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4dtk · 3 years

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NCT 127: finding out you're older than them

“Hey, can I request an NCT127 reaction to finding out you're actually older than them when they thought you were much younger than them? (like you look really young despite your age lol)” thank u for waiting honey <3 ps i just used random years that are older than the members!

enjoy! this was fun to write ^^

→ TAEIL would have his mouth in an ‘O’, but more of a ‘ooh cool!’ way where he’s nodding repeatedly to nothing seconds after you’ve spilled the beans. it sinks in more later when he thinks of your birth years side by side and he’s like omg! i’m finally not the oldest and it garners a laugh out of you that you don’t mind being called old by him. honestly, you don’t mind being called old at all by the other members, since technically you are taeil’s s/o. the members are closer to the male, so when they call him old, you join in lol

“woah hyung/noona! i can’t believe you now take the place of oldest in our group,” mark says, although gets a smack from haechan for saying that.

“ack! sorry taeil-hyung and (y/n)-hyung/(y/n)-noona, mark’s mouth is a little big today.”

taeil waves it off, curling an arm around your waist to bring you closer as mark avoids eye contact. slowly the members crowd around the four of you, interested in the topic that’s taking place. it was well over 11pm in the practice room, and having just ended dance practice, they cooled down by taking part in the conversation.

“yeah! you finally can call someone else old!” another smack and a whine from mark accompanied by an apologetic look that wasn’t seen often on donghyuck.

“i’m sorry for them,” taeil whispers with a laugh, placing a kiss onto your cheek before taking a swig of water from his bottle. he takes your shaking head as acceptance of your new position of the oldest, pleased when you return his kiss with one to his lips.

→ JOHNNY is the one to pull a dramatic face lol. you know the one where his mouth is in a ‘O’ and his eyebrows are knitted. the expression is playful, but there’s a bit of genuine shock behind it. recovers from it quickly tho and jokingly calls you ‘daddy/mommy’ to annoy you. i can see him calling you the term later if you get married or have kids though, just in a third person kinda way - something like a running joke from when he discovered you were older years ago.

“no way, you’re born in 1992?” his jaw is dropped, eyes wide that makes you smile just a little, “holy shit you’re old,” there’s a fit of laughter when your hand lands on his back as a form of retaliation (“like you’re not!”), but you agree either way, shrugging nonchalantly at the year of birth.

“then maybe now i can call you daddy/mommy,” you groan at that, shoving him for real now as he lands on the sofa behind him and doyoung at the dining table contemplates whether he should interfere. he decides not to when you full on attack your boyfriend, although with half-assed punches as johnny continues to moan out theatrically in between attacks, “but for real though, next time, i wanna hear voices calling you.”

“the fuck? you mean in like a horror movie way?”

“nah, in the i wanna have a family way.” you gulp with a surprised expression and you launch a badly timed attack that hits him in the balls. you’re apologising with a fluster, johnny is groaning in pain. oh well, this could be story to tell your kids or adopted babies next time.

→ TAEYONG is making surprised noises. it’s so cute lol that you’re the one ending up teasing him about it. taeyong forgets it sometimes, so you have the pleasure of seeing him react like a couple of times bc it finally settles in his mind that you’re older than him. other than that, yong loves you all the same and sometimes acts like a baby just so you’d cave and take care of him. he argues that it’s only the right way! older s/o? you take care of me! i want to be babied.

“huh? you’re older than me?” taeyong asks, mindlessly digging through your stuff until he comes across your ID. he curiously sifts through the information on it, but the number of your birth year seemed to stand out the most.

you hum, placing the last bits of your mask on yourself as you turn back to your boyfriend with a similar look: hair band pushing his dyed hair back, with a mask like yours on his face.

a noise of approval spills from taeyong’s mouth, and you’re left giggling in confusion until he explains his reason for it. you nod through it, happy to give your boyfriend what he wants while he takes his place in your arms. “feels nice,” taeyong mumbles, loving the way you’re playing with his fingers before he asks a question with a small voice. “can we do this more often?”

“of course,” and now you’re glad for taeyong’s curiosity of your things, presenting you with the opportunity (and excuse) to hold your lover in your arms.

→ YUTA doesn’t care either tbh. he may be one of the ones to figure it out before the others - how? you don’t know either but i have a feeling he might’ve taken a look at your ID or something along those lines. mans just nods at the year. as long as you’re still yourself and don’t change how you act in the relationship obvi bc he’s dating you bc of how you’ve presented yourself so far. it’ll feel weird if you suddenly start to dote on him just because you’re older. still likes to take care of you <3

“hey babe? were you born in 1993?” yuta inquires one day at dinner, the whole table of members somehow going a little quiet at the revelation.

“mhm! how’d you know?” you tilted your head, placing a piece of fish into your mouth and ignoring the shocked faces on the faces of the different members.

“eehh- i just saw it on your ID accidentally the other day,” yuta smiles when wiggle your mouth around to feel for the fish’s bone, finally able to shoot your boyfriend a smile as you both go back to your dinner. your laugh is the one thing that’s heard across the table and the occasional clinks of chopsticks against porcelain, and you’re confident if you were on a sitcom, the camera would just have all the members staring into it in shock.

“is it that surprising?” you asked the members, some of them waving their hands and shaking their head, knowing that yuta would probably take it up to them if they happen to have a problem with it.

“so i actually needed to call you hyung/noona?! i’m so sorry!!!” mark exclaims, earning a giggle from you.

→ DOYOUNG would react a little intensely too, but more in a starstruck, quiet kind of way. he just has this wide eyed look that make you burst out in laughter at the discovery and his lips are making a funny shape. he nods it off calm and cooly, but inside he’s like oh my god wtf really???? why didn’t i know this holy shit are they going to leave me for not knowing you can see no thought behind his eyes but you know the man’s spiralling a little inside that you have to reassure him that it’s just a minor thing (he gets out of the dump pretty quickly). your age reveal doesn’t affect him much either.

“you’re- you’re older than me?” doyoung’s mouth dries, coffee cup hovering just below his lips as you drop the bomb without much care. it’s quiet in the early morning, having had just finished filming his relay cam, but you can practically hear doyoung’s thoughts. he’s brought of it when you place a hand on his wrist.

“babe, baby, it’s okay. i didn’t tell you anyway, don’t worry about it,” your smile is blinding, and it has doyoung smiling as well, agreeing along to your reasoning and slowly easing into his previous action of drinking his beverage before he halts again.

your head tilts in question. “what is it?”

your boyfriend waves it off with a shy smile, bringing your hand to his lips as he lands a kiss on the skin there, “nothing. just thinking about how much i love you.”

“did it change?”

there’s a blush on his cheeks when he says it, glad for the two of you being in the only ones awake. “no, not one bit.”

→ JAEHYUN would one way or another kind of know already, although he’s not 100% sure. he’s observant, sometimes content with watching you take care of the other members (poor guy gets jealous tho) or just cleaning up after him when he’s a little too tired to do things - like wash his hair and what not. even if you’re not a naturally ‘taking care of others’ person, jaehyun picks up on the things that he’s heard his friends talk about regarding their older siblings (since he’s an only child) or compares to how you act around the group that’s similar to taeyong or doyoung. i can see jaehyun being a little disappointed, but it doesn’t change much as long as he can keep the dynamic of the relationship (so him giving the affection with you in his embrace). jaehyun is a quiet kind of shock like doyoung.

“huh… you’re born in 1994?”

“sure am,” you’re filling out a form for a membership, pen scribbling with swiftness in order not to hold up the line. you pass it back in a minute as the cashier processes your membership, and you feel jaehyun squeeze your hand. “why, why? is it an issue?” you mumble a thank you to the cashier, heading out of the store hand in hand while you find a spot to talk to your boyfriend.

“no no,” jaehyun giggles, a low one that makes your heart flutter, and he leans down to place a kiss onto your lips. it lingers there longer than you expected and you feel his smile on your lips. “there’s no issue. it just kinda adds up, in a way. you’re such a natural at giving advice and taking care of the other members. i’m just… a little surprised, is all.”

you laugh at that, meeting his lips again in a loving peck, “okay, that’s good then!”

→ JUNGWOO says “woowww!” like video game commentary and claps. yes he claps, you’re not sure why either but he’s just so thrilled to learn of your birth year that he just nods along and gives you a thumb-up after. i can’t say he’ll be that shocked, more of like happy for you like you just told him you passed a test or something. when you ask him about it, he just shrugs and pats you on the back. it’s all part of his personality, though, and like taeyong/yuta, he wouldn’t care much apart from being able to call you ‘sunbaenim’ as a joke. sometimes calls you senpai LMAO

“woah, you’re older than me by four years?” jungwoo mumbles when you show him your old IDs, the topic of your birth year overriding the original goal of wanting to see your foetus pictures.

“hm? oh yeah, i guess i never really mentioned it, huh?” you continue with what you were doing, cleaning up the stray hairs sticking out from your hairdo before jungwoo comes back hugging with his long limbs and silky outfit.

“congrats!” he meets your eyes through the vanity mirror and proceeds to peck your cheek and your expression that follows next brings laughter to jungwoo’s chest. you can feel it move from behind you, hoping he wouldn’t mess up the hour you spent on your hair. “why congrats?” your lip is curled with a raise of your eyebrows as your boyfriend continues to hang off your shoulders.

he thinks, then replies with a dunno and leaves the area to settle back on the bed. the snap of his camera follows next, no doubt taking pictures of the serious face shots of your old ID cards.

→ MARK would be one of the ones that you think is over exaggerating, except he’s just that shocked. he would stumble over his words and texting johnny or whoever to tell him and be like “yoooo? huh? what?” mark would probably be the last one to make the connection and johnny is all like “yeah? u didn’t know?” and mark is like “HOW WOULD I KNOW THEY LOOK SO YOUNG?????!!” hysterical, this man. mark almost doesn’t believe it for a second and you have to take out your ID to show him lmfao

mark’s head snaps to you once he overhears you in conversation with the flyer distributor, catching your attention with something that was in line with your interests. mark tunes out the promoter explaining the features of the product, only coming back to earth when you mention your date of birth for a trial of their services.

“you’re WHAT? nah. no. no way, show me your ID.”

the other jumps back at the sudden exclamation while you just raise an eyebrow. sorry, excuse him, you mumble, and you’re dragging mark off to the side as you fumble in your bag to pull out your ID in exasperation. the timing is imperfectly perfect: mark bends down to inspect your birth year, you flip open the wallet a little too hard, it hits his head in a loud thwack!

“ow.” mark giggles, squinting his eyes to finally make out the fading ‘1998’ on your card, “oh! so the same as jungwoo hyung?” he giggles again, “he finally as someone to talk to!”

→ HAECHAN is shocked but would immediately mask it and go like “oh my! still so pretty, miss halmeoni,” he coos and you’re so ready to smack him. in a way acts like johnny but will not stop using the word on a daily basis (unless you tell him that you don’t like it). it becomes part of the pet names that he calls you, but he still likes the classic baby/honey/love. sometimes also like to whine with hyung/noona if he wants something, like a new video game or for you to buy food for him. other than that, haechan is pretty indifferent about you being older than him.

“hah?! you’re born in 1999?” haechan has his neck stuck out like a fish out of water, not posing that much difference since he’s just finished a shower. you make the bed with deftness, tucking in the duvet easily as your boyfriend approaches from behind.

he’s shocked, but before you can comment on it, he recovers quickly to deliver a quip through his toothpaste-filled mouth, “oh my! halmeoni, then you should take a seat!” your hands are on your hips, glaring at him while he only grins.

you indulge him, though, and take a seat on the newly made bed, relaxing into the softness of the sheets with elbows.

“if i’m considered elderly, then, you can do the housework for me, right?” the dread that slowly fills up haechan’s features make you explode into giggles, before pushing yourself up to come face to face with him.

“thought so,” you whispered, petting his head as you continue the clean-up of the room.

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iguessilovebakugou · 3 years

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Beautiful || {Dabi/F!Reader} --- Heathers: The Musical -- Cause I’m a stupid fuck who can’t control themselves

Me: *Doesn’t post anything for 2 years*

Also Me when Dabi is on screen at any point ever: 👁👄👁

I’m also throwing this out there because like...I highly doubt anyone still looks at my blog, so I can hide my fucking shame that I’ve been thinking of this idea on and off for almost 2 years now.

Now...spoilers under the cut because I have to explain some things...

I know they just recently announced that Dabi “died” when he was a kid. So I will have to specify that I’m aging him up to be 17, since that would just...make sense?

-- -- -- --

“Venti salted caramel coldbrew, extra foam.”

There was a raid against villains that day. It had been the only thing anyone could talk about.

You had overheard the editors talking about it as they made their coffee. It was a good thing, right, that they were taking the fight to the bad guys? That not all hope had been lost? Most people just wanted an ounce of good news. Some confirmation that the way of things would hold strong - a nice sugar coat to swallow the hard pill. Though, it seemed like all any report worth their salt - you included - could discuss was the fall of society, what people were going to do if...or...when, rather, the heroes were yanked from their spot light and cast down in the dirt with the rest of civilization.

You weren’t a giant fan of them, considering, but you understood the necessity for someone to hold the mantle - someone who guaranteed the safety the mass populous required to keep them from falling to complete anarchy.

Your phone buzzed as a message appeared at the top, blocking the article’s title from view. Your boss, Fumihiro...again...for the 8th time since you left the office.

[INCOMING MSG] :: Where are you right now?

“Venti salted caramel cold brew, extra foam for...”

Your brows furrowed, your stance shifting from one foot to the other.

[OUTGOING MSG] :: Getting the coffee.

[OUTGOING MSG] :: Why? Want me to get you something?

Heroes. The way of things. Society.

Most people didn’t seem to care too much about it once their phones locked and it was out of their line of sight. When the terrible wasn’t in your face, it was easy to forget that everything hung on a tiny thread that was always threatening to snap. It was hard, you figured, to care about the state of the world when you were more concerned about mundane matters that were pressing in the moment. The rest of the world seems small when you have everything else to pressure you. It was easy to forget.

[INCOMING MSG] :: www.wtxz319.rdio.com/live/93901_error

[INCOMING MSG] :: u need to watch this

You wished you could forget about it. Wished that it hadn’t been looming over your head since...well...

Your thumb hovered over the link, the screen went black and a stream started loading. Some radio podcast? You read the title: ENDEVOUR TAKING ON U-A’S BEST AND BRIGHTEST?! UNLIKELY SON AND FATHER DUO?

“Venti salted caramel cold brew, extra foam!!”

Your heart leapt up into your throat as your eyes met the kid behind the counter. He paused only a moment before using his fingers to nudge your drink closer to edge.

“Oh. Sor-”

“Have a good one.”

You locked your phone as you shoved it into your back pocket, grabbed your drink and made a beeline towards the door. The streets were busy, given the hour. You had just enough time to get back to the office and finish your article on before the evening - just enough time for an editor to look it over, to do some quick fixes and-

You phone buzzed again, and Fumihiro’s face once again flashed on the screen.

[INCOMING MSG] :: Did you see it?

[INCOMING MSG] :: We need to be the first people on this. I don’t care about what else you were working on. This is more important.

You stopped at the crosswalk, staring at your phone and ignoring the woman who had to move around you with a huff. But...you were so close to getting to the meat of what the Safety Commission was hiding. You were so close getting to the heart of it all and, maybe - just maybe - throwing away some of the uncertainty that was hanging over everyone’s head after All Might’s retirement.

After the weeks you spent staking out police stations, hounding hero agencies, digging through dumpsters for any shred of proof the Pros and Police were hiding something - the favors you had to call in for breadcrumbs and scraps alone?! And just like that, he wanted you to drop it all? For what? Some stupid radio show speculation?

You didn’t hesitate to hit the phone icon in the upper corner, stomping towards the intersection.

“Hey-” You cut Fumi before he could even finish your name.

“What do you mean ‘drop the article’? Do you know-”

“I don’t care! This is bigger!!”

“What’s bigger than-”

“Did you even watch the link I sent you? Every station across Japan is getting hacked and it’s been playing on loop for a few minutes now on a few stations. It’s slowly moving to others now.”

“Fumi what the hell are you talking about!?”

“I, TOUYA TODOROKI, WAS BORN THE ELDEST SON OF ENDEVOUR.”

It...was hard to think for a moment. Like a memory, reaching up from the dirt to grab you, to finally take you down to hell.

That voice.

It felt like he was right in your ear, in your head. It had been so long since he had done it to you, since he...no...not him. He was dead. His father confirmed it. You confirmed it. You knew he was gone and there was no bringing him back and -

“I’VE KILLED OVER 30 INNOCENT PEOPLE UNTIL NOW.”

No. No, no no no no it wasn’t in your head - because if it had been, the sound of blood pounding in your ears wouldn’t be able to mask it so well. You froze, your hands shaking as your breath caught in your throat. It couldn’t be him. I couldn’t, it couldn’t...

“You need to get back to the office - I want you on this. I already have a copy of it in case you can’t screen capture it -”

“I WOULD LIKE TO LET EVERYONE KNOW WHY I’D END UP COMMITING SUCH A HIDEOUS ACT.”

Because you’re a fucking monster.

Someone next to you stopped and looked up. Then another and then another. You knew what they were looking at. Who they were looking at. And still, you couldn’t bring yourself to look up. You couldn’t do it - not again. Not now. Not after so many years of him being dead and buried where he deserved to be.

But he always had a hold on you. Something that drew you to him. And so...you looked up.

And as your phone and drink clattered to your feet, you felt the world stop.

“...Touya?”

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September 1st, 20xx

Dear Diary - I believe I’m a good person. You know? Like, I believe there’s good in everyone. But um...here we are! First day of our Senior Year and I look around at the kids I’ve known for so long and I can’t help but think to myself - what happened?

You hadn’t really wanted to be friends with the Nori’s. Not really. They were stuck up snobs who made everyone below them miserable. But there was a power to them that everyone respected. You had been taught that knowledge held power. And the Nori’s had power because everyone knew if you double crossed them, your life would be a living fucking hell.

“Ah, Nori and Nori.”

You grimaced into your knees as Nori Ueda vomited for a third time since you had been hiding out in the bathroom. The teacher paused before sighing. “And Nori. Perhaps you didn’t hear the bell? You’re late for class.”

“Nori’s sick! We’re helping her.”

You had given the low price of just sitting at their lunch table - once, no talking would be necessary - in the hopes people would leave you alone. It was a simple fact of life: Where there are teenagers, there are winners and there are losers. And you had spent the majority of your High School career on the low end of the totem pole. You were so low, in fact, it seemed talking to you was all but taboo. Anything other than bullying, shoving into lockers, or calling out unfortunate break outs was strictly forbidden by anyone not wanting to suffer the same fate.

But the Nori’s? Solid Teflon: never bothered. Never harassed like you had been. They had a mystique, a pull, a confidence that couldn’t be matched. And you would have killed to be like them.

Perhaps that why you reached into backpack and yanked out the pad of hall pass papers.

You opened the stall door and slipped out, making your wave over to the group. Nori Ueda wiped her mouth. Nori Makino was leaning against the bathroom counter, focusing on making sure her bright red lipstick was perfectly placed. And Nori Kaneko? She was staring down the teacher, hands on her hips, completely equal and completely ready to start a fight.

The teacher laughed, so sure and so pleased that she had been the one to stumble upon the trio in the bathroom. “Not without a hall pass, you’re not. A week’s detention.”

“Uh...ma’am.” Your voice trembled out and reverberated off the tiled wall. It had been louder than you originally intended. Everyone turned quickly to you, only for their attention to be immediately drawn to your outstretched hand you held. “All of us are out on a hall pass...yearbook committee.”

She snatched it from you. For a moment, she simply glanced back between you, the paper, then the Nori’s, then back. After a heavy moment, she nodded. “It looks like you’re all listed.”

Nori Kaneko took it from the teacher, looking it over herself. You tried not to make eye contact as she looked at you. You instead focused on the teacher as she made her way towards the bathroom door. “Hurry up and get where you’re going.”

You heaved a sigh of relief.

“This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?”

You stuttered your name, shrinking under her sharp gaze. “I uh...I crave a boon.”

“What boon?” You weren’t sure if she was simply aggravated you had dared do more than answer the questions she asked or if the annoyance was just a constant manner of speaking for her.

You could forge anything thanks to your quirk - Copy. All you had to do was see someone or something once or twice, focus on it as best as you could and like that, you could be that person. From their mannerisms, their voice, to their penmanship. Its why you stole the pad of hall passes, to skip class whenever you wanted, to have an excuse to be hiding out in the bathroom.

It had worked...sometimes...

You stuttered out your name. You could see the two Nori’s snicker in the background. They had no clue who you were. It was...somewhat insulting. Their “friends” had done their best to make your life a living hell and yet you had flown under their radar.

Your eyes darted between the three of them. Nori Kaneko stared down at you, foot tapping and arms crossed as she took you in. You couldn’t help but feel like a prey animal, stuck in the line of sight of the Apex Predator.

But your mama didn’t raise no quitter. You swallowed and stood up just a bit straighter. “Let me sit with you at lunch, once. No talking necessary. If...I mean, if people think you guys tolerate me, they might leave me alone.”

The laughter was instantaneous. Kaneko looked back to the other two, her laugh light and condescending. The audacity, it said. The gall of you to ask to sit with them, of all people. “Before you answer, I also do permission slips, report cards, and absent notes.”

“What about prescriptions?”

“Shut up, Nori.”

“Sorry, Nori.” Ueda immediately slunk back to the shadows, gaze downcast.

Kaneka stepped forward and you thought for a moment she was going to shove you onto the floor. You braced your feet, mentally preparing yourself for the force of her push...but it never came. She was in front of you for a moment, and then the next, she was at your side. She hummed under her breath and you could feel her eyes trail over your body. Your school uniform a size too big, the bulky cardigan you had worn over it, the scuffed shoes and year old skirt. Your hair was a mess, your face was bare, and you could hear the sound of your knees knocking together in fear.

“For a greasy little nobody,” She started, reaching out a smooth hand and brushing some of your hair back and out of your eyes. “You do have good bone structure.”

Nori Makino perked up, coming over to take a look at you. She took your face in your hand, causing you to tense and try to pull away. For a girl bordering 90 pounds soaking wet, her grip was rather strong. “And a symmetrical face.”

“A...huh?”

“If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I would have matching halves.” She looked back at you, nodding. “That’s very important.”

“Of course,” Ueda added, glaring at you from over Kaneka’s shoulder. “You could stand to lose a few pounds.”

You opened your mouth to argue, to gain some sense of control over the conversation - but like everything, Kaneko had the power. She gripped your shoulders and turned you towards the mirror. You tensed, feeling her arm wrapped around your shoulders. You watched as she tilted her head this way and that before...smirking. “You know...this might be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lip gloss and we might have something.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding once she moved away. “I’ll need some blush, Nori, get your brush.”

You were frozen, watching as each item was brought out and laid on the bathroom counter. A new jacket, skirt, perfume, a pallet of...color? You gripped your bag, trying to figure out what on earth was going on.

“Take that thing off - it smells.”

The...thing? You saw the Nori’s staring at you, waiting for you to comply. You glanced down at your cardigan, pausing only a moment to sniff the sleeve. It...wait, did it smell? Would they lie to you? You fumbled with the buttons, sliding it off your shoulders. Makino snatched it out of your hands and before you knew it, it was tossed in the garbage.

“Now, let’s make her beautiful.”

In that moment, you understood what was happening. As Kaneko stepped forward, the smirk on her face, she watched you. This...was an invitation. Into their group. Into the inner sanctum of popularity and the safety it brought. No more bullies, no more humiliation, no more terror.

“Okay?”

“Okay!”

They don’t tell you that being popular is more hell than it’s worth.

You wouldn’t say you and the Nori’s were...friends. It felt more professional than anything else. You had a strict uniform you had to stick to - above what the school required. Any accessory had to be approved by the trio. All meals had to be approved by Ueda - needless to say, the packed lunches your mother made every morning every morning included with a handwritten note never seemed to make the cut. The make up you did every morning never was good enough.

They had high standards, more inline with a sort of...job than actual friendship. In fact, over the past few weeks, it had been hard to tell if the three Nori’s were even friends to begin with. There was definitely a power struggle between Kaneko - the obvious leader - and Ueda - who tried to exert her dominance every chance she could but was shot down by Kaneko. Moniko was harder to figure out, more happy to follow than to lead. She was...nicer than the other two, though you weren’t entirely sure if it was simply because she didn’t want the drama or if she just...simply didn’t understand that what she said held weight beyond being...noises in the air.

Dear Diary - It just seems like our job is being...popular and shit.

“There you are!”

When Kaneko wasn’t around Ueda was hardly as docile. It was hard to tell she had thorns at all when she was standing next to the Cactus that was the head Nori. But any chance she got, she made sure to inform you in less subtle ways that you weren’t welcome among the three of them.

Which was obvious. Your name wasn’t Nori.

You jumped as Ueda’s hand slammed your book shut on your fingers. “Nori wants you in the caf - now.”

Moniko hardly offered you a glance as you flexed the pain from your joints. “Is that so? What for?”

Ueda snorted, “I don’t know. She just said to get your ass there...now.”

You normally punched out for lunch. You sighed, pushing yourself away from your desk and standing up. “How very.”

If the two Nori’s heard your remark, they didn’t say anything. Nor did they relay it to Nori Kaneko when the three of you had reached the cafe.

The Nori table was the nicest table in the entire cafeteria. With the perfect white table cloths, centered exactly in the middle of the room, other kids from the “popular groups” would migrate around it like a port. They would stay for the entire period or would flit about from table to table. And at it’s head, sat Nori Kaneko. She sat with her legs crossed, talking to another student who’s name you couldn’t quite place. You always thought you had been good with names. Turns out, you just didn’t know many people.

“Ah, you’re finally here. Took you long enough.”

When Kaneko had offered the make over and...”admission” into the popular crowd, you had thought maybe you pegged her wrong. Maybe she was just a normal kid, wrapped up in the politics of High School. It didn’t take long for you to realize she was still the same mythic bitch you had thought she had been - you just did things for her now.

“I need you to forge a note - in Souta Ishii’s handwriting.” With a snap of her fingers, the boy she had been talking to reached into his pocket and yanked out a few folded up pieces of paper. You didn’t need to open them to know what they were. But when you did, you couldn’t find yourself surprised at the fact Souta was barely passing most of his classes.

“You’ll need something to write on. Bend over, Nori.”

One day, it would stop shocking you how quickly Ueda would act to Kaneko’s command. You paused, looking to your superior for a moment. “Uh...I could just-”

“You’re not sitting with us.” She answer simply.

“...right.” You took the paper and pen offered by Moniko. You flexed your digits, feeling the flutter under your skin. “What do you want it to say?”

“‘Hey baby girl, I’ve been watching you and thinking about us in the good old days. I hope you can come to my party this weekend. We can talk about us. Love, Souta.’“ She leaned over, watching your hand glide over the paper in barely legible chicken scratch. “Put an XO after the ‘Souta’ too.”

It was gone the second the O was done. She looked over the note again. “Perfect.”

There was a glint in her eye that didn’t...settle well with you. With your quirk, you noticed certain...things about people. Little ticks and tells that everyone has. Ueda scrunched her nose when she didn’t like something - like everyone. Moniko would fidget with her hands when she was nervous - like everyone. And Kaneko would get a little sparkle in her eyes when she was about to ruin someone’s life.

With each fold of the paper, you stomach dropped closer and closer to your feet. “What’s that for, anyway?”

You never really questioned why she did half of what she did. It wasn’t like you could do anything to stop it. “You know how Souta used to hang out with Arisu Nomaru?”

Of course you did. You considered Arisu a friend - a good one. She was the really only nice person at this school. Of course, hanging out with the Nori’s meant that quality time with Arisu was...well, all but non existent at that point. But she assured you, through texts, that everything was fine. It was exciting! That maybe, she could join you and the Nori’s for lunch one day. It wasn’t possible, of course. You never even bothered to broach the subject to the three. Arisu was never going to be in the popular crowd and would be stuck watching them from a distance.

The only other constant in Arisu’s life - aside from her kindness and her exile from popularity - was the undying love she had for Souta Ishii. Ever since...

“We all hung out with Arisu. In kindergarten.”

Kaneko scoffed, looking up at you from under perfect lashes. “Well, we didn’t all kiss her on the soccer field.”

You had to fight your body’s desire to snatch the paper out of Nori’s hand.

Monika gagged next to you. “Oh my god! I forgot Souta kissed Arisu Nomaru. It was disgusting!!”

It took everything you had not to hit her. She met your glare with cool indifference, adding a laugh for good measure.

“Souta! Just the man I wanted to see!”

Souta was a...handsome man to say the least. You didn’t blame Arisu for having the crush she had on him, not by any means. But what he had in looks, he lacked in anything worthy of personality - aside from just being a huge dick. And where there was a Souta there was Jun Goto. His best friend. He was the smartest one out of his group of friends.

Which amounted as much as being the tallest dwarf, but hey - credit where credit was due. They were both smart enough to know to come when a Nori called you - no questions asked. And in a flash, the two pulled themselves up and made a beeline for the table - not after giggling to themselves first.

“Be a sweetie and give this note to Arisu Nomaru for me.”

Dread immediately filled your stomach. “What? No!”

“What the hell are you talking to Arisu for?” Jun demanded, reaching for the note.

“Don’t read it! She was having a heavy flow, and wanted some advice from Gyno.”

“That’s fucking disgusting!” You would have thought the boy had been burned with the way he flicked the paper onto the table, back away and retreat to the table he had come from.

“Yeah, I’ll take that.” You snatched the note up, gripping it tightly in your hand.

It had been a while since anyone had stared at you with such venom. If looks could kill, Kaneko would have you dead to rights. Her eyes darkened as she glared at you, hands slowly moving to her hips.

But you weren’t going to allow yourself to back down. Not over this. This was too much. “Arisu has had a crush on Souta for 13 years. This...” You waved the note. “This would kill her.”

It was quiet for a moment - and in that moment, you realized you made the biggest mistake of your fucking life. Nori smiled, stepping forward with a soft chuckle. “I didn’t realize we had a problem.”

“We’re not but-”

“Are we going to have a problem?”

You faltered for a moment.

“No, I just-”

“So you have a bone to pick.”

“No, Nori I just think you’re bigger than-”

“You know, when I dragged you out of the dredges of inferiority, I was shocked how far you would go.”

Before you knew it, she had succeeded in pushing you down onto the bench. Your elbow slammed into the top, causing you to cry out. Immediately, all eyes were on you. “So you wanna tell me, why now, are you pulling on my dick?”

“Nori! I’m not trying to argue with you! Just doing this-”

“I know!” She snatched the note from your hands. “It will ruin her. That’s the fucking point.” She offered the note to Ueda, who happily took it. You watched helplessly as she skipped back over to Souta. While he didn’t seem too pleased to be the one to deliver the note, he begrudgingly got up from his spot and headed to the corner of the cafeteria.

"You still have a lot to learn about how things work around here." You swallowed, digging your nails into the palm of you hand. "This whole school is my own personal candy store. I do what I want, when I want."

You watched as he slammed a fist on the table, causing Arisu to jump. She froze, stuttered, and then almost dropped the note when he tossed it to her. Your heart hammered - maybe if you got there fast enough, you could stop her from reading it. You could distract her and -

You were forced back down in your spot and perfectly manicured nails dug into your skin. “You got a good thing going here,” Kaneko stated, very matter of factly. “You could join the team, or you could bitch and moan.” You winced when her nails dug deeper into your skin. “But if you test me one more time, you will end up just. Like. Her."

Ueda grinned, an ugly, spiteful thing. "Welcome to our Candy-"

"Shut up, Nori!" All three of you flinched as your leader stood. Fixing her skirt, she offered you a sweet smile that made your stomach roll. "We'll see you after school."

They left you in that spot for a long time, staring at your hands. It wasn’t until you felt a tap on your shoulder that you finally looked up. And there above you was Arisu. She grinned and offered you the note. “Look! Look what Souta wrote me! He invited me to his party this weekend.”

You stared at the paper, then back up at her. You tried to smile - though it didn’t look like she noticed. “This proves he’s been thinking about me!”

She...seemed happy. And you knew in this school that happiness was hard to come by. Especially with people like Nori’s. You opened your mouth, before closing it again. You stared at that letter, at the handwriting that perfectly matched the papers left on the table. You could tell her, warn her it was a prank. Just...break her heart and tell her Souta wanted nothing to do with her.

“...color me stoked!” You grinned.

You were happy when she left. With a heavy sigh, you buried your face in your hands and ignored the bell above your head. You listened to the shuffling of your peers as they made their way towards the doors.

What the hell were you doing? What the fuck did you just do? Arisu had always been a good friend to you and you threw her under the bus? For what? Popularity? Safety?

“You shouldn’t have bowed down to those dogs. They’ll eat that girl alive.”

You had grown used to most voices, labeling them by people who was more likely to hit you or simply ignore your presence entirely.

But his voice? You had never heard that voice before. It was pleasant in it’s own way - low, guttural, and deceptively indifferent to the advice he was giving you. You sat up, turning to look over your shoulder. Your eyes trailed up to stark white hair. Bright blue eyes stared down at you, hands in his pockets. Your breath caught in your chest and your mind scrambled for a response. “I’m...I’m sorry, what?”

He watched you for a moment. Sizing you up. “Look,” He continued, “You clearly have a soul. You just need to work a little harder to keep it clean.” With a final shrug, he turned on his heel and made his way for the door. "We're all marked for evil."

Did...did he just...quote at you? It took you a moment for your mind to catch up to what he said. “Okay, don’t just quote Baudelaire at me and walk away. Excuse me?”

You scrambled to your feet. He stopped and turned to look at you. He didn’t move to say anything else however, leaving you in charge of continuing the conversation. You looked him over, took in his long, lanky form, the mess of white hair, they...very pretty eyes. You cleared your throat and motioned to him. “I...uh...I didn’t catch your name.”

He waited a moment before shrugging. “That’s cause I didn’t throw it.”

You watched him turn back around and make his way towards the door, mouth hanging down to your chest. It didn’t take long for you to realize how hot your cheeks were burning, how fast your heart was racing. You couldn’t help as your lips broke out into a smile.

You swore he stole another gaze at you him slip out into the hall.

So yeah. I’ll edit this later. Promise.

How did everyone enjoy their holiday season?

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( olivia holt, 23, she/her ) * hey, i’m looking for the office of ALICE ADAMS. they’re the EMPLOYEE who’s known around the office as THE MASK if that helps ? not to be a gossip, but i’ve heard that they’re ADAPTABLE but JADED, is that true ? i also heard that they’re the one who CATFISHED DAVID HASSELHOFF. anyways, here’s the coffee they ordered.

hi y’all !! i’m may ( 21 // est // she/her ) and i am super super pumped to be here !! i’m also very much writing this against my better judgment ya girl’s running on four hours of sleep and has the option to sleep more but......... is not tired ?? so i do apologize if my mind is secretly tired and makes this intro,,,, even worse than it would be fahouedn. on with the show !! anyway anyway!! feel free to like this if u wld like 2 plot and i will hit u up!!

( also, for some vibes if you so choose to read, here’s the link to her playlist ! )

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QUICK FACTS:

full name: alice audrey adams

date of birth: october 26th, 1997

*will not perfectly reflect the zodiac big three below because that’s.... math.

zodiac big three: scorpio sun, virgo moon, taurus rising

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual

education: ged, bachelor’s degree in film — pratt institute

enneagram: 4w3

mbti: enfp

temperament: sanguine-melancholic

label: the mask

various inspirations: “nutshell” - alice in chains, “santa monica” - everclear, “polly” - nirvana, “jennifer’s body” - hole, “creep” - stone temple pilots, kate wallis ( cruel summer - shhhh ), heather davis ( crazy ex-girlfriend ), satana hellstrom ( marvel comics ), bojack horseman - without the amount of problematic ego ( bojack horseman ), eddie huang ( fresh off the boat ), the great britney spears evolution ( temporarily stopping at circus era )

BACKSTORY:

triggers in order: toxic family dynamic, grooming (nothing super in-depth), kidnapping (? like it was ‘willing’ but no. see next trigger for why), toxic “relationship” (and 11yr age gap w/ a 16y/o we hate it), straight-up captivity, very brief mention of suicide + heroin (very!)

*would like to quickly preface that this isn’t just Dark for the sake of being r/im14andthisisdeep but that’s for a later time **(also! i have markers for where the grooming + Super Dark parts begin and end! -- also, the Super Dark part is all very public knowledge. had articles. media frenzy. first thing that comes up if you google her name) *** also. if u need it then a tl;dr is below this section hfkldsa

alice audrey adams was born to the type of family that names all of their children alliterative names ( however, they sadly didn’t get their own kardashian-style show )... alexis adams (working name, utp if taken as a wc)... alfie allison adams (working name, utp if taken as a wc)... born to anna adams and allen adams... we hate it here.

as u can see... all of the kids were basically named after allen... they all had ‘al’ names.... extremely confusing

plot-twist: THAT’S the darkest part

the adams were very concerned with public image. as a family in the upper echelon, they simply had to be! a narcissist father, a distant mother, put in competition with her siblings — there was no truly healthy dynamic in the household. but they looked good. they went to church every sunday, a ‘wwjd’ sticker on the back of her mother’s car. they did just enough activities and took just enough trips together to get the image across. they threw parties. they attended parties. they were the picture perfect american family — they even had two cats in the yard! life used to be so hard!

of course, in reality, this all left ms alice quite the lonely gal. but don’t worry! she didn’t turn to hedonism! lord no! instead, she turned to other people. a lot of friendships — couldn’t tell if they were real or #fortheclout — but at a point, did it matter?

grooming tw: it all came to a screeching halt when she met luke johnson, the son of their neighbors. he came back from california to georgia to visit family, care for his ailing father. oh, he was a good man! sure, he was ‘somewhat’ older than her — 27 when she was 16 — but he was such a good, handsome young man! and they were all still calling him young man, after all.

alice ‘began’ a torrid affair with luke after about a month into his visit. although she saw no immediate wrong in it, he insisted she keep it a secret ‘for the time being’ — which really just made it all the more exciting! he made all the storm clouds that hovered disappear.

one day, the levee broke for alice (still figuring out what exactly happened because i don’t wanna go too dark since this is already extremely dark, but trust that it had something to do with her parents and was just enough to push her over the edge). convinced luke was the only safe person, she turned to him. knowing their small community would catch on and essentially exile him, he took that opportunity to convince her to go back to santa monica with him where they could ‘start anew’ after his father’s death.

there are a few details i plan on adding regarding like. how legality playing into it. but i may just reserve those for an official bio lhakfsdfj

**BEGINNING OF SUPER DARK** for a while, there was the question of whether they should consider it a kidnapping or not. she went with him willingly, but she was still underage (and… you know, that age difference… the power dynamic... gross y’all). the adams insisted that it was (bc it basically was lbr) — primarily because it would make them look far better — but the community still questioned the logistics and legalities of it all… ugh. did the police really wanna deal with that? ugh.

in any case, on the other side of us america, autumn was nearing. alice would have the very occasional inquiry over how school would work (very occasional! don’t worry, luke!), over the logistics of her new life… and, after receiving multiple calls from various friends (in addition to her siblings) that sounded genuine, began wondering… if she’d made the right choice. questions about him.

when she began bringing up the idea of going back — at least for the school year!! — he would continuously remind her that she was not old enough to buy herself a plane ticket (and he was not about to do that). she also couldn’t rent a car yet (and he certainly wouldn’t let her take (one of) his car(s)!). but most importantly? he loved her. and she loved him. (what a creep!)

so, for a hot second, it seemed like she was stuck. damn legalities!! damn love!! you know, until she texted her older sister back with all of the problems that only being 16... and “in love”.... caused. her sister offered to fly down, buy her a plane ticket, and fly back with her.

when luke saw this (with all the unrestricted access to her phone he had so he could block, delete, and manipulate as he pleased), he confronted her. things went awry. she wound up in his budding wine cellar (which he soon emptied, of course… those merlots :( ….). he messaged back and, as her, said it was actually all good!! luke had figured out the logistics and she could call whenever she wanted!!

and those calls became frequent! because she would pick up when luke held it up to her! because she was pretty sure luke would kill her if she didn’t!

she wasn’t sure how long it was until she was officially Found. it took what was ruled a suicide by luke, a shot to the head and heroin in his system, to finally get any authority’s attention. all she knew was that she went to santa monica in mid june and she stopped seeing regular daylight by late july. so some time in august to some time in april… **END OF SUPER DARK + GROOMING**

she was returned to georgia shortly after and everything was different. from herself to her friends. but everything was also the same. from her room to her family. it was all… teasing. she began going to therapy, but she really sucked at it?? so she just let her therapist rely on various articles that covered the event. because it had been a media circus. good enough, amirite??

she didn’t have the will or patience to put on that peppy facade she’d had before, but there were still a few things she found a smidge of joy in. music (although her taste had… slightly altered and wow! it’d been almost a year since she’d picked up that bass!), videography… just those small things, you know??

for the first half of the ~ 2014 fall semester ~, she attempted actual school. really was not working out. with, for probably the first and only time, her parents’ approval and understanding, she dropped out and studied for a ged -- shorter and self-led -- instead.

she passed with a pretty decent grade... but it’s been argued that she really shouldn’t have gotten into pratt institute (she was at least realistic and didn’t apply to, like… cornell), but she did. national news helps.

while in the concrete jungle where dreams are made of, she learned of masters. she submitted an application as a joke — because her grades sucked!!!!! — but guess who got a job?? oh, she could pretend it was because her selected portfolio was actually genuinely good… but, man… we all know…

fun fact: my uncle applied to harvard as a joke. some twenty-five years later, we still haven’t heard back :\

she… continues to suck. like… she kinda wants the place to eventually burn down?? figuratively speaking (or is it…) but ya, for all the monopolizing she has seen turn people Evil?? but the hell can she do about it… just gotta make sure she keeps her in-house videographer job… maybe she can do something about it when she like… is capable. fuaihoelwdjkn

she sees an in-house therapist and i’d say ‘good for her,’ but it was mandated l m a o

doesn’t talk about herself all that much!! but that might not matter for some people, yk?? ugh journalism <3

y’all im so bad at ending intros.

TL;DR:

(consult above trigger list): bright kid in a super rich and toxic family because obviously. everything they did was just to look good <3 also they all had ‘a’ names which is the biggest tragedy of all :( ‘fell in love’ when she was 16ys/o with a 27y/o who was visiting to care for his father in his final days. had a torrid affair. creep. creep (luke) basically made her ‘fall in love.’ she thought creep was the only safe person at one point and creep was like ‘wanna go back 2 santa monica w me?’ and she was like ‘yes.’ and everyone was like ‘was this kidnapping... we cant tell....’ then he became even more possessive when she started questioning him and some logistics. when she finally found a way she could go back to georgia for a spell, he was like ‘no u can go in my wine cellar btw i will be taking all of the wine out.’ he kept her there from august to april and... only reason he didnt keep keeping her was bc he was Caught so. back to georgia where the devil went down. everything was Worse. even the things that were the same. but hey, the sob story that landed her in the news plenty of times got her into a college she shouldn’t have gotten into and gave her a leg-up in a joke application for a job at masters (in-house videographer). really bad at doing her work but like... fuck the man i guess??

PERSONALITY + HEADCANONS:

has no time for Fake Nice (which, as a born southerner, she’s really good at sniffing out!). has no time for arrogance. kind of makes her at odds with the nyc upper class...

on that note, still got a lil bit of some georgia twang

she lets herself indulge in various vices, but has left a previous hedonist status. weed and alcohol are still pretty common, but everything else is kept at arm’s length.

also, while on that topic, she Does Not drink wine. being trapped in a cellar... kinda makes u averse. like. literally despises it. will go on autopilot and make it KNOWN if offered wine.

also ALSO while on that topic, after looking it up and seeing she fits the new york city requirements, she has a medical marijuana card <3 the one good thing, if u ask her, to come out of therapy/psychiatry <3 will not show it off unless absolutely NECESSARY bc then it gets personal or <3 will lie about why and say it’s like for epilepsy or sumn unless ur rolfe but <3 she has it <3

at odds with herself. enjoys the company of others, definitely has a history of being an extrovert, but has become very selective with the company she keeps.

VERY private person! has had enough public standing!

...has occasionally used her story to advance her tho bc it’s her national newsworthy tragic story and she can exploit it if she wants <3

when good charlotte said “i don’t wanna be in love”?? she felt that. her last ‘relationship’ ruined that for her <3 save her <3

used to be really into pop! bc pop is fun! she loved some britney (i mean... she still does... how can u not!)! but. her taste has changed drastically. rarely listens to pop. has traded britney for like.... hole and the like.

her parents didn’t use this as the basis for her name but,, 2 me,,, she’s named alice for a reason <3 gotta luv alice in chains <3

y’all i found a youtube comment on a video called ‘nirvana - half the man i used to be’ (the song was, in fact, ‘creep’ by stone temple pilots) and it’s <3 her music taste <3 click here for it <3

the above said, dresses like she’s in seattle in the early 90s.

her rumor is true btw she DID catfish david hasselhoff and she will proudly tell u. it’s her best accomplishment.

completely stopped talking to her parents and got cut-off a while back ago so now she’s livin like the Prols

which is how a rich kid one of my profs once advised referred to his classmates.... hilarity ensues.

the above in mind, her parents say she’s testing the waters as a ‘normal person’ to save face. they can’t have anyone knowing their family isn’t perfect <3

she has a pet turtle whom she named “dr. turtle,” although he’s constantly referred to as “doc” or “the doc.” he has his own youtube channel and tiktok account.

she has a wall full of evidence that courtney love did not kill kurt cobain... it makes sense, believe me.

became a vegetarian...... partially because it was different from her original life and a way to control something, partially because this commercial made her feel SO BAD.

literally her default mode is stoned like... a totally sober alice is rarer than a nessie sighting

when she was 18, before she could ‘hold her liquor’ as well as she can now, she got a lil too drunk and now has a portrait tattoo of courtney love on her forearm. but it was done well at least!!

kind of ironic considering her career, but RARELY posts on any social media site except twitter. after the media circus in 2014 and All Eyes On Her, she’s just..... so tired...... of ppl seeing her face and being like ‘omg ur that wine cellar bitch!’

(drugs tw) has become more and more Addicted to playing around with fate. j chill on a ledge, talkin to some pals, but deciding it’s a good idea to swing her legs on the wrong side of ledge? totally! mixing a lot of alcohol with opioids which she is not accustomed to? DEF!! (end tw)

more to come!!

CONNECTION IDEAS:

i have two (2) queued up!! but while we wait for them to post, i’ll just… link them over here: 1, 2

muse u <3 the other half of her subplot from the main <3

her older sister!

her younger sibling!

some of the basics!! you know: close pal, roommate, drug buddies (but she gotta hit them up), fwb, ons, frenemies, enemy

ppl who recognize her from the 2014 luke johnson articles and have either brought it up or,,,,,,, act Awkward™

cld be fun 2 just have like. a jam bud. someone who plays any instrument and they j. jam sometimes.

ppl she sells. some of her medical marijuana to. bc yk what weed may be legal in nyc now but,,,, she’s still found a way to be broke she will accept anything. and also it just became legalized THIS YEAR so!!

i have a budding wc page @ https://escxpiism.tumblr.com/wcs (and when i say budding, i MEAN budding) so feel free 2 check it out!!

more to come!!

#masters.intro #alice | intro !#this took me like....... 2hrs 2 write so i do indeed think my mind is fooling me and actually lagging behind.

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Alone in the Ashes {epilogue}

A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfction, characters belong to Sarah J Maas. Modern au. Revolves around Nesta x Cassian, Feyre x Rhysand, and Elain x Azriel. Other characters appear throughout. Based on multiple prompts sent in by anons tbr below.

Warning: Mature content. Alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, drugs, sex, language, eating disorders.

For summary & chapter index, click > Alone in the Ashes {Acotar}

Word Count: Short & Sweet

A/N: Thank you for reading & being so sweet with all the love. xx

also, shoutout to @the-regal-warrior for helping me come up with a baby name...i love u.

Even Mila had yet to see her baby brother.

Having a five year old in a hospital wasn’t ideal, so they had Mila stay with Feyre and Rhysand until they brought him home.

As they rode in the car toward their townhouse, the baby slept soundly in the backseat. Elain was completely exhausted, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t wait to introduce him to everyone.

And everyone was waiting, their cards lining the road in front of the townhouse.

Azriel yawned as he pulled into the driveway. “They couldn’t come...I don’t know...next week sometime?”

“I just pushed a baby out of my body,” Elain said, undoing her seatbelt. “If I can do an hour of introducing our son to our family, so can you.”

Azriel chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Fair enough.”

Elain got out of the car and headed up the drive as Azriel pulled the carseat out of the middle of the back. He was still sleeping.

It was hard being three days old.

The minute Elain opened the door, she was grinning.

They all stood there. Mor, Amren, Feyre, Cassian, Nesta, and Rhysand, Mila in his arms, beneath a banner that read Welcome baby boy!

Elain cursed her hormones as her eyes lined with tears.

Azriel came up behind her, yawning, once again.

Elain didn’t know why he was yawning so much.

He didn’t push a baby out of his vagina recently.

She blamed such thoughts on the hormones.

Everyone was grinning wildly, but they remained quiet, careful not to startle the newborn.

All but Mila, anyway.

“BROTHER!” she screamed, and Azriel froze in the doorway.

“Shhhh,” Rhysand laughed. “You have to be quiet, remember?”

“Oh,” Mila began, eyes wide, voice a whisper. “Yeah. Sorry. Brother.”

They all laughed quietly as Azriel came into the entryway and set the car seat onto the wooden floorboards.

There he was, a head full of dark hair and Azriel’s tan complexion. He was still fast asleep, wearing a onesie that read “Mommy’s little studmuffin”. There was a muffin on the butt of the pants. When Elain purchased it, she had cried for an hour.

Damn hormones.

“Meet Alexander Isaac Asghar.”

The women swooned.

Even Cassian swooned.

Rhysand hid his face behind Mila to keep from tearing up.

They would call him Zander, and his middle name came from Elain’s father, from the sacrifice he had made to ensure that Zander had a father in his life. And his last name was Azriel’s, of course, the same last name that Mila now had.

A name Elain herself would have, soon, too. Azriel had proposed months ago, but they promised to keep the wedding planning at bay until after the baby came.

Now that he was there, though, Elain was itching to get started. White dress. Lilies. An outdoor wedding with white fold out chairs filled with people. Her sisters by her side. Azriel waiting for her at the end of the aisle.

It would happen.

Soon.

Feyre and Nesta were holding Elain in her arms, congratulating her. Cassian was clapping Azriel on the shoulder. Rhysand was still holding Mila, telling her how important it was for her to keep her voice down and be gentle.

“Just look, don’t touch, just look, don’t touch….” Feyre whispered, as she bent down over the carseat, where baby Alexander was sleeping.

Azriel gave Rhysand a curious glance.

“She has serious baby fever,” Rhysand explained.

Feyre’s eyes snapped to her husband’s. “Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing?”

Rhysand rolled his eyes as he let Mila onto the ground, at last.

She crawled to the side of the car seat and peeked over the edge. Azriel’s arm went around Elain as they watched the sight. Even Azriel teared up as he watched - and he did not have new mommy hormones.

Mila smiled as she took Alexander’s tiny little hand. “Hi, little brother.”

When Elain looked up at Azriel, he was already watching her. He kissed her, softly, before wrapping both of his arms around her.

They were both thinking the same thing.

This was their family.

Their little, unorganized, messy, completely perfect family.

~~~~~

Nesta was living with Cassian. She had moved in with him nearly a month before Alexander had been born, so that Azriel and Elain could transform her room into a nursery. She didn’t mind. She completely understood.

Besides, she liked living with Cassian.

For many, many different reasons. They had been together for a while, and as obnoxious and cocky as he was, she found he was the ideal roommate. Clean, good in the kitchen, better in the bedroom...he checked off everything on her list.

“Alexander’s a cute little thing, isn’t he?” Cassian called from the bathroom.

Nesta had just laid back on their bed as she agreed. “He looks so much like Azriel.”

Cassian chuckled. “Yeah, he does.”

“Do you ever want kids?” Nesta asked.

“With you?” Cassian asked. “I like making babies.”

Nesta laughed, quietly. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation, Cass.”

Cassian didn’t reply until a moment later, when he came around the corner of the bedroom and leaned against the door frame. He was ready for bed, hair still damp from his shower, shorts hanging low on his hips.

“Someday,” he answered, at last. “Do you?”

“I used to not,” she answered, honestly, propping herself up on her elbow to look at him. “Now, I don’t know. Maybe.”

Cassian’s eyebrows rose as he meandered toward the bed. “With me?”

“Maybe,” she said, eyes bright. “If you’re lucky.”

“Ah,” he laughed, crawling onto the bed and pushing her back. He hovered over her as he said, “I’ve been lucky so far. I’m not too worried.”

Nesta shook her head and pushed his hair back, out of his face. She reached up to kiss him, softly. “I want to be married first though. For a few years. Enjoy that little bit of freedom in the married life before babies come.”

Cassian pulled back, eyebrows furrowed. “Wait - we’re not married?”

Nesta rolled her eyes and pushed against his chest.

“No, I’m serious,” Cassian said, but he was laughing as she rolled her eyes, again. “I’m pretty sure I’ve asked. I haven’t proposed?”

“If you have, it wasn’t very memorable,” she said, head cocked to the side.

“Hmmmm,” Cassian began, pretending to think long and hard as he propped himself on his elbows, one elbow resting on each side of her head. “No, no, I’m pretty sure I’ve asked. You must be mistaken.”

“You’re so full of shit,” she muttered.

He laughed softly, his body shaking against hers. “Fine. Maybe I’ll have to ask again, then.”

Nesta’s eyes softened as she asked, “Is that so?”

Cassian nodded, and pressed his mouth against hers.

“When will that be?” Nesta whispered.

Didn’t he know by now that she hated surprises?

Cassian’s eyes were bright as he leaned back. “Oh, when you’re least expecting it.”

Nesta’s mouth formed a tight line.

Oh, he definitely knew.

“Cruel bastard,” she mumbled, but Cassian only laughed.

Nesta couldn’t stay mad, though. Especially not as his hands wandered up her shirt, as his mouth hungrily found the side of her neck.

The entire time they made love, though, all Nesta could think about was one thing.

Cassian Nazari wanted to marry her.

Maybe that was a surprise she would happily, and patiently, wait for.

But, if he didn’t ask her soon enough, she would fucking as him herself.

~~~~~

Rhysand awoke to an empty bed the morning after they had welcomed baby Zander home from the hospital.

He leaned up on his side and looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand.

It was just after 7.

On a Saturday.

“Feyre?” he called, voice raspy.

She didn’t answer.

Sitting up, Rhysand rubbed his eyes. The sun was peeking through the curtains, bright in the early morning light. Just as he was about to pull himself out of bed, Feyre came through the door. She looked absolutely stunning, dressed in one of his hoodies, her long hair messy from sleep. Her hands were shoved into the pocket.

Rhysand fell back against the mattress, smiling softly. “You’re up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” she said, but her eyes were bright. She was wide awake.

She sat on the mattress next to him, on her knees.

And she stared at him, smiling.

“Yes?” Rhysand asked, huffing a laugh as he yawned.

“Close your eyes,” she whispered.

“Ooh, I like this game,” he muttered, eyes fluttering shut.

“Calm down, cowboy,” she laughed. “Alright. Hold out your hand.”

He did so, and was met a moment later with cool plastic in the palm of his hand.

Feyre said nothing.

“Can I open my eyes?” Rhysand asked, laughing quietly.

Feyre didn’t answer, but Rhysand opened his eyes anyway, to find her eyes bright and blurry. He looked down at his hand, at the pregnancy test sitting in his palm. He blinked, his thoughts going blank.

It was positive.

“This is a pregnancy test,” he said, at last, because it was the only thing that came out.

Feyre nodded, slowly, clearly taking in his reaction.

“It’s positive,” he said.

Feyre laughed, nodding, once more.

“Which….you….” He finally looked up from the test, up to his wife, who was grinning from ear to ear, eyes lined with tears. “You’re pregnant.”

“Yeah,” she breathed, “Rhys, I’m pregnant.”

Rhysand blinked, rapidly. “With...a baby?”

“Typically that’s what women become pregnant with,” she laughed, crawling on top of Rhysand, straddling his lap. She took his face into her hands. “We’re having a baby, Rhys.”

“We’re having a baby,” he repeated, quietly.

Feyre nodded, brushing his cheeks softly with her thumbs.

“We’re having a baby!” he said, dropping the test and taking Feyre into his arms. He threw her down on the bed and hovered over her. Then stilled. “Fuck, sorry, I should be more careful-”

“I’m pregnant, Rhys, not breakable,” she muttered, pulling him down to meet her lips. She kissed him, passionately, running her hands down his bare back.

Rhysand rested his forehead against hers as he breathed, “Fuck.”

“You’re happy?” she whispered.

Rhysand pulled back, eyes wide. “Of course, I am. We made a little person. There’s….fuck, there’s a baby in there.”

He lifted his hoodie up that covered her body.

Feyre rolled her eyes when he purposely exposed her breasts, too. Gently, Rhysand brushed his fingers up her body - over her abdomen, between her breasts, up to her face to cup her cheek.

“I’m so happy,” he breathed.

Feyre couldn’t contain herself any longer. She began to cry soft, happy tears. “Me too.”

The last year had been an adventure. They had found peace, had healed, had forgiven themselves, had moved on. They spent time with their family, making new memories and welcoming a new tiny member of their crazy little crew into the world.

And now, at seven on a Saturday morning, they found out they would be welcoming another little member soon, too.

“I love you,” Feyre breathed.

Rhysand felt an overwhelming sense of peace and joy as he said, “I love you, too.”

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JSE Fic- An (Almost) Unhappy Birthday

AN: I know it’s a day late and the drawing I originally planned isn’t done, but I had to post SOMETHING for the sad dad’s birthday, so I settled on something I know for sure I’m good at. And hey, late is better than never! This took me SO long and I swear I cried every time I read through it to edit it. But I’m really, really proud of it and I hope you guys enjoy reading it just as much as I did writing it!

((TW: Alcoholism, suicidal ideation))

Chase sat in the back of his car, splayed out across the seats. He stared out of the windshield from where he was, watching the wind rustle the low-hanging branches on the trees that lined the sunlit street. He didn't know whether to be grateful for the pleasant weather or wish for rain to better match the mood. Luckily, it wasn't hot enough to need the AC, so he had that going for him, he figured.

He sighed, running a hand down his face before allowing his arm to fall limp against the leather seat. He looked over to the bottle beside him. It was half-empty. He never drank and drove -- he wasn't stupid -- so he would only pull out the bottle when he was in the forest, at the cairn he made in honor of love lost. But today… he didn't care. He didn't plan on going anywhere. He just wanted to sit and drink and do nothing else until the day ended.

He'd been paying attention. He knew what day it was. April 11th. His birthday. But he didn't plan on celebrating. What the hell was there to celebrate? His miserable existence? Chase scoffed and rolled his eyes, shaking his head bitterly. No, all he's known since the day he was born was pain and heartbreak and suffering. He tried to be that ray of sunshine he wanted to be, he really did. And despite everything, he succeeded, for a time. But the day he lost his wife, lost his kids, lost everything… it all went downhill from there and only got worse as the years went on. His best friend is in a coma, has been for three years now. Chase already resigned himself to believing Jack was dead. And for a time -- nine months exactly -- Henrik was gone, too, leaving him with nothing but Jack's channel and the job to take over while the YouTuber was out of commission. He had no one to turn to, not really. And sure, Marvin was watching over him, protecting him, but… he wasn't a therapist. He wasn't about to bug Marvin with his problems. That wasn't his job. His only job was to keep Anti away while Chase recorded, while he wore Jack's name. And forget about Jackie -- hell knows where he went. Hadn't heard from him in years. So he turned to whiskey to ease the pain, and while he still had hope left, visited Jack as often as he could.

But you all already know this story, don't you?

Chase wrapped his fingers around the familiar neck of the whiskey bottle, keeping them there and making no moves to pick it up. He laughed to himself, absentmindedly wondering how much whiskey it would take to get alcohol poisoning. He glanced down at the paper bag on the floor of the car, seeing that same, familiar cap peeking out, this one new and untouched.

Today, he planned to find out.

It's not like anyone would fuckin' find me, anyway, Chase reasoned. No one can see through my windows, and I haven't heard from anybody in fuckin' forever so it's not like they'll be checkin' up on me. Chase felt himself tearing up again as he pulled the bottle close, unscrewing the cap. The familiar smell hit him, strong as ever. A strange comfort, for sure, but the only comfort he had left.

"Down the hatch," he whispered. He was just about to press the bottle to his lips when out of the corner of his eye he saw his phone light up. Not a second later it began to buzz. Chase sighed, screwing the cap back on and setting the bottle down. He picked up the phone with reluctance and read who was calling.

Henrik. Of course he was.

Chase debated on just letting it ring, just ignoring the call. He didn't exactly feel like talking. All he wanted to do today was (quite literally) drink himself to death in peace. He wondered if Henrik would even care, if he would even think to call back if he didn't answer. Would he come looking? Would he be worried? Chase sat and debated and pondered over this, and by the time he went to react, the vibrating had stopped and the car was silent once more. Chase tossed the phone aside and slumped back against the seat, blowing his unkempt hair out of his face.

Would Henrik miss him if he was gone? Of course, Henrik's saved his life before, but things were different now and he knew that he hadn't exactly become the easiest person in the world to deal with since all this happened. He wondered if Henrik would care, or if he would be glad to be rid of him, of someone who's just become a nuisance. He went to reach for the bottle again when his phone lit up once more. A glance told him that it was Henrik calling back. He didn't make any moves to pick up the phone, just letting it ring and ring and ring until it stopped. No use ruining Henrik's day with the same depressing bullshit he always spews. Just because he wasn't happy didn't mean Henrik had to be unhappy, too. The man already suffers enough.

Though he refused to touch the bottle, just in case he changed his mind.

Once more the phone lit up, the generic ringtone filling the still air of the car. Chase didn't move, just staring off into space and stewing in his thoughts. And once again, the phone eventually fell silent.

Though a second later, it lit up again. This time, it was a text message. And then there was another. And another. And Chase finally gave in and picked up his phone, reading the messages -- all from Henrik, of course.

Henrik: Chase?

H: Chase are you okay?

H: Answer me please

Chase unlocked his phone and stared at the messages. A moment later a new one came in.

H: Please tell me you are safe. Please.

Chase couldn't help but feel bad. He didn't want Henrik to worry, that wasn't his intention. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what to say. Finally, a final message came in.

H: Chase, please do not tell me you did what I think you did. Please, answer me!

Chase's heart was in his throat and a pit opened up in his stomach. He began to type out a short, two-word reply when he was interrupted. Henrik was calling again. He let out a breath to calm his nerves. No way he was ignoring him now. Out of all the things Chase was, what he wasn't was an asshole. He slid his finger over the answer button and held the phone up to his ear.

"Yeah?"

"Chase! Oh, danke dem Herrn oben. Chase, I am so glad you are alright. I was so worried about you, my friend! I thought… I thought something had happened to you!"

Chase chuckled humorlessly. "Don't worry, I'm okay."

"Were you busy?"

"I was…" Chase sighed. He was going to say he was driving, but he didn't want to lie to him. It would be wrong of him to make him feel foolish on top of scaring him half to death. "I'm sorry. I… didn't wanna bog you down with my bad mood. Just because I'm always sad… that doesn't mean you should be, too."

"Oh, Chase…"

Chase grimaced. He could practically see the pitied look on the doctor's face.

"Chase, you know that I am always here for you, yes?"

"...yeah," Chase answered reluctantly. Though everyone always says that, yet no one ever stays.

"You may not believe it," Henrik continued, "but I like helping you. Nothing worthwhile comes easy, you know."

"...so you're saying that I'm hard to deal with?" Saying that out loud caused a sharp twinge to resonate in his chest.

"Ch-Chase, no! That-- that is not what I am saying at all!"

"It's whatever, Henrik. I…" Chase sighed. "I know what you meant."

There was an awkward, strained silence between them before anyone spoke again.

"What was it you were even calling me for?" inquired Chase.

"I, um… I wanted to take you out for dinner tonight. You know… for the occasion. Like we used to do."

Chase bit his lip. Right, like they used to. Only it used to be him, Henrik, and Jack. He quickly wiped away the tears that threatened to spill.

"U-uh… n-no thank you, Henrik. I'm… I'm good."

"...Are you sure?"

Chase's heart lurched at the blatant disappointment in Henrik's voice. "Y-yeah, I mean… I'm not really… not really in a state to be goin' out anywhere…"

"Have you been drinking?" Henrik asked curiously.

"Huh? Oh, no, no," Chase answered honestly. "It's not that, just… I don't have any clean clothes and I haven't showered in… a while. Tch, much less fuckin' brushed my teeth."

"Oh, is that all?" Chase could hear Henrik laugh over the phone. "Well, those are an easy fix! You can clean yourself up at my place, and I have plenty of clean clothes for you to wear. We do wear the same sizes, after all. Come on! What do you say?"

Chase sighed. He had no excuses now. And hey, maybe it was for the best, he figured, if he spent his birthday with someone rather than alone. Plus, the whiskey he bought will still be there by the time the day is over and he's back to living out of his car. He can still do what he planned to, even if it's a day later. So he could take today to make his last meal with his closest living friend a good one.

"Alright," Chase decided. "Text me your address and I'll be over in ten."

"Oh, great! Yes, I will do that right away. See you soon, Chase!"

"Yeah, see you soon, Henrik."

He let Henrik hang up the phone, keeping it in his hand until the text message came in with Henrik's address. As he waited he couldn't help but grin to himself, recalling the sheer excitement in Henrik's voice. It's been a long, long time since he's heard him that excited. Though, to be fair, there was nothing of late that would ignite such excitement, not with everything going on. As soon as his phone buzzed and lit up, Chase moved to open the door and step out of the car. He opened the driver's seat door and turned the car on, rolling down the windows to remove the towels he'd draped there as makeshift curtains. Once the back passenger door was shut, his "curtains" laying bunched up on the back seat, he finally got in the car, buckled his seatbelt, and entered Henrik's address into the GPS. As he began to drive off, he was thankful he held off on drinking. He wouldn't be driving to see Henrik right now otherwise.

It took Chase about a half hour or so to reach Henrik's house. He always loved how big it was. Of course, doctors make a lot of money and Henrik was a doctor of more than one degree, so he was, needless to say, doing very well for himself.

And, of course, you can't exactly get evicted from a house you bought if you leave for nine months.

Shaking the thought from his head, he stepped out of the car and headed up the steps to Henrik's front door. Just looking at the exterior of the house made him feel gross. Henrik's place wasn't a mansion, exactly, but it was a really nice house. Very clean and well-kept, which Chase was not. Not currently, anyway. Suddenly he was really looking forward to that shower. He raised his hand and began to knock.

Chase could hear a faint call of "Coming!" from behind the door, and not a moment later the door swung open and Henrik was standing there, arms outstretched and eyes sparkling. Chase gratefully accepted his hug, biting down hard on his lip to keep himself from crying. It's been so long, too long, since he'd gotten a hug from anyone. He didn't realize just how much he missed it. How much he needed one.

"Oh, it is so good to see you, my friend!" Henrik beamed, squeezing Chase lovingly. He then pulled away, stretching out his palm to welcome him inside. "Come in, come in!" he ushered.

Chase headed inside, hearing the door click shut behind him. A sense of what Chase could only describe as warmth washed over him. Of course, he'd been over to Henrik's place many times over the years, but this time it felt… different, somehow. He couldn't place why.

"House looks great as ever, Henrik," Chase smiled.

"Oh, why thank you!"

"New table, I see?"

"Oh, yes," Henrik headed over and stood by the kitchen table. "Yes, it was time for a new one. The other one was getting old."

"How long have you even had that for? Almost as long as you've had a house you've had that table."

"Yes, it has been years. It was bittersweet, letting it go, but… in with the new, out with the old, as they say!"

I'm sure he said the phrase backwards, Chase chuckled to himself.

"Now, while I am in the kitchen, can I get you anything before you take your shower?"

"Uhh… no, I think I'm good. Thanks, though."

"Oh, is nothing. I will grab you a change of clothes. Wait one moment."

"Righty-o," Chase replied.

"Oh, um, feel free to take a seat. You do not have to stand around. Go on, make yourself at home! I will be right back." With that, Henrik ducked out of the kitchen and headed up the stairs to his room.

Chase just nodded to himself. With how dirty he was (or at least, how he felt he was), he didn't feel all that comfortable sitting on the couch. He didn't want to dirty the new table either, but wood could be more easily cleaned than fabric, so he opted to sit at the table.

He agreed with Henrik on how bittersweet it was to let go of his old dining table. He didn't realize how much he missed the familiar squeak the chair made as he sat down until it wasn't there anymore. But he knew that, with time, this chair, too, would become worn with use and have its own signature squeak.

Though Chase knew he wouldn't be here for that.

He sighed heavily, resting his head in his hand, his elbow propped up on the table. He could feel that familiar ache blooming in his chest, threatening to swallow him. He sighed again and shivered, teeth chattering even though he wasn't cold. And then he yawned. He hadn't realized just how tired he was. Of course, sleeping in the back seat of your car every night meant you never slept well. And even before that, he was always tired, always worn down. But that's what a hopeless life will do to you, he knew.

Before long he was pulled from his thoughts, hearing footsteps bounding down the stairs. Henrik came into view, a bundle of neatly folded clothes in his arms.

"Here you are, Chase," Henrik said, handing him the pile of clothes. "The bathroom with the shower is upstairs."

"Mm, yeah. I remember. Thanks, Schneep."

"Is no problem at all! Now, go wash up. I will be waiting in the living room."

"Yeah, alright."

Chase headed up the stairs, one hand cradling the bundle of clothes and one hand remaining firm on the hand rail. It may have been forever since he'd been here, but he knew the layout of the house like the back of his hand. He could see Henrik's room at the very end of the hall. On the right was his office, and on the left was the bathroom. He ducked in, not hesitating to turn the shower on and get undressed.

Chase could have cried, feeling soap and hot water enveloping him for the first time in what felt like ages. He gave everywhere a good scrubbing, running fingers through his now-untangled hair, letting the hot water hit his body, taking in the smell of steam and body wash. He regretted all those times he didn't have the energy or motivation to shower, swearing that he would never take it for granted ever again.

Though, he remembered that it was going to be his last. That same melancholy opened up in his chest again and he sighed, movements slowing as he mulled that over. It was almost funny, how easy it was to forget his plan. He scoffed to himself, knowing that that probably meant he wouldn't have the balls to follow through with it when the time comes.

He decided he'll see what happens when that moment arrives.

For now he stepped out of the shower, drying himself off with the towel Henrik had laid out for him. He pulled on the fresh pair of boxers Henrik gave him alongside his clothes, and--

Wait.

For the first time, Chase took a good look at the clothes Henrik gave him. He stood, befuddled, mostly surprised that he hadn't noticed. Did this man really just give me a suit? Chase questioned. What the hell kind of restaurant is he taking me to?! Whatever it was, it was going to be fancy, clearly. Chase wasn't sure he was ready for all that, but it was too late to back out now. He sighed and looked around the bathroom. Now that he was clean, he realized just how awful his breath tasted. A glance at the sink allowed him to find a clearly new toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste laid out side-by-side, as if put there on purpose. He knew it wasn't Henrik's -- his toothbrush was in a little plastic cup by the faucet. This new toothbrush could only be meant for him, then, since Henrik lived alone. Chase headed over to the sink, thinking that the smarter idea was to brush his teeth before he got dressed, just in case he spilled toothpaste on his suit jacket.

He chuckled to himself as he brushed his teeth, remembering the time he did that before a date with Stacy. Hardly anyone noticed, but god did he feel ridiculous the entire time. He could only laugh now. It was funny that, at one point, a toothpaste stain was the only thing he had to worry about. Something that mattered so little at the end of the day.

And now look where he is, what's happened to him since then.

He shook his head to clear it, pulling himself back into the moment. He brushed his teeth well, rinsed with mouthwash, spit, and wiped his mouth. As he breathed in, he could feel how cool and minty and fresh his breath was. Brushing his teeth was another thing he wouldn't take for granted.

Chase looked up, staring at himself in the mirror. The first thing he noticed was his eyes, deep, purple rings around them, no doubt from constant exhaustion. He shook his head. I look like a raccoon, he thought bitterly. As he did this, he watched his hair flop back and forth. He brushed it out of his eyes, thankfully staying in place because it was still damp. He needed a haircut; it was far too long for his liking. But he could deal for tonight.

For what felt like the billionth time within the last few hours, he pulled himself from his thoughts. He went to get dressed, slipping his arms through the sleeves of the white shirt and buttoning it up. Next came the pants, which he pulled on and tucked the shirt into. Then came the tie -- which had been hidden underneath the shirt -- and finally, came the jacket. He looked himself over in the mirror. He looked… good. He actually looked good. He couldn't help but smile and puff out his chest a little. Of course, the pants were a tiny bit big, but he knew Schneep had a belt he could borrow. He was a little surprised, though; he figured he would have gained weight thanks to all the crap he's been forced to eat. But at the same time… it was rare for him to have much of an appetite nowadays, so he ate a lot less than he used to. Maybe that was why, he figured. But, no matter. He threw his dirty clothes into the hamper on instinct, though after doing so wondering if that was the best thing to do. He wasn't sure if Henrik was willing to wash his clothes. He'd have to ask later. For right now, he headed out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

Henrik gasped when he saw Chase, hands flying to his mouth and eyes sparkling. He looked like a proud father. Even more so, since in the time Chase showered, Henrik seemed to have also put on a suit of his own. "Oh, Chase, the suit looks so nice on you! Does it fit okay?"

Chase couldn't help but blush, looking away sheepishly. "Uh, y-yeah, it fits fine. Gonna need a belt, though."

"Ah, no problem. I definitely have one lying around. I will grab it for you."

"Thanks. Um…"

"What is it?"

"What kind of restaurant are we going to, exactly?"

"Oh, um…" it was Henrik's turn to look sheepish. "I, um… Well, I know it was a bit of a, how you say, ballsy move to do this, but… I made reservations for a nice restaurant downtown. I passed by it sometime last month and knew from the very moment I saw it that I had to take you. I remembered your birthday was coming up, so I figured the timing was just right and made reservations over the phone as soon as I got their number."

Chase couldn't help but feel touched. Touched, and really guilty that he'd originally declined. Henrik must have noticed it flash briefly on Chase's face, because he was quick to reassure him.

"O-oh, it would have been alright with me if you did not want to go. I know I did not tell you beforehand so you would not have known. And I could have easily canceled, anyway. No need to worry about that."

Chase just nodded, looking away. Finally, he drew in a breath to speak. "I… I dunno what I did to deserve you, man, but… seriously, thank you. This… this means a lot to me. It really does."

"Aw, is no big deal. I would do anything for you. And I know that you deserve to have a good birthday, one that is not spent in the car all alone and drinking yourself away."

Chase flinched a little when Henrik said that. He knew he probably didn't mean anything by it, but… that was exactly what he had planned to do, quite literally. It was impossible, of course, but he couldn't help but wonder if Henrik knew more than he was letting on, if he read him so well that he knew that that was his plan. He shoved the thought to the back of his mind, instead just chuckling nervously.

"Uh… what time is the reservation for?"

"Six-thirty. It is…" Henrik glanced at his watch. "four o' two now, so we have about twenty or so minutes to kill before we should head out. You know how traffic is."

"God, do I," Chase agreed with a roll of his eyes.

Henrik patted down on the spot next to him, beckoning Chase to come sit. Chase obliged, sitting himself down next to Henrik. He sighed pleasedly -- it had been so long since he'd been on a couch. Yet another thing on his list of things he wouldn't ever take for granted.

And so the pair talked and caught up, and Henrik nearly forgot about the reservation entirely until he just so happened to check his watch and saw that they were two minutes past the time they should have left. Henrik shot up with a curse in German, hurrying up the stairs to grab a belt for Chase, and then coming back down and putting on his shoes. As Chase was buckling his belt, Henrik set a pair of black dress shoes identical to his own over by Chase's feet, mentioning that they were for him to wear. Chase nodded, pulling them on, and as soon as they were both ready they hurried out the door and into Henrik's car.

The ride was pleasant, thankfully the lessened traffic saving them a bit of time. The pair talked and laughed and joked the whole ride through -- they were halfway to their destination before Henrik remembered to turn on the radio. They arrived at the restaurant just as the sun was setting. It made for a pretty sight as they both stepped out of the car.

The restaurant was prettier, though.

It was dimly lit and very, very classy. For one thing, the carpet leading to the check-in counter was red, and the nearby rope partitions were gold with red rope, so that was the first indication of how high-end this place was. Chase looked around in awe as Henrik went up to the ornate, wooden counter -- there seemed to be ornate wood everywhere -- and stated his name and the reservation. And soon Henrik was beckoning Chase along, effectively pulling him from his trance, as a waitress guided them to their table. Chase couldn't help but feel giddy as the waitress set the menus down at a small booth seat meant for two people. Chase always loved the booth seats. He wondered if Henrik remembered that when making the reservation.

"How do you like it so far, Chase? Is nice, yes?"

"This place is… wow." Chase was breathless. It's been so long since he was somewhere this fancy.

"Well, let us hope the food holds up." Henrik noted.

"Oh, for sure," Chase nodded, agreeing.

The waitress came by, asking for their order of drinks. Henrik and Chase both got the same thing -- Diet Coke. Chase wanted a glass of wine to fit the mood of the place, but decided he wouldn't have any alcohol since Henrik couldn't have any. In the meantime, the pair looked over the menu.

"Have you decided on what you want to eat, Chase?" Henrik asked.

"No idea," Chase answered. The menu was so… expansive. He was having trouble deciding. It had been so long since he'd ordered from a menu like this, on top of that. He didn't even know what he was in the mood for. He was thankful, however, that on today of all days he had an appetite. It was probably because he didn't eat breakfast, but still. Well, he at least knew what he didn't want, which was a hamburger. He's eaten enough of those.

"Hm… I think I will get…" Henrik hummed, adjusting his glasses as he looked over the menu. "Well, the veal parm looks good. Maybe I will get that."

"Mm, I still need longer to look, I think," Chase responded.

Just then, the waitress came by, dropping off a small loaf of bread and a tiny ramekin of butter, as well as two small plates -- along with their drinks, of course. Chase and Henrik thanked the waitress as she passed by.

"That smells so good…" Chase commented. It took all he had in him to keep himself from drooling. He was so hungry.

"Ooh, I am definitely having a piece. I assume you want one as well, Chase?"

"Yes, please."

Henrik smiled, cutting Chase a piece first and spreading butter on it, placing it on one of the plates and passing it to him, before cutting himself a piece of his own. Chase thanked him gratefully, picking up the bread and taking a bite and--

Oh.

Chase felt his eyes well up. One hand squeezed into a fist and he took in a breath through his nose as he chewed. Do not cry, Chase, he willed himself. Do not cry. It was just… so good. The bread was warm and lightly sweet and the butter was salty but not too salty and melted perfectly on the bread and god, he'd forgotten entirely what it was like to eat real food. He'd missed this desperately. All he'd known these past few months was cheap dollar-menu cheeseburgers and unsatisfying, tiny breakfast sandwiches.

"Are you okay, Chase?" Henrik asked, brows knitted in concern.

"'m fine," he spoke through a full mouth. He realized how impolite that was and swallowed. "I'm fine."

Henrik nodded, watching as Chase took a moment to compose himself before going back to eating. He understood, of course, after all he'd been through. He certainly wasn't judging him for it, but he did worry. And he wasn't oblivious. There were a lot of little hidden cues he's picked up on. From the scare over the phone this morning to how hopelessly sad he looked up until he got out of the shower, he knew that Chase needed him now more than ever. And Henrik would be there for him, he swore, until his dying breath. It's what Chase needs, and it's what he deserves.

Despite knowing what he wanted, Henrik had gone back to absentmindedly flipping through the menu. He spotted the salad section and perked up.

"Oh, Chase, did you want to order a salad with your meal?"

"Oh, yes please. I desperately need one of those. Something healthy for once after all the junk I've been eating."

Henrik laughed at Chase's response. He's gotten so mature over the years. At one point he'd gawk at getting a salad, and now he's completely on board with it. Henrik felt a strange sense of pride swell up within him at that.

The waitress came back over finally and asked each of them what they wanted. Henrik got a house salad with Italian dressing and he decided on the veal parm. Chase got a wedge salad (Henrik was sure it was the bacon bits that enticed him) and a steak with grilled vegetables on the side. Chase swore it was the most adult meal he's ever ordered at a restaurant -- usually he doesn't go for steak, but this time he felt he should get one. Just because. The waitress marked down their orders, thanked them, and left, heading to wherever the kitchen was, the pair assumed.

"Are you enjoying yourself so far, Chase?" Henrik asked.

"God, yeah," Chase nodded enthusiastically. "I'm probably gonna say this a bajillion times, but seriously, dude, thank you so much for taking me here."

"Oh, you are very welcome, Chase!" Henrik beamed. "It makes me happy to see you happy. And that is all I want. I just want you to be happy."

"God, dude, stop it, you're gonna make me start cryin' again!" Chase laughed, wiping his eyes. He seriously had no idea who blessed him to have a man like Henrik in his life, but he knew for certain he'd be nowhere without him.

Actually… without Henrik, he'd, quite literally, be dead. If Henrik wasn't in his life, who would have saved him? He doubted another doctor with his level of expertise and deft of hand even… existed. He owed this man his life and more. He wished there was a way to properly repay him, but there wasn't anything bigger than life itself he could give.

He'd definitely have to think of something.

For now, though, he spent his time enjoying Henrik's company. They talked about everything under the sun, they joked and laughed, and before they knew it, their food had arrived. It was funny how quickly time passed when spent with someone you're close to.

"Ooh, this looks delicious!" Henrik exclaimed.

"It looks like a lot," Chase commented, staring at the massive wedge salad and the huge steak. It was… very intimidating, to say the least. "No way in hell am I finishing all of this."

"Well, eat what you can and take the rest to go. Just… save room for dessert, hm?"

"Oh, duh. Like I would pass up dessert!"

Henrik laughed, shaking his head as he picked up his utensils and began to eat. He hummed pleasedly -- the food was very good, indeed! He'd definitely remember this place. Maybe all of them could go, once everything is back to normal and Jack is awake? That was a bittersweet thought.

Chase looked between the salad and the steak, trying to figure out which beast he should tackle first. He chose the steak, because he already knew what salad tasted like, but every restaurant makes steak differently. He picked up the steak knife, cutting off a piece and sticking it in his mouth.

As soon as the steak touched his tongue, everything hit him all at once. This wasn't just a measly piece of warm bread. No, this was real food. An actual meal. Something he hasn't had in months. All he'd eaten was fast food once or twice a day, if at all, depending on if he was hungry or not. And one of the things he missed the most was being able to go in his kitchen whenever he wanted and make himself something to eat, something he liked that wasn't just the same few things every day. Even when he was so depressed that he couldn't eat, he'd at least have something in the cabinets or fridge ready for him when he could. But he didn't have that anymore. He had no idea when he'd have that again. For another few months, maybe even longer, after tonight this could very well be his last true meal. After all of this, it was back to his normal. Back to suffering and drinking in the back seat of his car with the towels covering the windows so no one could see him crying, or in the forest by the little rock shrine he made with the picture of his ex-wife and youngest son placed delicately against its base.

He didn't want to live like that. He didn't want to suffer anymore. And yet… he had no choice. This was his life now, whether he wanted it or not.

"How do you like your food, Chase?" Henrik asked without looking up. After a moment too long he didn't hear a response, but he did hear Chase sniffle, which caused him to look up. At first, his brows furrowed in confusion. Chase was staring off into space and--

Wait.

Wait, shit, Chase was crying.

"Chase? Chase, what is it? What is wrong, my friend?"

Chase, hearing Henrik's voice, was pulled out of his trance. His breath hitched and he swallowed what was in his mouth.

"F-fuck…" He realized he'd started crying, though now he couldn't get himself to stop. "Fuck," he repeated, his voice nothing more than a shaky whisper. He propped his elbows up on the table, his hands holding up his head as he kept his head down. He grit his teeth, trying to hold back his sobs as best he could.

Henrik quickly rose, moving to sit besides Chase and pulling him close. Chase shivered, crying a little harder now. "Shhh, shh, shh, shh, shhh…" Henrik soothed. "I am right here. Let it out, Chase. You are okay."

Chase held on tightly to Henrik, weeping into his shoulder. He was trying his hardest to make himself stop -- especially since a fancy restaurant is not the place to be bawling your eyes out -- but more tears just kept coming. Especially with Henrik encouraging him to let it out. It was helping, sure, but… not in the way he wanted it to.

A waitress who just so happened to be rushing by glanced over at the pair and paused. She knew she was in a rush but she couldn't help but be concerned -- someone crying in a restaurant (who wasn't a child, anyway) wasn't a normal sight.

"Is he okay?" asked the waitress.

Henrik quickly looked up, turning towards the voice. "Hm? Oh, yes, my friend, he… he is fine. He is just… having a moment." he explained. "Um, he… has not had a proper meal in very long of a time, and the world has been very unkind to him, so I decided to treat him... you know, for his birthday, because it is the one day he deserves to be happy, if he cannot be every day."

"Oh… I see."

Chase swore he would never stop crying at this rate. He just held tighter onto Henrik. This man's compassion, his kindness… it was too much for him to handle sometimes. Or, rather, most of the time.

"But do not worry!" Henrik reassured. "He will be okay. With time, he will. He always bounces back. He just needs this moment, right now."

"You're a very kind man," replied the waitress. "This world needs more people like you."

"Oh, I am just doing what any logical human being would do," Henrik dismissed. "When someone needs me, I am there. Is my job as a doctor, and as a friend. And I want my friend here to know that."

"What are your names?"

"My name is Henrik," he answered, "And my friend's name is Chase."

Chase wanted to greet the waitress properly, or at least say something, but he was still trying to reel himself in.

"Well, it was very nice meeting you both. And, Chase? Stay strong, okay?"

Chase nearly broke down entirely right then and there. He managed to get out a shaky, teary "thank-you" before the waitress left. Henrik kept hugging him tight, not letting go, allowing Chase to recompose himself. And soon enough, his crying slowed into hiccups, and then he was just sniffling and wiping his eyes and Henrik was guiding him to take deep breaths to calm himself.

"Are you okay, Chase?" Henrik asked, his voice gentle, his tone similar to the one he used for younger patients but a lot more… personal.

"Y-yeah… I… I th-think so…"

"Good, good. Do you want to head to the restroom and clean yourself up a bit?"

"Yes, please," Chase nodded. He wanted to blow his nose more than anything at this point.

With a nod, Henrik got up from the booth and Chase followed right behind him. They headed for the restroom, finding it eventually, and Chase went to blow his nose and wipe his face. His eyes were still red and teary, but he felt calmer now. After a few more deep breaths, Chase washed his hands and both him and Henrik left to return to their table.

They found their food had cooled a bit since they left, but it was still warm, at least (aside from the salads, obviously), instead of burning hot. Henrik continued to eat his food, and Chase… he ate reluctantly at first, worried he'd start bawling again. But after a few bites he found he was fine. It was just that first bite that threw him for a loop, he figured. And so he relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy his meal.

"It's really good," Chase spoke up, his voice meek.

"Hm?" Henrik looked up, hearing Chase speak. He then registered what it was that he said. "Oh! Is it?"

"Yeah, it is. It's… the best thing I've had in ages." There was that melancholy again, boring a hole in his chest. He forced it down.

"I am glad to hear it. Very glad." Henrik gave Chase a warm, heartfelt smile. Chase returned it, but it wasn't as bright or as wide as it should have been. He was still feeling pretty down, Henrik could tell. He did expect, however, that an experience like this would be a bit overwhelming for Chase. His only hope was for Chase to have a good birthday, one he could look back on with contentment or even bittersweet joy instead of resentment or sadness or regret.

Chase decided to take a break from eating the steak, moving instead to tackle the salad. It took a little effort, but he managed to get a good forkful of it.

"Fucking vegetables, thank god," Chase muttered to himself.

Henrik, who had been sipping on his soda when he heard Chase's comment, quickly clapped a hand to his mouth and ducked his head away as he tried his hardest to control his laughter and willed his body to swallow the soda that hadn't already gone up his nose.

"What? What's so funny?" Chase asked through a full mouth, a small smile beginning to tug at the corners of his lips.

Henrik swallowed and started to cough, laughing in between breaths. "F-fuck, I-- I am sorry, just…" he coughed some more before clearing his throat. "That made me laugh very hard."

"Oh, what I said about the salad?"

Henrik nodded, already going back to giggling. Chase snorted.

"I mean, you know how fuckin' long it's been since I've had a fuckin' vegetable, man? Not even a baby carrot. Like, I need my greens, bro!"

Henrik was trying so hard and failing to contain his laughter. And seeing Henrik laugh made Chase laugh, too. And then they were both laughing and trying to reign themselves in so they could get back to eating before their food got any colder.

The rest of their dinner was spent laughing and joking and talking, with Henrik feeling relieved that Chase seemed to be in mostly good spirits again. Their waitress came over and offered boxes for their unfinished food; Henrik said yes, while Chase said that he had nowhere to keep it if he did. Plus, he wasn't one to just casually eat leftover steak, anyway. So the waitress brought back over a box for Henrik, and with that, all that was left for them to do was wait for the check.

Or… so they thought.

The pair were kind of just looking around in content silence when they heard it. Clapping, a lot of clapping, all in unison. They didn't pay much mind to it at first, until it grew louder. Closer. Chase and Henrik looked at each other in confusion. And suddenly they were surrounded by a dozen waiters and waitresses, and one of them was carrying a monster of an ice cream sundae, complete with brownies and fully-lit sparklers sticking out of the top. They set it down on their table and began to sing the restaurant's "happy birthday" song to Chase. They all cheered when they were finished and then dispersed, but not before Henrik caught the glance of the waitress who checked up on them earlier. She winked at him. Henrik knew immediately this was her doing. He looked over at Chase, watching him with that warm, parental gaze and gleaming eyes, and he saw Chase was tearing up again, but they were happy tears this time. And Henrik swore, this is the widest Chase has smiled in a long, long time.

"Ho-ly shit," Chase laughed. "Dude… you gotta help me finish this. There's no way I can do this on my own."

"Oh, with pleasure!" Henrik agreed.

"Yeah, grab a spoon!"

They both blew out the sparklers first before digging in. They hadn't planned on actually getting dessert here, but this sundae was far too good to pass up. Chase swore it was the best ice cream sundae he's ever had in his life. Henrik could easily agree. They never did end up finishing it, but they got a good way through before they both threw in the towel, at least. Finally, their waitress dropped off the check. Henrik, who was the one paying, immediately took it. He was pleased to find that the dessert was on the house, but the note written in pen at the very bottom is what made him smile.

"Aww…"

"What?" Chase asked, trying his hardest to fit one last bite of brownie in.

Without a word, Henrik slid the bill over so Chase could read it.

"Our entire staff wishes you well! Stay strong, Chase!" There was a little smiley face at the end.

For the third (and most likely not the last) time that night, Chase's eyes welled up. He bit his lip, smiling wildly. He really, honestly and truly was touched. They didn't have to do all that… and yet they did. That meant more to him than they would ever know. He took that copy of the receipt and folded it with care before sticking it in the front pocket of his pants. He'd stick this somewhere in his car, he decided. Somewhere where he'll always see it and remember this moment, remember those people who cared when they didn't have to.

Henrik paid for their meal, making sure to leave a very generous tip, and the pair got up and finally headed out, saying goodbye to the staff members they passed by and thanking them as they left. The night air was quiet and calm, albeit chilly. Chase felt that surreal feeling he always got when he headed into a building during the day and didn't come out until dark. He sighed when he got in the car, buckling his seatbelt and getting comfortable. Henrik did the same, just sitting there for a moment before turning the car on.

"Dude… even though I was a crybaby the whole time, that was the best restaurant experience I've ever had."

As much as Henrik wanted to validate him and say that he wasn't being a crybaby, that he was having valid emotions as a person dealing with trauma, he held off. Now wasn't the time for a therapy session. "They are getting a very good review, I will tell you that much!"

"More than worth the money, definitely," Chase agreed. He let his head hit the headrest with a sigh. "I am so full…" He realized then how long it had been since he felt full. Another contender for the "stuff Chase will no longer take for granted" list.

"Mm, agreed… I feel like I will be full for days. Weeks, even."

Chase snorted at that.

"Ready to head back?"

"Yes, please."

With a nod, Henrik started the car and off they drove, traveling down the highway. Thankfully there wasn't as much traffic now that it was getting late. Chase turned on the radio and on the way home they belted out stupid song after stupid song, laughing the entire time.

It was funny how much being with Henrik made him forget, Chase thought. He'd forgotten all of his troubles, his worries, and his plan. They would come back to haunt him, he knew, but right now, in this moment, none of that mattered. It was just him and Henrik, making the best of the time they had.

It didn't feel like any time at all had passed when they arrived back at Henrik's house. As soon as they got inside, though, they both shrugged off their jackets and kicked off their shoes with a sigh. Chase went to go sit on the couch, but Henrik stopped him before he could do so.

"Uh… Chase, could you… come to the kitchen for a moment?"

"Hm? Oh, sure." He did as such, though as soon as he saw Henrik duck into the fridge, he paled a little. "Oh, god, you didn't."

Henrik made a knowing face. "I, uh… wasn't expecting to have dessert at the restaurant," he explained sheepishly.

"Hen, I can't fit another bite into me. I'll explode."

"Pfft, do you think I am eating any of this now? Definitely not!" Henrik said with a laugh. "But… it is your birthday, and I did not want to go the day without singing "happy birthday" to you."

"Ah, gotcha. That I can do."

"I will grab the candles and get the lights. You go sit."

"Okay, will do."

Henrik did exactly that, grabbing the candles he bought and stuck them all into the cake -- one for every year Chase was alive. Quite a lot of candles for one cake, but he managed. Judging by the box, Chase knew it was a bakery cake, and his point was proved when he saw the words written in cursive on the top. It was a very nice cake, covered in vanilla frosting and with bright, primary colored sprinkles coated around the sides. It was decorated with red icing drizzling around the top edges and his name was written in blue. And then the candles were lit and the lights were dimmed and Chase was peering at Henrik's candlelit form through the darkness of the kitchen.

"Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday, dear Chase,

Happy birthday to you!"

Chase smiled, making his wish and blowing out his candles. He imagined his kids beside him, helping him out, and there was a longing pang in his heart. He didn't know what to wish for this year. There was so much he wished was better that it was hard to choose just one. So he wished for a better life, if not for him then for the others. He wished for things to get better and for it all to return to normal… whatever their "normal" was before all this happened.

Henrik smiled, turning the lights back on. He pulled the candles out of the cake, tossed them, and then closed the box and put the cake back in the fridge. They could have some tomorrow, he reasoned. Then, he turned to Chase.

Right. Time to come clean.

"Chase?"

"Hm? What's up?"

"Um… I… I must confess something to you," Henrik admitted.

Chase felt a twinge of worry at his words. Was it something bad? He hoped not. "Which is…?"

"The reason I wanted you to come over was… because I have a gift for you."

A gift? "What kind of gift?" Chase asked curiously.

"It's upstairs. Um… it's supposed to be a surprise, so I will take you to it. Take my hand, close your eyes, and follow me."

"O-oh, uh… okay." He almost hesitantly took Henrik's hand and held his other over his eyes, allowing Henrik to carefully guide him up the steps. He was led a good way down the upstairs hallway before Henrik stopped. Then there was the sound of a door being opened.

"You can open them now."

Chase opened his eyes, looking into the room, and his hands slowly went to his mouth.

It was Henrik's office, but… his desk and file cabinets were no longer there. Instead, it looked like a bedroom. A very well-furnished one, at that. A bed, nightstand, desk and chair, cabinets and drawers to store stuff in, familiar posters taped to the walls...

"It, um… took me a few months to move and reorganize my things to the lab downstairs and furnish this room how I wanted it to look," Henrik explained. "I wanted to tell you sooner but it wasn't ready until recently. But anyway, um… this… this will be your room from now on."

His room, his mind echoed. That meant… no more living out of his car. No more junk food every day. No more sleeping in the back seat and waking up sore. For the first time in months, he had a home. A roof over his head. A warm bed.

It was finally over. He was no longer homeless.

Chase fell to his knees, burying his face in his hands. His breath hitched and he was crying, sobbing, reveling in the utter relief of knowing that he didn't have to return to how he was living. He didn't have to suffer like he was anymore.

For the first time in months, he was thankful he was alive. And for the first time in months, he didn't want to die.

Henrik crouched down besides Chase, rubbing his back in slow circles, although he couldn't help shedding a few tears himself, on behalf of his dearest friend.

"Happy birthday, Chase," Henrik said finally, his voice low and gentle in Chase's ear. "And welcome home."

Those final words only made him cry harder.

#alcoholism tw #suicidal ideation tw #jacksepticeye #chase brody #dr. schneeplestein #vio stormcaller #also i swear i still cant spell restaurant properly on my first try after all of this :')#ALSO also i started crying again while going back in to edit all the italics so now i need to go wipe my eyes again lmao

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Iron Legion (29/?)

Never let it be said that Tony Stark ever does things by half. He might have grown up with little family, but he wasn’t about to keep it that way.

Tony Stark was seventeen when his first child was born, and that was just the beginning.

For Masterpost, Casting, Timeline, AO3, and Fanfiction

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Infinity Child, Part 3

“Uh, what?” Dr. Banner muttered once the shock brought on by the display of strength from the preteen faded enough for him to speak.

“Who’s the tiny super soldier?” Tony asked, turning to Pepper.

“Your granddaughter,” Rhodey said before she could answer. “Courtesy of the Princess of Wakanda.”

Tony shot him a wide-eyed look and Nebula shoved him.

“Peter and Harley created her, alongside Princess Shuri and Helen’s son,” Pepper explained. She nodded at Vivian. “Show him.”

She glanced at Dr. Banner as J.A.R.V.I.S. turned on the privacy function on the glass walls then shifted into her base appearance.

Both Tony and Dr. Banner made astonished noises.

“The kids made her?” Tony asked, sounding strangled.

“Amazing,” Dr. Banner gasped. “How?”

“The boys stole the readings from the cradle that was used to make Vision and Dr. Cho’s notes from her time under V.I.R.G.I.L.’s control,” Nebula said.

“They recreated Vision? Incredible. And they brought in Princess Shuri?”

“They needed vibranium and her experience with it,” Vivian explained.

“How did they even get into contact with her?” Tony asked, rubbing a hand over his face.

“They programmed a mini spider bot to locate her and give her Peter’s number then had me drop it on a car heading into Wakanda. Apparently, it managed to slip through their detections because of its size and the fact it didn’t give off any wireless signals,” J.O.C.A.S.T.A. said. “For the record, I didn’t actually know what the bot was for.”

“Not a good excuse,” Nebula said.

“They could have gotten in so much trouble,” Tony sighed.

“Shuri thought it was funny. She loved Ana,” Karen said.

Tony frowned. “Is she…”

The amusement from her treatment of Captain America fled.

Rhodey nodded. “Her brother as well. Their mother is ruling for now.”

Tony looked her over and held out the hand Pepper wasn’t holding, with a smile. “Com’ere, kiddo.”

When she got close enough, he weakly pulled her into a one-armed hug. She carefully returned it, mindful of his injuries. “I’m Tony, but you can call me whatever. Nice to meet you, kid. ”

“You too. I’m Karen or Project Vivian,” she whispered into his shoulder.

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Tony looked around the penthouse as Happy helped him out of the elevator. “Good to be home,” he muttered bleakly before forcing a smile on as Karen came rushing in to hug him. “You my welcome home party? I know Rhodey, Nebula, and Bruce left this morning, but where’s everyone else.”

“Mom’s helping Aunt Pepper,” Val said, shuffling in with U still in drone form perched on her head. “She’s not feeling good.”

“Just a stomach bug,” Happy said before Tony could start to panic. “She’s just been a little bit nauseous the past couple days. She hasn’t thrown up though.”

“She has now,” Val said. “That’s why mom’s helping her. She’s holding her hair.”

Tony went pale. “A doctor. What’s the status on doctors? We need one.”

“Calm down, Stark,” Tori huffed and Tony turned to see her standing in the doorway. “She’s fine.”

“But -”

“Tony.” Pepper walked up behind Tori and the woman stepped aside to let her through.

“Pep, are you okay? What’s wrong? Do we need to -”

“I’m fine,” she said and Karen pulled away so she could hug him.

“Val said you threw up.”

“I did, but Tori and I talked and,” she glanced over her shoulder then met Tony’s eyes, “I think I’m pregnant.”

…

“Tony?”

“I think you broke him,” Val chuckled.

“Wait, are you serious?” Happy asked in a choked voice.

“Tony?” Pepper said, ignoring him.

“You… I was right?”

Pepper frowned. “Right?”

“I said I had a dream that we had a kid!”

Pepper’s eyes widened. “Oh my god.”

“I was right!”

“We don’t know that for sure, right?” Happy said, looking to Tori with pleading eyes.

“I’m late, and it would explain the nausea and I’ve been getting some body pains,” Pepper said.

Tony kissed her.

“I’m going to go grab a test for her,” Tori told Happy as the two continued at it. “Why don’t you girls go play.”

“I’m too old for this,” Happy groaned.

When Tony pulled away, they were alone. “We’re having a baby?”

“Maybe? Probably?” she breathed, setting her forehead against his.

His smile slowly faded as something occurred to him.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, cupping his face between her hands as he tried to look away.

Tony pressed a kiss to her wrist then stepped back. His eyes landed on the crate Pepper had bought that was theoretically decorative, but secretly held a few tubs of legos and a potato gun hidden underneath Nebula’s favorite blanket. “They’ll never get to know him.”

Pepper followed his gaze then took his hand.

He stared for a moment before turning back to her. “Maybe… maybe we should move.”

She gave him a confused frown.

“Its… Peter and F.R.I.D.A.Y. are everywhere. It was the same at the mansion. I just -”

Pepper nodded. “I know. I think the same thing’s been happening to Nebula. She’s been staying with Happy and hasn’t been back to their apartment since. I don’t think I’d be around much either if it wasn’t for Tori, Karen, and Val.”

“Maybe a fresh start is what we need. Get out of the city. You, me, Karen, and little Morgan. Get a place away from everything and everyone. The Keeners, Nebula, Happy, and Rhodey can come too if we can talk them into it.”

“That actually sounds really good,” she sighed. She leaned her head against her shoulder. “We need to talk about the name though.”

“Nope. Morgan. It’s perfect.”

“We don’t even know if it's a boy.”

“Even better!”

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“Hey U,” Rhodey said when they flew up in their new blue orchard bee-inspired drone.

They gave a few beeps and buzzes, landing on his car door as he carefully maneuvered his legs out.

Once they were clear, he engaged the braces and stood up. “Everyone inside?”

U chirped and did a spin around his head before flying away.

Rhodey closed the door and headed into Tony and Pepper’s cabin.

“Hey Rhodey,” Happy called when he stepped through the door.

“RHODEY!” Karen cheered and suddenly he had a little girl hanging from his front.

He blinked and wrapped his arms around her. “Where did you come from?”

“Karen Vivian Rhodes, what have we said about flying in the house?” Pepper huffed from out of sight.

“Sorry. But Rhodey’s here!” she called back, nuzzling his chest.

“Go put your book in your room and get cleaned up,” Pepper tisked, coming out of the dining room. “Dinner’s almost done.”

The girl gave him one last squeeze then fled the room.

“She’s like a duckling,” Tony chuckled as he peeked out of the kitchen. “She saw you first now she’s attached, Platypus.”

“Shouldn’t you be keeping an eye on the vegetables?”

“Yes, dear.” Tony gave Rhodey a wink then fled from Pepper’s glare. “Soon she’ll be calling you mama,” he called out.

“I don’t think I’m the mama you should be worried about,” Rhodey called back before focusing on Pepper. “How are you doing? You three settled in alright?”

“We’re doing… better. Getting out of the city has helped. Tori’s given me a recipe for a homemade ginger shake that’s really helped with the nausea and it’s relaxing not having work right under my feet. The workshop is finally all unpacked so Tony is only hovering nervously over us eighty percent of the time and Karen has just discovered a fascination with painting so J.A.R.V.I.S. has been helping her research. There are still moments, but it’s getting better.” She gestured out the window. “Even U has calmed down some. Instead of hovering over us every second of the day, they’ve taken to patrolling the grounds. I think Tony’s been considering making them an entire swarm so they can run security.”

“Would U even be able to handle processing that many bodies?” Rhodey asked in a low voice so Tony wouldn’t hear.

“I don’t know and I don’t care. Just as long as it means he’ll stop hovering and grabbing boxes out of my hands every five minutes while I’m trying to unpack because I might hurt the baby! I’m barely two months along, the baby’s fine!” Pepper responded, not bothering to lower her voice. In fact, the last part she practically shouted in the direction of the kitchen.

“Of course, dear,” Tony shot back happily.

“He’s really been getting on your nerves then,” Rhodey chuckled.

Pepper sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I know he doesn’t mean anything by it and he knows I’m not really angry. It’s just everything that happened and my hormones and his PTSD all piling up and spilling over.”

“Hey, if you guys need some you-time, just let me know. I’ll be happy to watch Karen for you.”

“Mama bear,” Tony chimed and stepped into the doorway. “Also, dinner is ready.”

“Did you take the bread out of the oven?”

“I thought you said you did that already.”

“No, I said I got the chicken out of the oven.”

Tony cursed and ducked away.

“No cursing in the house!”

“That’ll never stick,” Happy muttered.

Pepper shot a glare at him then called up the stairs, “Karen, are you almost done?”

“Yes!”

“Speaking of which,” Rhodey said. “Since when can she fly?”

“We found out a few days ago,” Pepper said, leading him and Happy into the dining room. “Tony gave her a check-up.”

“She doesn’t seem to have all of Vision’s abilities, but alongside the flight and strength, she can also shift her density for short periods and create energy pulses. I’m guessing that last one was Shuri’s work because they work similar to King Cat’s suit, just using the arc energy from the reactor in her forehead instead of kinetic energy,” Tony explained, setting a bowl of garlic bread onto the table.

They all sat down, Karen slipping in a moment later to sit next to Rhodey.

“Duckling,” Tony hummed.

She frowned and Rhodey ruffled her hair with an eye roll.

“Speaking of baby birds and nests, what were you guys thinking for school?” he asked as they all started to dig in.

“Does she even need to go to school?” Happy asked. “I mean, can’t she just download anything she needs to know?”

“No, she can’t interact with computers like Vision could. Violet, salad too,” Tony interrupted himself before continuing, “As soon as the cradle disconnected from her brain, she was locked into a closed system. She’s got an eidetic memory, but she’d still have to learn things the hard way first.”

“The others couldn’t figure out how to make any wireless connection devices work with my synthetic brain given the guidelines they were working with from Vision,” Karen added, looking up from where she was cutting her chicken into pieces to grab the salad bowl. “They ended up deciding the Mind Stone was what allowed for the compatibility.”

“So school?” Rhodey asked, amused.

Tony shrugged and turned to Pepper, who shook her head.

“We haven’t talked about it. I suppose we’ll have to see what online schools are still running.” Pepper gave her an apologetic look. “I know you can disguise yourself as a human, but people will begin to notice that you don’t age.”

“She ages.”

Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy turned to Tony, who shrugged again.

“Shuri figured it out,” Karen said. “She didn’t explain it well -- I think she enjoyed teasing the boys on their lack of knowledge about Vibranium -- but it has something to do with it being a living metal.”

“Living metal?” Happy asked, slowly, and she nodded.

“Wherever the asteroid carrying the Vibranium came from must have developed life of a more metallic variety.”

“Explains why it’s so adaptable,” Tony hummed. “Too bad Dad mixed his batch up with other metals to make Cap’s frisbee. What I wouldn’t give to get my hands on some of the raw stuff.”

“The boys felt the same, but Peter kept track of everything that Shuri sent them to be sure that any that wasn’t used on me was sent back untouched out of respect for her culture.”

“Of course he did,” Pepper said proudly before getting back on topic. “Well, I suppose it’s your choice then, Karen. Would you rather go to school or take online courses?”

Karen blinked up at them, surprised. “Me?”

“Yeah, Violet. We’re not going to force you into anything,” Tony said gently.

Karen looked between them then ducked her head. As she started to make little swirls in her sauce, she said, “I don’t know. Peter always seemed to like school and his friends there, but Harley always complained about it and Shuri and Amadeus thought it was useless.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Harley was a brat and would have complained no matter what, Shuri probably had an army of tutors ready to teach her whatever she wanted at her own pace and probably never set foot in an actual school in her life, and Cho thought everything was beneath him. You’re a lot more like Peter.”

Karen looked up at Rhodey and he squeezed her shoulder with a smile. “It’s your choice, but socialization is important.”

When she still looked uncertain, Pepper offered, “How about this: You try going to school for a semester and if you don’t like it, then we can look into online options for next semester. There’s nothing wrong with keeping your options open.”

Karen glanced up at Rhodey again and nodded. “Okay.”

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“Hey, you.”

Vivian looked up from her book on the Lascaux cave paintings to see a pair of boys standing in front of her.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Reading,” she said with bemusement, holding up her book. “It’s about -”

“Why’re you outside?” one of the boys asked, with a snort.

“Why not?”

The boys frowned. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

She shrugged. She had been so excited about her new book, she had decided to sit out in the courtyard instead of eating lunch. “I’m not hungry.”

“What’s wrong with your face?” the other boy asked, pointing at her forehead.

“Birthmark.”

“What’s your deal?” the first boy asked, frustrated.

“What do you mean?”

Before either boy could say something, a voice yelled, “Would you two just get lost before you end up looking even more like idiots? She’s not buying your bait.”

The three turned to a girl who was lying on the grass nearby, her head held up to glare at them and a bag of chips on her stomach.

The boys grumbled, giving both girls scowls, but walked off.

“Bait?” Vivian asked as the other girl laid her head back on her folded up jacket.

“They wanted to upset you,” she said like it was obvious.

“Why?”

“Because their boys and you’re a pretty girl,” she scoffed, looking back up at her. “You haven’t spent a lot of time around boys have you?”

“Not exactly.” Vivian frowned down at her book. “Why would they want to upset me if they think I’m pretty?”

“Because they’re idiots who don’t know what emotions are.” She sat up fully, chips falling into her lap. “I don’t remember you from Elementary school.”

“My family just moved here from the city this summer. I’m Karen.”

“America.”

“Pardon?”

“My name,” the other girl chuckled. “It’s America. I know, weird.”

Vivian closed her book. “My aunt’s name was F.R.I.D.A.Y. I’ve heard weirder.”

The girl smiled and held out the bag. “So are you on a diet or did you forget your lunch money?”

Vivian shook her head and pulled out the box of food Pepper prepared for her. “I really was just not hungry.”

America shrugged and grabbed a chip.

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sweetcatmintea · 5 years

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Three Two One

Flash fiction Friday and I went over word limit again <.<;; Not as badly as last week but maybe next week I’ll actually stay under the 1000 word limit orz

I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you have as much fun reading it! Feedback is appreciated ^u^

Prompt: Jumping Fences

Words: 1467

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“What in the actual hell do you think you’re doing!? Get away from me Dillan or I swear, I’ll beat you into the dirt.” Growled threats tumbled out, fleeing while she stayed stuck. Trapped. He didn’t stop. Hands hovered over her temples, tingling the hairs standing on end.

“You think I want to do this to you Alex? I never wanted it to come to this…” He sighed. “Don’t worry. I’ve been practicing. It’s not going to hurt.”

“Practicing my foot! I don’t goddamn care! Untie me!” Alex jerked in the seat, restrained by whatever Dillan had lying around. Belts, tape, cords. Pathetic impromptu tools. Clearly, he’d been thinking of this for a while but hadn’t bothered with the details. It was strangely offensive. She wasn’t even worth a plan? Snapping in his direction, her teeth clipped the air where his hand had been. Dillan frowned, sighing again. He needed to concentrate for this to work. The tears in Alex’s eyes misted his own. Her distress was paralysing. He had to steel his resolve. This was for the best.

“I get that you’re scared! I really do. But you can’t go on like this. You’re an adult but your parents lock you away – Don’t give me that look. You know it’s true. I’ll make it so you can be free. You aren’t going to remember this. Any of it! Just that I’m your friend and you are rooming with me for a bit. You can finally be yourself!”

The god damned arrogance! “Are you kidding me?? Mr Hero In Training wants to brain wipe me, his friend, because my parents are protective? God Damn it Dillan! What are you thinking? You’re right! I am an adult and I choose to stay with my folks. I happen to like them! Let me go already! This is ridiculous!” This was exactly why her parents were protective in the first place. When she was born, delicate and doe-eyed, her fate had been written in her soft features. In a world of heroes and villains, she’d been assigned the role of Damsel. In a way, she’d expected to face this situation one day, but not like this. How could she have known that Dillan would go screwy? He was alignment checked – chaotic good – and halfway through his hero course. More than that, he was her friend. Now he was hovering over her, awkwardly avoiding the daggers she glared into his stupid superman t-shirt.

“Look, it’s really not even a big deal. I’ll count down, touch your head and poof! You won’t remember anything bad either! I wouldn’t do that to you. Y’know, lots of people would love to forget their past. I’m doing you a service.” He faltered at her stormy face. “A-anyway. It’s not like I’m going to tell you anything weird like we’re dating or whatever. Just trust me, it’ll all turn out. I don’t even know why I’m telling you all thi-”

“You’re monologing because you’re a godDAMMED VILLAIN!”

He took a moment steadying himself from her outburst. “I guess I’m just trying to make things easier for you. Anyway, I’ll count down from three and you’ll get to start a whole new life.”

“Seriously, stop! I don’t want this! Whatever you’re going through, we can talk about it! Please, just let me go!”

Three

Alex had met Dillan at university. Her parents were apprehensive about her studying, rathering she get a non-descript job at a little bookshop or something, but nothing could dissuade her from psychology. She wanted to help other Damsels who’d been toyed with in some comic book game, then tossed away once the level cleared. She wanted to help villains overcome whatever had pushed them towards evil in the first place. You can’t solve every problem by punching it after all. Their classes ended up working together on a joined assignment. Heroes and psychs preparing for future collaboration. A paired assignment and, unsurprisingly, Alex was the last approached. It’s not all that convenient to be associated with a Damsel after all. Dillan all but tripped into the room, tardiness becoming his trademark over the following classes, and was stuck with who he could get. Dillan was being trained to use his mind control power to de-escalate hostage situations and Alex was all about cognitive mechanisms. They had a lot in common and got along very well. Alex’s parents were ecstatic that she’d finally made a university friend. His hero status wasn’t great news, but at least he’d look out for her, right? That’s how they made peace with it at least. She didn’t want to lose their time together.

Two

Alex’s other friend, Wisteria, had a smeared name, like her. Unlike her, she was no Damsel. Dark hair, smoky eyes, and a mystery at the best of times, she wore her alignment like a cloak. Chaotic evil. Villain material in the making. Her ability didn’t help matters. They met in self defence class. She always had a quiet kindness about her, hard to see to those who were not looking. Alex offered to help her with a shoulder throw she was struggling with. They worked until Alex couldn’t take it anymore. Wisteria’s under breath quips getting the best of Alex, leaving her cackling on the floor like a moron. Their friendship thrived in the form of a contest. Whoever could make the other smile more, won. Wisteria’s advantage of a naturally stoic countenance may have left her reigning champion, but they were both cramping with laughter by the end of their frequent meetings. Would Wisteria keep smiling without her?

One

Was this all because Alex had bailed on a party invite? She’d been chatting with Dillan that morning and he’d started talking about an upcoming party. It was 90% hero first years and Alex just couldn’t deal with that level of drunken ego today. Polite pass with an excuse about promising to be home early. Something about crimes on the news, parental worry, yadda yadda. Dillan had laughed it off, promising to snapchat a play-by-play commentary. It was all the usual stuff. That was until they were walking off to class. Alex had gone to jump the fence. A spectacular fail. She slipped, landing on her back like a geriatric turtle, winded. Next thing she knew, she was tied to a goddamned chair about to be reprogrammed. Dillan must’ve taken advantage of her lowered defences, sneaking into her brain while it was still trying to get breathing back on track. It didn’t matter. Not anymore. He was going to fry her. She didn’t bother stifling her sobs. What about Captain Fluffington? Who’s going to explain to him what happened? Is he going to spend his life thinking she’d abandoned him? She didn’t want this she didn’t want this she didn’t want this!!

Restart

One breathy word. Alex screwed her eyes shut. She didn’t want to forget. She braced against the oncoming touch. It never came. Squinting through cracked eyelids, she could have screeched with joy. Dillan was grunting, struggling to move. Wisteria loomed in the doorway. Murder etched into her face, she almost shook with anger. Her shadow snaked across the floor, clamping onto Dillan’s with its intangible hands, rooting him in place.

“You told people Alex was with me last!? Way to throw me under the bus you intolerable drivel merchant!”

Her fist smashed his jaw. An audible crack and he crumpled, a suspended ragdoll until her shadow released him. He moaned when she nudged him but didn’t get up.

“Sorry it took so long Lex. The police didn’t believe I was in class all day. We had to show them surveillance footage so they’d let me go.” She made quick work of unbuckling Alex. “You okay?”

As much as Alex wanted to brush it off and play it cool, all she could manage was a watery ‘Mn hm’. It had been so close. Half a second longer… A tidal wave of relief and what ifs crashed over her. Knees now jelly, she started bawling again. Wisteria wrapped her up in a hug while she cried into her shirt.

“I ought I asn’tgoinooeeyouagaiiinnn!” (I thought I wasn’t going to see you again.)

She chuckled. “You couldn’t get rid of me that easily. This is the sort of stuff I’m training for.”

Wisteria ran a hand through Alex’s hair and it was the most comforting thing in the whole damned world.

Managing to calm down to, at least, coherence, Alex whispered “I was so scared Whis.”

“I know. I’m sorry it took so long. It won’t happen again. I’ll always drop everything to come save your sorry butt. My alignment is chaotically self-interested after all. You are very important to my self.”

Alex huffed out a laugh. There’s a reason Wisteria’s her best friend.

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reid-fiction · 6 years

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First Day Jitters

In which Spencer’s daughter goes to her first day of kindergarten.

a/n: In my mind, Spencer started working part time at the BAU when his daughter was born, and teaches part-time as well so he doesn’t have to be away overnight. Also, I don’t know where the mother is in this reality. Let’s just say she’s on an extended vacation in Aruba.

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“Backpack?”

“Check!”

“Lunch?”

“Check!”

“Indoor shoes?”

“Check!”

“Pencil case?”

“Check!”

Spencer smiled, looking down at his 5-year-old daughter who was kneeling beside him while she rummaged through her backpack.

Today was the day. The day she had been excited for all summer and the day Spencer was dreading. His baby girl was about to start school. It almost seemed unreal to him; hadn’t she been a newborn just a few days ago? He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that she was already 5. No matter what he did - no matter how many hugs and cuddles, or band-aids and sniffles, or stuffed animals and trips to the zoo he provided - he wasn’t able to stop her from growing.

Spencer was doing his best to put on a brave face. The last thing he wanted was for his daughter to think there was something to be sad or scared about and change her mind about wanting to go. She had really enjoyed pre-school the year before, but those had only been half-days in a much smaller school. Real school meant she was gone all morning and most of the afternoon, and sharing a building with kids twice her age and size.

She popped up and grinned at him, excitedly.

“Can we go now, daddy!?!”

“Almost,” he chuckled. “Breakfast first, right?”

Spencer had never seen her scarf down food so quickly. Usually, the mornings were slow and groggy. His daughter was anything but a morning person and he typically had to force her to eat something before she went to play or watch TV. This morning, however, she had cleared her plate and drank all of her milk before Spencer had even had a chance to sit down with his own breakfast.

“I’m done!” she announced, slipping off her chair and carrying her plate over to the sink. “NOW, can we go??”

“School doesn’t start for another 45 minutes, you monkey!” Spencer laughed, reaching out to pull her closer to him so she might calm down. “If we go now, you’ll be the only one there.”

He could see the deflation in her face so he tried to think of something he could suggest to occupy her until he was ready.

“How about you go brush your teeth and wash your hands, then come back and put everything you need for today in your backpack.” He motioned toward the floor where the various school items were still neatly laid out.

She nodded, running away from him toward the bathroom which gave him the opportunity to actually make progress with his own breakfast. He knew, however, that the chances of him actually finishing the food in front of him before his daughter practically dragged him out the door was slim.

Sure enough, she was back within five minutes and quickly packed up her backpack for the day, before getting on her shoes and jacket and standing by the front door.

“Daddyyyyyy, pleaaaassseee??” she practically begged, bouncing up and down with both excitement and impatience. “It feels like it’s been 15 hours already!”

“Alright, alright!” Spencer said, taking one last bite of his breakfast and getting up from the table. “Yes, we can go now, but you’re still going to be early.”

She was still bouncing by the time he got over to the door and put his own shoes and jacket on. The school was only about a 10 minute walk from their house and, judging by what time it currently was, they would get there with about 20 minutes to spare. But, he wasn’t about to deny his daughter any longer.

The air was crisp with the beginnings of fall as they walked down the street. It was a welcome change from the hot summer they had experienced, most of which been spent in the outdoor pool at the recreation center. But now, the mornings were chilly enough to warrant a light jacket and Spencer held on tightly to his daughter’s hand as they approached the intersection.

The closer they got to the school, the more kids started coming into view. Buses drove past and let loose a flurry of heads and backpacks - most of whom were a lot older and a lot taller than the little girl walking next to Spencer. Groups of kids breezed past them, laughing and talking before heading into the school. Screams of excitement and general enjoyment came from the playground, which was covered in kids climbing on monkey bars and running around the area.

Spencer could suddenly tell that his daughter was slowly lowering her pace the closer they got, and her hand gripped his a little bit tighter. When they finally got to the front walkway, she stopped completely and did not let go, staring up nervously at the building in front of her.

Spencer crouched down beside her and frowned at the noticeable change in her expression. Gone was the excitement of the morning. Now, she was looking hesitant and downright scared.

“Hey, are you ready to go in?” Spencer asked, trying to keep his voice chipper.

“Maybe...maybe we should come back tomorrow,” she replied.

“What do you mean? I thought you couldn’t wait another minute to go to school?”

She continued to glance nervously at the school as more kids whizzed past; the atmosphere around them becoming more and more busy as the start of the day drew closer. The next thing Spencer knew, he was watching her eyes fill with tears.

“Daddy, I don’t think I want to go anymore.”

In his five years of being a dad, the one thing that broke Spencer’s heart more than anything else was seeing his little girl in tears. He sighed, reaching out to smooth her hair back.

“Sweetheart, you’ll be fine,” he reassured her. “You’ve already met your teacher and seen your classroom. Everyone else will be starting their first day, too. You don’t have to be scared.”

“What if I get lost?” she asked, her voice now very small.

“You won’t get lost, love. Your teacher will show you where everything is.”

“What if the big kids are mean to me and I don’t have any friends?”

“You’ll make friends,” Spencer replied. “Remember, everyone else in your class is brand new to school as well. Everyone is going to want to make new friends, and they’ll make new friends with you.”

She paused, biting her lip and wiping away a few stray tears on her cheeks before looking over at her dad, sadly.

“What if...what if you forget to come back and get me and I’m here all alone?”

A few more tears slipped down her cheeks and Spencer ached as he brought her close to him and wrapped his arms around her.

“Sweetheart, that will not happen,” Spencer said, firmly. “You will never be here all alone; your teacher would not leave you here by yourself. And I will NEVER forget to come get you, I promise. If there is ever a day where I have to be at work and can’t make it in time, someone else will be here for you. Maybe some day, you can go home with Aunt JJ and Uncle Will after school and play with Henry and Michael. You know, Henry goes to this school, too. You might see him on the playground some day.”

She seemed to relax a bit at his reassurance, but was still not back to her previous level of excitement.

“You want me to stay with you for a bit?” Spencer asked. “I don’t have to be at work until later today, so I can stay if you need me to.”

Her eyes brightened a bit and she nodded, meekly.

“You got it, kiddo,” Spencer smiled, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

He took her hand again and walked with her into the school. The pep in her step had returned a bit as they apprached the familiar classroom she had seen a few weeks before. The welcome smile of her teacher seemed to help as well, as she was shown her special place to hang her jacket and the desk with her name on it.

Spencer hovered near the back of the classroom with a few other parents for the first bit of the day. By the time it was recess, however, Spencer was fairly certain that his daughter didn’t need him there anymore. She was happily playing and drawing and talking to her classmates and had likely forgotten he was even there.

Before he snuck out, he walked over to her when she was momentarily not surrounded by other kids.

“Do you think you’ll be okay if I leave for the rest of the day now?” he asked, willing to stay longer if she needed him but not wanting to hover.

He was met with the familiar grin she had been sporting earlier that morning and she nodded.

“You can go, daddy. I made a friend!”

Spencer smiled. “That’s great, sweetheart. I told you that you would. Okay, I’m going to go then, but I’ll be back to pick you up at the end of the day. I love you so, so much.”

“I love you too, daddy.”

“Have a great rest of your day, okay?”

She nodded, completely transfixed and distracted by the craft she was working on, and by the little boy who had come over to play with her. Spencer took that as his cue, and waved a thank-you to the teacher before slipping out the door.

The hallways were much quieter now, as classes were all in session, and Spencer found himself being the one with the tearful eyes as he made his way outside and down the sidewalk.

She was perfectly fine - he knew that she would be - and he had no idea why it was so hard for him to let her go. It wasn’t as if she was running off and getting married, or moving to a remote country in Africa somewhere. She would still be home with him every night and on weekends. Besides, he would be busy with work and teaching during the day as well - he had been even when she wasn’t in school - but something about his daughter being officially a student was enough to make him get emotional.

There would be many more transitions he would have to deal with as his daughter grew older; some would be more challenging than others and wouldn’t all be able to be solved with a hug and simple reassurance. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for the pains of puberty and dating and driving.

In the moment, Spencer actually wasn’t sure who growing up was going to be harder on: his daughter, or him.

If today was any indication, however, it was probably going to be him.

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karlete · 5 years

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StarBucks HighSchool!AU

Bucky always dreaded Fridays. Fridays, despite its popularity among his student peers, was quite possibly the least exciting day of the entire week. This includes gym, where he’s forced to run laps until his lungs ache. All while Steve sits daintily on the bleachers with his nose in a book.

Fridays are Steve’s weekly health checkup days, AKA the only day of the week Bucky actually does any of his homework due to the sheer boredom without him. Steve is usually gone all day, waking up early to take one of the first appointments of the day. The checkups themselves take no longer than a few hours, but the whole affair leaves Steve drained in a way that gives Bucky another reason to hate Fridays.

Steve’s always been a sickly kid, much to Bucky’s dismay. He’d remember days where a small Steven, no older than 4 or 5, was taken away every Friday for his ‘special doctor visits’. Bucky didn’t understand why it was so special until he’d asked his mother one day.

Her hand hovered uncertainly over the book she’d been reading, casting a strange look to the side that Bucky hadn’t understood.

“Jamie, why do you ask?” Her voice was cautiously even, slowly setting down the thick book she’d been reading on the coffee table.

“Well… It’s just that Stevie keeps missing Fudge Fridays at school,” a nervous scuff of his socked feet at the carpet. “And he always looks sad when he comes back from ‘em,” he adds quiet enough that his mother has to lean over to hear.

She twists her lips in a thoughtful way before sighing, “Jamie, baby, sometimes people are born different. Steven is one of those people. No one really knows why, but some things that are easy for you and me, are really hard for Steven.”

Young James mulled this over before frowning, “Is that why Coach Dan won’t let him play soccer with us?”

“Exactly. His body just isn’t made the same. Going to the doctor’s helps make sure that even if it doesn’t work like ours, it’s still going.”

He didn’t respond right away. “Is he gonna die cause he doesn’t work right?”

He didn’t notice the catch in his mother’s breath at the time. He was too young to notice—to pay attention. “We’re not going to let that happen, Jamie.”

“I won’t let it. Me and Steven are gonna get a boat house. We’re gonna make it float around on lake fortune.” He was adamant, like the promise of a boat house alone was a secret serum to cure Steve. His mother didn’t say anything else, slowly reaching to pick up her book and settle back into her chair. Bucky decidedly made a pinkie promise later that day with Steve that he’d never ever let him get hurt.

“I’ll be your knight, Steven. Just watch. No one’s gonna even get close to hurting ya.”

That earned him one of Steve’s all-teeth smiles. It gave Bucky a weird sense of pride that he could make Steve smile like that. “Thanks, Jamie.”

Bucky chuffs an annoyed sound, trying to avoid overgrown branches from smacking him in the face. Even though he hates having to duck and dodge the ruthless vegetation, the small woods clearing behind his school is the only spot where the patrolling security guard can’t see him. Cracked leaves crunch under his thick boots, obscenely loud in the quiet afternoon air. Usually Steve is with him, crouching on the forest floor and chattering about anything and everything while Bucky slowly rots his lungs away. Bucky is more than aware that Steve disapproves of his smoking, if his ‘I’m not angry, just disappointed’ look is anything to go by everytime Bucky even so much as pulls out his lighter. They’d share a look, one concerned and the other stubborn. Steve never pushes, just goes back to studying the little veins of a leaf and teasing him about his sore grades.

Before Bucky can dig through his pockets for his pack, he feels his phone buzz. Almost instantaneously, a grin spreads across his cheeks.

Punk: please put me outta my misery.

With an amused snort, he goes to type back a response with as much dry humor as is expected of him.

Jerk: But Stevie, what will I do with myself if I dont have you to pull out of a fight every two seconds

Punk: you’ll live

Punk: myself on the other hand

Punk: feels like i took a bath with a toaster

Jerk: Wow how riské Stevie. And you make fun of my girls while ur having an affair with a toaster

Punk: oh shut it buck

Punk: can u come over

Punk: n bring ice cream I’m hungry

Jerk: Ice cream isn’t lunch Stevie

Jerk: but yes I’ll bring some, be there in 10

Punk: ty doors open

Bucky shoved his phone back into his pocket, pushing himself off the tree he’d been leaning against. He may have missed his smoke break, but spending time with Steve was better than any dry rasp of a cigarette. Bucky carefully crept past the the low hanging branches and made his way towards the parking lot. Everyone else was still in class, but even Steve knew that Bucky would end up skipping the last few classes to meet him at home—just like every other Friday.

He slipped past the security guards with practiced ease, settling into the seat of his truck. It’s a dingy old thing, unreliable in its worn state and constant pain in the ass. The dark red paint is warped and flaking; parts that aren’t mean to leak, leak. Bucky plans to switch it out with a bike, something a little more his speed. He’s keeping the car of course, it had belonged to Bucky’s father before he passed. No matter how many times he’s had to bring it to his mechanic friend, Tony, only to have him say the truck is more than on it’s way out, the truck is one of the last things he has to remember his parents. It takes turning the key once, twice, before the engine finally turns over and Bucky can make his escape.

#Marvel #Stucky #StarBucks #ModernAU #HighschoolAU #Humor #FirstChapter #CanonDivergence

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mx-fawkes · 6 years

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Die Historic on The Furby Road

Hey, thanks so much for the support and also for sending me on the most fun story research I’ve done in a while.

Junkrat spent more time in Roadhog's basement than he probably should. There wasn't much of use down here, just boxes of things Roadhog didn't want to look at or didn't think were reusable. He didn't have the keen scrapper instincts Junkrat did though, he'd once found a whole box of good quality cables down here. Roadhog couldn't even remember what they were supposed to be for!

He'd be lying if he said he didn't like the glimpses of what Roadhog had once been like he sometimes found down here. Never anything too revealing, no photographs or birth certificates, but things like a box of maps, carved wooden objects and an oversized mannequin were tantalizing hints of what had been important to Roadhog once upon a time.

Pawing through boxes in the semi-darkness was usually not a good idea, but he was pretty sure there was nothing too dangerous down here. He'd never found any signs of animal life, and it wasn't like- he froze as his hand brushed against something fluffy, taking two deep breaths before slowly pulling his hand away, hoping not to draw attention. Leaning back he flicked on his lighter, staring into the box in horrified curiosity.

Two lifeless eyes stared back at him.

The scream made it all the way to the garage, Roadhog putting down his tools with a sigh. It wasn't the first time Junkrat had freaked out on one of his basement diving expeditions, he'd once mistaken an old dressmakers dummy for an omnic, ready to burn the whole place to the ground before Roadhog dragged it out into the light.

Groans of protest came from the stairs as Junkrat ran for the surface, clutching a dusty cardboard box. "Roadie Roadie Roadie! You'll never guess what I found!"

The mask tilted questioningly.

"I mean I dunno what they are, but you probably do. Some kind of robot birds?"

He dumped the box on the floor between them, throwing it open and pulling out one the creatures, covered in black and white fur. "Pretty weird right?"

Roadhog's sharp intake of breath was audible through the mask, pulling the box closer to look at the contents. He'd forgotten he'd even had these.

Junkrat didn't seem to notice, messing with the one he'd picked up. "So, what are they?"

"Furbies."

"Right. Furbies. What are they about then?"

How to explain a Furby? Weird bird things that had been beloved by children that later found them creepy and annoying. Friends for a lonely kid who never got the hang of talking to people and wasn't allowed a real pet? An old toy that kept a community of fans long after they stopped being made?

"Kids toys. They can talk and respond to certain words." He winced as Junkrat shook the one he was holding.

"Hello?" He poked it when it didn't respond. "It's not talking, reckon it's dead?"

"There's a power switch on the bottom."

Junkrat flipped it over, trying to wake it up as he flipped the switch back and forth. "Still dead."

"Maybe the batteries need changing." Where they were meant to get AA batteries from was beyond him. Obsolete before he was even born, he doubted anyone here collected tech ancient enough to need a supply.

Lost in thought, he didn't notice Junkrat prising off the battery cover until he heard the yell of pain. A glance showed the batteries corroded and leaking, quickly grabbing Junkrat's hand before he put it in his mouth. "Don't. Go wash it."

A trail of curses followed Junkrat as he ran for the sink, swilling his hand in the water. "The fuck was that?" "Battery acid." "What kind of battery has acid in!?"

He shrugged, wiping the base of the furby clean with a nearby rag. "All of them did back before 2030."

It wasn't long before Junkrat strode back over, wiping his burnt fingers on his shorts. "It felt more like an alkaline burn." Like he could tell the difference. "Of course I can tell the difference!" He lent on Roadhog's arm, glaring at the old batteries. "Reckon I could rewire it to fit a proper battery. One that won't melt and burn people." - One dismantled remote control and a bit of solder later the Furby twitched, blue eyes blinking open. "u-nye-loo-lay-doo?" Its voice was rough, the speaker hadn't lasted well. Junkrat sat it on the desk triumphantly., "It's alive!"

The furby shifted, whirring quietly as its ears moved up and down. "Doo?" They both stared at it. "Yoo?"

Junkrat hummed, moving closer. "Do I what?"

"Boo."

Junkrat pointed a screwdriver at it, face scrunched in displeasure. "Look, either you start making sense or we're moving onto brain surgery."

Mako fished a manual out of the box, holding it in front of Junkrat until he snatched it, mumbling to himself as he read the instructions.

"Oh, we have to teach it English?" He shifted into a dramatic stance, raising on arm and closing his eyes, voice uncomfortably loud in the small space. "We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service—two dishes, but to one table. That’s the end." He cracked an eye open, looking down at the Furby like he was expecting applause. "A man may fish with a worm that has eaten the flesh of a king, and eat the fish that has fed on that worm. "

It chirped in response. "Me no listen."

"Alright you little-" Roadhog grabbed the hand that went for the screwdriver, pointing firmly at the Furbish-to-English dictionary.

Junkrat took it with a heavy sigh. "Fiiiine, wee tee kah wah tee?"

"Wah Tee!" The low fidelity wail it began to make wouldn't be out of place in a horror film, neither would Junkrat's burst of laughter. He continued to flick through the guide. trying out new phrases as he went. It was almost comical, both staring wide-eyed at each other making nonsense sounds. Roadhog felt he should have seen this coming somehow, he'd spent his youth with a creature that always stared, always wanted attention and refused to shut up, and now he had Junkrat.

Quickly exhausting the commands, Junkrat dropped the manual. "Is that it? It only knows like five things."

"It's pre-millennium tech."

"Pretty sure they had better things than this pre-millennium."

"It was a kids toy."

Junkrat leant back, staring up at him. "So what, you kept a box full of toys you had when you were a kid?"

The clicking of the toy filled the silence until Roadhog finally replied.

"Only had one when I was a kid, got the rest when I was older."

"Why?"

Roadhog turned back to the box, fishing through until he found the right one. Green with a painted faceplate and a custom-made raincoat.

"People used to customize them for fun. Some people just changed their appearance a little, others changed the shape completely or attached them to other things. Lot of people added better AI."

"Huh. Maybe I would've done that if I was around back then."

Had Junkrat ever had a hobby? He loved building and blowing things up but they were also the closest thing he had to a job. Had he ever done anything without a purpose, anything that wasn't wired to survival in his brain? Hell, it had been a long time since Roadhog had made something just for fun.

"Do you want to do one now?"

Junkrat's eyes shone, bouncing to his feet. "Really? One of yours?" Furbies scattered as Junkrat upended the box, picking out one he liked. "This one!"

"No."

"Why not? It's practically falling apart anyway, not like I can make it any worse."

Because it had been with him for forty years. It had meant so much to him as a kid and even now he couldn't bear to get rid of it He didn't say a word, but Junkrat seemed to get it anyway, looking slightly stricken as he put it back in the box with exaggerated care.

"Hey, no worries mate, I'll use a different one. Wanna pick one out for me?"

Roadhog placed a blue and pink model in Junkrat's outstretched hand. "Paint it, circuit bend it. Do what you like with it."

"Thanks mate. Ooh! I think I've still got some of the gold spray paint left from doing the bricks."

He skipped away, leaving Roadhog to stare at remaining furbies. Well, no reason he couldn't mix this old part of himself with who he was now. They didn't see each other for a few hours after that, both working on their own projects. It wasn't until the next day that Junkrat decided he was finished, proudly strutting into the room and presenting his piece to Roadhog.

"Okay so first I used soot and grease to dye it black, didn't completely work, you can still see the original colours a bit. The fur on it's stomach was too patchy to fix so I covered it with this sack material, then since it had those dots around it#s belly first I did 'em over with some rivets I had going spare. Sprayed the ears and mask bit gold then gave it the goggles we snatched from that prick with the chainsaw a while back." "S'good." Junkrat followed his gaze to the clunky bit of plastic at the bottom.

"That's the second best bit. Basically I was like, what's the point of having a pet that's stuck in one place?" He reached below it, flicking the switch. It cooed as it floated into the air, hovering around his shoulder.

“Used some of the bits from that old assistance drone, the one I made into the scarecrow bot you thought was too creepy?“

Roadhog had never said it was creepy, but he hadn't liked the idea of a humanoid figure floating outside his farmhouse at night, even it was in the hope of scaring away anyone who wanted to try and get them while they were sleeping. He could feel Junkrat's desperate desire for a follow-up question. "What's the best bit?"

It should be impossible for anyone to smile so wide. Junkrat plucked the toy from the air, pointing it towards the open doorway.

"Fire in the hole!"

A tap to the head and it let out a distorted scream, a stream of flame shooting through its open beak, "Imagine treading on that in the dark!"

Note to self, make sure that's turned off before Junkrat forgets about it and treads on it in the dark.

"So what did you make then?"

Roadhog reached into the box, pulling out his creation as Junkrat gasped in delight.

Its lilac fur had been dyed a vivid orange, face plate sprayed with chrome. The beak had been covered with carved yellowing teeth. A tiny decorated leather jacket sat on its non-existent shoulders, open to show a survival belt with a tiny knife attached. "I love it! Did'ya do anything with the insides?"

A flick of the switch and glowing yellow eyes completed the look, It danced in place before speaking in a clear, deep voice. "kah-boh-dah-kah-way-loh-kah-boh-koh-koh!"

#roadrat #mx fics #furby #Overwatch

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themcfuckups · 5 years

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ok, below is an rp i and @monty-enzo did, it sorta peters off when i guess i left the rp mood, which is why it switched from first person? to just us talking about them. (also my end started out not rp-like bcuz idk i do that sometimes when i dont feel like typing real rp responses) warnings: some nsfw at the end, otherwise its fairly safe word count: 2069(nice)

Monty was a mess, he said he would be home in a while. But his 'while' had dragged on to longer then he wanted. When he got home he just collapsed on the couch, too tired to move too upset to clean up. To much pain for anything else. He takes out his phone and looks at it bleary eyed, then deletes the messages then texts Oscar. Sorry I'm late. -M Are you still home? -M I hope you made yourself some dinner. -M Please don't wait up for me. -M He drops the phone onto the ground and lays with his face in the couch.

oscar was prob crying bcuz he was lonely and sal prob hung out with him till it got late then went home, and the lonely part isnt montys fault, oscars just really extroverted and has a need to be around ppl a lot. but when he hears montys back he'd immediately go greet him. sit on the floor next to the couch and be like hi im glad ur home bby

Monty felt sick, and the expectant look on Oscar's face made his stomach turn. What was he supposed to say? He didn't say anything he just started crying and clung on to Oscar. "S-stupid, h-hormones." he sniffed. "S-sorry I hic took s-so long t-to sob come ho-home.."

Oscar wasn't expecting the burst of emotion from monty. he hugged him from the floor, rubbing his back "aw hey, what's wrong baby? who's ass do i needta kick?" he said the last part with a hint of aggression, always ready to throw down if someone hurt monty in any way.

Monty sniffed trying to get his words out without sounding to blubbery, "Atlas invited me over.. to introduce me to someone I never met." he wipes his face. "It was my dad..." he mumbles "Then Atlas got mad when I said he couldn't come to the wedding..."

Oscar wasnt sure how to respond to that. he'd always assumed monty's parents were dead, since he'd never heard mention of them. but of course, the main thing that rung in oscars head was that atlas was the one who'd upset him. he leaned back to cup his face and kiss his forehead, with sincerity and a small smile "do ya want me to punch him? i can punch him for ya."

Monty actually let out a weak giggle at that "No his face has to be pretty for the wedding you know..." he wipes his face and snuggles with Oscar. "I just dont know how he expects me to suddenly allow someone like that, back into my life..." Monty choked up again "He didn't want me."

oscar nuzzled him, happy he'd gotten a smile out of him."well, he made tha mistake of his life, clearly. look at what a wonderful person he missed out on knowin." he wasnt fond of thinking about family that didnt want him, but he could relate a lot to it, and he didnt want monty to feel alone in it "if it helps any.. my dad didnt want me either. i was told he seen me after i was born in the hospital and jus left then and there.. but ya know, fuck em. theyre just shitty people who dont give a fuck about their own kids.. id bet money their ribcages are empty." he said the last sentence with a sneer.

Monty didn't want to dwell on the subject any longer, so he just smothered Oscar in kisses. In his mind he claimed they would be the better dads and not leave their kids and never look back. He slides off the couch and carefully sits in Oscar's lap "Were you able to get yourself some dinner?" he asked finally, "Also you smell like Sal," he leans close and sniffs him. Sure he didnt have the smelling power Oscar's moms did but he could still smell that.

oscars tail thumped the floor a little before he controlled it to stop, happily kissing back and cuddling him close "wasnt hungry, and sal hung out with me for a bit. they got some dinner for me before they left, think its chinese.. ya wanna eat it?"

"No, I'm not really hungry... I don't think the baby was to happy I got upset.. and kind of hurt me a little." Monty rubs his stomach slightly then rubs Oscar's. "And how are you my little turtle dove, did you get lonely too?" he coos and smooches Oscar's stomach.

oscar grins lopsided and does his best not to wag his tail again at the cute display. he was really getting tired of this tail business. the small fetus responded by giving a weak little kick, "heh, i think they missed ya too. looks like ya got two number one fans now, huh?" it takes him a moment to backtrack to the first sentence, grin dropping in worry "do ya feel ok? should we go to tha doctor? are you bleeding? are they moving?" barage of questions as his hands moved under montys clothes to gently feel his stomach.

Monty slightly tensed under Oscar's hands and his face colored "Yes I feel fine, no we dont need a doctor, no I am not bleeding, and yes they are moving." and just as he said that Shiloh turned over, the movement felt against Oscar's hands. Monty shuddered a little knowing that Oscar's fingers would reach where the strap would be if he had a bra on. Which he promptly removed as soon as he got home.

oscar grinned at the movement, feeling his soul flutter in response. that was his baby in there, a tiny little thing he made with monty. he completly ignored his tail thumping the floor now, too concentrated on monty to care "youll tell me if ya dont feel good, right? and you should eat, what if it's hungry?"

He smiles softly "Of course babe, I'll eat for them, and I will tell you if something is wrong." Monty gets up with a little effort and waddles into the kitchen for some cinnamon oatmeal and milk. Something warm and yummy and filling for the baby.

Oscar didnt have nearly as much trouble as Monty did with getting up, following behind him and being what some would consider an absolute annoyance, hovering, rubbing his shoulders , ect. Though at least he helped assist monty on getting items. He got a text, fishing his phone out to glance at it before shoving it back in his pocket without giving the words of the text a second thought.

Monty honestly didn't mind Oscar hovering him, he had been used to it for a long time, and knew how to do things without tripping over him. Monty made dinner and while he was working on it watched as Oscar got a text "Who was it?" he asked seeing him shove it back into his pocket, concerned. "You okay babe?" he frowns stopping what he was doing and turning around to give Oscar his undivided attention.

Oscar looked at him a little confused, almost already forgetting the text. "Oh, it was jus ma." They had left for a few days to go deal with something else, but both texted him several times a day to make sure he wasn't slacking on taking care of his baby. Monty turning his attention towards him though, he crouched to nuzzle him again, being his ever affectionate self and ignoring whatever his mother had told him.

Monty had finished making the oatmeal, since he wasnt entirely hungry, though it was for Shiloh's sake. He kissed Oscar for a moment then turns to get his bowl and starts eating, "Was it something important? You shouldn't ignore her texts."

Oscar sits down, frowning a little "I'm not ignoring her, I seen it, it was just about-" he glanced at the bowl and frowned more, looking guilty "oh.. hm.." he fiddled with his sleeve a bit "I guess I should eat too. Heh.." its not that he was trying to not take care of himself, it just didnt really click as important to him unless he actually thought about it.

"So, you didn't eat when Sal brought food over?" he asked as he spooned another mouthful of oatmeal into his mouth, he felt the baby shift inside of him. Rubbing his stomach "There there little one you'll get some food it will just take a little bit." Monty sits on Oscar's lap "Aahh." he holds a spoonful of oatmeal to Oscar.

Oscar shrugged "put it in the fridge, that's why I asked if you wanted it.." he felt bad now for neglecting his baby. And stupid that he needed to be reminded of something so simple. He still smiled a little at the cute offer, eating the spoonful before kissing montys neck "if only eating you out counted as a square meal, I'd never forget to eat." He sat monty in his place, going to grab the food hed put in the fridge since he didnt want monty having to share his meal with him.

Monty blushed, though looked down when he got moved "Oh," he frowns he didnt really want take out "It was very nice of Sal to bring you some food while I was away." he stated eating more of the oatmeal, even though he wasn't exactly gone very long. Though again just thinking about it had his mind full of thoughts. His dad, suddenly coming back into his life which he had no idea he still was alive. Why had Atlas not said anything until just now? Monty stopped eating. -------

m- I guess Monty would of just told Oscar hes not sure what to think about inviting his dad to his wedding, and hes not happy Atlas didn't tell him his dad was still alive until now and hes not even sure he wants Atlas to go. Like 'you cant just forget about that and not tell me.'

o-Oscar wouldnt know what to suggest, just be like 'follow ur heart'

m-I think Monty would be mad for like a while and fuckin extreme clean the house. which .. Oscar should stop him since hes pregnant -v- dishes, scrub the floors, counters, wipe the walls, dust. vacuum

0-Be like bitch stop that and sit down

m-babe lift the couch for me >:V

0-Massages his feet and kisses his toes

m- Monty just dsklhsdf and blushes hes ticklish slightly

0-Oscar's like if u want a workout, just bend over and I'll help you with a much better one. That doesnt include possible bad cleaning supply smells or toxins. Just nice organic stuff

m- fklshd Oscar is like "Welp time for baby yoga lets go." Monty gets down on the floor on all fours and sticks his butt up in the air. "Yeah I guess this helps." fksldhf

0- Well he meant his dick, but that works too

m- summon the dicco :V and I know you did I think Monty might end up crying during sex though cause hes super emotional lmao "Babe can we just snuggle.. Im sorry" sniffle

0- hed kiss him a lot and hold his hands "We can absolutely snuggle" Rub his tummy His dick can wait Like shhh it's ok, I can get off later, I just wanna smooch u and make u feel loved

m-hlkfhg Monty keeps pushing his plump lil ass against Oscar's hips like "plz fuck my thighs"

0-WELL ITS HARD TO REFUSE IF U DO THAT MONTY

m-dslkfh do it oscar stick your dick between those plump thighs meng give him a good ol squeeze.

o-Fine but hope montys prepared to have him panting and groaning curses against his neck

m-klshdf Monty is super blushy and still got tears from crying before but now hes fucking aroused and shit might fucking nut just from the rubbing

o-Hell yeah, dick rubbing over his puss Nuts all over his thighs and tummy

m-Monty is all panting and just gives him sloppy kisses clinging onto him "Thanks babe I feel a lot better now." nuzzles his face. - theeeen starts crying again "I love you so much." -sobs

o-Hfgdgdxvhfhg oscar just peppers kisses all over him and tells him how sweet and perfect he is

m-Monty turns and snuggles into Oscar touching him all over and cuddling up to him. Then probably just falls asleep against him afterwords tuckered out from stress -------end

#oscarrp #rptag

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sweetpxsin · 6 years

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Hwang Hyunjin :: Soulmate AU!

>>Genre: Soulmate! AU // Fluff

>>Member: Hwang Hyunjin

>>A/N: None [request box open] Stray kids m.list // Ya’ll I’m sorry this isn’t as cute as the Chan one I wanted to get this out before I go back to school but I still hope you enjoy it//

>>side note**: Lyrics are from ‘Bruno mars finesse remix ft cardi b’ (if ya’ll eff with this song I love you)

•Everyone was born with a necklace with a watch pendent on it

•The watch only stopped when you were to meet your soulmate

•Alongside when you and your soulmate touched for the first everything stops for a moment with the exception of both of you being able to speak and move

•You were always a fan of the idea of soulmates

•The idea of it just seemed magical especially when you heard your parents story of how they met

•It could practically beat any disney princess movie ever

•So to say that the idea of soulmates weren’t lingering in the back of your mind was a lie

•You weren’t particularly anxious in middle school to find your soulmate but when highschool came around you could say you were a lot more…per say anxious

•Especially with being a JYP trainee

•Some nights while you trained you wondered if your soulmate was going through the same thing or was busy studying for finals

•Other times your soulmate never entered your mind once

•It was coming closer to monthly evaluations and you could say these were most definitely one of those times your soulmate barely was on your mind

•You spent late nights in the practice rooms and studio to practice your dance and rap/singing

•and today was one of those nights

•You sighed staring at the mirror in front of you before wiping off your sweat, your dance partner long gone

•If you couldn’t get this dance down there was no way you would get passed monthly evaluations and therefore be dropped

•Starting up the music again you started from the top

•Soon afterwards a small frown decorated your lips as you messed up on the same part of the choreography once again

•”Need help?”

•You jumped at the sudden voice and glared at the older male who smiled in amusement clearly satisfied he had scared you

•”That wasn’t funny Hyunjin.”

•”It was to me atleast.”

•You rolled your eyes and straightened up before walking to the laptop

•you showed Hyunjin the part and he quickly caught onto the concept of how the moves went

•trying out the move a couple times himself he called you over and helped you step by step through it

•and in 10 minutes max you had learned the part

•”thank Hyunjin.”

•he hummed in reply while waving goodbye before heading out the door

•you watched with a small smile as he left

•if there was one thing you hated more than anything was your small crush on Hyunjin

•knowing that he could or couldn’t be your soulmate broke your heart at the slightest

•and unknowingly absolutely no skinship became an unspoken rule between you two

•it wasn’t like you wanted it to be that way you were just afraid of the truth

•shaking your head you got up from the floor and practiced a little longer to ensure Hyunjin’s help wouldn’t go in vain before heading off to go back home

•And days like this repeated till it was monthly evaluations

•It was the night before the monthly evaluations and you had decided to stay behind a little later to practice a little longer

•”Knock knock.”

•Your eyes met Hyunjin’s eye through the mirror

•”Hey, I know you’re kinda busy practicing and all but mind if I steal you from practice?”

•He didn’t even have to say his full sentence the shy smile he was giving you was enough to make you say yes

•”Sure where to?”

•”Just the cafe nearby.”

•”Do I get to see kkami?”

•With a playful eye roll he told you to hurry up before he left you behind

•In which you did because Hyunjin was a boy of his words

•Once at the cafe Hyunjin had managed to make your heart flutter once more

•”How did-?”

•”Now what type of side hoe bestie would I be if I didn’t know your favorite drink?”

•”Your unbelive-”

•”Unbelievably amazing I know.”

•Staring at Hyunjin in complete awe you wondered just how he had managed to be the guy that stole your heart

•But just as quickly as the thought came so did Hyunjin leaving your side

•abandoning your thoughts you quicken your pace and followed the boy to his apartment

•as comfortable silence hung over the both of you, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Hyunjin

•One question always lingered in your mind about Hyunjin but you could never bring yourself to asking

•”Take a picture it last longer.”

•”Shut it.”

•With a chuckle he unlocked the door of his apartment allowing Kkami to greet you

•taking your time to greet the pup you ruffled Kkami’s hair before standing up to follow Hyunjin to his balcony with Kkami following suit

•Taking a moment to appreciate the sight of Hyunjin as he leaned over the edge admiring the view up from his apartment before joining after him

•”are you nervous?”

•”for what?”

•”tomorrow?”

•”Yeah…But I’ll know you’ll do amazing Hyunjin. Stray kids fighting!”

•Despite Hyunjin chuckling at your sudden outburst of encouragement something felt off to you

•”You alright?”

•It was an innocent question but before Hyunjin could process the words in his mind they slipped out

•”What do you think about soulmates (y/n)?”

•”U-Uhm… I think they’re nice…Almost fairytale like?”

•”Have you met yours yet?”

•”No what about you?”

•”I haven’t either.”

•For a split second it felt like the world had stopped around you when your eyes met Hyunjin’s

•And you barely noticed him slowly leaning in till his warm breath brushes against your skin

•”H-Hyunjin.”

•Snapping out of his own phase he pulls away muttering a sorry underneath his breath

•”I-I’m gonna head to bed you can sleep on my bed I’ll sleep on the couch.”

•And with that he left you

•dumbfounded you stayed outside to cool down a bit

•even afterwards when you were laying in his bed by yourself you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep

•But the next day you both acted like nothing had happened

•sure the atmosphere was probably 5x tenser than the the normal chill silence you both could keep

•But it was better then ignoring each other

•it was the day of the monthly evaluations anyway so you both had better things to worry about

•well…more like you had more things to worry about

•you had just reached the venue and you were already going nuts about trying to find your dance partner

•”Hey Jeongin do you know where my dance partner is today??”

•”No I haven’t seen him sorry Noona.”

•And if your partner had sense your panic your phone instantly vibrated in your pocket

•Sorry I’m telling you so late right now… but i’m sorry I’m dealing with family problems

•Just like that your heart sunk

•Not only had your endless hours of practicing gone down the drain

•But now you had to find out how to make the song a solo dance

•You were practically a nervous wreck, occasionally nipping at your nails with your restless eyes watching the other trainees perform their stages

•”hey are you okay? And where’s Sejun?”

•”He couldn’t make it family problems.”

•You could barely manage to get the words out you were speaking so fast as the anxiousness presses heavier

•”i…I know the dance?”

•”Yeah but aren’t you performing with your group?”

•”There’s a performance in between ours. I’m not gonna let you go up on that stage alone, what type of friend would I be?”

•before you could even protest he was smirking waving goodbye as he went up on the stage

•and if you had thought the other performances had gone by fast it was like his want by in a hot second and you were standing there with him

•the music started and you both began to dance

•Ooh, don’t we look good together? There’s a reason why they watch all night long all night long

•Hyungjin raises a brow in amusement at lyrics of the song

•his hands centimeters above your waist, while your hands rested nearly around his shoulders before you spun away before he could inch up your body any further (Yo it’s hard to write the dance but it’s like that part in really really by winner where the the girls like with the boys and their hands go around their arms while they sorta wave their bodywards??—I’ll just stop)

•Yeah, I know we’ll turn heads forever (forever) So tonight, I’m gonna show you off

•as you “walk” away from Hyunjin he’s quickly by your side again his arm hovered over your shoulder as he followed your steps back towards the center

•(I’m stopping with this trying to make a choreography y’all it’s late)

•the dance was filled with so much chemistry even the audience was at their edge of their seats

•like literally the whole time they were wondering when you’d both just kiss or be in each other’s arm that’s how much the chemistry was

•Fellas, grab your ladies if your lady fine Tell her she the one, she the one for life (woo)

•and just like the audience had wanted Hyungjin finally grabbed your hand and pull you in his chest

•and just like that time slowed for the both of you

•only bright love struck smiles filling both of your faces

•We out here drippin’ in finesse (we drippin’ on them)

•and the dance continued perfectly the atmosphere light and filled with love

•In a rush Hyunjin pulled you off the stage with him before enveloping you into his embrace a kiss coming along with it

•in which you happily returned

•”you know I always knew there was a reason why you’d always pop up at the perfect times”

•because I kinda rushed this one I SHALL SPOIL YOU WITH CUTE BONUS

•Any chance Hyunjin gets he will dance with you because he just loves the feeling he gets

•especially when the chemistry builds up and then he finally haves you in his arms at the “killing part” of the choreography because it remind him of the day he officially knew you were his

•he also lowkey loves to sneak little kisses when he thinks no one’s looking

•kkami is your guys little child okay don’t fight me on his

•literally dumped teacher Changbin for you to help him with rap

•highkey still a savage even while dating you

•”your canceled sorry I don’t know a (y/n) my soulmate is Coca Cola oppa.”

(I’m sorry this was trash i might redo this one if I get a chance)

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #hyunjin scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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awww sophie the stegosaurus is so cute she even has her own emoji🦕!!!!!! and he has a favorite dinosaur too grace im gonna cry this is so adorable🥺🥺 i love how he suggested doing the whole tour cause i feel like he knew she wanted to see everything but was to embarrassed to ask him!!!!! 100% soft dom who knows his partner really well and treats her accordingly

“i jumped slightly when as something touched my hip… to see harry’s hand touching my hip” GIRLLLLLLLL HIS LOVE LANGUAGE IS TOUCH IM OBSESSED “my heart hurting as i also predicted only to have harry loop his pinky finger around mine and tug” please he’s my favorite boy ever my beloved my little meow meow!!!! GRACE OH MY GOD THE SIMULATOR SCENE “wouldn’t let anything happen to you” and “i rolled my lips together as harry let me finish reading the board whilst he hovered behind me, our fingers intertwined behind my back slightly” PLEASEEEEEEEE SHE WAS LEANING HER HEAD ON HIS CHEST!!!! ONCE AGAIN MY SIZE KINK!!!!!!!!!! “his other one still had his pinky wrapped around my own but as the tv cut out to show nothing but static on the screen, harry’s arm stretched further around in front of me and my back was pushed flush against his chest as the simulator went dark..” WHAT! THE! FUCK! and the he said he was proud of her💦💦💦💦💦 my poor🐱!!!! awwwww and when they went to the gift shop and ivy thought about getting harry a mug with his fav dinosaur on it!!!! i bet harry was buying something for her when ivy spotted him talking to one of the shop vendors 🥺 HE BOUGHT TOYS FOR HIS SISTER’S KIDS PLEASEEEEE I NEED TO SEE HOW HE INTERACTS WITH KIDS 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 his biological clock is ticking and i think we’ll get at least one conversation about how he wants to have kids with ivy etc bc i remember from a previous h pov chapter that he “needed to work to be able to support his family”!!!!! so ummm maybe we’ll finally have a kid plot in one of your stories????? just to let u know im still waiting for may and harry’s wedding AND children 😚 im not sure if you feel comfortable writing about these topics so pls dont feel pressured to create something youre not okay with but if it’s something u want to share with us in the future i will probably pass out of happiness!!!! (3/4) 🥡

Sophie the stegosaurus 🫀

this is a diplodocus 🦕 still love u tho Chinese takeaway

OFC THEYR DOING THE WHOLE THING!!! she was so insistent abt museums why WOULDNT he take her to do the thing???? he wants to spend the day with her 😌 he knows his wife Trust Me

his love language is touch and oh buddy he’s going to make sure that it’s fulfilled he loves touching her 🥺 not even in a sexy times way he just thinks she’s neat n soft and he loves 🥺

the earthquake simulator was the hardest thing for me to write bc 1 earthquakes are v hard for me describe right but also I kept CRYING every five SECONDS he IS proud of her!!!!! He WOULDNT let anything happen to her!!!!!

u will find out soon gemma has a child and Harry is obsessed with her and ur bestie he does want kids and he’s 33 so like 🤔

but im gunna be honest with u i hate children, don’t want my own, don’t want to interact with them and i wish I could live in a chitty chitty bang bang society so I’m not sure ceo will ever get children

however angel h n may will be having one bc im too soft for my first borns and May is so in love with him she will give him a child, eventually

#Chinese takeaway #fic stuff #bambi #answered

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warriorqueen1991 · 7 years

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Razorblades And Lemon Juice (pt. 1)

Characters: Vampire Negan X Reader

Warnings: none yet ;)

Notes: This idea just kinda snuck up on me so I hope you guys like it, not sure how many parts are gonna be in this one but if there’s something you always wanted to see a vamp Negan do send it my way and I will try to work it in if I can ♡♡♡

Once again let me know if u want on my Negan tag list ♡♡♡♡

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Tears streaked down your face as you stared up at the large throne of human skeletons and barbed wire. The creature that sat sprawled legged on its leather seat smirking down at you.

Sure he looked human enough, but there wasn’t an ounce of humanity left in Negan.

He shifted forward in his throne, his irises glowing a soft gold as he rubbed his gloved hand down his face.

“you know, you should save those tears for the living” he drawled deeply.

You shook your head “I’m begging for your help sir…please”.

He hummed, a wide smile showcasing his dimples. “I know” he rasped “ya see… I like hearing you fucking beg”.

His heavy whisper sent chills down your spine as he rose to his feet.

Stumbling to your feet you quickly retreated away from his approaching figure.

“You want me to fucking save your community, kill the fucking demons at your door…”

Your back bumped into the cold stone wall making you jump. His eyes glowing ominously in the shadows as he leaned uncomfortably close to your face licking his lips.

“I…I understand tha…”

“Oh you fucking understand me know?” he snarled “darlin, you don’t know shit”.

Your heart was racing, this was such a horrible idea. Negan was a monster, a vicious killer that had terrorized your community for as long as you could remember.

Why would he ever help you?

He glared at you before moving back a step pointing at you swiftly, a deep chuckle rumbling up through his chest as he cocked his head at you.

“Bet you think I’m a fucking monster, right?”

You whimpered closing your eyes in fear.

Growling he gripped your face harshly between his gloved fingers.

“Speak when your fucking spoken to!!!” his roaring command making you cry out, shaking in fear.

“I…I’m sorry…yes, we…we were told you killed hundreds of innocent people” you sobbed. He released your face with a hiss “yeah I’m the fucking monster…but it was your fucking kind that spilt first blood…”

You shook your head in protest before quickly going still as he lifted his leather clad hand in a silent warning.

Shaking his head he clenched his teeth so you could see his long incisors.

“My beautiful, sweet Lucille…a woman who wouldn’t harm a fucking fly”. He growled “you creature’s dragged her out of our fucking home while I was slumbering”.

He watched as your brow creased in confusion, leaning forward so his lips were by your ear he whispered “she was fucking human by the way”.

You looked up at him “what?”

He snorted wrinkling his nose in disgust, “that’s right…my fucking human wife was dragged from our fucking home and murdered in the fucking street”.

His face twisted in pain as he moved farther away from you “just for loving the fucking monster in the shadows”.

He glared at you “now sweetheart tell me…who’s the real fucking monster here?”

You stammered “that…that had to of happened years ago, before I was even born. Half the people that were around back then are dead….I’m not here for them”.

He stared down at you “then who the fuck are you pleading for?” he growled.

“they call themselves The Whisperers, they look like the dead and use them as protection”. You took a deep breath trying to find your courage “they’ve taken all the children”.

He nodded “perhaps I should help them kill the little fuckers, cut you parasites off at the fucking knees” he chuckled as your face grew hard.

The spark of fire in your eyes made him smile, moving in to once again invade your personal space.

He was trying to scare you.

Wiping the tears from your face you glared up at him “there innocent! The people who killed your wife were monsters yes, but you have a chance to save the lives of these kids”.

You rubbed your shoulder nervously before meeting his curious gaze “imagine the stories they’ll tell…you don’t have to be cruel”.

Negan hummed low in his throat “gotta admit you got some beach ball size lady nuts coming up here by yourself”.

He chuckled with a whisper “ok…but I want something in return” you shrunk away from him “wh…what do you want?”

He leaned forward letting his nose trace the shell of your ear, before inhaling against your neck.

You gasped when he exhaled with a groan “It’s been awhile since I’ve smelt something quite as delicious as you”.

Panicking you quickly pushed away from him “pl…please don’t hurt me” he chuckled darkly before speaking softly.

“I like your fear, it’s mine now!”

Fresh tears fell silently down your cheeks as you nodded.

You didn’t have a choice.

He smiled “you are mine!”

You looked up at him helplessly as he relished in your terror, licking his lips.

You didn’t know what he had planned for you.

But at least the children would be saved.

He purred deep in his chest before leaning back obnoxiously as he chuckled, “alright darlin” he boasted before leaning forward pressing his lips to your hair with a soft purr.

“follow me”.

You shivered shifting away as he gently pressed his hand to your back urging you forward.

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The halls of his sanctuary were cold and damp like a prison cell which was oddly poetic. You cried silently as he moved in beside you gripping your arm as he opened up a bright red door.

You blinked in surprise at the cozy feeling the room seemed to give off, everything was neat and tidy.

Books lined a small shelf on the wall beside a small bed with a fluffy pillow. A large leather chair pushed in the corner with a three drawer dresser placed next to the door.

Negan made a small noise before he shoved you forward.

“Well princess I gotta fuckin eat soooo…”

He waggled his eyebrows at you “unless you wanna show me exactly how much you fucking appreciate my help, I’d suggest you not fucking leave this room till I come get ya”.

You swallowed nervously before giving him a quick nod, he smiled running his tongue over his fangs.

“not even a fucking taste?”

You rubbed your arms shying away from him toward the wall “n…no”

He chuckled “suite yourself…” he groaned leaning back against the doorway “I hear it can be quite fucking pleasurable for both parties if fucking done right”.

You couldn’t stop the slowly creeping blush making its way up your neck.

He ran his hand down his chest before lifting up his shirt fanning his newly exposed skin. Your mouth parted slightly at the teasing trail of hair leading from his pants.

What the hell were you doing?

“Fucking hot in here ain’t it?”

You jerked your eyes back to his shaking your head quickly.

He snickered pushing off the wood “must be why your face is so fuckin red right?” your face felt like it was blazing, you quickly dropped your gaze to the floor.

Running his hand down his face he chuckled sliding from the door as he pulled it shut, finally leaving you to your thoughts.

Sitting on the bed you sighed rubbing your hands down your face, you could feel the beginnings of a headache brewing behind your eyes.

What the hell did Negan want?

If he just wanted you to feed on he would of done it already.

So what was his agenda?

The sound of a door slamming nearby had you getting to your feet hovering by the door. Your hand reached out to grasp the handle, just a quick peek.

Cracking the door open you poked your head out peering down the dark hallway.

Taking a deep breath you went to move out in the hall just as Negan’s large frame crowded you back inside making you squeak in surprise, falling to your backside.

He sighed folding his arms as he leaned against the door “wow, you don’t fucking listen very well do you?”

His question didn’t register as your eyes fell to the drop of blood running down the corner his mouth.

He noticed you’re distracted gaze, lifting up his thumb to dab his lip looking down at it in amusement.

“sorry darlin, got in a bit of a fucking hurry” he purred running his tongue out to lick his lip before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

You were breathing heavily as you watched him lick up the blood on his hand with a groan, his golden eyes never leaving yours.

Stepping forward he offered you his hand “I ain’t gonna hurt ya doll” noticing you were shaking he smiled softly pursing his lips “hmmm… let’s be friends” he rasped.

You eyed his hand suspiciously before gently grasping his fingers, pulling you to your feet as he continued to smile.

“get some sleep darlin”

You looked down noticing your hand was still grasping his fingers, an odd heat filled your chest.

What was he planning?

And why was he treated you like a guest and not a prisoner?

Negan pulled his fingers away slowly as he backed up to the door “you hungry? or…” you shook your head “no I’m just…just gonna try to sleep”. He nodded “good” with that he pulled the door shut, the sound of him locking the door made you flinch.

So much for being a guest

You sighed laying down on your bed pulling your knees up to your chest, closing your eyes.

What the hell had you gotten into you?

#jdm #negan smut #twd negan #negan #twd #the walking dead #jdm fanfiction #negan fanfiction #jeffrey dean morgan smut #jeffrey dean morgan

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dimensiontripperhibiki · 7 years

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Let It Burn (41/?)

Thanks for the reblogs, messages and comments etc. Hope you guys like this chapter! Warning(s): Angst, violence, swearing

“What’s going on?!” Maki exclaimed as she hurried down the stairs. Eli, Honoka and Umi were hot on her heels, she knew, but she could hear other footsteps behind them too. She figured it must be Yume, Nico and the others. “Some guy is running toward the door with a kid and someone else on his back.” Kanan said hesitantly as Maki reached the bottom of the stairs. “Should we let him in?” Out of the corner of her eye, Maki noticed Eli go up in flames, stepping forward a bit more to situate herself in front of Honoka and Umi. She hurried forward herself and threw the door open just as the man reached it. Now that he was close enough, Maki noticed that he looked younger than she’d thought. Probably around Kotori’s age. As soon as he stepped foot into the house, she narrowed her eyes at him, focusing intently on forcing her way into his mind. With a yell of pain, he fell to his knees, Kotori still on his back. Forced to let go of Yuki’s hand, he braced himself with his hands on the floor. Maki felt her hair fly up as Rin ran past her, grabbing Kotori and running back to Honoka, Eli and Umi, all in the blink of an eye.

Terrified, Yuki backed up into the corner, trying to get as far away from the new ability users as she could. “Kotori-chan!” Honoka pushed the hood back from Kotori’s face and flinched at the sight of blood and bruises. She quickly shook it off though and hugged Kotori gently, her eyes brimming with tears. “It’s okay, you’re safe now.” Feeling a hand gently stroke her hair, Kotori drew her eyes away from Honoka and locked eyes with Umi who looked equally emotional. She could see her mother standing nearby too, a relieved look on her face. “Who the hell are you?!” Maki’s voice caught her attention and she looked over, finding her girlfriend had stepped closer to Raven, her hand stretched out in front of her. “What did you do to her?” “Maki-chan, leave him...alone.” Kotori choked out. She wished she could move to Maki and hug her but she couldn’t. She couldn’t even stand on her own. She was still leaning heavily against Rin. “Please.” Maki was silent for a moment before her hand lowered to her side. “Don’t worry, I’ll take over from here.” Eli said, taking a step forward. She placed her flaming hand lightly on Maki’s shoulder. “Go to her, Maki.” Maki nodded but didn’t move. “Why is it suddenly cold?” Nozomi mumbled, rubbing her arms. Raven looked up, trying to think past the pain in his head. Looking behind him, he noticed ice creeping up the wall where Yuki was crouched down. “Shit, you’re scaring her. What the hell is…?” He trailed off as Eli grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged him to his feet. “Ah, hot, hot, hot…” “Shut up.” Eli snarled, ignoring the fact that his shirt was on fire. “Everyone, stop fighting!” Honoka exclaimed, earning herself a few looks of surprise. “Just look at her, she’s having a panic attack. Eli-senpai, put him down!” Eli silently let go of Raven and he stepped back, patting his shirt frantically to put the flames out. “Nozomi-chan.” Honoka reached out and grabbed Nozomi’s hand, pulling her away from Future Honoka. She guided her over to Yuki and crouched down in front of the young girl, ignoring the chill emanating from her. She smiled softly, meeting frightened silver eyes. “Hi. My name’s Honoka. You’re safe now, okay? Nothing’s going to happen to you.” Rei, who had joined them with Takashi, looked away and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the memories that crept up on her. “Where are your parents?” Nozomi asked kindly, crouching down next to Honoka. Yuki sniffled softly and slowly lowered her hands from her ears. “I-I don’t know. I was taken t-there when I was born.” Rei gritted her teeth and looked at Takashi who was frowning. “They’re still doing it. I’m going to kill him.” She stormed off without another word. Takashi was tempted to follow but he knew there needed to be an adult present. An impartial adult. He carefully made his way closer to the girl and crouched down, pulling his shirt sleeve up. “Do you have one of these marks too? The one where they put the needle when you were a baby?” Yuki looked at his arm, noticing the familiar scar. She nodded in response and held out her arm. “H-How did you…?” “I’m just like you.” Takashi said softly, trying to contain his emotion. He felt pained for the girl and furious with Sonoda. With everyone involved. “Nozomi, please take her to one of the spare rooms. She should stay with one of us.” “Hey, if you think I’m going to let you…” Raven made to take a step forward but Eli stepped in front of him again and he quickly stepped back, holding his hands up in surrender. “Got it.” “U-Umi-chan and I can look after her!” Honoka said quickly. “She can stay with us. Right, Umi-chan?” She glanced over at Umi who was untying the belt from Kotori’s wrists. She looked up though, giving a brief nod. “Her name is Yuki.” Kotori said weakly, her gaze lingering on Maki’s back. The redhead hadn’t even looked at her yet. “She told us earlier.” “Thank you, Kotori-chan. I’ll look after her.” Honoka stood up and held out her hand to Yuki who shook her head and got to her feet on her own. “I-I need gloves or I’ll hurt you.” Yuki said shakily. “Raven-san said he would get me some.” She looked to him hopefully and he forced a small smile to his lips. “I’m sure she’ll find some for you.” Yuki looked a little displeased at that but she nodded her head and allowed Honoka to guide her out of the room and up the stairs. “Go with her please, Umi-chan.” Kotori said hoarsely. “Just to make sure they’re okay. I’ll be fine. Please. You can visit me later.” “Okay.” Umi hugged Kotori gently before she hurried after Honoka. “Can you stand?” Rin asked in concern. She felt Kotori shake her head and held onto her tighter, accidentally pressing on one of Kotori’s wounds and causing Kotori to cry out in pain. “HEY!” Raven exclaimed, his hand automatically going to his gun in his back pocket. He was surprised when he found it wasn’t there. “What the…?” He turned and found a girl with light lavender eyes standing behind him, a smirk playing at her lips as she twirled the gun around her finger. “You know, the safety isn’t on. You’re gonna end up shooting yourself.” “Doesn’t matter. It’ll go right through me.” Hanayo said, somewhat smugly. “What?” Hanayo reached out, passing her hand right through his chest. He stumbled back in surprise. Nico, who had gone to the kitchen to get a glass of water, frowned at Hanayo. She guided the straw in the glass to Kotori’s lips to help her drink. Kotori did so desperately. It had been days since she’d drank anything. She was sure she was dehydrated. “Thank you, Nico-chan….” Nico managed a small smile before she glanced at Maki in concern. It hadn’t escaped her notice that Maki hadn’t said anything to Kotori yet. She wasn’t even looking at her. She cleared her throat. “What are we going to do with him?” “Get him a room. He helped me escape even though he could have been killed.” Kotori said weakly. She looked to her mother. “Please, mom. He’s not one of them. Just give him a chance to explain. Please.” Yume couldn’t say no. She nodded in response and signalled for the young man to follow her. “I’ll show you to a room. But I am locking you in. Eli, if you wouldn’t mind coming with me...” “Nothing I’m not used to.” Raven mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Rin, go with Yume-san. You too, Hanayo.” Nico ordered as she moved to take Kotori away from Rin. She was surprised at how much of her weight Kotori had to lean on her. She helped Kotori over to the couch as Yume, Eli, Raven, Hanayo and Rin left. “I’ll leave you two alone for a minute.” She said softly, placing her hand on Kotori’s shoulder when the girl was finally seated. “I’m going to get Rei-san to heal you.” Kotori nodded and watched as Nico left the room. She turned back to Maki, her heart in her throat. Her girlfriend was facing her now, but she had her head down so Kotori couldn’t see her face. “Maki-chan? Can you look at me, please?” There was a moment of stillness before Maki lifted her head, revealing tears streaking their way down her cheeks. Kotori’s heart ached at the sight. “Maki-chan...come here.” Maki hurried forward and threw her arms around Kotori’s neck, ignorant of her injuries. Kotori gritted her teeth. She’d expected it that time so she didn’t cry out. Unable to move much, she couldn’t do anything as Maki sobbed into her neck though. “I was so s-scared.” Maki sobbed, clutching at the hoodie Kotori was wearing. “I thought I lost you and I felt...I felt like I was going to fucking die, Koto-nee. I didn’t know what to do a-and I couldn’t help you...” “I’m here.” Kotori whispered, wishing she could do something else. “I’m right here, Maki-chan. I’m not going anywhere. Hey, look into my eyes, okay?” Maki drew back slightly, meeting Kotori’s eyes. “You were the only thing that got me through being there. I thought about you all of the time. I love you so much, Maki-chan. I…” Kotori’s brow furrowed slightly as her head seemed to spin. “I-I think I’m gonna…” The last thing she heard was Maki calling her name before everything turned black. ---- “It’s okay. Go ahead.” Honoka said with a reassuring smile as she pushed the bowl of chicken katsu curry toward Yuki. They were sitting on the floor in her bedroom with Umi next to them while Eli hovered near the doorway. Yuki didn’t need any further permission and without a second thought she began to eat the food enthusiastically. Honoka watched in amusement as it seemed to disappear within seconds. “Good?” Umi asked with a small smile. “I can get you some more if you want some. I’m sure Nico won’t mind making more.” “N-No, thank you.” Yuki said shakily. Her gaze drifted over to Eli and she scooted closer to Honoka, whispering something to her. “Yeah, Eli-senpai is cool.” Honoka said as she looked briefly over at Eli. “Though her power is the opposite.” “I wish I had fire power.” Yuki mumbled, looking down at her now gloved hands. “I hate my ability. It just hurts people.” “We can help you with that.” Umi said quietly, hoping to soothe the young girl. “You’re with us now. We’re not like the people at the facility. We’ll help you as much as we can. I promise.” “Even E-Eli-senpai?” Yuki asked uncertainly, her gaze flitting to the blonde. “I think she’s scared of me.” Eli’s eyes widened as the girl looked at her. “I-It’s not that.” She made her way closer and crouched down next to Yuki, making a tiny flame in the palm of her hand. “I know how you feel. We’re the same, see? But different.” Yuki took her glove off and reached out toward the flame, slowly getting closer until her ability started to turn the flame to ice and her palm started to feel like it was burning. Both she and Eli pulled away at once, in pain. Yuki scurried back to Honoka’s side while Eli drew her hand to her chest. “I-I’m sorry!” Yuki exclaimed as Honoka’s arms went around her. “I always scare people. None of the other kids would go near me a-at the facility!” “No, it’s fine. I’m just weak to the cold.” Eli said softly, her hand still stinging with pain. “Seems like you might be weak to fire, hmm?” Yuki nodded hesitantly. “They u-used to make me try to get close to it...at the facility.” Eli forced a smile to her lips though she felt sick at hearing that. “Honoka, can I talk to you outside? Please?” Honoka nodded and carefully extracted herself from Yuki. Promising she would be back, she left the room with Eli and followed her down the hallway until they came to Yume’s office. They let themselves in and Eli breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t find Kotori’s mother or Hibiki there. She quickly closed the door behind them. “It seems like the kid is attached to you.” Eli said softly as she turned to Honoka who gave a slight shrug. “That’s a good thing. I guess she’ll be staying with you in your room because there are no spare rooms and...she doesn’t seem like she wants to leave your side. You were the first person here to reach out to her so it makes sense.” “I-I guess…” Honoka said uncertainly. “I want to help her. She reminds me of...Yukiho, in a way. I need to help her.” Eli forced another smile. “She’ll be safe with you and Umi. But um...I can’t stay there anymore. In your room. At least for now. I don’t want to hurt her and getting too close to her is hurting me. I want to find a way to get past that but for now, I can’t be there. So it’ll just be you and Umi for a while, okay?” Honoka’s heart felt like it plummeted in her chest. “You’re leaving?” Eli stepped close to Honoka and gently brushed her hair back from her face. “It’s not forever, hopefully. Just until we find a solution to this. I know looking after Yuki is something you need to do. I’m happy that you have something you want to do. You don’t know how happy it makes me to see you like this again. Your happiness is all that matters to me, Honoka.” “Are...Are we still together?” Honoka asked, her voice cracking slightly. “We’re still together, right? Eli-senpai?” “Yes, we are.” Eli said softly. She gently drew Honoka into her arms and hugged her tightly. “I’ll be down the hall, with Arisa. You can visit whenever you want.” “I’ll miss you.” Honoka said, her voice hitching slightly with emotion. “I liked sleeping with you. I don’t know how I’m going to sleep without your warmth. You always made me feel safe. I always knew you were there with me and nothing would happen to you and...” Eli gently shushed Honoka and drew back, meeting her teary eyes. “Hey, don’t cry. I know it’s not the same but I won’t be far. “ Honoka blinked rapidly. “I might end up sleeping with you and Arisa-chan…” “Honoka…” Eli said disapprovingly though she couldn’t deny that the idea of Honoka missing her felt good. “Kiss me.” Honoka did as she was asked, leaning up and pressing her lips to Eli’s as she wrapped her arms around the blonde’s neck. She felt Eli draw her closer by gripping her hips and hummed in satisfaction as her girlfriend kissed her back. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before Eli was deepening the kiss, her hands sliding under Honoka’s shirt to map out soft skin she’d already spent a countless amount of time exploring. Honoka whimpered softly as Eli pressed her tongue past her lips. She guided the blonde back to Yume’s desk and reached down, grasping her thighs to lift her up onto it. “It’s so hot when you do that…” Eli mumbled, drawing away for just a split second before she kissed Honoka again. “Shut up.” Honoka growled, crawling up onto the desk so that she was straddling Eli’s thighs. She kissed her back, her fingers threading into soft blonde hair to hold her close. She felt Honoka’s hands go to her back, the light touch only enticing her further. She didn’t want Eli to think she was in the way or that she was a second priority to Honoka. Honoka sank her fingers into Eli’s hair and clutched it lightly, drawing her head back. She kissed her way down the girl’s neck, pausing to lightly suck at the soft skin there and smirked in satisfaction when Eli softly gasped. “Honoka, s-should we really…” Eli’s protests trailed off as Honoka leaned back and tugged off her shirt. Eli gaped at Honoka as her smooth abdomen and curvaceous breasts were revealed. Any second thoughts she’d had promptly disappeared.

----- When Kotori woke up she was overjoyed to find herself finally back in her own bed. She’d craved it over the past week, thinking she would never see it again. “Maki-chan…” She mumbled, remembering the moments before she’d fallen asleep. “She was in here until she passed out. Literally. Rei put her to be in the infirmary so she can keep an eye on her.” “Honoka-chan…” Kotori looked to her right where she found Future Honoka perched on the edge of her bed. She smiled softly at her and tried to push herself up, finding that her arms were finally back to normal. She blushed in embarrassment as Honoka reached out and lifted the pillows behind her so she had something to lean again. “Thank you.” She leaned back with a content sigh, briefly closing her eyes for a moment. “How long was I out?” “A few hours.” Honoka answered quietly, reaching for Kotori’s hands. She squeezed it gently. “You really scared us, you know.” “Sorry.” Kotori whispered, thinking about how Maki had reacted. And how relieved Honoka and Umi had been when they’d seen her. “You were there when I got back, weren’t you? And then you left again?” “Yeah, I um...sorry about that. Seeing you so hurt just...brought up some bad memories. I’m sorry.” Honoka said apologetically. “I’m sorry for not being the one to save you too. I should have been. But I didn’t know where they had you. If I’d known, I would have come. I’d have killed them all to get to you.” “I know.” Kotori whispered with a small smile. “I know how you feel, Honoka-chan. You don’t have to tell me.” “I wish you knew.” Honoka moved further onto the bed and carefully drew Kotori into her arms, kissing the top of her head. Kotori melted into Honoka’s side, basking in the warmth emanating from the future version of her best friend. In the cell it had always been cold and lonely. She didn’t feel like that at all with Honoka. “Tell me something. About...the future? Your future. Please?” Honoka was silent for a moment, biting her lip. The future wasn’t something she really liked to talk about. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Kotori hastened to say, noticing the hesitation on Honoka’s face. “I just want to think about something else for a few minutes.” “It’s fine.” Honoka said softly, giving Kotori a gentle squeeze. She had a thousand questions she wanted to ask about what had happened while Kotori was away but she understood the need to think about something else. “You threatened to punch Eli-senpai in the face once, did I tell you about that?” Honoka chuckled softly when Kotori looked up at her in surprise. “In my future, Eli-senpai was very...reckless at times. And I was always tagging along with her, trying to make sure she stayed safe. You used to hate that. I almost always ended up hurt by the time I got back. Anyway, it was especially bad one night and you grabbed her and shoved her against the wall. Threatened to punch her if she didn’t stop putting me in danger. It was actually kind of…” Honoka paused for a moment, reconsidering her comment. It was probably inappropriate. “Sweet.” “I don’t think I would ever want to fight Eli-senpai.” Kotori mumbled, resting her head on Honoka’s chest as her eyes slid shut once more. “She’s pretty scary when she’s angry.” “I know.” Honoka said softly, thinking back to her own Eli, in the future. “Eli was furious too and she lost it. Control of her ability, I mean. You ended up with a pretty bad burn on your hand. That really pissed Maki-chan off for some reason…” “What was she like?” Kotori asked quietly, her lips turning up slightly at the mention of Maki. “She was a workaholic and she smoked like a chimney.” Honoka answered simply. “Hmm? What else?” Kotori looked up at Honoka hopefully. “Maki-chan was very secretive. She didn’t tell us anything really.” Honoka replied, frowning to herself. “I know she cared about us but she didn’t really like to talk about herself. Now that I think back to it, I think she might have been a little bit jealous of me for having you. She never really had anyone she was in a relationship with, even if she did...well sleep with people. Everyone knew Maki was…” Honoka trailed off, shaking her head. They didn’t need to talk about that. “The two of you were distant though, in the future. You were mostly focused on me if I’m honest…” “Oh…” Kotori muttered, taking a moment to consider that. “I see. Was she angry with me for...abandoning her? Is that why we were distant.” “I don’t know.” Honoka admitted wistfully. She really didn’t know a lot about Maki. “I think she just...didn’t know how to approach you. She was even worse with people in the future than she is now. Plus, you weren’t in her sector and as I said, you weren’t close with many people…” Kotori bit her lip, feeling jealousy bubble up. “Who was Maki-chan close to?” “Um…Nico.” Honoka said thoughtfully, lightly trailing her fingers through Kotori’s hair. It seemed, back then, that Maki was the only person who wasn’t aware of how hopelessly in love with her Nico was. “And Hanayo.” “Hanayo?” Kotori echoed in surprise. “Yeah, Hanayo was in her sector. And she was her top deputy in the infirmary so they were together a lot. She was her second in command, like Eli is mine and Rin was Nico’s. You were Nozomi’s.” “They were just co-workers though, right?” Kotori asked nervously. She knew that Maki had been working with Rin and Hanayo on something recently. It was probably just the same in the future, she told herself. “Um...I don’t think I should say.” Honoka said warily. She remembered seeing how the two acted together in the future. “Honoka-chan…” “Okay, okay.” Honoka sighed, looking away to avoid the pleading look Kotori was giving her. “They flirted a lot when they were working. And when they weren’t. And Hanayo-chan had a habit of drinking a lot in the future. She used to get pretty flirty too. I’m pretty sure they slept together at least once. It doesn’t mean anything though, Maki used to sleep with a few people. Nico-chan being one of them.” “Eeh?!” Kotori exclaimed, struggling to process that. “How is that meant to make me feel better?” “Sorry.” Honoka said sheepishly. “I told you we shouldn’t talk about it. It’s different now though, than it is the future.” Kotori exhaled slowly, trying not to think about Maki with anyone else. “Your past self is with Umi-chan and Eli-senpai now. You loved Eli-senpai, right? Maybe even...in that way?” Honoka was silent for a moment, her eyes unfocusing briefly as she got lost in her thoughts. Finally, she took a deep breath and answered. “Yes.” “Did you ever cheat on me with her?” “What?!” Both the bluntness of the question and the question itself had Honoka flinching in shock. “No! Are you...are you serious? I was committed to you, I was…” She shook her head in disbelief. “I didn’t do anything with Eli-senpai.” “Did I cheat on you?” “No!” Honoka exclaimed loudly. “Kotori-chan, stop it. I loved you. And you loved me, we were going to spend the rest of our lives together, we…” Kotori froze as Honoka’s voice cracked. Slowly, she looked up finding the future version of her past self hurriedly blinking away tears. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.” Honoka silently shook her head. Swallowing thickly against the lump in her throat she finally answered. “You don’t understand our relationship in the future, I know that. It’s fine.” Kotori winced when Honoka looked away from her. “I’m sorry I can’t be what you need me to be in this time.” “That’s sweet of you to say.” Honoka said quietly. She took a deep breath, steeling herself against the ache in her chest. “This isn’t my time. And you’re not my Kotori, I have to understand that. And honestly, I think you’re...better off with Maki-chan than you are with me or my past self. She loves you. Maybe my Maki-chan did too, I don’t know...” Kotori hummed softly in response. “What about you? I don’t want you to be alone.” “I have Nozomi.” Honoka said softly, her thoughts flitting to the girl. “Have you slept with her?” Kotori asked curiously, glancing up at Honoka once more. “Yes.” “Have you told her you love her?” “Yes.” Honoka couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Kotori’s questions. “Even though it might only hurt her in the end. She knows how I feel, I think. I hope she does.” “How do you feel about her?” Kotori asked softly. She smiled as Honoka reached down, lightly brushing her hair back. “It’s weird telling you…” Honoka grumbled only to be met with the exact look she’d been trying to avoid earlier. She couldn’t say no to Kotori looking at her like that. “She’s my rock. She listens to me and I trust her. I-I don’t know, I just love her. She gives me hope but that’s...terrifying.” Kotori smiled at that and rested her head back on Honoka’s chest. “It��s meant to be.” ---- Maki hurried toward Nico who was talking to Hanayo outside of her bedroom door. It seemed the two had just come from the kitchen as Hanayo held a tray of tea in her hands. “Have you seen Kotori?!” Maki exclaimed frantically as she came to a stop in front of them. “No, we just…” Nico began as Hanayo shook her head in response. Maki didn’t give them a chance to answer, taking off down the corridor again instead. She’d woken up a short while ago, finding herself in the infirmary and she’d rushed out to find Kotori. She’d found Future Honoka asleep on the bed in Kotori’s room but no sign of Kotori. “Stop trying to drink it, it’s a solid food!” Maki paused in her tracks at the sound of Kotori’s voice, relief washing over. “Jeez, you weren’t kidding about never having ramen before, huh?” “That’s crazy, nya!” Maki hurried toward the source of the voices, throwing one of the bedroom doors open. She found Kotori, Rin and Raven sitting on the floor, cross-legged in a small circle, a tray of food positioned between the three of them. Kotori seemed to be pushing a pair of chopsticks into Raven’s hand.“What…? What the hell is going on?” Kotori glanced over at Maki with a sheepish look on her face. “He was hungry. I’m just returning a favor. He used to bring me food when I was locked up so it’s only fair.” Maki looked at Rin in confusion. “Kotori-chan sent me to get ramen and burgers, nya!” Rin answered brightly. “It’s only fair that I get to eat it too.” “Right…” Maki mumbled, glancing back toward Raven. “You just...trust him? He could be a spy. He could want to kill us.” “He won’t.” Kotori answered confidently. She looked to Raven who was busy slurping up noodles. “Will you?” He shook his head and Kotori looked toward Maki. “See? I trust him.” “Seriously?” Maki asked in surprise. “Kotori, we need to be careful about this. We don’t know him, he’s…” “Do you trust me, Maki-chan?” Kotori interrupted before Maki could say anything else. “Of course.” “Then please trust that I know what I’m doing.” Kotori requested quietly. “If I had a reason to think he’ll turn against us I wouldn’t be saying I trust him. He helped me get out of there. He helped me survive when I was in there.” “Fine.” Maki said, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “Can I just talk to you for a few minutes though? Outside?” Kotori got to her feet and followed Maki out of the room, leaving Rin to discuss the finer points of eating ramen. She closed the door behind her and turned to face Maki who abruptly threw her arms around her in a tight embrace. “M-Maki-chan?” “I was worried when I couldn’t find you.” Maki admitted, refusing to let go. “I thought…” “It’s okay, I’m right here.” Kotori soothed as Maki’s voice hitched. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” “Can we just...go and spend the night together?” Maki asked hopefully, her voice a bit muffled as she buried her face into Kotori’s shoulder. “I’ve been sleeping without you for a week.” “Alright.” Kotori drew back slightly and grasped Maki’s arms to hold her slightly away from her. “No more smoking, okay?” Maki’s eyes widened in surprise. “How…?” “I can smell it. But no more, okay?” Kotori waited for a nod before she hugged Maki tightly once more. “I love you. So much. You’re never going to have that lonely future Honoka talks about. I won’t let you be alone.” Maki nodded against Kotori’s shoulder, her eyes prickling with tears. “I love you too.” Kotori lingered in the embrace for a moment, basking in how good it felt to finally be back in Maki’s arms. Finally, she drew away. “Let’s go to bed, Maki-chan.” She leaned in, kissing the tearful redhead softly. “I’ll lock the door tonight.” Maki blushed at the insinuation. “But your mom…” “I don’t care.” Kotori tangled her fingers with Maki’s and grinned softly. “Let’s go.” Maki wasn’t about to argue with that and allowed Kotori to tug her down the hallway toward her bedroom. ----- “Nico-chan, why are you angry with me?” Hanayo nudged herself against Nico’s side, trying to snuggle up to her like she usually did. Nico kept her arms crossed though, clearly not in the mood. “Nico-chaaaan!” “Hanayo, quit it!” Nico snapped, moving away from the girl. “I’m not in the mood to deal with you when you’re drunk! I hate it when you get like this, just go and sleep it off.” Hanayo pouted at the comment. “It helps me unwind.” She mumbled. “Maybe if I had something else…” “Like what? That guy?” Nico asked irritably, still refusing to look at Hanayo. “Huh?” “That guy who brought Kotori back. You were flirting with him.” Nico accused through gritted teeth. “When you took his gun away from him.” Hanayo was about to vehemently declare her innocence but paused, noticing the look on Nico’s face. “Is Nico-chan jealous?” “Idiot. I can’t feel jealousy.” Nico said with a roll of her eyes. “You can do whatever you want with whoever you want. I don’t care.” “You can at least feel physical things though, can’t you?” Hanayo asked, peering intently at Nico. “I mean not pain but...other things?” “I-I don’t know…” Nico said hesitantly. “I’ve never tried it…” She had only ever thought about doing something like that with Maki really and that had never gone anywhere. And never would. She flinched as Hanayo crawled into her lap. For the first time she met light lavender eyes. “You’re not wearing your glasses.” “Rin-chan got me my contacts.” Hanayo said, steadying herself with her hands on Nico’s shoulders. “I need them to fight properly.” Nico felt Hanayo’s fingers brush against her neck. “What do you want from me, Hanayo? You always do this when you’re drunk.” “Nico…” Hanayo bit her lip, staring contemplatively at Nico for a moment. “Let me...take your first.” “Huh? F-First?” “Kiss.” Hanayo elaborated, lightly rubbing Nico’s shoulders. “You want to feel something, don’t you? I think I have an idea.” Nico swallowed thickly. “Why do you want to?” “Because you’re cute.” Hanayo said softly. She leaned in, resting her forehead against Nico’s. “And I like you. I think I have for a while but I only realized it when we were trapped in that place together. I think you like me too, Nico-chan. That’s why I can help you feel things. Why I can hurt you.” She lightly touched the centre of Nico’s chest over her shirt. “Maybe I do.” Nico whispered, closing her eyes. “But you know I-I love Maki. I don’t know if I can feel that way about anyone else.” “I’m not asking for anything.” Hanayo leaned in a bit more, brushing her lips against Nico’s. “Just let me help you feel something.” Nico felt her heart hammering against her chest. “Okay.” She breathed out. Hanayo closed the small space between them and finally kissed Nico, gripping tightly to her shoulders. She would be lying if she said that she hadn’t wanted this for a long time. She had and she couldn’t help but want more. Feeling Nico kiss her back, she brushed her tongue against the girl’s lips. Nico whimpered slightly and parted them to grant Hanayo access to her mouth. Hanayo felt arms go around her back, drawing her closer. Had she not been kissing Nico she would have been grinning victoriously at the development. It seemed like she was right in her suspicions about Nico’s feelings. The girl was kissing her back with just as much feeling as Hanayo was kissing her. When Hanayo pulled back, Nico kept her eyes shut, her lips slightly parted. “Was that okay?” Hanayo asked softly, a little breathless from the kiss. Nico reached out and grabbed the front of Hanayo’s shirt, pulling her into another kiss. Hanayo squeaked, surprised by the ferocity with which Nico was kissing her. She wasn’t about to argue though and kissed the girl back just as enthusiastically. Nico ran her hands down Hanayo’s back and under her shirt. She couldn’t remember ever feeling something so intensely before and she wanted to feel more of it, despite knowing that continuing was a bad idea. Hanayo gasped softly as Nico’s cool hands came into contact with her warmer skin. She hadn’t expected Nico to respond like she was but she didn’t mind. She welcomed the reaction, in fact. She pulled back, just long enough to tug off her tank top before she kissed Nico again, her hands cupping the third years face. Nico moved her hands around from Hanayo’s back to her abdomen, intoxicated by the warmth and softness beneath her hands. Hanayo felt Nico pushing her away and briefly thought that she was regretting it but then Nico was following her, not breaking the kiss and Hanayo found herself on her back, Nico crawling on top of her. “You feel so warm.” Nico whispered, pressing her body flush against Hanayo’s. “I can feel you. I feel like...my heart is bursting.” “You’re not used to feeling things.” Hanayo whispered as way of explanation. She looked to the left then the right, feeling Nico’s fingers entwine with her own, pinning her hands to the bed. Her heart skipped a beat in anticipation. “What now?” “Nothing.” Nico said softly, giving Hanayo’s hands a light squeeze. “Now you go to sleep.” “But I don’t want to sleep, I want to taste Nico-chan’s lips.” Hanayo complained. “Please Nico-chan? We don’t have to go too far, let’s just...keep feeling good together, okay?” “Do you have to say it like that?” “Yes.” Hanayo smirked and moved suddenly, phasing her hands through Nico’s to get free. She flipped them over and chuckled at Nico’s astonished look. “How drunk are you?” “Wanna know a secret?” Hanayo leaned down, close to Nico’s ear. “I only had one glass of wine. I’m not drunk at all.” “But you’re still kissing me.” Nico said blankly. Hanayo scoffed in response. “Is it so hard for you to believe I can like you and not be drunk?” “Yes.” Nico said softly. Hanayo chuckled darkly to herself. Nico sighed. “You’ve been spending too much time around Maki. Her weird sense of humor is rubbing off on you.” “So what?” Hanayo grinned. “The point is I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while.” “Why?” “Because your lips look kissable and I like you.” Hanayo answered simply. “I don’t need any more reason than that, do I?” She watched as Nico’s brow furrowed. “You really don’t understand how I could like you, do you? For someone who acts so confident, almost full of yourself, you really don’t like yourself.” Nico scoffed in response. “Why would I? You know how I am, I’m...a freak. You should be with someone normal.” “I don’t want someone normal. I’m not normal.” Hanayo said softly. “And I don’t think you’re a freak. If anyone is, I am. I mean I can go inside your body.” “I can’t feel.” Nico pointed out. “I think we both know that isn’t true after what you just told me.” Hanayo said, raising an eyebrow. She phase her hand through Nico’s shirt, coming into contact with soft skin. Nico gasped softly at the warm touch, her eyes closing. As far as she knew she could only feel the touch of two people and Maki certainly hadn’t touched her like that before. “Stop tempting me, Hanayo. I don’t want to be like them. I need to focus on keeping us alive not...this.” “We can have both.” Hanayo whispered, her lips brushing Nico’s as she leaned in. “I won’t interfere with your work, I promise. I have my own to do, remember?” “Screw it.” Nico muttered, closing the small distance between them to kiss Hanayo once more. ---- “You shouldn’t be sitting out here after what happened.” Eli looked up at the sound of Nozomi’s voice and flashed a warm smile. “Hey.” “Hey.” Nozomi echoed, sitting down on the porch next to Eli. She lightly bumped her with her shoulder. “What are you doing out here?” “The kid has cryokinesis.” Eli answered. She continued when Nozomi looked up in confusion. “I’m weak against the cold. And she’s weak against fire. Not just fire. Heat. I think she might even be weak against the sun if she stays out in it for too long…” “Oh…” Nozomi said softly. “Honoka’s attached to her already. She wants to help her, she said. Because the kid looks like Yukiho.” Eli sighed and leaned back on her hands, tilting her head back to look at the sky. “Obviously Yuki is going to need to stay with Honoka. She’s attached to her too, you should see her...Honoka seems to make her feel safe. So guess who’s out on their ass?” “Honoka kicked you out?” Nozomi asked in surprise. She couldn’t imagine that happening. “No, I told her I would leave. I don’t want to hurt the kid. Plus she kind of scares me.” Eli gave a soft laugh. “I should stop complaining. The only thing that’s changing is that I’m sleeping without her now. I’m worried though. That distance is going to be the last straw for us.” Nozomi let out a heavy sigh. “Elichi, you’d better not leave her or I’ll seriously slap you. With extra pain.” “N-Nozomi…” “You know damn well that Honoka-chan needs you. If you leave her, if you distance yourself, it’s just going to hurt her. She’s been through ENOUGH! Well all have!” Eli refused to look at Nozomi, staring off into the flowerbed at the opposite end of the garden instead. “Elichi.” “I didn’t say I was going to leave her.” Eli mumbled. She growled in frustration and leaned forward again. “And I’m not distancing myself unnecessarily, it’s just what I need to do. For my safety and the kid’s. I can’t be close to her.” “You should be close to her.” Nozomi said pointedly, though the smirk that was tugging at her lips let Eli know she was about to tease her. “I mean you said Honoka-chan is attached to her. If she adopts her you’ll be one of her mom’s, right?” “N-Nozomi!” Eli blushed furiously at the comment and ducked her head. “We’re fire and ice. It can’t work…” She trailed off, thinking about what Nozomi had said. About being with Honoka and Umi and looking after Yuki too. Of Arisa being an aunt. They would be like a family. A real family. She figured the idea would appeal to Umi too, who had never really had that. “S-She is pretty cute. The kid. Honoka says she likes me. She thinks I’m cool.” “Oh so she does like you.” Nozomi said with a small smile “There’s no problem there then. How does she feel about this?” “She doesn’t like her power, she says.” Eli answered softly. “Didn’t you have a habit of setting things on fire when you were her age?” Nozomi asked thoughtfully. You told me you had to be kept in a fireproof room.” “Y-Yeah but…” “So you can teach her to control her elemental powers.” Nozomi pointed out. “You two are really similar if you think about it. You can help her and maybe she can even help you.” “You’re right. I want to help her. I should.” Eli said quietly, glancing over at Nozomi. She smiled warmly at her. “I almost forgot how smart you can be.” “Hey!” Nozomi exclaimed in mock anger. She grinned and slung her arm around Eli’s shoulders, pulling her in close. “I’m just glad I can help. That you can talk to me like this again. Maybe...now that we are, I could ask you something too?” “Go for it.” Eli said, tilting her head to lightly rest it on Nozomi’s shoulder. “You’ve...seen me an Honoka together, right? Future Honoka?” Nozomi asked nervously. She felt Eli nod against her shoulder. “Do you think she loves me?” Eli thought about that for a moment. “I don’t know. Has she told you she loves you?” “Yeah. She acts like she’s in love with me. I don��t know thought, I just...I guess I know she loves me but I was asking you...if you think it’ll be enough to keep her with me. You wouldn’t know. I’m sorry I asked, I guess I just wanted...someone to tell me it’ll be okay. It’s stupid.” “It’ll be okay.” Eli wrapped her arms around Nozomi, hugging her tightly from the side. “She’d be stupid not to love you. She’s lucky to have you. Which isn’t to say you’re not lucky to have her. Have you seen her ass? It’s so perky and well-shaped and...I mean wow.” “You look at her ass?” Nozomi frowned down at Eli but did nothing to pull away from her. “Keep your eyes on Honoka-chan’s ass, not my Honoka’s. Our Honoka will get that ass soon. But seriously, eyes off. That ass is mine.” Eli laughed softly at Nozomi’s response. “It’s cute that you call Honoka our Honoka and still call Honoka from the future your Honoka. Possessive much?” Nozomi shrugged. “She calls me her Nozomi so...I don’t think so.” “So cute.” Eli smirked. “But really, tell me more. I topped her when we had sex so it’s not like I got to you know...grab her ass or anything.” Nozomi’s eye twitched. “Don’t get any ideas. And I top...most of the time. Sometimes she switches though and it’s pretty nice to…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “Anyway, what about you? With those two?” “Uh…” Eli hesitated for a moment. She knew Nozomi was going to tease her endlessly. “Umi is surprisingly dominant.” Nozomi burst out laughing. “You get topped by BOTH OF THEM?!” “SHUT UP!” Eli lightly elbowed Nozomi in the side thought it took her best friend a moment to calm down. When she did, they settled into silence for a minute or so until Eli spoke up. “Hey Nozomi? I...missed this. Us.” “I did too.” Nozomi whispered back, giving Eli a light squeeze. --- Riko was sitting on her bed, books spread out around her as she tried to figure out how to help Chika when the door flew open suddenly and Hibiki stepped inside. Hibiki’s face fell when she saw Riko. “Oh. You’re not Rin.” “Uh...no.” RIko said awkwardly, closing the book she had been thumbing through. Rei had given her permission to borrow whatever she wanted from her. She looked the girl up and down, noticing something had changed. “Did you change your hair?” “Oh, I just bleached it. I wanted to thank Rin for getting the stuff for me.” Hibiki answered with a shrug of her shoulders. “I see. It looks nice.” Riko said, a bit awkwardly. She wasn’t really sure what to make of Hibiki or how to speak to her. She cleared her throat, her gaze focusing on Hibiki’s piercing. “Did that hurt?” “The piercing?” Hibiki touched the piercing in her ear. “No. I’ve been thinking about getting a nose piercing for a while too. When I can afford it. Do you like it?” Riko nodded. “I wouldn’t get one myself but it looks good on you. It suits you.” Hibiki smiled at that and stepped further into the room. “Thanks. Your name’s...Riko, right? I think I heard someone call you that earlier but I was kind of out of it so…” “Yeah. That’s right. Oh, sorry.” Riko swept some books aside and motioned for Hibiki to sit down. “Usually I’m not this messy.” Hibiki sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at one of the books. “Brain tumors?” “Well...just the brain in general. I’m researching.” Riko explained sheepishly. “My best friend is sick. There’s something...wrong with her brain, Rei-san said.” “There’s something wrong with my brain too, honestly.” Hibiki muttered. “You and Mari-san have weird brain functions because of the nature of your abilities.” Riko said quietly. “Who?” “The other blonde in the house.” “That doesn’t help.” Hibiki frowned. “There are like three blondes in this house.” “The English one. She hangs around with Kanan a lot. Um...my other friend. She has blue hair.” Hibiki sighed and rubbed her forehead. “That describes two of the pairs I’ve seen around here.” “Sorry I can’t be more specific. I guess it doesn’t matter that much.” Riko said helplessly. “It’s fine. It’s fine.” Hibiki reached out, brushing her fingers against Riko’s hair. “Your hair is beautiful. That color is so rare.” “So are your eyes.” Riko said softly. It hadn’t escaped her notice that Hibiki’s eyes were a mesmerizing blue. Suddenly realizing what she had said, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Hibiki chuckled and let go of Riko’s hair. “Sorry. Beauty catches my attention. I can’t help it. Also quiet girls are interesting. You seem to always be isolated from your group.” “W-Well I’m not really like that with any of them. They all have someone.” Riko said, suddenly looking a little downtrodden. “I guess it can get a little bit…” “Lonely?” Hibiki finished knowingly. Riko nodded. “I know Chika-chan is my best friend and I’m close to You-chan too but they’re closer to each other. I just want a friend who...I-I don’t really know.” “Sounds like you wanna girlfriend.” Hibiki quipped, raising an eyebrow. “No, no! Nothing like that, it’s just...I don’t want to be alone so much is all.” RIko said, biting her lip after. She didn’t know why she was telling the other girl all of this. She usually didn’t share so much about herself. “Sorry. I don’t know why I’m telling you this.” “Do you stay here on your own?” Hibiki asked curiously, glancing around the room. “Most people share with someone.” “Y-Yeah, why?” Riko pressed her palms against her cheeks, willing them to cool down. “Maybe I could stay in here with you?” Hibiki asked hopefully. “Yume-san says I have to stay here so I’m not captured and because I’m useful or something so...why don’t we take advantage of it and try to make each other not so lonely?” “Uh…s-sure. If you want.” Riko stuttered, surprised by the offer. “I might not be a very good roommate though. I play music late at night. And I hog all of the covers…” “Assuming we’re going to sleep in the same bed?” Hibiki smirked. “Well there’s only one bed in here so unless you’re going to sleep on the floor...” Riko watched Hibiki’s smirk quickly slip away and giggled into her hand. “I’m kidding.” Hibiki faux glared at Riko but it didn’t last long. She clambered fully into the bed, folding her legs beneath her. “Just a warning, if I start moving my hand in the air and my eyes get glazed over you might want to get me some paper unless you don’t mind me painting on your wall. Or your back. I get pretty aggressive when I can’t find anything to paint on..” “I’ll...keep that in mind.” Riko said, making a mental note to make sure they were always stocked up.

#HonoEli #HonoUmi #KotoMaki #NozoEli #NicoPana #Fanfiction

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His Hatred is as pure as his Love

The title is a quote from a comic by xLadyMalice (18+ blog)

The poem/quote in the fic comes from Steven Moffat

I couldn’t find an owner to Disbelief Papyrus

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Fandom: Undertale Characters: Papyrus, Frisk, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, Asgore Summary: Disbelief Papyrus. On a neutral run, Frisk kills Sans. Papyrus’ hatred is born, and that is something you never want to be the victim of.

Demons run ”You killed… you killed hi… I believed in you. I believed in you and you killed my brother.” Gathering the dusty jacket in his arms Papyrus watched the back of the human disappear into Waterfall. Tears ran down his face. His brother, Sans, was dead. The human had killed him in cold blood. Whilst smiling. They had struck from behind, Sans hadn’t stood a chance despite his ability to dodge. The sobs Papyrus let out started to die, changing into giggles as he stared at the dust at his feet. He put it into a container he had stashed in his inventory, before putting it back, and then he grinned widely. He stared at the path the human had taken. His giggled turned into laughter as he put the jacket on. It was too small. But what did that matter? Papyrus continued to laugh as he stalked after the kid that had dusted his family.

He would make them regret ever coming here.

When a good man goes to war His eye blazed orange as he made his way through Waterfall. It was almost interesting, how most of its inhabitants seemed frightened, talking about how a human had dusted their friends and families, but a few only had nice things to say. Once, Papyrus would have seen those few as proof that the human wasn’t all bad, but now he knew better. They were taunting him. Pointing out that they had spared a few, just like Papyrus had spared them just before they killed Sans. He did stop to help a few monsters who was in need of his aid, but most scuttered out of the vengeful monster’s way. His eye sparked as he heard two Temmies talk. One of them had seen the human dust another Temmie, and one had liked the human. He grinded his teeth, scaring them off. He hated it. He hated the human. And he would get his revenge.

Night will fall and drown the sun Undyne had tried to stop him. The human had spared her as well. For this, he was almost grateful. His best friend lived. But she had tried to stop him from punishing them for what they had done to Sans. Said to leave it to the Guard, to let her take care of the human. She had already failed once. There was simply no way he would risk her messing up again, letting the human go once more. He told her this, with cold voice. She had looked hurt, but still tried to stop him. He had attacked.

Undyne was stronger than him, he knew this. She was the strongest monster Underground, Sans had once said she had a natural well of Determination – something extremely unusual for monsters. But she was still hurt and tired from her encounter with the human, and Papyrus was not going to allow anyone to stop him. He pinned her to a wall and left for Hotland, in his brother’s killer’s tracks.

When a good man goes to war Mettaton was alive. His body was completely, utterly, destroyed, only the SOUL container not in a thousand pieces, but he was alive.

Papyrus knew he should feel something, anything, when hearing these news. MTT was his idol after all, but nothing. It was like all his compassion, all his love, all his hope – everything he was – had disappeared together with Sans. There was not much he cared about anymore, except getting revenge. He had felt something like relief over the fact that Undyne was alive, but otherwise Papyrus was not able to find another positive emotion in his body.

All he knew was this great hatred.

Friendship dies and true love lies ”U-Undyne?” The skittish royal scientist asked the captain of the Royal Guard, who was currently sitting on the floor of her lab. When Papyrus had beaten her up Alphys had immediately sent Mettaton to pick her up before leaving to meet the human, so she could patch her up. ”A-are you o-okay?”

”Okay?” Undyne replied, and let out a light laugh. It sounded forced. ”Of course I’m okay, Alph. I’m always okay. That my best friend just nailed me to a wall in blind rage doesn’t change that. Neither does the fact that there’s a human killing their way through the Underground, and Papyrus is going after them, wants to kill them. Papyrus!”

Alphys could only nod as she watched the person she was sure was the love of her life keep in sobs, grinning a grin that looked slightly unhinged. She was scared.

Night will fall and the dark will rise The Hall of Judgement. The golden room that had been Sans’ primary work place. The Hall of the Royal Judge.

But as the Royal Judge was not there anymore, Papyrus would just have to take his place. He had gotten here before the human, thanks to his ability to ignore and manipulate gravity; much like Sans had been able to manipulate time and space and therefore teleport. He grinned where he stood, leaning at a pillar. It was feral. He had waited, and watched, and his hate had grown with every life the human had taken and spared. Footsteps was heard, coming closer, and Papyrus clutched Sans’ jacket a little closer.

”Don’t worry, brother.” He whispered quietly, darkly. ”I will avenge you.”

When a good man goes to war The human looked surprised to see him there. Apparently, they had thought that since they killed the Judge, they would not have to face judgement, like they had in all earlier RESETs, Papyrus realized. It was almost enough to make him feel slightly giddy.

Then the human shrugged, smiling their weird smile, and kept walking until they reached the middle of the Hall where he stood.

Pushing himself of the pillar he faced the human who had murdered Sans. ”LET’S JUST GET TO THE POINT, SHALL WE?” He asked, back to his normal volume. The black of his eye grew more compact. ”YOU DIRTY BROTHER-KILLER.”

Calling them into a fight he grinned at the way the human almost flinched back at his tone. They did not look worried, though, which Papyrus knew was because they had never had too much trouble with his fight in the past. But he also knew he would make them regret underrestimating him. He called down a shower of bones, letting them rain over the human.

Demons run, but count the cost They were both panting, sweat dripping down their faces. Papyrus couldn’t remember the last time he had been sweating at all, let alone this much. But while the human got slower and slower, he still had a lot of energy left. The training he had gotten since childhood assured that he could fight for days at a time.

He dodged, threw bones, fired Gaster Blasters. He got a twisted joy from seeing their face when he called on the Blasters the first time. He had ten out at all times, more than Sans ever had been able to manage for more than a few moments, so even if they had fought Sans in an earlier RESET there was no preparing for his attacks. They were completely without a pattern; Papyrus was too furious to care about that. He did not know who had taught him to fight without patterns, nor did he care.

He laughed, the sound giving the impression of coming from the edge of madness, and fired on the same time as he let a wall of blue bones rise from the ground. He dodged the human’s attack and turned their SOUL blue.

The fury on their face was great, but the exhaustion in their body even more evident. They were down on 2 HP and he knew their inventory was empty. The battle had been going on for hours. The human screamed as he purposefully only dropped their HP with 1 while still making sure it hurt. Badly.

”FINE!” They yelled, voice filled with a hatred not nearly as pure as the hatred Papyrus felt, but extraordinary nevertheless. ”FINE! I GIVE UP! KILL ME THEN, I GIVE UP!”

The human just stood there, and Papyrus grinned. Finally. He lifted his hand, before bringing it down, firing one of the Blasters.

The human’s body fell to the ground with a final thump, burned almost beyond recognition.

The battle’s won, but the child is lost Papyrus stared at the body lying on the golden tiles. He felt a rush of victory going through his bones. He had avenged his brother’s death. As that thought came into his mind he felt a sob forcing itself up his throat. Sans was avenged, but he was still dead. Papyrus was still alone, without his family.

And who knew when the human would RESET again, and what kind of human they would be?

The orange glow around his eye disappeared as he crumbled to the floor, clutching the jacket tight. He sobbed violently, shaking, as he again called on his magic and had bones impale the dead body again and again and again.

Sans was dead and he was alone. Sans was dead and he was alone. Sans was dead and he was…

”Sans?” A soft voice came from behind, but Papyrus hardly noticed it.

”Oh dear.”

A hand on his shoulder, and he jerked so violently he almost lost his balance. He would have, if the fuzzy paw holding him hadn’t helped him keep it.

”You must be Papyrus.” The voice said. ”Undyne and your brother have told me so much about you.”

Papyrus managed to look up toward the one speaking, through his tears. A goat monster he recognized well was looking down on him, eyes soft and sorrowful. The king. Papyrus couldn’t even bother to care about the fact that the King of All Monsters was in his presence.

Two fuzzy arms wrapped themselves around him, and he cried into the king’s chest, grateful that someone was there to keep him from falling apart. It hurt. It hurt so much. Sans had been the one constant in his life, had been there from the start. Sans had been the most important person in his life. Sans had been the one person he loved more than anything else. His lazy, hot cat-selling, joke-telling, slacking, kind and brave brother.

Once the tears had dried out, he looked at the human body, which was now hovering a few feet above the floor, held up by his bones. His hatred still burned brightly, as strong as ever, not only toward this single human, but toward humanity. He looked up at the king, determination in his face.

”Let me into the Guard.” He simply said, quietly, voice almost void of any emotion except determination. ”I killed the human. The seventh human. You can take their SOUL and break the Barrier. A place in the Royal Guard is the least you owe me. And I will fight when we go to war against those demons.”

While he almost felt bad for forcing his way into the Guard through Asgore instead of waiting for Undyne to allow him in, he would not wait anymore. Then all Papyrus felt was grim and cruel satisfaction as the king, looking pained, nodded.

He would fill the void Sans left behind by making those who killed him regret ever being born.

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