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tobesolonely · 4 years

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kindergarten teachers

summary: teacher!harry and coworker y/n have a hard time coming to terms with their feelings for each other

a/n: ahhh she’s finally done! i’ve been working on this fic for sooo long and i hope u all like it! big thanks to @queencharry for helping me when i got stuck and beta reading, and @behindthatbabyface for beta reading as well and giving me feedback!! i appreciate u both <3 enjoy ~11.3k words of some mutual pining and teacher!h interacting with lil kindergarteners 🥺also i am sorry if theres any major grammar mistakes (as always) or crazy typos, i always miss some things when i go back and proofread that im sure i’ll catch later! thank u

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol

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From the time you were very young, you knew you wanted to be a teacher. One of your earliest childhood memories was going to school dressed up as one for career day. Your usually untamed hair was pulled back into a sleek bun (courtesy of your mother), and you donned a funky baby-pink sweater. For bottoms, you wore the closest thing to a pencil skirt you had in your five-year-old wardrobe. When you look back on the photographs your mother took of you that day, you did not resemble a teacher in any way. You were sure if you had not done your Career Day presentation in front of the whole class, no one would have even known who you were dressed up as.

Once you moved onto college and declared Education as a major, that was when people really started to let you hear their opinions on the career path you wanted to pursue. It seemed like whenever you went home for a holiday, relatives were always in your ear saying, “You know teachers don’t make a lot of money, right? Have you ever considered something in the sciences?”. You always responded, “I know, but what would the world do without teachers?”.

Eventually, you finished your undergraduate career, successfully completed student teaching with the highest praise from your superiors and colleagues, obtained your teaching credentials, and even went back to school to get your Master’s degree. So, it was much to everyone’s surprise when you settled on being a Kindergarten teacher. People assumed that because you completed so much schooling, you wanted to be a university professor. However, the thought never even crossed your mind. You always thought Kindergarten teachers were the most impressionable people out there and knew you wanted to be one.

To you, there was no greater responsibility than that of a Kindergarten teacher. It was your responsibility to teach your students reading, writing, art, and music at the most basic level. You showed them how to play with others, how to be kind, and give them the tools necessary to succeed once they leave your classroom. You were the first teacher your students ever had, so you needed to make them fall in love with school instead of hate it, considering they’d have to stick to it until they were at least eighteen.

You’ve been a credentialed Kindergarten teacher for the last three years, and you’ve loved every moment of it. You were one of the younger teachers at school, but you never felt left out. Your colleagues were amazing people who often shared tips and tricks they wish they knew when they first started teaching.

Now, you were groggily unlocking the door to your classroom, feeling those first-day-of-school jitters you always felt. You knew kindergarteners weren’t there to harshly critique you. Still, you wanted them to go home and tell their parents about how excited they were to have you as a teacher, not run home in tears. That never happened, of course, but you didn’t want to take any chances. You drop your keys and mutter a quiet, “Shit!” setting your travel mug filled with coffee on the ground and readjust the box of donuts you had for your kids on your hip. As you reach for your keys, you hear a deep voice ask if you need help. You quickly turn around, eyes wide from being startled.

“Oh! You scared me,” you place your free hand over your chest. “But yeah, actually, that’d be great. I’m struggling to get my door open.” The man nods, his own keys he wore around his neck jangling as he retrieves first your keys, then your coffee mug.

“I’m Harry– Mr. Styles, if you want,” he holds your keys out for you to take, your coffee mug still in his large hands. “Uh, I’m the new Kindergarten teacher.” You give him a confused look and trade the box of donuts in your arms for your keys, opening the door. “The last one, Mrs. Brown, I think it was, I guess she decided a few weeks back that she wanted to retire.” You get your door open and walk inside your classroom, turning on the lights. It was a little stuffy, considering you hadn’t been there to open any windows in about a month.

“Oh, that’s right! Welcome,” you give him a warm smile. “I’m Y/N– Miss Y/L/N if you want.” A slight blush appears on his cheeks. “We’re gonna be working together then, it seems. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Mrs. Brown, but it’ll be nice to collaborate with someone closer to my age, you know?” Harry nods, and you realize he still had your coffee mug and box of donuts in his hands. “You can just set that on my desk, thanks for helping out. Would you like a donut?”

“Um, I- it’s okay,” he stammers, setting the items down. “Sorry, it’s just that I’ll probably crash if I have a donut first thing in the mornin’.” You smile at him and move to open all your windows and the back door, wanting the stuffy classroom to air out a bit before the children got here.

“I totally get that,” you giggle, walking back over to your desk. “Are you excited about the first day? I always get a little nervous. I also talk a lot when I’m nervous, I’m sure you caught onto that.”

For the first time that morning, Harry laughs. “Yeah, I’m nervous, too. ’ve never taught in the States before, so this is a bit new to me.” He’s playing with the keys hanging from his lanyard.

“I noticed you had an accent, but I didn’t know if it was weird to ask about it. What brings you to California?” You open the box of donuts and take one out, wanting to eat it before it gets cold, and the glaze hardens.

“Uh, I went to University here, but when I graduated, I decided to go back home and teach for a couple of years. I really missed being here though and wanted to come back, so I got my credentials, and uh, here I am,” he tells you with a grin, and you notice he has deep dimples.

“Well, we’re glad you’re here,” you tell him earnestly. “The kids are just gonna love your accent, too!” you joke and Harry laughs for the second time that day.

“If all else fails, ’m hopin’ to charm everyone over with my accent,” he stares at you for a moment before speaking again. “Well, I better finish getting situated. It’s fifteen til, and I reckon the children will be arriving soon, yeah?” He asks. You nod.

“Best to be waiting at parent drop-off too, there are always a few parents that are just as nervous as their babies, if not more, and could use a quick pep talk.”

“Thanks for lettin’ me know. I was thinking about standing out there anyway, just to make a good first impression.” You take another bite of your donut, giving him a thumbs up.

“You’ve got this, Harry. I know you’re not completely clueless since you’ve taught before, but I know the first day can be a little intimidating. You know where I am if you need anything.” He gives you a grateful smile, quietly thanking you before turning to walk out the door. You’re left thinking about your new coworker, only being pulled from your thoughts of him when the first bell rings.

“Good morning everyone, my name is Miss Y/L/N. Are you all excited to get this school year started?” A chorus of high-pitched yeses fills the room, and you smile warmly at your class. “I’m so excited that you’re all here! I have a little surprise for each of you!” You grab the box of donuts and walk back to the rug in the center of the room that the children usually sat on for storytime. Little gasps fill your ears, and they all say, “Donuts!” and “Yummy!”. You smile at the kids again, already feeling overwhelmed with how adorable they were.

“We all get a donut?” one little girl asks, her eyes wide. You nod at her.

“Of course! Everyone will get a donut, sweetie.” You move to get the plastic food gloves you kept so you can safely hand out a donut to everyone. “Okay guys, I’m going to pass a stack of napkins around the room. Take one and pass the stack to the person sitting next to you. Does that make sense?” All the students nod their heads in confirmation, so you grab a stack and hand them to the child sitting closest to you. “Once the last person has their napkin, let me know, and then it’ll be donut time!” You say this over-enthusiastically, and the children squirm in their seats in excitement.

As you go around handing out donuts to each of your students, you learn their names and ask them to tell you one fun fact about them. Most children say things like, “I have a brother/sister!” or “I can run really fast!”, and you find it absolutely adorable. One thing you loved the most about teaching five-year-olds was their ability to think everything was cool. It was comforting to know that no matter what you did, they’d find you cool, and your first-day jitters quickly dissipated. As the children eat their donuts, you read them a story, putting on different voices for all the various characters. You show them how to raise their hand when they have something they’d like to share and remind them to use their “listening ears” when you or one of their classmates are speaking.

When it’s time for recess, you show them how to line up quietly at the door, and assign a line leader and a hall monitor. You remind the children that they will all get a turn at these tasks eventually because it’ll switch every week, and not to worry. As you’re walking down the hall backward (one of your teachers walks that you’d finally perfected), you hear Harry’s voice.

“Okay Room Ten, we’re gonna go out to the playground now, where you all will get to play every recess and lunch. That sounds like fun, doesn’t it?” He asks them, and you hear little voices chattering out to him in excitement. You can’t help but peek into his classroom as you walked by, as his door was open. He didn’t see you because he was busy organizing his class into a straight line, so you keep going. Your class, who, much to your surprise, was walking very quietly, got loud once they saw the Kindergarten play area had a slide and monkey bars.

“We get to play on this?” one of your students, Destiny, questions.

“Yup! This is a pretty cool play area, isn’t it?” They nod and stare at you, waiting for direction. “Oh, you can all go play and run around, get some of that energy out. When the bell rings, though, I want you to listen to the yard teachers because they’re gonna help get you all lined back up so we can go back inside. Deal?” The children give you nods and thumbs up, and you grin at them, telling them to have fun and be nice to one another. As you’re turning to go to the teacher’s lounge to refill your mug of coffee, you see Harry walking down the hallway with his class, and decide to wait for him. He gives his class the same spiel you gave yours and tells them to “Treat each other with kindness” before noticing you waiting for him.

“Hey,” he gives you a grin, looking far more relaxed than he did when you saw him earlier that morning. “How’s it going so far?”

“It’s great,” you reply, leading him in the direction of the teacher’s lounge. “They’re all adorable.”

“Yeah, don’t know what I was so nervous fo’. They’re great. Also, you’re right,” Harry has an amused look on his face. “The first thirty minutes of ’em bein’ there was just them askin’ me to say things because they think I sound funny.”

“I told you!” you exclaim, laughing at him. “A British accent is definitely not something we hear every day, not here at least.”

“I figured,” he replies, and silence falls between you. “Where are we going, by the way?”

You stop in front of a blue door and sift through the keys on your lanyard, finally finding the one you were looking for. “Teacher’s lounge. Have you had the chance to check it out yet?” He shakes his head, and you pull open the door after having unlocked it. “After you.” He shakes his head and steps back, signaling you go ahead of him. You quirk an eyebrow at him, and he gives you a defensive look.

“What? ‘M a gentleman. Ladies first,” he insists, holding the door open. You walk inside the room, trying to refrain from rolling your eyes. There aren’t many teachers in the lounge. You figure they all must be in their classrooms, trying to do some last-minute organization and lesson planning amidst the first day of school chaos. However, a few colleagues that you’re rather fond of are in the room, so you take it upon yourself to introduce them to Harry.

“Hello everyone, I hope you’re all having a relaxing morning!” They chuckle lightly at your sarcasm. “I’d like you all to meet Mr. Harry Styles. He’s the new Kindergarten teacher that took Mrs. Brown’s place.” A look of realization washes over all three teachers’ faces, and they warmly greet him. Harry goes around, shaking each of their hands, voice dripping with charm.

“Lovely to meet you all. Looking forward to collaborating,” he tells them quietly. They begin engaging in polite conversation, so you leave Harry’s side, walking over to the coffee station to get what you came for before recess was over. He joins you shortly after, grabbing a disposable cup. “They were a nice bunch.” He mutters, pouring the steaming coffee into his cup. You hum in agreement.

“Everyone here is nice. The lounge is usually much more crowded than this. Everyone else must be in their rooms,” you flick your wrist up to check the time. “We got some time to sit down and breathe for a bit if you’d like? Unless you wanted to get back to your room.”

“‘M in no rush, trust me,” he tells you, flashing you a small smile. “Let’s take a seat.” Harry walks over to an unoccupied couch and sits down slowly, taking care not to spill his coffee.

“You didn’t want a lid?” you question when you see him struggling. He shrugs.

“Not necessary. Jus’ some extra plastic,” you hum and look down at your lap. You were quickly learning that Harry was not a big talker, and he liked to get his point across in as few words as possible. Him being a Kindergarten teacher contradicted heavily with his rather bashful demeanor, but that just made him all the more endearing to you.

“Do you live nearby, or is your commute long?” you ask him after a few moments of silence. As soon as you ask the question, you internally cringe, feeling like it was too invasive. If Harry thought the question was weird, he doesn’t show it.

“I live in town. I actually walked here today, believe it or not,” he tells you with a chuckle. “Was such a beautiful morning that I figured I should.” Every time you think Harry can’t possibly get any more captivating, he does, and you find yourself biting back a smile.

“How long is your walk?” You cross your legs and then uncross them, a nervous habit that you had. Harry takes a sip of coffee, mulling your question over.

“I’d say it took me about twenty minutes. I was walkin’ at a pretty leisurely pace, though,” Harry shrugs. “How about you? Do you live nearby?”

“I also live in town, but I’m way too lazy to walk, so props to you,” you smile. “The best thing about living around here is seeing your kids out in public. It’s the cutest thing.” Harry smiles, not saying anything else. A silence falls over the two of you again but instead of feeling the need to fill it, you just sit beside him, drinking your coffee. Your mind wanders off to what you were going to do for the rest of the school day, if you had enough groceries in your apartment for dinner or if you should go grocery shopping after work, and if you remembered to pay your bills on time. The bell rings to signify the end of recess, and you jump slightly.

“Ready to go back?” Harry asks, standing up and walking back over to the coffee station. “Think’m gonna get a bit more.” You go to stand by the door, waiting for him to pour another cup of coffee. He quickly rejoins you, and the coffee sloshes a bit, some getting on his hand, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Hope those lil’ buggers got some of their energy out.”

“Right! Mine was even more hyper than they probably would’ve been ’cause I gave them those donuts this morning,” you laugh. “So, for my sake, I hope so too.” When you and Harry arrive back at the Kindergarten play area, your classes are already lined up quietly awaiting instruction, thanks to the yard teachers. You and Harry both thank them and move to stand in front of your kids.

“Miss Y/L/N,” one of your children calls out from the back of the line. “Can we get more donuts when we go back inside?” You see Harry smile out of the corner of your eye as he’s giving instruction to his class.

“There are no more donuts, you guys ate them all! I have something even cooler than donuts planned for us, though, okay? Now, remember what I told you all about walking quietly, right? Mr. Line Leader, how does your line look? Do you think we’re all set to go back inside?” The child you appointed line leader turns around to look at everyone, occasionally shushing some people. After a few moments, he turns back to you, giving you a thumbs up.

Harry moves to stand beside you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Wanna eat lunch together and do some planning? I feel like it would be a good idea for us to be teachin’ the same things, more or less.” Your body feels warm all over, and you just look at him and nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Harry smiles and places a hand on your shoulder. At a normal volume, he says, “See you then, Miss Y/L/N.”

Upon entering Harry’s room, you’re immediately met with the scent of vanilla and the loud hum of the air conditioning. It was bright, adorably decorated, and surprisingly decluttered. It was the polar opposite of your room, and you found it very welcoming and comforting. “Nice set-up you’ve got going on in here,” you tell him. He jumps in his seat at his desk, not having heard you come in.

“Fucks sake,” he mumbles, face going red. “You scared me. Thanks, though. My sister helped me decorate, I don’t really have an eye for this type of stuff.” He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly.

“Well, if you ever need any help decorating for back to school and your sister isn’t around, I’d be more than happy to help.” Harry smiles and suddenly gets up from his chair, offering it to you.

“Please, take my seat. I’ll just sit in one of the kids’ chairs,” he rolls it towards you, and you shake your head, about to object, but he interrupts you. “It’s okay, Y/N. Their chairs aren’t that bad.” You take the seat Harry was just in, mumbling a quiet thank you. He hums and pulls a tiny chair up beside you, legs scraping loudly across the floor. When he sits down in it, you can’t but burst out laughing.

“Harry, that chair is so tiny! Are you sure you don’t want me to sit there instead? You look so uncomfortable,” you tell him in between laughs. “This is your classroom, after all, I’m just a guest.” Harry shakes his head, cheeks flushed.

“It’s okay, Y/N, really. ‘M perfectly comfortable in this lil’ miniature chair,” he looks at the lunch bag you sat on his desk. “What’s for lunch?” You reach for your sack and unzip it, pulling out a pre-packaged salad from Trader Joe’s.

“I’m very lazy when it comes to packing my lunches,” you admit sheepishly, pulling out a fork. “How about you? Did you eat already?”

“Oh yeah, I had a green smoothie. Not a big lunch guy,” he replies calmly. “Wanna get started with planning? I think we only have about thirty minutes left.” He looks down at his watch to confirm the time. Harry opens his planner, and you see pages filled with his neat, blocky scrawl. He jumps right into talking about the ideas he had in mind, excitement filling his voice that you haven’t yet heard.

The passion and enthusiasm he has for teaching are evident through the way he tells you about the activities he has planned, new materials and teaching methods he wants to try implementing, and things he’s tried before that didn’t work out the way he wanted them to. He asks you for your advice and listens intently when you speak, jotting down notes.

You find yourself having to mentally remind yourself not to stare at him. He was a handsome man– there was no denying that. He had curly brown hair, soft and wild-looking, the most beautiful green eyes you’d ever seen, and arms covered in tattoos. You also noticed he had the tiniest cross on his left hand. You wanted to ask him about it, but you figured that was a conversation for another time.

“Y/N? Did you hear what I just said,” Harry asks, giving you a concerned look. “Are you alright? I think you just zoned out for a couple minutes or somethin’.” You nod quickly, feeling your palms growing sweaty.

“Oh yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about something I have to do later. What did you just say?” You play off how you were just wholly drooling over your new coworker, feeling scrutinized under his piercing gaze.

“Jus’ got an email from the principal. Said we have a faculty meetin’ after school at three. Wanna go together?” He asks. You know Harry’s asking you to accompany him primarily because you’re the only person he really knows so far. However, it still makes you feel warm and special. “He said we’re gonna go over some planning for the Fall Festival. What’s that?”

“Oh, it’s just the back-to-school festival. It’s adorable,” you explain. “It’s like a mini carnival that we have right here on the playground. Every year they have teachers host booths. It’s a great way to get to meet your kids’ parents and bond with the other faculty.” Harry nods, standing up from the tiny chair right as the bell signifying the end of lunch rings.

“That sounds lovely,” he chirps, smiling down at you. “We’re gonna have the best booth out of everyone Y/N, trust me.” He jokes, the corner of his eyes crinkling. This was the most Harry had talked since you met him that morning and you were enjoying witnessing him open up to you more and more with each conversation shared.

“It is,” you stand up as well, gathering your trash and empty lunch pail. “Thanks for having me, Harry. Next time we can meet in my room. I wouldn’t mind making this a daily thing.” As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you physically wince, figuring Harry had to think you were obsessed with him at this point. He looks down, the corners of his mouth upturned when he makes eye contact with you again.

“I’d like that, Y/N. I’ll actually start bringin’ a proper lunch, so you’re not the only one eating,” you smile. “I’ll meet you in your room after school?” You nod in confirmation, walking out the door in front of him.

“See ya later.”

“Did everyone have a good day today?” You ask your class, walking backward to the dismissal gate. You’re met with a chorus of cheerful sounding ‘yeses,’ and you place your hand over your heart in a dramatic fashion. “That makes me so happy, everyone! You’re all incredible little people, and I think we’re gonna have a fantastic year. What do you guys think?” The children chatter excitedly, glad to have made it through their first day of school and see their parents on the other side of the gate eagerly awaiting them, cell phones snapping pictures.

Harry’s already at the gate, waiting for the bell to ring so he can dismiss his class. He’s walking down the line asking each of the children if they see who they’re supposed to go home with, crouching down to their height so they can point them out to him. Some children in his class look a little upset because they don’t see their parents yet. Harry quickly consoles them, telling them they can all play a fun game together while they wait for their ‘Mummies and Daddies.’

You do the same with your kids, and by the time the bell rings and you finish dismissing the ones who saw someone there to pick them up, there was one child from your class who was still waiting and two from Harry’s. He walks over to you, one of their tiny hands in each of his. The boy looks unbothered, but the girl was beginning to cry.

“Hey, Ava, should we ask Miss Y/L/N and her friend if they want to play iSpy with us? The more, the merrier, isn’t that right?” He looks down at her, and she nods, looking down. You figure she’s one of his more shy students he was telling you about earlier.

“Hi, sweetie! I’m Miss Y/L/N, are you waiting for your mom or dad?” She nods, biting her lip. You turn and gesture to your one student who was waiting as well. “Well, so is she! Don’t worry, they’ll be here.”

“I’m Matthew,” the little boy holding Harry’s other hand informs you, shifting from foot to foot. You give him a big smile.

“Hello, Matthew! I love your Spiderman shirt; he’s just the coolest. Jade, do you want to introduce yourself to Mr. Styles, Ava, and Matthew? Remember when we learned about introductions today in class? When you got to introduce yourself to all your classmates?”

Jade nods, a big, toothy grin on her face. “Hi! My name is Jade, and I am five-years-old but my birthday is September 19th, so I’m actually almost six-years-old,” she tells them matter-of-factly. “It’s very nice to meet you!” She adds, remembering the script you gave them earlier. Harry looks down at her, an impressed look on his face.

“Well, it is very lovely to meet you too, Jade! Do we all know how to play iSpy?” Jade and Matthew shout in excitement, but Ava just grips tighter onto Harry’s hand. He looks down at her again. “Do y’ want Miss Y/L/N and I to show you how to play, Ava?” His voice is very quiet, slow, and soothing. She nods, letting go of his hand.

“Well Ava,” you say, looking around for something to start the game out with. “I would say, “I spy with my little eye something green. Then you, Mr. Styles, Matthew, and Jade, would have to look around and name out everything that’s green. If you name something and it’s not it, then I will tell you nope, and you can try again, but if you figure it out, then you’re the winner! Does that make sense?”

She nods, and you see a gleam of excitement in her eyes. “Can I go first?” She asks quietly. You tell her, yes, and she looks around quickly, trying to find something to say. “I spy with my little eye something blue!” She has a triumphant smile on her face, and even though you immediately know she’s talking about the sky and you’re sure Harry does too, you both decide to take a step back and let the children take the game into their own hands.

“Y’know, that lil’ introduction Jade gave was really somethin’. I didn’t even think about teachin’ my kids that. Think I’ll try that out tomorrow,” Harry whispers, craning his neck slightly to be at your ear. You shiver at the feeling of his warm breath against your skin.

“Yeah, I feel like that’s always a good first day of school activity for them to do. A lot of them have never really been exposed to people outside of their immediate family, so they’re not too sure how to talk to others.” Harry hums, standing back up straight.

“Mr. Styles,” Matthew calls, running over to Harry. “My mommy is here. Can I go now?” Harry nods, telling Matthew to wait for him so he can say hi to his mother. You watch as he walks away, overhearing as he tells the boy’s mother what a great job he did today and how he’s so excited to go through this school year with him in his class. Ten minutes later, Jade and Ava are gone as well, and Harry locks the dismissal gate.

“I forgot how exhausting the first day could be,” he tells you, letting out a quiet sigh. “Ready to go to that meeting, though? It’s just about three.” You check your watch and see the time read at 2:57 PM.

“Yeah, just let me grab my bag, and we can head over there. I’m really hoping this won’t take too long; I was planning on going grocery shopping after this,” you walk down the hall towards your classroom and feel Harry’s gaze on you.

“Where do you like to go grocery shopping?” he asks after a few moments of silence. “I need to pick up some groceries this week, too. ’ve been eatin’ takeout for the past week, and I’m starting to feel like shit.” You laugh, unlocking your door. Harry stands outside, holding it open while you grab your purse and lunch bag.

“Honestly, I don’t have a preference. I switch it up a lot,” you shrug, making sure all the windows are closed before walking out. “Was there something, in particular, you were looking for?”

“Uh,” Harry scratches the back of his head. “No? Maybe you could text me a list of all your favorite stores, though. Jus’ so I won’t forget.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him, ignoring how fast your heart was beating. “Are you asking for my number, Mr. Styles?”

“I guess I am,” he replies nonchalantly. “We’re gonna be workin’ together a lot. Might as well have your number– if that’s okay, I mean.” He looks down at you.

“Yeah, remind me after the meeting,” you tell him, trying your hardest to play it cool. “Don’t let me forget.”

“Trust me, I won’t.”

“So Y/N and Harry, you two will be in charge of the pumpkin decorating booth? Is that right?” The principal looks down at his notes and then shifts his gaze between the both of you. You both nod.

“Yeah, I’m excited! I think it’ll be a lot of fun,” you reply excitedly. “We can go to the craft store and get a bunch of paints, but where do you think the best place to get the pumpkins would be?” You pull out your planner, ready to jot down any suggestions.

“You two could try going to a pumpkin patch? They’re starting to pop-up around town,” one teacher suggests. “I’m sure if you purchased a bunch and told them it was for a school event, we could get some kind of deal.” The rest of the faculty buzzes in agreement.

“Y/N and Harry, could you get to a pumpkin patch sometimes this week and see if they can give us an estimate of how much it would cost? Then I could let the PTA know.” You and Harry confirm that it will be possible to do sometime this week, and the meeting continues on.

By the time you’re finally free to leave the meeting, it’s already growing dark outside. Harry’s hands are shoved in his pockets, and he’s looking down at his feet. “So–”

“Do you want–”

You both stop, laughing awkwardly. “You go first.” you tighten the grip on your purse.

“Uh, I was jus’ gonna ask if I could get your number now. Yanno, so we can plan when we’re gonna go get all the stuff for our booth? And you still gotta tell me what your favorite grocery stores are,” he has a playful look in his eyes. For the thousandth time that day, your hands become clammy. There was just something about every interaction you had with him that made you so nervous.

“Oh yeah,” you answer coolly, digging in your purse for your phone. “Just text your number, so I have it.” You hand him his phone, and he stops dead in his tracks, a look of concentration on his face.

“I can’t walk and be on the phone at the same time,” he mutters when he looks back up and realizes you were watching him the whole time. “I don’t know how people do it.” He hands you back your phone. “What were y’ gonna ask me?”

“I was just um, I was gonna ask if you wanted me to give you a ride home? I mean, since you walked to work today and it’ll be dark soon,” talking to Harry made you feel like a nervous school girl interacting with her first crush, and you hated that feeling.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that–”

“It’s no bother, really,” you cut him off, and you realize you sound a little eager, but at that point, you didn’t even care. “I’m sure we don’t live too far from each other.” Harry looks slightly unsure but nods, and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“If you’re sure, Y/N. I appreciate it, I owe you one,” he’s following behind you to the teacher parking lot. You silently pray your car isn’t messy inside like it usually is as you approach it. You decide to pick up your pace and walk ahead of him, telling yourself if the passenger side was messy, you’d just quickly throw everything in the back. “Heyyyy, why’re you walkin’ so fast? Are you sure you’ve got the time to take me home?” He takes a few big strides and quickly catches up with your hurried, tiny ones.

“Yeah, of course, I have time,” you respond, unlocking your car as you approach it. “If it’s messy, then just ignore it.” you preface, honestly not remembering the state in which you left your car this morning when you walked into work.

“Don’t worry about it. You should see mine,” Harry jokes, and it immediately puts you at ease. As you’re about to open your door, Harry quickly rushes to your side, opening it himself. “Let me.”

His hand rests over yours, and you quickly pull it away, your body heating up. “Harry, I’m already right here. I can open my own car door.”

“I know you can. But I’m a gentle—“

“You’re a gentleman, I know,” you playfully roll your eyes and take a step back, allowing Harry to open your car door all the way. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t flattered and honestly a little bit turned on. He flashes you a smile as you situate yourself behind the wheel of the car and makes sure you’re all the way in before slamming it shut. You see him lightly jog around to the passenger side, and soon enough, he’s beside you, your car immediately starting to smell like his cologne.

“What music do you like to listen to?” Harry asks, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“You ask me a lot of random questions, Harry,” you reply, looking behind you as you slowly back out.

“Is it a crime to wanna get to know my new coworker?” you can hear a smile in his voice. “C’mon. What’s your favorite music to listen to?”

You shrug, looking both ways before exiting the parking lot. “Where do you live?”

“I don’t know my address yet. Just take a left at this light coming up. Favorite music?” Out of the corner of his eye, you see him scrolling through his music library.

“You don’t know your address yet?”

“No. I’ll play something random,” he says, tapping his hand on his knee. “You can take a right at that stop sign up there.” You put on your blinker and glance over your shoulder before switching lanes. Harry quickly pairs his phone with your Bluetooth, and a song you’re unfamiliar with blares through your speakers. Neither one of you says anything else, only speaking to each other when he’s giving you directions to his house, and you’re confirming what he said.

After two more songs, Harry says, “S’right up here.” He’s led you to a beautiful apartment complex— one you were looking at when you were moving out of your parent’s home but just couldn’t afford as a new graduate. You expertly parallel park and then turn the car off, a silence falling between the two of you.

“This is a nice complex,” you tell him after a moment. “Really close to school. I see why you opted to walk to work today.”

“Mhm,” he hums. His seatbelt is still fastened. “I understand if you’re busy, but did you wanna come in?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and he quickly backtracks. “I mean— it’s just— remember the activity you taught your kids today? About introductions? Jus’ wanted to know if you could walk me through it, that’s all.”

“Oh. Well yeah, I can hang out for a bit.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and reach in the backseat for your purse that you threw haphazardly over your shoulder earlier.

“Will your boyfriend be okay with you coming in, though?” He’s chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“What makes you think I have a boyfriend?” You’re slightly taken aback and oddly flattered that he thought you were in a relationship.

“I dunno,” his face grows red. “You got all weird when I opened doors for ya. Figured you had a boyfriend.”

“I don’t.”

“Cool.” More silence falls, this time an awkward one.

“Should we go inside now?” you unlock the doors, quickly getting out of the car. Harry follows behind you and waits for you to walk onto the sidewalk before going up the walkway.

“How close do you live to me?” Harry asks, punching in his gate code. He pulls the gate open and gestures for you to go ahead of him. You decide not to comment on it this time.

“A couple blocks away. I could probably walk over here if I was in the mood to,” Harry shuts the gate behind you and walks over to the first set of stairs, taking them two at a time. “I was interested in this complex when I was moving out of my parents’ but I settled on something else.” He hums, stopping in front of the first door at the top of the stairs. There’s a brown ‘Welcome!’ mat outside his door, along with a few potted plants.

“Here we are,” he looks over his shoulder as if he’s checking if you’re still there. “Excuse the boxes. ‘M not done unpacking yet.” He pushes open the door and steps in, quickly turning on the light. You’re met with the same sweet scent of vanilla that’s in his classroom. Considering he was in the process of unpacking, his apartment was reasonably tidy.

“It looks good in here,” your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. You were in your coworker’s house that you just met that day, and you could already feel yourself developing a crush on him. There was obviously no way you’d let this relationship progress past anything strictly professional, but that didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to admire his beauty.

“Thanks,” he gives you a smile, relief washing over his face. “You can set your bag down if you want. Take a seat, make yourself at home.” He leaves the room, and you hear him rattling around in the kitchen. “Can I get you anything to drink? Wine? Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee sounds great,” you reply. You set your purse down on his coffee table and sit on the edge of his couch, inspecting his living room closer. There were two books on the table, both flipped upside down as a way to mark his page. There were a few more plants inside, similar to the ones in front of his door. There was a framed picture of him with two beautiful women you assumed to be his mother and sister. Harry comes back into the room a few minutes later, two steaming cups of black coffee in hand.

“Here you are, Miss Y/L/N,” he puts on an exaggerated posh accent, and you giggle.

“Why thank you, Mr. Styles,” you respond in the same voice. “Do you have cream and sugar?”

He wrinkles his nose. “I think I might have sugar. Is oat milk, okay? I don’t have cream.” He goes back to his kitchen to retrieve the items before you can tell him it’s okay, and you’ll just drink it black. You thank him, pouring the tiniest splash of oat milk into your coffee. You can feel his eyes on you as you add a bit of sugar, stir, taste, and then add some more.

“So,” you begin after your coffee is made to your liking. “What did you think about your first day? You can be honest since we’re not on campus anymore.” Harry laughs, looking down at his fingernails.

“Uh,” he starts. You notice he says, ‘uh’ a lot. “It was terrific. Not so sure I would’ve felt the same way if I didn’t have you to help me through it.”

“We’re partners in crime now, Harry. We’re the two Kindergarten teachers, and you’re the only other person there my age? We’ve definitely gotta stick together,” you give him a big smile. He doesn’t smile back but looks a bit troubled instead. You wait for him to speak, coming to accept that long pauses were just a thing when having a conversation with Harry.

“Y’know how I assumed you had a boyfriend earlier? I thought after I’d said that–– rather I hoped after I said that you’d be like,” he clears his throat. “‘Why, no! I don’t have a boyfriend. Do you have a girlfriend?’” He put on the worst American accent you’d ever heard to imitate your voice, causing you to laugh. “To which I would’ve replied with a simple ‘no.’”

Now it’s your turn to leave Harry wondering what you’re thinking for the first time all day. You can feel his eyes on you as you look at his couch cushions, noticing a bit of crumbs that you hadn’t seen before. “Are you flirting with me?”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“You don’t even know me. We just met today.”

“Does that mean I can’t think you’re beautiful?”

You bite your lip, feeling yourself starting to grow a bit turned on by his forwardness. There was a part of you that would risk it all for just one night in bed with Harry because you just found him that attractive. The rational, adult side of you was screaming, ‘Don’t mix business with pleasure!’. By now, you had both moved closer on the couch to one another, knees nearly touching. “I think you’re beautiful, too.” He grins, setting his coffee cup down. You do the same.

“Would it be crazy of me to tell you that I really wanna kiss you right now?” His face is mere inches from yours, so close that you could smell the coffee on his breath. You shake your head.

“No. I really wanna kiss you too.”

“C’ mere, then.”

Harry leans forward a bit more until his lips are ghosting over yours. You pull at the collar of his shirt, bringing his already close body even closer to yours. His lips are softer than they look, and he’s a better kisser than you thought he’d be, too. He brings his hands up to tangle them in your hair, and that’s when you abruptly pull away, not wanting things to go too far. “We shouldn’t…” He looks at you with sad eyes, but he nods, understanding what you mean.

“Probably not the best idea?” his response comes out as more of a question than a statement, but you nod in agreement anyway.

“Definitely not. I’m um–– I’m actually gonna go,” you stand up, slinging your purse over your shoulder. “Thanks for the coffee, Harry. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see––”

You’re out the door, rushing down the stairs before he can even finish his sentence.

The rest of the school week goes on without either one of you mentioning it. It’s a little awkward for a couple of days, but by the time Friday rolls around, both of you decide the best course of action to take regarding the kiss would be to act like it never happened.

You’re in your room at lunch hanging up your kids’ artwork they made during their ‘Free Time’ this morning, having declined Harry’s lunch invitation for the fourth time that week. You decided to pretend to be busy with work so you wouldn’t be too tempted to go into his room. To most people, you’re sure it looked like you were avoiding him–– and maybe you were. However, you were trying to get over this crush on him in the best way that you knew how.

“Need some help?”

You jump, nearly falling backward off the stepstool you were on. “Holy shit, Harry! You scared the hell out of me!” You feel your body getting warm, and you quickly look away, not wanting him to see how flustered you were.

“Sorry, you weren’t answering my texts, so I decided to come see what you were up to,” he walks over to where you were standing and hands you a piece of art, smiling at it before handing it to you. “You’ve got some artists in your class.”

“Mhm,” you hum, not looking him in the eyes. You hear him let out a quiet sigh.

“Still able to go see about getting those pumpkins ordered after work?”

You had completely forgotten that you and Harry decided today would be the day you’d go get the pumpkin situated figured out for your booth. For a second, you consider making an excuse to get out of it, but you decide against it. This was something that both of you were asked to do, not just him, and you didn’t want the fact that you let your attraction to him cloud your judgment getting in the way of your professional responsibilities.

“Yeah, that works.”

He doesn’t say anything, and even though you’re not looking at him, you can see the gears in his head turning. “Should we talk––”

You’re quite literally saved by the bell, the end of lunch interrupting where you knew he was about to lead the conversation. “I’ll see you after school? Did you walk here again? I can drive.” Harry nods slowly.

“Uh, yeah. he replies. “I walked. Uh, ’m gonna go get my kids. See you after school then?”

“Yup!” you respond, fake enthusiasm in your voice. Harry gives you one more look before walking out of your room. You wait until he’s all the way down the hall before following behind him to bring your class back inside. You knew you were the one making things awkward between you and Harry. However, the realistic part of you knew getting involved with your coworker was one of the worst ideas you’d ever had in your life. For now, you’d just tell yourself that you were probably more into Harry than he was into you and pray that would be enough to make you get over your crush.

“I haven’t been to a pumpkin patch since I was a kid.” Harry stuffs his hands farther into his pockets while yours are tightly hugging your chest. You hum, not saying anything. The car ride there was a little awkward, and you were glad it was so short. You could tell there was a lot Harry wanted to say, but you were glad he wasn’t saying it. You keep seeing him glance at you, but you pretend not to notice.

“What size pumpkins should we ask for? Small ones, huh?” Harry nods, looking around in childlike awe. There was a small petting zoo, booths selling warm drinks and kettle corn, and an obscene amount of children.

You walk around together for a moment before encountering a friendly-looking employee who looked like he could help you out. Harry takes over, explaining the situation, and why you need to order one hundred tiny pumpkins. While you’re waiting for the employee to ask the owner if that would even be possible, Harry turns to face you.

“Y/N? Can we talk about what happened on Monday?” you’re about to tell him that you’d rather not, but he continues. “I felt something during that kiss, Y/N. I’m not sure if you felt it too, but I don’t want things to be awkward between us. We have to get through an entire school year working side-by-side, and if you’re not interested, then I respect that one hundred percent, but I just want––”

“So the owner said that is possible!” The employee that was helping you out comes back with a form and clipboard in their hand. “Can you just fill out some information and let us know what time you need it tomorrow? The owner said he could get it delivered and give you guys a discount since you’re ordering so much.”

“That’s great!” you exclaim, taking the form from him. You were glad to have been saved from your conversation with Harry. You quickly go through and fill out everything you can, telling them they can bill your school’s PTA.

The walk back to your car is silent. You’re replaying what Harry was saying to you over in your head, thinking about what he was going to say before he was interrupted. He opens your car door like he’s been doing, but he doesn’t make eye contact with you or say a word as he slides into the passenger seat.

“Y’can just drop me off,” Harry says quietly. He leans your seat back and closes his eyes. You wait to see if he’ll connect his phone, but he doesn’t, so you turn on the radio at a volume so low it almost can’t be heard. It takes everything in you not to speed back to his place. You just wanted him out of your car. You had such strong feelings for him that it physically hurt, and restraining yourself from telling him how you really felt was growing harder and harder.

“We’re here.” your voice is a little hoarse from not saying anything. Harry slowly opens his eyes and unbuckles his seatbelt, opening the door.

“Right. Thanks for the ride. What time do we need to be at school to set up our booth by?”

“Four. I can pick you up if you want?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He closes the door and walks up to his gate without looking back at you once.

“Hi Miss Y/L/N! Hi Mr. Styles!”

Groups of your students had been coming up to you excitedly all evening. It made you happy to see that the Kindergarten classes were no longer divided. They were starting to hang out with one another. Their parents tell you how their children thought it was just the coolest thing to be on school grounds on a Saturday, and how even though it was only a week into the school year, they were having the best time. It was comments like this that made you fall in love with your job all over again.

Things between you and Harry were going well. It wasn’t awkward, but you think it was because you were both too busy helping children paint their pumpkins. You were glad that Harry didn’t take the bit of downtime the two of you had when no one was at your booth trying to talk about the kiss and instead talked about other random things instead. You find out he loves baking (specifically, bread), he has an obsession with old music, and has about fifty tattoos. He talks to his mom on the phone every day, and he is extremely close to his sister. You tell him about your parents’, your undergraduate experience, your hobbies, and you finally tell him what music you like to listen to.

The festival quickly comes to an end, and you find yourself sad once you and Harry are done cleaning up your booth, knowing that you were just going to drop him off at his apartment and go back to yours to spend another Saturday night alone. You get to his complex almost too quickly, and you almost want to keep going and pretend you accidentally missed it just to be with him a bit longer. Instead, you park.

“D’ya wanna come inside?” He blurts out. Even in the darkness of your car, you can tell his face is flushed. “I mean if you haven’t got plans. I know it’s a Saturday night, so I understand if––”

“Nope, I don’t have plans. I’d love to.” Your hands are shaky as you unbuckle your seatbelt. He quickly gets out of your car and runs around to your side, opening the door for you before you can do it yourself. You almost don’t even notice since it was becoming such a habit.

“I picked up this new bottle of wine a couple days ago that’ve been wanting to pop open. Think we deserve a glass or two after such a long week, hmm?” You wordlessly nod, wholly mesmerized with just how good Harry looked after such a long day of work. His curls fell perfectly across his forehead, his eyes were sparkling and full of excitement.

“A glass of wine sounds great,” you reply with a chuckle. “I’m ready to drink a whole bottle by the end of the week if I’m being honest.” Harry laughs, quickly punching in his gate code. You could see his hands shaking a little bit, but you decide not to comment on it. He takes the stairs up to his apartment two at a time like he did last time you were there, but this time there’s an urgency and clumsiness to his actions that you haven’t seen before. He jams the key in his lock, quickly shoving the door open.

His apartment is a little messier than it was when you were in it at the beginning of the week, but it’s nothing disgusting. He runs his fingers through his curls, moving aside papers that were scattered along the length of the couch. “Sorry, I was doin’ some planning. Make yourself comfortable.” He disappears to the kitchen, and moments later, you hear the pop of a wine cork and the smooth sound of him pouring the alcohol into glasses.

He emerges from his kitchen, handing you a generously poured glass of wine. “Thanks, Harry,” you tell him before taking a big sip. It was sweet, and while you usually preferred a more dry wine, it was still delicious.

“Cheers to the end of a successful first week,” he holds up his glass, and you smile, clinking yours with his. “Thanks for helpin’ me get through it, Y/N. Couldn’t have done it without you.” You give him a timid smile.

“Stop, Harry. You’re a great teacher. I can see your kids love you already,” you take another sip of wine. “I kinda do too. I mean–– that came out wrong. I don’t love you, but I do think I like you.” You didn’t know what came over you at that moment, but something told you now was the time to lay it all out on the table with Harry. He sets his glass of wine down, the biggest smile on his face.

“Really? I thought you weren’t interested. Was kinda startin’ to feel like you hate me,” he sounds a little sad. You shake your head.

“Quite the opposite, actually. I’m really into you,” you didn’t even realize how you’d inched your way towards Harry. “I’ve been trying not to think about how we kissed because we shouldn’t, you know? We’re coworkers. I’ve been trying not to think about it all week, though, and I just can’t get you out of my mind.” He stares intensely into your eyes, chewing on the inside of his cheek like he usually does when he’s thinking.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” he finally asks. You’re in the same position as you were last time, being mere inches away from the other’s lips. Only this time, you smell the wine on his breath, not coffee. You nod quickly, and Harry cups your face in his hands, hungrily pressing his lips against yours.

“You can do more than kiss me, actually,” you tell him breathlessly. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

Harry raises an eyebrow, a shocked look on his face. “When you say anything…” he trails off.

“I want you to fuck me, Harry,” you tell him bluntly. “Please. Been wanting that all week.” He licks his lips, looking at you in a way he hasn’t yet before.

“I can definitely do that,” he replies, resting his hand on your thigh. His large hand is dangerously close to your pussy, and you can already feel yourself growing wet. “Let’s get all these clothes off you then, huh?”

You stand up and quickly start removing your clothes. First, your blouse comes off, and that’s quickly followed by your bra. Harry’s leaning back on the couch, arms resting behind his head. “Enjoying the show?” you ask, quickly pulling down your jeans and underwear. You’re completely naked in front of him in thirty seconds flat, and you reckon that’s the fastest you’ve ever undressed for anything.

“Very much so,” he mumbles, palming himself over his khakis. “C’ mere, Y/N.” he pats his lap, and you move to sit in it, now straddling him. He softly presses his lips against yours, the hunger that was there just a moment ago completely dissipated. This was a much more hesitant kiss, more gentle and tender. “You’re really beautiful, Y/N.”

You giggle. “I know. You’ve told me that before.”

“I want you to know how much I mean it.”

“I know you do.”

Harry nods. “Can I have a taste of ya now?” you notice that his accent sounds a bit thicker than usual, voice a tad gruffer. You nod, swallowing thickly. Climbing off Harry, you lay back on the couch, situating yourself, so it’s a little more comfortable. He looks into your eyes, placing his hands on your knees. “Is this okay, Y/N?” You nod again, and he removes his hands.

“What’s wrong?” your voice has a hint of desperation in it, but after a week of extreme sexual tension, you wanted nothing more than to cum by the hands of this man.

“Wanna hear you tell me it’s okay. I don’t wanna do anything you don’t want,” he’s looking down at his hands.

“Harry, I wouldn’t have given you a striptease and laid back on this couch for you if I didn’t want it. I wholeheartedly give you permission to do whatever you want with me––”

That’s enough for him. He roughly pries your legs open, immediately licking a long stripe up your heat. You cry out, not expecting him to get right into it. You look down at him and groan when you see he’s making eye contact with you, a smug look on his face. “How’s tha’, love?” You nod, tangling your hands in his curls.

“Yeah Harry, please,” you moan. Harry sucks harshly at your clit, pulling off loudly, the sound echoing throughout his minimally furnished apartment.

“Please what, pet?” He’s looking you dead in the eyes, a devilish grin on his face while his index finger rubs small circles on your clit. Your chest is heaving up and down quickly as you try to calm your breathing down.

“Please make me cum on your tongue, Harry,” you try pushing his head back down to your cunt, but he doesn’t budge.

“Think I rather like hearin’ you beg like this fo’ me. Enjoyin’ watching you squirm like tha’, love.” Just as your about to beg for him some more to feed his inflated ego, he attaches his lips to your clit once more, this time adding his ring finger into your tight pussy. “You’re tight. Sure you’ll be able to take my cock?” His voice is muffled, and you just barely make out what he says.

You clench around his finger, and he laughs, the vibrations sending a new sensation across your clit. “Y’like thinkin’ about my cock, hmm?”

“Yeah, want you in me,” you beg, lifting your hips up. He grips onto your hips tightly, keeping you in place.

“Can feel yeh gettin’ ready for me, darlin’. Think you can take another one?” You nod, and Harry gently places kitten licks on your swollen clit while he slowly pushes his middle finger into you. You feel full in a way you haven’t felt in such a long time, and he only had two fingers in you. Once he pumps his fingers in and out of you a few times, he goes back to harshly sucking on his clit, moaning every so often so you can feel the vibrations against your cunt.

“Fuck,” you’re moaning loudly, and you pray Harry’s neighbors don’t hear you, knowing how thin apartment walls were.

“So fuckin’ wet for me, doll,” he mutters, adding another finger inside you. The burn feels amazing, and you place your hand on his wrist, urging him to go faster. “Gonna cum in my mouth, hmm? Gonna let me feel ya around m’ fingers?”

“Yes, please, Harry,” you feel yourself nearly there, your orgasm threatening to overtake you at any moment.

“Give it to me then, Y/N. Cum for me,” he demands. As soon as he says those three words, you’re done for, your body going tense as waves of pleasure roll throughout your body. He doesn’t remove his digits from the your cunt until you’re coming down from your high, placing a kiss to your clit. He laughs as you shudder at the overstimulation. Harry places his three fingers that were just inside of you and his mouth and sucks on them, not once breaking eye contact with you.

“That was really good,” you tell him, crawling on your knees towards him to place a kiss on the underside of his jaw—Harry’s beaming, a triumphant look on his face.

“Not yet. Gotta make y’ cum one more time. I’m a gentleman, after all.” You know he’s messing with you but also serious, so you lean back on the couch, opening your legs once again.

“Are you gonna take off your clothes too? Why am I the only one that’s naked?” Harry laughs, and you hear the clanking of his belt as he undoes it.

“You’re impatient, aren’t ya?” you nod, and he pulls down his tenting khakis and tight boxers. His cock springs up, slightly touching his stomach, and he hisses at the feeling. “Hold on a sec.” He gets up quickly, and you hear him hurry to what you assume in the bathroom, rummaging around. He comes back a minute later with a box of condoms, making you laugh.

“Is that a new box of condoms? Have you been holding onto those all week, Mr. Styles?” Harry rolls his eyes and opens the box, ripping open a condom expertly with his teeth.

“Weren’t you just the one beggin’ for me, pet? I’d watch it if I were you,” he jokes, rolling the condom onto his hard length. He leans down to place wet, opened mouth kisses to your breasts. “So beautiful.”

“Are you gonna take off your shirt?” you ask quietly. “I kinda wanna see all your tattoos.” Harry raises an eyebrow at you but unbuttons his shirt nevertheless, throwing it into the mess of clothes scattered around the living room. You reach your hand up, shakily tracing the swallows on his chest, moving down to the butterfly across his stomach and finally to the ferns on his abdomen. Harry’s staring down at you, watching as you delicately touch his skin. “You have so many.” you finally say. He nods.

“Yeah. Some of them I just got for the hell of it. Felt like after I got that first tattoo, it was hard to stop.” He caresses the skin on your thighs, and you shudder again. “Gonna let me get inside that pretty lil’ cunt now?”

“Please.”

Harry aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes into you, sharply inhaling as you clench around his length. “Relax, Y/N.’ve got ya,” he tells you reassuringly. “Can’t get inside ya if you’re all tense like tha’.” You can tell Harry’s trying his hardest not to absolutely wreck you, the vein in his forehead very prominent from clenching his jaw so tightly. You grip tightly onto his bicep, biting your lip as you adjust to his size. You were so wet and indescribably turned on that you felt every vein his thick cock had to offer, and you knew you wouldn’t last long once he started moving. By the looks of it, Harry wouldn’t either.

“You can move,” you tell him, squeezing your eyes shut. Harry slowly pulls out of you and then ever so gently sinks back inside you, bottoming out. He lets out a breathy moan, moving one of his hands up to tweak your nipples. “Harder, Harry, fuck.”

He immediately pulls out of you and slams back inside, the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass echoing in the room. You scream in pleasure, no longer caring if his neighbors hear what you two were doing.

“Like tha’?” He asks cheekily, working up a steady rhythm. You nod, gripping your boobs to keep them from bouncing. Harry shakes his head, forcefully removing your hands. “Nope, none of that. Wanna see ’em.” He takes both of your hands in one of his, pinning them up over your head. His other hand reaches in between your bodies to rub at your clit, and before you have time to warn him, you’re cumming again, squirting all over his cock.

Harry throws his head back in pleasure, his thrusts getting sloppy and frantic, and you know he’s seconds away from his own orgasm. You spur him on, telling him how badly you wanted him to come inside of you (even though he was wearing a condom). He stills moments later, shaking above you as he holds himself up with an arm, not wanting to collapse on top of you.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N. Why did we wait a whole week to do this again?”

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Scream part 4

Scream. Part Four: Help Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Platonic Peter Parker x Reader Pronouns: She/Her Warning: Swearing, fighting, little fluffy. Summary: Scream pleas with Venom to help her, when he refuses you strike a deal with her. A/N: Gets a little heated in this one. I’m not sure how many more parts there will be but im excited with what I have planned for this. I barley had time to proof read this one so, sorry if theres any mistakes; Ive been editing my podcast at the same time ha. If you want to be tagged, just ask <3 Master list of chapters

When you finally woke up, you found yourself in what you could only presume was a cell. Though it wasn’t bars and a metal bed, no. It looked comfortable and the walls almost seemed invisible if it wasn’t for the blue hue. What the hell happened.

You stopped panicking long enough to notice Bucky was sat in a chair just outside your cell. You allowed your eyes pan over him for a moment. His body seemed calm but the look on his face screamed worry. “You’re awake” he words were soft and despite your current situation, they made a part of you melt like butter. He pushed himself off the chair taking a few steps closer to your cell. “what-what happened?” you stumbled over your words as they seemed to crack in your throat. You listened to every word that spilt from his lips, explaining how Venom knocked you out, that Venom’s host was called Eddie Brock and despite them both being arseholes, Eddie seemed much more rational. He ended his little speech claiming that they had come up with an agreement, You were to stay with the Avengers, try to control the Symbiote or completely get rid but Tony argued his point of how it had to be your choice and despite Venom’s obvious opposition, Eddie managed to get him on board. You sat with the information you were given for a moment, allowing it to sink in. You clearly had a big choice to make. I want to talk to him. It sounded like she was crying and instantly broke your heart. “She want’s to talk to him! I want to talk to him” your words seemed a little too stern but you stood your ground. Bucky nodded before leaving the room without another word.

You were only alone for a couple of seconds until a large framed man walked through the sliding doors. You watched the way he carried himself and already you could tell that Bucky was telling the truth, he was an arsehole. He stopped in front of you cell, a smirk etched onto his face which caused your eyes to roll. “She wants to talk to Venom” you demanded, in which he cockily shrugged and instantly morphed into the large Symbiote, it didn’t take long until Scream made her appearance. She was silent for a moment, you could feel your eyes welling up at the emotion she held. “You have to help me” though she stood confidently, her words showed weakness, even more so when he laughed at her. “You have to help me!” she repeated, her words louder now, causing Venom to growl slightly at her. “Help you? Look at you, no amount of help would stop you from being so pathetic” he spat at her, you could feel the anger bubble through your blood as his words cut through you. “You can’t just leave me here like this. We’re suppose to be family!” anyone with ears could hear the pain in her words. “You have to help me understand” she pleaded but you couldn’t take it anymore.

For the first time since she bonded with you, you took control. Forcing yourself to appear, your eyes filled with tears as you looked up at Venom. “Let me talk to Eddie!” you spat at him, your face showing nothing but disgust at the actions of the Klyntar. He laughed before his form shifted back to Eddie. “Can’t you talk to him” you so hoped that he would agree, that he would be the middle man, Scream needed so bad but alas, he just shook his head, a small laugh left his lips. “Look, it’s not my problem, I’ve got better things to do. I can’t babysit yet another Symbiote” he shrugged. Your eyes narrowed at the man as he turned on his heels to leave the room. “You’re both cowards.” You whispered, as he waved you off.

You sat back slight on the bed that was provided in the cell, trying to figure out what to do. You thoughts rushing from one scenario to another. One thing was for sure, you weren’t going to let them pull her from you. We can do this together. Despite her silence, you felt her gratitude towards you. If you can promise me, you wont try and kill everyone. I’ll help you, I’ll help you figure it all out! She promised and with that you called to Friday and asked to see Tony.

When you told Tony your plan of helping Scream, he was a little unsure but soon came around. You got him to agree to let the part he extracted from you, back into your body so that she could fully bond with you. Once you rested after you felt the rest of Scream find its place in you, you headed towards the gym. You saw Peter go in there not long ago and you figured he would probably be the best bet to help you with these new powers. With each step you could feel Scream getting stronger, it scared you a little, considering how much of a loose cannon she had been but you chose to trust your instinct.

Pushing the door open to the gym, you looked around to spot Peter, sitting on the edge of a boxing ring swinging his legs, listening to Happy drone on about the importance of understanding his strength. The bored expression on the teens face wasn’t lost on you causing you to giggle a little. Both their head snapping towards you before you started taking steps towards them. “Sorry to interrupt the pep talk” you giggled finally reaching them, you hand settled on Happy’s shoulder for a second. “You mind if I steal the kid for a moment?” you questioned he seemed reluctant at first but nodded, realising himself from your touch and throwing a look Peter’s way as if to say their conversation was yet but over.

You waited until the man left the room before turning to boy. Giving him a small smile before propping yourself next to him. “How you feeling?” he questioned, his voice a little shaky. You almost forgot how terrified he looked at you after he first met you. You nodded slowly pressing your lips into a thin line. “Actually, I feel great!” you admitted, placing your palms on your thighs. “I actually came here to ask you a favour!” you’re face scrunched up a little as you awaited his response. “Yeah- yeah sure. What is it?” you allowed a small smile to grace your face as he stumbled over his words. Assuming the boy had been fully informed of the decision you made, you sighed a little. “Well, considering you and Scream seem to share the same sort of... powers, I was hoping you could help me- help her figure them out” your words were slightly unsure of asking him to do such a thing. He took a moment, figuring out his decision before finally nodding, a little too aggressively.

You had probably been in the gym with the boy for hours at this point, constantly morphing in and out of your natural form as Peter taught you how to use your powers, the ones he shared with you anyway, despite being completely taken back by the webs that shot from her skin compared to the device he wore to make it happen. You on the other hand experienced scaling the celling for the first time, you couldn’t deny the fear that spread through your entire body, despite not having any control over it. Finally you had completely exhausted yourself but the boy barley broke a sweat, your head snapped at the sound of the door swinging open. Now standing in place of the door was Bucky, laughing slightly at how the two of you contrasted each other. You looked up at him like a saving grace for a moment, thankful to be done with this training experience. You noticed he was holding something in his hand but you couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“I think i’ve taken up too much of your time, Kid!” your words were breathless as you peeled yourself off the canvas you once sat on and patted him on the shoulder. Making your way over to the taller man, with a grateful smile on your face. He greeted you with a sly laugh, slightly mocking the way you obviously couldn’t match Peter’s stamina. Without a word, he held up a DVD case and displayed it on his chest. You’re eyes glossed over it for a moment before returning to his gaze with a rather large smile. “Fight Club?!” mixing you confusion with excitement as he escorted you out of the room. “Yeah, figure you’ve had a long day and you seemed almost offended knowing I haven’t seen it yet” a light chuckle left his lips as you both made your way towards your rooms. You didn’t say much of anything else before you reached your room, you told him you just needed to shower and signalled to the beads of sweat rolling across your body, he nodded and made his way to his room leaving you to do just that.

After you felt sufficiently clean and swapped your clothes for some that laid spare in one of the dressers, you made your way to Bucky’s room, lightly brushing your knuckles over the door. It took a couple of seconds before he answered with that forced smile of his. Though you knew it was genuine you couldn’t help but wonder if after all this time he’d simply forgotten how to smile. He lead you towards the bed before handing you a beer. You took in the sight of his dark room for a second before pressing the bottle on your lips, allowing the cold liquid run down your throat. You watched him fumble around with the DVD case attempting to figure out how his TV even worked. You didn’t offer any help, it was far too entertaining to get involved.

Finally he conquered the TV and sat back on his bed, holding onto the remote. He patted the mattress beside him, signalling you to climb on and you did just that. You allowed your body to curl up as you rested your back on the headrest of the bed, slightly turned in Bucky’s direction, resting the cold bottle on your thigh. When he noticed you had gotten comfortable, he pressed play and relaxed himself. You couldn’t help yourself looking at him every time something good was about to happen, needing to take in his reaction and never being disappointed. Every so often, he’d catch your gaze but instead of commenting on it, he’d ask about the plot line or one of the actor’s. You where taken back a little as he reacted the same way you did when Brad Pitt appeared on screen with nothing on but washing up gloves but it only made you laugh.

With your beer’s finished and the room now filled with the sound of Where is my mind by the pixies, you allowed yourself to stretch out a little. “So...” you pestered the older man, nudging him slightly with your knee. He just nodded in response, looking up at you. “Good, hu?” you giggled slightly placing the empty bottle on his night stand. You listened to the song for a moment, unintentionally singing along as you seemed distracted. You snapped back to reality as you felt eyes on you, looking up at Bucky, you couldn’t help but note how incredibly handsome he was in this moment. The way his eyes seemed to soak you up, the smile that got a little more natural every time he allowed one to pass. “Thank you” you whispered softly, slightly taken back by the way he looked at you. You’re eyes now filled with admiration for the man, you admired how he took the time out of his own busy day to make yours a little easier. He just shook his head at your words, his eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. The air suddenly feeling far to thick for your lungs as he got closer and closer to your face. The heat radiated off your cheeks as you felt his breath blow on you hair gently, each strand slightly tickling your face. Before you could even register what was happening, you felt his lips on yours. You didn’t react at first, taken back by the sudden gesture but as soon as you managed to wrap your head around it, you leaned into his lips kissing him back a little more hungrily than it started. You felt his arm wrap around your waist pushing you on your back gently as he hovered over you. Your hands explored his hair, grasping at it a little as he laid you down so delicately. Your breathing became short and restless as his hands explored the rest of your body, tickling slightly as he allowed his finger tips to tease the hem of your shirt. Oh, that’s hot!

Startled by the voice in your head, you pulled away from a moment only to receive a confused look from Bucky, attempting to ignore it, you pulled him back to your lips, easily falling back into his grasp. I wonder what he does with the metal arm. You groaned slightly at the voice in your head, praying and begging she would just leave, let you have your moment. Of course she didn’t, every so often she would say something to pull you from the moment until you had, had enough. Finally you pushed away from Bucky completely. “Go away!” you shouted, your hands resting on your temples. Bucky seemed a little taken back by your sudden out burst, sitting up right on the bed. “I thought you wanted to –“ he started before you turned your attention to him, a defeated look on your face. “No, I do – I really do but” now turning away from him, you could feel your face getting slightly flushed. “She keeps talking to me” you admitted only to be met with his laugh. You felt the weight of the mattress shift as he made his way closer to you, you felt the strap of your shirt fall onto your forearm before the sensation of the cold kisses he planted in it place, slowly making his way to your ear. “I know how we can shut her up”

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Rating: T Pairings: EnnoTana Characters: Various, focus on Karasuno and Ennoshita. Universe: Canon Summary: “He has no idea, does he.” Yamaguchi states, having waited with the third years and Tsukishima for the captain to show up only to bare witness to him be accosted by a group of boys. They can’t tell for sure what’s being said only that Ennoshita seems to be surprised, hands up in mock surrender before a relaxed, more apologetic pose takes over, the tell-tale sign of nervousness as he scratches the back of his neck.

“Oh no, theres not a single thought of how handsome he actually is behind those big old brown eyes.” Narita states, earning a grunt of agreement from the other third years and something akin to a laugh from Tsukishima. “The boy is oblivious to how handsome he is.”

AO3

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The shirt fits better than he thought it would, taking the quiet moments before the rest of the team would show up to simply get used to the new found feeling of confidence that he had gained over the school break but also seemed to multiply as soon as he’d donned the number 1 shirt. Would Daichi be proud of his progress? Probably, Sugawara? Definitely, smile tugging at his lips in memory of this morning’s phone call, the former Karasuno setter clearly running late for university but still making time to give Ennoshita a fairly out of breath pep talk about he’s got this.

He offers good mornings to Ukai as their coach yawns past, followed by the team who seem to be either the same level of tired or overly excited to either be back with the team after the long break or the potential new players who would be joining. More had signed up this year than ever before, the team’s success at nationals having attracted more attention than Ennoshita had, truthfully, expected, hating that this would happen during his tenure as captain and not to another.

But then, would he really want to inflict this on anyone else?

“We missed you at lunch today, not avoiding us now that you’re captain, are ya?” Kinoshita teases, Ennoshita laughing at the over dramatics as the tawny haired man launched into an over dramatic spiel, leaning against Narita as he lamented over being left behind on the benches, beckoning Yamaguchi in to join him only to be rejected by the second year. “Our boy gets promoted and now he’s too good for us mere bench warmers.”

“No, no, I had to go see Takeda senpai and sort out club stuff, more so since they’re planning a Miyagi based training camp this year.” Ennoshita laughs out more than speaks, pulling the team fleece on, pushing his locker closed only to pause as everything goes quiet. Staring at the team in mild confusion, they just stare back, a few slacked jaws and even a few rosy cheeks amongst them, turning to Kinoshita and Narita for help only to find them in a similar state.

“What?” He asks the silent room, looking with increasing confusion and anxiety between his teammates, hoping one of them would give in and explain just why everyone had gone quiet only to find nothing to cure his nervous curiosity. “Alright then, I need to talk to coach so I guess I’ll see you in the gym.” Ennoshita adds after a few more moments of silence, sighing and dismissing himself from the locker room.

He’s only somewhat confused and mostly annoyed when the talking almost immediately picks up again after he leaves, the team speaking in hushed whispers over something that would undoubtedly cause trouble for him later.

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The constant giggling confuses him more than anything, Ennoshita frowning as another group of first years pass him in the corridor, the group breaking into hushed whispers, giggles with one or more cheeks flushed a pale pink. He’d assumed it was in response to one of the others, his fellow third years nothing short of attractive, his thoughts lingering on the teams ace a little too long before sighing and shaking his head.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke was a subject best not dwelled on, least he end up losing himself to a train of thought best not considered. The ace wasn’t interested in him beyond friendship, Tanaka’s romantic interests focused on cute dark-haired girls with striking features, the only part of that list Ennoshita could be associated with was the dark hair.

“Hi, Ennoshita.”

“Umm…hi?” He’s confused, more giggling before the group of third years is gone, Ennoshita’s frown deepening as he headed for the back of the class where everyone was waiting for him, food in various stages of being eaten. They hadn’t waited for him and he’s thankful for it, sliding into the chair between Kinoshita and Tanaka with a groan, sliding further into the seat as hands fumbled with his bag for his lunch, still frowning as he dug in without a word.

“You keep frowning like that and your face’ll stick.” Noya speaks around a mouthful of food, both Narita and Kinoshita grimacing before Narita smacks his arm with a comment to stop being gross. It works for the most part, the libero chewing and swallowing with such vigour the rest of the group is surprised he doesn’t choke. “What’s bothering you, cap?”

Ennoshita pauses, trying to find the words to accurately describe his issue before sighing. “People keep giggling when I walk past them, I have no idea why though.” He replies honestly, oblivious to the looks the others were giving him as he continued his train of thought. “At first I thought it was because I was with one of you guys but they continued even when it was just me.”

The shared look between Kinoshita, Narita and Nishinoya only adds to his ever growing confusion, head turning to the left with hope of getting an answer from Tanaka only to be met with a flushed yet mystified look. Why was he looking at him like that? What was he missing that everyone else was apparently so clearly aware of? Snapping his fingers in front of the others face, Ennoshita bites back a laugh as Tanaka jumps, nearly spilling his drink on himself.

“Wait, why did you think the giggling was down to one of us four?” Narita pipes up after a moment, Ennoshita looking over to him whilst the group focused on the captain once more. Ennoshita shrugs, faking a thoughtful look before grinning lazily, something teasing and mischievous in his tone.

“Because you’re all a bunch of clowns.”

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The trip to Johzenji is by no means quiet but the din of Nishinoya and Hinata hyping up the nervous first years isn’t enough to break him from his thoughts of the incident a mere thirty minutes ago. A second year, from Yamaguchi’s class if memory serves, had confessed to him. Face flushed, voice stammering and a love letter clutched so tightly in her hands Ennoshita was surprised she hadn’t ripped the letter by accident.

He wasn’t going to return her feelings, he only just recognised her never mind the fact he didn’t know her name, but he didn’t even get a chance to politely reject her before Tanaka had come from seemingly nowhere, taken his wrist and dragged him away with a gruff comment of how they were going to be late. The girl had just seen the look on Tanaka’s fae, looked at the tan hand clamped around his wrist and just profusely apologised saying she’d misunderstood.

What had she misunderstood? There wasn’t anything to misunderstand! Sure, Tanaka had perhaps been a little more gruff than usual but hadn’t his last class of the day been maths? It wasn’t one of his stronger subjects, maybe it had just put the vice-captain into an irritable mood. But doubts had only began to settle in when the other had spent the majority of the ride sat next to Haruka, the team’s new libero, who had made it his life mission to cheer the Ace up.

“Gummy for your thoughts?” Yachi asks, voice a hushed whisper as she offers the bag of gummies to Ennoshita, looking around the seat as she checked to see if the rest of the team had heard her at all. He takes one, mulling over if he would tell her anyway, the team manager hastily shoving the sweets back into her bag as Kageyama stalked past to ask Coach Ukai something.

“This is the part where you tell me what’s troubling you.” Yachi teased when Ennoshita remained silent, Ennoshita laughing before shrugging. He’d grown close to Yachi since she’d joined the team, more so after Daichi announced him as the next captain and they started working together more frequently once the year began. It had earned no short amount of teasing over his ability to talk to girls easily from Kinoshita and the question of if they were dating from one of the overly curious first years.

“It’s nothing, I’m just a little confused about somethings is all.”

“Such as?”

Ennoshita clicks his tongue, elbow against the window frame and jaw resting in his palm, silently wishing the vibrations caused by bad suspension would perhaps shake the thoughts out so he could finally focus on things more important than everyone’s new reactions to him. “People keep paying attention to me and, just now, had a girl confess her feelings for me. Only to apologise when Tanaka grabbed me and dragged me off so we could go, saying she’d misunderstood.”

“I don’t get what there was to misunderstand.” Other than the fact she had feelings for me, he adds silently, a troubled look on his face, accepting another gummy when Yachi offered it to him, the younger blonde seemingly lost in her thoughts as he continued. “He just took my wrist and said we were running late.”

He doesn’t confess as to how he can still feel the ghost of that touch on his wrist, that he humoured the idea that Tanaka was so annoyed about the interaction because he was jealous and not because they were going to be late. That the concept of her misunderstanding was that they were dating any not something else that was more trivial than the idea of them dating.

“Maybe she thought you two were, you know, together.”

He chokes, wheezing and waving off the hand of Narita dangerously close to hitting him in the back, waiting for the middle blocker to sit back down and resume conversation with Kinoshita before turning his attention to Yachi. She looks concerned for the most part, a hint of underlying smugness so reminiscent of Kiyoko when she made an all too correct assumption about something that, for a brief moment, Ennoshita feels like he’s sat with her instead.

“Okay, even if she did think that, it doesn’t explain everything else.”

“No but I’m sure you’ll figure it out, captain.”

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It takes only five seconds of knowing Terushima Yuuji for Ennoshita to realise the man is tenacious if not a little bit odd, leaning away as the fellow captain leaned in, the feeling of being observed by a predator becoming increasingly more present. Pregame handshakes weren’t supposed to last this long, remembering how even the tense ones between Daichi and Kuroo the year before had never seemed to be endless.

Should he be the one to let go first? The want for the contact to be over already battling against his will to not be seen as weak, the handshake finally coming to an end when one of the coaches, the Johzenji one, shouts for Terushima to stop antagonising him. Was it still antagonising someone if it felt like Terushima was wanting a reaction from him that wasn’t annoyance? Ennoshita didn’t know and wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to find out either.

“I look forward to see you play, Ennoshita.”

Hand finally free, Ennoshita wipes it on his shorts leg with theatrical disdain, snorting in vague amusement at the just as dramatic gasp from behind him as he walked back to his team. What game was he playing at? Why had he pronounced his name like that, too much emphasis on the shi that he’d drawled out for far too long for it to be anything short of annoying.

He hates that his mind goes immediately to how it would be less annoying coming from Tanaka.

The practise match goes better than expected, the boost of adrenaline in his veins from being on the court only seemingly nullified during breaks when Narita and Kinoshita began their lament of being Ennoshita leaving on the benches, managing to drag Yamaguchi into joining in, even if the second year could not keep a straight face throughout the entire thing. They win, by no means a crushing victory but enough to know what needs to be improved upon with the new team dynamic, thinking over ideas he could go over with the Coach when they got back to school when feels the arms slink over his shoulder, smells the marker and feels the hand over his shoulders take hold of his forearm almost too gently.

Strong body spray and an obnoxious shade of yellow. The feel of a sharpie against his skin as it scrawled ink and numbers across his skin, Ennoshita stood like a deer in the head lights at the hum in his ear, the pop of lips as the writing was finally done. “Call me whenever, it would be a shame to not know you better, Chikara.” His arm is released, Terushima leaving without any further contact, Ennoshita only breaking out of his stunned state when someone yells at the Johzenji captain.

What…what just happened?

His state of being is nothing short of catatonic, walking in his bemused stupor to where the rest of the team are waiting, staring at the number signed with a heart scrawled across his skin. Why had he said his name like that?! A low drawl, the rolled and extended a at the end of his name, the fact it had made his face flush rosy like he was a first year. He had no interest in the other captain in both terms of friendship and relationship. So why, why was he reacting like that?

Forgetting to pull down his sleeve has never had such dire consequences, helping Takeda to gather the team and attendance to make sure nobody was left behind, most having the wherewithal to stay quiet at the number scrawled on his arm. All bar Kendo, the would-be wing spiker’s eyes lightning up before practically yelling. “Yo, Captain! Whose number did you get?”

The drive home is too rowdy, Ennoshita wishing Ukai would wake up and bellow at them all to shut up as question after question is fired at him. Whose number is it? Terushima’s. Are you dating? No. Do you like him? Not really. Would you date him if he asked you? No. Does Tanaka become captain if you fall for another captain and die? No, Haruka, but thank you for the concern.

Perhaps it’s the sap in him but Ennoshita finds he doesn’t mind the questions so much anymore, when he notices Tanaka is no longer in a mood but laughing along with the fellow third years as Ennoshita wilts under the sheer number of questions thrown at him about his supposed affair with Terushima.

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“He has no idea, does he.” Yamaguchi states, having waited with the third years and Tsukishima for the captain to show up only to bare witness to him be accosted by a group of boys. They can’t tell for sure what’s being said only that Ennoshita seems to be surprised, hands up in mock surrender before a relaxed, more apologetic pose takes over, the tell-tale sign of nervousness as he scratches the back of his neck.

He’d always been handsome, Tanaka thinks, it just became more obvious over the end of year break, bewildered as to how in the span of a month he had seemed to bloom in confidence and lose the stubborn bit of baby fat that clung to his cheeks and body. It’s bothersome, annoying really, how Ennoshita believed through this metamorphosis that he’s still something not worth looking twice at, Ennoshita haven’t never stated it but it was all too clear from the way he confusedly pointed out how he couldn’t understand why their fellow students seemed to linger on him.

“Also oblivious to Tanaka’s pining.” Nishinoya adds on a little too cheerfully, the libero cackling with laughter as he used Tsukishima as a shield as Tanaka attempted to grab him before running behind Ennoshita as the captain finally joined them with a humoured confused look. “Save me, captain! He’s gone feral.”

“Oh please, Noya, he’s a big puppy at worst.” Ennoshita remarks, giving the vice captain a pat on the head as he passed by, ducking past Narita to get to the gym doors before unlocking them, throwing Yamaguchi the keys so he could unlock the changing rooms with a smile. “Go get changed and help me set up the gym before the actually feral children get here.”

Tanaka is the first one back, finding Ennoshita in the middle of setting up the nets, silently thankful that the rest of the team had shown up just as he was leaving the locker room, giving him a good 5 minutes alone with Ennoshita before they were interrupted by each coach, Yachi or someone from the team announcing their arrival with utter dramatics and a slammed open door. “So, what did they want?” He asks, holding the net steady for Ennoshita as he tied it, somewhat distracted by the look of concentration on the others face. Furrowed brows and a slightly screwed mouth, he’d be ridiculous if he thought, even for a moment, that it was adorable.

“I think he was trying to confess his feelings but it came out sounding like he was asking me to marry him.” Ennoshita mused, checking how secure the knots were before moving to the other side and repeating the process there. “Rejected him, was informed he would win my heart before I graduated and his friends were very enthusiastic about this prospect.” Ennoshita seems strangely fond over this, though as to why Tanaka did not know.

“Do we have a name for your future beloved?”

“Oh, heavens no, never told me it in the time it took him to propose to me and declare he’d win me over.” Ennoshita laughed, Tanaka finding himself unable to not join in, finishing with the first net before starting work on the second one. “I named him mini Ryuu though, he reminded me of you with Kiyoko during the majority of first year.”

He flushes at that, muttering shut up under his breath and earning another laugh, wishing he had the confidence he had with Kiyoko to approach Ennoshita with the same enthusiasm. But they’re different, the same yet different. Kiyoko was an obsession, an undignified act of teenage love that he never bothered to subdue, taking some form of pleasure out of every rejection. He had the same thing with Ennoshita but he kept it close, kept it more subtle, for no other reason than the uncertainty of what would happen when he ultimately got rejected because, for the first time, he sees no weird joy in it.

“Are you planning on growing your hair out?” He ask, tying the last knot, the first few members of the team stumbling into the gym, Kageyama snapping something at Hinata and the first years as the setter is more or less shoved into the gym by the rowdy bunch. Tanaka blinks, reaching up to touch his hair, feeling fluff instead of the usual buzzcut, wondering when the last time he’d asked Saeko to cut it for him even was.

“Nah, I keep forgetting to ask Saeko to cut it for me.” Tanaka shrugs in his response, tugging at his hair gently and contemplating if he should cut it off or not, the thought of Ennoshita’s hand on it earlier halting his train of thought far too quickly for his liking. He knows it’s a crush but it was just a touch, an innocent if not somewhat patronising pat to the head, it shouldn’t have this affect on him. Shouldn’t make him wonder how it would feel if they were running through it instead.

No.

He wasn’t dwelling on the thought of calloused hands weaving through it when he’s had a stressful day, it being ruffled with amused affection whenever he was sulking over something trivial. Of fingers gripping it tight and pulling when he…

NO.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I said you should keep it longer; it looks good on you.”

He was never cutting his hair again.

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If Tanaka sits closer to him during the study session, neither of them mention it, Ennoshita leaning in to Tanaka’s side to read over what he’d written and smiling. “You got them all right, Ryuu.” He’s not sure when he switched to using just his first name to refer to him, believing it to be around the time the member of the baseball team more or less vowed to win his heart by years end. It seemed to make sense to do as much, he had referred to the kid as mini Ryuu as opposed to mini Tanaka after all.

“It just makes more sense when you explain it.” Tanaka mumbles, scratching the back of his head bashfully, Ennoshita letting out a hum in response before looking up and at the ace when he feels eyes on him. Oh, how had he not realised how close they were? His lips were so painfully close and if he were a stronger man he’d lean forward and kiss him but, for all the confidence he had gained between the end of his second year and the start of his third, he’s not confident enough to close that gap and find out just how unrequited his crush was.

He’s all too happy to let Tanaka take the lead as he takes the initiative, warm fingers sliding between his perpetually cold ones, eyes flicking down to their linked hands before back up to the ace, swallowing thickly. Maybe he should, maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as unreachable as he first thought, so close to kissing him when a door slams open.

The distance feels like miles, the lingering warmth on his hand from where Tanaka was holding offering only little comfort when the ace refused to look at him. He wants to ask, wants to ask what it meant, why he’d looked at him like that, if what he was feeling and what he assumed Tanaka was feeling actually aligned and it wasn’t just a fool’s folly to long for something more than friendship.

“Hey, Ryuu! Did you-” Saeko makes her presence known with a shout and the door opening, looking between the pair and going silent. Did she know? He knew Tanaka’s shared everything. Meals, food, lesser secrets about crushes and friendship dramas. Was she aware of whatever was going on between the pair of them? The panic begins to build up in his chest as he continues to overthink the situation only to let out a choked noise as he’s grabbed by the elder Tanaka and pulled to his feet.

It’s a similar situation to Terushima, Ennoshita feeling more and more like he’s being stared down by a predator only it’s welcomed this time, Saeko gripping his chin and observing his face before she turns to look at Ryuunosuke who seems to be on edge more than Ennoshita was. “I know you said he got hot over break but damn, Chika, you’re fuckin gorgeous.”

“Umm…thank you?” He doesn’t take compliments well, he never has, laughing nervously as he’s spun, her hands gripping his shoulders, feeling like he’s being presented to Ryuunosuke as a prize that he had just won. I know you said he got hot over break. What did that mean? Was that a Ennoshita thing or a Tanaka thing? Ennoshita focusing on his teammates face, noticing the familiar look he got whenever he felt Saeko was about to embarrass him.

“You gotta snap him up before someone else does, look at those cheek bones.” He feels the nails of Saeko’s right hand brush against his skin and he shudders despite himself, face still enflamed from the shared moment before and the endless compliments. “That jaw line, those sleepy brown eyes of yours. You are still single, right?”

“I…yeah?”

He chooses to not mention the plethora of confessions he had received the past few months, looking at Ryuu in hopes of a rescue only to find him shooting a look brimming with annoyed daring, baiting Saeko into continuing her commentary. Ennoshita knows the look well, one he’s been on the receiving end of from his own little brother whenever he learnt something he shouldn’t and threatened to hold it over him for the foreseeable future.

Saeko just grins, dangerous, like she is aware of something Ennoshita should be, hands clapping his shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze before she lets go and leaves. He watches he go, a thumbs up thrown in as a goodbye before she closes the door much softer than she had when she opened it. There’s a tension in the room, Ennoshita fumbling with his fingers as the silence leaves him to focus on those words.

I know you said he got hot over break. You’re fucking gorgeous.

You said he got hot. You’re fucking gorgeous.

You’re hot. You’re fucking gorgeous.

He’s ashamed as the voice morphs from Saeko’s to Ryuunosuke’s, the constant repetition of ‘you’re fucking gorgeous’ setting his cheeks aflame and his heart beating faster than a drum. He should leave, shouldn’t he? His confidence having melted away, Ennoshita feeling once again like a first year, unable to find his voice and on the brink of panicking as he over thought every possibility now laid out before him.

“Chikara,” his voice is soft, all to calming to hear, Ennoshita looking down at the other only to be met with a face of mild confusion and concern. “I’m stuck with problem ten.” Settling back down, Ennoshita goes back to helping, hoping for any distraction from the thought of Tanaka finding him attractive and the growing disappointment that he wasn’t brave enough to take Tanaka’s hand is his own again.

---

Its never brought up again but it changes their dynamic, Tanaka meeting him at lunch time, the welcome relief from being bothered by strangers with confessions. The hilarious moment of Tanaka fighting with his miniature self until Ennoshita dragged Tanaka away by the hand, the younger boy by someone Ennoshita guessed to also be on his team. It’s never brought up again but Tanaka doesn’t shake off his hand until its time to eat, despite the teasing looks sent his way by the other third years.

They sit together on the coach to practice matches, Ennoshita almost always waking up with his head on Tanaka’s shoulder, Tanaka’s head leaning against his and hands not quite touching but it always feels a little too intimate for just friends. Its how they end up travelling to the Miyagi summer camp, waking up as they pull onto the Shiratorizawa grounds only to find their fingers linked this time, it making up for the lack of head resting against his.

It’s three days before something snaps. Ennoshita in the middle of talking rotation with coach Ukai, mentioning his own anxiety in suddenly being thrust onto the court during an important match, making a joke at both Tanaka’s and Daichi’s expense as he brings up the Wakutani South match the year before. He excuses himself as he hears the arguing behind him, sighing at the sight of Tanaka and Noya shouting at a group of younger players, Karasuno’s own first years seeming to only encourage their behaviour.

Daichi had made this seem too easy, Yamaguchi was going to despise him for leaving this team in his capable hands when the year was through, Ennoshita feeling a migraine beginning to build as he made his way over. Where was Yahaba or Shirabu? He’d pray for even Futakuchi to show up to offer at least some form of assistance in dealing with the would be fight between their teams.

He more than well aware he’s not as intimidating as Daichi, Kenma having pointed this out when the teams met for a practise match a month prior, Ennoshita having simply laughed in response and returned the favour by pointing out that Kenma didn’t quite carry the same presence that Kuroo did. Any remaining tension between them had dissipated as soon as they had spotted Tanaka and Taketora, both huddled in a corner whispering conspiratorially, matching statements of “idiots” slipping out as sighs.

He’s not as intimidating but he can still command presence, hands clamping down on the shoulders of Tanaka and Nishinoya, squeezing tightly as he smiled a little too softly at the gathering who seemed to slowly sink under the weight of it. “I believe you were all returning to your teams, yes?” His tone leaves no room for argument, at least that’s what he hopes, watching with baited breath as they disperse, waiting until they had gone before finally allowing himself to relax.

“They were-”

“You don’t need to tell me.” Ennoshita sighs, cutting off Noya, already knowing that whatever reason they had to get into the fight was, it didn’t need explaining. He trusted his team enough for that. “Just…Just try not to do it again, please.”

---

It’s late on a Tuesday when everything is finally addressed, thirteen days since the incident in Tanaka’s home and thirteen days since they’ve danced around the subject, Ennoshita looking up when he feels someone sit next to him on the bench, surprised to find Tanaka sat there but not at all finding it unwelcomed. “What brings you out here?” Ennoshita asks, dog earring the page he was on and closing his book, cheek resting against his brought up knees and his hand on offer on the chance the Ace wanted to hold it.

“Was looking for the love of my life.” Tanaka states, voice subdued and its unsettling, too used to the confident and boisterous side of him that bellowed across courts and ripped his shirt off in victory. Tanaka is loud, headstrong, a focal point made flesh, he didn’t do quiet moments often, didn’t let his voice drop so low in volume it could barely be considered a whisper. It’s strange but he loves it all the same, a small selfish part of him wishing he’d be the only one to ever here the other like this.

“Did you find them?” He doesn’t try to hide the hope on his voice, too wrapped up in the idea that he might just be what Tanaka was into, be good enough to be the object of his affections even if just for a brief time. He had gained confidence since becoming the Captain, had grown into himself and learnt to become more assertive but the other was able to reduce him back to the shy mess he had been when he was younger like Tanaka was flames and he was made of matches.

Hands find each other, cold and pale meeting warm and tan, the grip loose enough to be comfortable yet firm enough to know it couldn’t be broken that easily. He would have been happy with that, cheeks flushing pink as a hand gently pried his cheek from his knees, calloused thumb brushing over his cheek before lips meet.

It’s brief but that’s all it needs to be, first kiss pressed to the corner of his lips before the second one captures them, the grip on his hand tightening briefly as they pull apart, Ennoshita admiring the flustered look of Tanaka’s cheeks, knowing full well he was in a similar state if not worse.

In his fantasies, he’d pictured Tanaka making any confession into a big affair, loud and unabashed, proclaiming his love for all of Japan to hear like he had with Kiyoko at any given moment. He’d thoroughly embarrass Ennoshita, grinning proudly without a care in the world. He hadn’t pictured it would be quietly, sat on a bench by the school gardens at Shiratorizawa, a fond smile tugging at his lips as he realises that he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“Yeah, I think I did.”

#ennotana #ennoshita chikara #tanaka ryuunosuke #haikyuu #tanaenno #karasuno #narita kazuhito #kinoshita hisashi #nishinoya yu #tanaka saeko #terushima yuuji #rating: T #yachi hitoka

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This little thing was inspired by the song Lollipop by Mika and a geico commercial so theres that but it was fun to write.

•Candy For The Soul•

"You wouldn't believe it granny, my neighbor moved and they left me a casserole." Kirishima Eijirou whined from where he sat on top of a rental washing machine.

The little laundromat run by a little old woman with a big heart and healing kisses was only a block away from the run down apartment the red head had come to call home. His neighbor, a single mom with 3 kids had taken it upon herself to make sure Kirishima was taking care of himself so far away from his own family. But now she was gone and his already empty pockets screamed in agony.

"I don't know what I'm going to do once I eat it all. Fat says I can't pick up anymore shifts at the grocer this month." Kirishima was loud, his feet clanking against the machine, "Can I have a sweet?"

The woman smiled and laughed softly but nodded nonetheless. Across from the washers a small glass bowl full of lollipops taunted the boisterous man.

"You could clean out the machines for me, I'd spare you some change for the effort." The old woman laughed.

"Nah, I'll clean em free of charge Granny, I'm happy to help." Kirishima said quickly, "I'm just complaining is all."

"Well, of you insist, then take another Lollipop before you go today."

Kirishima flashed a smile too big for his face and reclaimed his spot perched on the washing machine. His clothes dancing in cold water to keep them sturdy longer. His long red hair had begun to fade, some parts nearly orange from where the sun had left bruising kisses and a white headband hid black roots that had started to show. He had contemplated just cutting it and starting over, but the thought made him uneasy.

"I would granny, but my momma said, too much candy will rot your soul." Kirishima hummed, still only one sweet grasped in his worn hands.

"Your Momma sounds like a smart woman." The little old woman nodded, her worn book firmly closed in order to give her full attention.

"Ah yeah, she was." That was always the end of that conversation, his words would die off and soon the first dryer would beep. The woman would lift her book and he would pair his patterned socks, stuck in his own head.

"Well thanks again Granny." Kirishima finally would hum and he'd grab his too full basket of clothes and strike back out into the night, neon signs scaring away the darkness and the stars alike.

"Here." Eijirou offered a gentle smile as he tossed a few spare coins into a man's hat, "I'm sorry I don't have more this time dude."

"Thank you Kirishima." The man whispered, tears welling up in golden eyes.

Kaminari Denki, a failed musician who Kirishima had grown fond of. They talked everytime Kirishima passed him and offered what he could, be it coins or the already threadbare jacket that hung from his broad shoulders.

"The offer still stands Kami, the couch is small but all yours if you want it."

"No. I can't do that, but thank you."

"I'll ask again tomorrow."

"I know."

Kirishima first asked a year ago in the dead of winter. The electric blond already swallowed up Kirishima's best coat and gloves. The hat his Momma knitted nestled on the blond's head. Even then it was a no. Kaminari like so many others moved to the city for freedom. Kirishima would be lying if he said he didn't understand why the blond rejected the offer. Freedom was addicting, even if it wasn't ideal, Kaminari had taken the reins of his life and was reluctant to let go.

Kirishima was just as greedy. He lived in an old studio apartment barely furnished with a hole in the corner that gave a view at the downstairs hallway. His worn twin sized mattress on the floor in the opposite corner and a couch in front of an empty entertainment center. His fridge was nearly empty and the apartment burned with the smell of a constantly working coffee maker. Though Kirishima supposed the smell was better than rotting wood and dirty socks that always seemed to pile up.

A single picture of his family hung crooked on the wall and letters he always meant to open had piled up on one end of the couch. Kirishima was no different then most people in the city. He wanted control, a chance at their he couldn't have at home. With freshly dyed hair and a bag carrying his most worldly possessions, a wad of cash shoved in his pockets he caught a train out of his home town at 3 am on a Tuesday morning. He stuck a job at a local grocer, owned by a retired fireman, a hero in his own right. Now he was Kirishima's hero, helping him keep the shabby apartment over his head. Kirishima sighed as he dug for his keys. When he withdrew his hand, a still wrapped lollipop stared back up at him. He laughed, and despite himself he popped it in his mouth. A tune in his mind as he danced into his home a little extra pep in his step. Maybe it wasn't perfect but what he had was completely his.

\/\/\/

Like clockwork a week slugged by and Kirishima once again found himself in the too warm laundromat. The door swung open too fast and banged against the wall, his basket too full to see over and a bag full of his bedding on his shoulder.

"Sorry Granny." Kirishima laughed.

Normally at this time, when sun had only just begun its descent the laundromat was empty. But when the door swung open another set of eyes zeroed on to him. Crimsion just like his own. He had glasses pushed up into wild blond hair and a book in his hands. Kirishima's ears picked up the sound of running machines and the soft laughter of the laundromat owner.

"Oh, sorry to you too." Kirishima mumbled sheepishly dropping his things in front of a washer.

"If you're going to fucking talk to me speak up shitty hair." The blond snapped angrily.

The insult cut too deep for a remark from a stranger.

"I uh, was just sayin sorry." Kirishima tried again and the blond let out a content huff returning to his book.

"I've never seen you around." Kirishima hummed, throwing his sheets in with a cheap pod of soap.

"Cause I normally wouldn't waste my fucking time in a place like this. But my shitty washer," the blond hesitated before mumbling, "blew up."

"No way man, how does that even happen?" Kirishima laughed loudly, filling another machine with his clothes.

"Fuck if I know, but half my house is being rebuilt so here I am shithead."

Kirishima's laugh came out in bubbled snorts as he tried not to fully laugh at the other. Snagging a lollipop from the little dish he swung himself up onto the last machine he'd filled.

"Oi, don't fucking sit on them." Bakugo scolded.

"Nah, it's okay, right Granny?" Kirishima asked, wide eyes turned on the old woman.

"Of course deary."

Kirishima smirked triumphantly despite himself, sticking a blue dyed tongue at the new comer.

"Bastard how dare you." Bakugo snarled, tensing as if he was going to stand and fight.

"I'm just playin, Granny let's adults have lollipops too not just kids, want one?"

"Bastard, no I don't want a fucking lollipop."

Kirishima laughed loudly, his eyes pinching together and his tanned skin flushing a soft pink.

"You're a riot man. So what do you do?"

"Like I would tell you." Bakugo had pulled his glasses down to get a better look at the man before him.

The red head who looked too cheerful to be sitting on top of a washer in a cramped humid room, eating candy from a lead bowl too old to be causally used.

"Well I'm a grocery clerk at Fat's corner shop." Kirishima supplied easily.

"I actually didn't fucking ask." Bakugo tapped his book angrily against his knee, his nimble pointer finger still wedged firmly between pages.

"I know, but your washer still isn't done and the dryers will take at least an hour so I figure we've got time to kill man, and from the sound of it I'll see you around here until your washroom is fixed. So why not get to know one another." Kirishima kicked his feet like a child.

"I'm a fucking lab technician at the hospital."

"Oh man that's so cool, I dropped out of college to be an actor, it's why I'm here."

"And how'd that go?" The words were heavy, like he wanted to be rude but was worried it was too far.

"Not great, but you know, these things have slow periods." Kirishima reasoned, his words starting to dry up in his mouth like it did when something was too hard to think about. Like his momma.

Bakugo made no effort to fill the silence and he pushed his glasses back into his hair, his book falling open in his lap. Granny was in a similar state, leaning back in her old wicker chair the same old book in hand. Kirishima stopped kicking his feet. The candy in his mouth suddenly sour and tart, maybe it was his soul asking for a break.

\/\/\/\

It was only 3 days when Kirishima saw Bakugo again. This time the explosive blond strolled into Fat's corner store still in pale grey scrubs.

"Huh? You again, you've never worked this shift before." Bakugo snarled, slamming a premade sandwich on the counter.

"Yep! I picked up a few extras this week. Are you on lunch?" Kirishima hummed, "Bag?"

"Of course I'm on lunch shitty hair and no I dont want a fucking bag."

Again Kirishima felt disappointment swirl in his gut, "Hey, my hairs not shitty."

"Whatever," Bakugo squinted at his shirt, "/Kirishima/."

Eijirou flushed with colour, recalling they had never properly introduced. He'd picked up on so many other things, like the pink fabric softener tucked in his laundry bag, but Bakugo's brash attitude had taken up so much space in Kirishima's mind that he'd simply forgotten formalities.

"Right! Eijirou Kirishima nice to actually meet you." Kirishima trailed off hopefully extending a hand.

Bakugo swatted it away with a scoff but indulged the redhead anyway, "Katsuki Bakugo."

He was rude and angry but he was sticky in Kirishima's mind like a sun melted candy.

"Well come again soon Bakugo!" Kirishima chimed handing him his receipt and change, already moving on to the electrifying man who stood awkwardly in line.

"Hey Bro what's up?" Kirishima smiled even wider.

"Hey Kiri, when's your break?" Kaminari was messing with the ends of his startlingly yellow hair.

"Ah, 40 minutes, wanna meet outside?" Kirishima said, glancing at the clock beside his register that had a habit of ticking too loud.

"Yeah, thanks Kiri."

"Anything for a bro."

Kirishima's break came fast and he spent his loose cash on lunch for Kaminari. Waving him off when he had nothing to munch on alongside him.

"So what's up?"

"I don't want to sleep on your couch." Kaminari said firmly, his eyes alight with a fire Kirishima hadn't seen in a while.

"Alright?" Kirishima laughed curiously.

"But I need to borrow your address. I'm applying to work at the record shop, but I have to have proof of address." Kaminari's eyes were closed and fists balled at his side as if it hurt him to ask.

He'd been on his own for a while. Cold nights and dirty glares had tore him down but he'd come back again and again. His pride keeping him right where he was. Kirishima was pleased to see him changing direction even if only a little.

"Course." Kirishima smiled, "You know my neighbor moved out, so maybe if this works out, we could be neighbors."

"I'd like that."

Kaminari left before Kirishima's break came to an end, he'd left the soda untouched and slid close to Kirishima's leg on the bench the rested on. Eijirou gulped it down quickly before slipping back into the cool corner store. It was quite, though he assumed it always was at this time, Fat almost never needed someone else to work this shift, but Kirishima was persistent. In the silence of the slow period Kirishima's mind wondered to the blond lab technician and his lashing tongue, it drifted until he was standing in front of cheap boxes of dye. The black box loomed over him. Maybe it was spite against the world, the blond, or just his own mind.

But he latched onto the crimsion riot red and meandered back to his register. Freedom was addictive like candy on a holiday night, you always took too much but your heart always whispered that it didn't matter if you were happy.

/\/\/\/\

Kirishima's hair was down, framing his angular face for the first time in a while. Its colour once again a striking red that highlighted his eyes and natural flush. He entered the laundromat with only one basket, full of mindless copies of his work uniform.

"Deary, have been over working again?" Chiyo scolded making her way to Kirishima's side, looking at the colourful pinstriped shirts and black pants.

"Rent is due at the end of the week."

He was clearly tired, his movements slower and a yawn playing across his face more often then not.

"Well, make sure you're taking care of yourself. Have a lollipop."

"Thanks Granny, I will." Kirishima's bubbly laughter filled the humid room and Chiyo smiled softly.

A bubble gum sweet was popped in his mouth before he swung up onto the washer and flipped through a borrowed magazine.

"Oh so you can read. Maybe you're not as big an idiot as I thought." The blond gruff voice wrapped around Kirishima's mind. He was dressed in baggy black joggers and a childish shirt brandishing a skull. His glasses sat firmly on his nose and a permanent scowl pulled roughly at the edges of his face.

"Of course I can read." Kirishima defended quickly, "What's up dude?"

"I'm not your dude." Bakugo grumbled, slamming a washer full of scrubs shut.

"Come on man, don't be like that." Kirishima laughed out.

The sticky feeling that came with Bakugo was back, Kirishima giddily kicking his feet as he drew words from the blond.

"Woah 3 whole washers this time." Kirishima whistled after it became apparent Bakugo had nothing else to say, "Its only been a week man."

"You had 4 going last week, so shut up asshole." Bakugo snapped, dragging himself to sit on a washer across from Kirishima. The book from before left in his bag nestled next to the pink fabric softener and the dye washing pods. Kirishima found himself grinning wider, unable to contain the child like wonder of making a new friend.

"Why do you always do your laundry here anyway, doesn't that add up?" Bakugo grumbled ignorantly.

"My apartment building doesn't have a working laundromat anymore." Kirishima scoffed, "And Granny here really saved me, being only a few minutes away."

"Oh." Bakugo mused.

"How long do you think you'll be coming round Ba-ku-bro."

"Say that again and I'll punch you." Bakugo kicked out, his outstretched leg nearly long enough to reach across the cramped isle. Kirishima laughed childishly, kicking out his own leg to meet Bakugo in the middle. Kirishima's laughter was infectious, spreading to Bakugo like ants on a picnic blanket, his own snort filled laughter joining the other. There they were full grown men sitting on borrowed washers playing footsie. They kept up the playful banter while the washers rumbled. Bakugo's clothes frothing with hot water and coloured suds. Kirishima's finished first, the cold cycle much shorter, but Bakugo followed him over the wall of dryers anyway.

"Are those ducks?" Bakugo mused, pulling out a wet sock before Kirishima could shut the dryer door.

"Yeah, I think they're manly." Kirishima snatched back the sock, throwing in a wool ball he'd bought a while back to cut down on dryer sheet costs. It did okay. His clothes occasionally would crackle with static and if he didn't pick up his feet when he walked the metal door bar to leave the laundromat would shock him. But it was cheaper in the long run.

"Kiri dear?" The old woman called, "It's snowing."

She was right, fat snowflakes where dancing from the sky. It was early for a snow that would stick, but it meant it was cold and Kirishima had to walk home. They were breath taking in their slow descent.

"Shit" Kirishima whispered beneath his breath, "My stuffs still wet."

"The roads won't be slick, it's been too warm." Bakugo supplied, finally moving over his own clothes.

"I walk here." Kirishima whined, looking outside and then back at his clothes. He'd already handed his winter coat over to Kaminari the other day when the temperature had taken an odd turn but it hadn't snowed then. He'd be sure to slip him his gloves the next time he had a chance.

"This was so pointless, the snow will just get everything wet and I'll have to wash it all again." Kirishima bumped his head against the dryer wall in frustration.

"I'll drive you home shithead, you said it's only a few minutes from here. No reason to cry over dirty duck socks"

Kirishima's cheeks heated at the offer. Embarrassment over his apartment and a fluttering in his stomach, waring in his heart.

"You don't have to."

"Well unless you want to catch a cold for some ungodly reason, I'm going to."

"Okay." Kirishima relented, unsure of really what else he could do.

The blond for the first time since they'd met, cracked a smile. It wasn't like the open mouth cackling from their laughter. This was a stretching sinful smile that crinkled his eyes and pulled at his lips. It wasn't sticky and sweet like Kirishima's own, but seeing it felt like getting away with stealing a cookie from the cookie jar while your mom was busy. Something you weren't supposed to have but when you did it felt like fire in your veins, you smiled until your cheeks hurt.

And so that's what Kirishima did.

Their playful banter returned. They'd slid up on the washing machines closet to the dryers, their shoulders nearly touching. Bakugo was still unnecessarily gruff, but Kirishima took it in stride, shoving back with just as much force. When Kirishima's dryer let out a piercing buzz he dumped everything onto the top of the washer he previously sat on. Clumsy hands making sloppy folds.

"You suck at that." Bakugo remarked.

His own hands making quick work of his freshly dried clothes.

"Hey! I do just fine!" Kirishima barked back swatting at Bakugo's arm.

"Sure you are shit head." Bakugo was laughing again.

Head thrown back and muscles relaxed. Mean but oh so sweet in Kirishima's soul. Maybe this is what his momma meant.

He didn't have much time to think about it. Bakugo had already finished his tasks and was neatly nestling everything back into his laundry basket, his bag thrown on top. Kirishima was quick to follow.

"Just put your basket in the back." Bakugo was headed towards the door.

"Bye Granny, thanks for everything!" Kirishima hummed before scampering after.

It wasn't until he was buckled into the passenger seat of Bakugo's expensive car that the embarrassment came back. He had half a mind to just run home in the snow. But running away wasn't manly.

"Alright then, what complex is it?"

Kirishima mumbled under his breath, the embarrassment catching up.

"I can't hear you Kirishima, try again." Bakugo snapped, a fist slamming into the red heads arm a little too hard.

"It's just past that gas station and then a left." Kirishima said louder this time, his cheeks flushed.

"It's nothing to get so worked up about." Bakugo snapped, "It's just an apartment."

Kirishima felt the words die in his mouth and the sticky sweet feeling of being so close to Bakugo turn sour in his mouth. It was clear Bakugo didn't know how to ease the tension and the car fell silent save for the low echo of his radio.

"I didn't mean to upset you or whatever." Bakugo grumbled after a while his fingers tight against the steering wheel and his jaw clenched. His car jerked as he pulled between two yellow lines, "I'm not a very personable person Kirishima, but I uh, didn't mean it."

The way he danced around an apology Kirishima wasn't expecting would be charming if he wasn't so caught up in his own head.

"Nah man, you didn't do anything, just isn't the greatest of places, guess I'm embarrassed. Thanks for the ride, I really appreciate it."

"Anytime shithead." Bakugo grumbled, "Do you, uh, do you work that same shift this week?"

"No, just the night shift this week."

"Do you," Bakugo's relaxed face hardened and he shook his head stiffly, "Never mind. Get out, I'll see you later."

The words were final and heavy. Kirishima's mind buzzed with what he could've wanted but relented and exited the vehicle.

"See ya."

/\/\/\

The next week, they didn't meet up. Kirishima was working too hard on all the wrong shifts and by the time sunday rolled around he couldn't drag himself down to the laundromat and the sticky sweet blond. But it didn't stop the blond from needing clean clothes. He sat on top his running washer for a moment. His eyes drawn to the door, waiting for the redhead.

"If he isn't already here. Then he's not coming, probably passed out from working too much." Chiyo hummed from her wicker chair.

"What's his deal anyway?" Bakugo grumbled, "He could easily land a job that pays better than that corner store. Even without a degree."

"Eijirou is," Chiyo sighed, "He's scared to chase his dreams. Afraid of ending up like the blond man he gives all his spare change and winter clothes to. And above else, he's scared of hurting Fat's opinion of him."

"That's stupid."

Chiyo laughed, it was a soft sound that she muffled with her wrinkled hand.

"I'll be back." He grumbled, jumping off the washer with a thud and snatching a few lollipops, shoving them deep into his coat pockets.

He stalked out into the brisk night, a frown on his face, and his nose red from the wind. Already his bones ached from deciding to walk in the cold.

"Fuck." He swore, "I don't know his fucking room number. /Damn it/."

Shifting his weight awkwardly he did the only thing he could think of. He tossed one of the sweets in his pocket at the only room with its lights on.

"Shithead, is that your window?" He yelled already regretting even acknowledging the old hag at the laundromat.

But the regret that had begun to pull at his pride vanished when a sleepy head of red poked out the window.

"Bakugo?" Kirishima called down his voice thick with sleep and curiosity.

"I'm coming up. Open your door."

Bakugo climbed to the second story and waited in the hallway for a door to open. When it finally did he shoved past a weekly protesting Kirishima easily.

"Where is your laundry." It was brash and lacked the air of a question.

"What?" Kirishima laughed curiously, pulling his red hair up into a pile on his head.

"The old hag said you're over doing it, but that doesn't excuse dirty fucking clothes so hand it over, I'll wash them for you." Bakugo was gathering dirty socks in his arms.

"Wait wait wait, what's going on."

"Its sunday, you always wash your clothes at this time."

"But why are you here."

"You're an idiot."

Kirishima's sleep riddled mind supplied only childish laughter. He clutched his stomach and folded over, his shoulders shaking.

"Oh my god Baku." He wheezed, "You're so weird."

"Hey you asshole I'm trying to be nice." Bakugo was withdrawing into himself, embarrassed.vIt was a cold feeling and he never knew how to handle it. It set an ache in his bones and a strain on his lungs.

"Thank you." Kirishima said suddenly, "Thank you for checking in on me. I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep. Let's go together, okay?"

"Whatever." It was gruff but the blond set to work collecting clothes and throwing them in the offered basket.

"You're bad for my health dude."

"Asshole, what the hell does that mean."

It meant that Katsuki had startled a dying flame in his soul. Just when he felt the reins of freedom becoming too heavy, Bakugo had made him want to feel their tug again. He was remembering why he came to the city of his dreams in the first place.

Chiyo only smiled when the two came stumbling back into her humble laundromat. Katsuki's cheeks were flushed, but he'd swear on his grave it was because of the cold outside.

"I've got an audition for tomorrow." Kirishima said after their conversation had begun to slow.

It had been eating at him all week, the only thing keeping him sane was his endless shifts at the corner store.

"How do you think it'll go dear?" Chiyo chimed, her old eyes alight with curiosity, and Bakugo had stopped to stare expectantly.

"Well you know, trying to keep my expectations low so I'm not too disappointed when they tell me no." Kirishima shrugged his shoulders dejectedly.

"Shut up idiot, you're here in this awful city aren't you, means you at least got a chance."

Bakugo was like a cinnamon disk Kirishima decided. Wrapped up in a loud wrapper and the sugar hidden beneath so much spice. But it was there, sticky and melting out under the heat of the sun. He laughed to himself, at the thought of being Bakugo's sun. Melting away the spice leaving only syrupy red.

"What are you laughing about idiot." Bakugo dealt with his embarrassment by lashing out, his fist colliding a little too hard with Kirishima's shoulder.

"Nothing, nothing." Kirishima laughed melodically, "But I'll be sure to keep you both posted on how it goes."

\/\/\/

Maybe he slept through his alarm and missed the train. Maybe he skipped work and cried on his couch. Maybe he showed up at the record shop still in his pajamas looking for a familiar face. Kaminari bopped behind the counter happily to the music playing overhead. His golden eyes wide and alight with life, when they settled on Kirishima they offered warmth and understanding.

"What's up Kiri, you're looking pretty rough today, feeling okay?" Kaminari hummed, tapping the glass counter that separated them.

"When's your break?" Kirishima croaked, his heart aching at the familiarity and the strangeness of it all.

"Now if you need me."

"I can't ask you to do that."

"Come on Kyoka doesn't mind." Kaminari ducked under the fake counter piece rather than lifting it like anyone else would. Kirishima followed the blond numbly his mind too caught up on what ifs.

What if he hadn't worked so hard last week, would he have woken up in time?

What if he had a car, would it have gotten there in time instead of waiting for a useless train?

What if he stayed home?

"So what's up man?" Kaminari sat too close, their shoulders brushing, but he had always been a touchy, sentimental man and Kirishima found himself leaning into it. His weeks of confusing feelings suddenly crashing on him like a wave smashing a child's castle.

"I messed up." Kirishima's voice cracked, "I slept past my alarm and missed an audition for a union film."

His eyes were red from tears he didn't want to shead. Kaminari winced a sharp breath pushing through his clenched teeth.

"I won't lie to you, we both know what good that does for anyone, that was a pretty big mess up, but it's okay. Mistakes are part of living, and there will eventually be another chance. You just have to want it." Kaminari sighed, looking up at the heavy clouds rolling by.

"I did want it." Kirishima whispered, "This is all I've ever wanted."

"Good. Then don't forget how much this sucks. Dust yourself off and do it again. Do it because you want it, do it for you, not anyone else." Kaminari said too lightly.

But he was always like that. Wisdom hidden behind a squeaky voice and child like eyes. He'd always been awestruck by the world and sometimes it was hard to believe he thought so far past the surface.

"But what do I know." Kaminari laughed loudly, when Kaminari was running from words that were too hard, he laughed and deflected but he never let the world silence him like it did Kirishima at times.

"I skipped work today, I didn't even call. What if Fat fires me?" Kirishima had slumped over, head in his hands.

"We both know he won't."

"I had lunch shift today."

"And?"

"I couldn't face Bakugo after I messed up so bad."

"Who?" Kaminari's voice had taken a playful edge, his shoulder bumping the downcast man.

"Some stupidly pretty asshole who is using my laundromat." The words tumbled out of his mouth before he really thought them through. Embarrassment burned hot in Kirishima's mind. His cheeks tinting pink and regret licking at his stomach like the summer sun.

"Kiri! You didn't tell me there was a hottie at Chiyo's? I thought we were friends?" Kaminari whined but his face reflected nothing but cruel enjoyment of his friend's slip up.

"Shut up Kami, I don't want to talk about it." Kirishima was pouting now.

"Sure sure, I gotta get back anyway, but a token of advice? Take life by the throat and never let go. It's yours, do what makes you happy. Damn everyone else. And if that's a pretty asshole with a basket of dirty clothes, then so be it." Kaminari winked, dipping back inside.

\/\/\/

Umm it never occured to me that there would be a line limit on here but there is sooo this was part one I guess, there really isn't a whole lot left but if I go all the way to the limit it cuts off at a weird place so I like this cut off better!! The second part will be up either later today or tomorrow!!

#bnha fandom #bnha fanfiction #bnha #my hero academia #mha #mha angst #happy ending #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kiribaku #bakushima #kaminari denki #jirou kyoka #mha au #bnha au

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whence-the-woody · 3 years

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Finale commentary under the cut

So I wanted to kind of liveblog as I was watching but held back so these are my remembered reactions/second watch reactions

Bummed there was no song recap but quickly figured itd play at the end

PUPPY. Best part of the ep, lbr, Dean was so cute with him

Theyre really doing a cheesey life montage huh - still not clear whether monsters are a thing in this new world?

I was watching the mins tick by during this first montage like OKAY we get it, cheesey happy home life, move along. There was only 40 mins left of the whole show like get on with it, it went way too long

We definately needed to restablished that Sam is neat while Dean is messy. Totally necessary to spend time on that. Also didnt Dean get houseproud when they moved into the bunker?? What happened to that?

OMG get on with it

Then becomes apparent that hunting is still a thing. Which if so what was the point of showing then doing fucking laundry and dishes while “Ordinary life” plays - if its not just an ordinary life?

At this point i thought it might go the route of them being listless without hunting as a job but then murder scene so I guess not

This whole pie sequence is stupid and a waste of time, we all know it

Dean being a cold, heartless bitch about everyone being dead. Aces. Not unexpected but still just great. How dare you be so happy about pie fuck you dude.

DOES ANYONE REMEMBER EILEEN

Pie is the face is not funny my dudes come the fuck on

I started skipping through during the murder scene. I was bored. Like, I dont care about tension building to the murder of a family we dont fucking know. Ive always skipped these scenes, what is the damn point. Its not scary or interesting.

GET ON WITH IT

Same old FBI bullshit. Nice to see the journal again I guess. But like, this is STILL what we’re doing? In the very last ep? Same old, different day, just like 15 years ago. Really?

Singer and Kripke. Subtle.

I skipped through the interrogation too. I dont find the scary brother act cool or entertaining

15 mins in and nothing has happened

Theyre trying so hard to give Dean jokes and nothing is landing, its so cringe just stop

The way the little clown faces pop up - if that supposed to be scary? Really? Its all just so silly rn

Watching it again I realise just how easy this hunt is. The answer is in the journal. They find the exact family. They find the exact barn. The kids are just stood in a cupboard. This is what takes Dean out, really? Its not even a normal hunt, its a way too fucking easy one.

I do not remember this chick or what ep she was in, maybe theres some parallell or foreshadowing by bringing her back but if there is I dont get it

Bottom line if youre gonna bring people back WHY THE FUCK THIS RANDOM GIRL

I knew so fast he was gonna go out like that. Hanging from a fucking nail

I kept saying out loud not like this, no way, this is so stupid, its so stupid omg

I paused and tried to talk myself into putting aside how stupid and awkward it was for him to be doing this scene hanging off a pole and just try to invest in the emotion of the speech. Which I achieved at times

but why was is so awkward tho?? Just the way hes stood pressed against it is fucking weird. Also 1000% Sam couldve gotten help and he wouldve been FINE. It took so long for them to talk, an ambulance couldve been there before they were done, there was no need for this

Okay the speech did make me cry once I pep talked myself into being invested. The reference to being scared Sam would reject him, the I love you so much, Sam saying dont leave me, the stay with me and tell me its okay - all those moments got me and I did cry. I appreciated the family business line. I liked Jensen telling Jared he always keeps fighting, that was a nice reference.

BUT there were also those moments that made me scoff, roll my eyes or laugh. The whole “always you and me” bullshit especially. The second I knew he was going to say I’ll be in your heart I yelled at them to no do it, I hate that cheesey move, then literally was like “oh my god, he did it”. It WAS NOT always going to end like this - so much of the last 15 years was proving him wrong about that. This is all just so wrong, it is not good.

Jensen and Jared did a good job with what they were given in this scene but my god

The audacity of the Cas erasure- always you and me. FUCK YOU.

I laughed out loud when his last shot was a One Perfect Tear. I was literally like “Oh wow they did that”

DEAN DESERVED A BETTER DEATH

It also kinda loses all impact when you see him like 2 mins later

MIRACLE IS THE REAL MVP ILY

Theyre really doing another montage. Really. Like we get it, hes sad, we didnt need the toast to understand that

Omg Miracle by his side. The best of bois.

Looking around his room like beer and guns was all dean was. Sure. Aces.

I choose to believe Bon Jovi was a ref to before Dean went to hell

If Donna is back why isnt anyone else?!?

Oh Jared you look so old bby. Go home. He looks older there then later in the ridiculous make up

Why is that shot made to look like hes leaving the bunker forever?? Like that makes no sense

Bobby greeting him is nice and all BUT IT SHOULDVE BEEN CAS

Also they are 1000% doing the show don’t tell by having Bobby just sit and explain everything. SO FUCKING LAZY

Cas has been out of the empty, helping rebuild heaven. Okay, fine. Even Dean’s reaction to hearing that was fine. BUT YOU ASK WHERE YOUR FUCKING BEST FRIEND IS AND GO SEE HIM. WHO IS THIS VERSION OF DEAN WTF

I know people are upset Cas is back working in heaven but I dont think its anything like before. It sounds like he helped fixed things then got his own heaven. Also he’s God’s Dad, hes not serving God, hes teaching him. I know human Cas done right is what we wanted but I dont hate this for him. BUT WE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING SEEN IT.

Why is a memory of being a kid with his Dad what Dean is reminiscing on. They have literally reverted him back to s1. There are so many memories dean should be thinking about in fucking heaven

Hes going for a drive

Hes going for a motherfucking drive

In the car he was just in

WHY THE FUCK IS HE ACTING LIKE HE HASNT SEEN BABY IN YEARS WHAT IS THIS SHIT

Hes going to drive around doing nothing until Sam gets there are you fucking kidding me. Not going to see any of his family from the last 15 years, just driving. Absolute horseshit.

This is the moment where you realise that this episode has changed NOTHING. This is the same ending as the last ep except theyre in heaven not on earth

ITS THE EXACT SAME FUCKING THING

Okay so they skip over how Sam went from going on a hunt to walking with a toddler. OMG how unsubtle that they have literally just labelled the child Dean in big yellow letters. I couldnt help but laugh, how fucking stupid.

I did get a bit teary when the music started I’ll be honest. But mostly through the whole montage (ANOTHER ONE) I was saying to myself This is so fucking stupid. omg this is dumb, what the fuck is this, so stupid.

They literally did a montage so long they had to play the song twice. Im just done at this point wow.

The old man make up is so bad I just laughed. The only pictures being of the 4 of them, reinforcing the Winchester only bullshit, great. Not even pics of this new random family Sam’s got. The painfully cliche Dad moments for Sam, again so bad its funny. Omg the hand on the head of this random kid, this is so ridiculous. Old man sam in his bad wig trying so hard to move like hes old and crying in the impala. Wtf is happening, this is SO STUPID

I thought theyd cast a more attractive son I’ll be honest. So he has the tattoo - are they a hunting family? Because that would go against both s1 Sam they’ve tried to go back to and the s15 Sam they build up to for all those years

I know they were going for an emotional parallel with that “you can go now” but this random man saying it to Sam in that make up, with the music cue lined up right there - its just funny coz its so dumb im sorry

I cant believe they actually played another different version, I’ll never get over that

Theres alot of things I’ll never get over

Is this bridge supposed to mean something? They shouldve picked a setting that meant something

I know theyre trying so hard to make Dean look happy and peaceful to convince us its a good ending but sis no

I laughed out loud when Dean turned around - WHAT IS THAT OUTFIT SAM?

Really, they have nothing to say? No questions, no convo? They just have cheesey smiles and look over the water? This is so wrapped up in a fucking bow trying to force us to feel good my god

The cut almost immediately to them talking to the camera, still in character getup, was so cringe I yelled and turned it off

And they pan out to literally none of the people we want to see . Great, Good.

LITERALLY WHAT WAS THE POINT

#supernatural #me #ranty #we achieved nothing with this ep yet I have THOUGHTS #finale

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squidshadow · 4 years

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thats summ3r in the middle of makomart when shes giving herself a stress-induced pep talk about how bad the economy is but that doesnt mean love is fake and life is too short to waste it and yes shes too poor to buy this macaroni but that doesnt mean her HEART is too poor to LOVE WOMEN and shes kinda mumbling beneath her breath about it because she thinks shes alone but then theres a family of like a middle-aged woman and her three kids and summ3r apologizes loudly and her voice cracks and she shoves the macaroni in the basket she has and walks off as confidently as she can and then when she goes to pay the cashier is really cute and shes like shit i should have gone to the self-checkout line instead and when the cashier says something about joining the club membership thing summ3rs like "thanks, you too" and then it clicks and she just starts crying and the cashier is being paid minimum wage and she really doesnt deserve this and summ3r know this so she keeps mumbling apologies and she pays and pretends that she isnt crying and on the receipt that she looks over when shes in the car the macaroni was 500c when the only other thing she went in there for was 200c and god she doesnt have the money for this what the fuck was she thinking and she goes home and makes the macaroni and she cant even enjoy it because she 1. burnt it and 2. she only has 72c left in her bank account now and when she tries to go to sleep she thinks of every time she fucked up socially in public with stupid blunders like that so she just never falls asleep

and then summ3r goes into work the next day because thats all she really does and jarrett said she could take the day off if she wanted to and summ3r really wanted to but the taste of macaroni still clings to her mouth and it tastes like disappointment and the 72c left in her bank account so shes waiting for her shift to start and justins talking about something but she tuned him out a while ago and she was thinking that weed should come in cigarettes and thatd be a great idea and as she chews on her cigarette she remembers weed is illegal in the octarian-atramentonian union which sucks so she wonders if she can move to another country where she can get legally baked but 1. shes really poor and 2. weed highs arent even that great anyways, and then later that day when shes actually working shes really having a horrible time because she poured hot coffee on her hand and the customers keep yelling at her and she really doesnt get paid enough for this and then the fucking cashier from yesterday comes in and summ3r makes eye contact with her and she wants to cry and then the cashier comes up to the counter because thats what she does

and then her order is really complicated and long and bad like theres seven pumps of pumpkin spice in this and its tea but whatever summ3r doesnt have to drink it even though shes judging her immensely and then when summ3r asks for a name the cashier says lusīl and summ3r assumes its lucille so she writes that and lusīl pretty obviously has that disappointed look on her face of "my name was misspelled by a white girl inkling" and summ3r really wants to apologize but she cant and then when summ3r tells her to enjoy her drink lusīl says "you too" and she looks mortified and summ3r thinks its maybe much cuter than it should be and as lusīl sits down at a table to go drink her horrible pumpkin spice tea summ3r hears her swearing beneath her breath and anyways summ3r has a crush now and she doesnt like it because shes too poor to deal with one so when shes on break she cries when she smokes two cigarettes at once and she resolves to move to jellia where she can face hate crimes but also be stoned

so summ3r goes to makomart again after quietly asking her mom for money after a few weeks of radio silence which her mom does give her and summ3r should really call her mom more but most times shes just way too tired to do so that or her phones dead but regardless shes at makomart and she wants to self care a little as the chumblr kids do so she buys a box of macaroni and the noodles are shaped like fresh fish and summ3r knows they wont look like fresh fish when theyre cooked and the fun shape ones taste worse than the others but its okay because summ3r is quite frankly a little high right now (which is sarahs fault not hers) and shes not really thinking about things like "not being broke" and "the fact that shes singing the veggiefishtales theme song loudly in makomart" but anyways shes trying to go the self-checkout line but its way too long and the 8th checkout thing is so much shorter than that which summ3r thinks is fun and funky and cool and she really wants some fucking 'ronis right now and shes so excited for that and then lusīl is the cashier again and she says hi and summ3r immediately feels herself sober up in this weird way that cant be described beyond "what the fuck"

and so summ3r places her box of macaroni on the conveyor belt (which should have a better name, in her opinion) and lusīl laughs and says they really shouldnt be running into each other so often and summ3r laughs also and cries internally and apologizes externally and lusīl says she didnt mean it like that and shes sorry and then summ3r apologizes for misinterpreting it and then lusīl apologizes for not being clear enough and it goes back and forth a little bit and the line is really long now and summ3r still only bought 5 objects and it shouldnt have taken this long and summ3r leaves with a "bye! i like your face!" and lusīl blushes and calls "yeah, yours is nice too!" after her and summ3r decides that god is real and then goes home and wants a cigarette but she didnt buy any so now she just feels stupid and bad and gay

so summ3r works again because thats just what she does its like her whole life is just go to work, smoke 3 cigarettes at once, think about lusīl, get high, smoke a cigarette, lay face-down in the shower, smoke another cigarette, overcook some pasta, fall asleep, wake up, go to work, smoke 4 cigarettes at o

but lusīl comes in again and she gets the same drink and summ3r still doesnt know how to spell her name because she just doesnt so instead of lucille she spells it like loocille and lusīl laughs at it when she sees the cup and summ3r laughs also because lusīl is really cute and when she gives it to her summ3r tells her to "enjoy your drink, lucy" and summ3r is screaming internally and lusīl is blushing like a lot and so lusīl stammers back "YEAH YOU TOO" and she turns to walk out very rapid and walks face-first into the wall and now summ3r feels really bad because maybe lucy is a slur in octarian or something so she rushes over to help her and theres tea all over the ground and when she goes to wipe it up they both reach for the same napkin and their hands brush and then summ3r laughs and lusīl looks like she just had a life-changing experience and then they just kinda stay there for a bit and then summ3r realizes that theyre just standing there and theres tea all over the ground and they both apologize at the same time and summ3r gets filled with the scandalous desire to shove her tongue in lusīls mouth which is gross and lusīl is probably straight anyways

but once the tea is cleaned summ3r offers to make her another drink and lusīl chokes out "YEAH OKAY" and summ3r asks what shed like and lusīl orders 8 pumps of pumpkin spice with ketchup and summ3r quietly asks if shes sure and lusīl looks like shes pleading for death but she nods anyways so summ3r makes it nonetheless and lusīl looks really disappointed when she gets her drink but she thanks her anyways and when lusīl actually walks out of the building, the second the door closes summ3r hears her yell loudly in frustration

anyways later that day summ3r stops at a gas station to buy some cigarettes because she wants some and then she runs into lusīl there, not that she works there or something, she was kinda there, and so summ3r asks her if she liked her ketchumpkin spice latte which was a really bad joke but lusīl starts laughing uproarously once she realizes what summ3r said and yeah sex is cool but have you ever made a pretty girl laugh in a gas station and so riding off that high summ3r asks what shes doing here and lusīl quietly replies with "buying gas" which admittedly makes a lot of sense, maybe too much sense, and summ3r wonders if she could flush herself down the toilet

but then lusīl asks what summ3rs doing here and summ3r cant just say shes going to buy 3 packs of cigarettes becauses thats her coping mechanism of choice so she lies and says shes also getting gas and so lusīl offers to walk her to her car but summ3r walked here because its like right down the block from her apartment and now summ3r feels stupid so she says its okay and then offers to walk lusīl to her car and then it goes back and forth a lot and then they pause and kind of realize the stupidity of it all and start laughing again and lusīl mumbles "youre really cute" and summ3rs entire being short-circuits so she shifts into a squid and just lies there

and lusīl asks if shes okay and then summ3r doesnt know what to say so then lusīl shifts into octopus form and theyre just laying there, vibing, and then an employee finds them and quietly asks them to not do that and then they shift back and go seperate ways and summ3r doesnt buy anything and shes still having nicotine cravings and all she has is weed so she just smokes that and doesnt feel any better in the end

#long post #.txt #drug tw #smoking tw

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fiftyshadesgrl · 4 years

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This is part one of a brantley gilbert series im working on. Hope everyone enjoys it.

Is this the wrong thing to do? After everything that went down between me and Brantley, should I really be doing a meet and greet with him? The last time we were in a room together a lot of words were said and our relationship ended. I thought we were going to last forever. We were engaged, I was planning a wedding while Brantley was drinking himself into a early grave. As I pull up to the venue my hands start sweating and I seriously think about backing out, but he has sure come a long way and I just want him to know that I am proud of him.

45 minutes later

Its my turn next in the meet and greet. All of the fans stand behind a curtain until it is our turn. Security motions for me to head out to see Brantley. I take a deep breath and realize its now or never. I walk from around the curtain and Brantleys eyes go wide. "(Y/N), is that you?" I smile and nod, he opens his arms and grabs me. This feels so good, just like it used to. His strong arms is what made me feel safe. I sigh and start to tear up but then I pull away.

He smiles and eyes me up and down. "(Y/N), youre the last person I thought would walk around that curtain."

I place my hand on the side of his face and wish things were different. "I just wanted to come and tell you how proud I am of you."

"Well darlin, you couldve called." He says with a sigh. I cant believe Im standing here in front of him. Those blue eyes just peer into my soul. My heart skips a beat when I hear his songs on the radio. Sometimes I feel like some of them has been written just for me.

Security tells Brantley they need to wrap up the meet and greet. Brantley looks annoyed but he has a show to put on and many fans that he cant let down.

We get our picture taken and then he turns to me. He grabs my hands in his, "do you have a backstage pass?" I shake my head and say, "no just vip."

He called his manager over and whispered something in his ear. His manager produced a backstage pass. Brantley took it from him and handed it to me. "Here darlin, you can watch from backstage and then we can hang out afterwards."

I shook my head, "Brantley I cant accept this. I dont want you doing me favors."

He placed it around my neck. "Then this is a favor for me. Please I really want to talk to you after the show."

How could I say no to him. He really looked sincere and there is some things that I could get off my chest after the show. So I nod and he has the biggest smile on his face. "Thank you (Y/N). It really means alot to me."

"Youre welcome." I go to hug him and he surprises me by kissing me on my forehead. His manager leads me to Brantleys dressing room. "Make yourself at home honey."

"Thank you. Is it alright if I smoke in here?" I ask showing him my pack of cigarettes. He chuckles, "BG is like a chimney. Ash tray is on the table. Drinks and snacks are in the other room if you want anything. If you need anything else just holler."

I nod and light my cigarette as he walks out the door. Its really nice in here. A big leather couch is against one wall right across is a mirror with lights around it. A chair sits in front of it but Brantley doesnt seem the type to need makeup to go on stage. I put my cigarette out in the ash tray and sit back in the couch. It feels like a cloud. I look around trying to find something to occupy me, I flip through my phone. I snap a picture and send it to my best friend with a text saying 'guess i get to go backstage.'

He sends a text back saying 'be careful. Dont let him hurt you again.' I roll my eyes and shut my phone off. I get up and decide to go get something to drink. When I open the door Brantley is on the other side, I think he was giving hisself a pep talk before coming in. He looks worried, "youre not bolting already are you?"

I shake my head. "No, I was going to get something to drink." He sighs like he is glad that I wasnt leaving.

"You mind if I come with you?" He asks shyly.

"Of course not. This is all for you anyways."

We walk down the hall to the room that has the sign catering on the door. He holds the door open for me and as I enter his hand brushes mine. I feel the sparks way down deep and I know he does too.

After we enter the room I grab a water and he gets a plate of food and a tea. The room is quite crowded and noisy. He looks at me and asks, "wanna go back to the dressing room?" I shrug and mouth its up to you. He nods towards the door and I follow him. He pushes the door open and holds it for me.

When we get back to the dressing room he plops down on the couch and puts his feet up on the table. I sit down on the other end of the couch and he looks like he is affended. "What are you doing all the way down there darlin? I aint gonna bite ya."

I smile and scoot closer to him. I take a sip of my water and light another cigarette. I smoke alot when Im stressed or nervous.

"Wheres your food darlin?" He asks looking at my bottle of water.

"Oh, um." I look down at my hands. "Im not hungry."

He shakes his head, "no, I aint having it. Youre gonna eat. Here take my plate Ill go get some more."

Before I could say anything he placed his plate in my lap and was already out the door. I really wasnt hungry. My nerves were getting the best of me and my stomach was in knots.

Brantley came back in a few minutes later with two huge plates of food. I raised my eyebrows at him as he sat down. "You dont expect me to eat that do you Brantley?"

He shook his head, "no one plate for me and the desserts are for both of us."

I picked at my food as we talked about old times and before I knew it they were calling him for the show. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the couch.

"Come on (Y/N), you can watch from the side."

He opened strong and the crowd went wild. After a few upbeat songs he pulled out his acoustic and sat on a stool center stage.

"Welcome everybody yall are amazing."

The crowd cheered loudly as he took a sip of water. He looked over at me and winked causing a face splitting grin to appear on my face.

"I figured wed slow it down a bit for a while. These next few songs mean alot to me. I wrote them for someone special and maybe just maybe."

He looks over at me again.

"She just might hear them tonight."

He starts playing the best of me and glances at me every now and then. Then he starts you dont know her like I do. Then he finishes with you promised. He gets emotional during that song and he looks directly over to me when he sings the last line.

"No matter what you do, you know Ill always love you.

Hell I have to, cause I promised."

The tears streamed down my face. I knew he meant it and after all these years, deep in my heart. I knew I still l loved him. I never stopped, but thats what scares me. Hes changed yes but how could I forget the past?

He was still looking at me as I turned and walked back to the dressing room. I couldnt let him see me cry, so I sat in the dressing room and cried. I went to light my cigarette but couldnt find my lighter anywhere. Brantleys lighter was gone too.

My eyes went to his duffel bag and thought maybe he might have a spare lighter in there. I unzipped it and tried not to look to much at anything but I felt a lighter and as I pulled it out a paper came flying out too.

"Oh shit, I hope It didnt rip."

I picked it up, a picture fell to the floor. I bent to pick it up and saw it was the last picture me and Brantley had made together. That was the better days before everything went bad. I cant believe he has kept it all this time.

"Yall have been awesome tonight! I love yall see ya again soon."

I heard Brantley closing the show so I shoved the paper and picture back in his bag and zipped it quickly. I grabbed my cigarettes and ran to the exit.

The cool air hit my skin like a gift from heaven. I had to take a breather for a moment cause I didnt know what to say to him. Why has he kept that all this time? Why did it make me smile that he did? Because I love him but I cant tell him. Tonight was just to see him and go home.

I sit with my back against the building and lit my cigarette. I looked down at the lighter in my hand and was surprised to see it was the zippo I got him for his birthday one year. This man, does he keep everything.

The band starts coming out of the doors and start loading the bus with equipment and luggage. A few minutes later Brantley came struting out looking frustrated. He couldnt see me because I was sitting behind the door.

I heard him say to his manager, "why didnt you stop her! I need to go find her."

Before he climbed the steps on the bus I stood up and said "you looking for me?"

I could see the relief wash over him. He ran over to me and grabbed me up in a big hug. "I thought I lost you again baby girl."

I smiled and pulled away from him. "Im right here. I just needed some air." He grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me in for a fierce kiss. It shocked me for a second then I was kissing him back. Our tounges exploring each other mouth. I nipped his lower lip and he growled in response.

I pulled away but he rested his forehead on mine. We were both panting and I managed to find the words. "Brantley, I....I cant do this."

"Come on the bus with me, we can talk cause theres some stuff I need to tell you."

"I dont think thats a good idea Brantley."

He sighs and those blue eyes pierce right into the depths of my soul and break down whatever barriers I had built to keep him out.

"Please, just to talk. I promise."

I nod, "okay, just to talk."

He smiles and grabs my hand. He leads me towards the bus and motions for me to go first. He doesnt speak to anyone but heads straight for his room. He closes the door behind him.

He sits down on the bed and pats the place next to him.

"You can sit baby doll, dont worry I wont do anything."

"I know, I trust you." I sit down next to him but for some reason the words that I have been wanting to say will not come out. Thank god he spoke first.

"Listen (Y/N), I know the last time we saw each other I was a complete mess."

"Complete mess is putting it lightly." I say

He sighs, "ok, I was a complete dick. I know I hurt you and I said things I didnt mean. I swear to you I have changed. I love you (Y/N) I always have, and if you give me a chance." He grabs my hand and I look into his eyes. "I promise you I will make up for everything baby."

I really do believe him but why is it so hard to just give myself to him. "You cheated on me Brantley. You told me you didnt want me anymore. I wanted to marry you and have a family with you. I saw all of that happening but it was all just one big lie."

"Baby look at me." He says as he places his fingers under my chin. My eyes meet his once again. "Im so sorry for everything. After all these years it still eats at me what I done to you. I was fucked up at the time. The booze and pills had me all kinds of fucked up but it didnt mean I didnt want you. I honestly cant tell you why I said that but I can tell you I didnt mean it." I start crying and try to look away but he wouldnt let me.

"You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I was to stupid to realize it. I shouldve treated you better when I had you but for some reason I thought you would always be there. When I sobered up and realized you was really gone I went crazy. I went everywhere and anywhere that I thought you would be. I cried every night and every day I felt like my heart was just gone."

I wiped my eyes and whispered, "Im so sorry Brantley."

"No, no baby, Im the one whos sorry. I dont blame you for leaving me. Hell nobody did. Mama jumped my case everyday for a month about it."

I sniffed, "I found the picture of us in your duffel bag."

"You did?"

I nodded, "I wasnt being nosey I promise. I lost my lighter and couldnt find it or yours so I thought maybe you had a extra one. I didnt look at anything or at the piece of paper the picture fell out of."

He sighed and it looked like he was glad I didnt read it. "I kept that picture because thats all I had of you. Every night before a show looking at it would give me the boost I needed to have a damn good show. When I sleep, I put it under my pillow. I know its stupid but I have to have you with me or I cant survive."

I smile and before I knew it I was kissing him. He kissed me back at first then he gently pushed me away. "Woah baby, you said you only wanted to talk."

I straddled him and pushed his hat from his head. "I know what I said." I kissed his cheeks then his eyes then his lips. "Listen to what my heart is saying now."

His hands were on my sides sliding up and down, his thumbs were under my shirt. He was tracing lazy circles with them. He leaned forward and kisses my collarbone then my neck. "You sure baby." I nodded.

I pulled his shirt up and over his head. He did the same to me. I was wearing a black lace bra, he growled as he kissed the tops of my breast where the lace touched skin.

"God damn baby, I have been missing and wanting this all these years. Im afraid its a dream."

I smiled as I kissed up his neck up to his ear. I whispered "trust me honey, I dont think your dreams can make you feel as good as Im gonna in just a few minutes."

"Holy fuck." He said as he pulled away and took my lips in a searing kiss. He unclasped my bra with one hand. My hand skated down his chest and stomach and came to rest on his belt buckle.

"Make love to me Brantley."

He smiled, "oh baby, with pleasure."

#brantleygilbert #bgnation #bg #brantleygilbertfanfic #brantleygilbertsmut

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The Unicorn - Chapter 14

The Unicorn: A Pepperony Fanfic PREVIOUS

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Buy me a coffee with Ko-fi Word Count: 2075

Pairing: Tony Stark x F!Reader x Pepper Potts

Warnings: Sex talk. Pregnancy

Synopsis: The three of you go house shopping in New York to see if you can find something you’re all happy with.

Chapter 14

Over the next few weeks, things ramped up a lot. There was another ultrasound to be had at 8 weeks and Tony and Pepper were determined to figure out where you should all live that gave the best options for school and work.

You seemed completely nonplussed on the issue. You still went to Avengers training in the early morning and you continued going to your lab in the afternoon. Just now before you left you seemed to struggle with the thought that you might throw up first.

By the time of the eight-week ultrasound, you weren't just thinking about it. You had to factor in an extra ten minutes for throwing up before you made your way down for the dawn run. It never stopped you though. If you could go to training hungover a little bit of morning sickness wasn't going to stop you.

The strange thing was that Pepper seemed to be suffering with it too. Initially, the three of you had put it on her just not handling vomit very well. It wasn’t a totally uncommon thing that when someone threw up it might set someone else off. Pepper had never been the weak stomached type but it was possible worries about the pregnancy was already making her slightly nauseated.

By the time of the ultrasound both Tony and you were teasing her about it being sympathy vomit.

The ultrasound went fine everyone was excited to see the twins again. They still kind of just looked like a weird blurry picture of packaging peanuts. Tony did still feel both relieved and excited when he heard the fast squish-squish sound of their heartbeats.

After the ultrasound, the three of you went to the first of the choices for the new home. New York City.

When Tony had made the move to the compound he’d dissolved all his property. Avengers Tower had become the Baxter Building. It was probably the least practical course for them because it would mean reopening a branch of Stark Industry so that Pepper had an office and you had a lab, buying a home, and possibly opening a branch of the Avengers if you were set on remaining on the team after your maternity leave was up.

Tony had booked them the penthouse suite at the Gramercy Park while they looked at options.

“Dalton. That’s the reason.” Pepper said. Her heels clicked loudly on the garish marble floors of the Upper East Side mansion they were inspecting.

The house was hideous. The ‘American Renaissance’ period of architecture was a travesty. The whole place, with its marble floors, chandeliers, ceiling murals featuring cherubs and gold scrollwork, looked more like a museum than a home. It was dated, to say the least. And dated to a period of opulence with no taste or subtlety. All Tony could think was apart from the library which he’d keep for Pepper (the murals would have to go), the pool and the cinema, he’d gut the whole thing and start over.

“I don’t know, Pep. It could have 100 Dalton’s but there’s no yard…”

“There’s a roof garden.”

“You want the twins playing on the roof?” He said raising an eyebrow.

“Right, of course.” She said heading into the kitchen. “This is nice.”

“Yeah. Very light and spacious. I still think… I’d have to invest at least a cool billion to have us set up and even then it wouldn’t be right and it doesn’t feel like a home.” He said running his hand over the floating kitchen island.

“What do you think?” Pepper asked turning to you.

“I don’t love it.” You said. “I mean, doesn’t it scream masked orgy to you? I bet naked asses have been all over everything.”

“Oh yeah. I thought it looked familiar.” Tony teased.

“God, you’re disgusting,” Pepper said, whacking him. Tony laughed and rubbed his arm. “Well, we don’t have to get this one. There were more options.”

“Yeah, but they’ll all be either Townhouses or Penthouses. They won’t be where we can teach them to ride their bikes or run around with their dog. We’ll have to take them to the park every time we want to do something like that.” Tony said. “Plus there’s the other investments involved. S.I. is upstate now. I’d have to reopen here.”

“The Avengers.” You added.

“Yeah, I moved that because it was unsafe to have it just - in the middle of the city.” Tony agreed.

Pepper pursed her lips. She didn’t like that you wanted to stay with the Avengers the same way she didn’t like that Tony wouldn’t give up being Iron Man back in the day. “We can consider it though right? That’s what we’re doing here? Looking at each option and picking the best?”

“Yeah, you're right. Being here is better than in the compound.” Tony conceded. “I don't know how big the pull to Dalton is compared to just buying land near the compound and building exactly what we want though.”

“There aren't any schools around the compound though.” Pepper complained.

“Start your own one, Elon Musk style.” You said.

“We are not starting our own one like Elon.” Pepper said sternly.

“I don't know… Maybe we should. Give another incentive for people to stay on if it was more family friendly.” Tony said with a shrug.

“Tony…” Pepper sighed. He knew that tone so he dropped it.

You went out to the balcony and looked out over the park. Tony came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “It is a cool city though.” You said.

“I won't argue that.” He agreed, kissing your neck.

“Can we get out of this house? I feel like I'm in a museum and the temptation to just touch everything for no good reason is making my fingers itchy.” You said.

Tony chuckled and his hands ran over your stomach. It was still far too early to show. Even so, he loved that he could touch you and know that his children were in there and it wouldn’t be too long until he got to hold them. It helped put that nervous impatience he felt in check. “I’d gut it if we bought it.”

“Oh, yeah?” You said turning in his arms. “Not the library.”

“No, but that mural for sure. I’d make it more shelves.”

“Oh, tell me more.”

“All the ugly ass marble and gold would go. I’d change the light fittings to something sleeker but still a feature. I’d keep timber as a feature, but make it less ornate. Sleek lines but the timber would make it feel more home than office like. The art would be modern but not surreal. Maybe some Warhol and Pollack. Maybe include some impressionists to break it up. I’d install FRIDAY obviously. The kitchen would be a similar layout but modern. White and black. Granite tops not marble. I'd make the first floor about entertaining and the top two for us. Bedrooms. Living room. That would be our family space. It would be warmer colors. Colors that take mess more. I'd put a lab for us in the basement. Probably a garage too but I might keep my of my collection out here. There would be an office for Pep. A gym. I'd keep the cinema and the pool.”

You grinned and pecked his lips. “Your mind has been racing even though you don't want this place.”

“Well, I mostly just want my girls to be happy. If buying this eyesore makes you happy, then I’m happy.” He said.

“That’s sweet. But it won’t. I don’t even think Pepper is sold on it.” You said pulling him back inside. “God, that bathroom is going to be in my nightmares. The green marble toilet.”

Tony laughed. “Yeah, that would be first to go.”

They made their back inside and found Pepper coming down the stairs followed by the real estate agent. “Okay. Let's go. I think I’ve seen enough.”

“Good. Let’s get something to eat.” Tony said. “I’m feeling Gray’s Papaya.”

Pepper scrunched her nose. “I think the smell would make me throw up.” She said. “If you want local let’s go to Katz’s.”

You looked her up and down. “You’re gonna need to dial in this sympathy sickness thing or see a doctor because I feel like you’re stealing my thunder.”

She scowled. “I’m not doing it on purpose.”

“So, go see a doctor.” You pushed.

Tony followed you outside where Happy was waiting with the car. The three of you slid into the back seat and Pepper huffed. “I just… it’s only in the mornings or certain smells. It’s got to just be some weird sympathy thing.”

“Maybe you’re actually pregnant,” Tony said. He’d meant it as a joke but as soon as the words were out of his mouth it was like something clicked into place. Maybe she was pregnant. He couldn’t remember when she last had her period, and they’d been tracking it regularly right up until they did the first IVF run with you.

“Ha-ha, very funny, Tony.” Pepper snarked.

“But maybe you are pregnant, Pepper.” You said.

“You do kind of look like you’re glowing.” Happy added looking in the rearview mirror.

“No. How could I be? We did all that IVF.” She stopped talking and seemed to try and count something off on her fingers. “How could I be?”

“Hap, stop at a pharmacy and get some pregnancy tests would you?” Tony said.

“You got it, boss.” Happy replied and swerved the car around, double parking it outside a CVS on Lexington. He jumped out and ran inside as horns sounded behind him and someone cursed them as they went around.

“But… we couldn’t. It wasn’t working.” Pepper said.

“I can’t explain it Pepper, but it’s possible, right? It would explain this.” Tony said.

“How come you get glowing and I get a breakout on my jaw?” You snarked.

“The glow is oily skin.” Pepper said absentmindedly. “It depends on how dry your skin was to begin with.”

“God damn it.” You cursed.

“What will we do?” Pepper said looking at him. “We already have twins.”

“Triplets?” Tony said making an exaggerated shrug. He was pretty far from actually being worried about this. He was actually pretty excited at the thought of the possibility of a large instant family.

“Does it count as triplets if two different people are carrying them?” You asked.

“I don’t know. I mean, they’re genetically me and Pepper and they’ll be due roughly the same time.” He mused. “What counts?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s housed in the same uterus.” You said.

“Can we please argue about that when I’m not freaking out” Pepper groaned.

Happy ran back out and jumped into the car passing the paper bag back to Tony. “Hotel?” He asked.

“Yes, please,” Pepper said.

“And can you swing past Katz’s after. Get us some Matzo Ball Soup, a garden salad, and a Reuben.” Tony added.

“And Knish.” You added. “Potato ones.”

“Sure thing.” Happy said pulling back into traffic.

He drove the three of you back to the Gramercy and Tony lead you and Pepper back up to the Penthouse. Pepper was in full panic mode by the time they got upstairs and rushed straight into the main bathroom and locked the door.

“Are you okay in there, Pepper?” You called, leaning on the door.

“Yes, leave me alone to pee in peace.” She called back.

You snorted and moved to Tony. “Well then,” You said. “I bet she is.”

“I’m not taking that bet.” He said.

“Oh go on. A billion dollars. I’ll bet you a billion dollars.”

“What do you need a billion dollars for?”

You shrugged and flopped down on the couch. The door opened and Pepper slumped out. “Positive. There wasn’t even a wait for lines to show. It was right away.”

Tony rushed to her side and pulled her into a hug. A second later you had slammed into their sides and hugged them both tightly.

“Oh my god, this is amazing,” Tony said.

“We’re going to be pregnant at the same time. How awesome is that?” You added.

“I don’t - how - how do we do this?” She said. “How did this happen?”

Tony really didn’t know the answer to that. All he knew for sure was he had the resources and he was excited. He was going to be part of a big family and he’d make sure they didn’t have to worry about anything.

// NEXT

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redpandapanic8 · 5 years

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how the kwami swap shoulsve gone

instead of saying whh has it easier or why ladybug doesn’t make jokes(she litterly makes puns and calls him kitty but idk whatever)

it starts with ladybug getting a ton of praise from everyone while chat sorta chills in the background. their miraculouses beep and boom, they both gotta go. as they go away Ladybug asks chat whats the matter cus she can tell he’s a lil upset. He makes some comment about why does she even need him for, she can do perfectly fin without him. She says that its not the truth and that he’s a super important part of the team. He says yeah right and mentions how his cataclysm almost fucked up her luck charm. she says thats just one instance and they argue a lil more and then sorta seperate.

The stuff with juleka is basically the same but when they ask adrian to help, he is a little more eager because he wants to feel useful and Mari wants to help Juleka because she is trying to help her feel better that way she couldnt help chat.

But Juleka gets nervous, the kids sorta rush Mari and Adrien into the shoot, they leave behind their miraculous.

The swap happens, Mari getting the chat one first. Adrien meets tikki and is like noo you need to take it to Ladybug Im not cut out to be ladybug. cut to mari being lady noir and then tikki says theres no other choice and gives him this little pep talk about how master fu chose him for a reason.

The fight starts and at first adrien hits himself in the face and is awkward. Mari automatically starts acting chat like as an attempt to show him he can do this. when her goofing around doesnt help, when they are ducked to the side she gives adrien a pep talk saying he can do it. He is a part of this team and she knows he has what it takes. He takes a breath and nods, takes the mirror and looks around. He see the little coin slot thing and you get the adrien vission pointing it out. Also in black in white adrien vision he looks around sees the slit, looks down at the mirror it lights up and then himself in the reflection lights up and he nods at himself reassuringly He tell mari how shell need her help, “Can you get me in there my ladynoir,” “You can count on me buggaboy”.

they defeat the sentimontser and reflekta. Adrien catches the akuma and says, “I always wanted to do this” still. Mari says, “Told you were an important part of the team” or something similar.

They switch back the same, except maybe a bit where mari says, “I guess chat isn’t as cool and confident as he acts” to plagg and plagg says something about how there nothing to lift your spirits like changing routine” similar to thr original but a lil different.

they go back and the rest of the ep goes the same.

#ladybug and chat noir #miraculous #ML spoilers #spoilers #sorta

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tommyquackson · 5 years

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The Plant That Grew From The Root of All Evil |P. Parker| Part 1

summary: You’re no good girl, no you’re quite the opposite, chaos itself even, yet somehow, he still affects you || in which a villan and a superhero cross paths

warnings: murder, violence, hinting at childhood abuse, bad fathers, and cussing of course (in the next parts theres gonna be some crazier stuff)

pairing: peter parker x villan!reader

authors note: yall im so excited for this fic and I hope yall love it as much I do!!!

Queens, New York. You hated it but couldn’t seem to leave. Everything you’d built for yourself was here, all the memories you’ve had since you were a young child. Of course, most of the memories were much to graphic and horrid to ever want to remember but still, home is home.

As you walk through the city, you get closer to your little apartment. You’d live there since you’d dropped out of high school and began working to get away from your hell hole of a house. You pass the small grocery store where most people got their news for the day. On the front page you see something that slows your quick strides down.

On the front page of a local newspaper, Queens very own, Hell’s Angel; most tabloids just called her Angel. Queens newest villain. She planned solo heists and sometimes murdered people. No one is sure where she came from or what her main goal is but no one can seem to catch her.

The thought alone made you smile, no one could catch you. The lower tier avengers had tried and all failed, that idiot spider-man was the most relentless. Everyday he swung in to try and stop you plans and take you in, and everyday he failed.

You winked at yourself in the light reflection in the window and continued on your walk back home. You climbed up the steps and unlocked your door. You look down and immediately scoop up your cat Shovel.

You walk back to your bedroom and take a look around, trying to see if there was anything out of place. Not that you had a lot of personal things to be moved in the first place. You relaxed on the bed when you realized everything was fine. You looked at the stack of mail next to your bed, you couldn’t keep ignoring the bills there, something had to be done. But you just didn’t have the money at the moment. Your car had broken down the other day and the tow truck and repair was enough to set you back for the rent and utilities. You began reading through all the notices of urgency and threats to cut off power, water and heat of you don’t cough up a few hundred dollars.

How had it gotten like this, how’d you let yourself get behind on bills. Stupid, he told you this would happen, that you wouldn’t ever make it, life would be nothing but a struggle and fight for the right just to have a home to stay at night. He did tell you not to leave...

No. You had to, you left and you’re better off without him, if he couldn’t bother to be a good father, you weren’t gonna bother to listen to him. It doesn’t matter, even if you’re a little late on bills you’re still doing better than he ever could.

You needed money, and a stress relief. You pulled the case from under your dresser and set it on your bed. You changed into your red outfit and strapped on your utility belt. You looked at the stark white and gold gun you’d stolen from a pawn shop a few years ago. You slowly kissed it and stuck it on your waist, your knives going on your hips and back.

You throw on the long black cloak type thing you wore to cover your bright outfit. You headed out your window, kissing Shovel on his forehead and jumping down the fire escape.

You knew you shouldn’t be here, you didn’t plan this at all, going out on a whim was such a rush though. You slipped into a mechanic garage, that belonged to a local gang, careful to stay silent, if anyone of these men caught you before you were ready for them to, it wouldn’t be a fun night.

You sat waiting in a corner, analyzing each person that was in the room and that also came in and out. You quickly did the math in your head and realized you’d have 34 seconds before the leader would show up. You silently gave your self a pep talk, took of your cloak and went for it.

It took you 12 second to take out the men working on the bikes, an extra 8 because one man had a gun you didn’t even see before. 14 seconds left, you grabbed the bags of money the men on the right side of the room were counting and slid it over to the window you were planning on escaping from. 10 seconds left you shot down 3 men coming down the stairs. 5 seconds. You scooped up the bag and your cloak and jumped out the window. Heading down hidden backstreets. Before heading to a storage locker in someone else’s name, just incase anyone followed you.

When you were certain your were in the clear you began the walk home. Just before you reached your block you realized someone had been following you for two blocks, you kept your mannerisms the same and turned the opposite way from your apartment. You slowed your walk just a bit and let them get closer.

“You know spider-man, stalking girls makes you a predator.” You say quickly spinnin to the right and seeing the small hero.

“Just trying to keep city safe from evil like you” He says and every time he speaks your amazed at how young his voice sounds. He had to be around the same age as you, there’s no way he’s older than 19.

“So instead of catching the bad guys who robbed the atms a few blocks from here, you’re following me.”

“Wait, what? When did-“

“Don’t worry spider boy, I already handled it, cleaned up the scraps, you say grinning. It’s not like he can even see your face behind your mask.

“So your like a vigilante?”

“If i was a vigilante, I wouldn’t have murdered them for fun. I suggest you mind your own business web boy. Now get home before you get seriously hurt.” You say pulling out your gun. He shoots his web down at you but you block it and shoot at him. This goes on for a bit before you realize your out of ammo. You quickly look at the small building hes on before coming up with a route to the top. You climb up faster than he can think about and take out your larger knife.

You both fight, doing whatever possible damage you can manage, while also receiving damage as well. You manage to knock him far enough away from you to grab your bag and escape into the night, making it back to your apartment. You count the money and realize you can pay off your bills and car repairs with a little extra to do some grocery shopping. You hid the money and began getting ready for bed.

You lay there thinking about everything. The bright lights of the city a little more dim in this section of the neighborhood. You could hear people, a few taxis and stray cats in the alleys. The darkness in your room seem to almost form in the corner of the room. It was so dark, even Shovel was looking over there.

You hear shuffling and see your neighbor walking down the fire escape, passing your window. Yea, Eddie was a weird one. He spent a lot of time either stuck in his place or on the roof, but he was super nice. A bit awkward and he seemed to always be talking to himself, but he’s been nothing but a considerate neighbor since he moved in from San Francisco. He always checked on you and made sure you were okay.

As the night goes on, you can’t help but think about a better life. You didn’t wanna be a millionaire, no that was unnecessary, you just wanted to be comfortable. You wanted to be able to not worry about whether or not you would eat dinner that night. You didn’t want a family, for several reasons. You would be perfectly happy if it was just you for the rest of your life. And Shovel of course.

You fall asleep to the dream of you finding a lovely little condo in the better part of queens and living your best life with you cat.

“She’s got powers Tony! I don’t even think she knows that she does!” Peter Parker says leaving a frantic voicemail on his dads mentors phone once again. “Just-i don’t know, you should’ve seen the way she moved, it was like watching Mr Barnes fight, or-or like when Mr Loki does is magic stuff. It was insane, Tony. Well, that’s all i’ve got for tonight. See ya soon.”

Once he hung up the phone the young man couldn’t help but revel in what had just happened. Hells Angel was something, he’s not quite sure what yet, but it’s got to be something. She didn’t even realize her eyes glowing with power. Peter has fought many villains with powers but none like this. She was dangerous, she just didn’t know how dangerous she truly was.

You woke up the same way you always do, Shovel screaming and begging to be fed, even though you knew he’d broken into his cat treats. You groan and peek an eye looking at the cat.

“You know it’s not polite to yell at people while their sleeping?” You croak, your voice still heavy with sleep. You roll out of bed and trudge to the small kitchen, filling the cat bowl with food.

You make yourself bitter coffee and go sit in your living room to watch some TV. After a while, you phone got a buzz.

chandler

goodmorning beauty, you down to grab coffee? ;)

You roll your eyes at the annoying text. You’d met chandler at some store a few weeks ago. You slept with him once, figuring he’d understand a one time thing. He didn’t. He’d been trying to get you to go out with him forever. You decided to go ahead and rip the bandaid off, you’ll meet him for coffee, rip his little heart out and move on.

sure. i’ve been meaning to talk to you...20 mins at cabin fever?

You began getting ready once he texted back. You put a comfortable outfit and your vans and walk out the front door, heading towards the cafe.

“There she is! Hey princess, how ya been?” You hear Chandlers voice before you see him. You look at him in disgust. He looks like he walked out of the “i’m cool, please give me attention and make everything about me” catalog.

“Chandler, sit” You say smiling.

“So what’s up pumpkin?” He says with a smirk on his face.

“Y/n. My names y/n and I suggest you use it before your tongue gets hacked off” You speak.

“Wow there y/n, what’s your issue? You on your period or something?”

His comment only infuriated you more. What kind of lowlife sexist asshole.

“Chandler, can we go for a walk, it’s hot in here.” You whine taking off your light weight jacket.

“Sure thang” He smiles, grabbing your hand and leading you to the street. “So what’d you wanna y’all about?” He asks once you’re walking down a fairly empty block.

“Oh yea. Leave me alone, I get we had sex, but come on man, you gotta get over it. I can’t be in a committed anything at the moment. I’ve got a lot goin on” You say looking him directly in his eyes.

“Don’t be so harsh kitten” He spits his voice becoming darker. He lightly grabs your arm to pull you closer. He didn’t not wanna play this game.

“get your hand off of me before you see what harsh is” You snarl at him.

“I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but it sure as hell aint me baby cakes.” He pushes you into an alley and against a wall.

“You have till I get to 3, are we clear?”

“What’re you my mother?” He laughs in your face. Your eyes squint and you feel a surge go through you, the same feeling as when you’re Hells Angel.

“Three” You spit through your teeth, your free hand grabs his arm and twists it around, wrapping it around his neck.

“It would be such a shame” You tighten the grip as you speak “If I just snapped your neck, leaving you dead in the little alley” He tenses up and begins begging you, using any pet name he can think of. You let go, but quickly kick him in his back, causing him to stumble forward, you quickly draw the hidden knife from your hiding spot on your waist, and point it at the base of his neck. You push it in, hearing a quick yell and then gurgling and then silence. You let his body fall to the ground, lifeless.

“Sorry bout that, baby cakes” You spit before wiping the knife on his shirt and waking away.

The power coursing through your veins was unspeakable and unstoppable, mixing dangerously with hidden anger and resentment you’ve kept deep down. Hell’s Angel was beginning to overtake you, and the scariest part, you welcomed it.

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callistawolf · 6 years

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my thoughts on Arrow 6x18

I was excited for this episode and it turns out there was good reason. I might just start trusting Steve when he gets hyped over episodes now, he’s building quite a track record. So let’s dive in. I literally took these notes while I was watching so I apologize if they’re a bit scattered.

Okay, Oliver is clearly off the rails. S1-2 suit and all. The man is a wrecking ball.

Wait…where’d he get the old suit? Did he break into evidence lockup? Is that why he’s at the precinct? I HAVE QUESTIONS.

Wait, the lockup didn’t blow up when Siren blew up the previous place did it? I HAVE QUESTIONS, DAMMIT.

Ten hours earlier. Okay. So we learn why he’s nuts. Is it the Vertigo? I bet it the Vertigo.

If anyone can find rock solid proof of crooked city employees, its Felicity.

BAD COP CASTLE. LOL. Felicity is right. He can’t go in alone. Cuz that’s just INSANE.

LOLOLOL. “I parent trapped you” BLESS YOU FELICITY. Yes, boys, get over your damn egos already.

“You keep that attitude you’re gonna end up all alone” LISTEN, don’t feed this boy’s fears, Dig!

Felicity KNOWS that Oliver is trying, DIGGLE. C’mon, man. FEEDING HIS FEARS. Stoppit!

“If I get impeached, you get promoted” OH SHIT, yeah if Oliver is impeached, Quentin is DEAD. You know what happens to mayors who aren’t Oliver in this town.

God bless Quentin being on his side. Saying all these nice things... Oh yeah the man is dead.

SHE HACKED NAPSTER FOR HER SCIENCE FAIR PROJECT LOL

RAISA AND FELICITY INTERACTED. There is a god! It’s been 84 years!

See I told y’all Felicity would have proof. Oh… but its implicating him. WAIT. STOP YELLING AT YOUR WIFE FOR HELPING YOU. Duuuuude.

Oh this scene. Yeah, he’s totally hallucinating this.

The best part is that the writers have done such a MASTER JOB of writing characters OOC this season that we honestly can’t tell if Oliver is hallucinating or if this is something Felicity is REALLY saying

That said we SAW the Vertigo last ep folks. This isn’t rocket science.

What is that tapping noise he keeps hearing? Is that the Vertigo? The heralding of a hallucination?

“My wife wants a separation” DONT MAKE ME SOB, OLIVER. Also she so doesn’t. It’s so sad that he believes this, he EXPECTED this.

I find it touching that he chooses Quentin to confide in here. His subconscious is kinda beautiful sometimes.

So he thinks he hasn’t changed at all? Or he doesn’t. Cuz Quentin is pep talking him but its HIM thinking this up… SHE LOVES YOU. YES SHE DOES. LISTEN TO YOUR FUCKED UP BRAIN, MAN.

Going to the council meeting hopped up on Vertigo seems a bad idea. So is this a hallucination? Or not? HELP. I HAVE CONFUSION.

THERES THAT NOISE AGAIN

YEAH PROMETHEUS!! But… Oliver… SEE. HE’S DEAD. Get a clue here.

Damn Oliver’s subconscious is kicking his ass. LOL this is such a metaphor. I can’t deal.

So he kills Chase in his subconscious, something he’d evolved past before. But he wants to protect his family. LORD, Oliver you are fucked up.

THERES THAT NOISE AGAIN. Duuuuude I’m starting to wonder if *I’m* losing it. And Adrian. OK, Ollie. This is your clue here that you’re on Vertigo.

DING DING DING give the boy a cookie!

Chase trolling him is classic. I missed this guy so much. (And dude, you couldn’t manage to take ANYONE from him… Sam so doesn’t count)

I have to keep reminding myself this is Oliver’s subconscious.

“Felicity, William and I will be fine.” Of course you will. You’re family.

Interesting… “you’re a better Oliver Queen. But a worse hero.” HERE is the base of his worries. “You’re the one enemy you can’t defeat” Damn your brain is clever, Oliver. But also wrong. STOP HATING YOURSELF.

I MISS THE QUEEN MANSION. This living room isn’t QUITE right though. And fuckouttahere LL.You don’t even look REMOTELY like pre-island LL.

I love Chase literally listing all the reasons LL as BC was a Dumb Thing.

So this is just convincing him he has to do go alone. If people fight with him, they get hurt. They die. Sometimes I think his protective instinct is too strong.

Awww hallucinating Raisa being killed by Dragon… that’s rough. Let’s not go there, show, okay?

SEE yes he wants to do it alone. Don’t listen to Vertigo!Hood, Oliver. The man is off his nut.

For a second there I thought Quentin said “We need to retweet” and I didn’t even think that was an off thing to say. I NEED A NAP.

Okay so the s1-2 suit itself is a hallucination. And it symbolizes his need to do it alone. GOTCHA. I’m all caught up now. Very clever.

Awww cute Felicity and William! She helped him put his project back together. But ohhhh no, she knows Oliver gone of the rails. “He said you kicked him out?” “No! I would never!” I KNEW IT.

LOL at William knowing exactly what Felicity is up to and bringing her sneakers. And holy cow he IS as tall as she is now!

OH NO DID YOU JUST HIT QUENTIN. I HOPE THAT WAS A HALLUCINATION.

RUN FELICITY RUN. Hey, that’s the backlot of the studios. LOL. Oh it WAS QUENTIN, not a hallucination. Oliver, you’re in big trouble.

She’s very brave, going after him when he’s like this. And awww at her talking him down. “What happens to William?” “William has you.” “What happens to ME?” BLESS.

“I’m glue, baby.” SHE CALLED HIM BABY. IM DYING.

Yes, listen to your wife. She’s your life partner. You can’t get rid of her. “Listen to your heart.” AWWW THIS IS SO SWEET.

YAY OLICITY STUNT! ITS BEEN 84 YEARS. Yep, I’m watching this whole thing again tomorrow (today, when this is posted)

Felicity went to raves. Felicity did drugs. ITS CANON. WRITE THE FICS, FANDOM. FELICITY MEETS OLIVER AT A RAVE.

So the suit is REAL? I have my questions again!! WHERE DID IT COME FROM.

I don’t like him going alone, but I DO like him saying that he’s not giving up on Felicity and William.

WELP there we go. Impeached. Saw that coming. Buncha boogers. Quentin is mayor! He’s toast.

Firing Overwatch. AWW. I mean I get why he’s doing it but… fighting Diaz alone is the opposite of what he needs to do. But I’m glad he’s apologizing to William.

AWW Felicity and William are most important to him! More than ANYTHING. I love this family.

Siren wants Diaz to kill Oliver… hows that redemption working for y’all? I can’t believe loliver is less toxic than Siren/Oliver. 😂

Okay, I have some more thoughts, especially now that I’ve had all night to think about this. So I’m throwing in a cut.

While I’m not fond of Oliver choosing to go alone, I get why he’s doing it. It’s a plot point they’ve been angling towards, to be sure. But also I think they outlined why in this episode. Because what Dig said to him about being a poor leader has gotten to him and he really is wondering if it’s true. Things are piling up and what is falling by the wayside? What can he let fall by the wayside? One thing was made clear in this episode, what he cannot let fail is his family. Felicity, William... they are his priority above pretty much everything. He needs to save the city, absolutely, but not at the cost of his family. Oliver sees going alone as a way to save his family. Now, he’s wrong, of course.

Remember all those interviews that have hinted at Oliver learning how to ask for help? How Emily herself has mentioned that? I think thats the big lesson here. He’s having a hard time juggling all his responsibilities, which means he has to learn how to relinquish control to others, to trust them to help him, to trust them to do what needs to be done to help him, to help the city. I’m willing to wager that in the weeks ahead, given what we’ve learned about the final eps of the season, the court case and all of that... that Felicity might be instrumental in organizing some help for Oliver. I think she might be the one to call in Human Target. But we shall see.

But something else... Diaz wanted Oliver to fall for the trap but Felicity thwarted that. Felicity said that their identities are safe but LOL... There’s zero chance that Diaz won’t find out that she’s the one, the ONLY ONE who can pull Oliver back. So what happens to Felicity when Diaz realizes she the barrier between him and what he wants?

What’s important here is that Oliver will do whatever he has to save his family, to keep William and Felicity safe. I think Felicity focuses on her company next week because she has to help, the mission is a part of her now, but I think eventually she’s going to push her way back onto Oliver’s team. Because he needs her. And maybe she’ll bring the rest of the team back together. But that’s all *~*later*~* because for now, things are gonna start getting sooooo very real in the weeks ahead and I’m really really really ready for it.

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assumingdirectctrl · 6 years

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Lost Omegele!

You: [ 19 year old Peter. Previously established. Recently Peter broke up with Tony because the tabloids were tearing him apart] Look… I know it’s stupid, but-- I had a bad dream. Are you okay? PP

Stranger: I'm fine. TS It's not stupid. Ask any time. TS

You: Good. I'm glad you're good. PP It's stupid. I'm an adult calling his ex about a bad dream. PP

Stranger: I'm not exactly know for keeping myself safe. Legitimate concern. TS

You: But you are? Keeping yourself safe. PP

Stranger: I'm doing fine, Peter. TS Isn't much need for self sacrificing lately. TS

You: It's not just self sacrifice though. It's... you do a lot to hurt yourself. PP

Stranger: I'm fine. TS I don't have any reason not to be, do i? TS

You: [...] I guess not. PP You've been through more breakups than me. I guess these things would bug you less. PP

Stranger: Yep. TS I'm pretty much immune, these days. No harm, no foul. No skin off my back. TS

You: Wow. PP Awesome. PP

You: Cool. PP

Stranger: Right. Cool. TS And you? You're fine? Happier, now that you're not being harassed. TS

You: You think I'm happier? PP

Stranger: Seemed to be your end goal. TS

Stranger: You're out of the spot light. Away from me. TS

You: Oh you have got to be kidding me. PP You think that?! PP

Stranger: Yes. TS

You: Tony... I didn't want this to keep affecting you. PP

You: They were going after you and your company... PP

Stranger: And I was ignoring it. Stocks weren't dropping, and it wasn't affecting sales. TS

You: They kept coming to me with things they could drop about you. I don't think any of it was true, but I couldn't risk that. PP I hate this, I don't want it. I'm not fucking fine. You're the one that's just swell. PP

Stranger: You could have come to me about that. We'd have worked it out together. TS You think i'm not lying through my teeth? TS

You: I don't know why you would do that. PP Tony I tried and you just... wanted to ignore it. PP

Stranger: Because it didn't matter! Theres nothing anyone could drop that would ruin me. TS

You: What if you were wrong? PP I wasn't worth it. PP

Stranger: Yes. You are. TS To me. TS

You: I shouldn't be. I think that's just that self sabotage again. PP

Stranger: Peter. It's not. TS I don't know how serious you were about us. But I was serious. Even though I knew you were going to break my heart eventually. TS

You: Don't do that. I never, ever wanted to hurt you. I planned on... being there forever. PP

Stranger: Either way. I knew what I was getting into. TS

You: ... Evidently, pain is what you expected out of me. PP I hate this. PP

Stranger: You're young. TS You need to experience life. I was never going to hold you back from that. TS

You: You're being patronizing. PP If you'd asked I would have married you. PP I love you.... PP Enough that I keep dreaming about you relapsing or hurting yourself. PP

Stranger: (Delay) I won't hurt myself. And I haven't touched a drink. TS

You: Good. PP That's what matters to me. PP

Stranger: You don't need to worry about me. TS I'm depressed. Not suicidal. TS

You: I will always worry about you. PP

Stranger: Whether it's patronizing or not, you're young. You'll move on. Worry over someone else. TS

You: You're being super belittling. PP And... it's actually really hurtful. PP

Stranger: This is easier. TS So we can both move on. TS

Stranger: Distance ourselves. TS

You: That's what you want? PP

Stranger: Thats what you asked for. TS When you said we were done. TS

You: Not what I asked. PP

Stranger: What was suppose to be the outcome from all of this, then? TS

You: For your career to survive. PP

Stranger: Peter, my career is fine. It will continue to be fine. TS And even if it wasn't I wouldn't care. I'd much rather have you. TS

You: Except for the part where you are telling me you knew I would leave and it's for the best? PP

Stranger: I didn't say I /knew/. I said it's something i figured I should prepare myself for. And that in the end i'd just be happy for you. Because thats what matters. That you're happy. TS

Stranger: Thats all I want. TS

You: I'm not. PP

Stranger: What will make you happy, then? TS

You: Probably the same thing that's made me happy for the last year. PP

Stranger: So you want to get back together. TS

You: Of course I want that... I just know it'll.... eventually you'll regret me. PP

Stranger: I won't. TS You know, you told me i was being patronizing...TS

Stranger: I won't regret you. TS You're one of the best things to ever happen to me. Even more than Iron Man, i think, TS

You: More than Iron Man? PP I think you're giving me too much credit. PP You always act like I'm going to leave to be with someone else, but... You're the only person I have ever wanted. PP

Stranger: (Delay) Guess i'm just too much of a pessimist. TS

Stranger: Maybe it's because I don't think i'm good enough for you. TS

You: It just hurt... PP

Stranger: I'm sorry. TS

Stranger: I'm sorry about everything, Pete. TS

You: Me too. I'm really sorry. I didn't want to break up, I was just freaked out. PP

Stranger: It's okay. TS Neither of us handled this well. TS

You: How can I fix it? PP

Stranger: If we get back together, we need talk more. TS I need to remind myself that you're not going to leave me, and you need to remember that what everyone else is doing doesn't matter. Don't let them threaten you. TS

You: Is that what you want? Us to get back together? PP

Stranger: I want what you want. TS But. I hate being alone. And you're having nightmares. TS

You: Why is that a but? PP

Stranger: Well. I don't know what you want at this point. TS I haven't been the nicest. TS

You: I want you, you beautiful idiot. PP I want us. PP

Stranger: Beautiful idiot, huh? TS

You: Yes! That is you. PP

Stranger: I love you, you big dork. TS

You: I love you. So fucking much. PP

Stranger: Nobody elses opinion about our relationship matters but ours. TS

You: I'm going to just trust you and... not let other people get in my head about whats best for you. PP I shouldn't have listened to your friends here. I'm sorry. PP

Stranger: ...what friends? TS

You: [...] Pepper. Mostly. PP It's fine. PP

Stranger: What did she say to you, exactly? TS It's not fine. TS

You: Just that... I was ruining your career. That you deserved an adult... a partner. I don't know. PP

Stranger: Wow. TS You are my partner. TS You're in no way the inexperienced kid that most people would see you as. TS

You: I just know I'll never be your partner the way that... I don't know, she could be. PP

Stranger: And why couldn't you? TS Though I have /never/ compared you to Pepper. Thats not how this works. People who compare their current partners to their last partners need to reevaluate their relationships. TS

You: You didn't. She did. PP

Stranger: I'm sorry, Peter. TS I knew...i knew she thought I may be going through some sort of midlife crisis. But i'm not. TS I love you. TS

You: It's okay. It's fine. PP I'm not trying to make waves.PP I love you too. PP

Stranger: Honey. It's not okay that someone /close to me/ has been harassing you over this. TS I'll talk to her. TS

You: Oh god, please don't. I don't want to create any issues. PP

Stranger: Peter. TS I won't let it. Pep and I will always be friends. TS But she can't treat you like this, okay? You don't deserve that. TS

You: Do you know how often I woke up at night just... having panic attacks. Thats why I was always leaving in the middle of the night for patrol. It was so... PP Just what she said, about needing a partner. PP

Stranger: Sweetheart...TS We need to communicate better. I didn't know about /any/ of this. TS God. I'm so sorry. TS You're my partner. Smart as hell, strong, a hero, kind and loving...TS

You: Don't be sorry. You didn't know. PP That's all I wanna be. I want to be the person you can lean on and help you. PP

Stranger: You are. TS Hell. I didn't even want to be sober until being sober meant that I was losing time. Time I could be with you. TS

You: Woah. PP I love so much, Tony. PP Where are you? PP

Stranger: Locked up in my lab. TS Not drinking is hard. Harder alone. Easier to stay down here. TS

You: I'm proud of you... PP

You: You've been really strong. I haven't been as great. PP

Stranger: Oh, staying sober is probably the only thing i've been doing right. TS I think I smell like death. TS Are you okay? TS

You: Sober is the hard thing for you. PP Better now. Just been being reckless. A little worse for wear. PP

Stranger: ...yeah. They televise you when they can. TS Had my heart in my throat about a dozen times, now. TS

You: Sorry. PP I just... was so focused.PP

You: And not thinking about who would worry like I used to. PP

Stranger: It's okay, baby. No more though, yeah? From either of us. TS

You: Can I come over? PP

Stranger: Of course. TS All your access codes still work. TS

You: Yeah? Didn't change them on me? PP Shit, I miss you. PP

Stranger: Nah. Hoped maybe you'd come back. TS I miss you too. TS

You: Wish granted. I'm on my way. PP Don't freak out about the bruises! PP

Stranger: Already freaking out, haven't even seen them yet. TS What bruised you so bad that your /super healing/ didn't heal it? TS

You: Do you actually want the answer to that? PQ

Stranger: Yes. TS

You: Got shoved off a building, ran out of webbing. PP

Stranger: God. TS I love you. TS You're never going to be without updates or weapons ever again. TS

You: Don't want weapons. PP I was updated, it was just a lot fight and the cartridges jammed. PP

Stranger: You know to just let me build you things. Even if you don't use them. TS Makes me feel better. TS

You: But I'm never gonna use a weapon, babe. It's just useless. PP

Stranger: It's not normally weapons. TS I think i'm up to Mark 52 on the Iron Spider suit. TS

You: ...We haven't even been dating since like... 8 suits ago. PP

Stranger: And? TS I didn't stop. TS

You: You... think about other people too much. PP I'm almost there. You gonna let me drag you away from work? PP

Stranger: I think about you /all the time/. TS I will. TS

You: Oh yeah? About me or about how to make my butt look better in my suit? PP Good. PP

Stranger: About you, Pete. TS I only think about your ass on Thursdays. ;) TS You can drag me away anytime. TS

You: Only on Thursdays? PP I'm not sure if I feel flattered that my ass has its own day, or disappointed it's not all the time. PP Coming in now. Ready to pull you away. PP ((Do you want to paragraphs?))

Stranger: It was a joke, Petey-pie. TS Can't wait. TS (Sure! Would you mind starting?)

You: ((No problem!)) Peter punched in his code and smiled as it disengaged the lock on the door. He had his glasses on, hoodie wrapped around him, hood up over his messy dark hair. He pushed it off as he entered the familiar space he hadn't been in in months. How had he gone this long without Tony? He moved as quietly as he possibly good and snuck up behind the other man, taking his time to look him over before his arms wrapped around him quickly. "Hi."

Stranger: Tony was practically vibrating with anticipation. Trying to focus on the work in front of him while he waited for Peter. Hands fiddling, mind reeling, but not really being able to focus on anything. There were a few things he had to fix. Such as the situation with Pepper. But that was for later. For now, Peter was almost here. Tony didn't even hear Peter come into the room until the younger mans arms were around him. He turned around in his chair. Smiling at Peters gorgeous face. "Hi. I missed your face. Look at you."

You: There were dark bags under his eyes, he looked pale and one side of his jaw had an ugly bruise along the edge but he was focused on Tony, on the perfect edges of his face, the large inky, dark pools of his eyes. Peter's fingers moved to cup his jaw as he leaned down to catch his lips immediately. Too much time had been wasted.

Stranger: Tony smiled against Peters mouth. Arms coming to wrap around his neck. He was sure he smelled terrible, and looked even worse. His lab had a shower and a couch bed. But that didn't mean he'd been religiously using either. The only thing he'd really been doing was eating. If only because he knew Peter would want him too.

You: He didn't care, Tony could have smelled like a sewer and he'd still be there, leaning over his sitting form, lips against his as they smiled. This was home, this was where he felt right, where everything came together. "You... need to take a shower." He reached down to catch the front of his shirt, slowly guiding him upwards. "I'll go with you if you want. No funny business even, just wanna be there."

Stranger: Tony let Peter help him onto his feet. Smiling happily. "No funny business, huh? And what if i'd like some funny business?" He asked teasingly. Bumping their noses together softly. Intimately. He'd missed this /so/ much. How close he could feel to Peter. Tony hadn't been lying when he'd said that Peter was his partner. With his big, brilliant mind. His sweet, loving heart. And everything else all wrapped up into Peters gorgeous body.

You: "Do you?" He said with a grin up at him. He felt emotional, shaky almost. He was the person he wanted to be with the most and he was so afraid that it was gone forever. That he had pushed away the best thing that had ever happened to him. His arms drifted to loop around Tony's waist as he started to pull him back toward the shower. "This is where I wanna be, I'm so sorry." He purred against his lips. "I love you." ((Hey I gotta lay down but I would LOVE to continue this. If you don't thats totally fine, and thank you for this but if you do my email is [email protected] or my kik is kanyeerp ))

Stranger: (kik is great. I could send my reply and the log?)

You: ((that's perfect!))

Stranger: (Not finding your username though:( its kanyeerp ?)

#lost omegle chat #lost omegle #omegle #starker #i gave you the wrong kik #I'm so sorry #baby come back #I loved this chat so much #there are three e's in my kik #waaaahhh

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mysmewiththatstraightshit · 6 years

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angstangstangst. can i have headcanons of how the rfa + v would react to MC being brainwashed by rika and lead into mint eye?

Yes absolutely !! I know my writing on here so far has been super cuddly stuff, but I actually have a dark side to my writing too ;^) just ask Mod Fen.

Anyways, this will be taking place in the “Another Story” plot line, except MC assumedly gets even closer to the RFA members before MC ends up manipulated by Rika to join Mint Eye and, eventually, goes through the pain of the elixir and becomes completely devout and loses all sense of self. Onwards, yes? :^)

This got quite long and EXTREMELY angsty, so join me under the cut for tears!

Zen

Zen is known for attaching to the MC very quickly through pretty much any route. Zen adores the MC, feeling his face hurt from smiling so much as they’re always excited to see him and his selfies, and he feels like for once things are okay. He’s okay.

He’s used to being the bright and positive one, so it’s nice to get a break from that with the MC-they stay strong through it all and Zen just wants so badly to be strong and let MC take a break. They’ve done so much for everyone.

However, when the MC begins getting more and more distant, Zen grows more and more worried. He tries to hide it, but he’s obviously asking about MC more, asking how they are, if they visited the chatrooms…

As MC obviously grows more distant and distraught, and there’s obvious somethings wrong, Zen desperately tries to reach out to them more.

“MC….you dont have to go through all this alone. the RFA is here for you… im here for you. id drop everything for you.”

But the MC says everythings okay, and pushes Zen away, which just hurts the more they do it. Zen tries to act tough, but he’s working out, drinking, practicing, pushing himself in every way so he’s not wondering if MC is okay, because he knows the answer, and he knows they won’t talk about it

As the MC becomes more cryptic and more obvious about their beliefs, Zen becomes more panicked. He’s obviously trying to keep his calm, but this shit is starting to freak him the fuck out. There’s obviously way more to this than he originally thought.

“salvation…? what do you mean salvation? if theres something wrong, MC, please…you can reach out to us. it doesnt matter what time it is or what we’re doing. if youre struggling this much… please, talk to us. we’re here for you.”

His heart breaks when he offers to show a selfie jokingly and they flat out reject him.

But he tries to stay strong. He has to stay strong. If the MC is going to be okay, if he’s going to help them, he has to stay strong for them. Even when the MC is entirely on Mint Eye’s side, even when things are explained better by V, Zen still hangs onto the hope of that once bright and cheery MC. The MC he loves. If he can stay strong, he can bring them back.

But it’s when he talks to the MC again that he finally realizes that they’re gone. They’re distant, they’re hurt, they’re broken, what happened in Mint Eye had taken all the shine out of their eyes, the pep out of their talk, and Zen feels everything in him shrivel up, feels his chest tighten, feels both this overwhelming need to lie down and never get up, but also to scream and trash everything in the room.

He ends up drinking instead, and all he can do is go between his memories of the MC-bright and brilliant, always jumping for joy at the mention of his selfies, to now, where the MC feels nothing, nothing for the RFA, nothing for him, just believes in salvation and pain.

He considers it for a moment. Joining Mint Eye to be with them. But he knows it wouldn’t be the same anyways. He’d continue this fight on the right side, even if it meant going against them. But his spirit was broken. The once always positive Zen was gone.

He felt as if part of him had left and he’d never get that back. And so he just keeps drinking.

Yoosung

Yoosung had been struggling with college, his growing depression, and the loss of Rika, as well as the distrust of V. Yoosung felt torn and hopeless, and he felt like everyone around him was moving on and away without him.

So when the MC appeared, bright and smiling, willing to lend not only a hand but an ear as well, hearing out his concerns and his questions, understanding why he was stuck where he was, he was sure he’d met an angel. Someone sent by Rika, someone as brilliant, as beautiful, as wonderful as Rika.

For once in a while, he feels hope. True hope. Not the temporary distraction of LOLOL, not everyone’s attempts at trying to console him falling flat against the pain of his heart. No, true hope. He feels like if he can just reach out to MC, he can finally pull himself forward. He can be with everyone again.

But then that light in his life, only just beginning to warm his heart, begins to fade. Part of him panics, clutches to the MC, asking how they’re doing, if they’re okay, if they can call, if they can get on soon… he just desperately needs to know if they’re okay.

As they get more and more distant, he gets more and more panicky. He lashes out at V, knowing V knows more about the situation than anyone in the RFA and knowing V isn’t doing anything about it, knowing Seven isn’t pushing things, knowing everyone trusts V. He hates it. He likely ends up at Zen’s only to scream and cry while checking the chatroom again and again and again. If no one else cares, he will. Someone’s gotta listen to them, too.

As they begin to get more cryptic, more obvious, Yoosung is much more impulsive and bolder. Zen can barely get a grip on him and calm him down when it comes to V, and Yoosung never spends a moment outside the chatroom. He can’t lose them. He can’t lose them. It’d be losing her all over, and he can’t handle that. Not again.

“MC, whatever your talking about, whatevers going on…please!!! please, return to us, return to your happy self… we’re all so worried, im so worried…i cant stop visiting the chatroom, hoping youre there so maybe we could talk…ive been nagging V to tell us something, anything! please, stay strong… we’ll save you! i promise!”

But they do leave. They give in. They’re gone. Yoosung can feel it the last time they talk. In the moment he knows, but his body doesn’t. He’s just numb for a bit. Zen’s a bit shocked to see him finally calm. But it’s a scary calm. And part of that scares Zen even more.

Yoosung seeks out just about anything to feel better. He rushes out of the house constantly, middle of the night, when Zen’s in the bathroom, whenever he can to be alone and just scream or cry or slam his fists against a wall. He plays video games with fire in his eyes but nothing else. It’s all so painfully numb.

It takes everything the RFA has to keep Yoosung back from talking to Rika or the MC-they know he’d turn to Mint Eye’s side in an instant. Zen especially is in tears as he physically holds Yoosung, screaming and crying, trying to get him to calm down or stop himself from running off trying to find Rika or the MC. He sees the light gone from Yoosung’s eyes and it terrifies him.

Yoosung lost Rika. And now he’s lost MC. And finally, he loses himself.

Jaehee

Jaehee works and she works and she works and she just works. That’s her life, that’s her job, that’s her free time, that’s her pain. She focuses on work, even through everything happening in the RFA-hell, the RFA is part of her work as well.

So it brightens her up a lot to have the MC, who she once distrusted so much, be like her own little cheerleader. Always on her side, always cheering her on, always there to fangirl about Zen with, always there to make life a little less about work and a little more about…herself.

She works with a spring in her step, knowing that she’ll get to be greeted on the messenger by the MC, bright and shining, excited about the newest Zen selfie, or perhaps just glad to see Jaehee get a break. Either way, Jaehee finds a reason to laugh again while typing away reports.

So when Jaehee logs in one day to see that the MC has grown distant, Jaehee feels something drop in her chest. She tries not to jump to conclusions, instead, trying to urge the MC to open up more, to talk to the RFA, to trust in them…

“I understand you’re in a complicated situation right now. Even we’re not entirely sure what’s going on…but you should not lose hope. We are right here for you, and we’re ready to take action when the time comes. V would not let anything harm you, and I believe the rest of the RFA feels the same…”

As Jaehee visits whenever she can, the MC grows more and more distant and empty, and Jaehee feels everything in her grow cold and barren as the MC becomes cryptic as well. The word salvation echoes and bounces painfully in Jaehee’s head, and she’s terrified. She’s so fucking scared for the MC but all she can do is stare at the words on a screen.

She works double hard on the Intelligence Team. Jumin is somewhat impressed by the gusto in Jaehee’s work, but it’s not excitement, passion, or any of that. It’s hurry. It’s chugging down coffee knowing that any moments she doesn’t spend making this team perfect could mean losing MC.

But it’s useless. Like she had always felt, like it had always been, her efforts were useless. The MC was gone. The MC was no longer on the RFA’s side. V’s secrets come out into the open, but Jaehee feels no relief, no satisfaction. Just more pain and twists and drops in her chest as she pieces everything together.

She goes through everything like a robot. She feels empty. Zen can tell somethings up when Jaehee doesn’t even react to a selfie of him. However, Jaehee pushes everyone’s concerns away, reassuring them that she’s fine, and they must focus on Mint Eye and saving V, and if possible, the MC.

But she’s lost. She’s so lost. The one thing in her life to make her smile as she works was gone. No, not just gone. Jaehee saw them once they had turned over, the way they spoke. They were broken. They were beyond whatever concerns the RFA had. Something worse had happened to them.

And Jaehee could never forgive herself for that. She can’t forgive herself for letting someone so bright and beautiful break like that. And so she does what she’s always done best. She works, and she works, and she works.

If overtime and coffee can kill a person, Jaehee’s headed for Death’s Road like a paper to a shredder. And she can’t care enough anymore to stop it.

Jumin

Jumin doesn’t care much for feelings. He doesn’t care much for the fact that there aren’t a whole lot of people who understand him, who want to take the time to care about him.

At least, he thought he didn’t care.

But there’s something in that that changes as he gets to know the MC, opening up more and more entirely on accident, smiling more and more as the MC laughs at his jokes no one gets, as the two talk business, philosophy, politics-he could talk with them for days about anything.

And he feels some part of him loosen, feels that tangle in his head, that knot, loosen bit by bit as they care about him and ask how he’s doing, what he’s doing, what new project he has planned. It’s not like anything he’s ever felt before. Nothing like Rika, and similar to V. This comfort and security of trusting someone.

When the MC begins getting distant however, he inwardly panics. He doesn’t know what to do, what to say, what to feel. He just knows he’s feeling hell. His chest tightening, his head hurting. He offers what he can. Which are formal words, repeated phrases barely different from chats before. Believe in V. We will take action when the time calls for it.

But he wishes so badly he could say more. He doesn’t know what, but he wishes he could say something.

The point where he begins to let go of the iron grip he had on his emotions is when the MC becomes cryptic and empty. He begins getting somewhat harsh, very direct with them, asking them what the hell they were thinking, what got them into this, why they were so fucking obsessed with salvation

He gets terrified when they begin talking like Rika. He feels sick. He feels dizzy. He can’t focus. This can’t be happening.

But it is. And it does. Despite him hurrying the progress of the intelligence agency, despite his panicked calls to V, despite using every god damn inch of his brain to find the right thing to say or do, he loses them just as easily as he lost Rika, as he lost V. And it breaks him down, breaks him completely apart and wide open, emotions pouring out of a broken dam.

Everyone is shaken up seeing Jumin like this. In these situations, Jumin was always level headed. He was always calm. He was Jumin Han. He didn’t have emotions the way everyone else did. And yet Jaehee watched him drink wine like a motherfucker, Zen watched as his teasing did nothing to even provoke some dumb joke out of Jumin, and most of all, V is worried as he calls Jumin, hearing his best friend break down more and more with every call.

Jumin eventually tries to clean himself up. When V explains the situation more clearly, Jumin tries to go back to his old self, focusing on business, on leadership, on efficiency. But he slips up again, and again, and again, and he can’t stop. He can’t stop and he hates it. Why can’t it just stop like it did before. Why did it ever have to change in the first place if it was just going to end like this?

Jaehee can only watch Jumin in silence as he reads over the papers about Rika and Mint Eye. As he slowly pieces together what had happened to the MC to hurt them, to take away everything they were. All against their will. Innocent from the start, now broken.

Jaehee sees Jumin break as well as he quietly asks for her to leave the room.

Seven

Seven was a mess from the start, and he accepted its what he deserved, what he needed, just a part of him, and that it didn’t matter so long as he got the job done and Saeran was safe as well as the RFA.

That is, that’s how it was until MC started caring about him.

His dumb ad’s, his exaggerated shenanigans, his moments of weakness-the MC embraced it all. And even in moments where he panicked, where he lashed out, over call or over text, sometimes even in the chatroom, the MC would only return with warmth and kindness.

They insisted that he mattered too, that he was a good person, that he did good things, that he was protecting good people. Good. Somehow, the MC thought he was good. He was baffled.

There was some point where he began believing them, too. He started to try and take care of himself, started trying to eat full meals, clean up a little, made all sorts of programs and alarms to get him focused. He hated letting anyone in, but he already found himself brightening because of the MC.

So of course he’s beyond worried when they begin to grow distant and the hacker’s patterns start changing. He’s questioning them, he’s questioning V, he’s doing all the god damn research he can. It’s only a bad feeling, but his bad feelings are never truly just a bad feeling.

But V won’t budge, and neither will the hacker. Seven feels the panic skyrocket as the MC grows empty and cryptic, and he feels like screaming every time secrets are brought up. He leaves a million calls for V as he messes around with something, anything, making things, breaking things, hacking, he just tries to find anything to occupy his mind that isn’t the MC being in danger.

He damn near strangles his phone talking to V once the MC is gone. Damn secrets to hell, what happened to them? Seven is beyond freaked out, he’s chewing his nails, his fingers, he’s typing up a storm, texting up a storm, he’s taking bites out of chips and cookies before throwing them out, he’s dropping cans carelessly onto the floor and he’s skipping meals.

All that progress he made is easily gone the moment MC is gone.

Even Vanderwood is concerned as Seven prepares himself without cracking a single joke, without any sort of rebuttal to Vanderwood’s complaints about the mess. “This isn’t for the agency,” Vanderwood can tell. “Maybe it’s for me for once,” Seven shrugs. “Depending on how this goes, you can kick my ass later.”

Seven can save V, but when he’s there, when he reaches out to MC, telling them to quietly come with him, to escape, he finds everything in him turn to stone and shatter as they refuse. They’ve found salvation. But they say it with such pain. They say it with nothing in their eyes.

They say it the way Seven would tell the RFA not to worry about him. And that hurts Seven more than anything.

Seven hauls ass to get him and V out there. But as he fights the hacker, he feels himself losing in everything. In fighting, in the agency, in protecting Saeran, in figuring all this out. What’s the point anymore? What’s the point when they’re gone?

After V explains the situation to Seven, Seven feels what little was left of himself crumble away. And V watches in pain as all traces of the hopeful little boy Seven once was fade away.

And Seven says, in such pain, with nothing in his eyes, “Don’t worry about me.”

V grows closest to the MC easily. He finds it odd, as he realizes that they’re nothing like Rika, that they don’t feel even the slightest bit similar to Rika, and yet he’s almost comforted by that fact.

He opens up, opens up what he once thought was locked up tight and shut closed, to the MC, and he feels like the dark parts of him can shine again. He feels the dead grass and flowers in his heart begin to try and bloom again.

As he tries to find out more and more about Mint Eye, about what Rika’s doing, he finds himself growing more and more protective of the MC. He hardly knows if he can actually trust them, but he feels like he can. He feels that they’re innocent. And if that’s the case, he has to save them. He has to protect them. He can’t let their light go out.

But that moment where Ray pulls the MC way, that moments where V has to run away, has to hide without them, he becomes so afraid. He saw the look in MC’s eyes. He hears their tone over calls. He can see the way they shake as they text. They’re afraid. They’re alone. They’re vulnerable. And V can’t be there.

V finds himself falling farther and farther into his depression and self blame as the MC grows darker and darker. He doesn’t want to give his all again, fearing what happened with Rika would happen again, but he uselessly watches the MC grow more and more distant, more and more apathetic

With great fear, with the biggest twist of his heart, he’s realizing that he’s watching them slowly become more and more like Rika.

He begs them to believe in him, trust him, to talk to him, even just leaving voice calls when he can’t answer. But the secrets are too much for the both of them, and V can see Rika’s influence dripping like a venom from each of MC’s words. He can see Rika tearing apart all the brightness they had. And it kills him to just watch.

When there’s finally the chance to escape, the chance to leave with Seven, and they reject, V refuses to leave as well. He didn’t want this to happen. He never wanted there to be an innocent as pure and as bright as MC to be dragged into this, never mind get so twisted and broken by Rika’s words and drugs. And the fact that he let this happen, the fact that he felt in his heart that this all began because of him in the first place. He couldn’t even sacrifice himself now to save them. No, he was too late. He wasn’t good enough again. He was a fool blinded by love.

and so V tells Seven with a heavy heart, “I don’t deserve an escape.”

- Mod Grim

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