybe you shouldn’t have come in the first place,” Morgan snapped. She herself was dressed in a knee length light pink chiffon dress.

“I’m not super fond of dressing up either,” Charlie piped up. She was wearing a purple blouse and gray dress pants. “I’m with the guys on the jeans and t-shirts.”

Morgan rolled her eyes. “You’re all a bunch of uncultured swine.”

“Cupcake, be nice. Not everybody likes to dress up like you do. Leave the guys alone,” Charlie chided.

“You two know each other?” Castiel asked.

“We would have told you, but you two started talking to one another again,” Charlie said a little crossly. “Morgan and I have known each other for years. We went to high school together. I call her cupcake because that’s her favorite dessert.”

Cas nodded. “Ah. So, how did you two meet Sam?”

“Same as you I’m sure. We had a gen ed class together. I met him when we took Intro to Philosophy together. Morgan met him in Human Sexuality,” Charlie explained.

The waiter reappeared with their food. He passed it all out, refilled their drinks, and left them to their meal.

“Dean, you said you were a mechanic. What is that like? I’ve always admired a man who works with their hands,” Cas said with a sly smirk.

Dean blushed at the obvious flirtation. “It’s great Cas! I got hooked when I had to rebuild my Chevy Impala that my dad wrapped around a tree. I got my license and have been working for my uncle for years now. Once he retires, he’s leaving the business to me. Working on cars is like a giant brain game. You have to figure out what pieces aren’t working and then replace them. Sometimes, the problems are obvious and other times, it’ll take me hours before I figure out what’s wrong. Getting to be outside and blast my rock music while I work is a plus.”

“Oh, I love rock music. My favorite band has to be Queen but my favorite song ever is Stairway to Heaven,” Cas said before taking a bite of his lasagna.

“Dude, Queen and Zep are awesome! ACDC is probably my favorite but Simple Man and Hey Jude are my favorite songs. My mom used to sing Hey Jude to me every night before bed,” Dean said with a fond smile.

“That’s very sweet Dean. Sam has never really talked about your parents much,” Cas said.

Dean dropped his gaze. “That’s because they’re both dead. Mom died in a freak house fire and dad died when he totaled the Impala. My mom I miss a lot, but my dad became a mean ole drunk so I don’t miss him as much. I know that’s bad to say, but it’s the truth.”

Cas reached over and rested his hand atop Dean’s. “I’m so sorry Dean. My parents aren’t dead, but we haven’t spoken in many years. They didn’t approve of me being… of my sexuality. If it wasn’t for my brother, I’m not sure where I’d be.”

Dean turned his hand so their palms slid against each other. “That’s awful Cas. I’m sure my old man wouldn’t have approved of… my sexuality either. Sam was what kept me going all these years.”

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom,” Morgan announced after finishing the last of her dinner.

“I’ll go with you,” Charlie nearly shouted.

Dean and Cas barely paid them any attention. Their hands were still touching and their eyes were locked with one another. They wore matching smiles as they stared softly at each other.

“Uh Cas, I need to tell you something,” Dean said.

“Go ahead,” the other man encouraged.

“When I said my dad wouldn’t approve of my sexuality, I’m sure you assumed I was bisexual or something else since Sam set me up with Charlie. The truth is, though, I’m not really into the ladies. I’m gay. I’ve never told Sam, not because I was scared but because there was never the right time. When he talked about setting me up with the perfect date, I thought he had figured it out. I can’t tell you how disappointed I was when I saw Charlie was a girl,” Dean explained.

Cas smiled brightly and brought his other hand up to rest on Dean’s. “I wasn’t happy when I saw Morgan. When Sam said Morgan, I assumed it was a guy. Now that I think about it, he never actually used pronouns to indicate her gender either way. I guess he doesn’t know me very well either since I’m also not into the ladies. I’m gay as well. I’ll be honest, the only person I’ve had eyes for all night is you.” Cas dropped his gaze as a blush spread across his cheeks. He whispered, “I may have had to talk my dick down like half a dozen times already.”

Dean squeezed Cas’ hand. “Dude, the moment I saw you in the parking lot, I felt my dick perking up. I’ve thought about Sam in a bikini more times than I’d care to admit tonight.”

Cas chuckled. “Would you be terribly upset if we told the ladies the truth and then got out of here? Maybe we could go for a walk along the boardwalk?”

“I’d love that, Cas,” Dean replied, his eyes sparkling merrily.

Just then, Charlie and Morgan showed back up. Dean did a double take when he noticed they were holding hands. Charlie looked at them with a grin. “Look boys, Morgan and I talked, and we decided we need to tell you the truth. We aren’t straight or even bi. We’re lesbian and together, for years now.”

Morgan nodded. “Yeah, this whole thing was Sam’s idea. He assumed the two of you were gay and thought you guys would make a great couple. We told him to just set the two of you up directly, but he thought this whole double date idea would be better just in case he was wrong about you being gay. Especially since neither of you ever told him to his face.”

“If he knew, he could have said something,” Dean snapped. 

“So could you,” Charlie retorted.

“Whatever,” Dean grumbled. “Uh, we’re sorry if you didn’t have a good time tonight.”

Morgan waved her hand at him. “Psh, it was entertaining as hell watching the two of you. You’ve had heart eyes for each other the moment you saw one another. You’re like two cute puppies.”

Charlie nodded. “I totally agree! You guys make an adorable couple. Anyways, Sam gave us the money to pay for dinner. We’re gonna get on out of here and let you two enjoy the rest of your night together. Maybe we can all hang out at Dean and Sam’s place sometime.”

Charlie dropped more than enough money to pay for dinner on the table as Cas and Dean stood to their feet. They all walked out the restaurant and exchanged hugs before the ladies headed off to a bright yellow Volkswagen Bug. 

Once they were gone, Dean turned to Cas. “I guess Sam was right.”

Cas tilted his head. “How so?”

“Well, he told both of us that he was setting us up with the perfect date. I gotta tell you Cas, you’re my every wet dream come to life,” Dean said as he reached for the other man’s hand.

Cas wrapped his fingers up with Dean’s. “I definitely have a thing for green eyes and freckles. I will enjoy being able to kiss every single one of them someday.”

“That’ll take you quite a while. I have them everywhere and I mean everywhere,” Dean replied with a smirk.

Cas stepped into Dean’s personal space. “I look forward to kissing every single one.”

“Well, I know one you can kiss right now,” Dean said cheekily.

Cas raised a single eyebrow. “That so?”

“Yep, I’ve got one right in the middle of my top lip. You wouldn’t be able to see it in this light, but I promise you it’s there.” Dean looked at Cas with a bright smile on his face.

“Hmm, well then, I guess I better get started,” Cas said before closing the distance between them and sealing his mouth over Dean’s.

[justatiredghost]

Living for the moment Ch11 Read from the beginning AO3

A series of glimpses at Klaus’ life if he’d met Dave in his mid 20s. His life isn’t magically transformed, love can’t fix either of them when they’re both homeless and in a bad place. They’re not even really ready for a relationship yet. But maybe a supportive friendship can set them on a better path, the two of them inspiring each other to take care of themselves. It’s going to be a long and bumpy ride, and the question is, when will they actually admit to themselves that they have feelings for each other?

-

Klaus staggered out of the front door, propelled by a push he felt was completely unnecessary. At least he didn’t faceplant in a pile of garbage or something. 

“Fine,” he yelled back over his shoulder as the door slammed closed behind him. “I’ve got plenty of other options, anyway.”

Except he didn’t. He tried not to think about that as he brushed himself off indignantly, straightening his jacket. The weather was getting colder which, of course, meant that all of the shelters were filling up fast. This one had a few vacancies since most people didn’t want to deal with the assholes who worked there, but now that he’d mouthed off and blown it, he was out of last resorts and the sun was setting fast. 

He could always go to a club and see if he could pick someone up, but he didn’t really feel like it. For some reason, it just felt like too much work. He shoved his hands into his pockets and decided to wander around a bit until he could figure something out. 

“Hey, Klaus!”

The voice took him by surprise and he had barely turned around when Dave half tackled him, arm across his shoulders, playfully tousling his hair. 

“Jesus, Dave,” Klaus exclaimed as he barely kept his balance.

“Hey, pal, how’s it going?” Dave asked, cheerily. “You heading inside?” He gestured towards the door of the shelter, the one that had, only moments before, been slammed in his face. 

“Nah,” Klaus said, waving a hand dismissively. “Apparently they don’t, ‘take my kind,’ or whatever.

“What?” Dave said, concerned.

“I mean, look at me,” Klaus said with a grin. 

Dave stepped back and looked him up and down thoughtfully, which made Klaus laugh. “Hmm, too stylish?”

“And I’m, like, super high right now,” Klaus grinned. “But they seemed to have a bigger problem with the fact that I’m queer. Apparently they don’t want someone like me in their ‘nice Christian establishment.’”

“Well,” Dave said, shooting a glare towards the entrance. “I better take my gay Jewish ass elsewhere, then.”

“Oh, come on, you should stay,” Klaus tried to reassure. People in their situation couldn’t really afford to be picky. Or have dignity. “Stick it to them by enjoying one of their beds.”

“What about you?” Dave asked.

“Don’t worry, I know a place,” Klaus lied, trying to brush him off.

“Then I’ll come with,” Dave said. “Two can get through a cold night better than one, and I’m sure someone else would appreciate having a bed. Besides, I’d rather have your company than theirs.”

“Seems like a waste, but fine, suit yourself,” Klaus shrugged. He couldn’t deny the company would be nice. “To be completely honest, though; I don’t actually have a place in mind.”

“Thought so,” Dave said with a grin. 

“Well, look at you, Mr. know-it-all,” Klaus taunted. Dave stuck his tongue out at him so of course Klaus had to respond in kind. 

Finding a safe place to sleep was never a sure thing, but they managed to find an alcove in a backstreet where they could huddle on a bit of cardboard and be mostly unseen so long as they were out of there before the morning rush. It wasn’t ideal, and it was still much too cold for comfort, but at least they weren’t obvious targets. 

“Times like these I really miss Texas,” Dave said, rubbing his hands together and blowing into them to warm up a little as he got comfortable. 

“What I wouldn’t do for a nice warm bath,” Klaus said, curling up on his side close beside him. 

“Here,” Dave said, sitting up to take off his coat to lay over the both of them. They pulled it up high enough to block out the street lights and he grinned at him in the darkness. “Now it’s like we’re having a sleepover.”

“Great, we can stay up late, gossip about boys and braid each other’s hair,” Klaus said. “What else do people do for sleepovers?”

“Did you not have any growing up?”

“That’s for sure a no. Dad barely let us talk to any other kids, let alone have friends. No, I’m a sleepover virgin, please be gentle.”

“You’ll do fine,” Dave said, rolling his eyes. “It’s just too bad we don’t have any ice cream.”

“Oh? Is that a requirement?”

“Yeah! You gotta get sick eating too much, it’s essential to the experience. Ah well, maybe next time.”

“You want me to steal you some? Because I’ll go steal you some.”

“No, no, I only just got comfortable, you can’t move now. And, if you get arrested, who's gonna keep me company?”

Klaus didn’t know why he was enjoying this so much; just this, their banter and their closeness. Sure, he found it a little distracting when Dave’s eyes caught the light just so, or when Klaus found himself staring at Dave’s lips a little too long, but somehow he was okay with just this. Just what Dave was willing to give. 

He could always try to seduce Dave of course, usually he wouldn’t hesitate when he found himself attracted to someone, but he couldn't help but be too concerned with what that would mean for them. Klaus would probably feel the need to move on after that, before any messy feelings could crop up in either of them, and who knows who Dave would become. Klaus hated the idea of anyone growing too attached, and the stifling possessiveness that usually went along with that made his skin crawl. He hated the idea of anyone trying to control him. 

Maybe Dave wouldn’t be like that, he didn’t seem the type, but he supposed it didn’t matter. Klaus knew he couldn’t be feeling the same tension when their hands brushed in the narrow space between them and he suddenly forgot how to breathe, but Dave didn’t even react. So he tried to let it all wash over him and concentrate on what he did have with Dave. 

He had more fun with him than he ever had in his life. Everything was an adventure to Dave, even sleeping in some dirty back alley, and Klaus found it infectious. He didn’t want to risk losing this. Besides, it was certainly novel being around someone who wasn’t trying to get anything out of him. They talked and laughed until Klaus was so tired, all he could do was fall asleep. 

-

Klaus woke with a strangled cry, nearly hyperventilating as he scrambled in search of the drugs he had hidden in his shoe. He swallowed two pills dry and laid back down, trying to catch his breath and block out the voices of the dead as he waited for the drugs to take effect. 

“You okay?” 

He glanced over to see Dave sitting up and watching him with concern, a hand outstretched like he wanted to touch him, but wasn’t sure if it would be welcomed. He’d forgotten he was even here. 

“Oh, yeah, peachy,” he said, scrubbing a hand down his face, trying to wipe away some of the sweat. Now that he was beginning to calm down and cool off, he was starting to feel just how cold it was. 

“Nightmares? Or—“ Dave began, but he trailed off, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to pry. 

Klaus considered how he could reply. He could lie, maybe deflect with a joke and change the subject entirely. That was his usual strategy. But Dave already knew about the ghosts, so the deception seemed pointless. He wondered why he was being so honest with him. He didn’t trust anyone, and he certainly didn’t open up about anything that mattered, so why had Dave wedged his way in past his defenses? 

But then Klaus glanced over at him, met his eyes and the depth of emotions they held, and something inside him cracked and melted away. He found himself making a decision before he could reason his way out of it. 

“Hey, you try to sleep peacefully with hundreds of ghosts screaming at you,” he said, levity still the easiest way for him to admit anything. 

“Shit,” Dave exclaimed, apparently putting together much more than Klaus had meant to give him. “How do you get any sleep at all?”

“Usually by getting blackout drunk or high,” Klaus said, like it was no big deal. Like he hadn’t been ruining his own life since he was 12 years old just for a bit of peace. 

“Right, you mention it blocking them out,” Dave said, and there was more sympathy there than anyone should have. Especially someone who had known him as long as Dave had. Then he reached out, waiting a moment to make sure Klaus had time to pull away of he wanted, before laying a comforting hand on his arm. 

Physical closeness didn’t really mean much to Klaus. In fact, he was practiced at not really having any boundaries. He’d found it easier to just go with the flow and not care if people touched him. But things felt different with Dave. Throughout their friendship, Dave had let him set the pace: Klaus had been the one to start with the playful roughhousing, to fall asleep on his shoulder. The contact they had felt comfortable and familiar. It made Klaus feel like he could pull away and Dave would do the same, no questions asked. 

He wasn’t used to anyone respecting when he wanted space. Almost everyone pushed him around, or touched him like they owned him. He wasn’t used to feeling like a person. Maybe that was why he was still here, with Dave. Sure, there had been a few others who treated him well, but honestly, that had made him even more wary. If they got attached, things would get complicated. But that didn’t bother him now. Did he want Dave to get attached? Why was this different? 

He couldn’t help but search Dave’s face, as if the answers he was looking for could be found there. That was when he noticed that he didn’t have the blurry look of someone who had just woken up. In fact, he looked even more exhausted than before. At least that was a handy tangent for him to grab onto. 

“Can’t sleep?” He asked. 

“Yeah, you know,” Dave said, letting him change the subject. “It’s still pretty cold, I just haven’t been able to get comfortable.”

“Okay, then,” Klaus said. “How about this?”

He never had been particularly good at controlling his impulses. That was how he lived his life, after all; indulging in every whim. So he scooted closer, taking Dave by surprise and causing him to instinctively raise his arm up out of the way. Klaus took that as an invitation and pressed in close, throwing his own arm casually across Dave’s side. He sighed contentedly, slowly but surely feeling Dave relax against him. After a moment, he lowered his hand as well, hesitating like he wasn’t sure what to do with it, until he finally rested it against Klaus’ arm. 

He just wanted to touch, to wrap him in his arms and hold him, and be held. It didn’t mean anything, so why did it feel so right? He wasn’t really sure where all of this was coming from. This wasn’t the type of physical closeness he’d usually indulge in, but it seemed like they could both use some comfort and warmth, so why not? Idly, the thought crossed his mind that he’d been waiting ages to do this. It surprised him and he quickly had to backtrack. Surely that was just the drugs talking. Or the lack of drugs. Or just a result of the nightmares. Whatever, he didn’t want to think about this anymore. 

“Now, get some sleep,” he said, as much to Dave as to himself. 

‘Yeah, sure,” Dave said sarcastically and Klaus pulled away just enough to look up at him. 

“What, still cold? Or, I could move back over there if you’d prefer,” Klaus said lightly, like he didn’t care either way, because he wanted Dave to feel just as comfortable as he made him feel and he wasn’t sure how else to do it. 

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean—“ Dave said quickly, turning a bit pink, before taking a deep breath to gather himself and continue. “This is better, yeah. I’ll get some sleep now.” 

He briefly squeezed his shoulder too, like he didn’t want him to go, and Klaus couldn’t help but grin in triumph, hiding his face against his chest as he settled back down, feeling proud that he’d managed to fluster Dave. And here he’d thought the night was going to be terrible. 

[dumbbitchenergy17]

New Life Pt. 1

-You lived any normal life get up, go to school, head back home, and repeat. It was until your school had an interesting meeting with the one and only Tony Stark. Will meeting him be the best moment of your life or worst.-

Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, future-Peter Parker x Reader

“We have to leave.” The man said You clutch your teddy as the man packs your bags full of clothes and toys. “Who are you? Where are we going where’s papa?” you asked following the man around your room “That man is dangerous and we have to leave.” He continues to pack as your mother enters. “Mamma!” You rush over to her and hug her legs she looks down at you as tears blur her eyes.

“Is everything ready,” The man nods, “ Then go hurry.” She said. “Mommy what’s happening?” you ask as she kneels down to your eye level. “Just remember pumpkin I love you.” She wipes the tear from her eyes as she stands back up fixing her skirt, she nods towards the man “Go.”

He scoops you into his arms and being walking out of your room and out the house. “Mommy! Stop come back! Let me go!” You cry

“y/n...”

“Y/n.”

“Y/N!”

You open your hear Harry yell down the hall. “I’m up..I’m up.” You answer rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You trudge into the bathroom and splash some water onto your face, pulling on some clothes and walking into the kitchenette where Harry is making food.

“Morning Harry.” You greeted as you pulled on your shoes and packed your bag for school. Harry had always been part of you life since you were little. You couldn’t really remember your mother only brief memories before she left just like your dad who was never in the picture.

“You ready for your first day at Midtown?” Harry asked placing a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of your seat. You shrugged “The entrance will be a breeze I heard they have an academic decathlon team that I might try out for.”

Glancing at the clock “Crap! I gotta go I see you after work Harry.” You say grabbing your bag head out not before hearing a goodbye.

Heading outside to see Peter heading towards the bus “Hey Parker!” You yell causing him to turn back and wave as you run up to meet with him.

“Hey Y/n you excited for midtown, I hope you like the classes are cool there is Flash though but it will be cool and everything and-” He spewed out conversation

“Woah calm down Parker your more nervous about be going then I am relax this class will be a breeze.” You smile as you both boarded the bus. “Well it doesn’t help that your like some super genius and all.” Peter pouted as building passed by.

When you guys finally got to school there were many students entering as you glanced over at Peter he was waving at some guy as he walked up to each other and did a handshake.

“Ned this is my friend Y/n she lives in the building next door and this is Ned my bestfriend” He points to both of you. Ned smiles and which you return. “This is your first day here you excited.” You nodded as your head the bell ring you all began to walk in as you got closer to the office your palms began to sweat as you ran your hands through your hair to calm yourself.

“Hey,” Peter grabbed your hand, ”You are going to do great remember relax your a mini Einstein.” You nodded Right before you enter you gave Peter a quick smile. ‘You got this Y/n.’

You walked up to the desk “Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n” the lady at the desk smiled “yes Principal Morita for your entrance exam.” she points towards one of the conference room.

Principal Morita sat at one of table “Ms. Y/l/n it’s a pleasure to meet your exam is right here take your time.” He explain as you placed your bag down and grab a pencil.

“You may begin good luck.” He said going over to another table and began work on some papers. As you look through these questions you realized how easy it was breezing through each question and now halfway through the essay.

Adding some finishing details before walking over to him “Sir I finished.” you handed him the exam. He looked up at you shocked “It’s only been an hour this is a 3 hour test.” He flips through the pages skimming through the answers

“You got them all right.” He gasped staring at you “Isn’t that a good thing.” You grab your bag. He nods standing up with you “Yes very good only a 3 people have gotten a perfect score.” He looks over at you in shock.

You nod “Well I guess I’m 4th then.” A smile graces your face you can’t wait to tell Peter. Principal Mortia hands you a schedule “These are your classes you are to report to your second class and later in the day we have an assembly for the new year so if you need help around the school don’t be afraid to ask.” He leads you out in the hall way right as the bells ring.

Students fill the hallway as they make their way to their next class. You look down at your schedule for Physics class glancing back up for the room number. A girl with curly brown hair walks up to you looking over you shoulder “Your the new girl.” she states You nod “Um yeah I’m just looking Physics.” 

She grabs your arms and begins to drag you down the hall “It’s that room.” As she makes her way down the hall “Thanks!” You call to her. She waves and turns the corner.

Entering the classroom the students are in their seats you see Peter and Ned sitting together as they wave at you. “Ah you must be Y/n. Class this is our new student Y/n Y/l/n, is there anything you want to say to yourself.” The teacher which you learn was Mrs. Warren.

“Um hey My name is Y/n which you already know and that’s really it.” You grin fades looking at them who didn’t care. “Well Y/n you can sit next to Flash over there.” You nod and walk over to his table and sit down pulling out your notebook.

“Hi, I’m Flash Thompson.” He smiles trying so desperately to flirt with you you nod not saying anything before going back to work. You feel eyes on you and turn around to see Peter staring at you causing him to blush and look down, which put a smile on your face.

After class finish gave you his number using the excuse for when your guys have projects you give him and fake smile before heading over to Peter and Ned who were waiting by the door. “What’s that,” Ned points to the paper in your hand you crumble it up and throw it out, “Just Flash’s number he really wants some girl to like him.” You laugh as you guys made it to your next class.

“So how was the exam?” Peter asked opening up his locker after meeting up with him and Ned for lunch. “It was good I finished in like a hour or something.” You shrugged. “WHAT!” He yelled slamming his locker causing you to jump and people to stare. “Yeah its that a big deal?” You questioned

“Yes! it’s a big deal you have so much time left to look over omg did you fail you probably failed you should have taken your time-” He panicked his face getting red. You placed your hands on his shoulders shaking him “Calm down Parker it doesn’t even matter I got a perfect score.” saying it nonchalant.

“WHAT!” he yelled again people stared at him again. “That’s great Y/n!” Ned congratulated you. “Ned this is a huggge deal. Only 3 people have gotten perfect score!” Peter exclaimed, “Well now 4.” you added.

“How did you get a perfect score it’s literally impossible!?” He asked You shrugged “I don’t know I just answers the question they weren’t really that hard right.” You tilted your head in confusion frustrating Peter even more causing Ned to laugh as you all made your way to the cafeteria.

As the day wrapped up people kept talking about the assembly and that someone important was supposed to be there so when the announcement for everyone to head to the auditorium had you, Peter, and Ned following the rest of your peers. As you got closer people were throwing around ideas of what this is as you made your way to sit in the many rows. Peter leaned over and whispered in your ears as people quieted down as teachers made sure everyone was here “It’s usually some slideshow about the rules and stuff. Pretty boring.” You look back at him “Whatever you say Parker.”

The lights dimmed as Principal Morita walked on stage “Afternoon Midtown. I hope you all have had a good first day, usually we would go over rules but today we have a very special guest here today, I won’t keep you all wait so here today is the one and only Tony Stark!” he announced causing everyone to stand up and cheer as Tony walked on stage. You glanced over and saw Peter with his jaw dropped and Ned was jumping up and down shouting “I love you Iron Man.”

“Close you mouth before you catch flies Parker.” You yelled over the cheers making him blush.

Tony talked about technology and all that jazz and people asked questions about the avengers. Someone as a question about his suit leading him into a whole tangent, “And with that I brought up a equation from the thruster in my suit and War Machine.” People read through the equation not even trying to figure out what it means.

“Any questions?” He clapped his hands looking through the crowd of hundreds of high school students. Hands shot up around you students wanting to have his notice but you had a frown on your face. “It’s wrong.” You stated having Peter snap his head over to you.

“Mr. Stark knows what he is doing he never wrong.” defending his mentor “He may be Tony Stark but he is wrong.” you state continuing to stare at the board. Tony scans through the crowd before points at you

“You girl with the frown any problems?” Tony put his hands in his pockets,

“Yeah you equation is wrong,” you said nonchalant gasped went around the room Peter spitting out his water that he was drinking. Some teachers glared shocked that this 16-year-old was telling the Tony Stark that he is wrong, “I’m pretty sure I know if I had something wrong.” He laughed

“Well, you don’t if you don’t move your decimal you cause a meltdown in the accelerator of your thrusters.” She replied pointed at the long equation with many variables and variations to it.

He looks at the board going over he realized the you was right when going to reply to but a two teachers had already taken you heading out probably ready to tear you a new one.

You definitely screwed you just enter this school before embarrassing the entire school in front of Tony Stark. You stay outside not being able to enter as they called up Harry ‘Fuck I’m really gonna get it tonight.’ The doors open and people began heading out of the building many people were staring at you whispering to their friends. You curl in on yourself not enjoying the unwanted attention you look up and see Peter and Ned looking around probably for you. Ned locks eyes with you and slaps Peter’s arm to get his attention, they make there way over to you and immediately smacked your arm.

“Ow Parker what the hell,” you rub your arm, “Are you crazy Y/n! You literally said Mr. Stark is wrong that was stupid.” “amazing.” both Peter and Ned finished. 

“Ned!” Ned shrugged “What she stood up to Tony Stark that’s so badass.” You smile and high-five each other causing Peter to run his hand down his face.

People start moving out of the way causing you guys to look over and see Mr. Stark walking over to you “Crap Mortia wants me to apologize or I’m screwed”

Tony now stood in front of you guys Ned looked like he wanted to faint and Peter had an arm on him just incase “Hi Mr. Stark” Peter greets his mentor “Parker.” Tony nods before looking over at you

“Yeah yeah I know i shouldn’t have said that and my teachers and principal said I had to apologize or I’m screwed for life.” You explained running a hand through your hair causing tony to notice how familiar you look and how you have a similar nervous tick.

“That’s fine really you were right anyway thanks, for the warning wouldn’t want the meltdown during flight.” He joked waving you off. “You got that equation down well not even college students solve it. So you got a name kid.” He smiled holding a hand out.

“Y/n. Y/n Y/L/N.” You shook his hand with a small smile. Tony freezes for a second looking you up and down studying you making you slightly nervous.

“Nice to meet you but this might be weird but I just might be your dad.”