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thatshithurted8 · 3 years

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Lake Chelan

Heyy💜 so i have a req for Vinnie😍 based on this tiktok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdaeQPS7/ So the readers that girl and they had like the most amazing date and for whatever reason vinnie forgot to ask her number so they never met again until years later the reader is actually a big tiktok star and moves in with nai. One day nai’s on live and vinnie’s watching and then the reader shows up on live and he’s like ???!!!!! And freaks out cause it’s the girl he’s never been able to forget. @canyoubuymetoast

Summary: An impromptu connection quickly turns into an unforgettable yet unrealistic one. Despite this a few years later Vinnie finally gets a second chance to reignite said connection.

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

“You know your help would be great Vinnie.” Reggie says sarcastically while trying his best to figure out how to pitch their tent. Maria and Nate went off to scope the area since they already set up their tent, so it left the two Hacker brothers to figure out how to create their sleeping arrangements.

“Yea yea one sec.” He responds placing his phone on the picnic table he was sitting on before looking up to see a German Shepard walking towards him. Vinnie’s eyes instantly brighten and a smile washes over his face as he calls the dog over.

The black and brown dog trots over to Vinnie with a wagging tail and almost immediately the friendly animal starts to leave slobbery kisses all over Vinnie’s face. Vinnie lets out a laugh as he moves his face out of the way, but continues to the pet the dog.

“Who’s dog is that?” Reggie asks walking over to his brother, giving up on the tent.

“I don’t know it just came up to me. It’s friendly though.”

Reggie simply shrugs his shoulders and joins his brother in petting the dog. However, just as Vinnie opened his mouth to suggest that they should call the number on the dogs collar an unfamiliar voice calls out.

“Zeus! Where are you boy?”

Reggie looks up from the dog and his mouth almost immediately drops open when he see’s a gorgeous girl searching the area looking for something. He nudges his brother who was still petting the dog and cooing at it in a baby voice. Vinnie looks up at Reggie annoyed before he decides to look at what his brothers line of vision was fixated on.

As Vinnie looks over yours and his eyes simultaneously meet. Albeit cliché, Vinnie could’ve sworn he had the air knocked out of him just by making eye contact with you. He’s never felt anything like it before.

You on the other hand quickly glance down and relief washes over you as you finally spot your dog that wandered off of your families campsite. You quickly walk over to Zeus, your dog and the two boys that were with him.

“Zeus I should’ve known you went to mooch food off of strangers!” You exclaim to your dog who quickly walks over to your side before you finally look back up and make eye contact with the boys. As you do so seemingly the same effect you had on Vinnie, he had on you. How did you not realize how attractive he was when you were walking over to them?

“I’m sorry about him he does this at every campsite we go to. You would think we don’t feed him, but he’s just a glutton.” You say, heat washing over your face due to the fact your dog wandered off and found the most attractive guys you’ve ever seen.

“No no it’s okay we needed a break.” Vinnie says nodding over to the unpitched tent while smiling at how flustered you got from his gaze on you.

Reggie scoffs looking at you then his brother. “We needed a break?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. “Vinnie, I’ve been trying to set up the tent for the last 15 minutes while you were trying to find service so you could make a tiktok.”

It was now Vinnie’s turn to be flustered. “Pfft, that’s not true.” The blond says obviously fibbing and you simply look at him amused.

“Do you guys need help? My family and I go camping every summer so I’m basically an expert at setting up tents.” You suggest.

“Yea sure that would be great.” Vinnie says standing up for the first time in the last twenty minutes while smiling at you. Without another word the three of you walk over to the unpitched tent with Zeus following along.

“My name is Y/N by the way.” You say glancing at Vinnie before kneeling down to work your magic.

“Vinnie and that’s Reggie.”

And that was how you and Vinnie Hacker met, all thanks to your gluttonous dog who loved showing off his puppy dog eyes to strangers in return for food. Little did either of you know how much this small interaction would have an impact on the other. As the Hacker’s camping trip went on the more your family and Vinnie’s bumped into each other and finally one night your dad invited the Hacker’s over to your campsite for a bonfire. Almost instantly yours and Vinnie’s acquaintance status changed to friends. Soon enough your family and Vinnie’s family spent the rest of the camping trip together, going swimming, boating, tubbing and more.

That was no different for the last full day of your camping trip. In fact Vinnie finally gathered up the courage to ask you on a date despite the fact you two originally lived hours away from each other.

“Thank you.” You say glancing up to the waiter that just took away your empty plates and placed the bill on the table. You look back up at Vinnie who was already staring at you with admiration, causing heat to wash over your face.

Too flustered to look at the boy in front of you, you take in the scenic view. You two sat out on the patio over looking the lake with mountains, foliage and the sun setting in the distance. The restaurant Vinnie took you to was one of the fancy ones in town and the two of you stood out like a sore thumb due to your clothes. Showing up to the restaurant and sitting down to eat in a normal t-shirt and shorts was the equivalent of eating at McDonald’s in a prom dress and suit. Yet, the disapproving stares from other patrons made the whole experience even more memorable.

“This is very nice thank you Vinnie.”

“Anything for you.” He says softly, placing his hand on the table in which you take without hesitating, causing both of your heart beats to increase.

“Do you want to hit O’Riley’s after?” You ask, referencing the ice cream shop the two of you went to seemingly every day of the trip to cool off on your walk back to the campsite after a day full of activities.

Vinnie pulls out his wallet from his shorts to pay for the expensive meal while looking at you with a smile on his face. “Great minds think alike.”

Without another word you two leave the fancy restaurant hand in hand while receiving glares from the regular patrons. Throughout your short walk to the popular ice cream parlor in town the two of you reminisce about the past week and a half together. It honestly felt like a dream.

“You know I wanted to hold your hand on the hike today, but I couldn’t keep up with you and Zeus.” Vinnie says, recalling the hike you guys went on along with Reggie and your brother.

“Clearly you need to work on your stamina, City Boy. That incline wasn’t even that bad.” You joke poking Vinnie in the stomach before leaving his grasp to wander over to the menu of ice cream flavours. Vinnie was infatuated with everything about you and he adored how you made fun of him for being from Seattle. The blond lets out a laugh and follows you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on the top of your head as he analyzed the menu as well. Almost instantly you melted into his touch.

“Okay Snow White.” He retorts back remembering how basically every animal or even bug seemingly gravitated towards you throughout the trip.

“What can I say Vinnie. I’m just that captivating.” You say turning to look at Vinnie before winking.

After a few minutes of waiting in line and you changing your mind on what flavour you wanted for the fifth time the two of you finally order and make your way over to a bench nearby. You weren’t a stranger to Lake Chelan and what you loved most about the small town was how close everything was. In fact the bench you and Vinnie decided to sit down on wasn’t too far from O’Riley’s, but it was close enough to the lake to witness the scenic view in full.

Once you two sat down you guys instantly turned to each other and tapped the other’s ice cream cones, causing some of your ice cream to transfer to Vinnie’s and some of Vinnie’s to transfer to yours. You introduced this small practice to Vinnie on the third day of hanging out together. In which the reason behind it was simply because you’ve been doing it ever since you were little for good luck and to have a small taste of the other person’s ice cream.

Vinnie watches as you taste his flavour, red velvet while your eyes light up, causing him to smile. “Holy shit yours is good.” You say before taking a lick of your flavour which was blueberry cheese cake. The blond laughs in amusement as your face of delight quickly turns into disgust.

“Yea I definitely should have gotten yours or moose tracks.”

Without hesitating Vinnie softly takes your ice cream cone out of your hand and switches it with his. “There you go.”

“Vinnie, no this is yours.” You say reaching for your ice cream back, but he simply puts his hand above you and ultimately out of your reach.

Vinnie laughs playfully as he watches you attempt to reach the cone with your original flavour from your spot beside him. “Y/N like I said earlier, anything for you.”

You roll your eyes at the blonds cheesiness, but you end up sitting back down placing your head on his shoulder while heat washed over your body at how he made you feel.

The sound of kids riding their bikes, crickets and birds splashing in the lake could be heard while the setting sun continued to reflect off of the water. “It’s so beautiful here.” You say after swallowing your last bite and taking in the view in front of you.

“Yea it is.”

You turn to Vinnie and your heart begins to race when you notice he was already looking at you. Some may think this moment was cliche, but to you it was perfect. In fact your hopeless romantic dreams were being fulfilled.

Vinnie’s gaze on you was intense and you couldn’t bring yourself to break it. Instead you found yourself flickering your eyes down to his plump lips and back up to his brown eyes. Vinnie follows your lead and his proximity causes your breath to hitch.

Without wasting another second Vinnie finally moves in and acts on what he has been wanting to do ever since he got to know you. His lips meet yours and you instantly kiss back, wanting for this to happen for a while yourself.

The kiss was short yet sweet and passionate while leaving both of you flustered. You place your head back onto Vinnie’s shoulder, your hand finding his and intertwining your fingers. A comfortable silence falls upon you two as both of you take in the perfect moment.

“I don’t want this trip to end.” Vinnie says breaking the silence while rubbing his thumb across your skin and admiring the scenic view in front of him.

It scared Vinnie how fast his feelings for you developed and continued to do so and he was quite frankly disappointed that you guys live so far away from each other. Although you both lived in the same state you lived closer to Portland while he remained in Seattle. You two created a once in a lifetime connection throughout a camping trip and it seemed as if it was going to end just like that.

“I promise I’ll say goodbye and give you my number before we leave tomorrow don’t worry.” You say lifting your head off of Vinnie’s shoulder before placing a kiss on his cheek. The whole trip you refused to give Vinnie your number or social medias simply because you realized their was more to life than the internet. You would rather be going hiking or playing in the rain than being on your phone, which Vinnie adored considering he was so consumed with his platform on TikTok.

However, your promise would ultimately be broken when Vinnie woke up the next morning. The blond boy walked over to your campsite with a small bouquet of wildflowers he picked along the way. He could hear the beat of his heart in every step he took, knowing this would be the last time he saw you for a while.

When Vinnie reached your campsite his heart and the bouquet of flowers simultaneously dropped at the same time. Your site was empty. In fact, it looked as if you and your family didn’t even stay there. The only thing that proved that you were there were the tire tracks of your families RV. Now the site was ready for the next group of campers to come in and make their own memories.

Even though you and Vinnie only spent a week and a half together it felt like you two created a lifetime worth of intimate moments and memories. He doesn’t understand how he got so attached to you in such a short amount of time, but he did. The blond boy lets out a deep sigh before turning around to go back to his site, leaving the memories you two created and flowers he brought you behind.

Vinnie lets out a big yawn as he stretches in bed. He grabs his phone and checks the time. 2:43pm. The night before the blond streamed Valorant on twitch until 4 in the morning so there was no wonder as to why he was just waking up. Deciding to stay in bed for a little longer, Vinnie cuddles into his sheets and opens TikTok, Hera joining him a little bit later.

As he scrolls he likes a few and comments on some of his friends posts. However, his incessant scrolling comes to a stop when his for you page lands on a video of Nai’s. Vinnie watches it, but as he does so a familiar face is shown causing his heart rate to increase while butterflies erupted in his stomach. Who knew that one person could still elicit these feelings out of him two years later?

There was no way. It couldn’t be you in the video. Yet there you were in Nai’s tiktok showing off your gecko. You looked the same, but so different at the same time. Vinnie couldn’t help himself, but to watch the tiktok a few more times, every time his smile getting bigger and his heart fuller.

Luckily for him Nai tagged you in the caption in which Vinnie took this opportunity to check out your profile and make sure it was actually you and his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. Right away he knew it was in fact you.

You had just under a million followers and were on the brink of getting verified. As Vinnie scrolled through your profile he finds your first tiktok that went viral and ultimately kick started your career. The video was of you eight months ago running and dancing around in the rain in the middle of the road. Vinnie smiles as he watches and he couldn’t help, but to feel flustered at the fact he finally found you after all these years.

It made him happy to see that you seemingly stayed the same personality wise. From what he remembered you loved everything about nature and animals so there was no surprise to see your account full of videos of you enjoying what you loved. In fact your most viral videos consisted of your ring neck parakeet, Athena.

Just as Vinnie was about to hit the follow button on your account a text from Alex popped up.

I was planning on throwing a chill party tonight is that okay?

He clicked and stared at the message for a few seconds. Seemingly Nai would be invited which meant if you were with her still Nai would likely bring you as her plus one.

Yea ofc.

Vinnie spent the rest of the day going through your social media accounts. He wanted to follow you on every platform possible, but he didn’t want that to creep you out so he decided it was best to wait and see if you came tonight. After all his odds were looking in his favour as the time until the get together dwindled and you and Nai continued to post with each other.

The blond walks out of his washroom freshly showered with a towel around his waist and into his large room. He could hear a bunch of voices and music coming from down stairs so the party must have already started. Just as Vinnie was about to drop his towel to get dressed a familiar voice is heard from the other side of his door.

“Knock knock!” Nai shouts.

“One sec!” Vinnie calls out quickly, throwing on boxers and a pair of black cargo pants before rummaging through his dresser for a shirt. “Come in!”

Almost instantly the door flies open revealing Nailea in all her glory. Vinnie glances over to her in hopes you were with the brunette, but his hopes fall when he see’s you’re no where to be found.

“You seriously need to stop making thirst traps in the shower we all thought you slipped and died with how long you were taking.” Nai says walking into the room and flopping onto Vinnie’s bed.

Vinnie lets out a laugh while he continued to look for a shirt he wanted to wear, his mind being clouded with thoughts of you. Nai was wearing the same outfit she was wearing in the instagram stories she posted with you today so where were you?

Just as Vinnie turns around, putting on a shirt with the intent to discretely ask Nai about you a familiar, but nostalgic voice could be heard in the hallway over Alex’s loud laugh from downstairs. “Nai?”

“In here!”

“Jeez this house is huge I need a map just to leave the washroom.” You say walking into the unfamiliar bedroom. As you do so your eyes lock with Vinnie’s and both of your heart rates increase significantly. Heat washes over you under Vinnie’s gaze and you couldn’t help, but to feel confused. He looked so familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on where you recognize him from.

Vinnie on the other hand felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Throughout the past few years he imagined scenarios where he would run into you back at home or at Lake Chelan, but finally being in your presence again caused him to not know how to act.

“Y/N this is Vinnie the friend of mine I wanted you to meet.” Nai says looking at you. “And Vinnie this is Y/N. I think you guys will click instantly especially since you’re both from Washington.”

“Nice to meet you. Can I sit?” You ask nodding over to Vinnie’s bed where Nai was sitting, petting Hera.

“Y-yea of course.” The blond stutters out causing his cheeks to go red. However, a pang of hurt rings throughout the boys heart when he realizes you don’t remember him.

Quickly you make your way over to Vinnie’s bed and without wasting another second you extend your hand out for Hera to smell before petting her. Vinnie watches as you do so. You looked even more beautiful than when he first met you two years prior, if that was even possible. Although you looked slightly different due to the fact you graciously grew into your features Vinnie could tell your personality stayed the same as you continued to gravitate towards animals.

“What’s this cuties name?” You ask scratching under Hera’s chin, causing her to purr before you smile at Vinnie.

“Her name is Hera.”

You let out a gasp, “Did you know Hera was married to Zeus?” You say, recalling your past obsession of Greek Mythology. By now Nai was zoned out of your conversation and was scrolling on tiktok.

“Yea I actually named her after a girl that I met at Lake Chelan, who’s dog was named Zeus.” Vinnie says with a toothy smile on his face.

Your eyes widen and you look back over to the blond, your heart beating a mile a minute while you finally connected the dots.

“City boy?” You breathe out.

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all-might-can-smash-me · 4 years

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Dad/Family headconons

Masterlist

Aizawa, Taishiro, Toshinori, Sir Nighteye, and Hawks

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

Despite him being that kind of nonchalant, I don’t give a shit about anything kind of person.....he’s a family guy

Loves kids

He just wants you to have a huge army of kids following alongside you hand in hand to visit him at work.

Looks forward to being able to relate to someone else with his quirk

Doesn’t care if they are all girls, all boys, a mixture of both, or even fostering or adopting, he’s for everything

Was kind of afraid to open up about that side of himself when you two got married, but you are all for it too

Feels that he can handle it with your help thanks to having some experience with dealing with his students

Is slapped in the face with shock when you two have your first 2 or 3 kids because infants are, you guessed it, nothing like teens who are all emotional about becoming a prohero

Guess he would be prepared for whenever they would get to their teenage years

Except for periods because he didn’t know anything about them but he’ll probably take the time to learn about it from you

Still happy over his growing army though

Still loves the chaos of it all, plus it’s good to have Aizawa to control their quirks when they start to develop

The chaos also reminds him of his own time in school with his few friends he had....they were always so vibrant and loud unlike him and he kind of envied it (secretly)

Yamada and Kayama (Present Mic and Midnight) loves to visit his little army and spoil them with toys and snacks even if Aizawa disapproved of it

You helped hand out the toys and snacks.....Aizawa could suck it up

Napping piles are normal in this household, so don’t be freaked when you see all of your children curled up or around Aizawa under a pillow fort in the living room.

It breaks his heart everytime though when his kids beg to take a stray cat home and he has to say no....but he’ll end up going back on patrol to feed it and then probably cave in and bring it home anyway

He’ll just shrug off his children’s accusations of him being a ‘hypocrite’ for saying no to their pleas earlier and say something like ‘Well I said you couldn’t do it, nothing about me though’

The tea parties are lit and he’ll crush anyone at a video game

Taishiro Toyomistu/Fatgum

Really never thought about having his own kids until meeting Kirishima and Tamaki

Life was changed FOREVER since meeting them, now he would like to have his own family

It was kind of confusing to finally have the talk of having kids a couple of years into your marriage, but your views on having kids were changed too after meeting the two UA students

He let you on thinking just one or two kids were great, but you didn’t know if you should have been surprised that you were in the hospital room pushing out your 5th child

It was kind of funny to see Taishiro freaking out even if it was his 5th time next to you in labor

Your kids were so use to it they just sat out in the hallway doing their schoolwork or playing games on their iPads as Kirishima and Tamaki watched over them (your labor would always catch them while they were out on patrol)

I picture that all his kids are girls

He uses the excuse “just one more kid, maybe this time it’ll be a boy”, It’s NEVER a boy

I feel that he’s the dad to sneak home McDonald’s fries or ice cream to his kids despite you not liking it

Will take the blame when you catch one of your daughters munching on fries on the way back to her room (daughters will also try to take the blame, but how the heck could girls 13 and younger sneak out all the way to McDonalds)

He’ll also get all his daughters together to bake a cake and also decorate it. The creativity shown by his daughters will always amaze him.

He and his daughters would even clean up the kitchen together...mostly so that you wouldn’t get mad upon seeing the kitchen as a disaster

Gets way into watching Barbie’s Life in the Dream House and secretly really loves our queen Raquelle

All Might/Toshinori Yagi

Just wants one little girl

To spoil her ROTTEN!

Seeing his friend David Sheild’s daughter Melissa grow up and look so happy always made him envious. Young Midoriya also played a huge role in his desire for at least one kid

One child was enough for the two of you and thankfully your first and only child was a girl

Gran Torino will also spoil her rotten along with Sir Nighteye

Will not be embarrassed to be caught sprawled out on the ground with your daughter playing with dolls

He’s actually quite proud of the fact that he doesn’t mind getting down and dirty when it comes to playing with ‘girly’ things with his young daughter unlike other dads

Loves to play Studio Ghibli movies for your daughter.....but Yagi is way more into it

I say this because Toshinori will try to hide his tears while watching My Neighbor Totoro as your daughter is fast asleep on his lap.

He will also sneak in a rated pg-13 hero movie from the United States in when your gone too....and then he’ll act surprise when your daughter would repeat the fowl language she heard in the movie

He would and WILL spend hours on YouTube to learn how to braid hair and put bows in and ribbons

He would bring her to work a lot too to see class 1A in action

Daughter will forever be his ‘baby’, so he HATES the thought of her starting to date and get married.

So when she admitted that the boy ‘Todoroki’ in his class was handsome while heading home one day from his work, he swore off boys....

He wasn’t surprised though, she was always managing to get Todoroki to hold her hand while Toshinori would have class 1A doing scenarios in teams and showing off her hair to him and asking if he noticed anything different.

Todoroki is a good sport, he held her hand and always complimented her hair...

Yeah she was mad at Toshinori and you made him unswear off boys, especially Todoroki

Brings your daughter to work just to brag about how he did her hair to EVERYONE

Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye

Eh....he didn’t want kids, never had the desire tbh

Though something about UA students’ charming personalities making these heroes want families. Mirio got him thinking one kid couldn’t be so bad

You were shocked when he asked to have a kid, but you agreed....after discussing it for awhile to make sure he wanted this

I picture him having one cute, little shy boy

Like the cute little boy with glasses who wears those cute shorts with a bug related shirt that just wants to search for roly-poly in the dirt and grass in the back yard

Very quiet and a bit shy around new people, but is literally the most polite little boy in the WORLD

Nighteye will use his quirk on his son when out looking for bugs to just see if he missed something in the grass or dirt, but that’s as far as he’ll use it

The reason why Nighteye thinks he’s so funny is because your son (and you of course along with mirio) are the only ones who laugh at his jokes, especially your son

Your son finds ANYTHING his dad says or does hilarious. His dad made a gasp of excitement along side his son upon finding a millipede? Instant laughter will follow

Those bouts of laughter from his son is the best feeling in the world to him

Tried to make your son an expert on All Might, but gave up when he came to his conclusion that your son just wasn’t into it.

It was kind of weird at first to find out his son was just simply NOT into heroes, but now he just loves the fact that his son likes what he likes and doesn’t let himself get swayed by others, even his own mom and dad

If you can’t make his little boy, his pride and joy, laugh? Sorry, but don’t talk to Nighteye or his son ever again

He will sit and listen to his little boy go on and on and on and ON about anything and never get bored (or show it). He will sit and listen intently about the cool facts about the bug he found or a plant.

He’d even listen to the longest explanation about a tiny little squiggle on a piece of paper that he drew on if it was being told by his little boy.

Will even put a meeting on hold just to answer a FaceTime from his son from your phone just to listen to him talk about a leaf he made a pressing of....and will sit there with the volume all the way up on his phone too so the others in the room can hear as well.

Will spend all night pinning bugs to a board to frame and label just for your son

Keigo Takami/Hawks

He didn’t even want to date tbh

Though when he met you? The cliche ‘love at first sight’ happened and soon the two of you were married pretty quickly and boy was he a happy man

He didn’t really even want kids either. He just didn’t want to have kids and somehow they end up with a childhood like his that’s not the greatest or most normal, plus he was happy with the little domestic life with you.

But then IT happened. You know, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much and poof, a baby? Yeah....

He was TERRIFIED, but once your first child came into the world, a new sense of happiness sparked within him, like his own eyes opened for the first time to the world

This happened twice more, ending up with his happy family consisting of you, his two boys, and his little girl.

He’s the kind of dad to have his wallet FILLED with pictures of his kids and you. He will shamelessly show them off to fans while on patrol and also to Endeavor....even if he’s seen them a trillion times. Also his office is filled with framed pictures too

He also gets in trouble a lot along with his two boys for playing to rough and loudly within the house by you, especially for flying and being too competitive with video games and ANY activity he would take part in with them.

What can he say? His sons were like the best friends he was never able to have as a kid, he wanted to take in the beauties of having an energetic family

He doesn’t play favorites, but when it comes to his little girl? Sometimes he’ll catch a feeling of her feeling like she’s the odd one out when it comes to her two older brothers and he can relate to that feeling.

So he’ll set aside some dad and daughter time to do the things she likes, like read, color, and draw

He would even let her do his hair with tiny braids and color pieces of clip in hair and many butterfly clips. Keigo would also then wear it out proudly on patrol and check his reflection MULTIPLE times to make sure everything was in place.

He would then shout to the press and paparazzi that his daughter did his hair, showing it off in the process

When the picture would come out with the headliner ‘Hawks’ New Look Thanks to Daughter’ for the news the next day, the look of pride and awe on your daughters face upon looking at the front cover of the magazines and newspapers at the store you and his family would shop at would absolutely melt his heart melt

He’s the first one to pull back the covers to let his children climb in when scared by a thunderstorm or the spooky shadow in their room even if they may be getting ‘too old’ to be doing that...according to Endeavor however, so that information might be wrong

Bribes his kids not to tell you that he entered the house through the window and not the front door

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fizzyxcustard · 2 years

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Covert Eyes (4)

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Fandom: Spooks

Pairings: Lucas North x OC (Amy Holland) eventually

Warnings: Stalking behaviour, anxiety, language, sexual references.

Summary: Lucas takes notice of a young woman, Amy, but his obsession and want to get to know her begin to spiral out of control. In the previous chapter, Amy invited Lucas to come and spend an evening with her at her flat. However, he was called away, and left Amy with a question in her mind from an earlier comment. Has Lucas inadvertently revealed that he is watching her? Now Lucas is adamant to make things up to Amy for leaving so suddenly in their last attempt at a film night.

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Amy lay in bed later that evening, thinking about Lucas. The fact that his comment eluded to him knowing what Jonathan looked like was still bugging her. How could he have known? Maybe it was purely that Lucas had seen Amy earlier in the evening and hadn’t come over to intrude. But he’d seemed startled when he saw her leaving the pub. Why would he act startled?

It took a while for Amy to become settled in bed and drift off. In fact, she decided to put on an ASMR video from YouTube and listen to someone’s whispering. That always sent her to sleep fast.

Her dreams were vague, like a painting that she was viewing through a telescope. Miles away. Some of the images remained with her as she woke, and then disappeared.

Her phone chimed.

I’m sorry about last night, love. Will you let me make it up to you?

Amy decided to try and let things continue on as they were and hide her suspicions away for now. There probably was some logical answer for how Lucas knew what Jonathan looked like. Not every man was out to break hearts, and she had to keep reminding herself of that fact. Some men just wanted to be happy, and love and be loved. Hopefully Lucas was one of those men.

At the café, Amy felt her lips curl upward and a spring develop in her step. Lucas was in his normal place – back right of the room, sat facing the glass front of the shop.

“Morning, love,” he said. “Brought you breakfast.”

Amy looked down, as she approached the table, to see two mugs of coffee and two bagels.

Amy and her bagels, Lucas had chuckled to himself upon ordering them.

“Why do you keep doing this?” Amy asked, placing her shoulder bag down on the table. “I feel guilty now. Please let me pay for tomorrow. I can’t keep letting you do this.”

“Only if you let me come round again tonight, and this time I’ll make sure that no one disrupts us. Our time keeps getting cut short; normally our mornings are only an hour at best. I can always bring food with me.”

“You’re sweet, you know that?” Amy giggled. “It’s rare nowadays. And I did want to ask you something.”

Lucas leaned forward in his seat, clasping his hands together. “What’s up?”

“Erm, you said last night that you thought I was out of Jonathan’s league. How do you know what he looks like?”

Lucas sighed and then rested back in his seat. “I didn’t want to mention this before as it might have seemed like I was trying to make him seem like a bad guy, but I recognised him when he was stood in front of me in the queue. Then when you said his name, I instantly knew it was the same guy I was thinking of. I’ve had to book him a few times for drug charges. He’s definitely not a nice guy, or someone you want to associate with.”

Inwardly and Amy breathed a sigh of relief. Of course there was some reason for it. It was just me being suspicious, as always.

Lucas noticed Amy’s shoulders ease back a little. Shit! I almost blew my own cover there. You dumb arse. There’s no way that she’ll consider contacting him again with that story. A seasoned intelligence officer like Lucas should have been able to keep his cool and know the drill by now with a watertight cover story. But with Amy, somehow some of his sense was lost. Because she was becoming so personal to him now, and that want to be in her life was building, Lucas was losing his focus.

Amy spoke a little about her plans to see her family during the summer months, and mentioned her nephew, Thomas. Lucas watched her eyes light up as she talked about the boy, who was almost nine now. “He absolutely adores his dad, Matt. And keeps saying how he wants to be just like him.”

“What does your brother in law do?” Lucas asked.

“He’s a vet. Thomas wants to make dogs and cats well again when they’re sick, so he says. He loves watching nature documentaries with David Attenborough, and even said if he couldn’t be a vet then he’d want to take Attenborough’s job.”

“Kids, eh?” Lucas chuckled. “They all have such big dreams. And then when you become an adult, it doesn’t quite work out the way you wanted it to. What did you want to be as a kid?”

“I wanted to work for Disneyland and dress up as Cinderella.”

Lucas laughed. “You know, I could imagine that. I think all you’d need is a wig for your hair to be longer. But you’re definitely beautiful enough.”

Amy looked down at the table and blushed. “I don’t think so, but thanks.”

Lucas couldn’t help but feel saddened by the expression on Amy’s face. It was almost as if memories had re-surfaced somewhere, bad ones. She sighed and looked to her left, again, looking as though she were recollecting something.

“Are you okay?”

Amy finally looked up. “No one has ever said I’m beautiful. Apart from my mum, of course. I mean, parents have to say that, don’t they? They made you, after all. It’d be a failure on their part if they admit you’re ugly. Anyway, I’ve got to get going now.”

“What time shall I see you tonight?” Lucas asked. There was no way that he was going to let her slip away without some kind of arrangement to see her again. One way or the other, he would kiss her that night. He would show her that she was beautiful.

“Is seven okay?”

“Perfect.”

Amy couldn’t stop thinking about Lucas’ words as she signed claimants on to receive their payments. Some of them had to clear their throats to remind her that they were there. Her mind was topsy turvy, in a constant state of Lucas North.

On her lunch break, she decided to head into town a buy a little make up. Just some simple foundation, mascara and eyeshadow. Maybe it would lift her confidence somewhat and help move things along with Lucas. His words now all seemed to be indicating that he was interested in her, looking past their friendship to something more. He genuinely seemed to want to know about her, cared, and found her attractive.

A colleague, a middle aged woman named Debbie, sporting an awful fake tan and dripping in gold necklaces and rings, saw Amy’s shopping bag and enquired about the contents. Once Amy had told her, albeit quite grudgingly, Debbie’s face lit up. “I sense a man is involved here.”

“Maybe.” This time Amy couldn’t hide her true feelings and smiled, blushing vivid red.

“Oh, sweetheart. What’s he like?” Debbie had always played mother hen to Amy, taking her under her wing for support, guidance and friendship.

Amy took a deep breath and began explaining what she knew about Lucas. Both women were sat opposite each other on a small table in the staffroom. Other colleagues came and went, practically ignoring the two women who were gushing about Amy’s blossoming friendship with Lucas.

“He definitely sounds like he likes you. And the fact that you keep seeing each other at the same café. He’s obviously going there on purpose.”

“How do you mean?” Amy asked.

“The local police station is about three miles away. It’d make sense for him to get to his workplace first and then have coffee, or at least move around. He likes you, lovely. That’s very plain to see, and I don’t even know the bloke.”

The rest of the day passed by slowly. Amy was constantly watching the clock, hurrying claimants through their appointments, and not asking all the questions that she should have. By half three, Amy took her last break and checked her phone. Lucas had messaged her.

I promise that you will have my undivided attention this evening.

Amy rushed home and showered, then made sure that her flat was neat and presentable. She paced through each room, even her bedroom, checking for anything that may have looked out of place, dusty or in need of a clean. Everything was perfect.

Finally, Lucas arrived.

As he entered, he seemed to be looking at her for longer, his gazes sinking right into her. She could feel that pull, and a shiver of anticipation raging up her spine. But there was something on the tip of her tongue, something that she wanted to ask him.

The two of them sat in the living room, only a foot apart. The air was alight now, an electricity charging. Static was swarming around them both. Lucas’ gaze was still locking on her for longer, and this time, Amy thought, fuck it. She went with her gut instinct, and that was he liked her. That question though would still not leave her alone.

Lucas looked at her, and he could see that she had put a little make up on. Not too much, but just enough to let him notice. Her sweet perfume smelled divine, and he could see her cleavage just slightly peeping from under a long sleeved, hippy style tunic. Those large, green eyes were even more beautiful, highlighted by dark shadow.

The question was deafening now, and Amy had to ask. “What makes me so special, Lucas? I mean, you could have any woman you want…” She trailed off.

“And what makes you so insecure about yourself? What makes you think that you need to go on dates with people like Jonathan Simmons, who are known drug addicts?” Lucas, by now, had his eyes locked on hers. The two of them were staring at each other from across the very small gap. “What has made you lower yourself to such….”

“Look at me,” Amy exclaimed. And then tears fell down her cheeks. Nothing special. Only mediocre.

Lucas shifted across the sofa, whispered, “I am,” and then took her lips against his in a hot kiss. Both of them lost their breaths, becoming so caught up in the passion in that moment. Their tongues met and gradually, Lucas pressed back against the sofa, his legs open. They were still kissing hungrily. Lucas was sure, right then, that he had never been kissed like this. It was needing, wanting, a desperation. However, he still felt that the rest of her body was holding back, avoiding contact with his. “Let go,” he whispered, breaking from the kiss for a second to look her in the eyes. “It’s okay. Let go, and go with it.”

Amy shot into another kiss. This time she moved, lifting herself into his lap where she straddled him. She listened to him groan as her hips ground against his, beckoning more arousal.

Lucas held her tight and let her take the lead. There was something so majestic that was caged inside her, and he needed to free it. A passionate soul, full of expression. A lover. He felt the sincerity in her movements as her lips brushed down his face and onto his neck.

They kissed for a further couple of minutes, before Amy moved away and let her breathing settle.

“No more talk about you not being beautiful, okay?” Lucas chuckled.

As the two of them got settled, putting on the TV and then ordering a pizza, they felt a weight had been lifted. The wall between them had been pulled down, the questions that had been in their minds now answered. The gap between them was completely closed; Amy rested herself in the crook of Lucas’ arm. She felt warm, accepted, wanted. For the first time in years.

They kissed, ate and drank beer and cider. Lucas had agreed to Amy putting on a couple of her Disney films, starting with The Little Mermaid, and then changing to The Sword in the Stone. However, most of the films went unwatched as they ate and kissed.

By the time it had turned half ten, Amy began questioning in her mind whether to ask Lucas if he wanted to stay. But she was conscious of that appearing as if she were easy, prepared to give him sex on their first official date. However, Amy knew she wanted to have sex with him; she’d been celibate now for so long and yearned for touch. Her ex had never satisfied her; she felt Lucas would be different. Firstly, Amy was very attracted to Lucas, and in a way that she had never been to any other man. Surely sex would be an entirely different experience.

“Do you want to stay?” she asked.

Lucas was aware of what this meant and got to his feet. “I should go. I’ve enjoyed tonight,” he said, and for once there was an awkward reluctance in his tone. He wanted her, probably more so than she imagined at that point, but Lucas could not force their relationship to go down this route too early. Amy, so he had seen and felt, was a woman who did nothing by half measure. She was all or nothing. Sex would not be something that she easily flung herself into. That self-control was fraying at the edges.

As Amy got up, he curled his arms around her waist and drew her in towards him. They kissed again, igniting more heat. And the longer they both kissed, the more they knew that Lucas would not be leaving that night.

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TRASH MAGIC — CHAPTER TWO.

read previous chapters here!

summary: adrian comes over.

pair: adrian chase/vigilante x trailer park trash!reader

warnings: non descriptive dubious consent scene, sexual content, mentions of domestic violence and abuse, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of blood, non sexual shower scene, cigarette smoking, mentions and depictions of sex work, and swearing. 18+ minors dni!

authors note: so chapter two is a bit earlier than promised, i have just been really feeling this story rn honestly. hope y’all enjoy and let me know your thoughts <33 thank you

The night was hell to say the least. You have had enough of the Flamingo Motel and their shitty mattress that probably have bed bugs — and most of all, Rick Fucking James. Rick had been rough on you last night to say the least. He's an angry drunk, which left you walking home last night with more bruises than you had left with. Your throat, your arms, your hips, a split lip, all decorated with his handprint. There was no way you would be able to hide it from Silas and you still didn't know what you would tell him. Someone was trying to steal your purse? You got hit by a car? And what the fuck would you tell Adrian? You had seen the glimpses of anger that flashed in his eyes when you had mentioned things Rick had done to you. Hands clenched so tightly you could see the veins begin to pop out and the wrinkles in his forehead become more prominent. Makeup wasn't going to be able to cover what damage Rick had done to you. Silas was fast asleep in your bed when you got home — he does this quite frequently and it was more normal for him to sleep in your bed than his — and you tried so hard to not make a single noise as you crawled into bed with him. You didn't want the questions. Not now, not when you were still debating your excuse would be. He must have sensed your presence even in his sleep because he subconsciously started cuddling with you when you had finally laid down. His small head rested on your chest and you pressed a kiss lightly into his hair. You sobbed yourself to sleep that night.

Silas had woken you up at eight in the morning. His cries invaded your dreams and sprung you awake. You watched as your four year old son cried because of the state of his mother.

"Mama! Mama, I thought you were dead!" Silas screamed into your chest when he finally noticed your eyes open. You held him so tight, you swore he would burst apart. He cried into your arms as you stroked his hair and told him it would be okay.

"Hey, hey, baby. Baby, it's okay. Shh, Mama is fine. I'm alright, Si." You mumbled into his ash brown hair that had just dried from all your tears from the night before.

"What happened, Mama? Did someone hurt you?"

You had to chose the lie you would tell your son because he was too young to understand that bad people to horrible things to little girls. Maybe he would understand it one day, "Someone tried to steal my purse last night. I fought him back though and won. I'm alright, baby. I promise you."

"This is why Evergreen has Vigilante! Where was he to take out the bad guy, mama?" Silas had a minor obsession with the — superhero? Supervillain? Super-Nuisance? — and you didn't exactly know how to handle it. At least it wasn't your horrible fucking neighbor, Peacemaker.

"He was probably fighting off some real bad guy. I can handle myself, honey. Mama can fight back," You wish you could. You really wish you could fight back against Rick James.

Silas started rambling on about Vigilante and how cool his suit was and now awesome his knives were. You promptly shut it down — reminded of the night before when you had touched his suit and saw his knives fiddle between his fingers — and told Silas that he needed to clean his room because they had a guest coming over. Wrong choice on your end, as now Silas would not stop asking who was coming over, even asking the most dreaded question of them all — is it my Dad? You had to remind him that he didn't have a father and that a little fairy had dropped Silas off on your doorstep. He eventually stopped his questioning when he knew it was going nowhere and started to clean up his room. You told Adrian he could come over around noon and you were washing dishes so fast you could feel your hands start numbing under the scolding hot water.

You had just finished moping the linoleum when Silas reminded you it was eleven thirty and you had to make yourself pretty for the "special guest" — his words, not yours. Your clothes weren't the nicest to say the least. All your clothings had either been hand me downs from Marla or you had thrifted yourself. A lot of your wardrobe consisted of small skirts and low cut tops — at Rick's request. You decided on a little white cropped tee shirt that had some random car festival decal and your nicest jeans — they had little jewels on the butt. You had attempted to curl your hair, but ended up making a mess out of it and the goddamn curling iron wasn't working and you ended up just brushing it out, leaving a semi puffy mess. You had just begun to apply your lip gloss when there was a knock at the door and you had to rush to the door before Silas answered it. His little legs weren't fast enough and before he could open the door, you scooped him up into your arms and placed him on your hip.

Adrian looked absolutely breath taking when you answered the door. He was wearing a skin tight long sleeve that did nothing to mask his broad shoulders and defined muscles — you didn't know he was fucking ripped — and he had a bouquet of pink tulips in his hands. He was smiling so big when he first made eye contact with you, but his smile quickly faded when he noticed the nasty purple bruise that donned you throat and your split lip. His normally twinkling green eyes were clouded and dimed and you noticed his grip on the flowers tighten.

"Hi, Adrian! How did you know tulips were my favorite?" You greeted, trying to distract him from your bruises. Silas was giving Adrian a deadly stare — trying to size him up and figure out what kind of man he would be.

Adrian broke his gaze from your purple neck and met your eyes, "I-I think you mentioned it once."

You smiled politely and ushered him inside. Silas was still giving Adrian a stink eye, "I don't think anyone has ever bought me flowers before. I don't even know if I own a vase."

Adrian hovered in the entry way, sizing up your home and taking in the surroundings, "Well, I'm glad to be the first."

You could hear his concern dripping from his voice and you were trying so hard to hold it together. You didn't want to break down in front of Silas. You couldn't. "Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce you two," You said, walking over to Adrian, "Silas, this is my friend, Adrian. Adrian, this is Silas. Si, say hi."

"Hi, Adrian." Silas said quickly and short. Silas was skeptical around new people and especially men. He hadn't really had any male interactions his entire four years of life.

"Hi, Silas. Heard you like Ninja Turtles." Adrian responded and you could just see the smile grow on Silas's face. He looked at you to be let down from the grasp between your arms and you set him down.

He ran over to Adrian, "Yes! Are you going to watch the movies with us today?" He seemed so excited. You watched from the kitchen as the two boys talked — still trying to find something to hold the flowers in. The way Adrian was talking to Silas made your skip a beat. Silas was so excited to have someone to talk about Ninja Turtles and you could see the same excitement on Adrian's face as Silas explained who his favorite ninja turtle is. You started to imagine Adrian being a father to Silas and you had to snap yourself out of the thought before you seriously hurt yourself. You aren't there yet. Slow down.

You retreated from the kitchen with a tall glass full of water — it will work until you pick up a proper vase from the Goodwill. You motion to the flowers in Adrian's hands and he released his tight grip on them. Once the flowers were placed delicately inside the cup, you set it on the kitchen counter by the window. Even though Adrian was having a blast with Silas — talking about all the Ninja Turtles — you could still see that small sliver in his eyes that radiated hurt. You should probably tell him. Best to tell him know and get it over with.

"Silas, baby. Do you want to go collect all your Ninja Turtle toys to show Adrian? Mama needs to talk with him real quick." You asked, bending down to make eye contact with him. He quickly nodded, placed a small kiss onto your cheek and skipped off to his bedroom. The second the door on his bedroom clicked shut, Adrian rushed over to you and started placing his hands everywhere.

"Oh my god, what the fuck happened to you? Who fucking did this?" Adrian said, not daring to meet your eyes. His eyes were firmly placed on all the bruises that scattered your body, trying to memorize each burst blood vessel on your skin.

"I'm okay. I promise. Rick, uh, he just got a little rough last night." You were searching in his eyes for something— anything other than rage. His eyes were glossy and hazy and he had the same look Rick had when he was drunk. It scared you a bit, but it also made your heart swell at the thought of him being so angry that someone could hurt you.

"No. It's not fucking okay, Sweet. H-He could have killed you. We have to do something, we can go to the police —"

"And tell them what? That a sex worker got a little too banged up? They don't care about girls like me, Addy. It won't mean shit. Plus, I need this job. I-I can't survive without it." Tears started to spill from your eyes, maybe you were crying over the fact you were stuck in an abusive hole — waiting until the day it finally kills you or the fact Adrian cared.

His rough hand lightly dusted your cheek and faintly dragged his fingers across your split lip, "We can figure something out. I-I don't want you to get hurt anymore, Sweet. I can't take it."

Adrian brushed a tear off your cheek, "I-I'll think about it, okay? It's just not as simple as you think. H-he has threatened to hurt Silas if I left and— I won't let him hurt my baby."

The fire in Adrian's eyes returned. Soft, twinkling eyes that were filled with care dissipated into fire and rage. You wondered where he got that from — the rage — and how he controlled it so well. Never once gripping you too tightly or yelling in front of you. It didn't scare you like the rage in Rick's eyes scared you and you couldn't figure out why. Adrian didn't know you noticed the switches between anger and comfort in him and he was too frightened to ever tell you the truth of how he controlled it. Would you care if he killed Rick James? Would you try to stop him? These questions floated in his mind, desperately searching for an answer but he could never come up with one. Maybe, one day when you have grown old together and all your children have gotten married, he'll tell you he's Vigilante. Would you leave then?

Adrian had been too quiet — searching your body for answers and reason — and you decided it would be best to change the subject now and fast, before it turns into something more. So, you placed a chaste kiss onto his chewed up pink lips — that he wouldn't stop biting last night because he had been so nervous thinking about you and Rick. He kissed back almost immediately and his hands that were once rested on your cheek made way to your bruised hips. Adrian didn't squeeze, he held them so lightly like he was afraid you could break apart under his grip. You think that's what you liked most about him. He wasn't aggressive and he didn't squeeze and grab and pull you. He was gentle, he treated you like a lady — you had never been treated like a lady.

"Ewww! Mama, you said he was just a friend!" Silas shouted once he saw the kiss. His hands filled with Ninja Turtle toys and pure disgust on his face. You broke the kiss off with Adrian and turned towards your son. You giggled at Silas's scrunched up face — all folded in on itself, he looked like a bunny.

"Okay, baby, come on. Let's go watch the movie." You redirected him to the couch. You grabbed Adrian's hand and dragged him to the couch. He plopped down onto the brown, cigarette burned couch and pulled you down with him. Trapped in his embrace and stuck in his lap — this wasn't the worst place for you to be and you really didn't mind it. You enjoyed the heat of Adrian radiating against your back and how he wrapped his arms around you so gently. You could get used to this moments like these. Adrian holding you on the couch, Silas mumbling about whatever scene was going on the TV. It was peaceful, for one of the first moments in your life, you felt at peace. You felt at home.

Six o’clock rolled around quickly and you headed to the kitchen prepared dinner. Just a frozen pizza, but it would do to satisfy Silas’s hunger. Adrian set a timer on his phone for when the oven was done cooking. Silas kept asking Adrian questions between his bites of the pizza and you had to keep reminding him not to talk with his mouthful — it didn’t help that Adrian was also talking with his mouthful. The boys were laughing and talking about Adrian pretending to beat up one of Silas’s stuffed animals. This was the first time she’d ever seen him this happy. He was laughing so hard his ribs hurt and you were smiling so big you swore your mouth was going to be stuck. It was beautiful. All of it. Everything. You wanted to keep this moment in your pocket forever and never let it go. You wished it could stay like this forever. You had to put Silas to bed soon and begin getting ready for work. You wish you didn’t have to leave again. You didn’t want to leave Adrian.

You were in the process of getting Silas ready for bed when he had asked if Adrian could stay and watch him while you went to work. Silas was giving you his puppy eyes — which always made your heart melt — and it was fucking working. You told him to start brushing his teeth when you walked back into the living room to greet Adrian, who was laying on the couch watching some straight to TV movie.

“So, you don’t have to say yes, but Silas was wondering if you would want to stay and watch him tonight while I went to work. Y-you don’t gotta say yes. I know you have a life and probably don’t want to be babys—,”

Adrian stood up from his spot on the couch, “I’ll do it. I don’t got nothing else going on. I don’t mind, plus I’d probably feel real guilty about leaving him here by himself anyways.”

You beamed a bright smile at him and ran to place a chaste kiss on his lips, “Thank you so much, Addy. You are like, the best person ever I think. Wait, second person, sorry, Silas comes first.”

Adrian chuckled, “I’m fine being second to Silas. He does run things here.”

You placed another chaste kiss to Adrian’s lips and ran back into the hall bathroom to continue putting Silas to bed.

…

So, Adrian might have lied a bit. He was suppose to be watching Silas, but he couldn’t help but follow you — so here he was, in full Vigilante gear, at the Pink Flamingo Motel. He had watched you walk into Room 4 with Rick James following and a random old white man. His fingers kept subconsciously reaching for his gun. He could just walk in there and shoot the two men and leave. He could. He was more than capable and the amount of meth the men did was more than enough to incapacitate him — but he promised you that he wouldn’t do anything. He promised you that he wouldn’t go the the police — never said anything about killing Rick James. He wouldn’t. No matter what he has done to you, you need the money to support you and Silas, and Adrian wasn’t going to just kill the only thing that was keeping you afloat — not yet at least. So, he waited in his golden Sebring outside the motel and tried so hard not to burst into Room 4. He was white knuckling the steering wheel, his mask fogging up because of how hard he was breathing, and he kept grabbing his gun.

He saw you in the window of Room 4 — staring out at the dimly lit parking lot, cigarette in hand and your breasts uncovered. He saw all the bruises that littered your chest, creeping up your neck like a fucking virus, you looked like you had been hit by a bus. Mascara smudged around your eyes and streaming down your face, pink lipstick wiped across your mouth. Then he came up behind you. His mouth fluttered your neck and his hands grabbed at your breasts and Adrian could just fucking see how uncomfortable you looked. How your eyebrows furrowed when he began to touch you and how you body went limp. God, he was fucking twitching now. His hands kept shaking under the weight of his gun and his leg kept bouncing. He wanted to fucking bash Rick Fucking James’s head in with a brick and watch him bleed out in front of him. He wanted to carve his fucking heart out and stomp on it. Adrian dreamed about what he’d finally do to Rick James.

The twitching and sweating only became worse when he saw Rick kiss your lips. Adrian surprisingly enough wasn’t jealous. He knew you didn’t want this. He knew you only wanted to kiss Adrian — but fuck, he was kissing his girl. Rick James didn’t know you cried yourself to sleep almost every night. Rick James didn’t know you lost your virginity at thirteen to a sophomore under the bleachers at Evergreen High. He didn’t know you loved to swim in the lake during the summer. He knew nothing about you, not like Adrian did, all he saw was a pretty little girl. God, that night when he watched you leave the Pink Flamingo and walk back on the sidewalk to your house, Adrian fucking lost it. He found some back alley drug deal and fucking slaughtered them. Twisting the knife into their hearts a little deeper than normal and as they bled out in front of him — he wished it was Rick James.

He made sure he got back home before you did. Adrian put some random comedy movie on that he had never heard of before and laid his head on your couch cushions. Purposefully, removing his jeans and covering himself with a blanket to try and make it seem like he was asleep. He knew Silas would understand that he had left, after all, him and Silas both wanted the same thing — for you to be safe. He heard the screech of the screen door and slid his glasses a bit lower down the bridge of his nose to seem like he had been asleep — Adrian knew he was wrong for this, but you would understand. One day at least. He turned his head when he heard the door push open and heard the click of your stilettos on the linoleum.

You slugged your fur jacket off and he slowly sat up from his position on the couch. He watched you as you struggled to get your heels off — too many straps, you always said — and when you finally lifted your head up, you smiled at him. You wanted this every night, you thought. Coming home to Adrian.

“Hey. You didn’t have to stay so late. I’m sorry, tonight was just —,” You stopped yourself from explaining the nefarious details of your night. They way you dreamed it was Adrian’s hands on yours instead of Rick’s. “I made some good money, though. I’ll probably be able to pay rent earlier than normal.”

Adrian got up from his spot on the couch and you tried so hard not to stare at his lower half, only covered up in a thin boxer. You clutched your purse a bit tighter and swallowed a bit deeper, “It’s okay. Silas was fine. He was out all night. Not even a peep.”

You set your purse down on the counter and kept directly staring into Adrian’s eyes. Not trusting yourself to look anywhere than there. His hand met your shoulder and your bare skin shivered under his warm touch. “G-good. Uh, y-you can spend the night if you wanna. O-only if you want to.”

He could feel you trembling under his touch and Adrian didn’t know if it was because you were nervous or because you were cold — maybe a bit of both. “I’ll stay, if you’ll have me, m’lady.”

You giggled as Adrian bowed in front of you and kissed your hand. Your smile was so bright, Adrian thought he saw the fucking sun. You were absolutely gorgeous, magnificent, beautiful — all the words in the fucking dictionary couldn’t explain how absolutely enthralled Adrian was with you.

“Then follow me, sir.” You grabbed onto his hand and dragged him down the hall into your bedroom. One walk in closet, one bathroom, one small desk that held your computer and some jewelry, and a queen sized bed in between two nightstands. He made sure to take note of all the exists and entrances into the room — as he does with every new room he entered.

You were unlatching your fake pearls from your neck and taking out your nickel earrings in the bathroom mirror and you could see Adrian noting all the things that made up your room. He was very observant, you knew that much about him, but it was almost like he was maping it out, memorizing every small detail.

“I have to take a shower now,” You were still struggling with one of the fake golden hoops in your ear, “Y-you can join me. I-If that’s alright. Only if you want to, of course.”

Adrian finally stopped snapped out of whatever zone he was in and stared at you through the bathroom mirror. He gulped at the idea. You. Him. Warm Shower. Match made in heaven — or hell.

“Uh, yeah. Only if you are comfortable with it.” He finally said, his eyes not leaving your body as you stripped off your sweat covered tank top. He could see the bruises on your hips and a small tattoo on your lower back — that drove him fucking wild. He watched you turn the shower on and slowly slip out of your cheetah printed skirt. Your naked body, all for his view. Adrian felt like he shouldn’t be looking. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Everything he did, was to make you comfortable.

“You comin’ or what, Addy?” You turned your head to look at him, fumbling in the bedroom, wiping his hands on his boxers. He nodded and quickly began stripping himself of his clothes before leaving his glasses on the bathroom counter and following you into the shower.

Your back was turned to him and you were setting yourself under the warm water. Hands in your hair — trying to rid yourself of Rick’s touch. You turned yourself around when you noticed the presences behind you. Your eyes couldn’t help but take him all in. He was more muscular than you had thought. A toned upper body, wide shoulders, a fucking six pack. You noticed scars on his stomach, it covered his body. A healed bullet wound in his shoulder. You wondered how he got these, but you didn’t ask. Maybe he’ll tell you one day. Your eyes wandered lower and, fuck, he was bigger than you expected. Your eyes quickly shot back up to meet Adrian’s eyes when you realized you had been staring longer at his not so little friend than you should have been. His hands dusted your fragile skin, barely touching your wet skin. First, his hands were on your shoulder, then slowly made their way down your arm, then your stomach and then crawled their way between your breasts to meet your face.

You dragged him under the water and gave him a kiss. It was more passionate than your other kisses had been — those ones were filled with angst and care — this was fueled by something else entirely. It wasn’t too aggressive, but it was more fiery than the others. Maybe because you were naked together in the shower, maybe because it was such a deeply intimate moment. Standing in front of each other, bruises and all — and were bare. Adrian didn’t take it any farther than the kiss. His hands never straying further than they should have been. He broke the kiss and grabbed your shampoo off the ledge and began applying it to your hair. He washed you. Cleaned you and you had never felt more comfort in your whole life.

After he was done scrubbing your body and washing your hair, he wrapped you up in a towel and carried you back into the bedroom. He dried you off, mumbling about how beautiful you were and you were trying so hard to keep it together when he kissed the bruises on your legs. Adrian had asked where your pajamas were and you told him. He pulled the oversized shirt over your body, covering your naked body. And when he was done dressing you, he slid back his boxers on and climbed into bed with you. He held you in his arms all night and you promised yourself you would do whatever it takes to keep Adrian Chase forever.

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Love Bug (Wanda x Reader)

Summary

So when Peter is bitten by a spider, he gets cool superpowers; but when you’re bitten by one, you get loopy and say things you never meant to say.

“I can’t get your smile out of my mind. I think about your eyes all the time. Beautiful but you don’t even try.”

Word Count: 5688

Warnings: None unless you count someone fainting and mention of spider

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“That is freaky.”

“Come on, you’re impressed. Just say it’s impressing.”

“It’s impressingly freaky,” you say tapping on the glass of the container that holds Peter’s new tech. “Stark really took taxidermy to the next level.”

“Relax. It’s mechanical. It needs a name. I’m thinking ‘RoboSpider’,” Peter says enthusiastically as you are both watching the metallic spider crawl in its container. It looks so real. It’s creepy.

“That’s a stupid name,” you turn to Peter.

“I think it fits him.”

“Of course you do, Spider Boy,” you reply. Peter just scoffs.

“What does it do?”

Peter narrows his eyes on the spider. “I think it has a camera for surveillance. I’m sure it does something cool.”

“Didn’t they tell you when they gave it to you? Or give you a manual or something?”

“No, they don’t know I know about it yet, but I’m sure we can figure it out,” he says as he begins to open the container.

“What do you mean they don’t kno-”

“What are you two doing?” The unexpected voice behind you has you and Peter turn around wide-eyed so quickly you could Pietro a run for his money. You and Peter stand in front of the container and let out a panicked, “Nothing!”

You finally take in whom the voice belongs to and the panic washes away from both you and Peter. You honestly should have known who it was off the bat when that very damn voice haunts your dreams. Well, ‘haunts’ isn’t really the right word.

“Oh, it’s just you,” you sigh in relief as Wanda approaches you both.

“Just me?” she quirks an eyebrow.

And suddenly, for reasons unknown (you know the reasons, you just won’t admit them yet), the panic comes back and you begin to ramble, “Yes, I mean NO! I mean yes you but not like ‘just’ you, you know? Like ‘it’s only you’ - er ‘it’s you only’ but like a good ‘it’s you only’ as in we’re glad it’s you and not someone else who came in -”

“Y/N, I think she gets it,” Peter stops your ramble.

You see Wanda giving you what seems to be an amused smile. You feel your cheeks heat up as you try looking anywhere else. Is it getting hot in here?

“Well, I was looking for you to ask if either of you wanted to watch a movie named ‘13 Going On 30’? Pietro says one of the characters looks like Bruce.”

You look to Peter to answer. You don’t think you can open your mouth anymore without embarrassing yourself.

“Yeah, we’ll be right down,” he replies with ease, lucky asshole.

You finally look at Wanda as she gives you a parting smile and you give an awkward one in return. Your eyes follow her until she is out of sight.

“You’ve got it bad,” Peter teases.

“Shut up,” you reply as you turn your attention back to the container.

Peter continues, “Like I thought I was bad at talking to girls-”

The empty container. Panic seems to be the mood for today as it comes back full force.

“Peter.”

“-but that was like next level.”

“Peter!”

“What?” he finally turns to you.

“RoboSpider is missing.”

“Aha! See, it’s not that stupid,” he says with a victorious smile on his face that quickly falls, “Wait what did you say?”

You simply point at the glaringly empty container.

“That’s not good.”

You give Peter the most sarcastic face you could muster.

“Help me look! It couldn’t have gone far,” Peter gets on his knees and begins searching for the spider.

You frantically search countertops, “Does it not have an off switch?”

“I don’t know.”

“Obviously or this wouldn’t be happening right now!” you whisper scream.

“Here, RoboSpider. Tsk tsk tsk. Come on out, boy,” Peter starts calling.

He looks ridiculous doing so from the floor. You step in front of him.

“You really think that’s going to work?”

He looks up at you and shrugs. You feel like you’re a minute away from sweating. Less than a minute based on the tickling sensation on your neck. Maybe Peter can tell to cause he’s looking at your neck, his eyes widening. You don’t know why it’s so shocking you’re sweating as he should be too because if Tony finds out you lost RoboSp- the damn spider, he will have your heads.

“Y/N, don’t freak out.”

Why did he have to say that? Freaking out is in your very nature. You do it so well. You’ve been doing it all day. Suddenly, you are all too aware of what you thought was sweat tickling your neck but now realize, unless you have discovered a new ability and become a water bender, sweat does not move like that. You close your eyes and try to steady your pulse. Don’t freak out.

“Peter. get. it. off.”

As hard as you tried to stop it, your pulse begins racing again as Peter slowly rises to his feet grabbing a cup and a paper from the counter. “Relax, I don’t think it bites.”

You open your eyes and ask once you see Peter reaching out, “Why the paper and cup then?”

“Precaution.”

You feel the spider still and somehow that pushes you over the edge. Your pulse goes into overdrive, your whole body breaks into goosebumps, and you finally let the urge to swat at your neck take over. It’s as if Peter and the spider sense this. All too quickly, the following happen: you bring your hand up to smack at your neck, Peter races to it first with the cup, and the spider bites down.

“Ow, shit!”

“Got it!”

Peter smiles triumphantly as you rub at your neck. He places the spider back in its container and properly closes it.

“You said it didn’t bite.”

“I also said not to freak out. Are you okay? Let me see,” he takes your hand off your neck to check the bite.

“Is it gross? Is it red? Green? Pulsing? Am I gonna die? Peter, say something!”

“It’s not there. I don’t see any bite. I think you might have just smacked yourself with your hand.”

Your hand comes back to your neck as you feel around. You don’t feel any bump. You take out your phone to look for a mark but don’t see one.

“Count yourself lucky, Parker,” you glare at him over your phone.

“Okay, but you should have seen your face,” he laughs as you both exit the lab. You just roll your eyes.

As you are walking to the common space, you feel your legs go a little numb. Peter notices you walking funny.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you assure him, “I think I’m still a little shaken up is all.”

You stop Peter right as you’re about to turn into the common space. You warn him, “We do not speak of what happened in the lab.”

Peter raises his hands up in defense, “Hey, I’m not trying to get in trouble either.”

“Okay, good.”

“Great. Now let’s join everyone and watch Bruce’s twin on screen while you stare at Wanda the whole movie.”

You smack his arm and then grab it leading him into the room as you comment, “Okay, but like that guy really does look like Bruce. How have I never noticed?”

That you didn’t deny the Wanda comment is not lost on either of you.

You can already smell the popcorn in the air right as you walk in. You immediately spot Wanda standing by the TV talking to her brother who seems to be growing frustrated with the remote. You note everyone who has joined you for the movie. Bucky and Steve are sitting on the long couch talking. Bucky looks like he had just woken up from a nap, his shirt wrinkled and hair slightly sticking up on one side. Steve is freshly showered wearing his usual attire. With his muscles showing through his shirt and his posture even as he’s sitting down, he looks untouchable, but you know differently with the bandage on the side of his forehead covering a wound he claims to be from a mission. Turning your head a bit more, you see Nat and Clint heading over to the couch with buckets of popcorn. Both are dressed for the gym but neither looked sweaty so you assume they decided to watch the movie instead. Farther down you see Bruce kneeled beside the single massage chair people usually fought over. You think he’s lost something under the chair.

You turn back to Wanda. She looks so soft in her matching sweats and crew neck sweater that you had not noticed she was wearing earlier. Granted, you were busy freaking out about getting caught with the spider. You can see her eyes shining bright and lips form a line as if trying to hold back laughter. She looks so carefree in the moment and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone so ethereal as she crosses her arms covering the bottom of her gorgeous cascading hair that always tempts your fingers to touch.

I wonder if it’s as soft as it looks.

“What is?” Peter says breaking your reverie.

“What?” You turn to look at him.

“You said you wondered if it’s as soft as it looks.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Do you think we should go help Pietro? He looks like he’s struggling,” you change the subject.

“Yeah, it’s kind of painful to watch.”

You and Peter walk over to the twins. Wanda spots you two first and gives you both a friendly smile. Trying not to look silly standing there blushing, you clear your throat, “Having trouble there, McQueen?”

Pietro looks even more exasperated after your comment.

“Once again, Y/N. Your teasing is of no use if I do not know what you are talking about.”

You roll your eyes, “I swear, one of these days it will be my turn to pick a movie and rest assured, it will be Cars. Now what is wrong with the remote?”

“I press up and down but it is moving side to side on the screen. And then I press the off and on button but it does not do it on time. It is broken.”

Peter takes the remote from Pietro.

You hear a quiet giggle from Wanda. You look at her and can clearly see her holding in laughter. You throw her a confused look wondering what could be so funny to have her like this. She nods past your shoulder so you turn to look. In your line of vision, you see Bruce fiddling with a remote on a massage chair that looks out of control rocking Bruce forwards and back over and over. You turn slightly to see Peter on what you now understand is not the TV remote pressing the up and down buttons. It is single handedly, the funniest goddamn thing you’ve witnessed. How Wanda kept it together that long, you don’t know because you do not last a second when it all clicks in your head. What you do know is Wanda’s laughter is the loveliest sound you’ve ever heard. Forget your favorite song of the month. You could hear her laughter on repeat forever.

Everyone in the room turns to look at the two of you laughing. Finally, after calming yourself down and wiping the tears from under your eyes, you wordlessly take the control from Peter, walk on over to Bruce, trade remotes with him, walk back over to Peter, and give him the correct remote. Everyone laughs save Peter, Bruce, and Pietro who look embarrassed.

“For two of the smartest people I know, that was just absurd,” you tell Peter. “I mean I get Pietro, but you Parker. Shame.”

“Hey! I understood that one,” Pietro replies.

Wanda just giggles beside you and you don’t know if it’s simply because of the whole control fiasco or because of her laughter that you feel so light inside. So light and happy in fact that for the first time since you met her, you look at her and you give her an honest to god genuine smile first. It is not an awkward smile you returned but one you gave her first without feeling shy or embarrassed. This time Wanda is giving you what you think looks like a shy smile though you know that could just well be wishful thinking. It is a smile nevertheless and it makes you feel like you are flying. You actually have to look down to make sure your feet are on the ground. You only look back up when you hear her voice again.

“I’m going to get some drinks. Y/N, come with me?” She nods her head toward the kitchen.

Quick, what do I say. “Of course, I’ll come with you anywhere.” NO! Absolutely not. That sounds dirty.Yes, I’ll follow you anywhere. Nope. That one sounds creepy. Oh, god. Now she’s looking at me weird. Oh my god, please don’t be reading my mind right now.

“No, you are very much saying everything aloud right now,” you hear Pietro say. You see color rise to Wanda’s cheeks. You turn to Pietro and Peter and if anything goes by Peter’s shocked face, you very much did say everything out loud. Pietro’s face is so damn smug as he passes by you and whispers, “I personally think ‘I’ll follow you anywhere’ sounds romantic.”

Peter follows closely behind Pietro and just gives you a shrug that says “what am I supposed to do?” when you give a desperate look that screams “HELP ME”. You close your eyes as you turn back around to Wanda.

“Can we just pretend I said ‘yeah, sure’ and nothing I actually said?”

You hear her say, “If that is what you want, okay. Now let’s go. I don’t think they will wait for us to start the movie.”

You finally open your eyes when you feel Wanda tug on your arm. She doesn’t let go until you make it to the fridge and when she does you feel warm where she touched you. You really need to get it together. She opens the fridge and takes out several sodas. As she hands you a few to carry, your fingers brush and though the cans are cold, you know they are not the reason goosebumps suddenly appear along your arm. You clear your throat and take a quick step back. Maybe a little too quick as you bump into the counter.

“Are you alright?” Wanda asks.

Embarrassed you answer, “Yep, totally cool.” Totally not thinking about how badly I’d like to hold your hand or anything. Nope. Totally cool. “Awesome. Excited really to um watch the movie.”

She looks up at you with rosy cheeks and a confused look. You can’t blame her. You don’t even know where you are going with this.

You feign hearing something from where everyone else is.

“I actually think I hear the movie playing. We should um go. We don’t want to miss the-the start and everyone is probably thirsty,” you stutter walking backwards back to the TV viewing area.

You turn around and shake your head at yourself. You can hear Wanda’s footsteps following not too far behind. You both begin handing out sodas to everyone who decided to watch the movie. You stand off to the side with the soda you were left with looking for where to sit. Bruce was still sitting in the massage chair that is now working in the way he likes. Nat, Bucky, Steve, and Clint sit on the longer couch. Pietro lies on his side on the floor right in front of the TV. Lastly, on the smaller couch sits Peter and now Wanda. Seems like you will be taking the floor as well.

You decide you’ll sit by Pietro. Better this way than sitting by his sister who is looking at you so intensely as if studying you or trying to figure what you are thinking without actually reading your thoughts. You know she wouldn’t do that if she could help it. She respects everyone enough to not invade their minds. Little does she know she invades yours everyday in the least expected way.

Just as you are about to sit, Peter calls your name, “Oh, Y/N, here you can have my seat.”

Fucking well-mannered asshole, you think to yourself. But then you are not so sure you kept that in your head after you hear Pietro chuckle.

You walk on over to the small couch as Peter crouches to the floor. You’ve been trying to avoid Wanda’s gaze but the closer you get the harder it is. You finally look at her and her gorgeous eyes that always make your head spin. You’re rather dizzy by the time you make it to the couch.

No, but like actually dizzy this time. Maybe you are coming down with something. That would actually be a godsend at a time like this. You don’t think you can last a whole movie sitting so close to Wanda.

You actually do feel a bit better sitting down. She gives you a small smile which you awkwardly return. Great. Back to awkward you. You stare down to the unopened soda can in her hand - orange soda. You know she isn’t going to drink that. Fortunately for her, you hold her preferred drink - Dr. Pepper.

“Here. Trade you,” you offer your drink to her.

“Oh!” She looks surprised, but pleasantly surprised you’d say based on the smile on her face when she sees the drink you are offering. “Are you sure?”

“Very,” you say. “I like orange better.” Lie.

“Thanks,” she takes the drink from your hand and gives you hers. “You know, this is actually my favorite.”

I know.

“Well then good thing I sat here as it worked out for the both of us,” you respond, your nerves settling down somewhat letting your body relax on the couch.

Of course that doesn’t last long when she also leans back comfortably looking you dead in the eye as she says, “Yeah, lucky me.”

You swear you feel your heart skip a beat, possibly a whole 16 bars worth. Then you think your heart stops beating all together when she leans her side into yours. You are pretty certain the couch is spacious enough to have no touching happening. You are in no shape to say anything though as you are basically trying to catch your breath while the movie plays. When you finally do breathe in deep, you suddenly wish you hadn’t. All you can smell is her shampoo.

How can anyone smell so good? It should be illegal. What is it, strawberry? Smells a little like flowers too.

“Good nose,” Wanda whispers, leaning more so into your space giving you a mini heart attack. “It’s strawberry shampoo and the lotion is rose scented. I can show you later if you want? Here, smell it.”

Wanda practically shoves her wrist under your nose. You are trying to remember the words to “Hail Mary” because this just might be the moment you die. You hesitantly sniff her wrist and though you wish you could stay there until all the oxygen in your body is replaced by that scent you quickly pull away.

“Yep, roses.”

You turn to give her a quick smile and shit she’s close. Any closer and you’d be bumping noses. You linger there for what feels like forever but you know it’s more around 5 seconds, 4 seconds longer than you would have ever allowed yourself before. Your throat goes dry.

“Sorry,” you whisper quickly as you turn your head to the TV to try to distract yourself. You pop open your soda and nearly chug it down all the way. Wanda is quiet beside you seemingly invested in the movie as she takes sips of her soda but you know she is not following along because every other minute you see her glance your way from your peripheral vision.

You feel her pull away from you and get off the couch, and you almost sigh in relief until you see her come back with a blanket. You finish off your soda and leave the can on the floor as she sits back down. You try to ignore her but she calls your attention by waving a side of the blanket in front of you asking if you want some. You shake your head no and Wanda pouts. Like she actually pouts and she waves the blanket again looking at you expectantly.

God, you’re too cute. Like I could ever say no to that face.

You nod giving your thanks as she throws the blankets over you as well.

“Good to know,” she says. As you’re about to ask what is good to know, she leans fully into your side, loops her arm around yours, and lays her head on your shoulder turning her attention back to the movie without a word. She either doesn’t realize or she doesn’t care that her actions have broken you. You are stiff as a board but you quickly will yourself to relax. You reason if this is the only chance you get to be with her like this, you may as well enjoy it.

As the movie goes on, you feel more relaxed than you ever felt. You don’t know if it is the warmth of the blanket or of having Wanda pressed so close, but you feel sluggish, almost tired-like but you know you’re not ready to sleep yet. It is almost like your brain is taking a little longer to catch up to what is happening.

When Wanda’s thumb is rubbing your hand, you sigh.

This feels nice. I always wondered what holding your hand would feel like. Now that I know, I don’t ever want to let go. You think or you think you think.

When she squeezes your hand, you’re not so sure you kept that in your head but this time you don’t really care because she sinks further into you. You don’t even know when she decided to hold your hand, but you are not complaining about it.

A few scenes go by, but not without your commentary. Usually your commentary gets a chuckle here and there or is ignored but these comments you make are not so forgettable. Not when you say things like

“You should try giving Nat a dollhouse, Banner” to Bruce making him blush and everyone stare at you incredulously and some laugh

and

“If your laugh was my ringtone, I would have so many missed calls because I’d want to hear it all the way through” to Wanda when she laughs at your previous comment. This has her blushing now. You hadn’t realized you said that until her cheeks turned pink and Peter whipped his head around to look at you with wide eyes. You ignore him and continue not really knowing where this is coming from. “You’re cute when you blush.”

Everyone is looking at you both now. She ducks her head and if she wasn’t blushing before, she is flushing now with all the attention. The movie is long forgotten. You pull her head to hide into your neck as you chuckle, “Hey, there’s no need to be embarrassed. If anything, Captain USA over there should be embarrassed telling everyone his head injury was from a mission.”

Steve’s eyes widen but so do Pietro’s for a different reason as he rushes over to you.

“Tell me everything,” he says like a child on christmas.

“Alright, alright. I hurt myself in training, okay?” Steve interrupts.

“Well, that’s not that interesting,” Pietro huffs.

“He threw his shield and it ricocheted,” you stage whisper.

Pietro’s eyes shine with glee. Everyone turns to look at Steve to see if there is any truth to the story and his face gives him away. Everyone bursts out laughing and you feel Wanda laughing as well in your arms.

“How did you even know that?” Peter asks.

“Tinman has cameras everywhere. I bet he has it recorded somewhere.”

“Man, I have to see it!” Peter exclaims and has most people agree.

“Okay, I promise it’s not that funny, guys,” Steve tries to calm everyone down.

“No, if you want funny, you should watch Guns and Arrows duet. What was it “Love is an Open Door?” you reply directing everyone’s gaze to Nat and Clint. Even Wanda pulls from you to look at them.

“You showed her the video?” Natasha glares at Clint.

“No, it’s on the internet for anyone to watch as they please. Clint makes a great Anna by the way.”

“This is the greatest day of my life,” Pietro says as he pulls out his phone searching for the video. “I don’t know what put you in this mood, but thank you.”

“I’ve got a lot more too,” you say as you get up from the couch, legs feeling a little wobbly, “but that will have to wait til I get back. I drank the soda too fast trying to calm my nerves from sitting so close to your sister.”

“Why would you be nervous? It’s just Wanda,” Pietro says.

You gape at him in disbelief as if he had just insulted you and he might as well have. It is as if everything else just disappears.

“ ‘Just’ Wanda?! You say that like she isn’t the coolest person in the world! Which makes you cool by default because you’re her twin, so you should be thanking her.”

You try to lean in closer to him as if to tell him a secret but your body is more swaying off balance than anything, “Don’t tell anyone but I get nervous around pretty girls. So of course I would be nervous around your sister. Also, don’t tell Peter cause he thinks he’s better than me at talking to girls and I refuse to admit he’s right.”

Pietro is wearing a shit eating grin as you move back. You don’t see everyone’s matching shocked faces as you turn. You turn too quickly and due to your weird state of being you fall face first into Peter. Luckily he catches you with ease.

“That was a close one,” you giggle. “Thanks, Spider Boy.”

“Y/N, are you feeling okay?” Peter asks. Everyone rushes over to you both.

“I’m great,” you respond as helps you up. “Is the room spinning or is it just me?”

“You should sit down, Y/N,” Wanda looks at you with worry.

You frown, “Hey, what’s wrong? Did Pietro eat your sandwich again? It’s okay. I can make you another one righ-”

“PARKER! L/N!”

Everyone’s heads turn to the voice coming from the elevator that could only be Tony’s.

“Do you think he knows about the spider?” you whisper to Peter as your vision goes blurry.

“How could you let the spider out! Do you even have a clue what it does?” Tony’s silhouette makes his way to you.

“So maybe it did bite you,” Peter looks at you guilty and picks you up as your knees give out again.

“Fucking RoboSpider,” is the last thing you say before everything goes dark.

***

When you finally come to, you are in your room in your pyjamas with a pounding headache. You slowly sit up on your bed. Your body is aching as well. Hearing your movement, Peter springs up from where he was sitting against the wall.

He approaches you slowly and hands you a glass of water, “Hey, how are you feeling.”

“Like a damn Stark tech spider bit me after I told my friend not to mess with it,” you manage to glare at Peter after

“Sorry. Are you mad?”

“Unless I got some cool spider powers out of it. Let’s see.”

You touch several objects around you exaggerating your actions so he clearly sees nothing is sticking to you.

“Nope, guess that answers that.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let it out. That’s my fault and I totally take the blame. I told Mr. Stark that too,” he says as he sits by your side.

You accept his apology. You sit there with him in silence for a few minutes letting everything that happened settle in your mind.

“Oh, god. Everyone is probably mad at me. Why couldn’t I stop talking?” You take a pillow and scream into it.

“It was the spider. Apparently instead of venom it has a sort of truth serum-like substance that works I guess but it works I guess more like alcohol,” Peter explains.

“Remind me to never get drunk around any of you.”

Peter laughs and takes the pillow from you.

“If it’s any consolation, no one is mad at you. They, um, saw the video of you freaking out with the spider and say it’s even now.”

“Nooo,” you whine and Peter just chuckles beside you. His laughter dies down and he looks at you for a moment like something is pressing on his mind.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something else?” you start to panic. “Oh, my god, did I pee my pants?! I remember having to go to the restroom but I don’t remember going. Is that why I’m in my pjs? Did everyone see? Did Wanda see? I’m never coming out of this room.”

“Breathe, Y/N, breathe!” Peter places his hands on your shoulders and breathes with you.

“I was going to say that Wanda is waiting outside to talk to you.”

Your eyes widen, “Somehow that’s worse! How do I begin to apologize? I embarrassed her the most out of everybody.”

“Just talk to her. I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think,” he says getting up.

“Peter, don’t leave me yet. Peter!” you whisper yell as he makes his way to the door.

“You’ll be fine. We both know I’m better at talking to girls than you but I still have full confidence,” he replies cheekily as he exits leaving the door open.

“Asshole!” You call after him but to your misfortune Wanda walks in at the same time.

“Well that’s different. Usually I get a flustered greeting from you,” she says amusedly.

“S-sorry. That was for Peter. Not you. Never you. Unless, you like asshole -er being called asshole, but you probably don’t so… Hi, Wanda. What can I do for you?”

“There it is,” Wanda chuckles. You blush in return. She glances at the spot next to you where Peter had been sitting. “May I?”

“Yes,” you squeak. You clear your throat trying to sound less nervous. “Of course.”

You take a deep breath as she sits down closer than Peter had, your shoulders touching. You look at the door while she looks at you. You try to calculate how fast you would have to move to run out the door before she can close it with her powers. You know that even if you had Pietro’s speed, you still could not run fast enough to escape this conversation. It’s been a long time coming. It was time to own up and accept the feelings you tried to ignore. You would not run away this time. You will not deny what you’ve made blatantly obvious to everyone. You are in love with Wanda Maximoff.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Wanda asks.

“As if you don’t know. You’re the telepath here,” you turn your face to hers.

“You know I won’t do it on purpose. I’ll only hear thoughts that-”

“Are loud,” you finish for her. “I know. I also know my mind is practically screaming my thoughts at you.”

“I’d rather hear them come from your mouth,” she replies quietly.

“Before I go and ruin everything-”

“You won’t,” Wanda interjects and moves to hold your hand.

“Before I go and ruin everything,” you begin again, “I want to apologize if I embarrassed you yesterday or made you uncomfortable in any way. That being said, I cannot apologize for what I said because I meant every word and I refuse to take them back even if it makes us being around each other awkward or difficult. I just want to be honest.”

You squeeze her hand and take a deep breath. You look right into her eyes, your heart beating fast. You’re scared but also excited to finally say the words.

“I love you.”

The words are said with such confidence, you’re shocked. Maybe, you’re more shocked they didn’t come from you. It takes a moment for you to shake from your stupor.

“I-I was going to say that.”

“You were taking too long,” she says as she leans in and kisses you. It takes you two seconds to get your act together and kiss her back. You close your eyes and your heart slows to its regular beating as a calm washes over you. All worries of unrequited feelings forgotten. There are no nerves to interrupt your actions. No doubts hold you back from kissing her harder as she moves to sit on your lap without breaking your kiss. When the need to breathe can’t be ignored, you pull back feeling light headed.

She smiles at you and she is the most beautiful thing you have ever come across with her chest heaving, lips bruised, and strands of her hair falling in front of her face. You look at her adoringly as you push her hair back to see her whole face.

“I love you,” you finally say.

“Wasn’t too hard, was it?” she laughs.

You roll your eyes and you kiss her this time.

***

“So, how’d it go?” Peter asks a few hours later.

“Her hair is as soft as it looks.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #my first attempt at writing #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #peter parker

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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I was watching this video w Megan Rapinoe & Sue Bird (tumblr won’t let me link but it’s from 2 days ago on GQ- they ask each other questions but it’s like quiz style?) and didn’t know if you would want to do something similar for coops? Some of the stuff they said/how they acted reminded me of coops’ dynamic

Anon, this video was the perfect way to spend an evening. Both these women are my role models and they’re unbelievably cute together--go check out the video here if you have the chance! Their dynamic is a lot like how I imagine Coops, too! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Hey, Lions, we’re back!” Sirius waved at the camera and tapped a short stack on notecards on his thighs. “I’m Captain Sirius Black of the Gryffindor Lions and I’m here with my fiancé, Remus Lupin, to do another couple game.”

“The response to our last few interviews was incredible and we had a great time,” Remus continued. “Miss Marlene McKinnon was kind enough to drag us back in here to answer even more questions!”

“Do you want to go first?”

“Sure.” Remus cleared his throat and pulled the first card. “What are my parents’ first names?”

“Hope and Lyall.”

“Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. What’s my hidden talent?”

“You can sing.”

“Does that count? I feel like most people know that now.”

“Hmm.” Sirius thought for a moment, drumming his fingers on his knees. “You can cook really well.”

“Thank you, baby. What’s my favorite accessory?”

Sirius brightened. “Your watch!”

“Yes!” Remus held it up to the camera—it was simple and elegant, with a leather band and a small face. He wore it with the clock against the inside of his wrist, just above his pulse point. “What is my dream travel destination or vacation?”

“Oh, that’s tough.” Sirius bit his lip in thought. “Seattle? Paris?”

“I do want to go to Seattle, but I’ve always wanted to go to Montreal,” Remus said. “You’ve seen my hometown, but I’ve never been to yours.”

Sirius frowned. “Really?”

“Really. What am I most afraid of?”

“I think…I think you’re most afraid of not being useful,” Sirius said after a moment. “For six years, your job was all about helping people, and it’s not now.”

Remus raised his eyebrows at the camera. “I was going to say the dentist’s office. Goddamn.”

“Sorry,” Sirius laughed. “Yeah, you don’t like medical facilities.”

“I mean, you weren’t wrong about the useful thing,” Remus said. “You still get a point for that. What’s my favorite music, song, or artist to listen to before a game?”

“You don’t have one.”

“That was quick. Half a bonus point for speed. When was our first date and what did we do?”

“Our first official date was just after All-Stars and we went to Sid’s, but we had been together for about three months at that point and just hung out at each other’s houses.”

Remus grinned. “Do you remember what day it was?”

“January 28th.” Sirius gave him a look. “I know for a fact you don’t know what day it was.”

“January 28th.”

“You only know that because I just said it!” Sirius smacked him playfully with his cards. “Next question.”

“What’s my favorite movie and TV show?”

“Jurassic Park and Avatar: The Last Airbender.”

He whistled the first part of the theme song as Sirius did the hand motions. “What’s my shoe size?”

“Oh, god,” Sirius muttered, staring down at the floor. “Eleven? Eleven and a half? You have smaller feet than I do, but not by much.”

“I’m a size ten.”

“Are you really?”

Remus pulled one sneaker off and handed it to him with a laugh. “Check for yourself. Oh, I’d love to know the answer to this one. How do you know when I’m mad at you?”

Sirius tossed his shoe back with a snort. “You make faces.”

Remus seemed surprised. “Do I?”

“Yeah. You’ve got a very expressive face and the second you’re pissed, it’s written all over it. It’s like—” Sirius pursed his lips and scrunched his nose slightly. “I can’t really do it, but anytime I see that I’m like, ‘oh, shit, what did I do?’ Also, you stop calling me baby.”

“That’s what I was going to say. What’s my favorite city to play in?”

“Not Florida.”

“Not fucking Florida,” Remus agreed with a grin.

“Gryffindor for sure.”

“Where was I born?” He gave Sirius a teasing look. “Do you know this time, or should I get my mom on the line?”

Sirius stuck his tongue out. “Madison, Wisconsin.”

Remus glanced at the camera. “We got asked this question in an interview a few months ago and he had to call my mom afterward because he forgot.”

“She made fun of me the whole time,” Sirius pouted.

“What is my favorite food? Oh, you’ll get this one for sure.” Sirius hesitated and Remus’ eyes widened. “Really?”

“I’m a little torn. It’s either my grilled cheese or your dad’s turkey-cranberry thing. Actually, I don’t think you know what your favorite food is.”

Remus nodded slowly. “That’s a really good point. My first thought was grilled cheese, but my dad makes the best postgame sandwiches. I’ll give you that. What’s my favorite hobby?”

“Reading.”

“What did I want to be when I was a kid?”

“A librarian, until you started playing hockey.”

Remus leaned over and high-fived him. “You’re on a roll, baby. What was my jersey number in college?”

“Number six.”

“The transition was so fucking easy,” Remus laughed. “Coach literally came up to me a month before practices started and went ‘hey, what was your old number?’ and I told him, and he looked down at his clipboard and went, ‘cool.’. I got my jersey two weeks later.”

“Is this your last question?”

“It is, indeed. What’s my full birth name?”

“Remus Jehosephat Lupin.”

“That is incorrect.”

“Close enough. It’s Remus John Lupin, which I find endlessly funny.”

“Why is it funny?” Marlene asked off-screen. Remus hid his face behind his notecards as Sirius laughed.

“Because it’s such a basic middle name! I love Hope and Lyall with my entire heart and they’re wonderful people, but they named their sons Remus and Julian and then I think they got stuck. Like, you’ve got these two very uncommon first names and they sort of went ‘fuck it. John and Michael. We’re done.’ It’s just so funny.”

“Whereas your parents went the extra mile and gave you and Reg goddamn supervillain names,” Remus snorted. “The drama of it all, my god.”

“Alright, alright, my turn.” Sirius leaned his elbows on his knees. “What is my favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“How do I like my coffee?”

Remus hissed between his teeth. “Ah, shit, you always make the coffee. With a lot of sugar, right? It’s black with sugar?”

“It can’t be black if it has sugar in it,” Sirius laughed. “But yes, I do put sugar in my coffee. What are three things I never leave the house without?”

“Keys, wallet, phone.”

“My favorite TV show?”

“Why are you going through these so fast? Uh, Avatar.”

“Did I ever have a job that wasn’t playing hockey?”

“Nope.” Remus frowned. “Were you allowed to get a job as a kid?”

“I was not. What’s my favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Cookies and cream.”

Sirius made a buzzer noise. “Incorrect.”

“Is it chocolate?”

“Yep. You get half a point for that. What’s the first meal I ever cooked for you?”

Remus gave him a look. “You don’t remember what you cooked for me, do you?”

“Refresh my memory?”

“No way!” He punched him lightly on the arm. “I’m not falling for my own tricks. Next question.”

“It’s kind of a repeat from earlier. How do you know when I’m mad at you?”

Remus fiddled with the edges of his cards. “You act all weird and Captain-y, and then you get quiet. Just cranky vibes all around.”

“Cranky vibes,” Sirius laughed. “Good to know. What are my favorite movie-watching snacks?”

“Popcorn and…Sweet Tarts?”

“Yes!” Sirius gave him a high-five. “Do you know what I like on my popcorn?”

“Butter and enough salt to kill a Victorian child.”

“Bonus point! What is—oh, shit!” He nearly fumbled the cards onto the floor. “What is my favorite movie of all time?”

“Indiana Jones.”

“Which one?”

“The one with Marian, because she reminds you of me.” Remus looked over at the camera. “I really don’t like snakes.”

“What is the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning?”

“Oh, I think this requires a demonstration. C’mere.”

“Does it really?” Sirius sighed as he laid down next to him.

“For sure.” Remus cuddled into his side and laid his head on his shoulder. “Alright, the key to a true Sirius Black wake-up is getting all four limbs wrapped around the other person like you’re trying to suffocate them with affection.”

“Okay—”

“And then,” Remus continued with a grin. “I go, ‘honey, wake up’—”

“You absolutely do not.”

“In my head, that’s what I say. It’s very sweet. To answer the question, the first thing Sirius does is this.” He buried his face in Sirius’ chest and groaned loudly, then dissolved into snickering as Sirius’ chest began to shake with suppressed laughter. “Stop it, you’re ruining the demonstration!”

“You forgot the part where I have to peel you off me with pliers and grease,” Sirius teased as they stood up, dusting themselves off. The camera crew applauded and they both bowed. “Alright, where were we? What am I most scared of?”

“Losing your friends and family,” Remus said. “Also, spiders and most bugs.”

“You forgot one.”

“Which one? The dish soap bubbles?”

“Losing you.”

A vibrant blush tinted Remus’ cheeks and ears, and he floundered for words. “Oh.”

“You still get the points, though,” Sirius said mildly. “What city do I like playing in the most?”

Remus paused for a moment longer, then shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Uh, Gryffindor. You like the crowd.”

“I do.” Sirius smiled at the camera. “To all the fans out there: you are incredible and there is nothing like skating out with everybody roaring so loud the windows shake. Who is my biggest hockey influence?”

“Now, or when you were younger?”

“Now.”

“It’s Dumo, right?”

Sirius nodded. “On and off the ice. What’s my proudest career moment?”

“Hmm, I wonder,” Remus said sarcastically. “Could it possibly be winning the Stanley Cup?”

“Just maybe,” Sirius laughed. “What’s my most famous celly, and which one’s my favorite?”

Remus grinned. “Lightning McQueen.”

“I hate it when you call it that.” Despite his words, Sirius was smiling. “It’s supposed to be cool!”

“Can you elaborate?” Marlene asked.

“I mean, most people who have seen him play know what I’m talking about,” Remus said, gesturing to the camera. “But Sirius’ famous celly is a double fist pump, and I call it the Lightning McQueen because it’s like ka-chow! It’s also his favorite one, though he dances when we’re skating alone or with a couple of the guys.”

“Shhh, they aren’t supposed to know that!” Sirius covered Remus’ mouth with his notecard. “This is the very last one. What is my biggest pet peeve?”

“When I leave my socks laying around the house.”

“Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner! That drives me fucking bonkers. Marley, who won?”

“It wasn’t a competition,” she said off-screen. “Just a Q & A.”

“Who got the most right?” Remus asked.

“You two are hopeless,” she muttered. There were a few beats of silence. “Remus won, with sixteen and a half out of seventeen. Sirius, you had fifteen and a half.”

“No.” Sirius groaned and dropped his head into his hands as Remus whooped.

“Hell yes!”

“My bonus points let you win.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this.”

Remus faced the camera with a victorious smile. “Thanks for joining us to witness my landslide victory—”

“It was one point.”

“And make sure to like and subscribe for more Lion Pride content! See you around, Lions.” They both mock-saluted, and the video ended.

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gojology · 3 years

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Jealousy. (Extra)

You can find Jealousy here: Part One Part Two Part Three 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | sorry for the inactivity, i’ve been taking a break. regardless, i’m super happy because i finished most of my hw! someone wanted an extra of my fic Jealousy, so that’s what im doing. you may have noticed this isn’t very good, but i haven’t written in a while so bear with me :( 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Teen! Gojo Satoru x Gender Neutral Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 1167 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | I didn’t exactly proof read this, and it’s rushed, so expect a lot of reusing of words and just overall not amazing writing. Cursing, ALL CHARACTERS HERE ARE AGED DOWN FROM PRESENT ANIME/MANGA INTO WHEN THEY WERE TEENAGERS. 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | After confessing with Gojo Satoru himself, you and him walk on the path that would lead you back to Shoko and Geto, you two take your sweet time though, savoring the sweet, new love.

Everything in your body was finally settling in. Your frazzled nerves had just begun to go away. You’re walking back to the picnic, fingers intertwined with Gojo’s. Your pounding heart had subdued. Yet, you still felt fuzzy and warm, you had pinched yourself repeatedly to make sure it wasn’t a dream earlier. The air smelled like fresh dew on grass, the scent of flowers weakly wafted in the air as well, you were drinking in the beautiful weather, enjoying the calm, quiet between the two of you. Normally, every confession of love followed suit with cheers of joy, or perhaps a kiss, but strangely, a quiet walk through the park was something you didn’t mind. Turning your attention towards Gojo, there was a slight curve to his lips. He didn’t smile like that often, it was either a full blown toothy grin, or nothing at all. Wind ruffling his hair, taking longer and longer strides that you couldn’t quite catch up with. “Hey Daddy Long Legs, I’m not 6′3 you know.” you say, sarcasm and a hint of annoyance relevant in your tone. “Oops. Sorry.” he looked down at you, stopping in his tracks. “What? Satoru, we don’t have all the time in the world, come on, Shoko and Geto are probably waiting for us.” ‘Why’s that matter?” crouching down so he could stare at you eye-to-eye, well, more like eye-to-glasses, you hadn’t seen his eyes too often. But when you did they were a brilliant shade of blue, flecks of different variants of the color sprinkled carelessly around, they were breathtaking. You hoped to see them more, why wouldn’t he show you them? After all, he was your... Boyfriend. The term felt so weird to say, but so good. “Didn’t we just start dating?” he said, cocking his head to the side, his eyebrows knitted together. Snapping out of your daze, you study your shoes. “Well- Yes... But, that’s not the point.” your eyes flickered to the field of flowers dancing in the breeze. “Honey, that’s entirely the point. We just got together and you’re gonna care about Shoko and Geto? You’re too considerate~” he cooed, pinching and pulling at your cheeks. “...Is it okay if I call you honey..? Or uh, you know, pet names in general.” he added, you swear you can sense a quivering in his voice, some doubtfulness. Biting your lip, you turn your full attention towards him, flower field be damned, you were dating the guy now, it was okay to be confident. “...I actually prefer it.” It took a moment to register in his probably small brain, but when it did, he beamed at you, giving a full blown smile. “So I can call you Honey? Sugar? Cuddle Bug? Snuggle Wuffle? Snufflekins? Well I kind of already knew you were gonna say yes, by the way.” he cleared his throat, “because, I’m the strongest of all time, and I can also read minds, I swear.” You giggle, not even realizing you were smiling at him as well, his face lit up. “Satoru, It’s okay, just admit you were scared I was gonna say no.” He straightened himself, finally standing up. He put his hand at the back of his neck, still looking down at you. “I wasn’t sweets, I knew you were gonna say yes, but uh, you know consent and stuff...” trailing off, he kicked at a pebble. “I don’t think you need consent to call your significant other cute pet names, well, most of the time.” stifling a laugh, you turn to face to the very start of the pathway you and Gojo were walking on. “Pretty, isn’t it?” he breathed. “Pretty place for a pretty person. I’m happy you told me here. Otherwise, It’d probably be when you’re fighting a curse and on the verge of death.” “Satoru!-” Did this guy have no shame? “What? I woulda saved you regardless, sweetheart. How am I gonna date someone that’s dead?” he chuckled, ruffling your hair. “That’s insensitive!” you snorted, focusing your attention towards the growingly dark sky. “It’s growing really dark, Satoru. We should head back soon.” you thought aloud, once again weaving your fingers into his hand. “I didn’t even realize. Spending time with you makes everything fly by.” he flirted, lifting your limp hand up and kissing your skin. You weren’t quite ready for another kiss in a span of 30 minutes. Struggling to come up with something cheeky, you gape at him, opening and closing your mouth. “My significant other’s a fish now? Aw whatever, you’re still cute. Want more kissies, darling?” He doesn’t give you time to respond, instead diving face first into yours, lips interlocking. Soft, chaste kisses, there’s nothing sexual about it strangely, yet every each one still carried intimacy and love. You melt into his touch, sinking deeper and deeper into his embrace, your knees were just about to give out. Exhaling sharply out of your nose, you could feel the cool air fanning onto your face, your skin was growing hot and sticky. Just as you were about to try to take it a step further, he steps out of the kiss, panting heavily, drooling like an idiot. Your brain isn’t quite working yet, and you peer at him, dumbfounded by the events that had occurred. The still atmosphere was penetrated by the two of you panting, breathing in deeply. Your heart beating furiously, did that really just happen? Did Gojo Fucking Satoru just kiss you? “Woah there.” panting, he crouches, looking up at you and catching his breath. “Didn’t know you were that straightforward, not now, not now baby. Didn’t you say we needed to go back to Geto and Shoko anyways?” Trying not to whine, you clear your throat. “Oh yeah, I forgot about them.” “Glad to know I have that effect on you.” “Satoru!- God why did I ever have a crush on you?” slightly annoyed by his remark, you scoff. “Because I’m handsome and strong and super cool.” You couldn’t quite deny those claims, but your mouth was zipped shut. “That’s what I thought.” grinning at you, yet you can only faintly make out his facial features. “Fuck, Gojo, or uh... Baby, we gotta go! What if Shoko or Geto think we’re kidnapped or something?” Hands once again clasping with his unoccupied one, you sprinted, dragging him along the beaten trail. “Fuck Shoko and Geto! They know I’ll protect the both of us, nothing scares me sweetheart! Let’s watch the stars together, (Y/N)!” he hollered back at you, taking longer and longer strides to catch up to you. “Oh FUCK no baby, you are NOT beating me.” giggling, you let go of his hand, you found yourself 100 times lighter. Now sprinting at the speed of light, or at least the fastest you could run, at the entrance of the pathway. Estimating that it would take around 3 minutes of full sprinting to get to the area. “Last one there is a rotten egg! And you don’t get any of the remaining snacks!” you screamed back at him, but he wasn’t there. Looking forward, you realize Gojo is now ahead of you by a landslide. Yelling unintelligibly about the tasty remaining snacks in the basket. Atleast, that’s what you assume he’s yelling about, but you were sure he would save some for you. Today, was a good day.

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goldenwaves · 3 years

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Once they had reached the roof, Willem had taken out his phone, mumbled something about the poster they had seen earlier, and started to play some music. The break provided Judah a moment to process this blurry, confusing night.

“What do you want?”

It was loud, the music, the hum of the city, and the wind, chilling every part of him except for his back, where Willem was pressed against him. Maybe it was that he hadn’t had a real conversation with anyone in weeks, or it was that somehow being around Willem made him stop thinking, either way, Judah felt desperate to not fuck this up.

Tonight was different; different from the self-imposed routine of the last few months. A pathetic rotation of sleep and school, with anxiety and self loathing filling in the gaps between the two. Days, weeks, months, spent holed up in the meager apartment on 2nd St, listening to his roommates lives play out on the other side of his door. Lives that Judah never dared to enter.

“What do you want?”

The question had been ringing in his ears all night. He knew his answer hadn’t been convincing, even if it was true. He wanted to shut off his brain. He wanted to scream. He wanted to be angry and burn his remaining bridges. He wanted to say sorry. He wanted to never feel this way ever again. None of these things were an answer, or something he could even explain, not without fucking this up.

They had barely said more than a sentence to each other for almost an hour now, just words and gestures. “Here?” At the bodega, where they had purchased a now finished bottle of cheap wine. “Let’s see.” Willem had said, pointing at the stairwell behind the tiny Vietnamese restaurant in the Bowery. “Cool” He said as they made it onto the roof, the blaring sensations of the city making up for the stiffness between them. Judah had always been fond of silences. He felt if you could be quiet with someone, it meant you understood each other. He didn’t understand Willem.

A constant one-sided conversation with a sullen, depressive couldn’t have made for an interesting night, he thought, yet Willem had stayed. When he yelled at Judah on the street he had asked why Judah was still here, Judah had thought the same thing. Why are you bothering with me? Why are you trying? He could have ignored him at the subway station, left it at a brief moment of recognition, where your brain lights up at the flash of familiarity, a face, a shape, a sound, before moving on to the distractions of the unknown. Judah had already accepted that outcome, written off the last time they met as another bout of loneliness. He had decided that night in September was an outlier, desperation meeting a pretty face, one who looked at him nicely, and smiled when he spoke. Even that night hadn’t been anything interesting. They had barely made it more than a few minutes of kissing before Judah’s whole body had seized up in panic.

“Wait.” He said.

Willem took a step back, understanding his need for space.

“I don’t think I want to do this.” He said, suddenly tired and regretting starting this in the first place.

“Okay.” Willem said, nonchalant and unsurprised. “Do you want me to leave?”

It was 3 am, Judah told him to stay, and the rest was surreal dreams and awkward mornings. There was no indication that night was anything more than that failure, which left Judah relieved, he tried to allow himself one night of uncomplicated anxieties. But this, this, was not uncomplicated. Willem had said so much tonight, about his job, his family, but nothing about why Judah in particular.

He had considered the reasons, Willem had said he had asked about him, maybe it was curiosity, but Judah wasn’t very interesting. He remembered a conversation he once had with Kieren. It was a deliriously hot day in May, and he had been stopped on the street several times, for directions, to be bugged, to be catcalled. He explained that he didn’t understand why this kept happening, in fact he had been trying to not take up anyone’s attention.

“I think it’s because of that.” Kieren said, with a disinterested tone. “Like, if you’re looking, what is going to catch your eye, the dozens of other oblivious people, or the one person trying very hard not to be seen?”

He looked up from the dessert menu, catching Judah’s gaze with his usual sharp intensity. “Also, you’re just tall. Tiramisu?”

The music stopped.

#SO! a couple things:#one: i literally customized a phone on the ground to show it playing the origin of love but of course i couldn't fit it into a good shot #two: IVE RETCONNED some things! i just don't agree with the creative decisions i made last year anymore #i don't think it fits in with judah's character rn #ahh the woes of writing a constantly evolving story #this wont be a habit and i don't think i'll be changing things already established going forward #foregone conclusion #circle the drain #judah #willem #ts4 #ts4 story

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svnflowervol666 · 4 years

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Mother’s Day (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s Note: It’s Mother’s Day in the UK! Hope everyone is having a good one. I got a request about how Harry and bub would treat Y/N on their special day, so here it is! Hope you enjoy. Take care and TPWK.

She was dreaming so peacefully. Dreaming of the quaint hut in Tahiti that she’d spent two weeks in during her honeymoon. She could feel the hot, Polynesian sun beating down on her bare back and the cool, refreshing taste of the fresh fruit that was delivered to their suite each morning. Her head was fogged with only images of him. How they’d spent so much time wrapped up in one another during that time that they’d sometimes forget to leave the comfort of their pillowy, plush bed for anything besides another glass of wine or champagne.

She had never been happier during that time in her life. It was just her and her new husband exploring the island and nothing else mattered. There were no goodbyes that needed to be said before leaving for a lengthy tour, no business meetings that ate up hours and hours of their designated alone time, no distractions whatsoever besides how enticing each other’s bodies looked to one another.

Her mind took her to the waterfall that they’d discovered on accident. They had just been wandering around the tropical forest looking at the greenery when they’d stumbled upon the most ethereal cove they had ever seen. No time was wasted, they knew exactly what they needed to do. They stripped stark naked and dove right in, unafraid of whoever might stumble upon their pile of clothes and shoes and suspect them of doing something they shouldn’t. She swears she can feel the water lapping around her as she chased her newlywed husband towards the center of the waterfall. She can feel the way the heavy droplets of water pulsed around her arms as she tested its strength. She can feel the way the water poured down on her face as she–

Wait, no.

What she had thought was a tranquil memory of her honeymoon and the otherworldly waterfall she had swum in was not a dream but more so her two-year-old swatting at her forehead and chin with her tiny, pudgy hands. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by not one, but two identical pairs of emerald green ones.

“Happy Mother’s Day,” Harry sang as he realized she was coming to.

The toddler banged her hands against Y/N’s face in excitement of hearing her father’s voice, to which Y/N quickly grabbed her palms and held them away from her to keep from being smacked around by her child any longer.

“Thank you, lovie,” she mumbled back sleepily.

She quickly reached up and kissed the child that was sat up beside her and let her lips linger in the air just a bit longer so Harry could plant one on her as well before she fell back onto the feathery down of her pillow. Harry had perched himself up on his elbows as he laid on his stomach near Y/N’s chest. He watched as his girls snuggled tightly into each other, Y/N’s arm wrapping protectively around his little bub’s back and resting against her diaper-clad bum. They had really been pushing for potty-training as of late, but it always resulted in too many accidents that they weren’t always so quick to catch.

“Ye’ wanna give mummy her present?” Harry asked the curly-headed baby that was currently rubbing the pendent attached to Y/N’s chest between her chubby fingers.

“Mummy present!” she squealed, quickly jerking her head up from where it was resting in the crook of Y/N’s shoulder.

She hit Y/N’s nose on the way up, but Y/N was used to being borderline bullied by her growing child and chose not to make a scene about it. Harry handed their daughter the gift bag that had been resting on Harry’s nightstand, to which she teetered across the mattress to return back to her mother.

“Here go, mummy!”

Her ability to speak full sentences was far from perfect, but enough to make Harry and Y/N lose their minds at how cute it was each and every time she tried to talk like a grown-up.

“Aww, you got me a gift, bubby?” she asked, eyeing Harry as he smirked behind the toddler’s unkempt mess of hair.

“Well, let’s see it then.”

She removed the stuffing paper from the bag carefully, placing it off to her side so that the curious little girl sitting upright in her fuzzy footie pajamas wouldn’t create a mess later on. When she pulled each item out of the paper bag, she’d played up the dramatics, gasping loudly and acting overly-animated to make the toddler feel appreciated.

“Is this the same color as daddy’s?!” she exclaimed as she pulled out the slim tube of Gucci Beauty lipstick that she remembered telling Harry she wanted after seeing him in it on the cover of Beauty Papers, to which hers and Harry’s daughter blushed and nodded and took all of the credit for despite being a baby with no source of income or knowledge about the consumer market whatsoever.

There was the lipstick, the sweater she’d seen at the shops one day that she gawked at for a bit too long, the serum she’d run out of last week, a replica of the lilac-colored bathrobe of Harry’s that she always stole from him when he wasn’t using. Her gift bag was filled to the brim with tons of little things that were thoughtful and more than enough for Y/N. Harry knew that she’d insist it was too much and that they already were fortunate enough to have everything they’d ever want, but he didn’t want to be the asshole that didn’t get his wife anything for Mother’s Day.

“Thank you soooooo much, love bug,” she hugged her daughter tight after removing all of her gifts from the large bag that laid in her lap.

“Wha’ would ye’ like to do today, special girl?” Harry asked his wife that was sitting upright in bed surrounded by all of her presents.

“Today’s all about you, so you’re the boss!”

“Mummy boss!” cheered the toddler, clapping her hands in excitement.

“Actually, mummy’s always the boss,” Y/N corrected her husband with a narrowing of her eyes, “But I don’t mind what we do as long as I get to spend it with you two.”

Harry smiled and rolled his eyes before patting his daughter’s rounded belly gently as she toyed with the price tag of the sweater he’d gotten Y/N.

“Figured ye’ would say that. Which is why I, your incredibly thoughtful and tentative husband, came up with an entire itinerary for today. First, we have breakfast. The meal consists of your choice. Then, the park up north with all of the flowers and pop up shops. Then, we have lunch at that place we went to for Mother’s Day last year. Figured we could turn that into a little tradition. And then we’re gonna-”

“Wow,” Y/N interjected, knowing damn well he was just gloating at this point, “Seems like you’ve got the day all planned out now. Don’t you?”

“Sure do,” Harry answered as he slipped his hand underneath the covers to pat her bare thigh.

“Now, are ye’ gonna get up so we can get this show on the road and we can show ye’ how much we love ye’?”

“I thought I was the boss?” she asked.

“What if I want us to stay in bed just a little bit longer?”

“Doubt that’s gonna happen, love. Told this one that you might want pancakes for breakfast and it’s all she’s been talkin’ about since seven this morning,” Harry gestured with a nod of his head to the toddler that was now making peace with herself as she played with the rings on Harry’s hand that wasn’t laying on Y/N’s thigh.

“Cakes, papa?” their daughter’s face perked up at the thought of her favorite food.

“I don’t know, bug. Ask mummy if that’s what she wants.”

“I have cakes, mumma?”

Y/N did not want pancakes for breakfast, she knew that for sure. She’d much rather not start the day off with a stomach ache from pouring too much syrup on her plate, but she also knew she could never say no to such a sweet face staring back at her with such hope in her eyes.

She seemed to contemplate for a moment, placing her pointer finger on her chin and looking up at the ceiling as if she might say no just to add to the anticipation in the room.

“Pancakes sound good to me,” she announced with a smile on her face, knowing it would send the toddler into a frenzy.

Before she was able to grasp on to her tiny body, hers and Harry’s daughter slipped off of the California king-sized bed they were all sitting on and ran presumably to the kitchen downstairs, which gave Harry and Y/N some alone time. Sure, they had approximately four minutes before their bub came crashing back up the stairs and demanded to know why they weren’t cooking her breakfast, but it was better than nothing.

Harry scooted over in the bed to lay his body flush against hers. He held onto her by the waist and rested his head on her chest.

“Thank you for my gifts, Harry. They’re lovely.”

She heard him chuckle against her skin before he craned his neck up to look at her.

“What do ye’ mean? Those are from your daughter. I’ve not given ye’ my present yet.”

“What did you get me?” Y/N asked, furrowing her brow down at him.

“That, my love, is a secret that you’ll have to wait until tonight to find out,” Harry tried his best to sound as seductive as he possibly could, but undoubtedly failed miserably which made her chuckle into his chocolate brown waves before kissing them lightly.

“Alright, Mr. Teen Heartthrob. I’ll take your word for it.”

Harry blushed at her backhanded compliment, burrowing deeper into the swells of her breasts and groaning dramatically.

She tried to tug on the ends of his curls in the way that always drove him mad. Sure, their toddler was a ticking time bomb and only God knew when she’d decide to show up in their room again, but her dreams from earlier about her honeymoon had left her feeling quite needy.

When she finally got his attention by kissing him gently but passionately and wrapped her legs around his waist in an attempt to gain even the slightest bit of friction, Harry pulled away.

“Love,” he began, still panting from the kiss, “I know I said you’re the boss today, but there’s a hyperactive toddler downstairs who’s waiting for pancakes and I have a feeling that if we don’t go down there in the next forty-five seconds then she’s gonna have both of our heads.”

Y/N shoved him off of her with a huff and a laugh, knowing good and well that he was right. When she climbed out of the bed to slide her house shoes on her now cold feet, Harry surprised her with a slap across her bum.

“Oi!” she yelled, “What was that about?”

“Nothin’. Just love ye’ is all.”

“Well that’s a pretty fuckin’ weird way of showing it,” she spoke in between giggles.

“Ehh,” Harry dismissed her with a swat of his hand in the air, “I know ye’ love it.”

Sure, she may have been at her happiest when she was on her honeymoon in Tahiti with Harry without a care in the world, but nothing compared to the kind of happiness that she was experiencing now with her perfect little family.

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The Lovers / Long Dream of the Soul

In the Ooku, there is a room which Kama cannot enter.

TL/DR - I had some thoughts about Arjuna in the Ooku and the Lostbelt and wasn't planning on writing all of it down but I got hit by the creative bug (I hear that there's some planets in retrograde that might explain it) and I wrote like 4000 words out of nowhere.

In the Ooku, there is a room that Kama cannot enter.

The room is tucked at the edge of the floor, and there is a board across the door. Arjuna sees it and thinks that it is another dead-end. The Servants cannot open it; even Parvarti, even the nun, even the Lady Tsubone cannot figure out the mechanism to undo the lock.

When Zoe approaches it, however, all it takes is a glancing touch.

The board falls away, and the door slides open, like a sigh of relief.

Kiara Sessoyin smiles in the faint, cynical way she often does and covers her mouth with one hand. "My, my," she says, so softly that it's barely audible.

The nun does not move, and nor does she elaborate. Arjuna is immediately suspicious. He looks at Zoe's back, and begins to say, "Wait -"

But Zoe unflinchingly crosses the threshold.

Arjuna looks to the others - Mata Hari, Scheherazade, Munenori - but sees no alarm on their faces. Why can't they see how dangerous this is? There is no telling what lays beyond that dark threshold. Even though Arjuna cannot sense the slightest hint of malice or other ill intent - it cannot be that easy. Not in this place, not with this god. There is simply no other possibility than a trap.

But when Zoe enters the room, lanterns flicker to life, filing the room with a buttery, pleasant glow. There is the faint, sweet scent of flowers - perhaps some of the lanterns are perfumed, but it's not enough to overwhelm the air. Instead, it makes the space feel clean and pleasant. Inside, the room is quite spacious, and though it is plainly decorated, it is not lacking in comfort. There are blankets and pillows stacked in a corner, and there is a table laid out with food - Arjuna is shocked to see that it is not food from this era, but food from Zoe's own time.

She smiles at the sight of it.

"Look," she says, and turns her smile on Arjuna, who nearly winces. "They even got curry for us!"

Indeed, some of the dishes are recognizably Indian - not something that he would have eaten as a prince, of course. It's too simple. It's too good. This situation is wrong. Arjuna does not return her smile.

Spotting his discomfort, Zoe beckons the Servants into the room.

"We can stay here for awhile," she says, and it's phrased like a suggestion even though her voice contains a decision. "We'll be safe here. And we'll need our strength to confront Kama."

Kiara demures. "If our Master insists, surely we will be welcome to rest here?"

The phrasing strikes Arjuna as odd. If the Ooku is made from the souls of Zoe's Servants, then the Servant who made this place -

"We're safe here," Zoe says, confidently, holding out her hand as if to pull them over the threshold. "Come on - aren't you hungry?"

Servants do not get hungry, Arjuna thinks. But Zoe has never indicated that she cares about such things. That the concept of offering food to a ghost is odd - no, it would have crossed her mind. She is very deliberate, in her own way. She is choosing to treat them as people.

Arjuna thinks this is fine. In a way, it does not matter how Zoe perceives him. She is his Master, and perhaps she has even seen his true face, but they both knew that their alliance's foundation was more than a simple contract. Arjuna knows, also, that when the contract is complete here, they will return to Chaldea, and it will be like none of this has ever happened.

They cross the threshold, and sit down to eat.

All of the foods, it turns out, are Zoe's favorites.

///

The lanterns dim after they've eaten their fill - the plates disappear as if they never existed. One by one, they roll out the blankets and set out cool pillows to sleep on. Arjuna finds the atmosphere cold - perhaps he is still uncomfortable from earlier. The door to the room is closed, and there have been no attacks - but still. Still. How can Zoe fall asleep so easily, he wonders, watching as she drifts into a deep slumber. And the others? Mata Hari curls up on one of Zoe's sides, and Munenori lays stiff as a board on the other. Kiara sits up, appearing to meditate in unbroken silence. Parvarti goes dormant inside of Tsubone to let the old woman's body rest. She too, falls into a deep sleep and snores lightly.

It is only Arjuna and the storyteller left now. They glance at each other awkwardly.

After a long moment, Scheherazade says, "This room -"

She pauses, and looks at him. Then, she looks at Sessoyin.

The nun does not move. She barely seems to breathe.

Scheherazade sighs. "The Servant who made this place must have loved Zoe very much."

Arjuna frowns. "Why do you say that?"

Because it gave her a place to rest, her favorite foods? That hardly seems like love. Anyone who had met Zoe and spoken to her for more than ten minutes could have told you about the things she liked to eat and the fact that she often required, if not outright demanded, nine hours of sleep.

"Because she was the only one allowed inside," says Scheherazade. "The rest of us had to be invited."

"Perhaps that was Kama's doing." Arjuna is surprised at how petulant his voice sounds.

"But haven't you sensed it?" The storyteller looks at him, imploring. "It's so peaceful here. Too peaceful."

Arjuna feels his brows knit together. "You're saying -"

"Kama has been tracking us through the labyrinth," says Scheherazade. "But I think that she did not wish for us to come here. I think she put this room away - at the end of a hall that we should not have turned down otherwise, on a floor where we are so close to the end that Zoe may have just decided to push forward, to the very end."

Arjuna considers this. It would certainly be to Kama's benefit to keep them weak and exhausted, confused in the labyrinth. And it had been Zoe's whim that drew them down this particular corridor. And it was indeed odd to find such a peaceful place in a den of vices, especially so close to the depths where lust was liable to overwhelm -

"This place is a safe harbor," Scheherazade says, interrupting his thoughts. "That this Servant can repel Kama's entry - I think that means this room was built on a foundation of pure love."

"Hm." It doesn't make sense, not any of it. Kama is a god of love, and so how can love repel her? Arjuna turns his face away, feeling a dark, disquiet sensation in the pit of his stomach. He remembers, in a flash, a foreign land with a tiny, wicked queen. Zoe had been there, and there was a man at her side the entire time - a knight that Medb had a passing interest in, a knight who carried curses and oaths the way that Arjuna was endowed with so many blessings and gifts. Could it be that...?

Arjuna barely restrains a scowl. He does not turn back to Scheherazade, who seems to accept his silence. He listens to the storyteller quietly rolling out a mat and curling up in the most sheltered corner of the room.

Her voice, feathery soft, drifts over once more: "Will you sleep, Prince Arjuna?"

He debates his continued silence but eventually designs to answer. "No. Servants have no need of it."

Scheherazade sighs again, and then the room is entire peaceful, except for the spot where Arjuna still sits, wrapped in an icy, bitter jealousy.

///

Hours pass, or perhaps minutes. The longer Arjuna sits, the more certain he feels that he is not welcome in this place, in the room that was made for the love of Zoe. She was the Master of Chaldea, the Master of many Servants, and she had a much greater capacity for love and generosity than he did, and it was unreasonable to expect her to wait for his sake when he had barely -

No, no, and even in Chaldea. Those days when he had never allowed her to see his true face, to really know him. He was a prince among princes, isolated, high above her other Servants. He wasn't there for her. She had turned to another because he wasn't there.

Arjuna feels like he is slipping on the edge of something dark and deep. Something that he had buried or hidden long ago. How is it that the Hero of Endowment has lost the one thing that he desires most? It wasn't fair.

The oppression of the peaceful atmosphere finally drives Arjuna to his feet. He will not leave the corridor - but he can wait outside. He cannot stand it in this place for even a moment longer.

As he reaches the door, he looks back at them. Zoe is in a dream, her expression one of deepest peace. The other Servants also appear so relaxed - all but Sessoyin. The nun has not moved for hours but Arjuna cannot shake the sensation that she has been watching their every move with a hawk's eyes. Listening to everything. Almost as if she is waiting for something.

Still, even Sessoyin does not stop him from leaving the room.

Stepping over the threshold is like walking into a brick wall. Immediately, the heady scent of the labyrinth swells and floods his senses. The humid air faintly tinged with promise and pleasure seems to settle over him like a blanket. He had thought to clear his head and the irony of this atmosphere being easier to deal with is not lost on him. Perhaps it is good that Zoe never really knew him. What would she think of him if she knew his true thoughts, his true feelings? This is his own fault for being unable to stay away from her. He simply wants to stay at her side for as long as possible, even though it's all...

Arjuna takes one step forward. Then another.

A twinge at the back of his neck makes him straighten and steady - his eyes focus. Imperceptibly, there has been a shift in the air.

Arjuna extends one hand, prepared to draw his bow.

"Finally," the echo of Kama's voice floats from a distance, accompanied by a scent that is all wine, all flowers, all sex. "We haven't had a chance to properly talk yet."

Gandiva shimmers at his fingertips, just within reach.

"I have nothing to discuss with the likes of you," Arjuna says. "And if you intend to fight me -"

"I'm not interested in you that way," Kama drawls. "But I do want to get your opinion on this place. Are you enjoying yourself, o sinless one?"

Kama's avatar is an Assassin, and so she will be hard to detect, even for his eyes. Gandiva lands heavily in his palm, and he raises it before him just so.

"I thought it might be fun for you... This floor especially. You could stand to unwind a little bit." Kama's voice is closer now. "It's a shame that you and Zoe couldn't spend this time alone, but I'm not a miracle worker, you know?"

Arjuna reaches for an arrow. Lightning crackles between his fingers.

"You're awfully quiet," Kama complains, and it sounds as if she is very near now. Almost as if she is standing right before him. "What's the matter? Are you disappointed, o hero of the endowed? Tell me, what can I do to please you?"

And her voice changed as she said this, as the shadows coalesced, and then took shape, and it's shape -

Arjuna goes cold. Horror fills him, and confusion, and dread, and sorrow.

The woman standing before him is not Kama. Her smile is so familiar. He has not seen her in a lifetime. He does not relax his stance - years of training prevents it - but he cannot move. She's not really here, he tells himself, listening to the light, familiar sound of her approaching footsteps - she's not here. She has not been here, not for a thousand years. It's an illusion. A dream.

It is all a dream. All of it. Everything.

"No?" says the ghost, almost teasing. "You won't smile for me, my love? Even now?"

Arjuna does not even breathe.

The ghost merely smiles sadly. "You've grown far too serious, my love. I remember that you used to smile and laugh so easily. It breaks my heart to see you this way."

Ah. That is the reason for his sorrow. Even now, after all this time. But even so - this is Kama's trick. He realizes that he should feel angry - that he is angry - and he is going to -

"Or," the illusion says, nearly purring, "perhaps this form isn't to your taste anymore. Maybe you'd prefer something new to distract you?"

And her shape changes until -

Zoe stands before him - close enough that the arrow's tip rests just inches from her bare collarbones - close enough to reach out with one calloused hand and touch his cheek -

Arjuna releases his arrow like a bolt of lightning.

Kama goes flying, and the illusion shatters. She lands with a thud and a clatter at the end of the corridor, sprawled in a pool of blood - the dim lights from behind the papery walls flicker unsteadily as she recovers. Even such a blow as he had landed was not enough to fell a god like Kama, especially since she draws her power from the labyrinth and their sins.

Kama groans and rolls over, shuddering as she climbs to her face.

For a moment, the girl's form also flickers, and the shadow of the god who had once been appears - and then that too, is smoothed over, and Kama's face is alive with fury.

"You SHOT her?"

Arjuna nocks a second arrow.

"And if you disrespect her again in that matter," he says, "then the next one goes between your eyes."

Kama snarls. Already the wound in their chest is healing.

“You’re so ungrateful,” she spits, like a curse. “After everything I’ve done for you –”

Arjuna takes a step back. He does not fear Kama, but as long as her true power remains unclear, it’s best to stay back, as close to the hidden sanctuary as possible.

Unsteadily, Kama rises, arms wrapped around her chest, teeth bared. She is less a girl and more a beast. The passage of time is difficult to measure in the labyrinth, but it’s possible that years have passed, based on how the god’s form has changed. And there was no telling what she would become when they reached the depths of the Ooku. Arjuna wonders if he could manage a killing blow with just his arrows. It’s too risky to use a Noble Phantasm, but there are no finer archers in all the world. Surely even he –

Kama just stares at him, and then disappears with a grimace. The place where she once stood is littered with flower petals, and the scent of perfume only thickens.

Frowning, Arjuna covers his mouth and nose as Gandiva disappears. Perhaps the god has gone now – perhaps that was what had caused the oppressive atmosphere inside. If it was really true that Kama could not enter this room, then it was perfectly reasonable to imagine that the god had been stalking them this entire time. Perhaps it was all a bad dream. He has been overthinking lately, or trying not to. This place must be getting to him. He has to focus on protecting Zoe. After all, this is the reason why he was summoned to Chaldea.

Even if it would never be what he wanted, at least he could do this much.

He re-enters the room just as quietly as he left, but he finds Sessoyin awake, staring at him.

Arjuna pauses, and frowns. “I knew you weren’t sleeping.”

“I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who kept themselves alert,” says the nun, with a serene smile. “I have sensed Kama’s presence for some time. The closer we get to the inner sanctum, the more intense it becomes. It’s deliciously fascinating.”

Another odd phrase. Sessoyin certainly is strange. Discomforting is a good word for it. Arjuna knows that Zoe is the only one he can really trust in this place. Sessoyin, he thinks, is the link that will lead them to Kama. She has been unusually attuned to the god’s movements and whims, even more so than Parvarti. Instead of dwelling on it, he pulls the last set of blankets from the corner and moves into the open space of the room.

“Did she say anything to you?” Sessoyin asks. She is so straightforward and innocent in her tone. It makes Arjuna’s skin crawl. “You never know. It could be a clue.”

“She came to make a nuisance of herself,” Arjuna replies, settling in. “I landed a blow, and she ran but I doubt I did any serious damage.”

“Hmm.” Sessoyin closes her eyes once more. “I hope that you enjoy your dream, o triumphant prince.”

Arjuna scowls, but does not otherwise react to what is obviously some kind of bizarre taunt. He looks over to see Zoe, to assure himself that she is still here.

In all this time, Zoe has not opened her eyes and seems to have barely stirred. There is a faint smile on her face as she dreams.

Arjuna lays there in the dark, peaceful room, and does not sleep a wink.

///

Eventually the dream comes to an end.

One by one, they disappear. The labyrinth disappears, and then they are standing in the garden courtyard that they had first arrived in. First is Parvarti, at least freed from her human vessel, and then Munenori, and then Mata Hari and the storyteller. And then Zoe turns to Arjuna, and smiles. Her outline has faded. Unlike the Servants, she emits no unearthly glow, no shower of sparks. She is simply untethered to this world, this broken time. She is returning back to the place she belongs.

As he now must.

Even so… I feel…

Arjuna looks away from her smile. “It seems I’ll be last this time.”

Zoe grins, but seems to think better of it. Her expression softens with concern. “You seem upset. But it's not like we won't see each other again."

Something is wrong. Arjuna feels it in his bones. In his fractured heart. The sky is darkening. The stars seem very close, somehow. The garden is fading. Everything is fading, and Arjuna is –

“I don’t want to go,” he blurts out. He covers his mouth, his face, with both hands, but the words feel like they are being physically torn out of his throat. Like he’ll die if he doesn’t say it. Like he’s possessed by whatever dark thing has been growing in him since the moment he set foot in the Ooku.

Zoe pales and steps forward. "Arjuna."

“I don’t want to go. I want to stay with you. I want to go to Chaldea. I don’t want to leave.”

But that makes less sense, as he says it. Hadn’t he already been in Chaldea? That was why Zoe had summoned him here. He was her loyal Servant, her partner –

Zoe reaches for him, touching her fingertips to his wrist. She was a ghost, barely clinging to this world.

“I’ll come back to get you,” she promises. She seems to understand all the things that don’t make sense, but she’s already too far away. Her voice is the strongest thing about her, frantically assuring him. “It’s okay. Just – just stay where you are. Wherever you are, I’ll come and get you. And then you can stay in Chaldea. Just wait for me, and don’t go anywhere. I’ll come back. I will.”

And then she is gone, and the garden is gone, and Arjuna is among the stars.

For a long moment, nothing happens. And the moment drags, and stretches, and something is wrong, and his heart is broken, and he is afraid, afraid, afraid of what, he doesn’t know.

But it is dark all around him, and inside of him, and then –

There is a gap between the stars. At once, he knows – this signature, the pulse of divine power like a throbbing heartbeat – and Kama takes shape, pulling herself out of the sky. She floats into his face, and her smile is cruel.

Arjuna cannot move. Even if he wanted to reach for Gandiva, it would have been impossible. The Singularity was gone. Zoe was gone. There was nothing left. Nothing. It was all… empty.

“So,” Kama asks, sweet as poison. “Did you enjoy yourself in the end?”

Arjuna cannot speak. His mind is moving, and there is so much that he now understands. Everything, everything.

“Cat got your tongue?” asks Kama, sardonic. “How disappointing. I guess without Zoe’s humanity to anchor you, you really don’t have a personality. Shame. What a waste of a pretty face.”

He understands. And it doesn’t matter. Nothing does.

“You’re just lucky she likes you more than that nun,” says Kama, snickering. “She didn’t even question why you appeared. She was so happy to see you. Maybe if you’d been more proactive, she would have even loved you instead of that other guy.”

And he’s forgetting already. He forgets the face of the storyteller, the swordsman, the brave woman who mastered the labyrinth. And Zoe. But he doesn’t want to forget Zoe. He loves Zoe. He wants to hold on to that. He can’t forget, even though none of it matters in the end.

“I was never in Chaldea,” he says, and his voice is far away to his own ears. He is in pieces, and it is all draining out of him. All of that darkness and fear, like so much dust in the wind. All of his love, and his pride, and everything that matters, shriveling up like ashes, and gone. He is clean, and empty, and he understands everything.

“Of course not,” Kama replies, smug. “You were always too proud to answer a summons from a mere mortal. Even the precious Master of your heart, the one you claim to love so very much.” Her smile becomes a snarl. “And you couldn’t bear to even look at an imperfect god like me.”

And then she is bright, wicked and cold. “But in the end, it’s thanks to your arrogance. You allowed me to escape, so that I could do all of this in the first place. Even if Zoe and the others did manage to defeat me, I guess bringing you out here was the least I could do to thank you. Say whatever you like about me but I always repay my debts.”

The sky greys, and even the stars are disappearing. Even Kama is fading away.

“So, seriously, tell me – did you enjoy your dream?”

Arjuna closes his eyes. He thinks – Zoe – and – then –

///

There is a blue sky.

The sky is always blue. It has been, and will be. Just that endless expanse over the world which is now full of flowers. The sky will darken when the world ends.

“Ah, Almighty,” says a warm, untrustworthy voice. The robed figure beside him has been there for some time, but he cannot remember how long, or why they had come, or what their original purpose was. In any case, it does not matter. The cycle will begin anew soon. “You closed your eyes for such a long time, I thought you might have actually fallen asleep this time.”

The monk approaches, and the air stirs. The wind whispers over them like a gentle touch. Like the touch of a loved one, who tries her best to comfort you when you are afraid.

…What a strange thought.

It is gone. Like it never existed.

“What did you dream of?” asks the monk with two faces.

He does not remember.

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