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Papa and J---- Update!

Author: shadowsong26

Rating: PG/PG-13

Fandom: Les Misérables

Characters: Technically all on-page characters are OCs; Valjean, Cosette, Marius, and Javert are discussed as historical personalities. Backstory Cosette/Marius and heavily implied Valjean/Javert.

Warnings: Nothing specific, I don’t think?

Summary: Euphrasie Pontmercy–known in the art world as La Jardinière–isn’t exactly a household name. Still, the sheer length of her active career (her work was first displayed and sold in 1839, and she left one last work unfinished at her death in 1910) makes her interesting to people who actually study that century in art. But as far as the historical record is concerned, Jardinière seems to have sprung semi-fully-formed from the streets of Paris somewhere in the mid-to-late 1820s. Other than the fact that she was educated in a convent, essentially nothing is known about her parents or her childhood.

Until now.

Or:

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a PhD student with no thesis topic must be in want of an undiscovered painting to go absolutely feral over.

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of their respective creators.

Notes: Here we are with Chapter 3! Where Ari talks to Phil’s mom and gets a little more background/family lore. Which is...fairly accurate, even after nearly two centuries of generational telephone, lol. also I am. Tempted. to find someone to commission to actually make a version of the painting are any of y’all who might be artists interested/does anyone have any recommendations of artists who are open for commissions who do that kind of style

Updates will be posted here on Thursdays and crossposted to AO3 on Fridays.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Wednesday afternoon, as soon as the last class I was TAing let out, I headed back to Phil’s house. I’d spoken with his mother on the phone the night before, and she’d agreed to meet me at four. Foot in the door, at least. First hurdle cleared.

Traffic was shit, because of course it was on a day I needed things to run smoothly, and I got there about five minutes late.

The woman who answered the door when I knocked was a little bit shorter than me, with the same bright blue eyes Phil had. Too old to be his sister, so this must be his mom.

“Hi, I’m sorry I’m late,” I said. “I’m Ari Wright, we talked on the phone?”

“Of course,” she said, and smiled, stepping aside. “Please, come in, ah…?”

“Ari is fine,” I said, and followed her inside. “Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with me, Mrs. Riley.”

“Oh, please, Louise is fine,” she said. “Would you like some water, tea?”

“Uh, water would be great, thanks,” I said.

She left me in the living room, excusing herself to go into the kitchen to get it, which gave me another minute alone with the painting.

Which was just as ordinary-extraordinary as it had been on Friday night. Exactly like I remembered it.

To be fair, I’d spent probably way too many hours the past few days studying my shitty phone pictures of it, so.

“I have to admit,” Mrs. Riley--Louise--said, rejoining me and setting a pitcher of water and a couple of glasses on the table. “I was a little surprised when Phil told me one of his friends was interested in Mémé Cosette’s painting.”

I stepped away from the wall and sat in one of the armchairs--not the couch; that would have been Awkward at least in the back of my brain. “I saw it when I was over here with Phil the other day, and…well, it jumped out at me.”

“Right,” she said. “So, what exactly are you looking for here?”

“Well, I was hoping to get your permission to do a more thorough study of the piece,” I said, then hesitated. “…if I can start by asking you some questions? About the painting and its history, whatever you know about it. And recording, if that’s okay. Easier than taking notes.”

“That’s fine,” she said, picking up her glass and settling into one of the other chairs.

I took a sip from the other glass, then set my phone to record audio and put it on the middle of the coffee table. “I suppose I should start with...well, I’m not sure how much you’re aware of your ancestor’s career--Phil wasn’t, at least?”

Louise smiled. “I know who Mémé Cosette was, or at least what I was told about her,” she said. “Euphrasie Pontmercy, also known as La Jardinère. I always liked listening to the family stories.”

“What can you tell me about the painting?” I asked. Obviously, if I went forward, anything she told me would have to be backed up by other sources. Anecdotal family history had a funny way of getting tweaked or embellished over the years, especially when the relative in question was someone even moderately famous. “Phil told me it’s always been in your family, and she’s your…”

“Great-great…great grandmother, I think,” Louise said, taking a moment to count. “My grandmother’s grandfather was her son René.”

The youngest of the five children. Right.

“I’m not sure how exactly the painting ended up in my great-grandmother’s possession, as opposed to any of the other children or grandchildren, but I know she was the one who brought it with her to the States, when she emigrated from France in 1912.” She smiled wryly. “According to the story, they almost boarded Titanic at Cherbourg, but one or more of the children had the measles. Or possibly diphtheria, I’ve heard different things at different times.”

“Not something you’d normally think of as lucky,” I said.

“No, not really,” she agreed. “Like I said, that’s the story, and who knows if it’s true. But I do know that the painting came to my great-grandmother somehow, and she passed it on to my grandmother Marie-Celeste, who left it to me. Since I was the only one of her grandchildren who liked to listen to her stories.”

“Had she actually met La Jardinière?” I asked. It was possible--if they’d been planning to sail in 1912, and Jardinière had died in 1910…

“A few times,” Louise confirmed. “She was about six when Mémé Cosette died, but she remembered visiting her.”

Well, that was a pretty damn solid foundation for the painting’s provenance. Again, I’d have to back up the authentication in other ways, but this was looking more and more promising.

“What about the subjects?” I asked. “The men in the painting, I mean. It’s labeled as Papa and J. Do you know anything about them?”

“Only the stories,” she said. “She was adopted, did you know that? Mémé Cosette, I mean.”

That was interesting; adoption wasn’t a very common practice in the early nineteenth century, at least not in the United States or Great Britain, and most of what did happen was very much behind closed doors. I made a mental note to add the history of French adoption law to my research list. It was unlikely, but maybe I’d get lucky, and there would be some kind of record of the adoption somewhere. If I could track down exactly when and where it happened.

“No, I didn’t,” I said. “Unless there’s something in an obscure French biography I haven’t been able to find and muddle through, I don’t think anyone knows much of anything about her childhood. Which is one of the reasons this painting is so interesting. When did this happen? And where?”

“I don’t know where, exactly,” Louise said. “Some little town in Normandy, maybe? Somewhere in the north of France, I’m pretty sure. Again, according to the family stories. It was when she was around seven or eight, I think? Before that…I don’t know. My grandmother didn’t know, or if she did she never told me, but I think she had the impression that it wasn’t a very good situation. And then Mémé Cosette was adopted, so that’s where Papa came into her life.”

“Do you have a name for him?” I asked. “Her marriage license listed her maiden name as Fauchelevent, but was that his name, or from her birth parents…?”

“That I don’t know,” she said. “All I know is that she was adopted, and that she named her eldest son for her adoptive father.”

And Jardinière’s eldest son’s name was Jean, which was. Extremely, unhelpfully common.

“Do you know which of the men he is?” I asked. “In the painting, I mean.”

Louise got up and went to the wall to examine it. “I…think the bearded man. My grandmother obviously never met him, and I think her grandfather--René, I mean--was very young when he died, but that matches up with what she heard from her aunts and uncles, as she passed it on to me. He was a very private person, and supposedly very strong. One story--and I can’t say I believe it’s true--involved him physically carrying another man to safety for something like twelve hours after some kind of disaster.”

Which…well, Louise was right, that story didn’t seem all that credible. But the more general description, and the kind of man who would give rise to that sort of story, did match up with the impression the painting gave.

I stood up as well, leaving my glass on the coffee table, and joined her at the painting. “What about the other man? The mysterious J?”

“We’re back to a game of generational telephone on this one,” Louise said. “I know even less about him. But my grandmother said he was a close friend of the family, according to what Mémé Cosette told her when she asked once. That he and her--that is, Mémé Cosette’s--father lived together for the last decade or so of his life. Not sure which him she meant.”

…well, all right then.

My eye was, once again, drawn to J’s hand, resting on the back of the chair. And they lived together, maybe, for a decade or so.

Of course, that could mean a lot of different things. And, you know, it’s easy to see what you want to see, especially when there’s so little information to go on. Whatever their relationship was, though, I’d been right in my initial impression of intimacy. Whatever kind of intimacy it was.

“Right,” I said. “I think that’s a good baseline, at least for now, but I might have more questions later. And I…not that I’m saying I doubt your version of the story, or anything, but…”

“But if you want to actually research the painting, you need more proof than half-remembered family stories after two centuries of generational telephone,” Louise said, and smiled again. “It’s fine, I know how research works. I remember when my husband got his Master’s degree.”

“Yeah, exactly,” I said. “Thank you, for your understanding. Um, so, with your permission, I would like to borrow the painting for a few weeks. To authenticate it, and do a more detailed analysis of the technique and construction and so on, see what else I can learn from the actual physical piece.”

“Right,” Louise said, turning back to the painting again, thinking. “Just to study it, you said? And, obviously, write about your findings if you find anything worth writing about. But you won’t put the painting on display in a museum or anything?”

I shook my head. “Not unless you agree to it, no. I’d take photographs, to include with the paper, but the painting itself won’t go on display unless you allow it.”

“And when you cite it…I don’t know how it works, exactly, but you wouldn’t have to specifically name me?”

“No, I can just list it as being in a private collection.”

“Right,” she said. “…I have to admit, now that you’re here asking questions…I didn’t really think about it before. How many gaps there are in the story.”

“It’s funny how memory works sometimes,” I said. “Especially…well, like you said, when generational telephone gets involved.”

And it was…a weirdly appropriate question in context, since that was something Jardinière had come back to time and time again in her work. This idea of memory, and how it lines up with reality. How it changes. Those repeat paintings she’d made of the same locations in Paris over the years. The series of paintings of her own memories.

And, of course, her last painting. Souvenir--inachevé. Memory--unfinished.

Definitely need to get to Chicago to see it in person.

“True,” she said. “All right. Under those conditions--that the painting won’t be displayed, and that you’ll leave my name out of it, you have my permission to borrow it and do whatever tests or study you need for your research.”

“Thank you!” I said. “Thank you so much, this…I really appreciate all your help, Mrs.--Louise.”

“You’re welcome,” she said. “And I hope you’ll share whatever you find with me, before publishing?”

“Of course,” I said. “It’s your painting, your family history.”

“Good,” she said, and smiled again. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“Me, too,” I said. “Me, too.”

#shadowsong writes other fandoms #shadowsong writes self-indulgent bs

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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Its missing Jenna Marbles hours

#its doggie bday month #i hope jullien gives us a doggie vid #just asthetic shots about them #no dioloute #just dogs #i miss her but i respect her desision if she decides to not come back #i hope we get another aries kitchen soon

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junova · 3 years

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↬ 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐭 | 𝐬. 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

abstract: the one where steve finds your love letters.

pairing: au!steve x fem!reader

word count: 3K+

warnings: cussing, fluff, angst, crying, slight self-deprecation.

[author’s note]: hey guys! i’m really new to the writing scene so kind words are appreciated! srsly just testing my writing style out and wanted to just post something to motivate me to keep writing. hope u like it. <3

also thank u ari for the inspo and that bomb ass album that saved twenty-twenty. now we just need biden to get elected.

ps. don’t forget to vote! <3

Stevie,

First and foremost, I want you to know how proud of you I am. You have become the man you’ve said you become, the one I always knew you would. You have finally seen what the rest of us see.

A good man.

The soul you carry within you shines brighter than I’ve ever seen. Just for that only, I’m thankful for the time we’ve spent together. Maybe one day, I’ll be brave enough to tell you this without hiding behind the comfort of this notebook. She won’t spill my secrets, fortunate for me.

Some days you have no idea how badly I want to tell you. I think it’s on the days I discover a new fleck of green in your eyes or maybe when you show up to class with a cup of coffee for me without request.

More. More. More.

It’s selfish of me, that much I know. More days than not, I would say you give too much of yourself away. Always wanting to appease everyone, you, Steven Rogers, the bridge to making the people around you happier than they walked in. Even when Bucky drags you into his nonsense bullshit, you say yes without hesitation.

I’ve got not a a clue on how you continue on, how you still remain you when you tend to spread yourself so thin. Who watches out for you? Who cares for you? Who loves the almighty, selfless Rogers?

For me, it’s much easier to pretend you carry too much on your plate than to deal with the rejection I would receive from you. You’re just too good, more than I deserve. More than I would be willing to take. I know I couldn’t possibly give you what you deserve but, I hope that one day you might see me differently. You would see me more than the light I’ve painted myself in.

Even though the shade is lovely, I want to be deeper. Deeper into you on a level which only seems unattainable at this point.

A forever friend. To be in your life, just as a friend, is an reward in itself.

But someday I hope you would love me in the same way I do. It’s all a love struck girl could do. Hope for the best, bet be prepared for the downfall.

With much love, your forever friend.

Tearing the page away from the binding of the overfilled notebook, dispensing it in the first empty drawer you could find, you abandoned the feelings as soon as the pen’s ink bleed out dry.

“You know it would just be easier to tell him how you feel.” You peaked up at the sound of her voice, before realizing she was looming over you, watching your write the letter.

Your supposed, secret letter.

“Nat, please. No.” Opening the drawer, she grabbed the letter but was surprised with just how many she found.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve written about him multiple times?” You sank in the soft, plush material of your seat hoping that just maybe it would begin to swallow you whole. Hopefully, fast enough were you wouldn’t have to endure the rest of the conversation. One you had been trying to avoid, for the past three years.

“It’s nothing Nat, just forget it.” Just like a Romanov, she couldn’t leave it alone. Even if she tried it was laced in her blood to see any little thing through.

“You really shouldn’t wait so long. A window might close for you, much sooner than you think.” With a curious eyebrow lifted, you felt your breath leave you.

“What does that supposed to mean?” Steve certainly deserved the best and you knew it was only time for him to figure out you would never be enough for him.

“Peggy Carter.” Peggy.

The one girl of a sea of many who had been enamored by Steve. He never really seemed to spend anytime with the women who vied for his attention, but Peggy was surely different than the rest.

Even if Steve was oblivious when it came to the advances everyone would make on him, he saw Peggy. Considering she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, she intimidated you. God, did she ever.

On numerous occasions she and Steve had gone out, and even though he assured you they were just friends you were starting to believe he was only trying to protect your feelings. As a friend.

He had never cancelled on you once for her and he would tell you if he had started to date someone, just like he had before.

Even though the entire three years you’d known him he only had one serious girlfriend and after eight months, the pair broke up and even now he still didn’t budge on why they broke up.

“Steve can do whatever he wants with her. He’s a single man. He’s gone out with her before and he’ll probably go with her again.” Then Sam was the next to speak up, dismissing the total bullshit spouting from your mouth.

“Can’t you see he doesn’t want to? The damn man follows you around like a goddamn puppy.” Okay, when did he even come in here?

“God, fuck, no he doesn’t. He would have said something by now, he’s had three years and it’s been nothing but radio silence.” With an all knowing smirk, Sam proposed a new concept into question.

“It has been three years. So, have you ever said anything to him?”

Shit. Fuck you, Wilson.

“W-Well, not exactly.” Sam didn’t have to say anything in response. You knew he was right and you hated it.

Your unwillingness still stood for you, there was just no way he actually would reciprocate your feelings.

“Listen, I think it would be really good for the both of you to air everything out. Peggy is sinking her claws in him and it isn’t too long before they get stuck. Just talk to him.” You nodded silently, but you weren’t sure if you’d ever have the courage to.

—

Emptiness.

It’s all you seemed to feel today. Following you around was a dark cloud, looming over you. Wishing you could be anywhere but your own body. Nothing in particular happened to make you deserve the feeling you were granted with. It just so happened to be one of those days.

From the moment you got out of bed — or rather stayed in bed until four in the afternoon, you felt like anything you would have done just didn’t feel enough. The feeling was fleeting, never staying for more than a day or so, but it made the day drag on. Never ending.

Your muscles sore, body aching from the lack of activity your presumed. Or maybe you had built it in your head too.

Thankfully for you, Nat was busy helping Bucky move into his new place the entire day. She asked if you wanted to help, but mentally you didn’t feel you would be useful for anyone. Simply, telling her you would hang back, claiming you had another an essay to write.

Which you did, you weren’t completely lying, but there was more than your sour mood to blame for your dismissal of social interaction.

You hated to be that girl, the one who needed the presence of men. Specifically, the company of one very beautiful, blue eyed one.

His absence in your life the past few weeks felt heavier on you than you thought it would. You knew from Sam’s intel he had been hanging out with Peggy more and more. He said the two of them were getting close, mercifully sparing you the details.

You hated it’s you’d become. A girl so damn struck over a boy who was giving his attention elsewhere. Upset you were though. Before even if he was busy between classes and his internship at the gallery, he would still text to check up on you.

Now, it was nothing but radio silence letting you draw conclusions on your own. Very, very dangerous territory for you to travel to.

Steve and you are just friends. Get. Over. It.

You thought you’d be alone the rest of the Saturday, especially since it was nearly midnight. Figuring Nat was staying over at Bucky’s and Wanda leaving earlier in early hours of the morning to see her boyfriend for the entire weekend.

Then, an incredibly drunk Steve stumbled into your quaint apartment, the thoughtfully sweetness in him blubbering out with the alcohol flooding through his system. It was like he was on overdrive. More than ready to crash at any given moment.

You had enough when Steve started shamelessly raiding your kitchen, but you remained on the couch attempting to maintain some distance between the two of you. He had a history of being incredibly handsy whenever he had bit too much to drink.

Stumbling his way over to you, almost tripping on the rug, until he was basically cuddling up to your side. His arms latched tightly around you, pulling you into him. Not spared a choice, not that you’d want one.

The security of being wrapped up to him wasn’t something you ever grew tired of. You don’t think there would ever be a time you would ever be capable of turning him away.

“I’ve missed you. It’s been too long.” His soft tone, penetrating the tiny resistance you held towards him. “Me too. I was starting to think you disappeared on me, bubba.”

“Never.” His iron grip holding so tight like he was afraid you’d slip right through.

“Is everything alright?” Trying to pull from him, but Steve seemed unable to let you go. You whispered in his ear, caressing his back.

“I think so.”

“Here, let me grab you cup of joe and some water. Okay? I’ll be right back.” Leaving him a kiss on the cheek, before heading him into the kitchen.

If you had been around him recently, perhaps you would be more in tune with how he was feeling. Then the guilt sept in.

“Sweetheart, do you know where the phone charger is? It’s not by the recliner.” You heard him shout, trying to stop your heart from hammering into your stomach.

Just make him some coffee, sober him up, until he crashes.

Steve always seemed to be a lightweight and somehow whenever he did decide to drink he always found himself routing his way into your home. You thought it was simply for accident alone. The bar he frequented at was only a few block from you.

The past few times he would just stumble into your bedroom, immediately passing out in your soft, silky sheet. Now, he seemed to have more pressing matters at hand.

“Check the drawers, Stevie. I think there’s one you left around here somewhere.” You grabbed the filters and the grounds out, brewing the coffee. Soon, with a black cup of coffee and a water bottle in hand you took note of just how quite he was being.

He was never this silent and it was freaking you out.

“Are you sure you’re o-”

Just like that.

Fuck.

Hunched over, practically on his knees, he read over the endless letters you wrote about him. Confessions never meant to be seen by him. You lost track of how many you had written over the past few years once realized how irrevocably in love with him you are.

He didn’t realize you had found him and you were suddenly paralyzed. Unaware of your presence he continued to read through them and his expression was unrecognizable. One you’d never seen from him before, and you didn’t quite know how to react.

No. He wasn’t grimacing nor did he seem to be elated either. He just stood there just like you, afraid what would happen next.

What did this mean for the two of you? Your entire relationship was purely riding on whatever happened next.

Softly, with a gentle hand, he sifted through them all like he was looking for something specifically. Steve let them fall to the hardwood floors as your shaking hands could no longer support the weight of the dainty coffee cup he had actually sculpted himself.

The glass shattering everywhere, several pieces making their way towards him, thankfully not fiercely enough to penetrate his skin.

Truly, you had never been more sorry than when he looked up at you with tears in his eyes. Threatening to spill over. Because of you.

You didn’t have to be told, you already knew.

Carefully, Steve stood up making his way over to you around the shattered mug. Still you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Simply just watching him until he was right in front of you — more silent than you’d ever seen him before.

“Those were about me. Weren’t they?” You nodded having no reason to lie other than to protect yourself from a rejection you been hoping to spare yourself from.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this. Or at all really.” Your resolve dropping instantly when Steve took a step further gripping by your hips, pulling you closer.

“Why not?” He questioned you, again. Almost like he needed a verbal affirmation of every secret he had just read.

Unintentionally, stealing your soul served for him on a silver platter.

“I know how you’d feel about me, Steve. It’s not how I want it to be and it’s okay.” You remove yourself from him, traveling to the other side of the living room. Suddenly, the apartment seemed suffocating with him in it. “I’m fine, Steve.”

Hearing him sigh in frustration only furthered your immense feeling of being a burden to him.

You’re just one more obstacle he has to deal with.

“One of them dated back for over two years ago. Two fucking years.” His harsh tone, piercing through you like a knife.

“I know. I should have told you.” You whispered, wishing you could disappear into any abyss that would take you. Deeply wishing you just didn’t have to endure for the rest of this conversation. Wishing you could have stopped him from opening that stupid drawer. “I tell you everything, but I just couldn’t bring myself to speak about this. Look at how you’re reacting? How could you blame me when every fear I have about this is justified?”

You really should have kept those elsewhere, not your open, public living room.

“Because it’s us. I’m always here for you.” He was still crying through broken words and you didn’t know why. Almost like you had shattered his resolve and his control leaving with it.

“Not lately. You’ve been otherwise occupied.” Suddenly find the plant in the corner of the room. It certainly weren’t trying to distract yourself from the insatiable cerulean eyes.

The breathtaking british woman wasn’t even here and as soon as she was brought up — there was a wall. Seperating, you from whatever was between the two of you.

“This isn’t my fault. You never said anything. How was I supposed to know you feel that way about me?” He tried to make his way towards you but you just stalked off in the other direction. Circling around the living room like a coward.

“It didn’t matter though, did it? You found someone perfect for you regardless of how you feel.” God, you wish he would just leave so you could let the dam break.

“No. You don’t get to do that. Since the moment I met you I only had eyes for you, but you never seemed like you were interested. So, I dropped it. Okay? You never left me a crumb to think you would ever want to be more than just friends.”

“You were my best friend. You still are. No matter how I felt, it could never outweigh the need I have for you to be in my life.” He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. Trying to figure out what was next for the both of you. Steve always had to initiate and this time was no different.

“Peggy told me tonight she wants to be exclusive.” His confession washing over you like a ton of bricks. Crushing you.

You really couldn’t have any ill feeling towards her, she was just doing what you lacked the courage and the tenacity to do.

“But I didn’t really know what to do.” He took quiet steps towards you, not wanting to spook you. He voice not no longer held the a warmth of teddy bear, but a man on a mission rather took over.

Steve kept quiet until he had you backed up into a corner, no escape route in vision for you.

“’Cause there’s this other beautiful woman, absolutely breathtaking — and I just I really needed to know how she felt. If I had known before, I never would have gone anywhere else.” His hand caressing your soft, plump lips. Pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb, sending you into a frenzy.

“Then, I just wanted to forget about everything until Sam called me. Three beers deep, when he told me of a drawer filled with letters I should take a look at.” You could feel his breath on you, temple pressed against yours.

“I just need to hear you say it. Just once.” Taking it a step forward, intertwining your finger with his own.

“I love you.” It was all he needed as he sealed his own affirmation with a sweet kiss, inking your lips with all of his love.

#for the love of god let these tags work :/#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader fluff #steve rogers x reader angst #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers au #college!steve rogers #au #mcu #mcu fanfiction #fanfiction

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bakubabes-tatakae · 3 years

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A/N: I hope you all enjoy part 3/4 of my pieces for the first day of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme is fluff and it’s time for some lovey dovey Kiba. My last piece for today will be out soon so stay turned. You can find all the days of the collab here!

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

Word Count: 800

Smells filled the kitchen as you moved swiftly about the stove and counters. It was almost time for Kiba to return from work and you had planned on getting dinner done before he got home. If there was one way to Kiba Inuzuka’s heart, it was through his stomach.

When the front door opened and the sound of nails on hardwood filled the house you turned to the entryway. “Akamaru!”

The dog gleefully came your way, his footsteps getting quicker the closer to you he got. Kiba slowly appeared behind him and smiled at the sight of the two of you bonding in the kitchen, giving him a flutter in his stomach.

Kiba stepped forward and placed a hand on your hip as you stood back up. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek and smiled at you. “How was your day, love?”

You placed a hand on his chest and leaned into his kiss. “Busy.” You stepped away from him and watched as he sat at the dinner table. “I got all the errands I needed done and then cleaned up around the house.”

Kiba leaned back in his chair and lifted his feet onto the table, instantly regretting his choices as you turned around. “Kiba Inuzuka, get your feet off my table.”

His feet hit the floor again and he scratched the back of his head nervously. “Sorry, I’m gonna go into the living room and lay down for a little bit.” He stood back up from the chair and placed his hand on your hip again. “Wake me when dinner is ready?”

You smiled at him and nodded. “Go relax. Dinner is almost done. I’ll wake you up.”

So as you finished dinner Kiba took that small nap on the couch. When you slowly shook his sleeping figure from the couch he jumped a little. “Dinner’s ready? I feel like I just fell asleep.”

You chuckled at him and took his hand. “Because you did just fall asleep. Come on, dinner will get cold.”

Kiba followed you to the kitchen and you both took a seat at the table, enjoying a home cooked meal together. Laughter and delicious smells made your dinner the best it’s been in quite a while, but as the night dwindled even further Kiba began to notice your exhaustion.

He put his fork into his empty plate and stood up, reaching a hand out to you. “Darling, you look exhausted and I’ve had a long day too. Why don’t we turn in early tonight?”

You took his hand and stood from your chair, glancing back at the clock. “Sounds good.” You followed him down the hallway, Akamaru instantly heading to the living room to take his normal place on the couch to stand guard through the night.

You slowly pulled your shirt and leggings off, replacing them with one of Kiba’s t-shirts as he stripped down to his underwear. Climbing into your bed felt like falling into a cloud. You could feel your eyes closing as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Kiba wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body to him tightly. “I love you, Y/n.”

You barely heard him through your exhaustion and a yawn escaped you. Kiba chuckled and rolled you toward him, smiling as you tucked your head into his chest. “You know, love, you’re cute when you’re half asleep like this.”

You slowly looked up at him and felt your cheeks growing warm. “Stop it. I am not. Now go to sleep, Inuzuka.”

Kiba snickered and kissed your forehead. “It may be pitch black in here, but I can still see you blushing.”

You playfully slapped his chest, fighting back another yawn as you tried hard to keep your eyes open.

Kiba’s teasing words continued as he fought with his own eyelids. “Why are you so blushy tonight?” He ran a hand through your hair and pushed it behind your ears. “It’s not like you have any reason to be.”

You buried your face further into his chest and took in his familiar scent. “Kiba Inuzuka, I swear to god. I’ll get Akamaru to drag you out of this bed.”

Kiba began to plant kisses all over you again, ignoring all your squirming to continue his assault.

You lifted your head and opened your mouth, shouting out Akamaru’s name. You watched the look on Kiba’s face change, knowing full well that Akamaru would have no problem listening to you and doing so.

Kiba stopped and hugged you tightly again, closing his eyes to show you that he was finished. “Alright, I’m done. Let’s go to sleep.”

You laughed at him and closed your own eyes again, sleep threatening to take over any second now. And as Kiba spoke one last time he realized that you weren’t going to answer him. Your quiet, even breathing was telling him that you had finally fallen asleep. “Good night, my angel. I love you.”

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sheabuttahwrites · 3 years

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Don’t get comfortable In love. People fall out. Sometimes People lie. With malice or none. Stay on your toes anyway. Speak your mind. Take nothing at face value. Ever. Even if it’s right in your face. Always read the fine print. Because People lie. And they’re good at it. So Don’t get comfortable.

Fine Print [Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Black Plus Size OC]

Short Story Genre: Romance-Drama Warnings: 18+, Explicit Language, Sexual Content image|x|

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Cleaning day used to come once a week for me, usually on Sundays, but now it was just about every day. Especially with an eleven month old one-woman wrecking crew in the house. Anything there was to be grabbed and pulled down, it was pulled. Anything there was to be picked up and tossed around, it was tossed. Even with all of the babyproofing we had done, she still found some way to make a mess. It was impressive to say the least. She was also crawling all over the place and pulling herself up onto everything within her short reach. So I had to make sure to keep every surface properly sanitized for her busy little body. I think it was safe to say that my baby girl would be walking any day now. Maybe even before her first birthday. I couldn't wait. My excitement to see those chubby little legs carry her around was immeasurable.

I had just put my Raya down for a nap and I was heading to the next task: straightening up my and the hubby’s bedroom. Today was my weekly deep cleaning day. So far, I’d knocked out the foyer, kitchen, family room, and nursery. The bathrooms were the only other areas remaining on my list. I’d have to get to the rest of the house another time. I wasn't even done with today’s batch and I was already beat. Thankfully, Isaiah was in the kitchen making us a late lunch. I just hoped he wasn’t erasing all of my hard work.

“Big Stunna!” I heard him call from up front. Which only meant one thing; his best friend, Yahya, was on the phone. “Where you at now, boy?”

I laughed to myself, pulling the fitted sheet from one corner of the bed, so grateful that Raya wasn't a light sleeper. Otherwise, I would've been all over his head. I was walking around to the last stubborn pocket when he stepped into the room with me.

“Hey, babe. Yah’s off tour,” he announced, wearing a huge smile and holding his phone toward me. I shared in his joy. It had been a long two months since we’d seen him, and I knew he was on the way. “He wanted to holla at you real quick.”

I excitedly took the phone from his hand, so ready to speak. “Superstar!”

“Aye, baby.” The drum of his heavy, silky smooth voice instantly warmed every inch of my skin, testing my strength. I kept my composure, but my heart definitely fluttered. In that moment, I had never been so thankful for my inability to visibly blush.

“What’s up?”

“Rain, I’m coming home.”

“How was everything? I bet it was so amazing, huh? You know what, we’ll talk about all that when you get here. You are coming soon, right?”

He had been on the road with H.E.R., Masego, Giveon, and Ari Lennox for the past four months capturing some of the most beautiful pictures and video for them.

“I’ll be there tomorrow.”

I lit up hearing the news. I mean, I was damn near fluorescent. I wasn't expecting him to say twenty-four hours. “He’s coming tomorrow, babe. I can't wait to see you.”

“I’m not leaving again without you.”

Shock widened my eyes slightly as a massive lump sprung into my throat, trapping my air for a second. Unable to catch it once it was on the move again, I huffed noisily from my mouth, but thought to disguise it as a laugh. “Just make sure you call us as soon as you get here.”

I carried on smiling with my husband, obviously struggling to keep up a facade that didn't at all match what was being said to me. I just prayed nothing too telling was creeping through in my features. My heart was racing. Zay was standing so close and I didn't need him to hear a single word of our exchange. His grin hadn't fallen, but that still wasn't enough to put my nerves completely at ease. What in the world would possess Yahya to talk this way when he knew I wasn't alone? His initial greeting had thrown me, but I assumed that maybe he’d slipped or something. This was uncharted territory for me. I wasn't quite sure how I would navigate the rest of this conversation, but I knew I had to be quick on my feet. Ruthlessness was his chosen portion today.

“Aight. Casey’s picking me up from the airport, I’m going to her spot to change and drop my bags, then we all meeting up to eat.”

“Ok. We’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“You heard what I said, right?”

“Yeah,” was all I could come up with. So much for being quick on my feet.

“I need you here to experience this shit with me. I’ve tried every single thing in my power, from the largest to the most insignificant, that I thought would help me at least start to let you go. Nothing worked. I’m tapped, baby. I don't know what else to do.”

I diverted my eyes to the floor, shook. I could feel myself nearing a point where I would no longer be able to uphold this charade. So my only choice was to bow out right now before it all came crashing down. “Well, I don't wanna hold you up. I’m sure you probably have to pack and everything. Plus I need to get these sheets into the washer. Let’s finish catching up tomorrow.”

“Before you go, listen to me, Rain… I don't wanna keep doing this. I can’t keep doing this.”

( ch. 1 )

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clouditae · 3 years

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First Love | 12

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You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

Ari opens the door, tossing her backpack to the floor. You weren’t expecting her to come back so early that when the door loudly creaks from the force of the door opening, you jump in surprise. She looks to you with a triumphant look on her face as she practically yells with the door still closing, “I got an A on my fucking paper!” The door slams shut as she does a weird and awkward dance.

“Good job. I knew you could do it,” you congratulate, saving your work on your computer.

Ari kicks her backpack with no care in the world as to what she has inside. “Let’s celebrate,” she extolls, pulling off her hoodie and tossing it on her bed.

You turn your body to the left where she stands, picking up her backpack and putting it on her bed. “Celebrate?”

“Yeah. It’s Friday, I got a well deserved grade after almost breaking my wrist, and I am in the mood for some good food and a drink or seven.”

“What about Hoseok?” Ever since Hoseok and Ari got together, they’ve been inseparable. You sometimes wonder if you’ll be like that when you get a boyfriend. All couples eventually spend time separately, right? You sometimes feel really disappointed in yourself for not knowing a lot when it comes to relationships.

“He’s staying after class with some of his classmates to study for a test that ends tonight,” she says, disbelief evident in her tone.

“Why hasn’t he taken the test yet?”

“I don’t know? He seemed really nervous about this test, so all he’s done is study like there’s no tomorrow. I hope he takes it soon because the longer he waits, the harder it will be to answer questions as time ticks by.” Ari shakes her head, walking to her closet and opening the door. “Are you going in sweats?” She looks at you through the mirror.

You blink at her. “We’re actually going?”

She scoffs, “Yeah. I wasn’t joking, Y/N.” She pulls out a red spaghetti strap and a black jacket. Removing her shirt, she slips on her top. “I want food and some drinks.”

You sigh, “Can’t we just order takeout and sneak some alcohol in?”

“And get in trouble?”

You stare at her, contemplating if sneaking alcohol is really worth it. Groaning, you get up from your seat. “How far are we going?” You walk to your closet, opening the door to grab your jeans and whatever black shirt you first grab. There is no patience when it comes to picking outfits. You just blindly pick and go and hope it looks nice on you.

“It’s only down the street,” she exclaims, taking a set at her desk to fix her makeup at her little mirror. Changing clothes, you realize you put on a turtleneck. You didn’t know you have this type of shirt in your closet. You’ve seen a lot of professional looks with turtlenecks, but you can’t remember buying this and found no reason to wear it. “That’s a cute look,” Ari suddenly says, her body turned towards you. You watch her get up from her seat, making her way towards you. She unbuttons your pants and pushes the lower half of your shirt in your pants. “You’ll look even cuter like this. Plus you have a nice ass, so show it off.” Your hands unconsciously go to your butt, suddenly feeling self conscious. Ari buttons your pants and tells you, “No one will look. You’ll be sitting the whole time.” She pulls your shirt out just a bit to give it a baggy look. “There. Now your cute ass will get attention, but you’ll just look like you’re not interested and they’ll be sad not to have the opportunity to speak to the gorgeous Y/N.”

Ari just seems to have a way with words.

After a few more minutes of double checking for everything, the two of you leave your dorm and head the usual route towards the front parking lot. As you pass Yoongi and Hoseok’s door Ari yells, “Let’s go get you drunk and a boyfriend, Y/N!”

You place your hand over her mouth. “Why are you yelling?” you whisper, checking behind you to see if anyone heard her.

Ari removes your hand from over her mouth. “I’m showing Yoongi you’re better off without him,” she replies, the two of you walking past the stairwell and into the hallway where the exit to the front is.

“What makes you think Yoongi is even in his room?” The two of you are halfway down the hall when the sound chatter can be heard as you pass a group of doors.

Ari shrugs. “The dude never goes anywhere besides class and his room right?” You don’t know yourself. A majority of the time you spent with him was either in his room or somewhere else that not many people from campus went to. “I want him to know you’re about to get dicked down and he’s missing out on a fine ass girl.”

“I’m about to what?” What does that even mean?

Ari laughs as the two of you exit the building and head down the stairwell. “Not today obviously, but it’s to make him jealous.”

“We don’t even know if he likes me,” you counter, following a group of students walking towards the front gate entrance.

“Opposites attract, Y/N.”

“I’m attracted to him, but that doesn’t mean he’s attracted to me.”

Ari loops her arm through yours. “You never know. He might have a crush on shy, innocent types.”

“Wishful thinking, Ari,” you say, shaking your head as the two of you reach the sidewalk and make your way up towards the bar that sits at the corner. There are a few other students a bit up ahead making their way towards the bar as well, their loud chatter can be heard from where you and Ari walk.

“So, how’s your project coming along? Don’t you have like two weeks left?” The two of you pass a hotel. The neon light hanging on the window to the reception flickers every few seconds. Everything is quiet in that building until you pass the seafood restaurant where you can see a few people laughing from the window. It looks more lively than the hotel.

“It’s going great surprisingly.” You rub your arm for a little more warmth. “I just have to finish my body and conclusion and then sum it a bit more for the poster.”

“Damn. So you’ll have it done earlier than anyone when it comes to projects,” Ari whistles.

“People finish their projects a week or more before the due date,” you say, the two of you are now closer to the bar where you know heat will be.

“People who are smart finish weeks before. The rest of us procrastinate,” she laughs, shaking her head. The bar is now within a few feet when Ari says through chattering teeth, “We’re running. I can’t do this anymore.” You don’t have much of an option as she begins to jog towards the building, dragging you with her. Pushing through the door the smell of nachos and burgers invade your senses, your stomach rumbling in hunger. Ari removes her arm from around yours, pushing you towards the seating area. “Go find us a table. I’ll grab the food and drinks.”

Walking further into the building, you look around for an empty table. The walls where the tables and booths occupy are yellow while the brick wall has the kitchen and cashier against it. You scan the room in search of someone leaving, but to your luck you don’t have to look long until you find an empty booth at the far end of the room. You make your way over as another group of people get up from their table, gathering their backpacks after what looks like studying. You take a seat just as Ari makes her way over holding two bottles.

As Ari takes a seat across from you, she hands you the clear bottle with a green substance inside and says, “Flavored alcohol tastes so much better. Plus you’ll want more.”

Thanking your roommate, you take the glass and take a swig of it. It tastes like apples. “Has Hoseok started his test yet?”

“Yeah. When I last texted him, he was getting ready to start the test. He’s nervous and I told him you said "good luck”. He gave me one of those crying faces.“

"I hope he passes,” you mutter as you bring the rim of the glass to your lips. After another drink you add, “Is he coming here after his test or will he just go back to his room?”

Ari thinks for a moment, opening her mouth to answer when the speaker above says, “Ari, please come to the front. Your order is ready.”

She gets up and makes her way to the counter at the front where your food is waiting. From afar you watch her grab the tray, say a few words to the worker and make her way back to your table. “He’s just going to go back to the dorms. He sounded tired over the phone when we last talked,” she answers, putting the tray down and taking her seat.

On the tray is a plate of a greasy cheeseburger and fries; the other plate has nachos with jalapenos. “You got a burger, too?”

“Yeah. I was just going to get nachos for the both of us because it’s a lot, but I was craving a burger, too.” She shrugs. “We’ll share both and have the night of our lives.” You chuckle, grabbing a chip with a jalapeno barely hanging on by the string of cheese that’s attempting to escape from your mouth.

You grab the plate that holds the burger and fries, pulling it towards you. Picking up the knife that’s placed between the fries and greasy stack, you cut the burger in half, careful to not give one side more than the other. “Midterms are starting in two weeks, do you know if all your classes will have them or just some?” you ask, pushing the plate back to the middle for Ari to reach.

She groans, “All of them are going to have a midterm. One of them is a fucking paper that has to be seven pages long.”

“Seven? Which class is that?” You also wonder when she was given the information about the paper, and how long she originally had to write it. Ari is a big procrastinator. If she can avoid doing work immediately, she will and give herself a few days to work on it with all the stress jumping at her.

She shoves a few fries in her mouth in an aggressive manner. “Modern Asia,” she answers, mouth full of chewed up food. “He gave us this big list of documents we need to pick from and watch. Then we have to write a paper on it and answer the questions he has for them. There are seven documents on six different countries.”

“Which one are you picking?” You grab a few nacho chips, flipping it so that the cheese wraps around and coats the chip more.

“Uzbekistan.” She grabs half of the burger, taking a bite out of the corner. “The People, History, and Culture of Uzbekistan to be more specific. It’s on YouTube so it won’t be a mission to find the video, but a big distraction because it’s on YouTube.” Ari takes another bite, bigger this time, of her burger. “This is really good.” She looks up to you. “Should I buy another one?”

“We haven’t made a dent in the nachos yet. Plus we still have the fries to finish,” you inform, clearly shocked that Ari’s ready for more.

“Take a bite of the damn burger and you’ll know what I mean,” she commands, gesturing to your half that sat on your plate in all its glory.

You roll your eyes, doing as told. You can’t deny that it smells amazing and your mouth waters at the endless possibilities as to what it’ll taste like. When you take that bite, it’s like taking a bite out of heaven. Sure you’re being over dramatic, but you totally understand Ari wanting to buy another one. “I’ll go get one,” you tell her, getting up from your seat and taking your bag with you while Ari laughs.

You get to the back of the small line, opening your bag and pulling out your wallet. “Next in line,” a voice calls from behind the counter. You take a step forward, now being two people behind before you’re called. You have to double check to make sure you brought your money with you. There were a few times when you just leave your money at home and have to go the day without eating when you’re stuck on campus all day. You get lucky sometimes when Ari would bring you your missing items. The worker calls for the next customer to come up.

“Y/N?” You look behind you to see a familiar face. A familiar face with a name you cannot remember. It’s your partner during beer pong. The handsome guy who any person would want to date. He’s easygoing and funny and friendly, and you cannot remember his name.

“Hey,” you say, trying your best not to sound lost because his name is not coming to mind. “How are you?”

“Good, good. A friend of mine and I were tired from studying, so we decided to come here for a few drinks and some food.” A voice calls for the next person; the two of you move up. “What about you?”

“My friend got an A on her paper. She wanted to go out and celebrate.”

“That’s awesome! I’d do the same if I were her,” he laughs, his smile actually making your heart race as he runs his fingers through his jet black locks.

“Hey, Hanbin,” a male voice calls, coming up to the line. Hanbin. That’s his name. “There’s no empty tables. You just wanna eat outside or bounce?”

“Really? Ah, man.” You watch as Hanbin looks around the building in hopes of someone leaving their table.

“You can eat with us,” you say before you can even stop yourself from letting the words escape your mouth.

Hanbin and his friend look at you. “Really?” the stranger asks.

You can’t say no. You already messed up, and saying no will only make you look like a jerk. “Yeah.” Good job Y/N.

“We don’t want to impose,” Hanbin tells you, looking a little nervous.

“It’s okay.” Where is all this false confidence coming from? “It’s up to you if you want,” you say, turning around and pointing in the direction you and Ari are sitting. “We’re over there if you want to join.”

“Next in line.”

You turn back around and make your way up to the cashier. You give your order for the second burger you and Ari are about to devour, paying and making your way towards your booth where Ari finishes her half of the burger. “I messed up,” you rush, grabbing your drink and placing it on her side of the table.

“Messed up? What’d you do?” Ari asks, suddenly being pushed further in the booth as you scoot in. “What are you doing?”

“Remember Hanbin? The boy I told you was my partner at the party?” You grab the plates and pull them closer to the two of you.

“Yeah?”

“Well he was standing in line behind me and we had small talk and the next thing I know, I invited him and his friend to sit with us,” you profess in a shaky voice.

“You just invited two guys over?” she asks in an ambivalent tone.

You can see her from the corner of your eye staring at you as you babble, “Yes.”

Her hand moves to her chest. “Has my little Y/N grown up?”

You turn to look at her in surprise. “You’re not mad?”

She laughs, “No. Why would I be?”

“Because you’re dating Hoseok and it’ll look bad if someone saw you chatting with a guy?” Isn’t that how it works? You’ve seen it in movies and it always leads to problems—eventually solved.

“Hoseok trusts me just like I trust him. I’d never cheat on him, and we’re not stopping each other from having opposite sex friends.” She shrugs, looking behind you. “Is that them?”

You turn to look in the direction her eyes are focused on. Hanbin and his friend stand by the soda fountain, getting their drinks. “Yeah. The boy with the green jacket is Hanbin and I don’t know the other guy’s name,” you confess, wondering if it’s rude to not introduce yourself. Then again, he didn’t either.

Ari’s voice is now closer to you as she speaks, “Don’t tell Hoseok but he’s really cute. Why not date him? Tall, fit and handsome? That’s a whole package.” She suddenly gasps, “His package must be—”

You cover her mouth with your hand. “Do not finish that sentence,” you sputter, glancing around to see if anyone heard you. To your luck no one’s paying attention to you and your perverted friend.

Aris swats your hands away. “He’s cute, Y/N. And if he comes over and sits with us, then he’s interested in you, too.”

“Or he’s looking for a seat because there is none,” you counteract, grabbing a nacho and shoving it in your mouth. “Also, I’m not interested in him.”

“Guess we’ll see.” A voice speaks over the speaker, calling your name. “Time to devour a delicious burger.” She slaps her hand on your shoulder, pushing you out of the booth.

Groaning, you get up and make your way to the pick-up counter, telling the person your name and getting your order. “Are you sure it’s okay?” Hanbin asks, suddenly appearing next to you to grab his own order.

You almost jump, gripping the plate tighter. He looks to you unsure if he’s allowed to follow. You can feel your heart racing. This is strange. Ari’s words are just getting to you. “Yeah,” you swallow, looking anywhere but at him. “It’s fine.” You are not growing feelings for him.

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I really wanted to eat some chicken strips,” he laughs, his voice sounding smoky.

Oh God you like him.

You, Hanbin and Matthew, he tells you, shaking your hand so enthusiastically, make your way towards your booth. Ari is busy stuffing her face with fries to even notice you three until you set the plate down and take a seat next to her. She looks up, eyes wide and fries sticking out of her mouth. Thankfully she waves rather than talk with her mouth full of food. Matthew gets in first followed by Hanbin.

“Uh.” You glance at Ari who quickly chews on her food. “This is my friend and roommate, Ari.” You point to Matthew. “Ari, this is Matthew and this is Hanbin,” you finish, pointing to the boy in front of you.

“Hello,” Ari starts, once she’s chewed and swallowed her fries, “I’m really hungry, and these fries are good.”

Matthew gasps, “They are.” He turns to Hanbin. “I told you this place has some fucking good food.”

Ari looks to Hanbin as if he offended her. “You’ve never been here before?” He looks at her with a lost expression. He clearly doesn’t know how to respond. To his luck, however, he doesn’t have to as Ari adds, “It’s a good thing you have a friend like Matthew to introduce you to nirvana.”

The brunette haired boy snaps his fingers, pointing to your friend. “Exactly.”

“What’s your major?” Ari asks, grabbing the second plate that has the burger to cut it in half.

“Biomedical sciences,” he answers, taking a bite out of his taco.

“Oh? That sounds interesting. What exactly do you study?” Ari rests her arms on the table, leaning forward. The burger no longer exists to her.

“Just kind of the understanding of biological and chemical systems of the human body. What about you?”

“Linguistics, and Y/N here is a photography major.”

Matthew’s eyes are now on you. “Oh another art type.”

“Art type?” you question, finally taking bites out of your half of the first burger.

“Yeah. Photography creates art; stand-still pieces. There’s art galleries for photography, right?” Matthew glances between you and Ari.

“Yeah, I believe so,” Ari replies, popping a fry into her mouth.

“Plus Hanbin here is also an art type,” he begins, nudging his friend with his elbow, “Film.”

“You’re a film major?” You look to him, completely invested in his stories you want him to tell.

He gives you a shy smile. “Yeah.”

And just like that the rest of the night is a blur. You four eat and definitely drink. Ari and Matthew are drunk while you and Hanbin are buzzed. You mainly have conversations with Hanbin half the time the four of you sit. The two of you talk about film and photography—things you do and try to make your work look better. Eventually Matthew’s girlfriend comes and picks him up. Ari gushes at how cute she is and you have to apologize for how… gushy she is. Matthew’s girlfriend doesn’t seem to mind much as she smiles and walks a drunk Matthew out of the building.

After a while you and Hanbin decide it’s time to head out. Hanbin offers to walk you back to your dorm, and rather than politely decline his offer you say, “Please.”

Now you and Hanbin are chuckling at Ari as she whines about how much she loves Hoseok. Reaching your room you unlock the door for Ari to stumble in and get ready for bed. You keep the door cracked open as you look back at Hanbin.

“Thank you for the walk back.”

He shakes his head. “No problem. With everyone being drunk, you never know who’s trying to start something.”

You smile. “Still, I appreciate it.”

His smile is even bigger as he points to the way you just come from. “So I can head back the way we came?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Guess I should head out. Be sure to give Ari some water and medicine for her headache if she gets one.” You nod. “We should do this again,” he says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Definitely. Goodnight and have a safe drive home,” you say, voice quieter than before.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he mumbles, and it’s so sudden.

An instant that makes your heart race and realization hit as he presses his lips to your forehead, leaving before you can say anything. You touch the spot where his lips met your skin.

You have a crush on him.

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delimeful · 4 years

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taking the fall (1)

BTHB: Framed

decided to return to my borrower roots for this BTHB prompt! it was fun to work in a 'verse like this again.

warnings: snakes, injury, captivity, janus being a little bit of a prick, using 'it' for a person

Virgil should have known something was up from the moment Roman wasn’t there to greet him at their normal rendezvous point.

It was a little alcove between the roots of a sapling on the border between the oversized apartment building and the small forest Virgil called home. The perfect compromise for soft insiders that were terrified of local wildlife and outies like him that wouldn’t be caught dead in a human building.

He’d waited there for about two marks after their normal arranged meeting time, and when someone had finally arrived, he’d been on the brink of irritability. It hadn’t lasted long, not in the face of the other borrower’s clear panic and weariness.

“What’s going on?” he’d asked, and was then treated to a rambling, half-incoherent explanation about how Roman was desperately sick and hurt, and they couldn’t find any human medicine but they knew he had to have something up his sleeve, right?

He’d tried to ask for symptoms, make it clear that he would have to figure out exactly how sick Roman was before finding the necessary herbs to treat it, but the other borrower-- what was her name? Elli? Ari?-- was persistent and desperate, and hurried him into the apartment despite his protests. He’d even had to leave his spear behind to fit in the walls properly.

Despite his complaints, he wouldn’t leave a friend in need just because they were stuck in a bean’s walls. So he went, and he was so intent on mentally taking stock of his current medicine supply that he only barely noticed when the insider-- Mari? That sounded closer.-- led him to a crack in the wallpaper that led directly into one of the human’s homes.

He’d dug in his heels there, but only for as long as it took her to weave a story about Roman being stuck under a television stand and too weak to be towed back to the nearest exit. Like an idiot, he’d believed it, too consumed with worry to question her further. If Roman, master of putting up a facade of bravado, had admitted he didn’t think he could make it to an exit, things were worse than he thought.

He’d swallowed down his nerves about being so out of his comfort zone in the name of helping Roman and maybe even doing something that would make the insiders stop looking at him like something scraped off a human’s shoe. Relatively speaking, he’d felt pretty good about it even.

Then, as they sidestepped past the faucet in the kitchen, a pair of hands firmly shoved against his back, hard enough that he didn’t have a chance to recover.

And now he was here, in the bottom of a human’s shiny, slick-sided sink, leg throbbing, looking up at the insider who’d put him there.

“Sorry,” she had the gall to say, “but I don’t have any other choice.”

Virgil may have been gritting his teeth against the pain, but he always had time to snark. “Really? You hate me so much that you had to do all this?” Insiders. Couldn’t even get their own hands dirty.

“What? No.” The borrower’s expression was hard to make out from all the way up on the counter, but her tone was incredulous. “No, I just needed-- I was seen. You get it?”

“I get that you’re out of your mind,” he bit back. “Don’t you people have a rule for that? I thought you were supposed to move out, not push someone into a sink!”

“It’s hardly even spring, and we don’t have enough supplies to make it!” the backstabber protested. “We’re not outies, and if this human doesn’t get what he wants, he could call pest control on all of us, not just me. He threatened it, even.”

“So that makes it okay to offer me up like some sacrificial lamb?” Virgil rolled onto hands and knees, and then bit back a whimper as he hurriedly kept all pressure off his left leg. Standing was out of the question.

“It’s for the good of all of us. And if you ever cared about Roman even a little bit, you’ll follow our rules for once and keep your mouth shut when he finds you.”

Virgil went still. “Was he in on this? Roman?”

Mari’s voice turned sorrowful. “Roman’s already gone. He was the first one to vanish, probably to this very human and his wretched snakes.”

“Snakes?” Virgil asked, his voice pitching embarrassingly high. And then, as his heart dropped, “Roman’s gone?”

Mari continued on, half to herself. “If he were still here, though, he’d be on my side. I don't know what he was thinking, cavorting around with you, but he knows that I’m just doing what’s best for the colony. We have children to look after.”

She took a step forward as she spoke, and then another, and Virgil felt his heart jump into his throat. “Don’t leave!”

He bristled helplessly at the pity-filled look she gave him, not halting her slow progression back across the counter ledge. “Like I said, it’s for the best. You’re not getting out of this, and me staying here would just give you false hope. I’m sure the human will be home soon, so just… try and come to terms with things.”

“Come to terms with things?!” Virgil howled as she finally vanished from sight. “You’re literally leaving me here to certain death for your own selfish ends! I could… I could help you move. I know how to travel safely, find food, for thunder’s sake don’t just leave me here!”

There was no response to his pleas, not even the sound of her footsteps across the counter. Roman wore soft cloth coverings to muffle his footsteps, Virgil remembered somewhat hysterically. He couldn't remember how far the exit was. How reassuring that even if he managed to get out of the sink, he wouldn’t know the first thing about surviving in a human house.

He was so fucked.

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Janus sighed as he shoved his apartment door up slightly, twisting the knob and pushing it open so that the hinges didn’t make a sound. His footsteps were immediately muffled by the rug he’d placed at the door.

Just a few of the… security measures he’d come up with.

Really, if the little thieves living in the walls had any brains at all, they should’ve long ago memorized his schedule. Seeing as they avoided his traps so effectively, he didn’t have much hope of randomly catching one unawares.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t try. If he was lucky, he would at least unsettle them with how stealthy he could be.

Four steps into the living room, he heard it. A tiny clink, just barely audible past the fan lazily rotating overhead. It was coming from the kitchen.

He set his bag down, a disbelieving smile flitting over his face. Were they really that stupid, to steal food from his apartment when there were safer targets in practically any of the other units?

All the better for him, he supposed.

Carefully, slowly, he approached the other room, pausing to listen in the doorway. He didn’t see any movement on the counters, but…

Miracle of miracles, the noise came again. Janus recognized it this time— the sound of glass on metal. It was a dish being moved in the sink. He wondered for a moment if maybe it was just a small animal that had snuck in. Why would one of them be in the sink, after all?

He crept closer, and peered over the edge of the counter. Despite his doubts, it was a tiny person, slowly pushing one of the crumb-covered dishes towards the other side of the sink, where a small tower of dishware was building up. Janus couldn’t see a hook. The little creature didn’t seem to have any supplies at all, actually.

“Stuck, are we?” he asked, finally breaking his silence.

The tiny person jumped like a startled cat, and in the next moment, they were already trying to scramble up the makeshift stairs to freedom. Janus reached out and grabbed one of the glasses in the sink, plonking it over the little creature. “Not so fast.”

He took a moment to lean against the counter and observe them closer as they backed up to the far edge of the cup. Clearly handmade clothing, dark hair and sun-tanned skin, a badly-hidden limp from some injury in their left leg.

“You're not the one from before,” he mused out loud. “I don’t think they’d be dumb enough to trap themselves like this.”

That tiny expression darkened for a moment, but still not a word. Janus sighed, and decided that this was going to require more preparation than a glass, unless he wanted to suffocate the tiny stranger. He straightened up and walked out of the kitchen without a word.

One closet-scouring later, he’d found his prize and set it up in his bedroom, with only a little extra decoration for mockery purposes.

When he returned, the tiny person was pretending not to have moved, though the glass had clearly been shifted perilously close to the edge of the plate. Janus wasted no time in picking up the plate, glass, and passenger.

The tiny stranger dropped to hands and knees to brace themself, and Janus did try to make sure his steps were smooth so as to not agitate their wound. He wasn’t a complete monster.

Once he reached his room, it was simple enough to transfer them from the glass to the old terrarium he’d prepared. They made a lunge for his sleeves, as though to latch on, but between their injured state and Janus’s experience with snakes, he was quick enough to avoid them.

He clicked his tongue, but the moment he’d removed himself from the terrarium, the tiny person had ceased to focus on him completely. They immediately hobbled to press their back against the glass, staring at the fake plastic plants inside as though… Hm.

Janus tapped the glass, eliciting a flinch-glare combination. “There’s nothing alive in there but you. Relax a little.”

If looks could kill, Janus would have been dead twice over. He ignored the glare. “I know you can talk, so let’s skip the part where you pretend to be mute, shall we? You’re a new face, but I’m assuming you know who I am.”

Still no response. Janus rolled his eyes. “I suppose I don’t need you to be talkative if I’m going to be using you as a hostage.”

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Virgil couldn’t help the harsh laugh that bubbled out of him, shaking his head sharply like that would reverse the sound. What a joke.

“Care to share?” That oil-slick voice again.

The human looming over him waited patiently for an explanation, and Virgil scowled. He couldn’t imagine that Roman had done well under such pressure. The guy loved the sound of his own voice.

The thought felt harsher, now that he knew Roman was… dead. He’d never hear him again.

He shuddered, glancing back over his shoulder at the fake greenery around him. If this wasn’t where the snakes were kept, then where were they?

It occurred to him that he could ask. What was stopping him? Loyalty to rules that had already been broken? To someone who had already been killed by this very human?

“The snakes,” he said, voice barely there. He tried again. “Where are the snakes?”

“Oh? You know about them,” the human seemed pleased, sickeningly enough. “How about this, you answer my question, and I’ll answer yours.”

Virgil hesitated, but it wasn’t like the answer was giving all that much away. “You found me in a sink. No gear. Injured. You think the ones who put me there are going to give you anything? I’m not some valuable hostage. Just let me go.”

"I see." The human’s face had shifted somewhat, but it only assessed him for a moment longer before turning to the large, glass boxes nearby. It reached into one.

“They outgrew that old terrarium years ago, now I’ve got a much fancier set for them over here.”

The sentence seemed like nonsense, until the human returned with a snake wrapped around its wrist. Virgil froze, staring at the vibrant green coils as they shifted.

“This is Jekyll,” the human said, as though Virgil cared to be introduced to those beady yellow eyes. Though, it didn’t look large enough to eat an entire borrower. Virgil had faced larger garden snakes. “He’s the timid sort, no claim to the doctor title unfortunately.”

He watched the human rummage around in the other terrarium, and come back out with a much larger snake. He felt the blood drain from his face as the pale, patterned snake was brought closer.

“And this,” the human said, carefully running a finger along it's spine, “is Hyde. She’s a little moodier, as boas tend to be.”

Virgil slowly shifted back, knowing logically that there was glass between him and the creature, but also that the human could change that at any time. Had changed it, in Roman’s case. It was only a matter of when.

The human tracked his motion, head tilted in an uncanny parody of his snakes.

“I don’t let them wander loose in the household,” it said, finally. “They won't hurt you, despite what your friends may have told you.”

I only had one friend, Virgil thought, not stopping until he’d found the back corner of the cage, and that’s exactly why I don’t believe you.

He drew his limbs up around himself, silent, and waited until the human finally left him alone to start tending his wounds.

The more advantages he had for his escape, the better.

#sanders sides #g/t #borrowers #ts virgil #ts janus #ttf #taking the fall #writing #my writing #bthb #injury tw #ask to tag #angst #i guess?#i spent like an hour looking up snakes for this one #snakes tw

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imanativeofswlondondahling · 4 years

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Becoming A Stark? (1) Peter Parker X Stark! Fem Reader

A/N: This will eventually be a Peter Parker X Stark! femReader. However, there was backstory needed so Peter won’t be introduced until Chapter Six. This takes place after Iron Man 3 but before AOU. However time is wishy washy and will pass in weird ways so lol opps. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

Word Count: 3073

Warnings: Swearing

You feel it in your soul that you will hate Tony Stark for the rest of your life. It doesn’t matter that you’re related to him. It doesn’t matter that you’re his daughter. He ripped you from everything you’ve ever known. You were happy living with your grandparents. Sure they were getting up there in age, but you were happy. You had a life, you had friends, hell you had been working on moving forward with your crush and were hoping to have a date to homecoming this year. But all of that was ruined the day that Tony Stark waltzed through your front door. You can’t help but think back to that interaction.

“Nana, who’s this?”

“Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, philanthropist, Iron Man, to name a few things. I’d offer a hand but that’s not something I normally do. I guess, maybe I should due to the circumstances but…” It’s not the first time you’ve seen his face. The Avengers have saved New York a few times, but it is the first time you’ve seen him up close. The dark haired stranger trails off and you’re put off by his attitude alone. Why was someone this stuck up standing in your living room? So instead of saying anything, you turn your head back to your book. Tony decides to take a seat at the opposite end of the couch and tries again. “What are you reading?”

Instead of answering, you just hold up the book and let him read the cover. Once and Future, spelled out on the spine of the book that you had removed the book jacket from while you read. “Y/N, maybe put the book down for a few minutes. I think Mr. Stark-”

“Tony is fine.”

“I think Tony and you need to discuss something.” You hesitantly pick up the receipt you had been using as a bookmark and slide it into the book, not wanting to leave Ari Helix behind, but you wouldn’t be rude to your Nana on a good day. On a day that you had trudged through the snow in your converse, maybe, but not on purpose.

“I don’t know him. I don’t think we have anything to discuss.”

“You’re right, we don’t know each other yet, but I’m hoping that will change with everything that’s going to happen.”

“What’s going to happen?” You can feel your eyebrows fall towards your eyes as you feel as though something is about to change without your permission.

“Well Y/N, I’m… I’m your dad.”

“Bullshit.” You say quickly. “Tony Stark doesn’t have kids. And if he did, there would have been a fucking gossip blog screaming about it already.”

“Well you definitely have my mouth if nothing else.” Tony adds with a chuckle.

“I don’t have anything of yours, because you’re not my dad. I never want to see you again. Get the fuck out.” You push off the couch and turn to run off to your room.

“See that’s going to be a little tough seeing as you're supposed to come live with me.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” You turn on your heels, the anger building quickly. You’ve always been a bit of a hot head, but in this moment you don’t even try to control your temper. “I have a home, thank you very kindly. I don’t fucking know you. And I’m not looking to find a dad anytime soon.” The words spit out of you before you can stop any of them.

“See the thing is, you’re fourteen and I’m your dad. Custodially, you’re supposed to live with me.”

“See the thing is,” you mock before continuing, “You didn’t care for fourteen years, so I don’t give a shit what you think you’re supposed to be doing custodially.” You can’t help but add air quotes around the word custodially. It burns as it leaves your lips. He hasn’t cared about you for fourteen years, why start now?

“That’s because I didn’t know you existed Y/N. I found out about you twenty four hours ago and I’m stepping up now.” The words leave his mouth in an exasperated tone, but he doesn’t raise his voice.

“How?”

“How what?”

“How did you find out about me?”

“Your high school.”

“What?”

“When you registered for school they had your birth certificate. They needed more information. Since it listed me as your father, they reached out to Nat- to my assistant. It was quite the shock to me that my child’s school was reaching out to me, since I didn’t know I had a child but the timing adds up and looking at you, it makes a lot of sense.”

“You were listed on my birth certificate?” This question was aimed at your grandparents more than at Tony-your father.

“We didn’t know if it was true or not. Your mom was in a bad place when she had you Y/N. So we had to take everything she said with a grain of salt. Was she beautiful and loving and did she love you? Yes completely. But did a lot of what she said during that time make sense? No, not at all.” Your nana says as she sits down on the couch, rubbing her knee. It’s probably another bad day. If you leave, who will make sure Nana and Pops are ok?

“I can’t go with you.” You cross your arms as you speak to Ton-your father.

“Why not?” His eyebrow raises over his square glasses.

“‘Cuz someone has to help Nana and Pops around the house.”

“I’ll make sure there’s a nurse helping them. Or better we can move them into a nursing facility where they don’t have to go up and down a bunch of flights of steps all the time.”

“Why would you do that.” The question came out as a demand, especially since you don’t want to believe this man that’s taking you away from the only family you’ve ever known would do something… nice.

“Because they’re your family. I’m not heartless. Well I guess that depends on what your belief on science is and arc reactors are, but technically I do still have a heart underneath all of this.” He points to where you know there would be metal and lights under his suit. “But for right now, we need to focus on getting you to the tower.”

“What tower?”

“Avenger’s tower? It’s closer than Malibu? And in less shambles.”

“So you’re moving me from the home that I know and love, but you don’t even live where you’re moving me?”

“I live there a lot of the time. And the Avengers are there most of the time which means you’ll be very safe. But I do have to travel for business.”

“Then I’ll stay where I am thanks.” Tony goes to speak when Wallace goes off. The beeping is only jarring for him since you and your Nana are used to it going off at random times.

“What the hell is that?”

“That is Wallace.” You say, not clearing up anything. Hmmm, your Dexcom says you’re 205 and rising? You could have sworn you had insulin on board. So you unclip the pump from your side and tap the screen to enter your blood sugar. No correction needed.

“You good babydoll?” Your nana asks from across the living room.

“I’m good. I have insulin on board.”

“You’re diabetic?” Tony asks, putting two and two together.

“Yup. Have been since I was four.”

“And Wallace?” He asks hesitantly.

“Do you honestly care?” You say before rolling your eyes and walking towards the kitchen. Mentally, you slap yourself. You should have grabbed your book. Now you’ll either have to start a new one or wait until your father, you roll your eyes at even saying it, leaves so you can continue your space adventure. Walking down the hallway you enter your room and close the door behind you. All you want to do is shut out the bombshell that was dropped on you and not deal with it. But for some reason you get the feeling that Tony Stark, freaking Iron Man, isn’t one to just let things go.

Giving up on the idea of starting another book, you open your computer and click your Spotify to start playing the playlist you had paused this morning when you had left to run errands with Pops. You only have two weeks of summer left, so you had spent time getting school supplies and groceries before returning to the apartment. While Hitchin’ A Ride by Green Day starts playing, you open Twitter, hoping for anything to distract yourself. But somehow you find yourself on Tony Stark’s Twitter. It was less narcissistic that you imagined for him. Some retweets about Stark Industries, a few comical tweets about wanting a cheeseburger, and then a tweet from twenty four hours that just said HOLY SHIT in all caps and nothing else. Could that be about you? Closing out Twitter, you find yourself opening up your Tumblr to scroll as Lithium by Nirvana played. Or well you tried to scroll, but a knock on your door interrupts you.

“Can I come in?” Tony’s head peaks in.

“If I say no will you go?” You say without looking up.

“Probably not. The people in my inner circle say I’m fairly stubborn.”

“Hmm.” Is the only reply you give him. To be fair, a lot of your friends would say you’re stubborn too so it’s not that surprising that your father is too.

“I know you don’t like it kiddo-”

“Don’t call me kiddo.

“-but we do need to head to the Tower soon. Happy’s been parked downstairs for about as long as he’s allowed to be there.” Tony continues as if you hadn’t said anything. “So how about you pack up stuff you’ll need for the next few days and then I can send Happy and some other people to come get the rest later on?”

“You’re going to send people to pack up my stuff? You know how invasive that is?”

“Ok, I’ll send you over with them, you can pack it up and they’ll move it to the tower, it’s your choice. Or to Malibu if you’d rather. Well that is once the rebuild is done. Long story. But if you stay at the tower, you won’t have to change schools.”

“Yippee. Everyone at school will get to find out that Tony Stark is my father. How much fun will that be.” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm. “I definitely wanted to be ostracized my first year at high school. Thanks for making it even better than I could ever imagine high school being.”

“Look I know this isn’t a win/win scenario, but we can keep your name out of the press until your eighteen if you want. You’re a minor-”

“Yeah, but when the paparazzi see me coming out of the tower, that won’t tip them off.”

“I’ll have Happy drive you. There’s a garage entrance. No one will see you coming or leaving.”

“Great so I just have to give up my freedom. That’s even better than I imagined.”

“Y/N, I know this isn’t what you wanted, or even what you want, but I think we can come up with something that works in the long run. Plus I’m having Pepper, you’ll meet her later, take over SI so I won’t have to do as much. I can try to stay in New York as much as possible. Because no matter what happens, you’re my daughter and I want to know you.” You don’t say anything in response. “I hope one day, you feel similarly.” He says softly.

“I doubt it.” You say honestly.

“Well even if that’s the case, right now we do need to pack up some stuff to take to the tower for now. Want me to hel-” He starts to pick up a sweatshirt from the end of your bed and you snatch it from his hand as you reply.

“I’ve got it.”

“Y/N, we’re here.” Your father’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and you look at the non descript parking garage that is under what you assume is the tower. The man you’ve figured out is Happy, though he’s the exact opposite of Happy, opens your door and you climb out, knowing that Tony will be behind you. Happy goes to grab your bags from the trunk, but you stop him.

“I’ve got it.”

“It’s part of my job.”

“I don’t have an issue carrying my own stuff like some people.” From the trunk you lift out your purple backpack, the black rolling suitcase, and the canvas bag that’s filled with all your pump supplies, sensors, and insulin. You follow Tony and Happy towards an elevator.

“JARVIS take us to the main floors.”

“Certainly sir.” You look up expecting to see a face or something but there’s no one there.

“JARVIS is the AI that runs the whole tower. If you need anything JARVIS is the one to ask. If there’s specific food you want or if you need stuff for school or, well, anything really, just ask JARVIS. I’ll get you added to the levels of clearance that allow you to order anything that you want.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Part of you living with me is that I’m going to provide for you. JARVIS is part of providing for you. I’m not the best at remembering to like grocery shop or send the laundry out so JARVIS helps with that.”

“Send the laundry out? Do you not have a washer and dryer in this whole place?” You cock an eyebrow at how spoiled he sounds.

“We do, but there are other things that take time away from me.” You add continue to do my own laundry to the mental list of things that will make you different from your father. Tony notices the disapproval marked in his daughter’s face and hopes that maybe meeting the Avengers will make up for the disappointment he’s been to her so far. The doors open and in the living room Natasha and Clint are sitting watching a movie while Steve sits in a chair reading a book. “Where’s Code Green?”

“In the lab,” Steve comments, not looking up from the page he’s on.

“That’s Capsicle. Legolas is sitting next to Nat. Big Green is down in the lab and Point Break is currently back at home but you’ll meet him eventually, though hopefully not his brother.” At the sound of being introduced the three in the living room look up and see the girl standing next to Tony in surprise.

“Uh, Tony, are we taking pint size Avengers now?” Clint asks.

“I might be small, but I can kick your knees out just as easily.” You pull on the strap of your backpack, not really wanting to be in this room much longer.

“Ok, before you kick anyone’s knees out. This is not an Avenger recruit. This is Y/N Stark, my daughter.” Ok taking on his last name was something you were going to have to talk to him about because you were perfectly happy being Y/N Y/L/N, not this Y/N Stark bullshit.

“You have a kid?” Steve asks, genuine confusion spread across his face.

“I do. I didn’t know until yesterday, but I’m doing the right thing.” You can’t stop the snort that escapes you. Tony looks over at you.

“Sorry,” You say although you don’t mean it. “Can I es- go to my room?”

“‘Yes, you can escape to your room. I’ll show you where it is.”

“I got it boss. I think you have some people that need answers.” Happy offers. You’re silently relieved that Happy offered to show you. If you had to spend another minute with your dad, you might lose your mind. Happy walks you into the kitchen and opens the fridge as you go past it. You look at him, trying to figure out why he’s opening it. “Tony told me you’re diabetic. You have insulin that needs refrigeration right?”

“Oh, yeah I just didn’t know he told you.”

“Head of security. There’s not much he doesn’t tell me.” Happy turns them towards a staircase leading away from where all the Avengers are. “But you know if you need someone to talk to, or grab a cheeseburger with, there’s things he doesn’t have to know about.”

“I don’t eat meat, but I appreciate it, Happy.”

“He’s going to say you’re not his kid if you don’t eat cheeseburgers.” And for the first time since all of this started, you actually let out a laugh.

Tony’s head turns towards the sound of the laugh. It’s unfamiliar, but he wants to hear more of it. He’s missed fourteen years of your life, but he wants to make things better, he does. He’s just not sure how.

“So you found out you have a kid?” Steve asks, his book forgotten now.

“Yeah, yesterday I found out I had a fourteen year old and then it’s been a whole process of finding out that since she’s mine I have custody technically.”

“So you took her away from all she knows?” Natasha's voice comes softly from the couch.

“I guess you could say that.”

“Did you give her a choice?” Natasha asks, harsher this time. In her eyes anyone could see the remainders of another girl that was taken from all she ever knew and replaced with a hard boiled assassin.

“In the eyes of the state she doesn’t really have a choice.”

“So you didn’t give her a choice.”

“She’s got a medical condition that was costing her family thousands a month on top of her grandparents’ conditions. I’m helping!” Tony’s voice raises for the first time this afternoon since he tried to stay calm around his kid.

“You think you’re helping, but you’re taking her from the only life she’s ever known and I’m betting you gave her no choice in this. All you might get out of this is four years with her and then she disappears from your life.” Clint says softly, not trying to upset Tony, but also hearing the points that Natasha was bringing up.

“You’re going to have to work hard to make this worth it to Y/N, Tony.” Steve says before picking up his book.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #stark!reader #tony stark daughter #peter parker fan fiction #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fan fic #peter parker fanfic #peter parker x you #imanativeofswlondondahling #tony stark x daughter!reader

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strawbbfluff · 3 years

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Hi jade!! I hope you're happy as always bcs you deserve so :). BTW if you want, an idea just came into my mind about natsu getting gang tickled by lucy's celestial spirit (loke, taurus, capricorn, gemini, etc), It'll be overwhelming for natsu & satisfying for lucy lmao. Since this fic will have several lers, it's okay if you wanna write it slowly :)

this took so effing long and if it’s bad it’s cause i was unmotivated the whole time😄👋🏻 thanks for the request though!

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unfair // lee!natsu; lee!lucy; lers!celestial spirits

-> i didn’t feel comfortable with writing every celestial spirit, sorry💘

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“nahahahahahatsu! i sahahahahahaid gehehehehet OFF!” lucy heartfilia shrieked, giggling hysterically as a certain pink-haired dragon slayer had her pinned to her bed, tickling her silly. how did this start, one may ask.

*10 minutes earlier*

“hey luce! i managed to snag another s-class ques- hey… you good?” natsu stopped in his tracks, after once again breaking into his best friend’s apartment. however, what he didn’t expect to see was her pouting on her bed, crumpled pieces of paper scattered around the floor. lucy only huffed.

“i just can’t write!” the blonde mage cried out, kicking her legs (quite adorably, but natsu would never admit that) and frowning. natsu quirked an eyebrow.

“oh yeah? why do you think that is?” the fire wizard questions, reaching down to pick up one of the pieces of paper. he opens it, dramatically clearing his throat as he reads,

“the magical mermaid braided her beautiful blue hair happily as she watched her pink pet fish swim.”

“…”

“yeah okay, this is pretty bad,” natsu admitted sheepishly, tossing the paper into the trash. lucy sighed, nodding before laying back, defeated. she just had no inspiration today.

“well, y’know what i think?” natsu mused, walking over to his best friend’s slumped figure.

“…hm?” the celestial wizard responds, looking up at him with curious chocolate orbs. they were soon squeezed shut in laughter as natsu started scribbling his fingers all over her sensitive torso.

“i think you need to smile more, lucy!” natsu chuckled, lucy’s giggles extremely contagious.

*present time*

*WHACK!*

natsu had gone flying across the room, landing on the floor with a loud thud. rubbing his head, he sat up with a groan.

“jeez, what was that for?” he whined, the bump on his forehead throbbing. lucy only shrugged and crossed her arms.

“don’t tickle me next time, you nerd!”

“did i hear my princess being punished?” a sudden monotone voice asked, startling both wizards. lucy whipped her head around to see virgo standing next to her bed. the blonde squeaked in surprise.

“virgo?! what are you doing here?” lucy exclaimed, having not summoned any celestial spirits recently. however, that wasn’t her only surprise. in the room was also aries, leo, gemini, AND scorpio! what the heck?!

“you haven’t summoned us in awhile, so we came to check up on you,” aries murmured shyly, “although it looks like you’re having fun.”

“i always love seeing my beautiful lucy smile like that,” loke flirted smoothly, smirking when lucy blushed like a schoolgirl.

“well, i’m honored that you guys came to check on me, but unfortunately i’m busy dealing with this dork,” lucy stated, motioning towards natsu. he smiled cheerfully.

“was just helping to cheer her up! and now that that’s finished, i’m hungry,” natsu responded, starting to get up and head to lucy’s kitchen, though he was stopped in his tracks by… another lucy?

“lucy?? you have a TWIN?!” the pink-haired boy gaped, a sweat drop appearing at his forehead. lucy facepalmed.

“no, it’s just gemini, you dummy,” she answered, smiling at her spirit friends. admittedly, she had missed them.

“we don’t think miss lucy should get to have all the fun!” gemini added, as a scorpion tail was quickly wrapped around natsu, holding him in place.

“yeah, what goes around comes around right?” scorpio said coolly, grinning at natsu’s mortified reaction. virgo stepped up and inspected him.

“tell me princess, is your boyfriend ticklish as well?” virgo inquired. both natsu and lucy went beet red at that, for different reasons.

“he’s not my boyfriend! and i dunno, why don’t you- huh,” lucy sidetracked, placing a finger to her chin in thought. natsu? getting tickled by her spirits? wait… that was perfect!

“yeah, actually i think he is! why don’t you guys test it out?” the blonde challenged mischievously, shooting a devilish grin at her friend. ohhhh, if looks could kill.

“guys guys, we can talk about this, it really doesn’t have to be this wahahahahahahahaHEHEHEHEHEY!” natsu squealed, bursting into adorable chuckles as the curious aries started wiggling her delicate fingers into the poor dragon slayer’s ribcage. leo quickly followed suit, finding a sensitive spot under natsu’s arms. gemini (still in lucy’s form) leaned down and started spidering behind his knees. virgo smiled, absolutely adoring punishment of any kind, while roughly kneading natsu’s hips. it’s safe to say he was quickly driven into ticklish hell.

meanwhile lucy was doubled over, laughing her head off as she watched her crush best friend get exactly what he deserved. in a blushy, giggly mess, natsu shouted over,

“LUHUHUHUHUCY! HEHEHEHELP ME OUT HEHEHEHERE!”

“no way! you tickled me for what… 10 minutes? yeah, i think you’ll be okay dealing with double that~”

#okay but #this is actually pretty cute #natsu dragneel #lucy heartifilla #celestial spirits #lee natsu #lee lucy #fairy tail #tickle fic

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Stark Spangled Forever

One Shot- Out Of My League

Intro: Steve can tell Katie’s feeling a little bit down. But in true Cap style, he’s not gonna give up until he figures out why and a way to make it better….

Warnings: Bad language. NSFW (SMUT!) No under 18s.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: Someone once commented when reading Stark Spangled Banner that they felt like Katie loved Steve more than he loved her, and that got me seriously doubting the way I had written Steve as that is most certainly not the case. The pair of them are ridiculously in love and Steve is utterly besotted with his girl, and let’s not forget spent fifteen years alone in the past to ensure he could come back to her and live the rest of his days out with the love of his life. Also worth remembering he came back looking like Ari Levinson (it was the 70s) and he kept the beard simply because she liked it…what better declaration of love?!

With this in mind, I asked a few people what they thought and @icanfeelastormbrewing came back with a perfect song which she said she feels en-CAP=sulates (pun intended) Steve’s feelings towards Katie. So I’ve taken a different format to usual and pulled together a Song Based Fic based on a little request from @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for some soft Steve.

Written with Steve’s POV in mind.

The song is Stephen Speaks- Out Of My League. Take a listen, because it’s phenomenally beautiful.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist

September 2027

It’s her hair and her eyes today That just simply take me away And the feeling that I’m falling further in love Makes me shiver but in a good way

“Hey Pal.” Steve smiled softly, picking his baby son up out of the basinet. Instantly Harry’s soft whimpers died down as he pressed his face into his dad’s shoulder, his soft head nuzzling into the crook of Steve’s neck.

“You hungry?” He asked gently, carrying the six week old baby into the kitchen to grab him a bottle out of the fridge. Once he’d warmed it, checked it, he returned to the sitting room and began to feed him, Harry’s little cheeks working eagerly as he took his milk. Steve watched as his baby boy turned his bright blue eyes onto his and he smiled down at his son, gently adjusting his arms to make sure he was settled comfortably before he glanced up at the clock.

Katie should be back soon from dropping the elder two littles off and Steve was hoping that Rori had decided to get out of the damned car without a full on fight like the one he’d had with her the previous morning. His little Star Spangled Diva really wasn’t happy about the fact she had to go to Nursery when Harry could stay home all day. And she didn’t care when he’d explained to her that Harry was a baby and therefore was too little to go to nursery. She’d screamed and screamed and yelled about the fact that it wasn’t fair but her tantrum had simply made Steve even more determined get her out of the car and through the fucking door. In the end he had carried her in and explained to the familiar members of staff from Jamie’s time there, what was going on.They’d simply smiled at him, told him they’d dealt with worse (he didn’t voice the fact that he seriously doubted that) and he’d set her down on the floor, crouched in front of her and told her to be a good girl and he’d be back in a few hours, leaving her screaming behind him as he walked off. It had almost killed him but he was thankful it was him doing it and not Katie as she constantly doubted her decisions at a mother as it was and he knew that, despite all the teasing Katie did about Rori being Steve’s little Princess, she would be the one that caved and brought her home as she couldn’t bear to leave her behind, screaming.

Both of them loved Rori with everything they had, just the same as all their kids, but Jesus Christ she was the hardest one to deal with out of the lot of them, especially when she didn’t get her own way. Just like her mother, Steve often teased Katie, although he knew that deep down that was a slightly un-fair comparison. Whilst Katie was certainly prone to her little brat moments, she was utterly selfless when it came to the kids and her family and friends, one of the many things he adored about her.

Lucky’s ears pricked up, and his tail started to thump against the rug and moments later Steve heard the door open and shut. She walked into the living room and he instantly frowned at her face, he could see she’d been crying.

“Honey?” He asked, looking at her as she walked towards him, running her finger softly over Harry’s cheek.

“I literally fed him about an hour before I left.” She chuckled, avoiding Steve’s questioning eyes. “You and your damned serum.” Steve watched her as she sat down next to him, tucking her legs under her on the chair, her long hair falling over her face slightly.

“Katie,” he spoke a little more sternly and he saw her take a deep breath and turn her face to him, “what’s wrong? Was she a pain in the ass again?” “No, actually, she was perfect.” Katie smiled. “Got out of the car, walked in, smiled at everyone and headed off to play. I nearly fainted in surprise.” “So why have you been crying?” “I had a baby six weeks ago, it’s just hormones. Honestly, I’m fine.” Steve could tell she was lying, he always could. Her eyes avoided his as she couldn’t ever lie to his face. But whatever it was she didn’t want to tell him so he let it slide.

For now.

“Okay” he said, looking at her. “Anyway, I’ve been thinking, why don’t we head out for the afternoon?”

“Shouldn’t you be prepping ready for going back for your pre-term meetings next week?” She looked at him and he shrugged.

“I’ll catch up.” He said with a smile. “Spending time with you is more important.”

Katie smiled and peered over at Harry who had stopped drinking. Steve gently placed the bottle onto the coffee table and moved Harry so he was over his shoulder, rubbing at his back.

“Anywhere in mind?”

“Well,” Steve looked at her, “we really should get you a new car.”

“Steve, I’m not…” “Just, hear me out,” he said, silencing her. “I’m not asking you to get rid of the Camero, I know how much that car means to you.”

She looked down and took a deep breath. “I know it’s stupid, it’s a lump of metal but…” “Tony got it you, I know.” Steve said softly “But I’m driving it now all the time because you need the Audi for the kids so I thought maybe we should get another one. The Camero can be your little, I dunno, fun car.” “Fun car?” Katie looked at him, smiling as he shrugged.

“Yeah, one that we can snatch a drive in every once in a while when we’re alone. Although I know that hardly happens now.” Katie gave a chuckle, before she shrugged. “Okay, we could go car hunting I suppose.” “And grab lunch?” Steve looked at her.

“Sure.” She nodded before she smiled a little.

“What you thinking?” Steve asked. “How much I loved my range rover that I got for my twenty-first.” A fond look crossed her face. Steve smiled, that had been the car she’d had when he’d first met her, and it had been flatted under the triskelion.

“Yeah, that was a nice car. Why don’t we go and see about getting you another one?”

“Yeah, maybe…” At that point Harry let out a burp and both parents looked at him, Steve giving his head a kiss.

“Here, I’ll take him. You go get showered and then we can head out.” Katie gestured with her arms. Steve gently passed him over and she held him close, his head resting on her chest, his little legs supported by her arms. Steve stood up, dropped a soft kiss to his wife’s lips and then headed up the stairs to get changed.

***** All the times I have sat and stared As she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair And she purses her lips, bats her eyes and she plays with me Sitting there slack-jawed and nothing to say

The car shopping went better than Steve had anticipated. The minute Katie had sat in one of the vehicles in the Range Rover showroom he’d seen her face light up, as she checked all the buttons and the various gadgets the car had, asking the sales man various questions. Forty minutes or so later, after a heavy negotiation during which his wife had almost reduced the salesman to a quivering wreck, they left, Katie having ordered a Firenze red Range Rover Velar. Katie had smiled at the colour, saying it reminded her of Tony’s Iron Man suit, which had made Steve chuckle a little at her confession.

And then she had suggested that they look for a newer car for Steve too. He’d protested at first, as he didn’t think he needed one but she’d shrugged and simply replied ‘when is anything we buy ever really about what we need?’

As a result, they’d swung into the Porsche showroom on their way back in, and an hour later Steve was the owner of a sleek silver Cayenne in a grey-blue colour, with tan leather interior which would be delivered in about ten weeks, not long before Katie’s was due. He’d fallen in love with the model the moment he had sat inside it. It was fancy, well finished, and felt beyond luxurious. And on the test drive he’d taken whilst Katie fed Harry again, it was fucking fast too, which easily satisfied his inner speed-demon.

“Well that was an expensive morning.” Steve grinned as they sat in the small bistro not far from Jamie’s school, Harry once more asleep in his pram as they both studied the menu.

“We’ve had worse.” Katie smiled and Steve snorted, taking a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, okay the house. I’ll give you that.” She smiled and Steve watched her glance through the menu, her hand brushing her hair back behind her ears as she bit her lip and studied the options for lunch. And there it was again, that look on her face, the one he knew meant something was bothering her. Before he had chance to push her further on it the waiter appeared and they placed their order. Steve opting for a pizza, because well he’d eat that stuff every meal of the day if he could, and Katie went for a chicken Caesar salad stating she fancied a change from her usual choice here of Carbonara. Steve waited until the man had bustled off before he reached over the table and gently took Katie’s hand.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, honestly.” She looked at him, and he sighed, shaking his head.

“You know I can tell when you’re holding back on me. I’ve known you for too long now sweetheart.” She looked down at the table and took a breath, “Steve, I don’t wanna talk about it, not here, not now.”

“Katie…” “Please.” She looked at him, her eyes wide as she shook her head “Don’t.” Steve took a deep breath and sat back, holding his hands up in surrender “Okay, but this is not the end of this conversation.” “Don’t I know it,” she grumbled, giving him a look, “you’re like a dog with a bone when you get going.” “I’ll give you a bone if you want.” He quipped, dropping his voice and leaning over the table. It wasn’t often he made a dirty joke like that in public, but it had the desired effect. Her cheeks flushed and she raised an eyebrow at him, a cheeky grin flitting across her face, whatever worry it was she had forgotten for the moment.

“Steven Grant Rogers.” She sniggered, shaking her head and he shrugged, leaning back in his chair, eyeing her over his beer as he took a sip.

“You don’t want?” He titled his head to the side. “I didn’t say that.” “So you do…”

“Piss off, Steve.” She laughed, making him grin again.

**** ‘Cause I love her with all that I am And my voice shakes along with my hands 'Cause she’s all that I see And she’s all that I need And I’m out of my league once again

“Daddy!” Rori shrieked as Steve walked into the nursery. He smiled as she barrelled towards him and he scooped her up, placing a kiss to her cheek.

“Hey, princess!” He smiled, “You had a good day?” “Yeah we did erm painting and some games and I fallded over but I’m okay.” “She took a tumble when they were outside on the playground.” Sally, one of the nursery assistants advised Steve, passing him an envelope. “It wasn’t anything major, she bumped her knee. She didn’t seem to even notice, or care, but we’re obliged to write it up.” “Thanks.” Steve smiled, taking the report from her and tucking it into his pocket. He wasn’t worried, she was like her brother in that respect. The half of her that was him was her robustness to general knocks and tumbles and germs, thanks to the serum. He placed her down on the floor and told her to collect her things, watching as she headed over to the little peg that contained her small pink backpack and her jacket.

“How’s the little one?” Sally asked and Steve turned to her, smiling.

“He’s great.” Steve beamed. “Such a placid baby, in comparison to the other two anyway, certainly her.” He added with a nod towards Rori. Sally chuckled. “Yeah, a lot of parents say that the youngest ones are often the easiest. I think it’s because as Parents you relax a little more and they feel it. You should tell Mrs Rogers to bring him in one morning, we’ve not met him yet.” “I will.” Steve smiled, nodding as Rori came back. He gently helped her put her jacket on before he stood up, thanked the staff again and led her outside to the car.

“Where’s momma?” Rori asked.

“She’s at home with Harry. We just gotta go pick Jamie up and then we can go home.” “Okay.” she said. She fell silent for a moment before she suddenly chirped up again. “Daddy, my knee hurts.”

Steve glanced down at her sceptically as he opened the car door. “Does it? Or are you just angling for sympathy?” Rori pondered for a moment before she grinned. “Sympathy.”

Steve snorted, she was honest at least. He sat her in her car seat in the back of the car, buckling her in before he pressed a kiss to the knee she was pointing at. “Better?” “Yes, fankoo.” “You’re welcome.” He smiled, shutting the door and heading to the driver’s side to climb in. He drove the few blocks to Jamie’s school, pulling into the pick-up area and nodded to the staff member who was on duty. Jamie waved and Steve had to snort at the state of him. His tie was completely wonky, his jacket was open, shirt untucked… typical seven year old boy. He shot over to the car as Steve climbed out, opening the trunk so he could stick his rucksack in the back before he moved to give his dad a quick hug.

“Had a good day, Son?”

Jamie nodded and climbed into the car, sitting on the booster in the front. Steve clipped him in and then made to head home.

“Guess what me and Momma did today.” Steve looked at Jamie as he pulled out of the school grounds and onto the road.

“What?” “Bought two new cars.” “What did you get?” Jamie grinned

“Well, Momma got a range rover, a red one. And I got a Porsche.” “Cool.” Jamie nodded his approval. “Is momma happier now?”

Steve frowned. “What makes you ask that, buddy?” “When we dropped Rori off before she got upset.”

“Did she say why?” “She told me when we walked back to the car that it was just her feelings from having Harry.” Jamie shrugged.

Steve pondered for a moment, his thumb tapping on the steering wheel before he turned to his son again. “Did she speak to anyone when you dropped Rori off?” “Just Sally.” Jamie shrugged. “There were some other ladies there but Momma didn’t speak to them.”

“Okay, well, don’t worry about it.” Steve nodded to assure the boy. He knew Jamie hated seeing his mother upset. “She’s fine, like she said, just her feelings from Harry.” They drove home, Steve chatting to Jamie and Rori as they went but his mind was still on his wife. He knew now that whatever was bothering her had to be something to do with Rori’s nursery, or something that had happened when she had dropped her off.

And it gave him an angle to approach her with.

In typical fashion, the kids shot into the kitchen and Katie greeted them both with a smile from where she had been stood preparing their dinner. The two of them began instantly gabbling away, both filling her in about their day and Steve leaned on the doorway, watching as his wife talked to both of them, crouching down to look them both in the eyes as they thrust various pieces of paper at her. He loved watching her interact with their children, it was simply something he found astonishing how easy it came to her. Being a mother had highlighted every single trait he found so damned attractive about her even more and it lit a fire in his belly every single time he saw it. She glanced up at him and he gave her a smile, pushing off the door frame and walking into the room, passing Harry who was still asleep in the basinet in the corner of the room.

“He not woke up?” Steve asked and Katie shook her head.

“We’re gonna suffer for that tonight.” She sighed and Steve chuckled, dropping a kiss to her cheek.

“Jamie,” he turned to his son who’s hand was sneaking up onto the counter next to Katie to grab a piece of cheese she had been grating. Jamie grinned at his dad as he popped into his mouth with a shrug. Steve rolled his eyes, smiling, “go change pal, get out of your uniform.”

“Okay.” he agreed, heading out of the kitchen.

“I change too, daddy?” Rori looked at him.

“You don’t need to.”

“But I want to.” She folded her arms and Steve looked at Katie who gave a snort as they both observed their little Diva.

“What do you want to change into?” Steve asked, picking her up.

“Bumble bear.” “You wanna wear your bear onesie?”

She nodded.

“Alright, come on.”

He held his hand out to her and she took it, the pair of them heading upstairs. Fifteen minutes later, both kids were settled in the den, the pair of them looking at a jigsaw puzzle. Telling Jamie that he was on ‘big brother’ duties, basically an instruction to be careful and keep Rori out of mischief as much as he could, he headed into the kitchen to find Katie now wiping down the counters, a pasta bake in the oven.

“Jamie said you were upset this morning after you left the nursery.” Steve’s arms wrapped around his wife from behind and he felt her still slightly “Come on, Doll, what’s been eating you all day?”

“Nothing, I’m just being stupid.” She shrugged, turning in his arms to look at him.

“Katie,” his voice was stern and he lowered his head slightly, his eyebrows raising as he gave her a look that instructed her to tell the truth.

With a sigh she lowered her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I just overheard a few of the moms talking that’s all, I don’t think they realised I was behind them. It’s no big deal.” “What were they saying?” “They just,” Katie took a deep breath, “they made a comment about Rori and how like me she looked, and then one of them said or at least how I used to look anyway.”

Steve frowned, staying silent and waiting for her to finish.

“Then they kinda laughed and said that I’d certainly ‘let myself go’ a little after the latest one,” she raised her hands and framed the offending three words with phrase marks by bending the index and middle fingers on each hand forward twice in symmetry.

Steve fought hard to keep his face straight and not display they anger he was feeling inside. Fuck, he loved this woman, and the thought of anyone saying something so damned cruel it would upset her made him furious.

“They manage to look all neat and tidy for the school run and I,” Katie shook her head, “it’s all I can do to make sure my top is on the right way round.

“Honey,” Steve shook his head, “we have three small kids, all who need breakfast and dressing in the morning, and one of whom is barely six weeks old.” “Yeah I know, and I know I need to give myself time but,” she shrugged, “you know that each time I’ve been pregnant I’ve kept some weight somewhere.” “So?” Steve frowned

“I don’t know, I guess I just miss being the size I was. It doesn’t matter, I told you, I was being stupid.” She shook her head. “I’ll get over it.”

Steve looked at her for a second, his head cocked to one side. Whilst it was true that post Jamie her hips had remained slightly larger as had her chest. And the added curve to her ass hadn’t completely been there before she’d had Rori, but her stomach had returned to being fairly flat post both of their previous kids, even if it wasn’t a washboard of muscle like it had when she was at the peak of her SHIELD or Avenging days. Her waist had remained fairly small and all of this had simply given her a killer hourglass figure he fucking loved, and one that he’d noticed various other men casting approving glances over on more than one occasion.

And yes, now six weeks after giving birth she was still carrying extra baby weight over and above all that but Steve frankly didn’t’ give a shit. She was gorgeous to him, and always would be.

“Well I don’t miss it.” Steve looked at her, his hands falling to her hips as he pulled her closer. “Sweetheart, before Jamie you were tiny, it’s skewing your perception. I could practically connect my hands around your waist.” She looked at him as he continued, to speak, shaking his head. “We’ve both changed, as you told me not long ago.”

“But it looks good on you.”

“Yeah, and having our babies looks good on you, too.” He pressed and she gave a soft smile, looking at him. “Just don’t think on it please, I love you. I always will. You know this.” “I know, sorry, like I said, I was just having an off day and,” she nuzzled into his chest as his strong arms wrapped around her back, “I guess the hormones kinda made it worse.”

“Well I’ll make it better later.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss her.

“Yeah, you finally gonna give me that bone?” She snorted and he laughed.

“Damned right…” he muttered, his lips brushing hers lightly. “My baby momma…” ******

It’s a masterful melody When she calls out my name to me As the world spins around her she laughs, rolls her eyes And I feel like I’m falling but it’s no surprise

Steve’s hands were all over his wife as she sat, straddled over his lap on the sofa. After putting the kids to bed they’d been cuddled up watching a film, and he’d simply been watching her sat there, playing with her hair, biting her thumb, and then his self-control had finally snapped and he had pulled her onto his lap with one aim only.

His mouth trailed soft kisses up her neck to that spot behind her ear as his fingers began gently undoing the buttons on the front of the plaid shirt she was wearing, the shirt that as ever belonged to him. He opened them slowly one by one and Katie moved her head to catch his mouth with hers, her tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. He obliged, opening his mouth, his own tongue dipping into hers with smooth strokes as he gently reached the last button of the shirt and pushed it down over her shoulders, where it dropped to the floor.

His forehead pressed to hers and he looked down at her, giving a soft groan as his hands gripped her hips pulling her down further onto his lap, grinding up against her through his sweats. He was rock hard already, the sight of her sat on front of him was enough to make him lose his mind completely.

“You’re beautiful.” He mumbled, his lips grazing over her collar bone as one of his hands slid up her body, where it gently began to knead at her bra clad breast, softly teasing her nipple beneath the lace. He knew she was tender there, and he couldn’t go to town on them as much as he would like to but that was another thing that fucking turned him on so much. The fact that she was nursing his baby son, knowing that her body was nurturing him was so goddamned fucking amazing it had him low key horny all the time.

“Off…” She mumbled against his lips, hands grabbing at the bottom of his T’shirt and Steve sat forward slightly to allow her to pull it over his head and her hands ran through his hair, down his now bare back and up again, before she gently cupped her face with her hands, the pads of her fingers gently pressing into the whiskers of his beard as she leaned down for another kiss. Steve’s large hands flattened on her back, pulling her closer to him, their chests pressed together, lips locked deeply. Once more Steve titled his hips, causing Katie’s breath to catch in her throat and she pulled away slightly to look at him, Steve’s own breathing hitching slightly at the look of love and adoration his wife had on her face. One he knew he was mirroring completely.

Tilting his hips slightly, he raised them both easily off the sofa, and Katie instantly worked his sweats and boxers down over his slim waist. Without another second of hesitation he moved her panties to one side with one hand as he grasped his achingly hard cock in the other as Katie gently positioned herself before she sank down slowly onto him giving a soft mewl as he filled her, his hands returning to her waist once she had taken him in completely. With a grunt of his own, he held her still for a moment, before he bucked his hips upwards, Katie meeting him as she pushed down, tilting her hips so he was driving up against her spot. They found a rhythm, easily, as always. It was a well-worn dance between the pair of them after so many years together but a dance that Steve would never get tired of. Every single time it felt just as good as the last, and as Katie rolled her hips slightly, moving her forwards an inch Steve’s head fell back against the back cushions on the sofa, his hands cradling her close.

“Feel so fucking good,” he praised, his hips slamming upwards again, her moans of pleasure filling the room as she pushed downwards. He leaned forward, his mouth gently pressing kissing to her sternum and throat and she gave a shudder, rotating her hips urgently as Steve continued to push up and greet her movement for movement.

“Stevie…I’m…” she panted softly, her head falling forwards to catch his mouth and he felt her twitch around him, meaning she was close. His hands snaked into her hair, holding her face still as he kissed her hard, hips snapping forwards. With a soft cry, she stilled slightly, her moans flowing into Steve’s mouth as he felt her fluttering around him as she came and he wasn’t far behind. He pushed up, thrusting through her orgasm before he reached his own, with a groan that bubbled from his chest, his eyes closing in utter bliss as the feeling overwhelmed him. They both sat still for a moment, utterly spent, Steve’s hands skating up his wife’s back as she gave a soft hum of contentment, her head resting against his.

Steve gently pulled back, his hand tilting Katie’s chin up gently so he could kiss her again, soflty, and he smiled against her mouth, before Harry gave a shrill cry from the cradle in the corner of the room, reminding them of something that they had both forgotten during the last blissful fifteen minutes of pure lust and passion. They weren’t just Steve and Katie anymore, they were Momma and Daddy.

And Steve wouldn’t change ANYTHING about that for the world.

*****

'Cause I love her with all that I am And my voice shakes along with my hands 'Cause it’s frightening to be Swimming in this strange sea But I’d rather be here than on land

The next morning they altered their routine slightly. Jamie was dropped at school first and then Steve drove to Nursery to drop Rori off, complete with Harry so the staff could meet him for the first time. Steve kept a careful watch on his wife as she got out of the car, smoothing her hair back slightly as she helped Rori out, the pair of them making their way through the gates and into the building. Steve followed behind, the car seat containing Harry in his hand.

Once inside, Rori bounded off to see her friends and the nursery staff immediately crowded around Harry as Katie smiled and Steve gently placed the seat on the main desk. Katie lifted him out and handed him to Sally who beamed and gently took him in her arms.

“Oh, Mrs Rogers,” she looked at Katie then to Steve, “Sir, he’s beautiful,” she beamed, rocking him slightly as Harry’s hands gently fisted in the air, his eyes focussed on the older woman as she smiled at him.

“Just like his Momma.” Steve’s arm curled round Katie as he pressed a kiss to her head. She nudged him with her elbow as she flushed slightly.

Once the staff had all finished preening over Harry, Katie made sure he was secure in his seat again and they both made their way back outside. Steve clipped the seat back onto the base in the rear of the car and then stood up, glancing over the top of the door at Katie but she wasn’t looking at him. Instead, her eyes were watching something behind him and he turned to see two women as they walked down the sidewalk towards them, both of them leading a child each. Instantly he noticed his wife’s demeanour change as she tugged at the bottom of her top, pulling it away from her body and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who those women were.

Hell, no. Not on his watch.

Ignoring the surge of anger in his stomach he shut the door to the car gently and without a word grabbed his wife and pressed his lips to hers. It took her a moment to respond, he’d surprised her that much, but she smiled against his mouth as he kissed her deeply, his hands sliding down to give her ass a quick squeeze.

“What was that for?” She asked a little breathlessly as he pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Do I need a reason?” He smiled.

“No, suppose not.” She grinned, patting his chest. “Come on, we never had breakfast before and I’m starving.” She moved away from him and Steve opened the passenger door for her to climb in. Shutting it softly he turned and saw the two women looking at him. He raised an eyebrow challengingly, his hands dropping to his buckle.

“Morning.” His voice remained neutral but carried that undertone of a challenge, in the way he always managed when slipping back into Captain mode.

“Err, good morning, Captain…errr… Mr Rogers.” One of them spoke, smiling. “I’m not sure what you go by now.” “Neither am I.” He shrugged simply “Bur Mr Rogers is fine, thanks. Reminds me I’m married. And who doesn’t want to be reminded they’re married to the most beautiful gal on the planet huh?” He smiled broadly. “Even if some people think she looks a little different now from when we first met…”

The smile on both their faces slipped a little and Steve levelled them both with a look, leaving them in no uncertain terms as to what he was saying and had to fight the smirk that was threatening to spread on his face as he could tell instantly that he had embarrassed them, which had completely been his intent. Both women flushed a deep shade of red and they both hastily bid him good-day as they bustled up the path towards the main door.

Steve climbed into the car, and Katie turned to him.

“You’re such a bitch.” she smirked, and he looked at her, not even attempting to pretend he didn’t know what she was talking about. He was busted, but he didn’t care.

“Well they shouldn’t be trash talking my wife.” He shrugged. Katie shook her head gently before she leaned over to give him a soft kiss.

“Still going all protective over me, huh Soldier?” “Always.” He nodded as she pressed her lips gently to his again. Smiling, she tucked her hair behind her ears before they both settled down and Steve snapped the car into drive, pulling off into the steady stream of morning traffic.

Yes she’s all that I see And she’s all that I need And I’m out of my league once again

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padfootmadfoot · 3 years

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George Weasley - Santa Monica

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Geroge Weasley sat on the edge of his bed, tears running down his face, his hands running through his ginger hair every couple seconds.

“George hunny, we haven’t seen you in days, and we’re all worried about you,” Molly Weasley whispered on the other side of his door, not even Fred at seen his twin. “I know that this breakup as been hard for you, she’s been here you know, and i’m sure she still cares about you,”

Georges head shot up and looked at his door. “How could she care about me mom, when I hurt her, she hates me!” George cried out placing his hands on his head, Molly walked away with a frown back to the living room.

“We need to get them two together, to talk about it,” Molly rubbed her temples looking at Fred, Ginny and Ron who sat on the couch. “Is someone going to tell me what happened between Geroge and Adalyn, everything was going well and then boom!” Molly cried out looking at Arthur who walked in.

Adalyn Paige, a muggle born girl, the sweetest Slytherin you’d ever meet, a run away from her parents, a girl who shows her love with little homemade gifts, long black hair and blue eyes.

George and her met in their first year, Adalyn had tripped and everyone left her behind, Fred and George being her first friends, picking her books up and helping her up.

They didn’t care of her house, and they appreciated her, bringing her home their first winter break, Molly was unsure of the girl but as soon as she saw how adorable she was, how shy she was around the group she sooned grow to like her, loving her as her own.

Adalyn laid on her bed, doing the same thing as George unknowing, she had tears going down her face, thinking of the night before, of all the things that went horribly wrong, all the words that were said, and how much she had loved George even know he had hurt her.

The night before was almost a blur for the pair, Adalyn sat in her room, doing her hair as normal, in her new apartment, getting ready for the dinner Molly had invited her to, with special news to tell the Weasleys.

Adalyn was planning on becoming a Auror, a dangerous job but she was willing to do it as a passon, it was nothing but easy with the money her parents left when they passed, she had everything she needed, just George approval.

“Hello love,” A pair of hands wrapped around her waist, and a kiss was planted on the top of her head. “You look beautiful tonight,” She looked at George in her mirror, then spun around, planting a kiss on his lips.

“And you look wonderful tonight, i’m almost ready to go, i’ve got a surprise,” Adalyn smiled, moving away from George and grabbing her wand.

“Oh and what may that surprise be, another love letter,” George chuckled, noticing his girlfriends rush to grab everything, he stopped her, grabbing her hands. “Calm down, what is the rush, dinner isn’t for another half hour,” He planted a kiss on her lips.

“Your gonna love my news tonight George, everyone will I hope, I just have to make sure the stove is off, and everything is,” Adalyn staggered but Geroge took out his wand, waving it in the air.

“The door is locked, stove is off, everything is okay Adalyn, there is no need to panic, i’m sure i’ll love you no matter what your huge and exciting news it,” George planted a kiss on his girlfriends lips one more time.

“Okay, yeah your right, thank you,” Adalyn smiled looking up at George. “What do you wanna do after hogwarts?” She knew it may be a sensitive topic, but she had to ask.

“Well the joke shop won’t run itself, I wanna marry the girl standing infront of me and have a loving family with her,” George bent down one more time kissing the top of Adalyn head. “Come on, my mom sent me here to get you missy, dinner's almost ready,” George took Adalyn's hand and they walked to her fireplace.

“The Borrow!” Adalyn shouted, they were overtaken by green smoke, arriving at the borrow, with a bright smile on Molly.

“Took you both long enough, oh come here dear,” Adalyn was overtaken by Molly's hugs. “Haven’t seen you in a while, dinner will be ready soon,”

“I’m glad to be here,” Adalyn smiled as Molly let her go. The borrow was like her second home, when her parents kicked her out it’s where she stayed until she got her own place, then her parents died and Molly took care of her griefing self.

“Come on, everyone's excited to see you,” Geroge grabbed Adalyn's hand, dragging her into the living room where everyone sat.

“Adi!” Fred shouted practically jumping off the couch and bringing her into a hug. “I have so much to tell you and you’ve been gone, who am I supposed to tell all my secrets too!”

Adalyn smiled, Fred was her best friend, they told each other almost everything that happened, especially when girls had broken his heart, she was there for him.

“Dinner!” Molly chimed, she used her wand to place plates on the table, food appearing infront of them.

“Race you!” Fred winked pushing Adalyn slightly back playfully and running towards the kitchen, Adalyn laughed running towards him, stealing his seat in the taking.

“Beat you,” She winked leaning back and looking around the table, everything had smelt wonderful, and looked wonderful. “Molly you’ve outdone yourself, this looks amazing,” Adalyn hadn’t felt like a Slytherin, and sure the hat made the wrong choice, but sometimes George says the Slytherin comes out in here, and she’ll learn that soon enough.

“I was going to pull your chair out for you,” George chuckled placing himself down beside Adalyn, in between her and Fred. “You two are like children I hope you know,” Fred and Adalyn chuckled, high fiving each other.

“Good afternoon Weasleys, dinner looks amazing Molly dear,” Arthur smiled planting a kiss on his wife's cheek then sitting down across from Adalyn who sat at the edge of the table. “And hello to you Miss Paige,”

Everyone dug into their food, Molly sitting beside Adalyn, waiting for everyone to get their food then digging into her own. Like usual the twins almost started a food fight, Ginny talked slightly about Harry and Ron blushing when the twins talked about Hermione to bug him.

“Dinner was very nice mom,” George smiled, standing up and taking Adalyn and his plate to the sink. “I heard Adalyn has some news she’d like to share with everyone,” Geroge sat back down, looking at Adalyn who was full of smiles.

“We’d all love to hear it dear, what is it?” Molly asked, unknowing of the events that were about to untangle with only a few words.

“I’ve decided what i’d like to go after Hogwarts, it took me a while to think about but I think I wanna become a Auror,” Adalyn felt nervous, looking around the room, her eyes landing on Fred, then George, then Molly, waiting for someones approval.

“That is amazing dear, come here, let me give you a hug,” Molly stood up with a big smile on her face, bringing Adalyn with her and hugging her tightly. “I’m sure the ministry could use someone like you, as brave and witty like you, helping them out,” Molly planted a kiss on Adalyn forehead. “No matter what we support you, isn’t that right?”

“Please Excuse me,” George whispered, his chair creaked as he pushed out and left the room, Adalyn smiled dropped, watching the boy leave the room, then looking at Fred who was as confused as she was.

“Don’t mind him dear, he’s been like that for the last couple days, anxious of your await I suppose,” Molly chuckled placing her hand on Adalyn shoulder. “I really do think it’s a good idea,”

Adalyn couldn’t concentrate on her words anymore, more focused on why George left the room. “I should go check on Geroge, see if he’s okay,” Adalyn faked a smile, her body feeling anxious as she walked out of the room, looking around, then hearing one of the doors slam upstairs.

She walked quickly up the stairs, thinking back to her words, wondering if she said something wrong to offend George, she couldn’t think of a thing but her becoming a Auror, not knowing why it could be such a big deal to George.

“George,” Adalyn whispered knocking on his door, she twisted the door handle, walking into his room, he sat on his bed leaning against the wall.

“You’re joking right, about becoming a Auror, cause you realize how crazy that sounds,” George mumbled running his hands through his hair. “Your wishing for your own death you know,” The words that came out of his mouth he hadn't regrets one bit, but soon will as more words would come out.

“You can’t be serious can you?” Adalyn asked walking towards the boy. “What's the problem with becoming a Auror, you don’t know what I wanna do, you just left without hearing me out,” She tried to stay as calm as she could.

“You know how many people die becoming Auror, and you, being you, i’m sure you wouldn’t last more then a year, there are so many better jobs than a Auror Adalyn,” George stood up almost towarading over Adalyn, causing her fear.

“You said you’d support me with my choices in life, why can’t you support this, and what do you mean me being me?” Adalyn asked pushing her fears back, walking towards George angry.

“Your tiny, you expect to fight you know who, you’ll die what don’t you understand,” His hands went on top of his head shaking. “I can’t let you become a Auror, you’ll be too weak to do anything, you won’t hurt a fly,”

Adalyn felt anger, she was more angry then her parents leaving her, more angry then anything. “It’s my life George, do you think I had a problem with you opening your own joke shop, or anything that you’ve chosen, but the first thing that I tell you I want to do you push it away, it’s my life!” Adalyn shouted, not helping herself to cry, uncontrollably at the most.

“This is a death wish Adalyn, you’ll end up just like your parents, even your parents weren’t dumb enough to become Aurors,” George knew he crossed the line, instantly sitting down with regret, but before he could say anything Adalyn was already out of the room.

“Molly the dinner was nice but I must be going, it was really nice seeing you all,” Adalyn weaped, grabbing the floo powder in her hand and arriving back home, she locked her fireplace, running to her bed and falling backwards.

George on the other hand knew talking about Adalyn's parents were a no go, and he felt horrible, overreacting at the most, he grabbed his wand, locking his door and falling backwards on his bed, knowing he had ruined his chances with the girl he loved.

And that was the story, how George and Adalyn broke up, everything had gone downhill so fast, now a couple days forwards, from the beginning, they both sat on their beds

Adalyn only coming over to the borrow to get Molly to wrap her hand, braking her knuckles, then leaving one more, she hadn’t left her apartment after that, staying in her room, still wearing her hair up from the day she went to the borrow, wearing sweatpants and Molly woolen sweater.

She smiled at herself looking around her room, most things in there were from George, little gifts here and there, pictures all around her walls, and most of his sweaters that smelt like him.

As she got to far into her thoughts her window flew open, followed by a owl carrying a howler in it’s grip.

“Great,” Adalyn whispered nodding at the owl and taking the Howler from the little thing. She hesitated to open at first, seeing it was from Molly. Then quickly opening it.

“Hello Dear, we’re having a little dinner party tonight, and we’d hope for you to join us, it would be nice to see you and i’m sure that Fred and George miss you a lot, we all love you no matter and we can’t wait to see you,”

The letter fell in pieces on Adalyn lap, Molly had given her know choice to go, guilt tripping her. And that was Molly's plan, to get the two back together, she knew they were perfect.

Adalyn got out of her bed for the first time that day, looking in the mirror, her hair was half up, half down, her pants sagging and big on her, and the sweater almost down to her knees. She almost bothered not changing, but ended up tossing a knew pair of sweatpants on and sweater, not bothering with her hair.

She unlocked her fireplace, crawling in with a handful of floo powder. “The borrow,” The mumbled, fire washed over her, bringing her into the borrow.

Everything seemed unusually quiet, except for the pounding feet that came running into the living room, and a ginger boy bringing Adalyn into a hug.

“Please don’t leave, you know how much stuff i’ve been dying to tell you, and how much i’ve missed you, and everyone else,” Fred Weasley whispered in her ear, lifting her up from the ground.

“Fred, put me down, your hugging me to tight,” Adalyn coughed out, laughing a bit at the boy who seemed to be unable to live without her.

Fred placed her back on the ground, looking down at her with a smile. “Talk to Georgie please, he hasn’t left his room since you’ve left,” Adayn felt bad for a second, then realized that George did it to himself, knowing she stayed in her room all that time too.

“He did it to himself Fred, he brought my parent into it, and he knows how it feels,” Adalyn crossed her arms, readying to go back and sulk in her bed, but Molly came rushing into the room.

“Dears supper is ready,” Molly smiled walking in, noticing Adalyn. “I’m glad you could join us Adalyn, how is your knuckle?” She grabbed Adalyn knuckle, examping it.

“Healing well, i’m glad you invited me, it was long overdue for me to get out of the house,” Adalyn smiled, following Molly and Fred into the dinning room, Ginny, Ron, Percy and Arthur were already sat, waiting for their food.

“Hey Adi!” Ginny smiled pulling out a seat beside her, she graciously sat down, looking around the table, only one seat wasn’t taken, and it was the seat beside her.

The door opened, causing Adalyn to look up, George walked in looking worse then her, his face covered his dry tears, his hair a complete mess, and still wearing the same clothes from that night.

Geroge looked up and around the table, looking at Adalyn, noticing the only empty seat beside her, he hesitated to sit down but did, sitting as far away from her as she could.

“Fred, Ron, Ginny, could you guys help me with something, you two Arthur,” Molly chimed, grabbing Fred by the collar, dragging him out of the room, followed by everyone else, Molly sneakily locking the door behind them.

“Molly!” Adalyn called out getting up from her chair, walking to the door, but it was no use, Molly had completely locked the door.

“Can we talk please,” Geroge whispered, Adalyn turned around angry. “I am sorry for what I said, and I know it was wrong,” George now stood up, both standing across the room from each other.

“You know not to bring my parents up, you know how I feel about it, and you did it anyways,” Adylin held back her tears, banging on the door behind her. “I wanna become a Auror, I wanna help people, it’s what I do, it’s the opposite of what my family did, and I don’t wanna be like my family,” Her head fell against the door.

“And i’m sorry, i’ve thought about it Adi, and I know i’ve overreacted,” George walked closer to her. “I just want you to know that, before you leave to go home, I want you to know that I still love you, and I will always love you,” Georges hand fell on Adylins shoulder.

She laid still for a second, unsure how to feel, emotions rushed through her, but the feeling of George behind her caused her to turn around, her arms attaching around his shoulders, crying and laying her head on his shoulders.

“I love you so much Geroge Weasley,” She whispered, his hands gravited to her lower back, pulling her closer to him.

“I love you too Adi, and I want you to know, I am so sorry,” George whispered keeping her close to him.

“You two are so adorable, come on, i’m starving,” Fred bursted into the room, followed by everyone else. “Don’t hurt this girl Georgie, she’s my best friend, Fred wrapped his arms around the two, making everyone laugh.

#george weasley x reader #george weasley x muggle!reader #george weasley #george wealsey x reader #george weasley imagine #george wealsey imagine

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thominho-incorrectquotes · 3 years

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I’ll never leave you alone

This is my entry for Thominho Week 2021, Day 7 “ Trauma exploration/Vulnerability ”

Characters: Thomas x Minho

2961 words

Tags: Trauma, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Established Relationship

Summary: When Aris gets hurt under Minho's watch, the young leader shuts himself from everybody, including his boyfriend, Thomas, who just wants to help him.

Note: This is the last one! I had so much fun doing this, once again, and I can't wait for the next one!

You can also read it on AO3 and ff.net

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Minho had gone into the forest with a small group of people. There were supposed to gather stuff and comeback in the evenings.

Thomas was missing his boyfriend already. He hated whenever they were away from each other, even for few hours. However, he wasn't expecting to see him comeback early with an injured Aris on his back.

He immediately ran towards them.

"What happened?" he asked hastily, worry thick in his voice.

"I have to get him to the medjacks" Minho simply said, barely sparing a glance at Thomas.

"Let me help you-"

"No."

He continued way, passing by the brunet. Thomas felt like he had been shot again, this time directly in his heart. Minho had never talked to him like that. Never looked at him with such dark eyes.

Aris looked almost dead. His right leg was twisted in a weird angle and his body was hanging limp on the leader's back. Thomas didn't who was more worrying. Minho or Aris.

He followed to the medjacks' hut, hoping he would get more information there, all the while ignoring the pain in his heart.

Once there, it was confirmed Aris's leg was broken. Minho briefly explained that when they were walking pass the edge of a hill, the boy tripped and felt down. The young leader told the others to continue while he brought Aris back to Paradise.

The medjacks concluded he had no other injuries, fortunately, and was not numb from a head injury but most likely from pain. That was a relief for everyone.

For everyone except Minho who still had a dark expression on his face, as if Aris was going to die. Which was weird since he never liked the kid. He left shortly after, Thomas in his footsteps.

"Min, talk to me, are you okay?" he tried. No respond.

"Min, please… what's wrong?" Still no reply.

Taking his arm to force his boyfriend to look at him, he tried once more "Minho, babe, plea-"

"Leave me alone."

Thomas widened his eyes in shock as another bullet in his heart was shot. "Min-"

"Leave me alone, Thomas!" he repeated, louder.

"But-"

"No!" Anger could be seen in his eyes. That wasn't the first time Thomas saw Minho mad, but it had never been directed towards him. Never. It broke his heart. "Leave me the shuck alone!"

Storming off, he left a sad and confused Thomas outside the hut who was too stunt to go and follow him again.

Silent tears left his eyes. What could have happened to make his boyfriend like this? He was worried sick and hurt from being rejected. This was so unlike the man he loved. Something was wrong.

He ran to their shared cabin, where he was sure to find the young man.

But once there, the small home was empty. Maybe he was on their spot on the beach? He loved going there. But he wasn't going towards the beach when he left. So where was Minho?!

He ran back to the center of their little town, looking for one of his friends. Gally was with the group that went in the forest, so he wasn't there. Maybe Frypan? He went to the communal kitchen and sighed in relief when he saw him.

"Frypan! Have you seen where Minho went?" he asked hastily before the young man could even say a word.

"Minho? He's back?"

Shuck, not Frypan then.

He ran once again when he spotted Brenda and asked her the same question.

"I think I saw him going to one of those empty cabin we've just finished" he said. "Is there something wrong, he shouldn't be back so soo-"

"I know, Aris was injured so he brought him back, but Minho's not okay, I know that, and he doesn't want me, and-"

"Stop, stop Thomas you're panicking. I'm sure Minho's fine. Let's find him okay?"

He nodded, wiping the tears that felt during his rambling.

He let Brenda lead the way, trying to calm himself down and ease the pain in his chest. They arrived in front of a cabin that was inhabited, but still looked like any other they've built over the past year.

As the young women stayed back, knowing it was probably better to let Thomas and Minho alone, the brunet knocked on the door.

"Min? You there?"

No answers.

"Min? It's Thomas, if you're there, please talk to me…"

He went to open the door, but something was blocking it. So Minho was indeed there. More tears started falling. His boyfriend was really rejecting him and he had no idea why.

"Babe, please, open the door. There's something wro-"

"GO AWAY!" a voice screamed. Minho.

"No, I'm not go-"

"SHUCK OFF, THOMAS, LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The boy stumbled back as he was once again hit by pain. "Min-"

"It's no use Thomas" Brenda intervened. "He needs to be alone now, okay? We should respect that."

But Thomas only stared at the house, he couldn't leave it.

"Come on Thomas, let's go back-"

"I'm staying" he told her. He sat next to the door, wiping away the tears. Minho would have to come out eventually and Thomas was willing to wait. He would wait forever for his boyfriend.

Brenda sighed and went back with the others, knowing it was futile to argue with the stubborn boy.

Thomas waited. For hours. The sun was declining, showing the day was soon coming to an end. Frypan came, bringing two plates of food.

"Thanks Fry" Thomas said, taking the plates. It smelled good and his stomach grumbled in agreement.

"Still there?" the other man asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah…"

"You should leav-"

"No. Thanks for the food."

He went back to the cabin, cutting off any discussion. He couldn't leave Minho alone. His boyfriend was hurting, for an unknown reason. He was also hurting from this situation and the only way to comfort him was to be as close as possible to his lover. Even if there was a wall between them.

He put one of the plates in front of the door before knocking on it. "Minho, there is food for you."

He was meet with silence. Sighing, he sat down again and ate his food in silence.

It's only later, when Minho's plate of food was stone cold, that another head appeared. Gally. The group was back.

The blond had a weird expression on his face. Something between confusion, sadness and concern. And for one second, Thomas imagined the worst.

"Is Aris-" he said.

"Aris is fine. He will be." Gally interrupted him. "I'm more concern about him" he added, pointing at the house.

Oh. Gally, worried about Minho? That was first. And very concerning. The dislike the two young men had for each other was known by everyone in Paradise. Even if Gally and Thomas have become friends, Minho still hold grudges against the ex-Keeper.

"Come with me" the young man said, "we need to talk about what happened back there."

As much as Thomas didn't want to leave Minho, the urge to know how things has led to this took over him and he followed his friend.

Once they were far enough, Gally explained.

"It was weird. We were all worried when Aris felt down and didn't move, but Minho was panicking, and we both know how he feels about the shank." Thomas nodded; his boyfriend didn't like the boy. "He was on his side in few seconds" Gally continued. "And when we said two should bring him back, he dismissed everyone and went on his own, carrying the boy on his back."

Minho being protective wasn't unusual. But Minho being protective over someone else then Thomas was.

"I-I don't know what to think about it…"

"Me neither" Gally sighed. "But whatever it is, I'm sure there is something deeper than just Minho taking care of a friend."

The brunet bit his lips to stop them from shaking. This was the worst. He hoped the blond man would know more than that.

"Well. Thanks for telling me."

As he was going back towards the cabin, he was stopped by Gally.

"You should go sleep Greenie."

"Not until Minh-"

"He's not gonna leave this house today, Greenie. Try again tomorrow, maybe he'll be in a better mind."

"No, I-" he tried to argue before getting interrupted by Gally again.

"Don't make me force you…"

"Okay, okay, I'll go to sleep" he gave up. If there was someone more stubborn then Thomas, it was Gally. "But I… I'll go say goodnight to him… at least."

"I guess I can't stop you" he sadly smiled.

Without other words, the brunet went back to where his boyfriend was, knocking once again on the door.

"Hey Min, it's me. I, huh… I just wanted to say goodnight… I'll go sleep now. The door is open if you… if you wanna come back…"

Silence. Thomas was getting frustrated. But he still went to the cabin he shared with Minho and, with great difficulties since his lover wasn't by his side, he felt asleep.

…

The next day, he went to give Minho his breakfast and as a repeat of last night, he was met with silence and the young man didn't opened the door to get his food. If Minho was going to starve himself, there was obviously something wrong and worry clouded his mind.

It didn't get better. He went to give him his lunch later on. He still didn't eat it. Still no sound from him. Thomas would have thought his boyfriend was dead if the water bottle he left for him hadn't been taken.

At least he was staying hydrated.

Before going back to their home for the night, Thomas sat down next to the door. He told Minho what he did that day, what happened, like they always did… before…

He needed it. He needed to still feel their connection. He left after wishing him a good night.

It was the same thing for two more days. In which Minho only took a meal.

Everyone was worried. It wasn't unnatural to see people having mental break downs from time to time in Paradise as pretty much everyone had trauma, but having one of their leaders, Minho none the less, who was always so reliable, felt so out of place. And everyone could see how it took a toll on Thomas.

The boy had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep and didn't smile at all, even if he never was one to smile a lot. But his reason to be happy, the one person would could make him laugh wasn't there. A hole was in his chest. He needed his boyfriend, his best friend, so much.

He was back again at night, another water bottle in hand that he let at the usual place, and talked about his day.

"Aris is doing better" he then told. "They put his leg back into place and put a cast to stop it from moving. The pain is still intense, he told me, but at least he's conscious and eats well. The medjacks say that he's gonna heal pretty fast."

He thought some information about Aris would maybe make Minho better, but to no avail.

He continued talking, rambling even. He just wanted to hear his boyfriend's voice.

"I miss you Min. I miss you so much" he said. "I want to hold you. I wanna hear your laugh. I wish I could hear another one of your jokes. I wish I could kiss you…"

"I miss you Minho…

Silence.

"The door is still open for you… Goodnight Minho…"

He stood up and left. Another night alone.

…

Next morning, Thomas was on the beach. He didn't feel like going to Minho. He felt betrayed. All this time, all they've done for each other… all for nothing apparently.

He didn't want to be mad at his best friend. He probably had a good reasons. But he was rejecting him and he couldn't help but feel hurt.

He had barely slept. Not more than two hours. Nightmares had drowned him during the nights and Minho wasn't there to make it better. He wasn't hungry and was such in a bad mood, he knew he couldn't see anyone without putting his frustrations on them.

The sun was getting higher when he heard footsteps in the sand behind him.

He turned, expecting Brenda to come get him.

But what he saw made his stomach flip in a way that was unreal.

It was Minho!

Completely forgetting all the frustrations he had, he ran towards his boyfriend, latching at him, knocking them both into the sand. Now that he had him, he wasn't going to let him go.

Wrapping his arms around the smaller frame of his lover, Minho let out a breath he seemed to have held for days. "Oh shuck, this feels so good" he mumbled, burying his face into Thomas's neck.

The brunet couldn't agree more. He felt whole again. He couldn't let go. All the pain was going away.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours. They needed this so much.

And even as they moved to see each other's face, their limps were intertwined, and their faces were still so close, their noses were almost touching. Thomas let himself drown in the dark orbs looking at him.

"I'm so sorry Thomas. So sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you away…" the young man finally said.

"What happened?" he asked softly.

"I-I'm… I'm just…" Minho struggled to answer. "I'm just a failure as a leader…"

"What!?" The surprised made Thomas sat up in the sand, quickly followed by the other boy.

"I am Thomas. I always let everyone down" he said, louder. "So many Gladers died because I failed to find an exit to the Maze. It was my job, Thomas. My job! And I failed! And in the Scorch, more died, and I lost you so many time, and I was the leader! I-"

"No, Minho, stop, it's not-"

"And then I failed to bring back Newt! Newt died because of me-"

"NO! I forbid you to say that! I killed Newt, you know that! Don't put that on your shoul-"

"You had to kill him because I failed to get him back, Thomas! It's my fault you had to shoot him! Don't you understand?!"

"No… No Minho…"

So that was what had been going through his boyfriend's mind for the past few days. If not months. Thomas understood how those feelings could be overwhelming. He experienced a lot of grieve and self-loathing during the first months in Paradise. But telling Minho the truth about Newt and having his Keeper beside him had helped a lot. The reason he managed every day, the reason he was doing better, was Minho.

He never suspected the boy had so much going on too. It shouldn't have been a surprise, after everything, but Minho was just always this strong leader, someone who could do anything, challenge anyone that it seemed impossible that he too could be hurting. He felt bad for not noticing it earlier.

"And Aris, this is my fault too. I should have made everyone take a different route. I should have known it was too dangerous-"

Thomas put hand on his lover's mouth to stop him. He stared at him with serious eyes.

"You have so much on your shoulders babe, you need to let go" he said. "No one is perfect. And let me tell you, you're the best leader I've ever seen."

Minho rolled his eyes.

"It's true! When you asked me if I wanted to be the leader in the Scorch, I didn't say no because I just didn't wanted to. I said no because I knew you were better than me. You always were. Of course you couldn't save everyone. Nobody could have. But without you, I know we wouldn't be there."

Minho relaxed. The brunet knew there was still a long way to go, that those things would take time to heal properly, but if he had at least appeased his boyfriend for now, it was a win.

"I'm sorry" he said. "When I saw Aris with his leg bend, everything just came back. Newt, with his broken leg, and how I failed to protect him. And everything escalated."

"I understand, it's normal" Thomas replied, caressing the tan cheek of his lover.

"And… I felt the need to punish myself for everything. Something in my head was telling me I wasn't worthy of love. And even if it was the last thing I wanted to do, I pushed you away, to punish myself…"

"Slinthead…"

Minho smiled sadly "I know. Yesterday, I realized I was also punishing you by doing this so… So I came back. I couldn't stand it anymore anyway…"

Thomas kissed him. He couldn't believe his boyfriend did that. That he was so broken inside. And yet, he was so strong. Despite all his insecurities, he never gave up. Thomas just wanted to give this man all the love he had inside him, because that was what Minho deserved.

He told him that; with every touches, with every nibbles to the boy's lips, with every moans. He just wanted Minho to know how much he loved him and how amazing he was.

"You're so strong Min, so strong" he said when they parted. "And I forbid you to do that again. If you ever feel the need to punish yourself, come to me, okay? In fact, always stay by my side."

Minho laughed "Okay babe, I'll do that."

They both smiled at that. Things weren't perfect. But it was going to be better, they were sure of that now.

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