#the lady was kinda hesitant in getting my meds and handing them to me as if she was waiting for me to recognise some kind of mistake

[binch-i-might-be]

the thing about going to pick up your meds is that sometimes people will be kind of weird and I can never know if it's because of something I did (Bad At Reading Social Situations™), because something in the computer/about my prescription is confusing them, or because they can clearly see on the prescription that I'm there for antidepressants and they feel bad for me lmao

#i doubt it's me??? i make an effort to be as nice and pleasant to anyone having to deal with people in their job as possible #i did show up in my pyjama bottoms but like it's just leggings a lot of people wear leggings out right #the lady was kinda hesitant in getting my meds and handing them to me as if she was waiting for me to recognise some kind of mistake #no those are my meds i take them every night can i have them please :') #rayrambles

[tainted-wine]

The Spring Bird Survival Guide

Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

(So many of you have asked for a part two of my rutting Hawks fic. I gave in! I have no idea how this holds up compared to the first, but I hope you enjoy!)

Read Part 1 if you haven’t! This takes place directly after those events!

Words: 10k (WHOOPS)

Warnings: None, except for an absurd amount of scene transitions that hopefully don’t get too confusing.

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Tuesday

The chorus of songbirds can be heard right outside of Hawks’s window, their small shapes dashing past and making the peeking sunlight flicker across the bedroom. It sounds like it’s gonna be a beautiful day. He’d be elated, if he wasn’t feeling so ill already.

The fever and itch were coming back, like a hot rash that he couldn’t scratch because it was inside of him. He was really hoping to never feel such a hellish sensation ever again.

He slowly peeled the thick sheets off, making sure not to disturb his bedmate as he sat up. There’s no way the quirk’s effects were returning, is there? Last night, the feeling had only gotten weaker with every passing hour. Now it has returned, not in full force, but once again difficult to ignore. He peered over his shoulder to check on his guest.

You were still sound asleep, worn body supported by pillows all over as if you were in danger of falling apart. While Hawks was healing that night, your aches had only gotten worse. He at least managed to convince you that you were in no condition to drive back home and the safer choice was to stay at his place. You were still wearing the clothes he gave you, while he himself donned only a cozy pair of pants. Such a shame that you didn’t take kindly to his request to sleep nude together. Seriously, what was even the issue? He’s already seen every inch of your body, and in every angle possible.

Every hot, sweaty, mouthwatering angle possible.

The internal fire suddenly rushed to his groin, making him slap a hand over his mouth to muffle a groan. He shouldn’t be around you in this state; might as well get up early and prepare for work.

The moment he was on his feet and stretching, a buzz was heard on the nightstand. Your phone vibrated against the smooth wood as it lit up and revealed the caller’s name.

Ah, the good ol’ deputy.

What that nagging old man wanted was between him and you. It wasn’t Hawks’s right to force himself between whatever matters the two of you had to discuss.

Those facts aren’t going to stop his nosy ass, however.

The phone was snatched from the stand without a second thought, the hero walking out of the room as quickly and quietly as possible before answering. “Mornin’, sir,” Hawks greeted. You were the only ‘superior’ he could toy with; any unruly behavior around the actual important people came with a high risk of punishment. Taking his frustrations out on you has been a blast, but after the bind you freed him from yesterday…

“Hawks? May I ask what you’re doing with your handler’s phone?” The deputy questioned.

‘I completely wrecked her last night. The poor lady didn’t survive.’ He considered the joke for a second, but decided that the stuffy bastard wouldn’t appreciate it. “She’s still snoozing. Yesterday was pretty rough on her. I think she deserves a little slack.”

“That’s not for you to decide,” he said sternly, like he was offended that Hawks dared to make a suggestion. Hell, he probably was. “Well, since you’re here, I suppose I can ask you directly. How are you feeling? Has the quirk worn off?”

His wings flapped and fanned himself. “Oh, so much better, sir! You guys have the best solutions to everything, don’t you? Never doubted you for a second.” Truthfully, if his moral compass was more stable, he’d say that offering an unsuspecting woman to him like some maiden sacrifice was just a little twisted. He can’t help but wonder if he would have refused if he was thinking straight at the time.

“Very good. So you are not feeling any lingering effects? Do your usual rutting symptoms feel stronger at all?”

“Eh…” Hawks hesitated. Should he bother trying to hide it? If there’s anything he’s learned from his mentally taxing undercover work, it’s that half-truths are often the best answer. “Feels like it’s still floating around in me, but nothing to worry about. It won’t be getting in the way of my work.”

“That’s great to hear. We don’t want you hurting your image with any more of your brutish displays in public. Please keep those special traits to yourself.”

That made his lip twitch. It really shouldn’t bother him. The Commission has always expressed their distaste for his more animalistic habits, but fuck, would it kill them to at least show some pity when it’s his very own instincts that are causing his suffering? “You got it, sir.” His calm response didn’t betray his irritation.

“And if you do start having issues, then I recommend that you turn to your handler again. In fact, I was calling to inform her that we have found a more competent individual to replace her.”

Oh. That’s…ouch.

“Really? I kinda like her,” Hawks admitted. It’s pretty awkward to be discussing your possible termination on your phone during a call that was meant for you.

The deputy gave a dry laugh. “Of course you do. She has absolute zero control over you. I was hoping you were mature and disciplined enough to not take advantage of her inexperience, but I suppose I was expecting too much of you.”

Yeah, he kinda was, honestly. No argument there. “So sorry, sir. I won’t let it happen again.” Maybe.

“You better make sure of it. As I was saying, we’ll keep her around in case you are in need of more relief. Once your hormones have stabilized, I will give her the news and you will be rid of her.”

Hawks actually snorted from just how fucked up that plan was.

The cruel man ignored the sound and went on. “Can I trust you to stay quiet about this? I’d rather not have to deal with any constant badgering for however long this goes on.”

‘Totally! There’s no need for her to know that she’s only being kept around to be my fucktoy and then get fired immediately afterwards.’ Man, what an organization that he works for. Too bad they have him whipped and incapable of defying them. “Your secret’s safe with me, sir.”

“Good. Well, this call didn’t go as planned, but it was satisfying enough. I’m expecting you to remain in top condition during your duties. Do not disappoint us.” He hung up without waiting for Hawks’s response.

The winged man didn’t even notice the perspiration quickly coating his body until the phone nearly slipped out of his slick hands. As he returned to his room and placed your device back where it was, he couldn’t help but watch your sleeping form.

You were always cute, he’s not gonna lie about that. Finding new ways to embarrass you on the job became a new type of thrill for him. Your blushful glares never got old.

But he never thought that he’d see you like this, or the state that you were in yesterday. His mind was barely there as he was shrouded in that prankster of a villain’s quirk, but he could still feel you all over his extra sensitive feathers. He was practically drowning in you at the time.

The smell of your arousal. The taste of the glaze on your pussy. The sweet songs of pleasure. The look of overwhelming bliss on your face.

Your soft skin, and your hot wet opening that he wanted to invade over and over again…

“Keigo?”

He doesn’t know when you woke up, or when the hell he crawled into the bed with his face so close to yours that he could feel your breath. “Uh…”

“Are you alright? You’re looking feverish again. And…” You looked down in concern, and Hawks followed your gaze to see the full erection that totally snuck up on him.

“Whoa! Sorry about that! Little guy doesn’t know when to quit.” Hawks scooted away, trying and failing to hide the tent in his pants.

You attempted to sit up, only to wince and settle back down. “Dammit, I can’t believe how much I’m hurting from yesterday. This is embarrassing.” You groaned and snuggled up to the many pillows.

He couldn’t resist planting a kiss on your forehead, ignoring how the brief contact made his hardness twitch. “Sorry, angel. Really wish I wasn’t such an animal back there. Just stay still; I’ll get you some fresh water for your painkillers.”

You look like you wanted to say something, but decided on closing your eyes and trying to relax instead. “Thanks.”

He was already rushing out of the room, heading into the kitchen to fill the empty glass while considering dowsing himself in the cold tap water.

Why, why the fuck was it coming back? Just looking at you was making his vision foggy again. It can’t be his rut; it never made him this excited before. He didn’t have the courage to return to the bed, alternatively placing the cup onto a hardened feather and floating it back to you. He stayed where he was, leaning against the sink and wiping at his face. The heat remained at a manageable level as long as he kept his distance from you, but he wanted to stay close. He had to stay close and protect the woman he was now mated to.

Wait, what?

“Keigo?” He heard you call out and was pulled from his confusing thoughts. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Hawks gave a laugh that didn’t sound all that convincing to his own ears. “Bad news, babe. I think I’m still a horny bird,” he confessed.

There was a pause. Maybe you had taken a sip. “I don’t know if they told you, but when the deputy explained your…situation, he said that the symptoms of your rut will probably be amplified until it’s over.”

Ah, the old man did mention that over the phone. He only had about a week of his yearly phase left, but if this all means intensified aggression and arousal, not to mention the attachment to the lady he just banged for several hours…

This was going to be a very difficult week.

“Babe?” He said just loud enough for you to hear.

“Yes?”

“…I really fucked up by not taking my meds, didn’t I?”

He didn’t exactly hear your sigh, but it was still felt through his wings. “I’m afraid you did.”

Yeah, this was all his fault. This bullshit would only be half as painful if he was still taking his stupid hormone medication like he has been for years. Not only do these unrestrained imbalances feel foreign to his body, but Libido’s quirk practically put them on steroids.

The medicine’s side effects don’t sound all that bad anymore.

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Hawks had already eaten a slice of leftover pizza by the time you finally mustered up the strength to get up. The feel of your entire lower body cramping made you whimper and stumble.

He was already scrambling back in to catch you and hold you up, his high body temperature startling you. “Thank you,” you said wearily.

He froze for a second before jumping back, the sudden loss of support almost making you fall anyway. He wordlessly strutted over to his wardrobe, withdrawing a fresh pair of underwear. 

You looked away when the pants were pulled down and his hardness sprang free. He’s not just going to ignore that, is he?

“Keigo, do you need to…do this…again?” You asked, tuning out the throb of your muscles.

He chuckled as he began to dress himself . “You are not up for more sex, baby. Don’t even act like it when you can barely stand.”

You huffed. “You’re getting really hot again and you shouldn’t go out feeling like th—”

“Nope.” His boner is covered again, somewhat. He stares at the obvious protrusion before shrugging and retrieving his hero outfit.

Even with your aches, you had the grit to push on. “As long as you go slow, I can probably handle it.”

“Mmmm, can’t promise that,” he murmured while momentarily detaching his wings in order to squeeze into his tight black shirt. “The second I’m inside you, I might lose control and shatter your pelvis.”

That’s horrifying, but… “I trust you.”

“I don’t trust me.”

“Keigo…”

“And don’t get too attached to that name, dove. Can’t have it slipping out in public.”

“I wouldn’t do that. I’m not stupid.”

“Could’ve fooled me, since you’ve offered me your tender pussy twice already. Do you want me to pound you into mush?”

“Language, Hawks!” You strictly reminded him, undeterred by your wobbly legs as you tried to remind him who was in charge.

Hawks shot you a look, his face crinkled into furrowed eyebrows and a crooked grin, a look that screamed ‘Seriously?’

“Listen, ma’am, wood happens. I’ve dealt with it plenty of times like any other guy, so I’m telling you that I don’t need to bang to get rid of this.” He pulled up his tan loose pants, the bulge not as obvious, but still visible. “But if you really insist on ordering me to fuck you silly, be my guest.”

You weren’t exactly going to do that, it’s just that Hawks was acting so unfazed by his strong arousal, but his body was very clearly telling a different story. His breathing was heavier than necessary, and every time after he made eye contact with you, it’s like he had to spend a minute to compose himself. However, if he’s confident that he can endure…

“Fine,” you sighed, watching him suit up with more interest than you cared to admit. You hobbled on out and into the kitchen.

“Need help, granny?” You heard him offer. “I can fly you to your place if your legs still aren’t working.”

“I’m fine,” you grumbled in annoyance at both him and your uncooperative limbs. The fridge was yanked open and you frowned at its contents. The pizza and chicken wings were the only real food he had, the rest being sugary snacks or microwave meals. Looks like ‘keeping a healthy diet’ will have to be added to your Hawks Maintenance list.

The flaps of wings were heard behind you as Hawks headed for the door, fully geared up and ready for hero work. “Welp, you’re a big girl that can handle yourself. Drive safely, babe. Can’t wait to hear what you have to nag me about at the office.”

“Hmph,” you gave a smirk of your own when you turned away from the humming microwave. “Probably about the next mistake you make for all of the internet to see.”

He waved dismissively and opened the door, the morning sun illuminating him with an enchanting glow. “Come on, have some faith in me. I’ll be careful.”

Crimson wings spread as he steps outside, but the door closes before you can watch him take off.

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Buzzfood.com

HAWKS SPORTS STIFFY ON THE JOB

Written by Yuki Burushito

Now, I know that I’ve been posting enough Hawks-related articles to last a year, but can you blame me with all the weird behavior he’s been exhibiting this month? You probably think that I have a boner for the guy, but let me tell you this: one of us has a boner, and it isn’t me.

Everyone’s favorite hawk was hiding a woodpecker in his pants today. The best part is that it apparently lasted hours, given that it was mentioned in several incidents throughout the day, but the clearest example was when he subdued a mugger at noon, which was filmed by a bystander and is already making the rounds across the web.

Yet another extreme apprehension from Hawks—though it doesn’t top the beating he gave to that frisky peacock—I sure didn’t expect the fast-working hero to swoop down on a fleeing thief and slam him into the ground. I’m certain that a few feathers would have done the job just fine. When the pinned mugger felt Hawks Jr. poking at his back, he lifted his busted face off the ground and screamed, “Is this shit turning you on?!”

While everyone is currently having a field day with that meme-able clip, the answer is most likely no. Hawks was hard before the mugging occurred. Since I’ll probably be writing about him again by...I don’t know, tomorrow, I’ll cut to the chase. You have probably heard the theories that Hawks is experiencing some sort of rut. 

Well, it’s time for me to come out and say that I fully support those theories. “But Mr. Burushito!” I hear you say. “If this is something as regular as a rut, how come he’s never acted this wild before?” My answer to that is: I have no idea. He’s still a rather young man; maybe whatever sexual cycles his body possesses have only started appearing recently.

Honestly, you can never be sure with mutant types. Their bodies never make any damn sense.

“I take offense to that last sentence.”

You didn’t react to Hawks’s comment as you both read the article on your phones. After seeing multiple images of ‘Hard Hawks’, as he’s been nicknamed, taken by several random civilians and shared on their social media accounts, you knew it was only a matter of time before these petty news sites decided to take a bite out of the fresh meat.

Maybe this was your fault for trusting the hormonal bird that was currently seated in front of you while you stood across his desk. The only reason you aren’t scolding him right now is because he already looks so damn miserable. He had removed his protective headphones and visor right after finishing his patrols. A desk fan was turned to its highest setting, blowing directly into the hero’s sweaty face as he tried his hardest to focus on the small screen in his hands. He hasn’t looked at you since you’ve entered the office, but distressed or not, there was a certain matter you had to discuss.

“The deputy apparently called me this morning,” you started, ready to see how he reacts.

You notice him tense for just a second as he continues to scroll through whatever it is he’s looking at.

“It says that I had taken the call, but I sure don’t remember that. What I do remember is that you were awake before me.” Your hands were on your hips, waiting for Hawks to answer to your unspoken accusation. “Well?”

He still stared down at his phone, but it didn’t seem like he was actually looking at anything, his mind elsewhere. “Yeah yeah, I talked to him,” he admitted groggily.

You’re more angered by the fact that the deputy never bothered to call you back, leaving you in the dark from whatever he and Hawks had discussed. “So, what did you two talk about? You know, during my call that was meant for me?”

Hawks finally laid his glassy eyes on you. The energy surrounding him was drastically different from this morning and it made you just a tad anxious. Your body truly didn’t feel up to it when you offered him more sex this morning, but you knew it would be better than him reverting to another delirious state. “In a nutshell, he wants us to keep fucking until I’m better.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “What? He didn’t think it was important to tell me about this?”

He leaned far back into his chair and smiled, beads of sweat trickling down his neck. “Guess not. But hey, you’re doing your job anyway, already serving yourself to me the minute you see a hard-on.”

You glared, considering storming out of the room and calling that asshole immediately. “I don’t appreciate him expecting me to be your personal whore.”

“I know, I know. He’s a real douche, isn’t he? How about we both blow off some steam?” He was already scooting out of his chair and making his way around the desk. “I’m just making one mistake after another. Shoulda just said yes to you this morning. Never pays to be a nice guy, does it?” His voice was sounding rougher with each word, like his throat was changing into a sandpaper tube as he stopped right in front of you.

You trembled, making the mistake of looking down and spotting the erection that was very much still present.

For the sake of your still-burning body, you might need some time to mentally prepare for this. “Alright…but before we leave, just let me—”

“Leave?” Two hands clasped onto your shoulders hard, holding you in place. The raptorial eyes held yours captive, stirring up a heat within you despite your unease. “We’re doing this right here, right now.”

“Wha-I-but-” Your stutters were ignored as he turned you to the desk and bent you over, your back muscles screaming in protest. All of his weight was pressing into you, his deprived cock pushing against your ass.

“And everyone’s already left for tonight, so it’s just you and me.” He’s eagerly yanking your pants down then does the same for his own. 

His fingers wasted no time in groping your sex, the swipes against your folds triggering a steady flow of slick arousal. There should be no one else in the building at this time, but your paranoia still makes you clap a hand over your mouth as you gasp from his sinful touches.

“Mmm, already getting wet for me?” He cooed behind you, his breath feeling like heat emanating from an open flame. “My brave little hen, willing to take as many poundings as she can.”

That’s a pet name you haven’t heard before. Teeth scrape across the space between your neck and shoulder while the head of his cock lubricates itself along your fleshy petals. When he pierces you with a strong jab of his hips, the light nips on your skin become a full-on bite, muffling his own cry. For you, however, the sharp sensation of being filled so suddenly combined with the pain of his teeth pinching into the crook of your neck had you wailing through your hand.

He was already setting a quick pace, giving your bitten area a few apologetic licks before leaning back to properly grip your hips and plow you. Your entire body was rocked forward with each impact, the harsh stroking of your inner walls bringing forth a raw pleasure that you admittedly missed.

But that wasn’t enough to ignore the resurging aches all over you. Your sensitive ass cheeks have become very familiar with slapping against his abdomen, every pleasurable collision also shooting pain up your lower back, and his probing dick was showing no mercy to your delicate insides.

“Haw—ah, Hawks! You need…you need to slow down!” You quavered.

The only response was a series of savage pants and growls as his violent movements continued, informing you that all of his sense and reasoning has disappeared once again. You remember the warning he gave you this morning, and fear that his quip about breaking your pelvis may have been more than just a joke.

You try to twist yourself just enough to see his face and speak to him more directly, but a hand on your back shoves you hard onto the desk, leaving your breasts and belly to scrape against the wooden surface. At least you weren’t fully stripped for this.

How the hell did this happen so fast? He was speaking just a minute ago! Do the after-effects of Libido’s quirk ruin Hawks’s mind that quickly the second his dick touches a pussy?

A moan was being ripped from your throat with every thrust as he upped the speed and force. He was showing no signs of stopping, and your thighs were beginning to cramp. The mixture of colorful pleasure and throbbing pains was making every inch of you shake. His fierce sounds were becoming distant—even with your legs on the verge of giving out and your back muscles crying, you welcomed the fog of bliss that was ready to carry you away.

Your poor legs finally crumpled like frail sticks, only for the frustrated animal behind you to lift your hips up until your entire body was on the desk, arms now dangling over the edge. There was only enough time to reposition your numbed limbs into a low doggy position before Hawks was climbing onto the desk himself, crouching over you and wasting no time in continuing his pummeling.

“Haw…ah…nngh…” Your feeble attempt to speak was quickly squandered. The new angle allowed him to easily strike your more sensitive spots, making your moans even louder. The desk jolted with each powerful jerk of his hips, the feral hero’s wings extending and flapping in sync with his thrusts, papers flying off the desk from the gusts of wind. Through all of the soreness and delightful trembles, you wondered what the current scene looked like to a spectator—the sight of this delirious bird beast, sounding a loud lustful tune of primal urges and carnal desires as he hysterically claimed you.

Your eyes roll back as the hot ripples in your core grow into pulsating waves, Hawks’s unwavering strokes prolonging the intoxicating climax as you quiver under him. You thought you heard a sound from the staggering desk—a snap—but your mind was too far gone at the moment to care.

Hawks tried desperately to keep pumping through your tightening walls, but your delicious grasp on him was draining his stamina. You were gripping the edge of his workspace for dear life, the orgasmic throbs still wracking your body as he rabbit fucked you, ready to fill your womb with the load that has been prepared since morning…

It all happened in slow motion...the sound of wood and metal breaking, the weightless feeling of falling...you had registered it all just a second too late. Your abused body dropped with the collapsing desk, Hawks’s weight crashing down on top of you while papers slowly floated toward the floor. Both of you laid there in agony, the chair somehow falling over and onto Hawks for added insult. A few groaned words revealed that the winged man was fully aware again.

“Augh, fuck…my balls.”

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Wednesday

“Here’s all of the completed paperwork, Hawks sir!”

Hawks beamed at the intern entering his office with a stack of papers. “Ah, thanks, Springer! You’re a real lifesaver, ya know that?”

The aspiring ‘Bouncing Hero’ hopped excitedly on his peculiar coiled legs as he handed over the documents. “Thank you, sir! I’m always here whenever I am needed.” He bowed respectfully. “Although, I just…forgive me for feeling the need to remind you, but please do not forget that I took this internship to do hero work, not to sort and fill papers.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget,” Hawks assured him, taking the cursed heap of papers. You were usually the one that he shoves all of his office-related tasks on, but whenever you were preoccupied, he would pass the burden onto a trainee that was too starry-eyed to acknowledge that they were being used. Yes, he feels a little bad, but his hatred of reading endless forms was too strong for him to care much. “I gotta test your patience and comprehension first, then I’ll be taking you out into the field with me. You’re doing great!” He bullshitted with a smile.

Springer perked up at the words. “Of course! I’ll keep doing my best!” His eyes kept drifting to the large empty space in the room. “Sir, what happened to your desk?”

Hawks looked over at the open spot, feigning surprise as if noticing it for the first time. “Oh, right. I banged my handler on it ’til it broke.”

“…”

“…”

The teen searched the man’s eyes for several long seconds, looking for something, before bursting into boisterous laughter. Hawks joined in with his own chuckles.

“You’re very funny, sir! But I don’t think she would appreciate such a joke. Whatever happened, I hope you get a replacement soon!” He bowed again before walking—well, more like skipping out of the room.

Hawks’s smile didn’t fade when he was alone again, wondering where to place the heavy stack in his hands.

Sometimes the truth makes for the best lie.

—————

Pleasing Hawks when he was a drooling horndog was a challenging test of endurance, but at least it was simple and straightforward. All you gotta do is let him mount you and brace yourself.

But that option was currently out of the question. Your entire body was just too damn stiff and sore, every single movement feeling like the impaired motions of an unoiled tinman. Nevertheless, you still needed to get rid of Hawks’s brand new boner.

So here you were, back at his bed and kneeling on the floor, shyly licking at the swollen rod in your hands. You weren’t the most experienced at this, paying close attention to his noises and responses that came with every action from your fingers and tongue. Hawks was watching your performance with an agitated glare, which was just a tad troubling and added extra pressure.

You licked the prominent vein on the underside of his dick, tracing it up to his bulging head before taking him into the hot cavern of your mouth. He groaned through painfully clenched teeth; he seemed to be enjoying it, yet it looked like his frustration was only growing.

Not yet deterred, you began to suck at him, head bobbing up and down while your hand jerked the extra inches that you couldn’t take in. Your other hand gently held and caressed his enlarged sack, heavy and full of cum that refused to be freed into your mouth. His cock was twitching wildly in your throat, so he has to be close, right? Ignoring the burning in your back and….everything else, honestly, you placed all of your focus on engulfing as much of him as you could, tongue swirling all around him until he inevitably gives in.

But a hand grabs your head and yanks you off of him with a wet surprised gasp.

“Stop…stop…it’s just getting worse.” He choked in a broken voice, staring down at the impossibly hard and red erection.

You wiped off the saliva that had run down your chin. “Why won’t you cum?”

His thighs trembled from all of the unreleased tension; you rubbed them to hopefully calm him just a bit. “Fuck, I…it’s like I can’t do it unless I’m…dammit!” The sudden beat of his angry wings spooked you.

You drew a deep breath. You really weren’t up for this, but leaving him in this state would be too cruel. Not to mention it was putting him in a very sour mood. Hoisting yourself onto the bed (with a few pained whimpers), you faced away from him and lowered your upper body to rest your arms, your ass raised and ready for him.

“You know, Keigo,” you started casually, as if you weren’t laid out in such a compromising position. “When I took this job, I imagined the countless situations I could possibly end up in. I was afraid I’d get caught in the middle of some villainous scheme, like a hostage situation. My silly fangirl side imagined going on dates with my favorite hero. The list of scenarios went on and on.”

The man behind you didn’t say anything, so you kept going. “And yet, ‘presenting myself to Hawks so that he can hump me senseless’ was not on that never-ending list.

He gave an awkward laugh, still sounding as if his throat was constricted. “You don’t have to, babe. I can…I dunno…”

“Just fuck me already.”

Hawks said no more and took hold of your rear. “I’ll try to take it slow. I’ll try.”

He tried and failed. Once he penetrated you, he completely lost himself again. By the time he was satisfied, every fiber of your being was dimmed and immobilized. He helped you get tucked into bed that night.

—————

Thursday

“Please, sir. I’m quite concerned for my health. This would be easier if he was away from the excitement of his work.”

After mulling it over, you had decided to be the one to reach out to the deputy, since he didn’t seem interested in calling you again anytime soon. Your original plan was to brave through the fury of Hawks’s dick until this damn rut ended, just like the deputy intended without your say in the matter.

But when you had to visit the doctor for your pains today, and you walked out with a fucking crutch under your arm, you realized this was all a bit much.

At the moment, you were trying to negotiate for letting Hawks take at least a day or two away from work. The deputy didn’t seem convinced. “Hawks once managed to keep working for an entire day with a broken wing and no visits to the hospital, and you mean to tell me that he should rest just because he has the hormonal urges of a teenager?” His snobbish ass questioned.

“This is—!” You inhaled sharply through your nose, catching yourself and lowering your voice. “This is much stronger than that, sir. Without getting into detail, I have withstood some back-breaking nights.” You consider telling him about your recent hospital visit, but the remaining shreds of your pride wouldn’t allow you to share that. Even you didn’t want to believe that Hawks has literally fucked you until you couldn’t walk.

You heard him snort in your ear. Ugh. “Doesn’t sound like anything a steady dose of painkillers can’t fix,” he dismissed.

You gave up making him understand your suffering and tried something else. “Sir, Hawks has faithfully served the Commission since he was a child. He has become one of the most accomplished heroes this generation has ever seen. His skills and dedication have done nothing but help the Commission become a more positive icon all over Japan. Don’t you think such a loyal and hard-working hero deserves at least one day off?”

“No.”

Well, shit. “…Alright, um, thank you for taking the time to hear me. I’ll get back to my duties.”

“Yes, that would be great,” he said listlessly before hanging up.

What an asshole.

—————

“What happened?”

Hawks’s words carry a dangerous tone when he sees you enter his office with the help of your walking aid. It makes you pause.

Going by the sharp yet troubled look in his eyes, you could tell that the tone wasn’t directed at you. ‘Did someone hurt you?’  That’s what he was really asking. His concern always warmed you. “Nothing, I just…” You hate reminding yourself that this even happened. “The pains were getting really bad.”

It takes a minute for those words to sink in, then his eyes widen in some sort of amazement. “Oh.” A flurry of feathers fly off of his wings and form a small floating cushion in front of you. “There, have a seat. Don’t want you hurting anymore than you already do.”

You eye the levitating seat before approaching and lowering yourself onto it. It was like a soft yet firm pillow, and you didn’t miss how the feathers seemed to all shiver, red barbs shaking rapidly as you adjusted your rump.

“Thank you,” you said while resting the crutch onto your lap. Once you were comfortable, you looked at the hero and the brand new furniture between the both of you. “I like your new desk.”

“Thanks. This one is pure steel, much more durable.” He winked.

You return it with a roll of your eyes. “Wonderful. Anyhow, I want to discuss a local hero event coming in two weeks. Your presence would do well to—” you noticed that he was snickering, lips pursed in a strained effort not to fully laugh. “Did I say something funny?”

He shook his head while short amused breaths still escaped him. “I’m sorry, I know you’re hurting and all, but…” He was cackling now, hunching over the desk as he struggled to explain. “I can’t believe I put you in crutches!”

Your face burned with both embarrassment and anger at how hilarious he found the situation. “Hawks…”

He coughed and noisily cleared his throat. “Sorry, I promise to keep it in my pants from now on.” A mischievous grin was plastered on his face. “I mean, I don’t wanna put you in a wheelchair next!”

With a wheeze and happily flailing wings, Hawks keeled over onto the desk with his face buried in his arms, the laughs muffled but still going strong. You just watch with a frown, listening to his mumbled joke about how ‘once you go hawk, you won’t be able to walk’.

What an asshole.

—————

Saturday

Hawks was definitely getting better. You could tell with each passing day, taking mental notes on how he was having an easier time holding your gaze, or how he was able to stay close to you without growing in his pants. Thank god, because your body was still recovering. Another round of wild sex will only cripple you further.

That’s why the incident currently being reviewed on television was filling you with dread. You sat in the main room of Hawks’s house, the house that you practically lived in for nearly a week, watching coverage of the recent attack at the Fukuoka City Mall. The footage of various species of birds flying into the shopping center and swarming the unsuspecting civilians was almost comical, the colorful animals squawking loudly as they snatched every shiny valuable in sight.

A man with the head of a macaw, apparently going by the villain name of Parakill, stood at the center of the chaos, chirping excitedly as his fowl goons showered him in jewels and baubles. His robbery was cut short when small red blurs whizzed into the scene, pinning the criminal onto the floor and chasing around the army of birds until they surrendered their stolen goods. You weren’t prepared for the deafening chorus of tweets and shrieks when the winged hero stepped into the camera’s line of sight.

The restrained villain was cawing and screeching angrily, most likely commanding his birds. You couldn’t see Hawks’s face clearly due to the distance and quality, but you could still make out the intimidating glare as his wings slowly spread out into their full span, each individual feather looking slightly sharpened. Any bird that made a move was quickly poked with a red quill, each and every one of them eventually staying in place while uttering quiet submissive peeps. Parakill’s look of rage slowly morphed into one of fear. Once the danger was surely dealt with, Hawks called for any lingering citizens to leave the area while he retrieved the villain.

You were still in awe as the news switched to another story. Some sort of dominance was asserted there. You weren’t sure how, but it definitely happened. The worrying part was that tapping into his primal instincts like that has probably riled him up. Christ, he’s probably rushing over right now to fuck you into the mattress again.

Only about thirty minutes had passed when you hear the twist of the doorknob and the front door opening. You stand in anxious anticipation. How disheveled and hungry is he going to look? Is he going to jump you on sight?

But the Hawks that walks in is…composed, his face free of tension and layers of sweat as he spots you and offers a friendly smile. “Sup.”

You’re too stunned to give anything more than a “Hey” as he walks past you and heads for his room.

It’s a miracle. No sexual excitement after such a tense encounter with not only a villain, but another male bird mutant? Was he truly getting that much better? There wasn’t enough certainty to approach him while he was changing, so you stayed on the couch and stared at the large screen until he chose to come out on his own.

You were still channel surfing by the time he was strutting over in his loose and comfy clothes, plopping down onto the couch with a wing outstretched and tucking itself behind your back. You gulped—not sure what he had planned for you.

“Relax. You’re acting like I’m gonna eat you,” he teased, watching you flip through the TV’s guide.

“You’re not? I can’t be too sure after what happened today.” You turned to him, watching his keen golden eyes shift and meet yours. The gaze wasn’t glassy. It wasn’t predatory. “You really feel alright?”

“Haven’t felt this good in the past two weeks. It’s nice to be a civil human again.”

You relaxed a bit and shuffled in your seat, fully aware of how his wing was wrapped around your shoulder like an affectionate arm. “About the attack at the mall…” You began. “What exactly was happening there?”

“What, you mean what I did to the birds? Parakill was trying to sic them on me.” He straightened up with a grinning face that radiated pride. “So I rearranged the pecking order. His birds don’t answer to him anymore.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “You didn’t. You can do that?”

“Sure can! It’s not that hard. I mean, don’t think that I have a bunch of attack birds at my command now.  Animal control took them in to be relocated, not to mention some of them were illegal exotics.”

“Ah, that’s…impressive.”

“Heh, remember this, babe,” he leaned in until his lips were grazing your ear, his lowered voice and hot breath making you shudder. “I’m always the top bird.”

You shake off his flirting and try to keep your composure. “Right, of course. I’m just really glad that you’re getting better.”

His wing pulled you in for a tight hug that made you squeak. “All thanks to my sweet hen of a handler. Couldn’t have gotten through this without you.” He heard your pained grunts and instantly released you. “Whoops, sorry.”

You rolled your stiff shoulders and sighed. “It’s fine. You’re not the only one who’s getting better. Just do me a favor and try to forget that I was ever this sore from sex.”

Hawks laughed softly as he took your hands in his. The gesture surprised you after experiencing days of rough and impatient touches. “Hey,” he was almost whispering, forcing you to lean in closer to hear him. “It’s been a wild week. My mind’s been all over the place and I’ve put you through a lot. And…” He looked away with his brows pinched in a pained expression, troubled over something you didn’t know about. Before you could ask, his face drew closer, until your foreheads were pressed together. “Mind if I do one more thing with you?”

You were completely lost. You didn’t understand the sudden tenderness, his somber mood, or why he was talking with some sort of finality to his words.

“Let me take you to bed.”

The fuck?

“Keigo,” you leaned away from him, paying no mind to how you already missed his warm closeness. “I said I was getting better, but I’m not that much better.”

He shook his head, bringing your hands closer to his chest. “No, not like that. Just…I wanna do this properly with you for once. Some nice, regular sex. Hell, doesn’t even have to be full-on sex, I just want to…feel you.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Feel me?” You repeated.

He nodded eagerly with a big-ass smile. The normally cheeky young man was acting so genuine right now.

It was hard to say no to that.

“Alright.”

Hawks said no more, pulling you up on your feet and taking you to the room you both have shared for several nights. He was quick in removing your clothes, peeling each article off smoothly before doing the same to his own. The mood felt so different from your other intimate meetups that you couldn’t help but feel modest all over again.

Calloused hands were gently pushing you down onto your back, and you watch as the handsome man above opens up his wings, his eyes closed as if entering a trance.

“Whenever we fucked, I never felt like I was really there,” he recalled out loud, looking more relaxed than you’ve ever seen. “I could feel you, see you, hear you, but it’s like my body was moving on its own. I was in the backseat of my own head.”

With a deep inhale and exhale, he stared down at you with a look of desire, but not the savage kind. You’re not quite sure what it was…maybe the look of a lover.

Fingers traced your face, trailing down your cheek, brushing your lips, and skimming over your well-marked neck. “Now I finally get to feel you however I want.”

Your breath caught in your throat when his lips made contact with the flesh right over your pulse, planting a few light kisses before mouthing at your neck, the random swipe of a tongue making you gasp.

His open wings twitched in response at the small sound. He was trying to savor every single one of your reactions. That’s intense.

He was in no rush, mouth moving down slowly and stopping to observe the bruise near your shoulder. “Damn, I bit you hard. That’s…when we were in the office, right?” he asked.

You hummed and nodded. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t as painful as a fully grown man falling on top of me after ramming me through a desk.”

Hawks chuckled at the memory while rolling your breast around in his hands. “Man, that really crushed my nuts. I swear my voice was a pitch higher for the rest of the night.” He laughed into your tits, licking at the squishy mounds as he took in each of your shivers and moans.

“Maybe, but that was probably just from you crying about how you could no longer give me chicks.” Yeah, that was a weird time.

“Shh, that didn’t happen,” he denied.

“Yes, it did. I had to hold you as you sobbed.”

“Lies.”

“You were worse than I’ve ever been on my perio—ah!” A bite on your nipple silenced you.

Hawks shot you a playful glare, daring you to say more. When your mouth stayed shut, he gave a satisfied purr and sucked at the same perky bud, soothing the sting before moving on to the other.

You felt relaxed; this was all so much calmer than what you have gotten used to. While you won’t deny that his feral side was as pleasurable as it was tiring, at least you can finally take the time to breathe and soak up what he’s doing. Judging from his vibrating feathers, he probably felt the same.

He licked down your stomach while his hands ran down your sides until they reached the purple finger-shaped blemishes on your hips. He winced at the sight. “Ouch.”

“Yeah, ouch.”

He nurtured the marks with his mouth, careful not to apply too much pressure and cause any pain.

“You don’t have to be so delicate,” you hesitantly tell him. “The day you were under the quirk’s influence, you uh, you were doing the same to the bruises on my back…felt kind of good.”

His lips curved into a devilish smile. “Oh, so you like a little pain? My innocent little hen?”

“Shut up,” you said with a blush. “It’s your fault that I’ve felt everything but innocent lately.”

“True, true. I didn’t mean to open you up to the wonderful world of rough play.” His mouth closes around a bruise and sucks hard, shooting a sharp pleasurable burn that traveled straight down to your core. “Ooooh, I felt that.”

You can only whimper as he laps at the sensitive area, but part of you wants him to bring that scary jolt of pain again.

“I wanna know,” he says between licks. “Just how much did you enjoy me letting loose on you? How many times did we do it the first day?”

A few more kisses are laid on your hips before he continues his descent. Your breath quickens in nervous excitement when he nestles his head between your legs, face dangerously close to your hot sex.

“Come on, hen. At least give me a guess.” He turns to your thighs and showers them with timid pecks.

The sheets beneath you crinkle under your death grip. “Don’t know…lost count after the seventh time,” you admit through gritted teeth.

“Aww, what a shame,” his mouth wanders further inside your thigh. “Do you know how many times you came?”

“I don’t know. A lot.”

He bit into you and enjoyed the resulting yelp. “Mmmm, definitely a lot. Enough to knock you out. So sad that neither of us remember just how thoroughly I wrecked you.”

His naughty lips are just an inch away from your nether ones, your breath quickening in anticipation. Hawks looks up at you, most likely enjoying the view of your heaving chest. But he does well in reminding you how much of a bastard he is by switching to your other thigh, subjecting you to another round of kisses.

“Keigooo,” you whine pathetically, feeling your aches as your muscles tense from the teasing.

“Hold on, I’ve got more questions. What was your favorite position?”

“What?”

“Come on, you’ve got plenty to choose from,” he licks the sweat that was beginning to coat your skin.

Both your embarrassment and his tongue were making it very difficult to answer. You stammer over your words while his mouth moves inward, but once again, he stops at your mound.

“You really can’t think of one?” He gives you a ridiculously sad face—large puppy eyes and a puckered bottom lip—it would have looked more innocent if he wasn’t so close to your most private area.

You realize that he wasn’t going to take any further action until you gave him an answer. “I…when I’m on my hands and knees…” You swallow despite the dryness of your throat. “…and you’re on top of me…”

“Ah,” he sighs, and you feel his thumbs part your outer lips like a damp pair of curtains. He stares down at the pussy that he has battered more times than either of you can count, and yet it drips for him even now. The feel of a single finger running down your wetness makes your entire body jerk. “You like it when I mount you like a dog?”

“Yes,” you choke.

He blows on your quivering cunt. “What do you like about it so much?”

“I…you…I don’t…”

“Do you just love feeling like an animal too? Love it when a crazed horny guy humps you into the floor?” He finally indulges you with a long lick from your hole to your clit, and the hot muscle already has you moaning. “Is that it?”

“Ah…maybe…” You answer, and he rewards you with another lick. Listening to his questions was becoming a challenge.

“Hmm, would you love it if I fucked you until my bed gives out? You’re a pretty expensive girl to mess around with,” he jokes. He then dives in, sloppily making out with your folds that have been begging for more gentle attention for days.

Your head thrashes against the pillow. His licks and sucks were both pleasurable and soothing against your beaten pussy. You were finally freed from his powerful stare when he closed his eyes and fully concentrated on eating you out. He alternated between sucking loudly on your velvety folds and lapping at your opening, sometimes dipping his tongue inside so that he can feel your walls attempt to grab him.

The building pressure in your belly has become an old friend at this point, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t excited whenever it arrived and begged it to explode and bring you back to that lovely state of euphoria. Hawks’s mouth was moving more fervently as he drank in more of your juices, as if your nectar was intoxicating him. His deep moans rattled your insides while he smacked his wet lips against every inch of your womanhood, giving your swollen clit a smooch before sucking hard.

“Mm…oh god…Keigo, please…”

He growled with your bud still in his mouth, blinding you with the electrifying pleasure that was only enhanced by the sudden intrusion of two fingers in your throbbing cavern. The slow inner massage guided you to the top where stars burst in your vision, each orgasmic throb bringing forth a shameless moan. The stimulated wings fluttered from the overwhelming pleasure surrounding them, Hawks giving light licks and kisses until you were back down to earth.

“Fuck, that was good,” he said breathlessly, as if he was the one that just got sent to heaven. “You felt amazing, so nice and clear.” His wings finally folded behind his back as he straightened himself and wiped his glistening face.

You were ready to drift away into a happy slumber until you saw Hawks move to get off the bed and spotted the very familiar hardness that was bobbing with his movements. “Wait! You’re…” Your eyes dart from his face to his erection.

“Don’t worry about that; fapping works again!” he told you cheerfully before changing to a devious smirk. “What, did you wanna watch or something?”

“No,” you snapped a bit more loudly than intended. “I…want you inside of me.”

He froze.

“You sure?”

“Very.”

He crawled back between your legs—clearly trying not to look too eager—and was already aiming his cock at your opening. Your nod of approval was all he needed to push inside and damn, that was one hell of a face and moan he made.

You reflexively braced yourself for an immediate pounding, but the throbbing length just stayed there, twitching in response to every pulse from your surrounding walls. Hawks appeared absolutely fascinated by the sight of him sheathed inside of you before looking up to your face, eyes filled with a warm lust, not the unfocused kind that you have gotten used to.

He pulled out slowly and pushed back in at the same speed. “Ooooh, fuck, baby. So hot…so tight…” He murmured with a broken groan. The lazy thrusts allowed you to feel every inch of him stretch you, his veins rubbing against you for added texture and stimulation. Your hypersensitive pussy appreciated the easy pace, and even better, it was also working for the hero above you.

His hips gradually sped up overtime, but never into something rough and aggressive. It was more like a grind, his abs rippling with every deep push. His flushed face has gotten dangerously close to yours, allowing you to watch the pulsating pupils of his avian eyes.

The only time he ‘kissed’ you was on the first day, though a more appropriate description would be that he simply smashed his mouth against yours. Now, as you stared at his parted lips while hot breaths blew onto your face, you had a strong desire to finally give him a proper one.

Good thing Hawks was a damn mind reader, because he brought his lips down to yours right after you finished the thought. They were soft, softer than you expected from a guy that flew at high speeds all day. Then again, he was also a sex symbol that needed to take care of himself.

His mouth was clearly more skilled than yours, so you let him take the lead, lips molding perfectly against yours with playful licks. The added intimacy sped up his hips and raised his volume, his entire mouth engulfing yours as he moaned into you. Your tongue found his and engaged in a frantic dance. He’s tensing up; you give him some encouragement by wrapping your arms and legs around his sweaty form, giving the base of his wings a few rubs. Your mouths part to catch your breaths, a strand of saliva linking your tongues together

“Cum inside me, Keigo.”

“Oh fuck.” Your words have him pumping erratically into you, but you’ve dealt with worse. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, whimpering at your legs that keep him locked in place and urging him to release his creamy essence as deep inside you as possible.

His trembles are powerful, but even better were the cracked whines vibrating against your neck as he emptied himself into your womb. You never get tired of watching his wings lifelessly drop whenever he wears himself out. You cradle his spent body—it’s all so similar to the first time he took you, except this time he moves just a little to the side to relieve you of some of his weight. He doesn’t move you for another round, he just relaxes into your cuddles.

“Thanks,” he says softly, already close to dozing off.

You’re not sure what exactly he’s thanking you for, but it makes you smile anyway. “You’re welcome.”

A wing stretches over you as a blanket, the warm soft feathers doing well to pull you into dreamland as well. Hawks’s heavy breaths tell you that he was already out.

You close your eyes. It looks like you both managed to survive the worst rut of Hawks’s life. This sure as hell wasn’t what you signed up for, but looking back, it wasn’t that bad. Except for the crutch. The crutch never happened.

As sleep claimed you, you wondered what the future had in store for you and the winged hero.

—————

Monday

“I just got fired.”

Hawks flinched at the news, scratching at his back awkwardly. “Aww man, that’s…oof, what a shocker.”

For some reason, his surprise didn’t sound very real. But you were way too upset at the moment to question it further. “Well, I guess it’s more like a demotion. They’re still allowing me into a position I have more experience in. It’s probably back to desk work for me,” You sighed, pacing back and forth across the office in a desperate attempt to expel some of your anger. “But I can’t believe this. I can’t believe that he basically kept me around to be your fucking fleshlight, and then threw me away after you were satisfied!”

Hawks shrugged with an apologetic look. “It really sucks, babe. You can’t forget: the real studs are the Commission. No one fucks more people than them. A lot of us are a one-time use to those guys. I’m just lucky enough to have a longer expiration date than most. Or unlucky. I dunno.”

You didn’t either, honestly. Hawks deserved better. “They’re such assholes, yet here I am ready to keep working for them. I so badly want to say ‘fuck you’ and leave, but…” You trailed off.

Hawks finished your sentence with a smirk. “They pay too well?”

Your head lowers in shame. “Yeah.”

A wing pats you on the back as he laughs. “I’m not judging, angel. That’s probably what keeps most of the guys around.” He steps closer to you, gently taking your chin to tilt your head back up. “I’m gonna miss you though. Whoever they send to watch my ass next isn’t going to be half as fun as you.”

The comment warms you. You take his hand and pull it further up to your face, letting him cup your cheek. “Thanks, but I was pretty bad at the job. They would have kicked me down sooner or later.”

He came in closer. “True, you sucked. But you’re the first handler I got to know so well. Inside and outside.” His chuckle is hot against you before he locks his lips to yours. The kiss becomes more heated than expected—he’s tugging at your lip and thrusting his tongue in and out of your mouth in a way that makes your thighs press together. You tear yourself away from his face, breathless.

“Hawks…?”

His tongue slowly runs over his upper lip. Goddamn. “Sorry, little hen. I was just hoping you’d like a nice goodbye gift. I can give you more, if you want.”

You’re so pissed off at yourself for throbbing in response to his offer.

He pulls you back in and takes hold of the waistband of your pants. “How about it? Wanna get to know my new desk a little better?”

The sounds resonating from the office that morning scarred Springer.

#bnha #smut #hawks #keigo takami #hawks x reader #keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader

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When We Were Young- An Obitine Story- Chapter 30

Satine didn’t look up at the footsteps approaching. She had tried to take back some power by not eating, but she knew that couldn’t last long, so Satine gobbled everything up that she could get.

“Duchess?”

Satine rolled over, ignoring the Count.

“Duchess?”

“Stop bothering me, Dooku.” she huffed.

“It’s us, Satine.” Anakin announced.

The Duchess rolled over so quickly she fell onto the floor.

“Ben?” 

“Yes, darling,” Obi-Wan was already at the bars, “I’m here.”

Satine opened her mouth to tell him about the baby, but her lips trembled, there were too many ears.

“Let me in.” the Jedi ordered.

“Master Kenobi-”

“We’re friends, Hondo,” Obi-Wan asked, “aren’t we?”

“So it’s true then,” the pirate crossed his arms, “the children.”

“I met them,” Dooku added, answering first, “two redheads and two blondes.”

Satine growled. Anakin told the Count to shut up.

“Alright,” Hondo waved his hand, “I’ll allow it.”

Her Jedi burst through the cell door.

The Duchess reached out, “Obi!”

“Satine.” he embraced her.

Tears pricked at Satine’s eyes, her Obi-Wan was here, everything was going to be okay now.

“Lady Khaami,” Obi-Wan shook her hand, “thank you for staying.”

“Of course, Master Jedi,” Khaami smiled, “ladies are loyal to their mistresses.”

Dooku snorted. Satine lifted her head enough to see Anakin smash the Count’s head into the bars using the force.

Obi-Wan helped Satine onto the chaise, keeping an arm around her at all times.

“That’s long enough, Kenobi.”

Ignoring Hondo, the Jedi placed his forehead on Satine’s.

“Kenobi-”

“Marry me when the war is over.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“I will,” Satine guided the Jedi’s hand to her stomach, “you have my word.”

Anakin came in then and had to physically pull Obi-Wan off Satine, both Jedi were near tears.

“Look after her,” Anakin charged Khaami, “please.”

“I shall, Master Jedi,” the lady nodded, “to the best of my ability.”

Hondo helped lead Dooku out with the Jedi, but came back to Satine when he finished, by then Vizsla was gone as well.

“You have so far denied the rumors publicly about you and Kenobi having children,” he sat outside the bars, “but I have some friends who told me you paid for false birth certificates, six of them.”

Satine sighed, but it was Khaami who spoke.

“Can you imagine the scandal,” she asked, “a high profile politician and a famous Jedi General, not to mention old prejudices and what the Duchess’ enemies would do to her?”

“I am sorry, Duchess, truly, I am,” Hondo apologized, “we will try to make your stay as comfortable as possible.”

“Thank you,” Satine mumbled.

“Senator Amidala is in charge of working out a deal, so have faith,” Hondo stood, “but if you need extra blankets, food, anything-”

“What about medical needs?”

The pirate was taken aback.

“The Duchess is expecting,” Khaami explained, “that’s why Master Kenobi was loath to leave her.”

Hondo sighed.

“You still are our hope for ransom, Your Grace,” the pirate crossed his arms, “we’ll see what the Senator can do.”

The pirate stood and made to leave.

“Hondo?” Satine asked.

The criminal turned back around.

“Is there any way you will set me free, besides financially?”

Hondo sighed, “Master Kenobi is a dear friend of mine, but no, I don’t think-”

“The Queen of Zygerria is my second cousin,” I tell him, “my great aunt leads the Alderaanian House of Cortess, and my cousin, Theala Vandron, could certainly help me if she wished.”

Ohnaka raised his eyebrows.

“Can you get me communication with them,” Satine begged, “or Senator Amidala?”

The pirate sighed, “I will not show my favoritism for you, Duchess, though your offer does sound intriguing.”

Hondo left and Satine sighed.

“It’s alright, Your Grace,” Khaami smiled sadly, helping the Duchess stand, “this is surely going to be resolved.”

It took a month for a deal to be brokered, and it involved offering a Mandalorian trade contact to the pirates. Satine was horrified.

“The Duke of Sundari clearly had his reservations,” Hondo gestured, “but at least he signed it.”

The cell doors opened and Satine stood.

“I wish to bathe and change outfits.” she announced.

A couple of the pirates groaned.

“Alright,” Hondo sighed, “take your lady with you.”

The warm water felt so good to the Duchess, who was surprised to see that her baby bump was already noticeable.

“I’ll see if they have anything to help with that.” Khaami nodded.

“Thank you.”

Khaami returned with a shirt that was far too big for her.

“Why-”

“It’ll hide it,” the lady assured, “they only had pants,”

Satine caught a glance of herself in a mirror before leaving the room. She looked surprisingly well, she had been a good prisoner. Satine ate her food, slept, and cried. Her face had an unusual pallor to it and she noticed a couple strands of gray in her hair, but other than that Satine looked normal. The Duchess wondered what the cameras would see.

“Come, Satine,” Khaami took her arm, “it’s time.”

There was a Mandalorian delegation outside to meet her, Jaym and many of her personal guards all bowed as she stepped out, but then Satine noticed her son.

“Korkyrach,” the Duchess stumbled to him, “my boy, my boy.”

“You’re alright, Lady Mother,” he whispered, “you’re safe now.”

Next, Korkie kissed Khaami’s hand, and told her that Mandalore was most appreciative.

“Of course, Your Grace, it was my duty.”

Hondo cleared his throat. Satine turned, keeping an arm around her son.

“We look forward to working with you,” he smiled, “I will tell you we make great allies.”

“You are pardoned, Hondo,” Satine raised an eyebrow, “for your crimes against Mandalore. We certainly hope you can live up to your word.”

And with that she boarded her ship. Satine didn’t heave a sigh of relief until they took off. Then, she laid her head on Korkie’s shoulder.

“Did they treat you well?” he wondered.

“Friends of your father’s,” Satine mumbled quietly, “not awful, although I only got one bath.”

Korkie tried to smile at her use of humor.

“It’s alright, son of mine,” Satine whispered, “I am alright.”

The Duke of Sundari tightened his grip around his mother.

“When can I see your siblings?” the Duchess asked.

“Tristan is coming after school, and Mara’s waiting at the palace,” Korkie assured, “father is going to bring Tyra and the twins secretly tonight.”

Satine nodded, happy that she would get to see her family.

“The press is going to go crazy once we arrive,” Khaami warned, “I’ve seen a couple feeds already.”

The Duchess sighed.

“We’ll be okay,” Korkie assured, “you can walk, right?”

“Yes, my boy,” Satine straightened, “I can.”

Once they landed, the Duchess stood and took Korkie’s arm, Khaami kept a hand on her lady’s back, and they were lowered into the fray.

“Your Grace-”

“Duchess, what do you think-”

Cameras flashed, Satine winced.

“Your Grace, how would you describe-”

“Duchess-”

The guards and to push reporters aside so that Satine could get on the speeder to the palace.

“I hope this is alright,” Korkie whispered, “we wanted them to see you were alive.”

“I am.” Satine responded.

Khaami’s daughter and husband were waiting on the platform and the lady squealed when she saw them. A smile came to Satine’s face, Khaami had been so helpful these past few months, she deserved some happiness.

When the palace doors closed behind her, Satine nearly collapsed.

“Parna!”

The two embraced.

“Med bay,” Korkie told the lady, “just to be sure.”

“Hera will oversee it,” Satine decided.

The nurse was happy to see Satine, but as soon as she drew the examining curtain closed, Hera asked what was wrong.

“I’m pregnant again.” the Duchess whispered.

Hera’s eyes went wide.

“I know it’s a short time after,” Satine frowned, “will there be problems?”

The nurse hesitated, “It will be very hard on your body, and I am firmly against a corset this time.”

“A girdle?” the Duchess ventured.

Hera shook her head, “Let’s just get you a regular test, and how far along do you think you are?”

Satine frowned, “Eight, nine weeks?”

Hera pulled up Satine’s shirt and looked down at her stomach, “You’re kinda noticeable.”

“With twins it usually was three or four months.” the Duchess remembered.

“I’ll get that test,” Hera nodded, “I have some theories.”

When they got the results, Satine vomited. Hera sighed.

“I expected triplets,” she confessed, “but does your family have a history of multiple children at once?”

“My sister and I are twins,” Satine explained, “but really? Three?”

“Two boys and a girl,” Hera said, checking the test, “I suggest you take this one carefully.”

“I will.”

“We’ll give you a sonogram,” the nurse stood, “triplets are higher risk, and I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re older now.”

“I’m almost thirty-seven,” Satine swallowed, “believe me, I know.”

At that moment, Parna called out that she had Korkie and Mara with her.

“Come!” the Duchess ordered.

Satine told the kids to close their eyes, but Parna gasped when she saw the Duchess and easing the children into the truth didn’t happen.

“Mother-”

“Your father knows,” Satine held up her hands, “he came to see me in prison.”

Mara sighed, “A Jedi Council Master, his noble Mandalorian wife, and their seven children.”

“Nine,” Satine swallowed, “it's triplets.” Korkie looked horrified.

“I’ll be alright, son of mine,” the Duchess took her son’s hand, “Hera is running some tests, but tell Tristan and Tyra when they arrive.”

Korkie kissed his mother’s cheek and said he would do so, then Mara squeezed her mother’s hand.

“We’re quite a large family.” she winked.

“What till you tell your father about the triplets,” Satine sighed, “if he faints, we’ll bring him here.”

The kids laughed.

“I love you both.” the Duchess smiled.

“We love you too, Lady Mother.”

There were three children in her womb, two boys and a girl. Satine sighed, this was going to be difficult.

“All done,” the nurse smiled, “we’ll do another one in a couple of weeks.”

“Thank you, Hera,” the Duchess sat up, “we’ll see how this one goes.”

The nurse wagged her finger, “No corsets.” 

“No corsets.” Satine agreed.

The Duchess spent the rest of the day in bed, and it was marvelous. The kitchens had made her favorite food, traditional Mandalorian cuisine was famous for meaty delights, and Satine did not complain. There was also her favorite imported juice and sweet fruits for dessert. The Duchess finished her meal with a happy sigh as Obi-Wan burst through the door.

“Darling,” Satine smiled, “how are you?”

The Jedi’s eyes went wide, flustered, “How are you?”

Satine laughed, “Well.”

  Korkie guided his father into the room.

“I can’t believe it,” Tyra giggled, holding Lyra, “more little cuties!”

“Bring me my little cuties,” Satine held out her arms, “even my grown ones.”

Mara and Tyra handed her Jinn and Lyra.

“My oh my,” the Duchess grinned, “are you girls teething?”

Jynn and Lyra cooed happily, arms reaching up for Satine’s neck.

“You too, Tyra.” Satine ordered.

The eldest daughter kissed her mother’s cheek and sat at the end of the bed next to her father. Mara was on her left, and Korkie on her right.

“Come, Tristan.”

Her son obeyed, crawling onto the edge of the bed on Obi-Wan’s other side.

“So,” he began, “have you picked out any names yet?”

“No, actually,” Satine grinned, “but we’re open for suggestions.”

Everyone started talking at once, and Obi-Wan caught Satine’s eye.

“Alright, then,” the Duchess held up her hands, letting the twins crawl around, “there’s one more piece of information you need to know.”

Suddenly, all the children were quiet.

“Two boys and a girl.”

Cheers went up and Satine felt wholly happy. There was a warmth in her belly that wasn’t the triplets, Obi-Wan looked the same way. He held out his hand and the Duchess took it.

“I like Sylvian,” Korkie confessed, “for a boy.”

“Ooh.” Mara clapped.

“What about Jacen?” Tyra suggested.

“I like that.” Tristan agreed.

“Both suggestions are good,” Obi-Wan smiled, “but what about a girl’s name?”

No one came up with anything that really stuck, so instead, Satine asked how long her family could stay.

Tyra threw up her arms in the air, “We have the weekend off!” 

“I just have some homework,” Tristan confessed, “but otherwise I’m good.”

“I’d love to stay with you, Lady Mother,” Mara’s face flinched, “I don’t have a trainer anymore.”

“Of course, Darling,” Satine held out her arms, “you can be one of my ladies!”

Mara was delighted.

“What about you, Kork?” Tyra teased.

Korkie shot Tyra a look, “I have work to catch up on.”

Obi-Wan burst into laughter.

“Nice try, son.”

Korkie shrank, “What?”

“I heard that Master Mundi’s daughter Kara has a date this weekend.”

Mara squealed, Tristan snorted.

“You know what Tristan,” Korkie crossed his arms, “how long did it take you to get Sori’s comm info?”

“Oh, you think you’re so funny!”

Mara and Tyra traded looks.

“Tyra Satine,” the Duchess began, “do you know who Sori is?”

“Yes, actually,” Tyra nodded, “Mara and I met her in the underground, she’s the heir to Zygerria, Cousin Miraj’s daughter.”

“She’s a better fighter than Tristan.” Mara added.

“You don’t know that!”

Mara raised an eyebrow.

“How’s Boba, Mara?” Tristan snapped back.

Mara crossed her arms the same way Korkie had, going on the defensive.

“He’s fine, but if you really cared, you should ask Tyra about her Sith Lord in training.”

“Don’t call him that,” Tyra pouted, “he betrayed his father and saved my life!”

Obi-Wan sighed, Satine laughed.

“Oh, Children,” she shook her head, “I’m glad you can tease each other.”

“It’s what siblings do,” Obi-Wan smiled, “or, so I’ve heard.”

Satine’s comm rang, and Obi-Wan pulled it to his hand.

“It’s from Padme.”

Satine hesitated, “Respond.”

“OH MY GOD, SATINE-”

“Padme, calm down.”

The Senator sighed and looked around.

“Oh, hi, children.”

“Hi, Auntie Padme!”

“Yo,” Anakin walked into the frame, “have you told her yet?”

Padme huffed, “Ani, you ruined the surprise!”

“Told me what?” Satine frowned.

The Senator smiled like a giddy girl, “I’m having twins.”

A moment of silence, then joyous clapping and cheers.

“Congrats, Auntie Padme!”

“Yay!”

“Obi-Wan, can you believe it,” Anakin grinned, “I’m gonna be a Dad!”

Obi-Wan snorted.

“It’s a wonderful thing, Anakin.”

“What are you having?” Satine asked Padme.

“A boy and a girl.” 

Satine gasped, “We can dress all the babies up in matching outfits!”

“Oh, that would be cute,” Padme agreed, “do you know what you’re having?”

“Two boys and a girl.” Anakin looked horrified, “Triplets?”

Obi-Wan laughed, “After six a few more seems like nothing.”

“Oh really,” Satine huffed, “well then you better know how to change diapers.”

There was laughter all around, just as there was all weekend. Satine and her family played garden games, had picnics, sang, danced, and even teased Korkie about his date when he came back.

“Okay, very funny.”

It was a shame when Obi-Wan, Tyra, and the baby twins went back to Coruscant. Then Korkie and Tristan went back to school, Mara became her lady, and Satine went back to work.

“We have a problem,” the Prime Minister frowned, “it’s about your weekend off.”

“My ladies cleared my schedule,” Satine frowned, “it was free.”

“Yes,” Jaru Djarin sighed, “but the palace staff ignited the rumors about you and the Master Jedi, and the possible children.”

“What?”

“Someone overheard palace gossip and published it,” Jaru handed Satine a newspaper, “and it’s very bad.”

Alarms blared in Satine’s head. 

“No-”

The palace alarms went off.

“What?” the Duchess jumped up.

Jaym’s voice appeared over the intercom, “All guards to defense stations, Seperatist ships are approaching.”

The palace went into lockdown, and Satine told all the palace staff to shelter in the cellars. 

“Your Grace,” Parna puffed, “they need you in the broadcasting room.”

The Duchess and Prime Minister both gave speeches just as the first fires were shot.

“Stay calm,” the Prime Minister urged, “stay calm and find shelter.”

The conscripted soldiers from the program that Satine had put in place were sent out to usher people inside and defend the ground. Still, the Duchess was relieved when the Jedi arrived.

“This is Jedi Master Skywalker from the Jedi Temple,” a familiar voice echoed from the outside speakers, “do not be afraid, reinforcements are here.”

Mara ran to her mother, fighting against a stream of people going in the opposite direction.

“The guards are covering the windows,” she panted, “and Auntie Bo called, there’s an uprising in the underworld.”

Satine’s eyes went wide.

“Lady Mother, I know these people,” Mara cried, “I know I can help!”

The Duchess wanted to wail, “I don’t know if I can be parted from you.”

“I’ll be safe, Lady Mother,” Mara promised, “please let me go.”

Satine embraced her daughter tightly.

“My mother’s old armor is in the jewel room,” the Duchess straightened, “Parna will help you into it.”

The next thing Satine did was comm Korkie and Tristan, both of whom were sheltering in place at their schools. She knew they would very likely be safe, but Satine was still worried. Motherhood, it was annoying.

“Momdalore?” her comm beeped.

The Duchess picked it up, “Yes, Ahsoka?”

“Maul is coming to kill you, but Obi-Wan is close behind.”

The Duchess heaved a shaky breath.

“Tyra and Master Vos are coming too, they’re going to the underworld.”

Satine heaved a sigh of relief, but then her comm flew from her hand. Darth Maul crushed the device beneath his fingers, sneering at Satine.

“Duchess.” he growled.

 Satine raised her chin, “I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be.” Maul droned.

Then, he picked her up by the throat, using the force, and flung her backward. She only flew a couple of feet back into the wall, but God, it hurt.

“Maul!”

Satine’s vision was blurry, but she saw a tall shape with orange hair approaching Darth Maul.

“Kenobi,” the monster smiled, pulling Satine back to his feet, “so good to see you.”

The Duchess began to vomit.

“I’ll cut your head off this time, Maul.” Obi-Wan warned.

“You’ve said that before,” the Zabrak waved dismissively, “but now, I will make you watch as I kill your Duchess.”

That’s when the Duchess realized she was reaching for her shock caltrops hidden in a pouch in her right pocket.

“Don’t touch her Maul.” Obi-Wan warned.

The Sith just laughed in response. Satine shoved her frame into Maul’s feet, causing a shift in his balance. Obi-Wan pounced, throwing her out of the way.

“Kenobi!”

Satine crawled towards the first room she saw, using the door handle to pull herself up. After spitting the remaining bile out of her throat, Satine pushed herself inside. It was a red lounge room. The Duchess sprinkled the electric caltrops in front of the door and flopped down on the couch. Her head was still slightly fuzzy and she was worried about the triplets.

“Sleep,” Satine whispered to herself, “sleep.”

She drifted in and out of consciousness to the sound of lightsabers clashing. She was finally woken up from her slumber by one word.

“Duchess.”

Satine looked up just in time to see a blue flare of light protrude from Maul’s chest. The Zabrak looked surprised, but then, he smiled.

“Ben?”

Obi-Wan threw the Sith’s body to the side and embraced her.

“Oh, Ben!”

“It’s alright, Satine,” the Jedi whispered, “you’re okay.”

Obi-Wan's comm rang.

“Dad, it’s Tyra, the Maul pulled the plug on you and Mom.”

Satine frowned, “What?”

“He likely got it from Dooku and was waiting to release it,” Quinlan added, “they sent a picture around.”

“Of us?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Yes,” Tyra answered, “from after we were taken.”

The Duchess closed her eyes, willing this to be a nightmare.

“Oh, and Mara’s with us,” Master Vos informed, “although she was hit hard on the head.”

“No!” Satine gasped.

“Prepare for a new kind of battle,” Tyra warned, “this is gonna be bad.”

#Duchess Satine #satine kryze #obi wan x satine #satine x obiwan #obi wan kenobi #obiwan #obitine #starwars #The Clone Wars #fanfiction #fanfic #final battle

[whatdidimissjm]

10 Days of Shipping, Day 2: Whamilton - Hospital

George is sitting in an important meeting, when he feels his phone vibrate in the pocket of his pants. He decides to ignore it, but it vibrates again twice in the span of just a few seconds. Some of his colleagues are giving him annoyed glances, so he discretely takes the phone out of his pocket, planning on turning it on silent and answering the texts later. He sees that it´s Alex who has texted him and frowns. His boyfriend knows about the meeting and normally he doesn´t text him during those, because George can´t give him instant attention. Of course, maybe Alex has just forgotten about it, but that doesn´t sound like him at all, and in the end, the worry gets the better of him and he opens the texts. He feels the blood draining from his face when he reads the words “accident” and “hospital” and jumps up, half out of the door, before he remembers that he should excuse himself.

“My boyfriend is in the hospital, I have to get to him.”, he says at no one in particular, not waiting for an answer, before he walks out of the room.

He immediately calls Alex, but the call goes straight to voice mail and George has to remind himself that he needs to remain calm. Alex is well enough that he was able to text him and there is no need to assume the worst. He takes a deep breath as he steps out of the office building and waves at a taxi to pick him up, not really trusting himself to drive. George tells the driver the name of the hospital Alex had texted him and as soon as they are driving, he tries to reach Alex once more, but it goes to voice mail again after a few seconds.

It feels as if the drive to the hospital takes hours, but one look at his watch tells George, that they made it there in under twenty minutes. He quickly pays the driver, before he hurries into the hospital and to the reception desk.

“Alexander Hamilton. He should be here. Can you tell me where he is?”, he asks the man behind the counter, trying to sound as calm as possible.

“Are you a family member of his?”

George nods, letting out a shaky breath.

“Yes. I´m his boyfriend. George Washington. He texted me that he´s here, can I see him, please? Or can you at least tell me what happened?”

The receptionist types something into his computer and after a moment he looks up at George again.

“If you would take a seat in waiting area C? Someone will get you in a few minutes.”

For a moment George thinks about demanding that he sees Alex immediately, but rationally he knows that this won´t do any good. He nods and thanks the receptionist, walking over to where he is supposed to wait.

He sits down in an empty chair and takes one of the newspapers from the table next to it, but after staring at it for a few seconds, without being able to concentrate on the article, he puts it away again. George checks the time once more, noticing with some distaste that hardly a minute has passed, since he had sat down. There isn´t much more for him to do than stare at the wall opposite of him, forcing his mind not to conjure up various worst-case scenarios. Just as he thinks he is about to go insane with how worried he is, a doctor comes into the waiting area, her eyes landing on George and she gives him a reassuring smile.

“You are here to see Mister Hamilton?”, she asks him, and George nods.

He gets up from the chair and for a moment he just stands there, preparing himself for whatever she will tell him next.

“Yes, will he be alright?”, he asks, his voice less steady than he would like.

The doctor smiles at him and nods.

“He should take it easy for a few days, but other than that, he will be just fine.”, she tells him, and George feels so relieved that he could cry. “You can go see him, he´s in room 16, just down the hall.”

George nods, giving the doctor a smile.

“Thank you. I´m glad to hear that.”

“I will get his pain killers and his medical report and come to you in a few minutes, then you can take him home.”

George thanks her again and makes his way to room 16, hesitating for a second before he opens the door. Even though the doctor had told him that Alex is alright, he is still worried about what he will find behind the door. He takes a deep breath, before he steps into the room, where Alex is lying in a bed. The younger man turns his head around when he hears the door opening, staring at him in confusion for a second, before a smile appears on his face and he holds out his hand for George to take. There is a bandage wrapped around his head and dark, dried blood on his white t-shirt.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had that one meeting with-“, he starts, but George isn´t really listening, far too preoccupied with the blood on his boyfriend´s shirt.

“Are you okay?”, he asks, interrupting the other man.

The doctor has promised him that Alex is alright and he seems alright too, but he just has to hear it from Alex himself.

“Yeah, of course. My head just hurts a lot, but I´m getting painkillers.”, he answers with an amused smile, that turns soft almost instantly. “But you´re here, so everything is less shit.”

George lets out a relieved sigh, finally waking up from his stupor and walks over to the bed Alex is lying in, sitting down on the edge of it. He takes the younger man´s hand in his own, stroking his cheek with the back of the other one.

“I´m so glad it´s nothing worse.”, George says quietly. “I was so worried when I saw your texts.”

Alex drops his gaze, looking guilty.

“Sorry. You weren´t actually supposed to read them when I sent them. I thought you´d see them later, when I´m back home or something.”, he looks back up at George, with a frown on his face. “Why are you even here? Your meeting can´t be over.”

George feels his heart breaking a bit at those last two sentences and the genuine confusion on Alexander´s face.

“Alex, when I read that you got hurt, I immediately dropped everything to get to you. You are far more important than any meeting I could ever be in.”, George says, hoping that Alex will realise how much he means those words.

“Okay.”, Alex says finally, giving George a small smile. “I´m really glad you came though. This is all kinda overwhelming.”

“I´m here. I got you.”

Alex nods, his expression serious.

“You always are.”

I hope I am.

“How did you even manage that?”, George asks after a while, nodding at the bandage and Alex shrugs.

“It´s so stupid. I went grocery shopping for our date night and I somehow slipped and fell, knocking my head against something and next thing I know there is blood streaming down my face. An old lady called an ambulance and here I am.”

George shakes his head and is about to tell Alex that he won´t ever be allowed to go grocery shopping alone if he doesn´t want George to die of a heart attack, but before he can voice any of that, the door gets opened and the doctor comes in. George is about to pull his hand away from Alex, to appear more professional, but the younger man grips his hand so tightly that it almost hurts, so George lets it be.

“I have your medical report and your painkillers here.”, she says, handing them to George. She continues explaining how many pills a day Alex can take and what George should do if Alex passes out.

About twenty minutes later, they are sitting in a taxi home, with Alex cuddled against George. At first Alex had been talking nonstop, but after a few minutes, he had gotten quiet, and George can´t help but be worried about it.

“Are you alright?”, he asks quietly, and Alex shrugs.

“My head hurts a lot and I´m feeling a bit sick.”, he admits.

George hates that there is nothing he can do to make Alex feel better right now, so he just presses a kiss to the top of his head and mumbles that they are almost there. Alex cuddles even closer to him, letting out a soft whimper. There is nothing George wants more than to take Alexander´s pain away, the worry from earlier growing once more.

He is grateful when they finally reach their flat and George pays the taxi driver quickly, while Alex waits for him at the door. As George walks up to him he notices how pale his boyfriend is, his skin almost as white as the t-shirt he´s wearing. He keeps Alex close on their way up to their flat, afraid that the younger man might faint. He would carry him, wouldn´t he be sure that Alex would take offense in that.

Once they are in the flat, George guides Alex to their bedroom and has him sit down on the bed, while he takes comfortable clothes for both of them out of the wardrobe. He hands Alex his shirt, stroking his cheek for a moment.

“Let´s get you out of that shirt.”, George says.

“Can´t get enough of me, huh?”, Alex asks, and George rolls his eyes.

“I don´t want you to wear a bloody shirt in bed, that´s all.”, George gives back, and Alex laughs quietly.

The sound of Alexander´s laughter eases some of George´s anxiety and for the first time since he got the texts, he actually believes that Alex will be alright again. George can´t help but press a kiss to the top of Alexander´s head, before helping him out of his t-shirt and into the clean one.

“Are you hungry?”, George asks, after he has changed into his other clothes as well, but Alex shakes his head. “What do you want to do?”

Alex shrugs, looking a bit lost.

“I don´t know. My head hurts.”

Alex sounds so helpless and George feels his heart breaking at it. He kneels down in front of his boyfriend, gently taking his hands in his own.

“Do you want to take some painkillers?”, George asks, and after a moment, Alex nods.

“Yes please.”, he says quietly.

“How do you feel about just cuddling then? I could read you something, if you´d like.”

Alex nods again, and George squeezes his hands once, before he gets up to get a glass of water and Alexander´s painkillers. He is back in no time and after watching the younger man take his meds, he gets into bed, holding up the covers for Alex, who curls up in his arms almost instantly.

“You have to stay awake, you know that, right?”, George asks, carefully stroking his boyfriend´s hair.

“I know.”, Alex gives back. “Can you actually read me something?”, he asks after a bit, and George smiles warmly.

“Of course, love.”

He grabs one of the dozens of books that are lying on the bedside table, showing it to Alex, who nods in agreement. He starts reading and does his best to keep his voice low, glancing over at Alex from time to time, who is staring out of the window. George notices when the painkillers kick in, because Alex starts to complain about the writing style of the book and the author´s intentions, squirming around, so that he is able to see the page of the book too. George shifts so that Alex can read with him more easily, gently kissing the top of his head. Alex looks up at him with a smile and George can´t help but kiss him again.

“Thank you for coming today.”, Alex says quietly, when they part again. “You didn´t have to, but I´m glad you came. I really hope that it didn´t cost you your contract.”

George shrugs.

“I don´t care about the contract. The only thing that matters is that I know you are alright and that you know that I´ll always be there for you.”

Alex just looks at him for a moment with a solemn expression, before he nods.

“I know you are, and I love you for it.”

#whamilton #10daysofshipping #10daysofshipping2020 #george washington #alexander hamilton #hamilton #hamilton musical #hamilton fic #my writing #mine #my fics

[parkersbliss]

Better | T. Holland

Pairing: Boyfriend!Harrison Osterfield X reader, Tom Holland X Reader

Warnings: No-no words, reader cheating on my baby Haz

wc; 1.6K

request: @ohhh-boo-tiful Hey! I saw your post about request for imagines!!! You should do one where reader is dating Toms brother or Harrison maybe idk and its kinda serious but then there is this crazy tenSion and connection with tom. They know its there and they kissed and everything is messy. WHAT WILL HAPPEN?! WILL THEY END UP TOGETHER?

synopsis: Despite dating Harrison, you can’t deny your feelings for Tom.

a/n: Currently haven’t had human contact for 19 days.

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Tom was your best friend. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. You had a boyfriend- Harrison- to be more specific. And you were happy with him, you loved him with your whole heart, but when he introduced you to Tom... your heart skipped a beat. Tom shook your hand, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles and holding your hand slightly longer than necessary, but you didn't mind and Harrison didn't notice. You didn't see the brunette much do to his work, which you were completely grateful for. The longer you spent in his company, the more your heart urged you for something that you couldn't have. You never told Harrison about your predicament, finding it rude to tell your boyfriend that you were indeed attracted to his best friend. After all, he always had to deal with people only wanting to be friends so they could get close to the movie star. At this point, you had completely zoned out of the discussion. Your thoughts running free in your head.

"What do you think, baby?" Harrison asked, his full attention now placed on you. All the boys were looking eagerly at you, Tom primarily, oh how you wish his stare didn't affect you the way it did. You shook your head to get rid of the thought of those gorgeous honey eyes, the ones that held so much warmth, emotion, and love in them.

"(Y/N)?" Tom probes, your name rolling off his tongue like a melody.

"Uh, yeah, sorry zoned out, what was the question again?" You said apologetically, turning your head away from Tom.

"Tom was inviting us over for a movie, probably a marvel one knowing him," Harrison laughed.

Oh, this couldn't get any worse. Movie night, with Tom. With your boyfriend. You could decline the offer, but for what reason? You were all friends. There shouldn't be any reason you diss them. You lean your head onto Harrison's shoulder, he shifts to wrap an arm around you.

"Mmm that sounds lovely," You decide. Harrison leans down to press a short, innocent kiss to your lips.

"PDA!" Harry shouted, "Cover it up!!"

"I need to bleach my eyes!" Sam groaned.

"Oh please, you're just jealous you don't have a lady hanging off your arm, completely smitten for you," Harrison teases. Yeah, smitten.

Tom laughs, setting his beer down on the table, "Mate I've got millions of ladies smitten for me."

That causes the whole table to riot, everyone ganging up on the movie star for being so movie starry.

"You're such a stuck up div," Tuwaine comments, everyone laughing and clicking their beers together.

...

You were curled up next to Harrison on Tom's couch, your head resting on Harrison's lap and your legs resting on Tom's. Tuwaine was chilling in the love seat, the two twins were leaning against the couch where you Tom and Haz were. As Harrison said, a marvel movie was playing on the big screen. You, however, were focused on different things. Like the way, Tom was keenly watching the movie, despite presumably having seen it at least ten times. He was wearing a pair of glasses and you watched how he slowly pushed them up to rest on the bridge of his nose. A smirk graced his lips and you raised an eyebrow as to what caused the action. If only you could guess.

Tom could see you out of the corner of his eyes. He watched as you studied his figure and the way he slowly pushed up his glasses. He smirked to himself, knowing you were watching him. Tom moves one of his hands to rest on your leg. He can feel your muscles stiffen underneath his touch, your lower lip trapped between your teeth. Harrison's hand was running through your hair, he was unaware of the exchange between the two of you. It didn't help that Tom was now rubbing small circles on the exposed skin from your shorts. Goosebumps had erupted over the skin and you knew that you had to get out of the room and fast. You pushed yourself off the couch, telling Harrison that you needed to go to the bathroom. He nodded, still watching the movie. You carefully stepped between the twins and made a mad dash for the bathroom.

Quietly, you shut the door behind you and stared into the mirror. You felt horrible, disgusted by your reflection. Harrison didn't deserve this, but you couldn't deny the allure to Tom. Every time you hung out it only got worse, you thought distancing yourself from him would work, but instead, it only made you crave him more and it was driving you crazy. No matter the situation, breaking up with Harrison only to start dating Tom was corrupt. The longer you stayed in the bathroom, the more suspicious you became, you knew that, but you couldn't will your body to open the damn door and face Harrison or Tom. You sat down on the toilet, intent on figuring out an excuse as to what took so long, your period? Stomach bug? Either would work, but then Harrison would get worried over you and just hug you closer and you were afraid you couldn't handle that.

After ten minutes of contemplating what to do, you opened the bathroom door to find Tom standing outside, his fist raised to knock. You felt your heart drop and slammed the door shut, forgetting about the other boys in the house, you only hoped they didn't hear it. You gripped onto the sink, taking in deep breathes to calm your speeding heart rate.

"(Y/N)," Tom said from behind the door. "Please open the door."

"I can't," You choked out, still gazing at your reflection.

"Please," He tried again, a little more urgency in his voice. You caved in, knowing that eventually, you'd let him in.

You open the door and grab his arm, dragging him inside before closing the door again.

"What do you want?" You ask, surprised at the harsh tone of your voice.

"I- I just wanted to make sure you’re okay, it's been 15 minutes," He explains softly.

You didn't meet Tom's gaze, "Shouldn't Haz be checking in on me?"

Tom flinches at that, "He wanted to watch the movie."

"I'm fine," You lie, turning toward the door fixed on getting out of this room before things escalate.

"Bullshit," Tom declared, your head snaps up meeting his gaze.

"Whatever, dude I'm leaving," you turn the handle of the door before Tom slams it shut again, now leaning against it to prevent you from leaving.

"Don't act like you don't feel it too. "

You tense up at that, "W- what?"

Tom rolls his eyes at you, "This," He gestures between the two of you.

You take a step back, scared if you stand any closer that you'll end up in his arms. The arms of someone who was not your boyfriend.

"Tom," You sigh, "You know I'm dating Haz."

"Are you happy though?" He interrogates. A heavy silence follows that and you can feel the tears spur at the corner of your eyes.

"We can't do this, Tom. It would kill him."

"But it's killing both of us too and you know it."

You rub furiously at the tears, this was so stupid. In love with your boyfriend's best friend? How cliche. How wrong.

"Please don't cry," Tom whispers, taking a step forward to hug you.

You wanted to stop him, you really did, but the heart wants what it wants. In a few seconds, you found yourself embraced in Tom's arms. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and you cursed yourself for wanting more, for wanting this. He doesn't say anything, just hold you to his chest letting you think.

You look up at him after a while, staring into those captivating honey eyes. Tom leans down slightly, his lips a breath away from yours.

"Tell me you want this too."

Despite every cell in your body, you nod and connect your lips with his. It was electrifying. You felt your heart thunder against your rubs and your arms pull him closer too you. It was so wrong, but it felt so right. You had waited forever for this moment and it was everything you wanted. Tom backs you up against the sink, caging you in. That's when the door opened.

"Hey guys, you've been go- holy fucking shit," Harry said.

You shoved Tom off of you with a force you didn't know you had, he trips and slams his head against the rim of the toilet.

"Fuck!" You scream, bending down next to him.

Harry stands there, hesitant about what to do or say.

"Harry," You breathe out, "Please, don't say anything not now."

He nods just as Haz and the other two boys arrive at the doorway. Harrison pushes past Harry, "What the bloody hell happened, did someone die?"

You were cradling Tom's head in your hands, as he moans in pain.

"Shit, Tom, I'm so sorry."

"Uh..." Harry mumbles. You look at him with pleading eyes and he forces himself to look away. "(Y/N) wasn't feeling well and Tom reached to grab the meds, but slipped because his short self couldn't reach it."

"Someone please get ice," You asked, stroking Tom's hair, trying to soothe his discomfort.

Tuwaine and Sam rush off to get it, leaving Haz and Harry with you. Haz leans down next to you, "You're not feeling well?"

You silently thanked the tears from earlier that had probably left marks on your face, "cramps," you mutter. Harrison nods understandingly then looks to a dazed Tom.

"You doing okay, mate?" Tom gives him a thumbs up. You look to Harry who's staring down at the three of you. His eyes meet yours and you can see the guilt and remorse in his eyes.

He shakes his head at you, "I thought you were better than this, (Y/N)."

You did too.

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[yougottalovekyloren]

Until Death Do Us Part (Part 5)

A/N: Ah, at last... the grand finale! I had such a fun ride creating this little series and can’t wait to come up with more little gems like it! Thank you all for reading and leaving such supportive comments! It means the world to me. I’m so glad to have so many new friends to read my stories. :) And, I know I say this incredibly often, but if you’d like to be on the taglist for future updates, please let me know. I will gladly add you to it. :))

-Megs <3

WARNINGS: Angst, Hux being a fucking creep, etc.

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Kylo Ren couldn’t even remember how it had all happened. 

One moment, he was staring at the end of General Hux’s gun, and the next, he was out like a light. 

His eyelids slowly fluttered open, an dull throbbing pain igniting from his head. Kylo reached up and touched his head, pulling his hand away to find it speckled with scarlet drops of blood.

The rest of his body, however, remained unharmed.  The traitorous red-haired weasel had only hit him over the head with the gun, nothing more.  But it was too early to celebrate. 

Kylo’s heart nearly stopped as his gaze fell onto the bed that his wife had just been in, seeing only empty sheets and the number of wires that had been connected to her.  

Machines had been pushed over, wires tangled, and trays spewed across the normally organized floor of the room.  Y/N hadn’t left here without a fight.  For a moment, a surge of pride filled Kylo’s veins, but it was quickly replaced with a icy cold wave of fear at what Hux could’ve possibly done to her in the moments that Kylo had been unconscious. 

Ignoring the increased throbbing of his head as he began to move, Kylo rose to his feet and walked towards the door of the med bay. Two Stormtroopers were walking down the hallway and froze when they saw their Supreme Leader standing there without his helmet, blood slowly trickling down the side of his head. 

“You two.” Kylo barked, and without hesitation, they came to stand in front of him. “Sound the alarm. Start looking for General Hux, and make sure he’s still on board. He has a hostage with him.” 

“Who is the hostage, Supreme Leader?” 

“My wife.” 

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“Let me go.” 

“You’re not in the position here to give me orders, My Lady.” Hux’s grip tightened on my arm as I struggled to move away from him within the small confines of the closet we were hiding in. “At least, not in your condition”

I whimpered slightly as I feel his hand move closer to my bandaged wound, almost in warning of what he would do if I acted in any way other than what pleased him.  He had done it once, resulting in a yelp from me. I didn’t dare challenge it again.  I remained silent, and could only watch through the small window as Stormtroopers marched past, oblivious to what was happening in the closet only feet from them. 

After a few moments of waiting, the Stormtroopers had finally marched away, and the hallway was silent once more. 

“Open the door.” his hand returned to my arm, gripping it tightly.

With shaky fingers, I forced the door open and stepped in the hallway, my gaze moving back and forth, silently praying that someone, anyone, would walk down the hallway. 

“Start walking, girl.” Hux’s lips brushed against my ear, and I shifted uncomfortably at the feeling, quickly beginning to walk forward and away from him. 

“You won’t get away with this. “ I muttered, as he began to practically yank me down different passages, searching for Force knows what. “Kylo will find you... and once he does-” 

“If Ren ever catches our trail, it’ll be too late for him.” Hux reached a door and began to type into a keypad.  “By then, we’ll-”

An alarm cut off whatever sentence was bound to follow, and I couldn’t help the smile on my lips, knowing that Ben was already searching for us. And once he found us... Hux would wish that he had never been born. 

I turned and gave the red-haired man a snarky smile. 

“You were saying?” 

The sharp, painful force of a slap caused my head to whip to the side, a small curse leaving my lips at the pain. 

“I suggest you learn to silence your tongue... if you are to ever be my Empress.”  He snarled before the door opened and he yanked me through forcefully. 

I nearly recoiled at his words, nothing but negative thoughts running through my mind at his words. “I will never be your Empress. And you will never be the Supreme Leader. “

I watched, in slight amusement, as his face began to change shades,  from a pasty white to a burnt pink and finally to a furious purple.   He opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of Stormtroopers running down the hall caused his mouth to fall closed. 

We continued our way down the halls, and my heart dropped as I realized we were approaching the Escape Pods.  He had finally found his escape route. 

As we entered the room, Hux shut and locked it securely, keeping whoever was rapidly approaching from entering. 

Hux furiously began to type into the keypad to one of the pods, his handless arm wrapped tightly around my waist to keep me in place, despite my struggle. My eyes lit up with hope as I heard voices speaking rapidly outside, quickly trying to figure out how to open the door.  

Hux’s eyes widened with panic and quickly typed faster, his grip growing even tighter and pressing against my wound. 

Eventually, the door that separated Hux and I from whoever waited outside finally opened, and we both whirled around to see three Stormtroopers enter, their guns raised with their fingers on the trigger. My heart nearly leapt from my chest as I saw the tall, dark figure of my husband enter behind them. 

His head was bleeding slightly, coming from the nasty hit that Hux gave him with his gun. But the rest of him was unscathed. Kylo’s eyes were burning with anger, but deep in them, I could see the finger that lingered within. 

“Ben...” my voice cracked, and his eyes softened as they met mine. 

Hux pulled me against his body tightly, and I yelped as the pressure increased once more against my bandages.  Kylo’s eyes darkened once more as they focused on my captor. 

“Let her go, and I’ll consider giving you a quick death. “ 

“You are in no position to demand things of me, Ren.” A bitter laugh left the red-haired man’s lips, and a few moments later, I heard the familiar buzz of my husband’s lightsaber. 

My breathing grew increasingly faster, and my eyes began to well with tears as Hux raised the lightsaber, the blade only inches from my throat. I watched as the look on Kylo’s face turned into one of uncertainty and panic, knowing that one wrong word would end your life right in front of his eyes. 

“I love you.”  I whispered, as the tears slowly began to fall from my eyes and my fear beginning to paralyze my body.

“So... here’s what’s going to happen.” Hux smirked, feeling a wave of pride at seeing how distraught Kylo had become. “I’m going to take this escape pod... I’m going to take your wife.... and we are going to go on a little trip together. If you try to follow us, the next time that you see her, she will be in pieces. With the work of this very fine lightsaber of yours.” 

My bottom lip began to tremble as I saw Kylo try his hardest to hold back his tears, knowing that the threat that Hux was making was indeed very real.  I felt myself repeat the same three words that I had spoken before, knowing that this may be the last time I ever get to speak them to his face. 

“I thought that taking both of your lives would be the ending that I needed.” Hux  smiled cruel at Kylo. “But it turns out, keeping your wife for myself, and making you suffer is much better than giving you both a quick-”

His words were cut off as a blaster shot went directly through his head, his body immediately slumping towards the ground, the lightsaber falling to the floor with him. 

I stood, paralyzed in shock, as I watched Hux collapse, his body eventually coated in his own blood.  Two hands grabbed my shoulders and my gaze moved to rest on my husbands face. 

“Oh God.” 

His arms gently wrapped around me, and I did the same, hugging him as if I would never see him again. 

My tears began to seep into the material of his shirt, as I felt his own begin to soak my own.  Eventually, I pulled away and kissed him gently on the lips, which he returned passionately. 

We broke away and turned to see Captain Phasma standing at the entrance of the Escape Pod, her blaster in hand. 

“How did-” 

“Hux wasn’t stupid enough to use the fighter ships. I knew he’d come here first.”  Her voice was clipped and she shook her head as she stared at his body. “What a monster he was.” 

Kylo turned back to me, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw the blood beginning to soak through my bandages. “Did he hurt you?” 

“Hit me in the side a few times... and in the face.” I winced lightly as he wrapped his arm around me, beginning to lead me towards the door. “But I’ll be fine.” 

“Let’s get you to the med bay.”  without another word, I felt him sweep me off my feet and into his arms. 

“Ben, I’m fine. I can walk.” 

“I’m not risking it.... I’m not risking anything with you again. That was far too close.”  His voice was small, almost afraid to show anymore vulnerability than he had so far. 

I gently cupped his face, and his gaze focused on me. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” I smiled softly, and his own smile began to form on his face. 

“Good. Because I’m not either.” 

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A/N 2: Okay, the ending was kinda mehhh, but what did you guys think? :))Have a good day!

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Smitten // Bang Chan

Pairing: Athlete! Chan x Cheerleader! Reader Genre: Fluff Requested: Yes by anon Words: 7.3k+ Warning: Little bit of sexual tension but not smut level

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Sorry if I don’t mention much about cheerleading or get technical, I’m not very well versed in it :( I tried my best with it, I hope you like it anon~

It wasn’t every day that you fell for boys on your first night out in the new town. Or in this case, fall on them.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” With how packed the club was, you expected the pushing and shoving but you weren’t expecting to be thrown into some guy’s arms. As a natural instinct, your hands came up and held onto the closest stable source in order to avoid falling–the source being this random guy in the club.

“No no, no worries. I hope you’re okay.” He was nice enough to grab onto your forearms, helping to stabilize you until you were back on your own two feet. 

Now on both your feet, you finally look up to meet the eyes of the owner of the gentle voice. 

Wow, you feel your breath taken away. His wavy blonde hair was styled perfectly to fall across his forehead and away from his eyes which seemed to reflect tenfold every dim lighting in this club. There was a small gentle smile on his face as he greeted you and it made you putty in his arms (quite literally since the two of you had yet to separate). God, he was cute and you were smitten for him.

“U-uh yeah I’m good. Sorry for the sudden uh-” Realising that you were still in his hold, you finally let go and so does he. You smile in thanks but neither of you takes a step away from the other.

“No really, it’s okay. It’s pretty packed in here huh?” He smiled wider and gosh was that a dimple? Pretty sure you were swooning in plain sight at this point.

“Yeah, no kidding is it usually always like this?” You ask, taking the opportunity to start a conversation with the cute guy. 

“On Fridays? Always,” He chuckles and god dammit even his chuckle is cute. “The college kids love to come here after a tough week. You new around here?”

“Uh yeah,” All of a sudden you’re nervous and fiddling with the hair in front of your face, tucking it behind your ear, flashing a shy smile, “Starting college soon.”

“Hey,” you feel him nudge you lightly with his elbow, prompting you to look back up at him. “How about I buy you a drink then? A treat for the newbie?“ 

His head tilts sideways following his question and his smile is gentle as ever. His eyes are soft and clearly, he doesn’t mean it in any motive other than friendly. 

A cute guy was asking you out? Did this count as asking out? Oh god, your heartbeat picked up and you were nervous but you thanked whatever gracious deeds you had done in your past life to deserve this.

Your shy smile widens and just as you’re about to accept his offer and ask for his name, the phone in your back pocket blares with a call. 

"Sorry, I gotta take this,” you flash an apologetic smile and fish out your phone, finding the call to be from your best friend who you had previously lost in the crowd.

“Rina? Rina hey,” you’re shouting down at your phone, one hand plugging your ear as you try to make out what she was saying. 

“Y/N! Y/N Y/N Y/N my bestest world friend!” What-‘bestest world friend’? Was she drunk? Already?

“Rina are you drunk?”

“Drunk????? God forbid no!” The evident slur of her words was contradictory to her claims, this girl was drunk. 

Sighing, you can only close your eyes for a moment before replying back, “Hey, okay Rina I need you to move towards the toilet, okay? I’ll meet you there. Go there, now, got it?" 

You finally put your phone down and face the cute guy again, "Sorry, I really gotta go.”

“Yeah, no problem! Looks like your friend is having a bit of trouble, huh?” His gentle expression never once wavered, you kinda felt bad turning him down like this.

“She tends to go a little crazy when unsupervised, yeah,” you lightly chuckle at your own statement and he returns it. “I’ll hold you up to that offer next time?” Gosh, you hope your face doesn’t give away your hopeful expression, that’d be embarrassing. 

He lets out a light chuckle once again, glancing down and ugh he’s so cute, “Yeah, I hope so." 

With a final flash of his cute smile and adorable dimples and your shy smile in response, you back away, off to look for your cockblocking best friend.

It never occurred to you that you had never exchanged names with the cute guy until you were dragging your drunk friend towards a cab. Somewhere in the middle of her drunk ramblings, she asked what you were up to and that’s when it hit you. You had no idea how to refer to the cute guy except for ‘cute guy’. 

Ever since that day, Rina’s been teasing you for not even managing to exchange names with the cute guy, to which you retort by calling her out for her interruption. Still, you described his features to her, the way he talked and how kind he seemed and Rina was convinced you fell in love with him.

Unfortunately, you haven’t seen him ever since then, not even around your college. He seemed like a college student, just like you, albeit probably senior to you but still. Thoughts of him always lingered at the back of your mind from time to time but you had no time to be swooning over a guy you barely knew. As a med student, you already had a lot on your plate and now that you were in training for the cheerleading squad, your plate was overflowing. You didn’t complain about it though, you truly enjoyed studying medicine and you equally loved the art of cheerleading. 

Plus, there were many other cute guys right on campus–Kim Seungmin for example. He was also in medicine and you shared quite a number of classes with him, even working on a few group projects with him. He had a refreshing feel and exuded the kind of gentle and innocent vibes that a lot of girls on campus seemed to like. While you weren’t blind to his beauty and charms, you simply didn’t view him as a possible romantic partner and so your friendship with him very quickly thrived. In a matter of weeks alone, you found out just how maniacally evil he is underneath those innocent looks and he cracked your shy shell to find the confident sassy woman you are underneath. 

When Rina found out you were classmates with Seungmin, she just about stopped breathing. When she found out about your growing friendship with him, she just about fainted. It was on one rainy weekend, you and Rina huddled on the sofa discussing gossip as one does with their best friend, that you learnt out about Kim Seungmin and his eight friends. Apparently, there were nine guys spread across your college, Covern, and your rival college, Rashford. Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin, Kim Woojin, and Lee Felix attended Covern while Bang Chan, Seo Changbin, Han Jisung, Lee Minho, and Hwang Hyunjin attended Rashford. The nine friends were as thick as thieves, yet separated into the two biggest colleges of the area who also happened to be rivals. These nine were also known for their handsome looks and kind personalities that made them extremely attractive to the female college student population. 

Of course, being the kind of person you are, the next time you saw Seungmin you didn’t hesitate to bring this up. The sly smile on your face as you approached him didn’t go unnoticed and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t the least bit worried about what was going on in your head.

"Kim Seungmin,” you began barely being able to hold in your laughter, “you’re so good looking, you’re so popular! What did I do to deserve you as my friend?” At this point, you have the fakest awestruck look on your face, your hand dramatically on your forehead, your eyes glancing at Seungmin. The only response you get from him is an eye roll and a sigh, the typical Seungmin response.

“You found out about me and my friends huh?” He quickly goes back to the book on his desk, revising the content for today’s class. You finally drop the act and slide into the seat beside him, constantly nudging him as he stares down at the book below him.

“I knew you were popular with the ladies, Seungmin,” you hear him groan out loud at that statement, “but being in a whole boy band of good looks? That’s a whole another level.”

“We are not a boy band.” He’s quick to snap in reply and you can only snigger as you continue teasing him.

“Anyway, when were you gonna introduce me to your fellow boy band members?” He narrows his eyes at your choice of words but gives up fighting you. With another sigh, he finally turns his body in his seat to properly face you.

“You know the game happening this weekend?”

“The basketball game?” You had heard that basketball season was starting soon. Not because you were a huge basketball fan, but more because of the preparation the cheerleading team was going through for the upcoming tournaments. “What about it?”

“Well, my friends are playing–as the opposing team that is–and then we’re gonna have a party, at my house. I was gonna invite you to meet my friends there.”

“Woah woah, am I being personally invited by the Kim Seungmin?” His shoulders sag and his face is deadpan at the fact that you continued the joke. Before he could possibly retract his invitation, you quickly straighten yourself up. 

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you’re still giggling here and there, your hand on his arm asking him to calm down. “I’d love to meet your friends, send me your address?”

He nods and the conversation ends there just as the teacher walks in and starts class.

You can’t suppress the light shiver you feel as you enter the air-conditioned gymnasium with Rina. The bleachers are slowly filling up and the place is in a buzz as students of both Covern and Rashford gather to watch the big match. You register the squeaking of shoes as the players warm up as Rina and you do a quick sweep of the bleachers for an empty spot. With a quick wave towards Seungmin who you had spotted sitting with his Covern friends, you and Rina finally sit down and face the court.

Off to one corner, you see the cheerleading team prepping for their performance. You’d join but you weren’t declared ready yet, still in need of a little more practice getting used to group dynamics and performance skills. They figured you’d be ready by the next tournament and you couldn’t wait to finally show what you had been working hard on. On the court, you see your college’s team players in white and gold in one half and the other team in black and red on the other half. Rina is beside you squealing over the good-looking friends of Seungmin as well as some of the Rashford players and your attention is brought to them. Your jaw drops and you swear you’ve stopped breathing this time as you register the cute blonde hair guy from the club among the players. 

“That’s him,” your voice is quiet and you mumble more for yourself rather than Rina but she catches it anyway. 

“What?”

“That’s him, that’s the cute guy I met at the club. The blonde one there.” Her head snaps to look at you but you’re just gaping over at the Rashford team. Oh god, he was wearing a sleeveless jersey. Dammit, this was basketball of course he was wearing sleeveless. Your eyes soak up the beauty of him, his blonde hair that’s left unstyled but still falling perfectly on top of his black headband. His biceps that bulge and tense as he dribbles and maneuvers the ball with ease, and the veins on his forearms as he flicks his wrist for a hoop shot. Fuck he’s cute and really hot? Unfair.

You’re snapped out of your trance admiring him as Rina suddenly snaps upright, screeching, “You met Bang Chan?!" 

Your eyes widen and you’re aware of the slight hush that fell over the gym at Rina’s exclamation. He, who you now knew was named Chan one of the nine heartthrobs, probably heard it too but you didn’t dare look in that direction. You quickly grab onto her wrist and tug her down to sit back down. Unwillingly, your eyes flicker to the Rashford team to find Chan looking in your direction. You see recognition in his eyes and oh god you wanna curl up and hide in embarrassment. 

"Rina, will you shut up?” You practically hiss at her, “Nice going, now he knows.”

“Y/N you met Bang Christopher Chan! At the club!” She’s still holding a shocked expression.

“Yes, I know that thanks,” you take the moment to look back towards Chan. He has a slight smile on his face and you send him a small shy wave in greeting.

“He was gonna ask you out!” Rina squeals as she punches your arm in excitement. 

“He didn’t-That doesn’t count.” You pout as you rub the sore spot on your arm. 

“Oh Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” she swings an arm around your shoulders and faces front towards the court again, “you’re cute, I’ll give you points for that.”

You’d reply but you’re too busy admiring Chan again who has gone back to warming up with the rest of his team. When you don’t respond, she continues, “You gotta put your game face on girlie, you got a man to seduce.”

This time you don’t have a response apart from the stuttered “No!” you managed to squeak out.

Parting with Rina post-game was both easy and hard. On the one hand, you couldn’t wait to get away from her and her teasing remarks cheering you on to seduce Chan and “get some.” On the other hand, you were now nervous as heck about going to Seungmin’s party. She left you with Seungmin, but not before giving you many winks and sly nudges. Seungmin noticed the weird behaviour and when he turned to question you about it, you simply raised a hand and stopped him right there. Surprisingly, he lets it drop and instead leads you to his car, making light chat about the game on the way to his home. 

“So you must already know Jeongin, Felix, and Woojin quite well,” he began and you lightly nod in response while admiring the sights outside. 

“I wouldn’t say 'well’, but I do know more about them than the rest.” You glance at him from the corner of your eye and the sight of him watching the sides of the road for oncoming cars as he turns into a curb almost makes your heart flutter. “Jeongin is working towards a teaching degree, Felix majors in dance and Woojin is a lit major, right?”

“Yeah, I’m not surprised you’d know more about them since they study here in Covern. My other friends are Rashford students; Chan, Hyunjin, Minho, Jisung, and Changbin.” The moment he mentioned Chan’s name, your heart fluttered and you push down the smile fighting to appear on your face.

“Chan is the uh-the basketball player right?” You try to coyly ask while also hiding your growing interest.

“Yeah, Chan or sometimes otherwise called Chris, he’s a music major in Rashford and he’s also caught your eye, what’s up with that?”

Your peaceful scenery gazing is interrupted by his unexpected comment and all of a sudden you’re choking on your own spit. 

“Cau-Caught my eye? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You try your best to put on a poker face, recovering from the choking fit you just had. All you can do is look outside, unable to meet eyes with Seungmin who is now chuckling at your flustered state.

“If you wanna play hard-to-get with that denial game, that’s your choice,” you finally see him pull up into the driveway of a home you assume is his, “But just saying, he has just as much interest towards you.”

By the time you’ve registered what he said and recovered from the shock of it, he’s already opening his side of the car door. You gape at him as he exits the car, and continue gaping as he slyly smirks at your flustered expression.

He’s leading you towards his house as you stutter questions regarding his previous comment but he keeps quiet with that damned smirk on his face. Instead, he opens his front door and immediately you’re welcomed with the ruckus going on inside his house. There’s a chill but upbeat melodic tune playing from what you presume to be his living room where you see most of the boys inside, another few in his main corridor heading to raid his kitchen. 

“Yah!” The loud exclamation from the otherwise demure boy beside you makes you jump and you turn to see him walking into his kitchen, chasing the boys who just went in. You’re left at his doorstep, feeling slightly awkward and lost, but not for long as you’re accompanied by an arm slung around your shoulder. 

“Hey! You must be Y/N, right?” You trace the cheery voice to be the owner of the arm slung across your shoulder and you can only shyly nod in response. The guy has dark blue hair and a bright expression on his face. His smile is really cute, especially considering the cute squirrel-like cheeks he had. His whole demeanor exuded soft vibes that easily relaxed you into a smile, making you feel comfortable in his arms as he leads you into the living room towards the rest of the boys.

“I’m Jisung,” he flashes a smile and you coo inside at how adorable he looks. He waves a hand forward and you pull your attention away from him to the five boys huddled in different areas of the couch. “Guys come meet Seungmin’s friend!”

Five heads turn to face you and you flash a small smile in greeting, your eyes sweeping the crowd of faces. Your eyes snap first to the familiar faces of Felix and Woojin, before realizing you didn’t know the other three in the room.

“Hi I’m Y/N, Seungmin and I are classmates.” Your eyes sweep the living room once more before confirming that Chan wasn’t in the room and you didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. Still, introductions and names were exchanged all while Jisung’s arm remained around your shoulder. Surprisingly, you didn’t mind it despite the fact that you had just met the guy because he exuded such calm friendly vibes that you easily accepted that he was a touchy person. 

All of a sudden, the arm on your shoulder is slapped away and you turn to find yourself facing Chan. He has a bun in his mouth, and his eyebrows are furrowed at Jisung, glaring at him as he backs away from you with his hands raised. Your breath hitches at how cute Chan looks with the food still in his mouth, and your heart flutters at the thought that perhaps he was jealous of the skinship between you and Jisung. But you quickly dismiss that thought as your eyes finally meet his and you’re melting again at how gorgeous Chan looks with his showered wet hair that dangled down his forehead.

“H-hi,” you shyly greet him finally and he doesn’t snap out of his trance until Seungmin lands a blow on his back. His hand snaps up to pull the bun out of his mouth and he straightens himself up, clearing his throat.

“Hey, I’m Chan or Bang Chan, or Chris,” he begins to ramble a bit in his introduction and you nearly let out a giggle at how cute he is when flustered. “It’s nice to finally meet you again,” his smile stretches wide and his dimples are on full display, and you have the strongest urge to poke one.

“HA!” You’re interrupted as you gazed at Chan with the softest smile on your face. You jump in shock once again, your hand on your chest to soothe your heart and you wonder how many more times you’ll be shocked tonight. Chan and you face the living room to find most of the guys with knowing smirks and you can only wonder why.

“So you’re the girl who had Chan smitten at the club!” One of the guy remarks in complete glee, jumping at the chance to embarrass his friend.

“Wha-What yah! Seo Changbin!” Chan’s voice is squeaky in response and you let a small giggle slip, hiding your elated laugh behind your fist as you watch the horror and embarrassment dawn on his face. Bang Chan was smitten by you? Cute. The light red tint on his cheeks? Adorable. Just as Chan was about to lunge at Changbin, he’s stopped by Seungmin who has one arm around him and the other around you. 

“Now now, you’ve just finished a game,” Seungmin is surprisingly very good at mediating and you wonder how many times he’s had to do this. “Let’s just sit around and chill for the night, get to know Y/N!”

The night passes in the blink of an eye when you’re surrounded by nine dorks. Loud laughter and chatter filled the room as the ten of you got to know each and while you’d admit these guys were gorgeous, their personalities were amazing. Somehow these guys were both smart and dumb. You’ll probably never comprehend how such a contradiction was possible but that was the last of your worries as Jisung made you cry from laughing too hard at his jokes, as Felix taught you the weirdest meme dances, and as you fawned over how precious Jeongin is. If you were anywhere near as drunk as Minho and Hyunjin were, both of whom were singing ballad songs to each other by the way, you’d probably be coddling Jeongin and declaring him your son. 

But you make the responsible choice (since no one else in this house seemed to be up for that) to step out in the backyard for a quiet moment to yourself. The air is slightly chilly but the cold freshens you up and it feels good to be breathing in the fresh air. Somewhere behind you, you hear the backdoor opening and closing but don’t bother to face who entered. You’re gazing up at the night sky when said person stands next to you, also taking a moment to breathe in the fresh night air.

“Needed a moment to yourself? Completely understandable,” you hear him chuckle and you automatically register him as Chan, despite not knowing the guy for very long. 

“Yeah,” you hum in response. “Not in that way though, don’t get me wrong you guys make for an amazing company.” Chan doesn’t reply and the two of you are left standing beside one another, enjoying the silence and each others’ presence. Your eyes don’t stay on the night sky for long, as they trail down to gaze at Chan’s side profile. His jaw was chiseled and sharp, his eyes gleaming once again despite the dark environment he’s in. He’s breathtakingly beautiful and you worry he can hear your heart thundering in your chest at the effect of his beauty. But the moment quickly passes as Chan starts a chat that allows the two of you to get more acquainted with each other in a more private setting away from the loud boys. 

You don’t know how long you’ve spent chatting with Chan outside, but you enjoyed every second of it. He was kind even in the way he spoke and you learn more about both his mature and goofy sides. The two of you discussed deep morals, shared the latest trending memes, and conversed about everything in between. You learnt all about him; from his love of music and rap group named 3Racha compromised of Jisung and Changbin to his dog Berry and adorable siblings. You’d spend all night with him, in this moment, the hushed chatter between the two of you, the occasional comfortable silences, and laughs and giggles filling the air.

“So…” you start up the conversation this time as your previous one fades away. Your voice sounds light and you can’t help the small smirk that grows on your face as you think back to what Changbin had said, “You’re smitten for me, huh?”

Chan’s face snaps to yours, making immediate eye contact and your laughter fills the otherwise silent air at his gaping face. You don’t quite know where this confidence was coming from, but you definitely like the way he reacts to you. Just as you’re about to continue teasing him, his body snaps to face yours and he takes a bold step closer to you. Your breath hitches in your throat, no longer laughing at him and now he’s the one with the smirk on his face. He takes another step closer and you find yourself at the edge of the porch fence. It digs into your back and you’re trapped as Chan encases your frame with his large one, his two arms trapping you. 

“You say that as if you aren’t just as smitten for me, babygirl,” his voice is quiet, just barely above a whisper but it’s husky. That along with his term of endearment has you weak in the knees. You swallow in nervousness as your eyes trail up his face, admiring his features once again, pausing for the slightest moment at his lips before continuing up to meet his eyes. His gaze is intense and you’re lost in them, in him. Out of habit, you bite your lip in nervousness and his eyes snap down to watch the action, letting out the faintest groan that you barely catch. 

When his eyes meet yours once again, you see him move closer, or is it you who’s moving towards him? Your noses are brushing, the sensation sending light tickles down your spine and you breathe him in as your hands grasp the sides of his shirt, scrunching the material in your fist. Lightly tugging, you finally pull Chan down, closing the final distance between the two of you and your lips lightly brush his-

“Chan!” There’s a sudden whine coming from inside and the two of you spring apart. At the backdoor appears Jisung, his cheeks flushed as red as yours and Chan’s but not for the same reasons. 

“Changbin is bullying me,” he pouts and his already chubby cheeks puff out that much more. Suddenly, you don’t have it in you to be mad at the poor drunk guy. Chan, however, is clearly sick of his bandmate/friend’s drunk bullshit. He lets out a sigh before turning back to you, his cheeks still a bit red but his blush is quickly fading. 

“I’m really sorry,” the poor guy sounds sincere in his apology and you give him a soft smile.

“No no, it’s okay we should be heading in now anyway." 

Chan’s shoulders slightly sag in disappointment, but he nods in response and gestures for you to go first, "After you.”

It wasn’t long after that when Seungmin finally called it a night. Some of the guys chose to stay over, and the others headed out back home like you. It also didn’t take long for Rina to be on your ass about the post-game party and Chan. You told her about how the two of you enjoyed a light conversation before you dropped the bomb that you nearly kissed him that night. Rina ran circles around the room, squealing in excitement for you and you could only chuckle at her antics. 

When she had finally settled down, she asked if the two of you had settled a meeting and that’s when you were left dumbfounded. It never even occurred to you to ask Chan to meet you again. Once again, you were astounded by the level of dumbassery you were able to achieve. You groaned and grumbled about it to yourself for a couple of days, but the weekend quickly passed and Seungmin let it slip that Chan felt just as dumb for not asking you out. Your mouth easily twitched into a shy smile, but you quickly looked down to your fiddling hands to try to hide it.

Seungmin offered to help the two of you arrange something but the following week passed in a blur with your final cheerleading practices and Chan’s basketball practices for the second game next weekend. It was both mentally and physically tiring, practicing for cheerleading while juggling studies. Every night you’d return home, jump into the shower, then sit down to study until the late hours of the night and into the early morning. You imagined it to be the same for Chan who had mentioned the upcoming intense practices at Seungmin’s party. As a result, neither of you were even available to meet up for a date anyway. Ah, the life of a college student is tough.

When the weekend had finally rolled around once again, you were finally performance ready and itching to cheer on your team for the second game against Rashford. Your cheerleading uniform had arrived sometime midweek, giving you plenty of time to get used to the skintight material and short skirt. In the afternoon, you prepared your makeup and outfit with Rina and the rest of the cheerleading team, and in the evening you did a final marking run through with the team. By the time the game began, you were definitely ready but the nerves in your stomach said so otherwise. You didn’t know whether it was because this was your first time cheerleading in front of a crowd or because you knew Chan was going to be there. The thought of him sent butterflies in your stomach and you tug the ends of your uniform, feeling nervous about being in such a short skirt in front of him. 

The signal to go on the court was given and you put on your game face as you stepped out in front of the crowd. They cheered at the sight of your cheerleading team and you automatically smiled in response. The pre-game performance went smoothly and the fact helped soothe your nerves. Throughout the whole performance, you could feel Chan’s gaze on your but you didn’t have the courage to look back at him. You missed the mixed look of surprise and adoration on his face as he watched, entranced and impressed by your performance. His eyes took several laps gazing up and down your figure, soaking in how gorgeous you looked in the cheerleading outfit, how beautiful your confidence was in a performance. He was hooked on you, smitten for you, and he wondered whether he’d be able to pay attention to the game with you looking like that. 

Before he knew it, the referee was prepping both teams to start off the game, and he was whisked off to his position on the court. His performance started off flawlessly. His head was in the game, he was analyzing his opponents’ moves; predicting their moves and coming up with counters. With the help of a few of his teammates, he easily managed to score a couple of points within the first few minutes. A mass of sweaty bodies hugged and gave quick congratulations to him before dispersing and he takes the moment to wipe the sweat off his brow, push the hair off his face. His eyes unconsciously trail over to you, who seems to be setting up for another performance with the cheerleading team. 

Since the opposing team had managed to score points so early in the game, the team and you had decided that a quick cheer would help the team morale. As a result, you and three others were setting up in preparation, planning what would be done. Once decided, you took your stance and began your performance. The routine was quite simple but included a moderately risky stunt on your part. Upon your execution of it, the crowd let out a resounding gasp and for a moment you thought it was for you. That is until you were landed safely on the ground and allowed to look around you.

There was a huddle of players in one spot of the court and through the legs of the many players, you could spot a blonde head of hair on the floor. Immediately you let out a gasp and run towards them, worried about Chan who seemed to be groaning and on the floor. 

“Move, move! I’m a med student!” Your remark has the crowd of players parting way for you. You hurriedly kneel down next to Chan and survey his whole body for any evident signs of trauma, broken bones, etc. 

“Someone call the nurse! Quick, what happened?” Your voice is harsh and snappy but you don’t have time to be mushy.

“He zoned out mid-play and got hit in the head with a basketball,” one of the players standing behind you starts, “he fell down from the shock and I think he might have hit his head too.”

Fuck, if he was hit in the head with a basketball then hit again on the way down, your first concern was whether he had a concussion or not. Now that you knew what had happened, you immediately check his head for any bumps or bleeding. Chan’s eyes are squeezed shut and he seems dazed as he groans and moves his head side to side. Upon feeling your fingers press on a certain area, he lets out a loud grunt and you know it’s where he hit his head. Fortunately, you don’t feel any bumps or bleeding. 

“Someone pass me a phone. Now.” You’re quickly handed one and you quickly fidget with it to pull up a flashlight. Chan’s eyes are still squeezed shut so you go to open his eyes with one hand, the other flashing the flashlight as lightly as possible into his left eye first, then his right. You let out a sigh as both pupils dilate with reaction to the light and hand the phone back to one of the hands behind you. 

“Chan?” You start lightly, stroking his wet sweaty hair away from his forehead. “Hey Chan, I’m gonna need you to keep your eyes open, okay?”

You only hear him groan in response and you continue calmly stroking his hair with one hand, the other resting on his arm. When he finally opens his eyes, he grimaces at the bright lights before focusing on you. You send him a small smile and nod approvingly at him.

“That’s it, that’s it. Stay awake okay? You probably don’t have a concussion but I need you to stay awake anyway, keep looking at me, can you do that?” Your shoulders sag in relief at the fact that Chan seems completely responsive. Considering his responsive pupils, no bleeding or bumps on his head, he probably didn’t have a concussion but it was always good to be safe than sorry anyway.

“I could stare at you all day, babygirl.” In any other situation, you might have blushed and felt flustered at his comment, especially considering the crowd around the two of you. But not here, not now. Still, you let yourself chuckle at his comment and just as you open your mouth to reply, his eyes roll up and he falls unconscious. 

All of a sudden you’re back to panicking, both your hands now cradling his face and trying to get him to wake up. Your breath hitches but not in a good way. In the middle of your ramblings as you try to get him awake and the constant soothing stroking of his hair, the nurse finally arrives and tells you she’ll handle it from here. Chan is quickly transferred onto a gurney and carried off to the nurse’s office, you following closely behind in worry.

Chan opens his eyes to once again face the bright white ceiling lights of the nurse’s office. He’s lying on a bed and after getting his bearings, he straightens himself as he reaches for the glass of water on the bedside table. Just as he takes a sip, the door opens and in marches you who seem to be pissed off.

“Bang. Christopher. Chan.” Pissed off at him, apparently. Wasn’t he the injured one here?

“Hey Y/N-”

“You fell unconscious. You fell unconscious!” You’re quick to cut him off. You were so worried when he passed out, fearing the worst case scenario that he might slip into a coma especially considering he hit his head. 

“Woah, Y/N slow down-”

“You had a head injury then you fell unconscious when I told you to stay awake! 'I could stare at you all day’ didn’t last very long did it?” You knew you were being unfairly mad at him, but you couldn’t help it considering how anxiously you waited for the results of his imaging tests from the doctors, hoping and praying for it to not be a concussion. Thankfully it wasn’t.

“You could have had a concussion, Chan. And if you fall asleep when you have a concussion you risk falling into a coma. Do you realise how dangerous-”

You’re cut off by the tug on your wrist, and the fall you experience before landing with a thump on Chan’s upper body that remains upright. Just as you begin to scold him, he’s snaked a hand up your arm and to the back of your neck. He gently pushes your head forward, moving closer himself, before finally sealing his lips onto yours. The feel of his lips of yours is euphoric. The touch is as soft as his eyes that first fell on you at the club, as soft as his presence as he kept you company in the backyard of Seungmin’s house. You’re quickly swept into a fervor of kissing Chan, your lips pushing onto his and molding into one. 

You take a shaky breath in, still caught up in the kiss and Chan tugs you the final stretch to bring you on his lap. You straddle his thighs, your hands snaking up to his hair and giving light tugs to which Chan responds with small moans. At this point, the two of you are separating constantly for air, but your lips never stay apart for long. One of you is quick to pull the other back down, sensually moving your lips together as you drown in each other and forget the outside world. Kissing Chan is thrilling, addicting, another level of sensory pleasure and adventure. He’s soft and yet rough, slow and yet fast, savouring the moment but also hungry and passionate for more. Pushing you closer to him, pushing his lips harder on yours, sucking and biting your lips. 

Perhaps it’s the pent up sexual tension from last week at Seungmin’s party, you suppose. The two of you had nearly kissed only to be interrupted and it seems the near kiss had the two of you on edge for the whole week. You know Chan is a gentle person, but the kiss conveys the strength of his feelings towards you. You’d keep kissing him forever if you could, but you’d be damned if you let things go anywhere in a hospital of all places. 

 So with a final, long kiss just connected your lips with his, you finally part. Your eyes open to see his staring at yours, and both of you think even stars don’t shine as bright as the other’s eyes. You let a small, shy smile take over your face and you bite your lips out of nervousness. You don’t miss the flicker of Chan’s eyes to your lips before he speaks.

“Sorry, you looked really hot during your angry nerdy talk.” Chan sheepishly smiles at you and you melt on his lap, groaning and hiding the wide smile on your face with your hands. Chan brings his hands up to lightly grip your wrists before removing them from your face, wanting to see your breathtaking smile in full view. You comply and drop your hands to his shoulders instead, your face suddenly taking a serious expression.

“Bang Christopher Chan,” you begin to which he coyly raises an eyebrow, “when I tell you to stay awake you stay awake, you got that? You better listen to me from now on, mister." 

A wide smile takes over Chan’s face and he nearly coos at how cute you looked, trying to be serious on his lap. Regardless, he gives in with a chuckle, "Yes ma'am." 

You nod in approval then hook your fingers behind his neck, letting your expression drop as you pull him closer and kiss him on the forehead. His hands automatically find a place on your hips, keeping you seated on his lap, as he closes your eyes to embrace the feeling of your soft lips. 

He hums in contentment before opening his eyes to look up at you, "So what’s a med student doing being a cheerleader?”

“What’s a music major doing on a basketball court, one of the best players on the team?” Your retort to him is snappy and he swears he falls for you even more. 

“Touché,” he’s chuckling at your snarky response and he pulls you close to rest his forehead on yours. 

“So,” he continues once again, “What do I need to do to have my own cute cheerleader? Cheering for me and only me from the sidelines?" 

"Hmm, how about a dinner date and I’ll think about it?” You smile teasingly at him, withdrawing from him to put on a thinking face. 

“What?! Hey, I’m injured here, you still not gonna cheer me on?” Chan’s hands trail up from your hips to your sides, giving you light tickles. The feeling makes you squeal in laughter as your hands automatically go to grab his, trying to push them away from you. 

“I said I’ll think about it!” You manage to squeal out in the midst of your laughter. Chan’s face is overtaken by the wide smile and he’s thriving as he soaks up the beautiful sight of you, on his lap, with the widest smile and the sun shining down perfectly on your hair, sparkling off your eyes. He finally stops and you settle down, still in his lap. 

“We gotta go, you’re cleared for dismissal so you can take me on that date since you’re so smitten for me.” You peck his lips and quickly climb off his lap before he recovers from your teasing. By the time he snaps out, you’re already down and standing beside his bed, helping to gather his things and he can only pout in your direction.

“Hey, come back, that wasn’t a proper kiss!" 

Bonus:

Needless to say, in the next Rashford game that wasn’t against Covern, you stood in the bleachers wearing a large black and red jersey with "BANG” written on the back. His jersey reached just above your knees and you were practically drowning in it every time you wore it. The first few times, you grumbled complaining that it made you look like a midget but Chan was quick to soothe you with long comfy hugs and constant kisses all over your face. He’d never get over the sight of you in his jersey, it made his heart melt even as he was on the court and it took everything in him not to get distracted. But he had promised he wouldn’t and he made sure not to. Instead, taking every second of his breaks to stare adoringly at your figure enthusiastically cheering him on from the bleachers, loudly chanting his name regardless of how far he was from you. 

Bang Chan was smitten for you, he’d admit it in a heartbeat. And you were equally as smitten for him, one could say you fell for him at the club–both literally and figuratively.

#skz fic #stray kids fic #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #stray kids oneshot #stray kids x reader #chan x reader #bang chan x reader #chris x reader #stray kids bang chan x reader #stray kids chan x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagine #cheerleader au #athlete au #fluff #stray kids scenarios #zyawrites

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Dad Level: 3000

Summary: Peter comes down with the flu while visiting the Stark family (and Happy) at the lake house during his spring break from MIT. Thankfully, Tony has been spending the last five years honing his Dad Skills™. He's got this.

Word count: 5,227

Genre: sickfic, hurt/comfort, fluff, whump

A/N: This story is set in March 2025. Morgan is five and Peter is 18 (but also 23 on paper, which totally isn’t confusing at all).

Most of the events of Infinity War/Endgame happened, except Captain Marvel did the snap with her mighty-glowing-lady-warrior-powers and so no one freaking died.

Thanks to @sallyidss and @xxx-cat-xxx for beta reading <3

Link to read on AO3

Tony walks into the kitchen Monday morning to see his five-year-old daughter standing on her tiptoes on a chair, attempting to reach a small cardboard box inside the open freezer.

“What is this, a heist?” he asks, moving towards Morgan. He loops an arm around her middle and lifts her into his arms, planting a quick kiss on the top of her head and causing the little girl to giggle. “I thought Mommy said no juice pops before noon.”

“It’s for Peter,” she says simply.

“Oh it’s for Peter, is it?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow. “And why does Peter need a juice pop at ten in the morning?”

“Because he doesn’t feel good and juice pops always make me feel better,” Morgan concludes.

Tony’s brow furrows, but he just steps closer to the freezer to allow her to reach into the box properly. Now that he thinks about it, Peter had seemed pretty wiped last night, but he’d brushed it off as midterm exam stress. “I think he likes the orange ones best,” he advises.

Morgan fishes out an orange popsicle and Tony lowers her back down to the floor. She skips off down the hall, around the corner, and all the way to the cabin’s guest bedroom where the kid has been staying for the past two days since MIT spring break had officially begun. Tony follows along, his frown deepening when she continues straight through the room and pushes open the slightly ajar door to the ensuite bathroom.

It’s a sorry sight indeed. Peter is slumped on the floor, propped up between the bathtub and toilet, eyes half-closed and his cheek resting on the edge of the bowl. One arm is wrapped around his stomach and he’s pale and sweaty.

Morgan, bless her heart, runs right over to him. “I got you a juice pop!” she says brightly.

Peter blinks up at her and then swallows thickly before offering her the weakest of smiles. “Oh. Thanks,” he croaks. “Uh, do you think you can do me a big favor and eat it for me?”

Spinning around, Morgan gazes up at Tony, her eyes big. “Can I?”

Despite his growing concern, Tony huffs out a quick laugh. “Sure, why not,” he agrees. Pepper is the one always reminding him to choose his battles after all. “We’ll just keep this one to ourselves.”

As Morgan unwraps the plastic from her popsicle, Peter closes his eyes tightly and swallows again, face draining even further of color.

Tony pats Morgan on the shoulder. “Hey, why don’t you go eat that with Uncle Happy? I’m gonna sit here with Peter for a little while.”

“Okay,” she agrees, spinning around on her heel.

The moment she’s gone, Tony’s attention turns back to his other kid, who is looking even more miserable now. “Not feeling so hot, huh?”

Peter shakes his head slightly, letting his eyelids squeeze shut again. “‘M’sorry,” he murmurs.

If Peter didn’t look so pathetic right now, Tony would have rolled his eyes. Instead, he just lets out a small sigh. “Not your fault, kiddo,” he assures. “You throw up?”

“Not yet,” Peter mumbles, then swallows again. “Just... feel really sick.”

“C’mon, Happy’s tuna casserole wasn’t that bad…” he tries to joke, but it falls flat when Peter doesn’t so much as smirk.

Tony steps further into the bathroom and crouches down beside the kid, wincing as his knees click in protest. “Is it just your stomach?”

“I dunno.” Peter shrugs tiredly. “Kinda ache all over...”

Tony places his hand on the back of Peter’s neck and instantly can feel the heat radiating off the kid’s sweaty skin. Peter shivers at the touch. “Your hand is really cold,” he complains.

“Nah, you’re just warm,” Tony disagrees, moving his hand to press to Peter’s forehead instead. He sighs and pushes himself back up to standing. “Think you’ll be okay here for a few minutes?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” Peter croaks, looking a little guilty. “You really don’t have to stay. I know you’re busy…”

“Ah, see that’s the beauty of the retired stay-at-home-dad life,” Tony retorts, straightening back up to standing. “This is literally my job now.”

Before Peter has a chance to dwell too much on that response, Tony exits the room and heads to the master bathroom to locate the thermometer, and then to his lab to grab the bottle of spidey-kid-strength painkiller and fever reducer pills he and Bruce had concocted. Hopefully, they wouldn’t have to use them—he knows Peter hates the way the meds knock him on his ass and make his thoughts fuzzy and disconnected—but he figures it would be good to have them on hand just in case.

After making a quick detour through the kitchen for a can of ginger ale and some crackers, he heads back to the guest room, quickening his pace when he hears the telltale sound of retching and splashing issuing from the bathroom.

“Aw, Pete…” He winces in sympathy at the gagging boy. Peter’s nose is running and his eyes are red and wet with tears.

“Flu was going ‘round the dorm last week…” Peter moans as Tony sets the items down on the counter and wets a washcloth at the sink. “Thought I lucked out. Guess not.”

Tony places a hand on the kid’s sweaty t-shirt to start rubbing circles on his back. But he freezes instantly when he feels Peter tense up at the touch.

“You alright?” he checks, hand hovering just over the kid’s shoulder blades.

“Yeah,” Peter rasps. “Jus’... you never did that before.”

Tony recalls the handful of times he’d seen Peter sick during their time together before. Vomit has never fazed him—he’s had much too colorful of a past for that—but before he was definitely more inclined to offer a joke or a sarcastic remark than to settle for being a comforting presence. Funny what five years with a child who turns into a clingy octopus whenever she’s ill have done to him.

Then again, Morgan is in kindergarten while Peter is eighteen (or twenty-three, according to his birth certificate—it’s been over a year since Thanos and still no one seems entirely sure how to refer to the un-vanished). Maybe the Comforting Presence™ protocol is different for teenagers.

He is just about to offer to step out in order to give the kid some privacy when Peter interrupts his thoughts. “’S’nice,” he murmurs. “May does it too.”

Tony’s heart swells a bit. Then the moment is shattered when Peter suddenly sticks his head back over the toilet and starts gagging again.

“Alright, alright, get it all out…” With a small sigh, Tony lowers himself down to sit on the floor beside Peter and resumes rubbing his back.

When he’s finally finished, Tony flushes the toilet and Peter slumps back against the tub, his eyes closed. Instinctively, Tony lifts the washcloth up to wipe his messy face. Peter flinches at the contact and weakly reaches a hand up to take the cloth.

“Sorry, can do it myself,” he mumbles. “‘S’gross…”

Tony gives a quick snort. “Nah, you know what’s really gross? When I found Morgan’s secret booger stash on the side of her bedroom dresser.” He shudders dramatically.

Almost instantly, Tony regrets his comment when it triggers another round of heaving from Peter. “Sorry, kiddo,” he says as he rubs Peter’s back. “That was on me.”

This time when the spasms cease and Peter slumps back against the tub, he doesn’t bother protesting when Tony cleans his face and flushes the evidence away for him. Tony cracks open the can of ginger ale and passes it to the kid.

“Small sips, okay?” he instructs, reaching up to the counter for the thermometer.

“Can’t FRIDAY just tell you that?” Peter asks as Tony flips on the device.

“Morgan’s pediatrician convinced me this is more accurate,” Tony replies, inserting it in Peter’s ear. “Just be glad she’s graduated to the aural one now. You would not be happy about where this guy had me sticking it for the first year or so.”

“Huh?” Peter blinks at him. Then all of a sudden it seems to click and he groans, “Mr. Starrrk.”

The thermometer beeps. Still smirking, Tony lowers the device down to read the display. His grin falters for a second at the number.

“Wha’s it say?” Peter croaks.

“Nothing we can’t fix,” Tony replies briskly.

“But what’s it say?” Peter repeats. He weakly attempts to get the thermometer from Tony’s grip, but his mentor just holds the device out of his reach, lightly swatting the kid’s hand away.

Peter stares blankly at Tony for a second before glancing upwards. “What’s my temp, FRI?” he asks wearily.

“103.2,” FRIDAY reports.

Tony scoffs, finally flipping around the thermometer to show the ‘103.1’ displayed on the screen. “See? The doctor was right—manual is much better.”

Peter glances nervously at the orange pill bottle on the counter. “Does that mean I have to take the meds?” he whispers.

Tony hesitates for a second. While he knows 103 is not exactly life-threatening, it’s still a far cry from normal. “It would probably make you feel better if we could get it lower,” he reasons.

“It’s not worth it,” Peter mumbles. “They make me feel weird.”

“I wish we had something better for you, bud,” Tony says with a sigh. He considers their options for a moment. “Alright, how about we wait a while and see if it goes down on its own?” he suggests. “But if you hit 104, I’m making an executive decision.”

“Deal,” Peter croaks.

They sit there for a few more minutes, Peter taking deep breaths and looking like he might fall asleep right there against the tub. Finally, Tony’s stiff back protests. “How’s your stomach now?” he asks.

Without opening his eyes, Peter lifts a hand and makes a so-so gesture.

“Well, you seem pretty empty,” Tony goes on. “What do you say we move this party elsewhere?”

“Mm...‘kay,” Peter breathes. Tony pushes himself up to standing and helps him up, supporting him under the elbows. Peter sways on his feet. “Whoa…” he murmurs.

Tony quickly adjusts his grip to get a better hold on the kid. “You dizzy?” he asks.

“Kinda,” Peter admits. ”Just need a sec.”

When it seems like he can safely move without passing out, Tony helps him out of the bathroom and sits him on the edge of the bed.

“Let’s change your shirt, okay?” Tony says.

“Huh?” Peter glances down, for the first time seeming to notice how soaked with sweat his shirt is. “Oh. Yeah.”

Tony locates (what he hopes is) a clean t-shirt from the kid’s messy duffel bag on the floor and watches him pull it on. The simple act seems to take far more effort than usual.

“You wanna go back to sleep?” Tony offers.

Peter’s only response is a non-committal grunt. “Don’t think I can,” he admits. “Woke up at like, six. Couldn’t really fall back asleep.”

“Should we try the couch then?”

At the kid’s nod, Tony guides him out to the living room, keeping a firm grip around Peter’s upper arm for support. Morgan, Happy, and a staggering array of the five-year-old’s favorite toys are currently occupying at least two-thirds of the room’s large sectional sofa while reruns of Peppa Pig play on the TV.

“Peter!” Morgan exclaims when he comes into view. She hops down off the sofa and runs over to them while Happy stands up and starts clearing off some of the cushions to make room for Peter. “Is your tummy feeling better?” she asks. “Can you play now?”

Despite how miserable Peter looks, he manages to give her a half-smile. “Um, maybe in a little while…”

Tony takes pity on the kid and intervenes. “Peter’s not feeling that great, so how about we just watch a movie?” he suggests as he situates the teenager on the chaise section of the couch.

Morgan’s eyes light up. “Can we see Frozen 3?”

“God no,” Happy grumbles, sinking down into a nearby armchair. “That damn song with all of Olaf’s little frolicking snowball children was stuck in my head for a week last time.”

“There’s a Frozen 3 now?” Peter questions, his brow wrinkling. “There wasn’t even a Frozen 2 when I got dusted.”

“Yeah, well, global crisis or not, Disney marches on,” Tony retorts. He tugs a fuzzy blanket out of the stack in the wicker bin by the fireplace and tosses it to Peter, who gives a little grunt of thanks. “For the record, Cars 4 was better than Cars 2, but it was no Cars 3.”

“See, I think they peaked at Cars 5: European Adventure,” Happy argues.

“Nah,” Tony scoffs. “There were at least three too many roundabout jokes.”

“But Mater and Fillmore driving the Autobahn was peak comedy.”

Peter is still struggling to unfold the blanket, so Tony takes it back and shakes it open for him. “What are you in the mood for, kid?” he asks as he tucks it around Peter.

“Whatever you want,” Peter mumbles, leaning back against the pillows. He looks utterly exhausted—Tony figures he’ll be lucky to make it fifteen minutes into the movie before falling asleep. Best to go with something he’s already seen then.

“Lilo & Stitch?” he suggests.

The kids agree, Morgan with much more enthusiasm than Peter. Happy even gives his begrudging blessing on the basis that at least it’s ‘not another damn musical’.

(As if FRIDAY didn’t already have half a dozen audio recordings of him singing “Let It Go” in the shower).

Tony instructs FRIDAY to start the movie before heading back to Peter’s bathroom to gather all the supplies he left, and also snags the room’s small trash can because if there’s one thing he’s learned from Morgan, it’s that you can never be too careful.

Peter’s breathing has already evened out as the opening credits fade from the screen and Tony sinks down into the sofa beside him, and by the time Lilo explains why she can’t give Pudge a tuna fish sandwich, Peter is snoring quietly.

X

To Tony’s relief, Peter sleeps straight through the remainder of the movie, with Happy joining him somewhere around the halfway point. The moment the film ends, Morgan hops off the sofa. “I’m hungry,” she announces. “Can we have mac and cheese?”

Peter gives a low moan and stirs slightly in his sleep. Tony locks eyes with Morgan and presses a finger to his lips, tilting his head sideways in the boy’s direction.

Her eyes go wide with understanding and she tries again in a stage whisper (which honestly isn’t any better than her normal volume). “Can we have mac and cheese?”

Sighing, Tony pushes himself up to standing and prods her along to the kitchen. “Fine. But only if you eat a vegetable with it.”

Morgan grins. “Okay! I want corn.”

“Corn isn’t a real vegetable,” Tony grumbles. He steers them both into the room and moves towards the cabinet where they keep the pasta. “Pick something green.”

Her face falls for a moment. Then, just as quickly as they darkened, her eyes light up again. “Green jello!”

Tony rolls his eyes. He takes out a box of mac and cheese and then opens the fridge to take stock of what’s on hand. “You’re getting cucumber,” he says after a moment.

“I don’t like cucumber,” she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest.

Tony frowns at her. “But you said it was your favorite last week.”

“I don’t like it anymore,” she says simply. “It’s gross. Can we have pudding?”

“That’s the opposite of a vegetable,” Tony argues. “So if you’re eating that, now you have to have two vegetables.”

“Um… Potato chips?” she asks hopefully.

Tony runs a hand over his face in exasperation. “No, that’s not a—”

“Hey Tony?” Happy’s voice calls from the living room. There’s an edge of worry to it. “Can you come here?”

“Yeah, coming,” Tony replies, a feeling of dread already sinking in. He heads back to the living room, Morgan tailing along behind.

The sight awaiting him causes Tony’s heart to clench. Happy is standing over Peter, urgently shaking his shoulder while the kid moans incoherently and tosses in his sleep, clearly in the midst of a nightmare.

“He’s not waking up,” Happy says worriedly.

“I got it,” Tony says, quickly closing the distance between himself and the sofa. “Hey, Pete, naptime is over,” he commands as he taps Peter’s unusually warm cheek. “C’mon, rise and shine. I’d offer to make you some breakfast, but it looks like you’re already cookin’…”

It takes a moment, but finally Peter wakes. His eyes snap open and he sits up gasping.

“There we go,” Tony soothes, rubbing a hand down Peter’s arm. “You’re alright.”

Peter blinks at him. “...Mr. Stark?” Tears are already welling up in the kid’s eyes and falling before he can stop them. His breath hitches in his throat. “Oh god…” he sobs. “I thought… I-I was trapped and...”

“It’s okay.” He sits down beside Peter on the sofa and wraps an arm around him, pulling him into his side. Even six years out from the initial snap, Tony still has nightmares—he can only imagine what Peter must be going through. “You’re okay, you’re safe, just a dream,” he assures.

“Daddy?” Morgan asks nervously. Tony glances back and sees her standing just inside the room’s threshold, lip trembling.

“Hey, munchkin,” Tony says, giving her a forced smile. “Peter’s fine. You wanna go teach Uncle Happy how to make the mac and cheese? Don’t let him add tuna.”

Eyes still locked on Peter, Morgan nods slowly.

Happy moves over to take her hand. “C’mon, kiddo,” he says as he ushers her back to the kitchen. “And don’t listen to your daddy, tuna is a great source of protein…”

The moment they leave, Tony focuses his attention back on Peter, who is just now starting to get his breathing back under control.

“‘M’sorry…” Peter chokes out. “I just thought I was trapped there, and, and…”

“It’s okay, Pete,” Tony says gently. “You’re here with me, not on Titan, not in the soul stone. You’re safe.”

“Titan?” Peter asks, his brow wrinkling. “Wha’ about Titan?”

Tony frowns. “Your nightmare? Trapped on Titan, right?”

Peter’s tears have stopped now and he’s staring at Tony with glassy eyes. “Wasn’t on Titan,” he mutters. “Nick Fury found out I was a spider and sucked me up in a giant vacuum cleaner”—his breath hitches again—“an’ I was swirlin’ around and I couldn’t get out, and someone was chasing me with a giant spray can, and there was this cat but like, a monster cat, and—”

Okay, that wasn’t what Tony expected. He places a hand on Peter’s forehead and feels the heat pouring off of him. Taking the thermometer from the coffee table, he turns it on and sticks it in Peter’s ear.

When it beeps this time, the display reads 104.2.

Tony lets out a low whistle, already starting to untangle the blanket from around Peter. “Alright... guess we’re doing the meds now.”

Peter groans, rubbing a hand at his eyes. “Mr. Stark…”

“Nope, non-negotiable,” Tony replies. He grabs the pill bottle from the coffee table along with the package of crackers. “And you have to eat something so they stay down.”

Despite his grumbling, Peter takes the crackers Tony passes him and nibbles at them between sips of ginger ale. When he’s managed to get two down, Tony gives him the pill.

“I know you’re not a fan, but it’ll help with the pain too,” Tony promises.

“Hm, that’s good…” Peter croaks. “Have a headache. And my throat hurts.”

Tony hums in sympathy. “I can imagine.”

Stepping out, he wets a washcloth with cool water in the bathroom and returns to place it over Peter’s forehead and eyes.

Immediately, Peter lets out a sigh. “That’s really nice,” he whispers.

They rest like that for a few minutes until a small voice interrupts them. “Um, Peter?”

Peter lowers the cloth and both of them glance back to see Morgan padding into the room, a stuffed corgi dog plushie tucked under one arm, an orange popsicle clutched in the other hand. Happy is standing just inside the threshold, leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed casually.

“Hey.” Peter manages a half-smile.

“I got you another juice pop,” she says, handing it over. “And this is Korg, he’ll make you feel better,” she adds as she nestles the toy into the crook of Peter’s elbow.

“Korg?” Peter questions as his fingers fumble to unwrap the popsicle.

“Thor named him,” Tony replies. “Apparently he’s got a buddy with the same name—thought it would be hilarious when he learned what this breed was called.”

“Uncle Happy said you had a scary dream,” Morgan goes on, plopping down on the couch next to the boy.

Peter’s already fever-flushed face goes a little redder. “Oh, yeah. I guess it was kinda silly.”

“You can tell Korg about it,” she says, stroking the plush dog’s head. “He can’t laugh because he’s not real.”

Seeming caught off guard by that, Peter barks out a sharp laugh which quickly morphs into coughs, but Tony is glad because it’s the first real humor he’s seen from the kid all day.

X

While Happy and Morgan eat their mac and cheese—with tuna for Happy, peas for Morgan—Tony manages to cajole Peter into eating half a can of chicken noodle before the kid nods off with the spoon halfway to his mouth.

“Sorry...” Peter murmurs as Tony dabs the spilled broth off his shirt with a wad of paper towels. “Tired.”

Tony sighs. “Yeah, that would be the meds kicking in,” he says. He checks Peter’s temperature again and sees it’s down to 102.7 now. “At least they’re working.”

“Hmm…” Peter hums sleepily.

“Let’s go ahead and move you to your real bed,” Tony decides. “It’ll be more comfortable to stretch out.”

“Hmm…” he says again.

Tony hoists the wobbly boy to his feet, supporting him under his arm. “You should probably have a shower when you wake up, but I’m thinking it’s a safety concern at the moment.”

“Hmm…”

“Okay, not in the chattiest mood, I get it…”

Tony shuffles him back to the guest room and changes his shirt again. Then he helps Peter crawl into bed and pulls the covers up around him.

“Alright underoos, take a nap,” he says softly. “I’ll keep the little troublemaker from bothering you.”

“Hmm... and Morgan too?” Peter murmurs.

“Smartass,” Tony says, rolling his eyes. “Keep an eye on him, FRI,” he commands the AI. “Sleep well, kid.”

X

After fixing himself his own lunch, Tony spends the next two hours alternating between entertaining a rambunctious five-year-old and trying to catch up on his backlog of SI paperwork for Pepper. He’s sitting at the kitchen table with Morgan, watching her color a page out of her Frozen 3 coloring book, as he skims through yet another proposal on his tablet. That’s when FRIDAY’s voice comes over the speakers.

“Boss, Peter’s temperature has just reached 103 degrees. He is awake and appears to be in distress,” FRIDAY reports.

“Shit,” Tony mutters, getting to his feet.

“You said only Mommy can say that word,” Morgan complains as she colors Elsa’s hair bright purple.

“Yeah, yeah, I was just borrowing it from her,” he mutters. “I’m gonna go check on Peter, okay?”

She nods, still coloring intently. “‘Kay.”

Tony hurries out of the kitchen and down the hall towards the guest bedroom, fully prepared to talk Peter down from another nightmare. What he’s not prepared for is the sight that awaits him.

Peter is sitting up in bed, hunched over himself and trembling. Liquidy vomit is running all down his shirt and soaking into the comforter.

“Aw, bud…” Tony sighs, quickly moving over to the bed. “You really go all out, don’t you?”

Peter doesn’t even look up. His breaths are coming out far too quick, and he’s mumbling something under his breath.

Tony places a hand on his shoulder, causing Peter to jerk his head up, revealing the tear tracks trailing down his cheeks.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Tony asks in alarm.

“S-Sorry…” Peter chokes out. “I just, for a minute, I didn’t know where I was. Called for May and she didn’ answer, so thought I was at the d-dorm, but this isn’t a bunk bed, an’ then I thought I was in the stone but it’s not orange, and then I felt sick but I couldn't get up fast enough, and I just—”

(Okay so the PTSD was just a bit delayed.)

“You’re okay, you’re fine,” Tony assures, rubbing a hand up and down over the kid’s back. “You’re here at the lake house and you’re safe.”

“’M’sorry…” Peter sniffs, hanging his head. “This is dumb, maybe I should just have May come pick me up”—his nose is dripping and he sniffs again—“you shouldn’t have to take care of me when I’m being all gross”—sniff—“a-and...”

Absently, Tony pulls several tissues from the box on the nightstand and holds them to Peter’s messy face. “Blow.”

Peter goes silent and Tony freezes as the realization of what he’s just done sinks in.

Tissues still pressed to his nose, Peter raises an eyebrow to his mentor. “D-Did… Did you just tell me to blow my nose?”

Tony recovers quickly. “C’mon, it’s swallowing all that crap that’s making you feel sick in the first place,” he points out. “Now blow.”

So Peter does.

Tony lowers the used tissue back down and tosses it into the trash can. “Better?”

Looking mildly traumatized, Peter deadpans, “Iron Man just wiped my nose.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll live,” Tony dismisses him with a hand wave. Then in a more gentle tone, he asks, “Now do you really want to go home? Because I get it if you do, but I promise, I really don’t mind taking care of you. And with your healing, you’ll probably be feeling better in another day or so. There’ll still be plenty of your break left.”

Peter hesitates. “I dunno. I mean…” He shrugs. “I guess, I don’t really want to leave, but…” he trails off, sounding conflicted.

After a moment, Tony intervenes. “Okay, here’s an idea,” he suggests, as casually as he can manage. “You’re looking a little more steady now, so how about I run a load of laundry and you go take a shower? You can call May after and decide what you want to do. Then we’ll go from there.”

A look of relief instantly washes over Peter at the suggestion. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he whispers. “Thanks.”

X

During the next half hour, Tony checks on Morgan—who is contentedly playing with toys on her bedroom floor—before stripping Peter’s bed and running a load of laundry. When he reenters the guestroom, he finds Peter sitting on the bare mattress in fresh pajamas and with wet hair, looking much more relaxed.

“How’s May?” Tony asks.

Peter shrugs. “Her shift just ended. She said she’s sorry I’m sick.” He pauses for a beat. “Also said she’s not surprised, given all the all-nighters I pulled during the last two weeks and the fact I’ve been mostly living off cereal, ramen noodles, and Fig Newtons this semester.”

Tony snorts out a laugh. “Yeah, that’ll do it.” According to FRIDAY, the lukewarm water of the shower has had the added benefit of bringing Peter’s temperature down to just over 102 and he’s looking significantly better for it. “Still wanna bail on us?”

Peter shakes his head, a bit sheepish. “Not if you don’t mind me staying.”

“Nah, ‘course not,” Tony assures. “Now you wanna go see if Morgan’s up for another movie yet?”

Peter agrees and the two of them shuffle upstairs. As they approach the landing, they can hear muffled voices issuing from the little girl’s bedroom.

“Do you want some more?” Morgan’s voice floats down the hall.

“Yeah, fine. Two sugar, no cream…” a gruff voice replies. “And one of those cookies.”

“No, no you have to call it a biscuit,” she insists, her tone just bordering on a whine. “Mommy says that’s more fancy.”

“It’s a double-stuffed Oreo,” Happy grouses. “It’s a goddamn cookie.”

Peter shoots his mentor a perplexed look. Tony just gives a shrug in return as he pushes Morgan’s door open and then they both immediately pause.

Happy glances up at them from where he’s seated cross-legged on the floor beside the kiddie table. One of Pepper’s silk scarves is wrapped around his shoulders making some sort of shawl, and he’s wearing Morgan’s flowery sun hat with several of her homemade plastic beaded necklaces hanging around his neck. Meanwhile, Morgan sits in the chair to his right, pouring pretend tea from her little plastic teapot into a tiny cup.

Peter leans closer into his mentor’s side. “I think my fever went up,” he whispers. “I’m hallucinating.”

Happy shrugs. “What can I say? She makes a mean chamomile.” Pinching the minuscule handle of his teacup between his thumb and forefinger, pinky raised, he lifts it to his lips and mimes taking a sip.

“Do you guys wanna join us?” Morgan asks hopefully. She’s dressed in her yellow Princess Belle dress and her hair is sporting a loose braid that definitely wasn’t there last time Tony saw her.

Peter hesitates a second, looking into the little girl’s wide eyes. Then he lets out a small sigh. “Well, May did say I should be drinking more fluids…” he mutters as he moves towards the kiddie table, Tony following along behind.

X

When Pepper arrives home from work just past seven that evening, she finds Peter, Tony, and Happy passed out on the sofa and snoring softly amid an array of Morgan’s plush toys. The little girl sits beside them with a bowl of popcorn nestled in her lap, intently watching Frozen 3 on the room’s massive TV.

“Mommy!” Morgan greets, hopping off the sofa and running over to her.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Pepper says as she scoops the five-year-old up in her arms. She gazes around the room, taking in the interesting fashion choices on display. It seems half of her accessory drawer has been commandeered to adorn the three men on the sofa.

Morgan’s full plastic tea service—now complete with Gatorade in the teacups and Saltine crackers on the plastic saucers—has been moved to the living room coffee table. Besides the dishes, the table also contains the thermometer, an empty soup bowl, and a box of tissues, and on the floor in front of the couch is a lined trash can. “What happened here?” she asks.

“Peter didn’t feel good, but Daddy took his temperature and gave him medicine and I got him juice pops,” Morgan reports. “And then we had tea and I gave Uncle Happy and Daddy makeovers.”

Pepper peers closer, noticing the two older men’s nails are painted with sparkly lilac-colored polish and their cheeks are looking a bit more glittery than normal.

“Good girl,” Pepper praises, giving her a quick kiss on her forehead. “Looks like you all took good care of each other.”

X

Fic Masterlist

For more fluffy illness, try:

Give the Kid an Oscar 

Bedridden Spider

Sick as a Bug

#sick peter parker #peter parker whump #irondad fic #spiderman fic #flu #fluffy illness #sickfic #morgan stark #my fic

[fatbottombucky]

Bucky: Bed Sharing [x Reader]

Summary: After a mission yourself and Barnes stop off at a motel, only there’s one bed. Bed sharing trope/ friends to lovers trope

pairing: Bucky x male reader

word count: 1345

Warnings: Two boi’s sharing a bed

“We need to stop at a motel, Barnes,” you sigh tiredly at the assassin but receive nothing in response. “Did you hear what-”

“I heard,” Barnes responded gruffly, “I’m fine. We’ll be back at the compound in twelve hours if I keep driving.”

You let out a sigh, ready to just let him be. Only you know that even with the serum the bullet wound needs attending to, especially if he wants it to heal with no scarring. You shake your head, clicking your tongue against your cheek and pointing at the neon sign.

“Pull in. Now.”

You watch as he indicates despite being on a deserted highway, his eyes remain straight ahead but you know he’s pissed at you. Heck, you’re pissed at you. He parks the car the furthest away from the reception. You don’t exactly look like a couple of normal civilians; your stealth suits bloody and ripped, cuts and bruises litter your faces and the smell of gunpowder on you both.

Exiting the car, you walk to the boot and grab the duffle bag. You sigh as Barnes heads to the reception without you, walking inside and talking to the lady at the front desk- she doesn’t even look concerned at his appearance, which is a good thing. You lean against the car, duffle by your feet and arms crossed over your chest.

A whistle grabs your attention, you look up tiredly to see Barnes nodding his head to some stairs. You grab the bag and slowly follow behind him, he waits beside an unopened room.

“Bad news,” he starts as he unlocks the door to the room, “only one bed.”

You groan as the door clicks open, revealing the dull room with only one twin bed. A small tv is settled on a dusty stand, you drop the bag onto the only chair in the room and you don’t even have to open the bathroom to know it’s a state.

“You can take the bed,” Barnes sighs and rolls his shoulder, the wound obviously taking a toll on him.

Shaking your head and opening the door, “We’ll argue over the bed later. Let’s sort these damn wounds out first, huh?” You looked over your shoulder at him, stopping when you notice the hesitation from him and slight timidness. “You okay, Barnes?”

He doesn’t say anything and only stalks passed you into the bathroom. You grab the med kit and walk into the dimly lit bathroom, head tilting as Barnes sits on the bathtub, head cast down and watching his hands. You decide not to say anything because you’ve pieced it together. You’ve never seen Bucky in anything but a shirt, you’re not even sure Steve has seen him shirtless.

Instead, you decide to clean yourself up first. Unbuckling and unclipping various parts of the stealth suit, standing shirtless in front of the mirror. You’re able to see all the bruises and cuts, it’s not too bad but enough that you’ll sting tomorrow and the upcoming weeks, too.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter but don’t glance at him. “I shouldn’t have stormed that room- you wouldn’t be shot because of me,” you finally look at him and he meets your eyes.

He lets out a strained chuckle, “I’ve been chasing after Steve my entire life, trust me, this won’t be the last time I get shot for covering some idiots ass.”

You let slip a quiet chuckle and nod, still feeling guilty about it. Once you’re done you turn to Barnes with an awkward smile, “Need any help or-”

“The bullet is still in my shoulder,” he deadpans and you wince, “I’mma need you to pull it out of me, okay?” You give a little nod and walk over to him as he starts to pull off his own top.

You try not to stare but it’s hard. The scars that litter his body, small and big, all indications of his past. Bullet wounds that have healed but leave traces of their story, a huge gash crosses his right pec and you want to ask about it but stop yourself. You and Barnes aren’t… friends, colleagues sure, but you’ve never moved past that step.

The wound is still seeping blood, it looks worse than it is and the only reason Barnes needs that bullet out is because his body will heal over with it still embedded. You have no tools to help pull it out, so you quickly wash your hands and sterilise them before walking back over to him. Kneeling down beside him and waiting for him to give the go ahead.

He nods shortly, eyes trained on the tiles next to him and you suck in a breath before shoving your fingers into the wound. He grits his teeth, eyes squeezing shut and you try not to throw up over this. It’s a few seconds before you feel the hardness of the bullet, grabbing ahold of it before gently pulling it out.

“Fuck!” Barnes mutters, his shoulders un-tensing and dropping a little. His metal fist unclenches and he grabs the sink as a clutch, breathing heavily for a few moments.

During this moment you patch him up quickly, knowing his body will deal with it for him but you didn’t want blood getting everywhere- especially Barnes’ blood, like Steve’s it’s special.

You both walk out of the bathroom faced with the one bed, again. You shoot him a look, already knowing he wants to take it but doesn’t want to say. You’re adults. Two grown men. You work together, save the world together, and live together- albeit you have your own bedrooms usually.

“Let’s share it,” you say confidently and meet Barnes’ grey eyes, “It’s one night and you need to rest, I’m tired as fuck. It’ll be fine,” you shrug and walk around one side.

You watch as Barnes does the same and pulls the blanket back, he bites his bottom lip before sliding in and settling down. He takes up nearly half the twin bed, you push that thought aside as you quickly get in and chuckle at the feel of this shit bed.

“Kinda wish I took the floor,” Barnes jokes and you snort with laughter, shoulders bumping his as you do. “Seriously… why is this bed so- lumpy?”

You continue to laugh and then stop abruptly, “I don’t even want to know what has happened on this bed.”

Barnes shivers at the thought. You then settle into silence, you stare at the ceiling for a very long time. You glance to your left wondering if Barnes had fallen asleep or if he was up also.

“I used to put the couch pillows on the floor, Steve and I would sleep on them,” Bucky softly muttered out and you smiled at the image of a small Steve and young Bucky. “When his ma’ worked lates, we’d take him in. My sisters, I think, all loved him very much. Little Rose fancied him actually, but she was always scared- wonder what would have happened if…”

You let your mind wander to that. If Bucky never fell, Steve never froze. “You wouldn’t be in this cruddy motel room, so there’s that.” It was meant to be a whole you’d be somewhere better, probably.

“Wouldn’t have met you,” Bucky mutters and you feel his eyes on you, even in the darkness of the room. You don’t look back at him, too stunned to actually move or say anything. “Pros and cons to everything it seems,” you let slip a chuckle.

“Didn’t think I mattered that much,” you tilt your head and look at him, the curtains aren’t drawn, the moonlight casts a glow over his face. “Always thought I was just a workmate.”

It’s a few seconds of silence before speaks, “I’ve wanted to be… your friend for a while,” you raised an eyebrow at Bucky with a smirk, “shut up,” he mutters and looks away.

“Was gonna ask ya on a date but you just friendzoned me,” Bucky chokes on air and looks at you bewildered for a moment.

(I didn’t know how to end it basically. Hopefully, you all like this. - Rosalie)

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky barnes x male!reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes one shot #winter soldier x reader

[jae-canikeepyou]

| bad boy | j.jh

pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader genre: au a/n: idk the specific genre for this. can anyone suggest besides au? xD enjoy ~j

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the night crawled in and daylight instantly disappeared. you couldn’t believe how time had passed when all you did was study for the final exams this semester. passing the course was all you wanted, hopeful for the grades you were to get would be more than satisfactory.

city’s lights shone and twinkled like stars, slightly blinding your sight when your eyes recovered from the dimmed street ahead. the broken lamppost blinked several times before its shortage came, and you were stuck in darkness. only for awhile though, because at the third street was where your car parked. screw the campus for having limited parking slots.

you hoped your tired mind was playing you as you stood by your car.

there were footsteps.

and continuous uneven breaths.

it seemed the person was running. or being chased? you didn’t know but in all honesty who would run at this hour? it was nearing midnight. wouldn’t make any sense if there people to exercise now. you let it slide until you fumbled your bag for the keys. though it wasn’t anything to be worried about, your hunch said otherwise.

you unlocked your car but before you could even get on, a yank pulled you from behind, an arm wrapping your entire frame while the other covered your mouth. struggling to escape you stepped on this person’s foot, elbowing their torso.

but their was no effect. they only tightened their grip onto you.

the worse part?

a sharp item pointed at your back.

you knew if you moved any longer they will pursue injuring you. sweat rolled down your temples as you stood there, waiting for their comment.

“you’re a coward for bringing an innocent into this mess.” a voice made you shot up in front you. “did you really think you would escape from this?”

with the dark sky and dimmed lamppost, there was no way of distinguishing the person. their silhouette was too far in the distance, well maybe at least to your view.

“i’ll injure her!” the man yelled behind you, yet his voice quivered at the other’s tone.

“what will you gain from it? confidence? sure. guilt? possible.” he paused. “don’t even make me mention the worse case scenario. i guarantee it’ll haunt you.”

the sharp item behind you was given more pressure onto your flesh. from the feel of it, it was definitely a dagger. tiny but deadly. you could lose a lot of blood from this. the other man came forward and under the blinking lamppost.

ah.. it was someone you knew, too well. actually, the city you lived in knew him too well.

jung jaehyun, a.k.a the bad boy.

the nickname itself was not self-explanatory, rather an acronym given to him— beautiful and dangerous boy. his face could lure you into his crime and force you to handle it while he watched from afar, observing how you would do. you thought it was over the top but tonight proved you different.

he was.. dangerously attractive. a look at him could swoon ladies but his being was too dangerous at the same time. thus gaining the name. even the so-called strongest gang couldn’t stand against him. these were only rumors but you were slowly believing them.

“let the lady go and we’ll deal with this nicely.” jaehyun smirked.

a loud whistle escaped from the man’s lips, deafening your hearing for a whole second. figures and silhouettes appeared at every location your eyes could see. you gasped at the numbers and as you looked at jaehyun, he didn’t seem to give a damn. he eyed every one of them with a smile of disbelief.

“beat the crap out of jaehyun! i want him dead meat.” the man scowled with gritted teeth.

“i see you still have underlings! way to go for the intimidation!” jaehyun applauded.

before you even know it, he was swarmed with man’s underlings. like a movie, jaehyun’s movements appeared slow motion that you could see every action he did for offense. the man clicked his tongue and pulled you close. you decided not to be a damsel in distress of anybody, let along jung jaehyun, even if tonight seemed like he was to save you.

you couldn’t tolerate the man’s grip onto your body. so you stomped his foot again and gave him an uppercut as you turned to face him. the dagger fell from his hold and immediately you kicked it to the nearest drainage of a street pavement. he attempted punches but given his posture, he was already injured, where his polo shirt was slowly damped with blood.

the yells from behind went softer as the bodies of the underlings were either unconscious or had ran away. jaehyun too was close to losing consciousness. you feared of being involved in this mess and rushed to your car. hands currently shook at the situation.

“woman! you-” the man’s yell made you turn to him where he fumbled his pockets, bringing out a hand gun. he aimed at you as you had closed your eyes when you pulled onto the car’s handle. though you screamed in fear, you instinctively covered yourself as you ducked.

gunshot.

everything happened so fast that luckily you had gotten inside on time. the man ran off, yes, but you realized your car door was open.

jaehyun sat by your car.

and he was shot.

“hey,” he called out. “c-can i get in?”

did he just.. chuckle? he was injured and you knew you couldn’t leave him there. from his position now, he was facing you. your conscience told you he saved you.

the jung jaehyun saved you.

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“agh-” jaehyun glared at you. “watch it!” he hissed at the sting from medication and your touch. his eyes boring into yours.

“tsk, if you could just move a little forward-” you butt back as you gently supported his torso against yours, wrapping surgical tape around his.

your mind flashed back to the sound of the gunshot. it still ringed your ears. jaehyun have asked you to bring him to the nearest hospital, but it would be a long drive. hesitant but grateful for him, you decided to bring him to your apartment since it was a ten minute drive.

“i’m glad this is only grazed by the bullet.” jaehyun chuckled and you kept quiet. “if it did hit me, you’d be suspected of murder.”

“i won’t be suspected since i don’t possess such a weapon. and besides i know how the man looked like in case police did ask me.” you clicked your tongue. “there, all done. you may leave.”

jaehyun looked at you, amused at your response. “ooh thanks. by the way-”

“don’t act friendly just because i treated your wound.” you furrowed your brows.

“but i’m grateful for you. i could lose a lot of blood if not tended immediately.” he drank from his cup you prepared him earlier.

“you could feel all kinds of emotion toward me but you’re just another-”

“i was.” he said in a low voice, sitting down on the sofa with arms rested behind his head. he knew what you were getting onto. “i left the city because i wanted to change. i don’t know but the rumors you heard was the 17 year-old jaehyun, the old me. now that i’ve come back, i sought a better life and enjoying it.”

you couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth but from the looks in his eyes, maybe it was real. you jutted your lips, stood there in silence as you held the first aid kit. “i’m sorry i assumed that. i also came back to this city because my parents relocated their office.”

jaehyun smiled, and you swore you felt the tingles. he stood up to approach you and thought you were cute, then he decided to play a little game.

you cleared your throat when you both exchanged eye contact. “i’m just gonna put these back-”

“ow i think i accidentally opened the incision.” jaehyun said in pain, making you rush to him.

“you stood up too quickly jaehyun.” you said irritably, checking the bandage you had wrapped. “yep i think it’s bleeding.”

he laughed and his voice was like music to your ears. no wonder he swooned ladies in an instant. it wasn’t the time to be admiring him when you clearly have to replace the bandage. you looked at him above you and he was already staring. “i’m just kidding.” he shrugged jokingly. “it’s the medication that stained it.”

your head probably boiled into the highest temperature your body could handle. he played you and wasted your time when you could’ve slept immediately if he had left. grabbing the first aid kit, you went to the kitchen to return to its place. jaehyun seemed he didn’t want to leave just yet. it was two in the morning and gosh you really wanted to hit the sack.

“you should be able to distinguish meds and wounds.” he pointed at his waist where the wound was. “you’re training for e.m.t right?”

���okay, not only you’re an ex-juvenile but a stalker too?” you spat.

“no, i’m also training for e.m.t, y/n.” he smirked. “wow kinda mean when you don’t recognize a classmate.”

your name escaped his lips, mentioning it like you both were close, while you’ve never run into him at lectures or seen him around the campus.

“uh-huh.. hey if you’re in the e.m.t, you could’ve treated the wound yourself.” you face-palmed.

“i actually could, but why waste my chances of getting this treated by a pretty lady?” jaehyun said, still a smile on his face.

okay confirmed he got a way with his words.

it wasn’t that he was pissing you off, but rather how he could make you swoon even if he didn’t intend to. he did mention he was a changed man. you looked at him, awestruck.

your door slammed open and you were sure it was locked. boys around your age or maybe younger came rushing to jaehyun, all worried, as seen in their expressions. they were too many for your brain to even count. you stood there, exchanging glances at the strangers and your now knocked down, broken door.

“jae! your tracker said you were here!” “you weren’t replying! you got us worried!” “don’t run off like that.” “vice capt!”

“ahem.” you cleared your throat as the guys turned to where you were. “i met an ex-juve, heard gunshots, treated the guy and now nine people broke my door? gosh i just want to sleep!”

“i’m sorry y/n, i’ll ask them to leave.” jaehyun stood up, later bending at the injury.

“oh what’s this jaehyun? you’ve got a gang leader who shot you, his underlings nearly beat you to a pulp just because you told him ‘did you really think you’d escape from this?’ and now you have underlings too? trackers? vice capt? agh i’m going crazy. i’m calling the cops.” you said in one breath.

“whoa hold on miss. don’t call the cops because i think there’s a misunderstanding going on here. my name’s mark by the way. hyung’s just chasing that gang because they tried to lure the kids from the orphanage downtown.” mark waved his hands, gesturing you to stop dialing.

“we swore to protect the kids.” jaehyun said, his friends agreeing to him.

the orphanage?

“both dr. y/l/n are such good people.” the tallest one said.

“you’ve met my parents?” you asked them.

“they come to the orphanage a lot, to give the kids check-ups. we’ve gotten close within days.” jaehyun stood up, who was soon supported by two other boys of his height. “guys just fix y/n’s door and wait for me downstairs.” like ducklings to the mother, they all followed his orders.

you helped jaehyun walk to your hallway. he saw how tired you were and decided he’d call it a night. meanwhile, the large arm wrapped around your shoulders pulled you to a hug.

“jaehyun, what are you doing?” you mumbled on his clothing. “just because you’re close with my parents, doesn’t mean it’s the same for me.”

“aren’t we close now?” he asked.

“oh my g- jung jaehyun, not literally.” you sighed.

he pulled you away, and rubbed your head. “i’m kidding, y/n.”

“you better be, because i really want to slee-” you froze at his action, where he planted a kiss on your cheek.

“thanks for not leaving me out in the street. you should come to the orphanage with your parents next time. i’ll be happy to see you again.” he smiled as he closed your apartment door, but this one was the final shot for you.

the city gave him an accurate name after all.

jung jaehyun, a beautiful and dangerous boy.

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[coldphoenix]

Life Goes On

Author’s Note:-

A while back I was burned out from working on Regal and wanted a short thing to write before sleep. @friezadidnothingwrong suggested Gochi and I think they were hoping for something nice, but umm… I mean writing horrible depressing things is my jam XD So I’m not sure if this is what they had in mind? Probably not at all?? But anyway… it’s actually something I thought of a couple years ago, when I saw this song on @bluejettyy’s blog and remembered it existed. I got this fic idea back then but never got round to writing it, so… thank you Maurice for giving me the boost I needed :D Even if it was a few weeks ago now lol, I did most of it that night but never found the time to finish it. Anyway! It’s here now, hope you all like it. the song is You Were Meant For Me by Jewel.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. “Mm…” Goku groaned, awoken by the same screeching that had awoken him every morning for as long as he cared to remember. It wasn’t a patch on what used to make demands of him, but… at his age, he couldn’t be picky. “Alright, alright…” He extended his arm, and shut off the alarm. Then he prepared himself for the same struggle he faced every morning. Getting out of bed.

I hear the clock, it’s six A.M. I feel so far from where I’ve been I got my eggs, I got my pancakes too I got my maple syrup, everything but you

“Mmm…” Goku groaned in agony, pushing himself into a sitting position. He needed his meds… he needed them most in the morning. He reached for the bottle of pills and the full glass of water he kept beside his bed, right in front of Chichi’s picture. He took a couple, and looked at her while he waited for the pain to die down… “Mornin’, Chi.” He grunted. “I hope you have a good day up there.” He rubbed his eyes, still bothered by the pain in his back. It would go soon, the meds were good. Goku had no idea what they were called. He just got given them, by people who knew way more about medicine than him. He trusted them enough… never had a reason not to. They were nice to him, Gohan saw to that. Gohan got his old man the best medical care in the world… heh. Goku smiled slightly, thinking about it. He sure was lucky. A lucky old man. “Nnn…” He leaned forward slightly, onto his zimmerframe… truthfully, he hated using this thing. It made him feel so fucking weak… But, he needed it. In the mornings anyway, when the pain of his arthritis was at its worse. A couple of stretches would help him get rid of it. But even they were getting hard… it sure did suck getting old.

I break the yolks and make a smiley face I kinda like it in my brand new place

Goku made his way into the kitchen. Slowly, and not at all gracefully… but at least he could still walk. That was something. Something he was more grateful for than he ever thought he’d be. He let go of his frame, and made his way to the toaster. A few slices of bread, and a few more. His appetite had faded over the years, and the meds killed it a little… but he still managed to fill four toasters easily enough. He leaned on the counter, and stretched his back out as he waited. Damn, that hurt… but he had to do it. He had to keep up with some kind of routine. Once he’d eaten and was dressed for the day, he would try something a little more intense. Pop! The toast was ready. It was nothing compared to the breakfasts Chichi used to make, but it was food. Still… she would probably scold him for it. Goku chuckled to himself, and looked at her picture on the wall. There was one in every room, because he just knew she would want to watch him everywhere. “I don’t need much to keep me going these days.” He laughed, as if he were justifying his lack of eggs and bacon and all the stuff he used to eat in the morning… “Hana will get me somthin’ anyway, don’t worry.”

Wipe the spots off of the mirror Don’t leave my keys in the door I never put wet towels on the floor anymore ‘cause

“Aaa! Nnnn…” Goku snarled in pain, his eyes scrunched shut, grabbing his leg. He shouldn’t have done that. He’d got himself into the bath, and had decided to do a few stretches in the water. But he was all stiff and seized up – it was the meds! They dulled the pain in his back, but messed up just about everything else. He couldn’t feel properly, he couldn’t control his ki… And he couldn’t keep up with his routine like he used to, but not keeping up with it made it even harder to do anything… dammit. But Goku was stubborn. He needed to get back into shape. So he fought through the pain, and tried to stretch out again… Crack! “Fuck!” Goku snapped, his uncontrolled ki flaring slightly, causing the water to splash around him. Oh hell, he’d really done it now… he’d seized his back. He couldn’t get out. He tried to. He tried to pull himself up out of the bath, but pain pushed him back down. His aged, stiff limbs gave up on him no matter how much he told them not to. He was stuck… hell. Hell! “God dammit…” He growled, angry at himself. He would need Hana’s help… she’d be here soon, but… it was embarrassing! He hoped she wouldn’t mind…

Dreams last so long Even after you’re gone I know that you love me And soon you will see You were meant for me And I was meant for you

“Mr. Son?” A young, female voice rang through the house. Music to Goku’s ears! “Hana?” he called out. “Is that you?” Her voice sounded a little different…. but he put it down to him not hearing her properly. His ears weren’t what they used to be either. “I, uh…” He sighed, hesitating in embarrassment. “I… I need help.” “Are you okay?” No… that wasn’t her voice. Knock knock. “Mr. Son? My name is Sara. I’m Hana’s replacement.” Oh, Kami… no… No, not a new girl! “Do you need help getting out of the bath?” “Uh…” Goku stammered, flustered. “No, I…”

Click. The door opened, and a young girl stepped into the room, wearing Hana’s uniform. She purposefully wasn’t looking in his direction, to give him some privacy. As if it wouldn’t be embarrassing for him either way! “Are you stuck?” “No, I…” Goku uttered, his cheeks burning. Kami, it was their first meeting… he had everything out. It would have been embarrassing enough with Hana, but a new girl… “I’m fine, I – argh!” He let out a bark, as a sharp pain flooded through him, and his body fell back into the bath as soon as he attempted to pull it out. “Fuck!” He smacked his hand into the water, in anger at his own old, frail, weak frame. “God dammit!” “It’s okay!” The young girl insisted, rushing over to him. She kept her eyes on his, not looking anywhere indecent. “Don’t strain yourself. Here.” she took hold of him, allowing his weight to be somewhat supported by hers. “Can you manage? I can get a hoist –” “No no, that… that’s fine…” Goku inhaled, gritting his teeth through the pain as they pulled him up. He leaned on her, and he slowly got out of the bath, and back onto his Zimmer frame… and he exhaled, closing his eyes. “Th… thank you.” He uttered. “I’m sorry, I… God!” he tried to shift his weight to hide himself, if it wasn’t too late already. “It’s alright.” The young girl replied, placing a bath robe over his shoulders. “Do you need help getting dressed?” “No no, I’m fine, honestly.” Goku said. “Thank you – Sara, was it?” “Mm-hm.” She smiled. “That’s right.” “Okay, um… if you could just get me to the bedroom. I’ll… put some clothes on.” Goku laughed slightly, in embarrassment. “Sorry about this. I hope it hasn’t put you off.” “Oh, don’t worry.” Sara giggled, guiding him out of the room. “I’ve seen worse. Some of them do it on purpose.” “Oh!” Goku laughed. “I knew someone like that.” He sniggered, a smile forming on his face as he thought fondly of the old man. Roshi… … Great guy, to Goku. Taught him a lot. … But he was a dirty old pervert to the girls. “My old mentor. He uh… liked the ladies. They didn’t much care for him.” “Oh yeah?” Sara laughed. “Really?” “Well, he was a dirty old man. He was old when I knew him, even when I was a kid.” “He was old when you were a kid?” “Yep.” Goku nodded. “Like a grandpa. He died a couple of years ago.” “… Well…” Sara uttered. “If he was an old man when you were a kid… how did he only die a couple of years ago?” “Oh, he kept drinking from the Fountain of Youth. Kept him alive for decades.”

Goku looked at Sara, and smirked at the look of confusion upon the young girl’s face. Haha. Nobody ever believed him when he talked about his friends… It had made him realise he’d lived a weird sort of life. “He’s gone now, though. Got tired of it, I suppose. … You’re lucky you never met him, to be honest.” “Okay.” Sara giggled. She didn’t really understand what he was talking about, but there was nothing in his notes about dementia. Hana had mentioned that he had a few funny stories about his life… maybe he was just an odd sort of guy. Some of them were. But Hana had said he was nice, and Sara believed her. She looked at his bedroom door. “You sure you don’t need help?” “Nah, I’ll be okay.” Goku said, waving a hand. “Thank you, darlin’.” “Sure.”

I called my mamma, she was out for a walk Consoled a cup of coffee but it didn’t wanna talk So I picked up the paper, it was more bad news More hearts bein’ broken, more people being used

“So, uh… oh.” Goku smiled, when he saw Sara doing the dishes. His house was only small; he could see the kitchen from outside his bedroom door. The bedroom was on the ground floor now; Goku couldn’t manage the stairs. Which annoyed him so much… “Ah, you don’t have to do that. I got nothin’ else to do today.” “It’s fine.” Sara replied. “I brought you some breakfast, and… more meds? Have you taken your pills today?” “Yeah, when I woke up.” Goku let go of his frame a few feet away from his chair, and he started walking. Sara immediately rushed to help him, worried he might fall, but Goku waved her away. “I’m alright, honest. I need to use that thing less.” “Don’t strain yourself.” Sara sighed, folding her arms. “Hana told me you were difficult.” “Haha… sounds about right.” Goku grinned, sitting down. “So… how is she?” “Oh, she’s great – she got that job.” Sara smiled. “Did she tell you about it?” “Yah, she did!” Goku beamed, genuinely thrilled. It was a promotion, in another company, nearer to her home. Hana had her heart set on it… ah, Goku had been hoping she’d get it! “That’s great news, would you tell her I said so?” “Sure!” Sara nodded. “I think she’s coming to visit you at some point, maybe in a couple of weeks. They wanted her to start right away, otherwise she would have come herself –” “Nah, you don’t have to explain nothin’ to me.” Goku said, waving a hand. “I know how it is. When your dream job comes up, you gotta take it. Can’t be draggin’ your heels visiting old men.” “Yeah, that’s right.” Sara smiled. “I’m glad you understand. She really liked you.” “Well… I liked her.” Goku smiled back.

He watched as Sara went back into the kitchen, preparing a decent breakfast. It wouldn’t be a patch on Chichi’s, but… it was better than toast. “So… you’ve got your meds for now. I brought you lunch, you just need to microwave it. Do you want me to do anything while I’m here?” “No no, it’s fine.” Goku insisted. “Really.” “There’s laundry –” “Honestly, leave it.” Goku laughed. “I know you girls only get a short time. I’ve probably delayed you already, haven’t I?” He looked at her. “My son’s coming to visit me this afternoon. He can give me a hand if I need it.” “Okay.” Sara said, wheeling a dinner tray over to him. “Well… if you’re sure. What does your son do?” “He’s a scholar, actually.” Goku said, immediately tucking into his breakfast. “Got some high up job in the university – he’s real smart. Married as well, got a beautiful daughter… That’s my eldest.” “How many do you have?” “Two.” Goku answered. “Two boys.” “Really?” Sara smiled, looking around the room. There were a lot of family photos… Oh, that must be his eldest son? It was a young man, with a woman and a little girl. They looked like a nice family. “Is your other son married?” “Haha! No.” Goku sniggered. “I mean… he’s always with a girl. It’s never the same one.” Goku looked at her, and smirked. “I don’t even learn the names anymore.”

He laughed alongside Sara, and shook his head. “Nah, but… he’s a good kid. Always was. His mother brought them up well.” “Oh…” Sara moved her eyes to a photo, the oldest in the room. It was a married couple, the man looked at little like Goku… that must be him. “That’s your wife?” “Yep. Chichi.” Goku said, looking at the photo in fondness. “We fought through fire to get that dress. Had to travel the world looking for a giant fan.” “Uh-huh…” Sara uttered. Giant fan? That was one of those weird stories Hana had told her about… “How long were you married?” “Oh… God darlin’, don’t ask me that.” Goku laughed slightly, in embarrassment. He really couldn’t remember… “Not as long as I wanted, for sure. But… longer than she deserved.” “I’m sure that’s not true.” Sara replied. She gazed around the room, looking in fondness at all the family photos. They were all so lovely… he had a nice family. “She looks very happy.” “I hope she was.” Goku answered. “I was. I…” He hesitated slightly, remembering… … he felt… bad about it, to be honest. The kind of guy he’d been… “I put her through some stuff sometimes.” He mumbled. “But… she always forgave me. She was just… like that. Understanding.” “Mmm…”

There was a small awkwardness, while Sara thought of something else to say. Goku just laughed. She really didn’t have to. He was fine. He wasn’t sad. He liked talking about Chichi. He liked thinking about Chichi. It made him feel like she was still here… “You’re gonna be late for your next appointment if you keep fussing over me.” He grinned. “Oh – right!” Sara nodded. “Sorry.” “No no, stay as long as you want. I don’t mind.” Goku said. “But I know what it’s like, Hana told me… you have so many things to do, and not much time to do it. I’ll be okay, you go on.” “You’re sure you don’t want me to do anything?” Sara offered. “Save your son the job?” “Nah, it’ll give him somethin’ to do.” Goku sniggered. “He doesn’t come here for a vacation.” He listened to Sara giggled, and returned her smile. “Alright.” She said. “Well… it was good meeting you. Do you want me to take you anywhere?” “Nah, I’m fine here.” Goku said. Stuck in his old chair… he never thought he would end up like this. It was crazy… “Good to meet you too. Are you coming tonight?” “Yes.” Sara nodded. “I’ll see you tonight, Goku.”

Put on my coat in the pouring rain I saw a movie it just wasn’t the same ‘Cause it was happy or I was sad And it made me miss you oh so bad ‘cause

Goku sat there, restless as ever. He couldn’t stretch because of the pain. He tried, but his body just wasn’t working for him today. He took a couple of pills, and managed to get up off his chair. He took his dirty dishes into the kitchen, but he left them. He didn’t feel like doing them right now… “Sorry, Chi.” He smiled at her picture, and imagined her scolding him for leaving the house so untidy. The bed wasn’t made either… Sara would have done it if he’d asked, but… he didn’t liked to bother her. He’d never liked to bother Hana, but over time she’d become so comfortable around him she’d just told him to shut up and she’d gone and done it anyway. Haha… She was a nice girl. He was happy she got that job. That really made his day… But she wasn’t his girl. Not the one that used to do the dishes, or make the bed or make him food… And he missed that girl. Some days more than others. Today was… one of those more days. Maybe it was because Hana was gone; in the end she’d ended up fussing so much it was almost like Chichi was still here. And Goku would miss that. Like he missed her. … He wanted to hear her. He just had to… see how she was doing today. So he made his way over to the phone, and he called his friend.

Dreams last so long Even after you’re gone I know that you love me And soon you will see You were meant for me And I was meant for you

“Hello?” A smile came to Goku’s face at the sound of a familiar female voice. There she was… “Hey, Bulma.” Goku spoke, with uncertainty at first. He didn’t know how she would react… “Goku?” A wave of relief swept through him, and he grinned at the sound of her. It was her. She was here today, with Chichi. Just what he needed… “Yeah, it’s me.” Goku replied. “Is Chichi with you?” He had to prompt her… so the memory came to her. But once it was there, it was clear. “Yes – and Goku, she is not happy with you! And neither am I!” “Oh…” Goku laughed. He remembered this day… “Why?” “What are you – are you really that dense? You know why! What kind of man forgets his anniversary, after all this time! It’s the same date every goddamn year!” “Well – Bulma, I know our date! I just… didn’t realise what date it was today.” “Sigh. You are so dumb, I don’t know how she puts up with you sometimes.” “Yeah…” Goku smiled. “Me neither.” He tried to stick to the script. He tried to remember what he’d said at the time, because it helped her remember it as well. If he broke away… maybe she would get confused. “Well… is she coming home?” it was almost dinner time… “Oh come on, of course she is.” Bulma answered. “Just give her a chance to cool down, and get her some flowers or something. She’ll be fine. She still loves you.” “Heh.” Goku closed his eyes, and swallowed. God damn it… “I love her too.” He spoke.

That was it… he had to. He just… he had to ask. He knew he should keep quiet, and stick to the script, but… he had to know. Even if it wasn’t real, and he knew it wasn’t. But he just needed to… pretend. Just for a minute. He needed Bulma to help him now… “How is she doing, Bulma?” Goku spoke quietly, desperately forcing himself not to cry. He didn’t want to scare her. He didn’t want her to stop… “Is she happy up there?” “What?” “I mean…” He sniffed, and wiped his eyes. Crap… “Does she… does she know I love her too?” He hadn’t said that, had he? He hadn’t asked if Chichi knew… but he had to ask now. He just had to. “You gotta tell me.” “… Yeah, of… of course…” She started to sound confused. Oh, no… No, no no… “Bulma?” Goku spoke, the desperation in his voice seeping thorough, as much as he tried to hide it. He was scaring her… “It’s alright. It’s me. It’s Goku.” “Goku? I don’t know any Goku!” She sounded angry, like she was scaring off a pervert. Dammit! “Who the hell are you?” “It’s me! We’re friends –” “I’m not friends with some creep! How did you get this number? Dad!”

I go about my business, I’m doing fine Besides what would I say if I had you on the line? Same old story, not much to say Hearts are broken, every day

“Dad, there’s some creep on the line saying he’s my friend!” “It’s alright, it’s alright. Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of him.” Trunks’ voice followed hers, trying to calm her down while she got more upset. “It’s okay, Bulma!” “Who are you? Aii, get off me! Vegeta! Vegeta, help!” “Mom, come here! It’s okay, it’s okay…” Bra’s voice… “It’s okay, it’s just Trunks. He’s your son, I’m your daughter. My name is Bra.” “Would you take her back to her room? She shouldn’t be answering the phone.” “Yeah, I know that! Whoever it is, tell them not to call again – shh, shh! It’s okay, Mom. It’s okay. Come on, come with me.” “Hello?” Trunks’ voice came onto the phone; he sounded angry. “Who is this?” “Trunks?” Goku uttered. “I’m sorry, buddy. It’s me. I… I called your mom.”

Trunks didn’t say anything at first. Goku just heard him sigh, and he started to feel guilty. He shouldn’t have called… “Goku…” Trunks uttered. “I thought – I told you, it’s not a good idea to call her. It gets her all confused.” “I know…” Goku replied. “I’m sorry. I understand –” “No, you don’t.” Trunks interrupted. “Look – Goku, you can’t call her anymore, okay? You really can’t. She doesn’t understand who you are.” “… She understands sometimes.” Goku said. “She remembers me –” “Sometimes. And only for a little while.” Trunks spoke sternly. “It’s not enough, Goku. Can’t you see that? It’s getting her upset.” “Well yeah, I get what you’re saying, but… the little whiles are important, Trunks.” Goku closed his eyes as he spoke, trying his best not to let his lips quiver. He didn’t want Trunks to hear him cry. But he wanted Trunks to understand. “Y’know, when I talk to her… … Chichi’s still alive.” He swallowed. “Bulma, she… … she doesn’t remember us getting old. That… that’s enough for me.”

There was silence, for a while. While Trunks thought of what to say. He had to know that Goku’s heart was breaking here. He had to hear it in his voice. But… it didn’t matter much. The way Bulma was… Goku understood. He did. He really did. He just wished he didn’t… “I’m sorry, Goku.” Trunks sighed. “I really am, but… you can’t call her anymore. She gets too confused.” “… How about I come and see her? Gohan could give me a ride.” “I’m… not sure if that’s a good idea.” Trunks answered. “She really can’t have many visitors these days – sometimes she doesn’t even recognise us. Seeing people just upsets her, y’know? You understand what I’m saying…?” “… Yeah.” Goku nodded. “Sure.” He understood. He did. He wished he didn’t, but he did. Bulma was only herself sometimes, and when she wasn’t in the present she was in the past… and that was only good for Goku, nobody else. And a lot of the time she wasn’t anywhere at all. She was just confused, and scared a lot… … Goku hadn’t seen her in a long time. He would like to. Even if she wasn’t herself on the outside, he knew Bulma was still in there somewhere. But… it was hard on Trunks and Bra. And hard on Bulma, maybe. So Goku had to stay away. And that made him so damn sad… “I don’t think it’ll be too long… she doesn’t eat much these days.” Trunks began. Oh Kami, no… Goku wiped his eyes, and stiffened his lips. It would be soon, wouldn’t it…? Dammit… “When I’ve got a bit more time, I’ll come and see you. It’s just difficult right now, she needs constant care –” “It’s okay.” Goku said. “It’s alright, Trunks. I know… you gotta look after your ma.” He laughed. “She always looked after me.” “Me as well.” Trunks was smiling, Goku could tell. Trunks was remembering her… how she used to be. When people could still see her, and talk to her… Before she got sick. Before it got hard… and before she lost her husband. Goku was sort of grateful for that. Vegeta had got old, and died a few years ago… and Goku hadn’t been too pleased to see it. Vegeta had been a lot of things to him, but a friend was one of them. And it hadn’t been easy, losing a friend… but Goku was glad about it, now. He was glad it happened so long ago, before Bulma’s memory had started to fail. Vegeta never saw her like this… and for that Goku was grateful. At least he didn’t have to go through the pain of losing his wife. “Listen… I have to go Goku, I’m sorry. But I’ll come up and see you soon, okay? I’ll catch up with Goten. I’ll… keep you updated on Mom, but… it’s probably best you don’t call her anymore.” “Yeah…” Goku mumbled. “… Alright.”

I brush my teeth, I put the cap back on I know you hate it when I leave the light on I pick a book up and then I turn the sheets down. And then I take a deep breath and a good look around

Goku didn’t do much in the afternoon. He did as much exercise as his body would allow, but he had to abandon his routine not long after starting. Even with his afternoon meds, a lot of things were too much. He hated this. He hated getting old. He hated his weak, fragile body. He hated the pain he woke up to every day; he hated the pain he got when he moved. He hated that his meds didn’t even take it away, they just dulled it a little. Made it a little easier to deal with, but it wasn’t gone. It still stopped him training or walking or bathing himself. Gohan sent him nice girls to take care of him, and he was thankful for that, but he hated the fact that he needed them. He shouldn’t need them. He was… Son Fucking Goku! He was a god damn hero; he’d saved the world! They all did! Him, and Vegeta, and Krillin, and Yamcha and Master Roshi and Tien and Hercule… where were they all now? Gone. With one sickness or another, in one year or another. They all got old, they all died… and they’d all left Goku alone. … And maybe that was right. Hell, he’d done his fair share of selfishness. He’d shown up late or not at all, he’d passed on the opportunity to visit or call, just to see how his friends were doing… So many times he could have seen people, and he just… didn’t. And he wasn’t entirely sure why now. What had he been doing instead? Training. Trying to be better than the rest, better than he already was. … But where had it got him? All that training he’d done, all that power he’d had… where was it now? Goku couldn’t even stretch without his back breaking. He couldn’t power up, because the meds he took to manage the pain made him so damn drowsy he couldn’t control his ki. He was… just a ghost of what he was, and he had nothing to show for it. He should have more memories of his friends. He should have seen them more, while he still could. But, if he could go back… hehe. Goku chuckled slightly as he thought of it. He knew what he’d do. He’d do it all exactly the same. That’s how goddamn selfish he was. He’d train to break that limit, he’d take that impossible challenge, he’d have that sparring match with gods… because that was what he enjoyed. And his life now… that was the price he had to pay. And he was prepared to pay it, over and over again. It was just how things were.

Anyway… Goku shouldn’t grumble. Goten would be here any minute now; he was coming to visit. Goku was looking forward to it; he hadn’t seen Goten in a while. Not Gohan either, actually. Gohan was busy with work a lot, and Goten… busy with girls, Goku supposed. Hehe. Sort of like his father. It was kind of nice… even though he hadn’t been around for the first few years, Goten had still turned into his old man. How many times had Goten cancelled on him now? Or showed up late. Because he was with a girl, or trying to be with a girl. Goku wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact, he laughed when he thought about it. Even though it hurt to laugh, he sat in his chair and laughed anyway. “Good on ya, kid.” Goku chuckled to himself. Chase the girl, take the challenge… what else was life about? Whatever Goten did it was right, so long as he was enjoying himself. Goku sure hoped he was…

Click. The door opened, and Goku heard footsteps, followed by a frantic voice. “Hi Dad!” It wasn’t Goten’s… but Gohan’s. Huh. Goten didn’t make it after all… “Goten couldn’t make it today – did he call?” “No…” Goku answered. He heard Gohan sigh, and he saw the younger man enter the room. “I told him to call you.” Gohan huffed. “Oh, uh… well, the phone might be broken.” Goku reasoned. “No – look, you didn’t put it back right!” Gohan adjusted the phone, which Goku had accidentally left slightly off the hook. So Goten couldn’t have gotten through even if he’d tried. “Is your cell on?” “Ah, I dropped it in the bedroom.” Goku said. “I don’t need it. It’s probably on silent anyway.” “You do need it.” Gohan scolded. “What if you need to call us? Or if we need to get a hold of you?” “Sorry, Gohan…” Goku uttered, feeling slightly guilty. Gohan seemed worried… worried, and stressed. He’d walked in with a briefcase, which he’d hurriedly set down on the sofa. It was probably crammed with work Gohan had to do… he shouldn’t be wasting his time on his old man. “It’s alright.” Gohan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “To be honest, I don’t see why he couldn’t just come - - anyway!” He quickly dismissed the thought, realising it might make Goku feel bad. He didn’t want Goku to feel like Goten didn’t care – because he did care! He was just… easily distracted. But Goku understood that. Gohan didn’t realise he understood, but he did. “Did you eat lunch?” “I managed something.” Goku answered. “Don’t go making me anything, Gohan. I got Sara coming tonight.” “Oh, what did you think of her?” Gohan asked, making his way into the kitchen. “I know you were fond of Hana…” “Yeah, but she really wanted that job.” Goku smiled. “I’m glad she got it.” “Yeah… me too.” The sound of the kettle boiling. “You want a drink, Dad?” “Nah, I’m good.” “You take your meds today?” “Yep.” Goku smirked slightly. Fussing, just like his mother… Goku and Chichi had raised Goku and Chichi. Soon came the sound of the sink and cupboards, things being cleaned and tidied and organised… he’d only come round to check on Goku and have a drink, and now he was cleaning the house. “Alright, well… listen, do you mind if I do a little work here? I’ll be with you right away, I just need to… I’m sorry, Dad –” “It’s fine!” Goku insisted, waving a hand. “You didn’t even have to come, you know. You don’t have to fill in for your brother.” “Oh, it’s not like that! I wanted to see you anyway!” Gohan insisted, as politely as ever as he walked back into the room. He set his tea down, and opened his briefcase and began rustling through his things. “I just got this put on me last minute, that’s all. It won’t take me a moment.” “Gohan, it’s alright. I’m in no hurry.” Goku spoke. “I’m kind of tired anyway.” “Your meds…?” “Yeah.” “I can give the doctor a call, maybe they can prescribe something better –” “Heh. Nah Gohan, it’s okay.” Goku sniggered. “There’s no pill for old age.” “… I guess not.” Gohan answered quietly, suddenly distracted. He started to look worried… “… Shit.” He spoke. “I could have sworn…” “Lost somethin’?” “A document… I thought I brought - - I must have left it in the office.” Gohan ran his hands through his hair, growing more panicked by the second. He really needed that document, Goku could see. But he didn’t want to abandon his dad. He was a good kid… “Go and get it.” Goku smiled. “Go on. You got all this work to do – you shouldn’t be wasting your time with me. Don’t worry about me.” “It’s not a waste!” Gohan insisted. He looked at Goku. “Dad –” “Gohan, it’s okay!” Goku laughed. “Really, kid. It’s fine. You don’t have to be here, if you got other things to do. It doesn’t mean you boys don’t love me, it just…” He looked at Gohan, and offered a sincere smile. “Just means I’m not the only important thing in your life.”

Gohan’s face softened, and his shoulders relaxed. He knew what his father meant. He was sort of talking about himself. How he’d been… … He’d loved his family, he really had. Gohan knew that. But… he’d loved other things as well. And sometimes those things got more attention. … And now here Gohan and Goten were doing the exact same thing. It wasn’t right, was it? Gohan felt bad. But… he really did have to go. He had to get this work done. And he was grateful to his father for understanding. “… Thank you.” Gohan sighed. He made his way over, and carefully gave Goku a hug. He didn’t hold him too hard, aware of how fragile Goku’s body could be these days. To think those arms had carried Gohan off to bed, or pulled him from a waterfall or… near enough beaten the crap out of him in training. Now… Goku couldn’t hold Gohan on his shoulders anymore. He couldn’t carry him anywhere, probably couldn’t even beat him in an arm wrestle. It was strange, and cruel… but it was life. “I’ll come by tomorrow morning.” “You don’t have to –” “I want to.” Gohan insisted. “I’ll bring Goten as well.” “Alright.” Goku patted Gohan’s back, squeezing him as much as he could. “I’ll look forward to it.”

Put on my pj’s and hop into bed I’m half alive but I feel mostly dead I try and tell myself it’ll all be alright I just shouldn’t think anymore tonight ‘cause

Well… what to do now? He had another couple of hours to kill before Sara came back. Goku strained himself to get up, and make his way over to the phone, just to see if he had any messages. He just had the one. “Hey Dad, it’s me. Ummmm… sorry, I’m not gonna be able to come today – but maybe tomorrow? I’ll come with Gohan, I hope that’s okay. Sorry to let you down, I’ll make it up to you! See ya tomorrow. Behave yourself!” Hehe… Goten. Goku chuckled, a genuine smile coming across his face. Behave himself? It wasn’t like he could do much else! He would just sit in his chair, watch TV… sit in his chair some more. Eat. … And that was his life.

Dreams last so long Even after you’re gone I know that you love me And soon you will see You were meant for me And I was meant for you

Seeing Sara had been nice. She’d come again at dinnertime, to make sure Goku was fed. She’d done the dishes and cleaned the house. He’d told her not to bother, but she’d insisted, reminding him it was what she was paid for. Well… that was true. He didn’t make much mess anyway; it wasn’t too much work for her. She’d stayed for a while though, talking to him. He was her last client of the day, and she said she didn’t have to rush home… honestly, Goku thought she probably felt sorry for him. He’d mentioned about Goten cancelling. He hadn’t meant to make her feel bad, but… she’d probably stayed because of it. He was fine though, he’d told her. He would see Goten tomorrow, and he believed he would. Goten was pretty good at turning up to the second meetings. So… that was something to look forward to. Now, though… off to bed. Goku slowly and steadily made his way into his bedroom, turning the lights off as he passed them. He got himself dressed, slowly and steadily. Very slowly. The pain was still strong. He’d had meds with his dinner, but he took a couple more. Just a couple. He wasn’t supposed to, but to hell with it. He’d done it before. At least his useless body could still handle the drugs. Sometimes he thought about taking more than he should; more than he could handle… enough to… make him leave. But… that wouldn’t be fair. All he’d done his whole life was leave. Not forever, and sometimes not for long at all. But… his days of going were gone. Now, he had to stay. Even if he didn’t always like it. He owed it to his family at least, and to Hana, and Sara… they would all be upset if he decided to call it quits now.

So he finished getting dressed, in slow motion and frustrated, and he lay down in his bed, and he said goodnight to the picture of Chichi beside him… and he hoped that he could at least dream about her.

Yeah, you were meant for me And I was meant for you

#goku #chichi #gochi #feels #sad #myfics #songfic #dragonball z

[argylemnwrites]

Night Float

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x MC (Cassie Vanderfield)

Book: Open Heart

Word Count: ~2200

Rating: PG

Summary: When Bryce and Cassie are both working nights, they find a little downtime to have an important conversation.

Author’s Note: Whoever said nothing good happens after 2 am never had the joys of working night float.

Cassie flopped onto the resident lounge’s lumpy old couch and pulled a coffee-stained blanket over her lap. God, she hated night float. This was the first time she’d been able to sit down since getting signout from the day team at 8 pm. It was now after 2 am. She knew she should be working on her notes from the three admissions she’d already done, but she just wanted to catch her breath for 15 minutes.

Her patients were not sick enough for the night to be this busy. But Mr. Lindel’s son had come in and downloaded the MyChart app on his father’s phone, so she spent over an hour in 410 going over the meaning of every lab test he’d had this admission. At no other point in the night had her pager been silent for more than 10 minutes, but of course when she could have used an excuse to leave a room, none came. Then, as she was finally leaving his room, the nurse for 402 grabbed her. Apparently, there were some concerns about his diet order for the next afternoon, even though he was NPO overnight for his endoscopy tomorrow morning. Cassie was pretty sure she was due for some 3 am pages after dismissing their concerns as a “day team problem.” After that, she’d been paged about inadequate pain control on the kidney stone patient that had been punted to their team by urology because of the patient’s heart failure. Heart failure that was well controlled, but of course the patient had ended up on their service. The admissions had been overly chatty, too. During the daytime, Cassie loved talking to her patients, but after 10 pm, she just wanted to get through her history and physical.

She dug through the stacks of New England Journals and finally found the remote, flipping on the TV in hopes of landing on some mindless sitcom to watch. All she could find was infomercial after infomercial. What she really wanted was someone to talk to. Walking over to the computer stations, she logged on to Amion to see who else was working tonight. An emergency rotator, a family med rotator, and Aurora. Well, that was just perfect.

“You know he’s working tonight, too,” a little voice pestered in the back of her head. The surgical interns didn’t have months of night float like the IM interns, but Bryce was working nights on the gen surg floor this week. Cassie hesitated to text him, though. She wasn’t really sure where they stood. Sure, they’d been hooking up for several weeks, but they’d never really talked about what they were. Was it friends with benefits? Casual dating? Heading towards a relationship? At first, it had been a lot of fun, but now, Cassie wanted a clearer picture of what was going on between them. But she was nervous to be “that girl,” the one who made things awkward when she pushed for a “relationship talk” too early.

Truth be told, she’d been avoiding Bryce a little bit over the past couple of weeks. Things had just felt… unsettled between them since he’d cancelled what she thought was supposed to be their first actual date. Sure, they’d hung out before, but it was always a spur of the moment thing or the two of them breaking off from the group. But just over two weeks ago, they had made actual plans to go to out for dinner at The Salty Pig. However, at the very last minute, just as Cassie had been about to head out the door, he had texted her, saying he was in the OR and would not be able to make it. He’d sent another apology text later, but hadn’t made any move to reschedule. The whole thing left Cassie wondering if he had gotten cold feet about actually going on a date with her, and the OR just served as a convenient excuse, so she’d backed off texting him quite a bit. She didn’t want to come across as clingy if the thought of one dinner with her sent him running for the hills.

Resigning herself to a frustrating rest of her shift, she opened up the chart of her first admit and starting typing up her note, trying to discern what she had scribbled about when dyspnea began, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Bryce. She didn’t like that things had gotten awkward. Even if he didn’t want to date her, she liked spending time with him. He was one of the few surgeons who didn’t walk around with a permanent scowl etched into his face, and he was genuinely funny. She just wished that she knew what he was thinking when it came to the two of them.

Just then, the door to the resident lounge swung open, the man in question striding through, surgical cap on and holding a coffee in his hand, looking all too pleased with himself. He smiled brightly when he saw her.

“Hey, I was hoping I’d run into you. How’s your night been?”

“Not as good as yours, I’m guessing. What has you so chipper?”

“Emergency lap appy. And Palmer’s the attending on, so guess who got to run the show?”

“Did you just come here to brag? Some of us have work to do.”

“Wow, that bad of a night, huh?”

“Not even that bad, just… annoying, I guess.”

Bryce leaned over to look at her computer screen and what she was working on. “H&P? Come on, that can wait. Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“To do something that will put you in a better mood,” he whispered, dropping his lips right against her ear.

“Bryce, I am not having sex in a call room.”

Bryce leaned back, his eyes comically wide as he looked at her with an air of innocence he had no right to have. “Hey, I was just talking about getting some food. You have a dirty mind if that’s what you jumped to. I’m appalled, Dr. Vanderfield, that you would-”

Cassie slapped her hand over his mouth, effectively cutting off his teasing. “Let me just finish up this note.”

Bryce shook his head as he smiled. “Not an option. One, you are clearly all sorts of hangry right now, so we’re correcting that,” Cassie opened her mouth to challenge that statement, but Bryce kept going, “And two, the cafeteria shuts down the grill at 3, so unless you want day-old sandwiches or cold cereal, we better go now.”

Cassie bit her lip, glancing between her half finished admission note and Bryce. She could probably wrap this note up in 20 minutes or so, but that would be calling it tight with the cafeteria hours. Plus, as much as she hated to admit it, Bryce was right. She was starving, having only eaten a granola bar since the start of her shift. He seemed to sense that she was caving, because he reached over and grabbed the mouse, saved her note as incomplete, and logged her out of the computer. He then offered his hand to her. “Come on, you know you want to.”

Cassie sighed and rolled her eyes before grabbing his hand, allowing him to tug her out of her chair. “Fine, fine. We’ll have to swing by my workroom, though. I need to grab my wallet.”

“Nah, it’s my treat. Or rather, the surgical program’s treat,” he said with a smile, flashing a meal card from the front pocket of his scrubs as they left the resident lounge and walked toward the employee elevators.

“Ohhhh, big spender.”

“Hey, what can I say? I know how to treat a lady. Plus, I do kind of owe you after I cancelled on you.”

This was her in. He had brought up their dinner. As Bryce pushed the elevator call button, Cassie finally asked the question that had been bugging her for weeks, “Why didn’t you try to reschedule?”

“I was with Madhani starting the next day, and she’s notorious for kicking you out of the OR if you can’t answer a question, so I kinda needed to have my nights free to review my cases, and then you went to night float.”

“I guess that’s fair.”

“Plus… ah, nevermind,” Bryce trailed off as they entered the elevator, pressing the button for the basement.

“No way, you don’t get to start that thought and not finish it.”

Bryce smiled sheepishly, “I thought some of the other surgical residents might have been giving you a hard time about it.”

“About you canceling?”

“No, about us going to dinner at all.”

“How would they have known?”

“I was in the OR when I realized I wasn’t going to make it. How do you think I texted you?”

Cassie’s eyes widened as she realized that if he was scrubbed into a case, he would not have been able to access his phone, which meant…

“Who texted me to cancel?” she asked as they exited the elevator and turned to the right, passing a pair of OBGYN residents on their way back from the cafeteria.

“The circulating nurse. Chou was my attending, and he found it hilarious when she asked me how I wanted to phrase it. He tried to convince her to page you instead of texting. I thought it would just be some light ribbing from him, but it turns out the anesthesiology resident who was in that case is a giant gossip. By the next morning, about half the surgical residents already knew. I’m shocked none of them have said anything to you.”

“No one’s said a thing.”

“Well, that’s good. I just thought they probably would have and that it made you feel weird that they all knew. I thought maybe you didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Know what? What exactly is there to know, Bryce?”

He turned to face her briefly. “Alright, we can do this now,” he replied before stepping up to the employee at the grill station, “One grilled chicken sandwich, thanks.”

As the cafeteria worker threw a chicken breast on the grill, Cassie stepped up next to Bryce, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, “What are we doing, Bryce?”

“Right now, we’re ordering food.” He gestured to the employee, who was staring at her expectantly.

“I’ll have a chicken quesadilla,” Cassie said before turning to face Bryce, “I’m serious, Bryce. We’ve never really talked about what’s going on between us.”

“I thought things between us were good. It seemed like we’re both enjoying ourselves.”

“So, that’s all this is? We’re just having fun?”

“Hey, I never said we were just having fun, only that I thought things were going well.”

“Okay, if this isn’t just fooling around, then what are we doing?”

“Cassie, I don’t know. I like spending time with you. I asked you out to dinner. I don’t really care what you want to call it.”

“I guess I kind of wondered if there were other people you were asking out to dinner.”

It really was the biggest question on her mind when it came to her relationship with Bryce. He was just so flirty, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was sleeping with other people. And in the beginning, it didn’t bother her, but now it had been long enough that she just didn’t feel great about being one of several casual hook ups.

Bryce gave her a little smirk before he answered, “Cassie, I am at the hospital more than 80 hours a week. Where do you think I have all this time to have a string of casual flings?”

“So, you aren’t seeing anyone else?”

“No. Are you?”

“No.”

“Well, then that’s settled; are we good here?”

Cassie nodded and smiled. She didn’t need him to vow some heavy commitment. She just wanted to make sure they were on the same page.

“Okay, good. Otherwise waiting around for our food was about to get real awkward.”

Cassie laughed, feeling much lighter than she had the rest of the night. “So, is this our makeup date, then?”

“Come on, you have to think I have better game than the hospital cafeteria!” he said, nudging her playfully.

“I don’t know. I’ve yet to see ‘date Bryce’ in action.”

“I’ll tell you what. You come out with me for breakfast after sign out, and I’ll let you be the judge of ‘date Bryce’ in all his glory.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Cassie said, but before she could say any more, her pager went off.

“Come: Pt in 429 with 10/10 pain, PRN tylenol already given”

Letting out a groan, her eyes rolled over to the grill. Her quesadilla was nowhere near ready.

“Go,” said Bryce, “I’ll bring it up to the res lounge for you.”

“Will you be there with it?”

“Sure, barring a medical emergency... so probably not,” he said with a laugh before adding, “Seriously though, if I’m not there when you get back, let’s meet there after sign out. I wasn’t joking about grabbing some breakfast together.”

Cassie winked at him and nodded before taking off back toward the staff elevators. Maybe night float wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

#bryce lahela #bryce x mc #open heart #oh #choices oh #choices #choices stories you play #playchoices

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[PruCan] Chapter 10: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back

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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers

Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)

AU:  College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert

Age Rating/Mature:  Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)

Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.) WITHIN THIS CHAPTER - Mentions of Anxiety, Therapy, Counseling, and anti-depressants. (please note I am NOT anti-meds.) Family Issues are implied, Distance and abandonment suggested.

“Well. Let’s chat then schatje.”

Matthew shivered, not from the cold but the recall of his appointment. Tim had always been there for him, and was sort of desensitized, if not amused by Matthew’s squabbling and frustrated ramblings.

“Is it green or-”

“Nah left the baggie at home.”

His cigarette hung limp in between his fingers, twirling as he watched the hooded man wave his arms- half exhausted and only vibrant due to his stress. The Dutchman had taken out a box of marls, mainly cus he knew any kush would be noticed immediately- the last thing the two of them needed was the waiter ratting them out and the police on both their asses- and offered the sickly stick to his friend. Matthew grimaced, yet his hands grasped for the box searching for one as if he was desperate. He barely smoked. He justified himself that it was a social occasion that called for one and he could just down a coffee and hope his brother wouldn’t smell the tobacco on his worn-out hoodie. A flick of light from Tim’s Zippo was quick to latch onto the piece and the two silently dragged.

“I just don’t understand what she wants from me. She’s a great therapist but…. I’ve done the work... I’ve done the talking. I don’t- she wants me to call my dad.” the words fell out bitterly and ended so sour and abrupt, even Tim himself knew that the mere mention of Matthew’s father must have meant something was drastically serious. Oliver was not exactly an understanding of man.

“She wants YOU...to talk to your dad?!” Matthew’s throat aches with a slight comfort, his gut relaxed knowing at least it was as incredulous as he thought it was. The Canadian had a shaky relationship with his father (who wouldn’t when your father was an inconsolable dickhead?) and had always been a troublesome mess.

“Alfred said he hasn’t even called him. He’s still pissed. And I don't think my mum needs to know that life is still as shit as ever over here.” They both tutted, Matthew had ditched his smoke, stomping it out prematurely as he went to lean his back on the dusty wall of the diner, huddling next to his childhood friend. Tim had been fidgeting trying to find a comfortable leaning position on the wall and the two slowed down, next to each other in contemplative silence. “Alfred talked with Doc and I’m just kinda not feeling all of it ya know?” his voice drowned in exhaustion.

“...need a hug?” Tim’s voice came out lowly and quiet as if a secret offer, he never really was an affectionate person physically, and hugs from him were reserved for his sibling, his mother and Matthew. Always Matthew.

“Is the cold-professional businessman Tim Lars Van-de-Berg offering me a hug? I’m honoured~” Matthew joked as he stared off into the distance, not noticing the slight tinge of red that graced his friend’s cheeks. Tim scoffed and pushed his shoulder almost flinging him off the support of the brick wall, but caught him with a strong and solid grasp, wrapping an arm around the shorter boy’s shoulder and pulling him in some clumsy semblance of a side hug. Matthew was pressed amongst the warmth of his large jacket and hummed thanking his friend for the attempt at comfort. Matthew blushed once he remembered the question and insinuations his doctor had provided earlier pertaining to Tim.

“Hah. Paisley asked if I had a crush on you. Probably the only laughable thing I heard from her all month.” Matthew was too wrapped up in his amusement to notice the stiffness and the heavier hand that held him, nor did he sense the intake of bated breath of the Dutchman who just ruffled Matt’s hair then moved away. Tim was a lone figure, Always has been and the very idea that he had a remote interest in people like Matt was already so impossible to Mattie’s fragile self-esteem.

“Why do I feel like your brother is unlawfully attempting to woo Laura as of right now?” The conversation was being diverted.

“Doubt it. Al’s preoccupied with his long-distance crush- besides Luca would have prevented any comments.” The two snorted before resigning to go back in and face their siblings; one was hesitant due to his unresolved anxiety while the other was hesitant due to the warmth he had by his side.

“You’re going to Lukas and Matthias’ thing tonight right? Could you drive me? I got another prescription and I’m not sure I want to drive home high or drugged...defo not both.” Tim was not surprised- but he was indeed concerned.

“Are you sure you want to come tonight? I can always tell Mathias you aren’t up-”

“I’m fine. I want to go- It’s not often Lukas and Matthias host, I’ve been meeting to pass Lukas something anyway. I...I need the cooldown ya know?” his voice had pitched higher with defensiveness practically dripping off the vowels. Tim just nodded, ditched and smothered his bud and motioned for the two to go back in- lest they keep his sister waiting. There was gonna be a party tonight- the party being a very broad way of describing it.

The Canadian liked to keep to himself, he may be often alone but it was very rare he was truly feeling lonely; however, there was a group of people he’d mingle with on the weekends. To call them small would be an understatement. There were tons of people who would flock to these quieter house parties but the characters were the types to rather smoke and drink quietly rather than knock the walls down with blaring tunes. He’d know the Norwegian and Danish pair since orientation week and while Matthias bright-eyed smile reminded too much of his brother’s puppy eyes, and Lukas was just as cold towards conversations as an icicle he had enjoyed the company when they were together; they’re bickering felt endearing.

“Laura and Luca are probably hungry, Let's not keep em waiting, schatje.” the dutchman watched as the boy faltered, threw down the finished cig and fiddled with his hoodie. The two of them huffed and Tim had grasped onto Matthew’s palms to pull him in slight haste to get into the diner. Just as they were illuminated by the neon sidelights Matthew had found himself bumping into the back of Tim as the Older boy suddenly came to a harsh stop-

“Gilbert. What are you doing here?” Matthew perked up at the mention of his new crush friend. What was gilbert doing here? Oh...the Diner- he must have meant this dinner earlier. Wow. How convenient. Gilbert’s pale face had frozen as if he was a deer caught in the headlights- wide-eyed and surprised even though he had chosen to sneak behind here.

“Oh, I was...I thought I saw you so I just- heh... Nothing.” Gilbert stood awkwardly, the tall dutchman had been looking down at him and he directed his gaze solely on Matthew. The German knew vague amounts of Tim- he’d seen him around campus at the student bazaars- the man was always somewhere bargaining like some stone-cold dealer. “Right well- would..is it rude if I join you guys as I’m kinda alone tonight?” eyebrows raised from the two as they looked at each other in consideration. Simultaneously they answered: Mattie with a quick yelp of yes, whereas Tim had mumbled something along the lines of “my siblings…?

Fuck Tim, he hated himself cus the moment he saw the endearing smile that graced Matthew’s lips as he started trudging back to the front of the diner, he broke and motioned for Gilbert to join their already crowded dinner plan.

The door had jingled and the 3 men stumbled in, Matthew first as he navigated his way through the considerably empty diner back to the bench where Alfred and the Van-de-bergs were parked. The Van de Berg family was a curious bunch; their parents were living in Amsterdam on a big ranch while the 2 younger siblings had moved out to stay with their extremely capable brother as he went to Uni. Laura, ever the beautiful young lady, had just finished her high schooling but was taking a gap year to take care of her younger brother- Matthew always noted how cheerful she seemed, despite her teasing brothers. The youngest of the 3, Luca, had been dressed in a smart-casual getup, a blue and white striped shirt and a tie that had one of the local private school emblems bedazzled on it; They were certain Luca was just as smart and resourceful as his older brother yet what he lacked in Tim’s brawns, he just evoked a certain sense of charisma and had enough extravagance to scholarship his way into a private academic high school on a full ride-it was the reason the siblings came to live with their older brother.

Laura was the first to give Gilbert a dazzling smile- one that seemed to show some familiarity-

“You two always seem to come back with someone new!” Her voice sounded more amused than bothered by the new company. “We might need a bigger table at this rate!” unlike her warmth, Alfred seemed more off-put at the fact his brotherly bonding had become more of an extended gathering- and Gilbert’s newfound presence was less than wanted.

“Since when do you come here, Gil? And what are you doing with my baby brother huh?”

Matthew merely snorted as he pushed his brother to scoot over, “Alfred you’re the younger one. By 10 seconds.”

“Excuse you! It was 7 seconds-” Tim had coughed awkwardly, now pushed against the side of his brother, Luca cramped between his older siblings but still distracted by something on his phone.

“I was just passing by and caught these two on the way in, awesome right?” Gilbert seemed unperturbed by Alfred’s subtle aggressiveness- he had known the American through some other dodgy gatherings in the past and it was strange to know that quiet Matthew is associated to the blond- let alone related to him. The 3 latecomers ordered quickly, while the others had already received their meals; A bright pink milkshake had already been pushed into Alfred’s vicinity and a large number of fries scattered the tray across the group’s table,

“Mattie bro what do you-”

“Vanilla.” Tim had thoughtlessly interrupted, moving restlessly to lean forward towards Matthew opposite him, and attempted to light a cigarette before being chastised by his sister who was already tutting him and muttered something about being a bad influence on Luca. Alfred was about to say something before Matthie politely smiled at his sibling with a reserved ‘he’s right though- I do want vanilla’ grin that seemed more patient than cooperative. Gilbert had settled for a soda and made idle conversation with Laura who somehow mentioned she had seen him before:

“I’m quite sure I’ve seen you at that cafe on Acre Street?”

“Ah that was a while back but yeah- awesome..” it was only when Matthew's arms had jutted into his side that he noticed Matthew struggling to pour his drink into another empty glass- a glass that had been carelessly pushed towards him by Tim, who was more engrossed in talking to the youngest of the table about his homework-

Gilbert was confused and interested in the lavender eyed boy’s calculating movement, “Are you sharing your drink?” Matthew hummed, and tilted his head in thought, still carefully measuring out the white goop as if they were hazardous chemicals.

“Yeah I can’t have a lot of sugar, Tim and I usually share,” Matthew replied as if it was nothing- perhaps this was what he always did? Gilbert watched as Matthew seemed to be entranced in stirring his newly divided drink more than actually sipping it.

“Mattie used to puke all over..” The other twin seemed to indulge in embarrassing Matthew, and Gilbert only stopped from changing conversation due to the beautiful blush that had graced the Canadian's face, too pretty to prevent. Tim, on the other hand, seemed to nod in tandem with Alfred’s loud stories, as if confirming every cringe moment they recalled. I wonder how long they’ve known each other...

“...and then we had gotten up this huge ass slope and BOOM Matthew just-”

“Al. It’s near 9 pm.” Alfred's excitement halted for a second, before breaking out into a wide grin, and before a flash of over-eagerness came out in front of the van-de-bergs and the Beilschmidt Alfred faked an awfully obvious fake cough, quickly getting up and scrambling out the booth- hand pattingMatthew’s hair (why did people always touch his hair??)-

“S H I T. The car...I can't go... unless you’re ready to go Matt?” He can hear the whining tone ready to come out in Alfred’s quick downturn, Matthew was about to get up before Laura offered to take Al home, “Luca needs to get to bed too, he’s got an exam tomorrow- we can drop Alfie off on the way, the campus is really close! Besides, I know Tim and Matthew have plans tonight.” Tim choked up, his turn to awkwardly cough at the unintended insinuation his sister had thrown out (he says unintended but her eyes glistened with mischief- fuck laura sometimes) Alfred had only looked puzzled whereas Gilbert's eyes were darting back and forth between Matt and Tim.

“Perfect dudes, Mattie please stay safe and Tim.. watch Beilschmidt too..” he squinted and Gil just huffed and stuck his tongue out in playful annoyance at the American. Matthew sunk further into the booth, trying to ignore his brother's weird attempts at being a caring brother.

“Tell Kiku I said hi then and don’t forget to call-”

“Yeah yeah call dad or he’ll kill us- I got it I’ll see you later bro!” one last brotherly pat and Alfred had hightailed it out, two-thirds of the van de berg siblings following him behind, thus leaving the unlikely trio alone. Gilbert couldn’t make sense of it, but it seemed as if Matthew and Tim were telepathically communicating as it had been 3 minutes since the others had left and yet no one spoke a word.

“Soo….uh- you two dating or-”

“Nope.” Matthew blurted out, “we aren’t dating. At all.” clearly a question they get asked often huh? Gilbert’s eyes wandered ad his hands cradled his very watery soda in distraction. Tim’s smoke had finished before a word was uttered. Matthew hoped inside that this was a chance to hint towards his very open singleness-

“Look, I’d like to uh..invite you to our thing later but it’s a closed event.” Tim had jutted forward and was staring Gilbert’s red jewel eyes directly. Had it not been for Matthew sitting next to him fiddling with his straw and humming to himself he would have asked Tim what his problem was. Totally Un-Awesome.

“Rigggght. No, totally get it- I’ve got work anyway tomorrow.” He paused before turning to Matthew. “Just make sure we get time to work on our project alright? I think I should go home too.” Gilbert sighed, feeling a little left out but understood that perhaps he was overstepping into Matthew’s life too much- they barely  knew each other.  Gilbert got up and stalked out of the dingy diner and towards his bike(God, its perfect time for a drive right now)

He left. Left without noticing Matthew’s soft smile melt into a bothered frown as the hoodied boy watched him leave as if someone had kicked him the gut.

“You didn’t have to sound so harsh.”

“Well, you know we can’t just bring an outsider.”

“I know but- ...Gil is alright. He’s nice.”

“You think everyone is nice Matthew.”

Another cigarette was lit as Matthew watched those silver strands of hair disappear disappointingly on what looked to be a motorbike through the window. It doesn’t hurt to be nice all the time, Matthew thought to himself, his milkshake unpleasantly lukewarm in his grip.

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(my matchup info)) i'm bi, a londoner and i have loong dark brown hair, bright blue eyes and pale-ish kinda skin with light brown freckles on my cheeks and nose. i like playing sims 4, playing w my cats and binge watching Netflix. i love!! music and have a pretty good voice, my favourite artist is Lana Del Rey but i also like Lady Gaga, die antwoord, and 00s pop girl music e.g Britney Spears (don't shame me lolol). im quite smart but peaked a few years ago which is quite depressing lol. p1

pt. 2 speaking of I have depression and anxiety and take meds for both. im sarcastic, quiet, easily annoyed, funny and am a top tier shitposter. fr my feed is constantly full of memes. I’m almost always on some form of social media. im drawn to darker people and villainous characters despite being the opposite lmao. i put on a confident, independent front but inwardly im v insecure and easily manipulated if u can get past my front. i use humour/disinterest as a defence and hate looking weak. thank u!

Fandoms asked for (over two combined requests): Game of Thrones, Once Upon a Time, Yuri!!! On Ice, American Horror Story, Twilight, Death Note, The Vampire Diaries. 

Death Note: Mello (Mihael Keehl)

Mello games and you play Sims 4 so sitting next to each other on your individual consoles would be how the two of you spend lazy days and quiet evenings together. You have a varied taste in music which is actually quite dark (Lana Del Ray) and inspiring/iconic (Lady Gaga) whereas Mello just likes heavy music which, when played at peak volume, thrums through your rib cage and echoes in your heartbeat. Between Mello’s explosive temper and your depression and anxiety, things can be tense. He snaps at you sometimes without thinking and you may retreat from him all together as a result. Show him your latest memes, though, and he’ll huff a reluctant laugh through his nose, breaking the ice. He’s not big on apologies even when he’s wrong but even so he’ll silently apologise in only one way: he’ll give (not just share) you one of his most expensive, preferred chocolate bars. Overall, he’d be one of your biggest comforts and vice versa. Just knowing that he’s watching the CCTV live of you walking down a dark or isolated street to make sure that you get home okay makes you feel a little warmer. Even when he’s pissed as hell at you or something else, he won’t let you go to bed feeling alone in a bad way. It’d be an explosive kinda love ;) [inappropriate death joke lmao not sorry]

American Horror Story (AHS): Violet Harmon

Violet would adore you. There would be some tensions because she’s quite abrasive (and rightly so, in some cases) but also because you both have depression, though you also have anxiety and you both put up fronts to hide yourselves. That’s likely how you bond - with Violet confessing to you one hot summer’s day that she “hates everything” and the whole situation with her parents. She can rant for hours when you leave her to it, just listening. Sometimes you share a part of yourself. You’re quite a talkative couple, but only in private. If there are people around, it’s obvious you’re together but there’s no set reason that they can see. Vivien and Ben have, generally, never seen their daughter so animated; you only bring good to Violet’s life. You’re both sarcastic and easily annoyed so any arguments are basically just really accurate roasting sessions until one of you hits a nerve (and then it stops because Violet just leaves to go somewhere - you never know where) or you’re both laughing. In this way, there are moments in your relationship that are hard to stomach. Watching mindless TV shows on Netflix and cuddling is a good way to break any ice that lays between you; Violet would make acerbic comments about something the lead has done and you’d listen, always able to tell if something more is under the surface. The similarities between the two of you creates your relationship; you see yourselves in each other and only want to help as best as you can.

The Vampire Diaries (TVD): Damon Salvatore 

Damon would be very protective of you. You don’t like appearing weak but even when you’re down and sobbing on your knees, your body unable to hold you up anymore, Damon’s never thought you looked stronger. It takes strength to show weakness, even when you’re alone. If you ever forgot to take your meds, Damon would stand over you in with a glass of water in one hand and your meds in the other, that passive-aggressive look on his face. He’d watch you take them, arms folded, and then he’d give you a steamy kiss that leaves your toes curling for the rest of the day. Damon pretends to have no feelings because it’s easier and you put up a front. However, because Damon can’t shut off his humanity without forgetting his love for you, so he has to face his humanity which means he begins to feel guilt and everything that’s already there if he wants to feel it, which he doesn’t but… He does eventually. Because of you. You are the good in his life.You have similar defence mechanisms so it’s not unusual for one of you to walk into a room, see the other and immediately say “stop doing that” or “don’t do that” - no one else can tell that Damon is pretending, except you and Stefan. Similarly, it’ll be the brothers who can tell that you’re pretending. The contrast of your long dark hair and your bright blue eyes would be what drew Damon to you and I feel like he’d call you his “little siren” because of that. As such, he comes to understand that it wasn’t Katherine he’s been looking for all this time…

… It was you.

Twilight: Edward Cullen 

You caught Edward’s attention by singing one day. He was just passing by, skipping Biology (blood work) and he heard you singing. He hadn’t meant to tune in to your radio station but sometimes he couldn’t help it. And you did have a lovely voice. He would likely buy some of the same albums that you own so that he could get to know you through music. Over time, he would learn to just intuitively tune in to your radio station and he’d hear your thoughts - this is a promise he would make to himself to not do once you’re friends and then dating and he’d definitely stick to it. He’s conveniently free on sunny days so you’d spend those days watching Netflix with a blanket around your body to protect you from his ice cold one (it’d be really hard to explain away catching a cold during a heatwave) and he’d press kisses into your hair, your kitty purring away just above your shoulders. Though Edward would do his best to not listen to your thoughts, on your worst days some of them drift through his mind and he’d take your hand tightly and say “Don’t” or “That’s not true.” He’d try so hard to help you; I think, pre-Bella, he also has depression so he’d do his best to help you because he knows what it’s like, and not just because he can hear you.

Yuri!!! On Ice: Victor Nikiforov

Victor would have such a loving relationship with you. Ohh, he’d try so hard to make you smile each and every day. When he’s not on the ice competing or eating way more food than he should be able to consume in one sitting (seriously, where does it go? Does his stomach start in his toes?), he’s curled up with you on the sofa watching something you want to watch on Netflix, Hulu or whatever else you use. He doesn’t mind what you watch, so long as you do it together. You love to shitpost and you love memes, and Victor loves taking pictures of the most obscure things so between the two of you, your followers are well fed! You’re always texting each other memes, jokes and sending pictures to each other with cryptic captions or song lyrics attached, making the other person burst out laughing in strange places like the ice rink or a classroom. You have more of a jokey relationship than a serious one, though that’s in abundance when either of you have depression or anxiety flare up. In any case, bed time is always met with gentle touches, soft smiles and careful reassurances. Even, and most especially, when you’re angry at each other. Love is never so important as it is during the bad times.

Once Upon A Time (OUAT): Regina Mills

It would be really touch and go to date Regina for a while. It would be very challenging and many people, including her and in your darkest times, yourself, would tell you that she’s not worth it. That you’re not worth it. But you’re all wrong. She is so, so worth it. Once she splits from the Evil Queen, once she grows into herself and grows into the Charming family, once she overcomes her abusive childhood and comes to love herself, she is a ray of sunshine and she glows. I’ve always loved and been so proud of Regina, and you would be too. You both put on fronts to protect yourself and you’re both very convincing so a lot of the time, the two of you have to mentally step back and see what the other is really thinking. Luckily, you know each other very well so it’s not hard to see when either of you are feeling especially insecure or unwell. Regina would literally rip her heart in half if it meant saving you, and at times she’s risked her life for you. She lives for your cuddles, especially when her many duties as a mum, a mayor etc. get on top of her and she just needs a break. You bring her back to herself time and again, and she will always do her utmost to return the favour to you. You have a strong, loving relationship underneath it all. It just takes patience and a special bond to be able to see it from the outside.

Game Of Thrones (GOT): Joffrey Baratheon

Joffrey is the most villainous person on this matchup. I was very hesitant to match you with him, I really was, but some of the others on this list are almost as bad. So. I think your personality would have a more positive effect on him. Cersei got her claws as far into him as she could, but even once she tried to reason with him and keep him reined in, he was too far gone for her to be able to help. But you... Mm. I think you’d have a similar impact on him to Margaery. You put on a front to protect yourself and this would be what Joffrey would listen to... to begin with. Once you’re properly courting and Joffrey is able to see what you don’t say; he would soften. He would still kill and be an utterly evil piece of work, but he would exercise more mercy. He would still wrongfully torment Tyrion, but he would draw a line when you start anxiously tugging on his sleeve. He doesn’t cuddle, mocking the action all together, but then one day he walks in on you curled up in bed reading a book and he just can’t resist curling around you, an arm slung over your shoulders to possessively keep you beside him. It would be a tumultuous, dangerous relationship but then... it’s Westeros, what do you expect?

There!!!! I hope you enjoyed!

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IT WASN’T ME

When: Friday, August 23rd following the para Ladies Night Out.

Description: Deviano reminds Charlie of what she did at ladies night. 

Warning: None

Deviano was at his home working on a piece he wanted to make for his guest room, when he got the text from Charlie to come get her from the club. He didn’t hesitate to go get her. But when he got there, what he saw was Valeria and Charlie making out. He smirked and bit his bottom lip, but was quickly brought out of his thoughts by Ezra telling him to get his girl, “Yeah I got her.” He smiled and headed over to Charlie, “Okay you two, that’s enough love, let’s go home.” He carried Charlie out of the club and put her in the car. After he strapped her in, he got in, and headed to his studio, “So you had fun tonight huh?” He smirked.

Charlie didn’t know how Val found her, but pretty much as soon as she sat down, her friend came back. Drunk and needing to makeout, she pulled her best friend in for another kiss. They made out until she felt someone pulling her away, making her whine drunkenly. “Hey… Gimme those lips.” Before she knew it she was being carried away and found herself sitting down again. When she heard Dev’s voice, she opened her eyes and smiled. “Dev… Where did you come from? I had so much fun.” She then began to sing. “I kissed a girl and I liked it, taste of-” she paused and thought about the next word, “-Tequila…” She laughed.

Deviano couldn’t stop himself from laughing, he had never seen Charlie like this, but he thought it was cute. He made sure she was strapped in before pulling off, “You asked me to come get you, but you didn’t tell me I was going to get a show as well.” He shook his head as she sang her song, “I’m glad you had fun, but I do hope that you were only kissing Val tonight, you were only kissing Val right?”

Charlie found the song stuck in her head after she’d kissed Val and Claude. It made her giggle. “Oh yes! I texted you. I’m sorry, mi corazon, I forgot. Val’s lips made me forget.” She licked her lips, her thoughts were fuzzy, but she was still able to form a response–or at least she thought she could. “I kissed Claude too! I don’t know who is the better kisser, Val or Claude.” She chuckled.

“Yes you did baby girl, and I came right on for you.” Deviano wasn’t too upset seeing Charlie kissing Val, he actually thought it was kinda hot. But what he didn’t expect to hear was that she kissed someone named Claude. “Who the hell is Claude?” Now he was annoyed.

“Thank you for coming, daddy. You saved my life! I’m going to ride your dick so hard tonight… Val is going to ride Ezra!” Charlie said with a chuckle. “Claude is a Montague Dominant.” She simply answered, her smile growing brighter as she pictured the domme’s lips on hers. Who knew that kissing a woman could be so hot? She sure didn’t.

Any other time Deviano would be all over that, but not tonight, and definitely not with her in the state she was in. “ I think tonight you should just rest, and then talk to me when you’re sobered up.” Hearing Charlie kissed some Montague dominant was not what he wanted to hear. “So is this you drunk, going around kissing random people?” He was furious right now, but she was drunk, and he couldn’t hold her actions against her, but it still sucked.

Charlie felt herself growing upset right away, she wanted to have sex. Why couldn’t she have what she wanted? Val was going to have sex… “But I want to ride the Ddddd…” She chuckled, remembering what Val had said as they separated for the night. “Who’s drunk? I’m not drunk…” She retorted, despite her words clearly slurring. “Claude is not random people. She’s my friend and I think she needs to ride a dick too…”

Deviano couldn’t believe this was happening right now, he wanted to be upset because Charlie admitted to kissing some Claude guy, but she was drunk off her ass, he honestly didn’t think she knew what she was doing.  "You’ll get the D, just not tonight.“ He shook his head at her denying she’s drunk, "Baby girl, you are totally drunk, but you will sleep it off.” He let out a breath of relief when she said Claude was a she, “Claude is a woman? Oh okay…” He calmed down quickly, because he couldn’t not be mad at her kissing Val, and then be mad at her kissing another woman.

Charlie knew that Dev was speaking to her, but it all sounded like gibberish. On top of having too much to drink, she’d also had a full day which included fixing up two cars and meeting potential buyers. To say that she was exhausted was an understatement. Curling up in the passenger seat as best as she could, she fell asleep right away. When she awoke, it was already bright outside and her head was pounding. “Oww…” She grumbled as she sat up, quickly scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. “Where am I?”

It didn’t take long for Charlie to fall asleep, and he was happy for that. Deviano took her to his studio and laid her in the bed so she could sleep it off. The next morning he got up, laid some fruit, juice and medicine by the bed, and went to finish his painting. He looked around when he heard Charlie stirring, “Morning baby girl, you’re in my studio.” He went back to painting, not wanting to disturb her, just in case she wanted to go back to sleep.

Panic sets in for a moment, making Charlie wonder who she went home with last night. When she heard Dev’s voice, she finally was able to breathe normally. “How did I get here? What happened last night?” She tried recalling the night’s events, but nothing came back. All she remembered was girl’s night with Val and Claude. They got to the club and she remembered telling them that she had to be up early today. Other than that, nothing.

Deviano put his paintbrush down, and walked over to the bed, and sat next to Charlie, “You texted me, and asked me to come pick you up, and when I got there, you and Valeria was having a lot of fun making out with each other.” He chuckled and pointed to the medicine, “You should take those, it will help your hangover.”

Charlie placed her pointer fingers on her temples and began massaging them. Her head hurts, they felt like they were about to explode. She only looked up when she heard Dev’s remark. “No way… I didn’t do that.” She’d never been into women, why the hell would she kiss Val? Reaching for the meds, she took them and chugged some water. “I don’t kiss girls and I know I wouldn’t kiss Val. She’s my best friend. That’s like me kissing my sister if I had one.”

Deviano moved behind Charlie and moved her hands and started massaging her temples, “Oh you certainly did, and myself and Ezra was there to witness it. Why would I ever make something like that up?” He wasn’t the least bit upset with her, because he knew she was just having fun. “Well you made out with your sister last night, and you even told me that you made out with Claude.”

Charlie stopped what she was doing and let out a moan of contentment when Dev began massaging her temples. She knew he wouldn’t lie to her about what happened, it still didn’t sit well with her however. “I know you wouldn’t. I just can’t believe I would do that.” She mumbled, her eyes growing wide at what he said next. “No way! I would not do that with Claude. Did you see me kiss her too? Because if you didn’t, it never happened.”

Deviano continued with the massage to Charlie’s temples, while he continued trying to explain what happened last night. He did appreciate her knowing he wouldn’t lie to her, “It was definitely not what I expected to see, but it is what it is. When you drink a lot, you lose your inhibitions, and that’s what happened. But as long as you weren’t kissing any guys, I’m not tripping.” He laughed so hard at her refusal to believe she kissed Claude, “Well you told me you did, so I can only go by your word. But if you wanna go on the if I saw it rule, then it never happened.” He continued laughing, because he knew more than likely, it happened.

Charlie felt sick all of a sudden. She’d always respected Claude. How could she face the other woman now? She was a Montague and was always around. It wasn’t like she could simply ignore her or run the other way when she sees her next. “Oh no…” She covered her face, embarrassed beyond reason. “I can’t believe I kissed Claude! She must think I’m weird or horny or just bat shit crazy.” All those things were mumbled onto her palm and she didn’t even register what Dev was saying.

Deviano didn’t want to make Charlie feel worse than she already did. “I’m sure she doesn’t think any less of you. That’s what happens on nights out, and you’re letting loose, and having fun, so I’m sure she understands.” He kissed the top of her head, “Don’t beat yourself up over it.” He picked up the bowl of fruit, “Here, you should eat something, and let me finish massaging your scalp.”

Charlie knew that Dev was trying to make her feel better, but she still felt awful. Plus, there was also the part where she’d kissed someone who wasn’t him. Yes, she knew that they weren’t in an exclusive relationship, but she also promised him that she would never be interested in anyone else either. He was being really nice to her, and had even kissed her head which made her feel even worse about herself. “You’re not mad at me?” She asked when he tried to get her to eat.

“No, I’m not mad at you.” Deviano could understand why Charlie would think he would be. But in all honesty, they never said anything about being exclusive, he knew where his heart was, but he wasn’t going to force her to feel the same way. She has called him her heart on several occasions, so he knows how she feels about him. “This was just you letting loose and having a good time. And the fact that you kissed your friends, it made it easier for me to grasp. But I’m not gonna lie, for a moment when I thought Claude was a guy, I was really upset.”

Charlie couldn’t understand why Dev wouldn’t be upset with her. But then again, maybe she was just projecting her feelings onto him. Just because he’d said that she was his baby girl, it didn’t mean that what they have was exclusive. For all she knew, he could be flirting or even sleeping with other people, even though it was doubtful. “I don’t do that though… I don’t get drunk and I’ve never kissed my friends before.” She said with a sigh, before she turned to look at him. “You were?” Maybe he was attached after all…

Deviano smiled, and wrapped his arms around Charlie, “Well like they say…. the lot first time for everything.” He rubbed her shoulders, trying to be as supportive as she needed him to be. He wondered why she was shocked to hear that he was upset at the thought of her kissing some guy. “Of course I was, I don’t want to think about you kissing another man. I know it may be selfish of me, but I want to be the only man kissing those beautiful lips of yours.” He meant every word of it.

Charlie melted in Dev’s embrace, she always did, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that she would now too. “I know, I just don’t like to think that I’m that kind of a drunk.” She explained with a sigh. “I don’t think it’s selfish at all…” I would hurt anyone who dares to kiss you. She wanted to add, but she knew she couldn’t be that way with him. He wasn’t hers. Wanting to make things light again, she smiled at him and asked. “You said I can’t kiss another man. So does this mean you’re okay if I kiss or fool around with a woman?”

Deviano chuckled lightly, “Don’t you worry, alcohol has a way of bringing out things in you, and if that means you are a flirty drunk, then that’s not a bad thing.” He wasn’t going to judge Charlie for doing things while she was intoxicated, that would be silly, not to mention it was just a little harmless fun. He was glad that she didn’t think his comment was selfish, “Good, because if it was, then I was just going to be selfish.” He laughed, and looked at her when she asked about messing around with women, “Don’t get it twisted, just because I am giving you a pass on this night, don’t think there is endless amounts of passes. Because if you continue to do it, I am going to believe that women is who you really want to be with.”

“I will never drink that much ever again. My head is hating me right now.” Charlie groaned. She wanted to ask Dev about the status of their relationship, but she was still too scared to go there. She knew that she would never want anyone else, and although she was drunk last night, she did still texted him to come get her. That alone told her that she was his. “No, you’re not being selfish. If you are, then I am too because I don’t like thinking about you kissing other people.” She shook her head slowly. “Apparently, I find women sexy when I’m drunk, so you’ll just have to keep me sober from now on.” She chuckled.

Deviano continued massaging her temples, “You were pretty wasted, but it will pass, and you will be back to normal soon enough.” He liked that he was able to take care of her, and be here for her. She was so important to him, and he just wanted to make sure she was always okay. He smiled hearing her say that she didn’t want to think about him kissing other people, “You don’t have to worry about that baby girl, I have no desires to kiss anyone else.” He laughed, “I’ll definitely keep you sober from now on. If you have a ladies night, just know it will be ladies night and Deviano.”

Charlie closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax. “I know. Your massage is helping too.” She told him with a gentle smile, liking how easily he could take care of her. “You better not. Unless you want to see me kick someone’s ass.” She wasn’t even joking around about that, she’d never been great with sharing and for some reason, she was even more selfish when it came to Dev. Her eyes popped open again and she let out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous, mi corazon. But fine, if you’re going to tag along on my ladies night, I just won’t go on one anymore or maybe I should crash your boys night, if you ever have one.” She said teasingly.

Deviano smiled, “Good, I want you to feel better.” It was nice knowing that he could make Charlie feel better, and he was going to continue finding ways to do that. He couldn’t hold back his laughter at her threats, “Not that I don’t think that would be sexy as hell, but I don’t want you  getting into any trouble, so I am not going to make you kick anybody’s ass. It will never come to that il mio solo ed unico I am here for you.” He smiled and laughed, he loved seeing her smile, “I mean you can go, but I’ll be there. And I will happily let you come to my boys nights, but I am sure my boys won’t be happy about it, but it is what it is.”

“You always do, mi corazon.” Charlie returned, knowing full well that only Dev could comfort her this thoroughly. “Since you don’t want me getting into trouble, then you better behave or you might just have to see me kick some bitches ass.” She teased and felt her breath hitching when she heard him call her his one and only. Her heart felt like it was about to burst and she couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “I won’t bother you on your boys night. I promise and if I do have another girl’s night, I won’t drink again.” She kissed him then, passionately because despite her inability to tell him how she felt, she did want him to know that she was only his. When she pulled back, she smiled and said. “I think I can eat something now. Feel like feeding me breakfast, mi corazon?”

Deviano just liked hearing the little things from Charlie, she will never know how much her calling him her heart meant to him. She was so amazing, and he couldn’t believe he was so lucky to have her in his life. “I’ll behave I promise, because it is already enough crap going on around here, we don’t need you being added into that.” He had no desire to be with anyone else, she was his one and only, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “I think not drinking is the best idea, or limit your drinks to one or two.” He smiled, and kissed her back with so much passion. He would never want to kiss another pair of lips, because they couldn’t compare to hers. Once they pulled apart, he sat up when she said she could eat, “It will be my pleasure to feed you breakfast baby girl.” He started to feed her bacon from her plate, and they spent the remainder of the day in bed holding each other and watching movies, it was the perfect day for him.

#Canon Para: It Wasn't Me #Canon: Charlie & Dev

[gumnut-logic]

Gentle Rain (Part Nineteen)

Title: Gentle Rain

Warm Rain Series

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen

Author: Gumnut

1 – 4 Mar 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening.

Word count: 3000

Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, Gordon/Penelope, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline.

Timeline: Six months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel.

Author’s note: For @scribbles97 And here we are, the last chapter. There will be an Epilogue full of important stuff, I’ve started it. Also, those of you who follow me on Tumblr will have already read the first Tale of Gentle Rain – I kinda jumped the gun and didn’t want to officially publish it until I had finished this fic…which is pretty close now. So, there is more to come. Thank you ever so much to @scribbles97 who has helped me through this entire fic. Also thanks to @i-am-chidorixblossom and @the-lady-razorsharp who have also answered my frantic calls at various points in time – this fic was a nerve-wracker and I can be really insecure at times :D I would also like to give a massive thanks to all of you who have cheered me along the way. Your comments and feedback have kept me going. It makes it so much more purposeful to write if I know what I’m writing is being read and super bonus if it is being enjoyed. Thank you so, so much ::hugs you all madly::

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

Waking in hospital was not her favourite. She had done it many times in her thirty years and none of those events had been pleasant.

She could smell the hospital around her.

A frown. Vague memories of faces, words, it seemed like dreams, all leading back to that man from International Rescue.

A pair of blue eyes.

Scott Tracy.

She woke with his name on her lips.

And he was the first thing she saw.

“Em?” His voice was soft, tentative, and the hope in his face so strong.

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.” That smile of his still turned her insides to jelly. “How are you feeling?”

How was she feeling? A quick physical check and she found herself surprisingly good. “Good. I’m good.”

His smile widened.

A snuffled snort echoed through the room. She frowned. “What?”

Scott stepped back and she came eye to eye with Kayo sitting on a couch in the corner. The smirk on her face was amusing, particularly considering the man asleep in her lap. Virgil was snoring softly, curled up rather awkwardly on the too small sofa, still in his uniform. His baldric and toolkit were draped over the back of one of the chairs.

“Is he okay?”

Scott’s smile was reassuring. “He’s fine. Just tired. Stubborn idiot refused to go home.”

“Why?”

He frowned and she realised that he, too, was still in his uniform. “You don’t remember?”

Remember? A blink. “You caught me.”

“Yes, I did. But you were injured.”

Injured? Her brain didn’t seem to be functioning at full capacity. “How?”

His brow furrowed immediately. “You had a laceration on your leg. You lost a lot of blood.”

“I did?” She reached down and peered under the covers. Her left stump was swathed in bandages. Another frown and she forced her mind to think.

Scott speaking to her calmly, but firmly. Strapping her in. She had flown in a Thunderbird. Thunderbird One. Thunder was right. It had roared. So, so fast.

Then the hospital. Perth Hospital. Again.

Scott holding her. Her blood on his hands.

Worried blue eyes.

She shook herself. She must be on something. She was foggy.

“The bridge? The people?”

“We saved as many as we could.”

Virgil snorted again.

She frowned at the man as Kayo stroked his hair. A glance at Scott. “Why are you here?”

His eyes widened and his expression closed suddenly and considering their recent history she realised exactly how that might have sounded.

A blink. “No, you idiot. I’m talking about the broken arm, leg and ribs, not to mention the hole in your side that was stitched up a few weeks before Christmas.”

“Uh.” Now he looked uncomfortable, almost like a young boy who had just discovered he was in trouble.

Her foggy mind still wasn’t registering properly, but it still managed to calculate recovery times. She rubbed her eyes. “And what about Virgil? You know, the man who recently died.” In the corner of her eye she saw Kayo tense.

“It was necessary.” His stance straightened. “Besides, we had backup.”

“I noticed. But that didn’t seem to exclude either of you from the rescue.”

“There wasn’t time-“

“Exactly! You haven’t given either of yourselves enough time!”

Those blue eyes flared. “And what exactly did you expect me to do? Sit back while you fell off a bridge?”

And there it was, the blatant self-sacrifice that was going to kill these men. “You had back up! Let them do their job. Stop risking yourself.”

“I couldn’t leave you there.” It was quiet, but the words were firm.

She stared at him. “Your health is worth the risk, Scott.”

“Yours isn’t.” He glared at her. “I will not risk you.”

“Me? What about the other hundred or so people?”

His lips shut closed and he didn’t answer. Blue simply stared at her.

Her eyes widened. “You didn’t...”

“How could I not?” And suddenly he was so much closer.

“Oh, for goodness sake, kiss her already!” There was a thump and a groan, and they both looked up to see Virgil rolling off the couch. The man was obviously stiff as a board. “Have at it, I’m getting coffee.” And without a glance at them, he stumbled from the room, dragging Kayo with him. Kayo did grin back at both of them, however, her eyes sparkling.

Em frowned. “Are you sure he’s okay?”

Scott smiled. Oh god, that smile. “I thought you’d be familiar with Virgil Sans Coffee by now.” But he was leaning in and that smile touched her lips. As always, he was warm, his energy burning, reaching out and drawing her in. A brush of his tongue on hers and he released her. She didn’t want to let him go.

His smile became hesitant. “I believe I owe you an explanation.”

“Regarding your habit of flashing hot and cold?” God, honestly, she only wanted him to kiss her again. His hot was so hot. Screw it. “I’ve just had a major traumatic incident. I’m injured, and I’m pretty sure I’m high on pain meds. Can we save it for later? I’d really just like to you to kiss me again.”

His grin was as gorgeous as his smile, and god, when he wrapped his arms around her and took her lips with his, all the cares in the world could wait until later.

-o-o-o-

Em was only in the hospital for a few days, but in that time, she managed to have every Tracy march through her door plus Kayo and her uncle.

Uncle Crispin arrived with Sally Tracy along with Alan. Alan was looking a little green around the gills and the description he gave Kayo of what her uncle and his grandmother had been doing on the plane was enough to turn Em a little green in sympathy.

There were some things that you just didn’t want to know about the generations above you.

Uncle Crispin gave her the third degree on what had happened. This was quickly followed by him cornering Scott the moment he walked through her door on the way back from a meeting with the GDF.

“And what are your intentions with my niece, Tracy?”

“Kip!”

“Uncle Crispin!”

It was hard to tell who was more offended, Mrs Tracy or Em.

But Scott didn’t back down. He took a step towards her uncle and looked him in the eye. And he could. Not having seen Scott standing to his full height, Em hadn’t realised he was that tall. Though slimmer in youth, he could match every one of her uncle’s many inches. Wow. “And what are your intentions with my Grandmother?”

“Scott!” Okay, Mrs Tracy was the more offended.

Em glared at the both of them. “If you two gentlemen do not stop alpha strutting in my hospital room, I will ask both of you to leave.”

Scott’s response was immediate, probably feeling like he was already on probation and didn’t want to blow it. He backed down, but she didn’t fail to notice that he stepped immediately to her side. She rolled her eyes at that.

Uncle Crispin glared at him, but also backed off, stepping back beside Mrs Tracy.

“Now, Uncle Crispin, this is my business. While I appreciate your protectiveness, I find it rather ironic that you are attempting to protect me from the grandson of your paramour, and the leader of International Rescue, an organisation you greatly admire. You have a model Thunderbird and figurines, for crying out loud.” She turned to Scott, whose eyes were bugging out a little at her last statement. “And you, give your grandmother a break. Uncle Crispin is a great guy, I can promise you that. Stop snarling at him.”

Neither man commented, merely exchanging wary glances. God, men!

The tableau was interrupted by Virgil waltzing in with a get-well balloon tied to a blue teddy bear. Every face in the room turned to him. He stopped in his tracks and blinked. “Did I interrupt something?”

Em couldn’t help but smile. “No, nothing of importance.”

His eyes darted back and forth between his eldest brother, Uncle Crispin, Em and Kayo. “Okay, good, because Scott bought you a get-well bear.” He strode up and plonked it on the edge of her bed.

“I did?”

Kayo elbowed her brother. “Yes, you did, because that is what good boyfriends do when their girlfriends are in the hospital.”

There was a silence for a moment and Em stared at Virgil. The engineer smiled at her.

“Yes. Yes, I did and I do.” Scott said the words, but looked a little stunned.

Em bit her lip, but couldn’t help grinning at his expression. She picked up the bear. It had blue eyes and a perpetual smile. Reaching out a hand, she snagged Scott’s and pulled him towards her. “Thank you, Scott. It was a very kind thought.” And she was grinning up at him.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re welcome.”

“Can I give you a thank you kiss?”

She couldn’t help but grin at the grin that immediately split his face. He bent down and, oh, oh, thank you. Thank you, indeed.

The bear was dropped to the bed covers and one hand was in his hair, the other on his shoulder feeling the flex of muscle through his shirt.

“My god, I’m surrounded by a bunch of lovebirds. Okay, that’s it, I’m making a point of being somewhere else for some time. Em, get better soon. Enjoy...my brother.”

Scott broke off their kiss just in time for her to see Alan shudder. Mrs Tracy grabbed the youngest before he could escape and said something quietly to him Em couldn’t hear before kissing his cheek. Alan rolled his eyes and stomped out of the room.

Em had a grip on Scott’s shirt and didn’t want to let go. Virgil was grinning ear to ear. Kayo had a smirk on her face. Mrs Tracy was smiling. Uncle Crispin, surprisingly, wasn’t glaring, but was thoughtful instead.

Scott was staring down at her in amazement.

She grinned. “Can I say thank you again?”

Virgil cracked up laughing.

-o-o-o-

Escaping from hospital did not equate to escaping from the Tracys. Kayo, despite being heavily involved into the investigation surrounding the bridge bombing, found the time to accompany her back to her apartment. Virgil had declared her hoverscoot deceased and promptly acquired her a new one. Her protest at the cost was met with a flat-eyed stare, and yeah, billionaires, money no object, yada-yada-yada.

It was a relief to slip back into a hoverscoot. The hoverchair from the hospital was just clunky and cumbersome.

While Virgil packed the car, she took the opportunity to sit down with Kayo for a moment in her own loungeroom. “I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I can’t believe...” And she ran out of words.

“Em...” Kayo held up her hand. “Trust me, we are equal on all scores.” Virgil stuck his head in the door and grabbed two more of the small bags she had hastily packed and disappeared again. Kayo smiled just a little, her voice quiet as she stared after him. “We’re equal.”

“If there is ever anything I can do for either of you. Just ask.” She reached out and grabbed the woman’s hand. “Please.” She tried her best to covey how much it all meant to her.

Kayo turned to her and tilted her head a little. “If you do the same.” A small smile. “I hear rumour that is what friends do.”

Em couldn’t help but grin just a little. She felt like a teenager swapping friendship bracelets. The thought was just ridiculous.

But it meant so much more.

“Oh, I’ve got something for you.” Kayo reached into her pocket. “You should keep this on you at all times until Brains can set you up with something a little less conspicuous.” The security officer handed her the IR comm she had worn in New Zealand.

Em stared at it. “Are you sure?”

Kayo arched an eyebrow. “I’m sure.”

Em held it in her hands, the embossed IR logo catching the light. “That is something I’ve been meaning to ask. I left this behind in Wellington. How did you know I was on the bridge?”

“I planted a tracker in your hoverscoot.” There was no apology in Kayo’s expression.

Em stared at her. “What?”

“You became an IR concern. I needed to know where you were.”

“Why?”

“We are primarily a rescue organisation. However, our technologies are advanced and there are people out there who will do anything to get their hands on them. You know this, it has already affected your life drastically.”

“You think they might use me to get to you?”

Kayo shrugged. “Maybe. Possibly. There are a range of vulnerabilities in the equation. The tracker was to protect you and IR. In this case, we knew you were on the bridge and could act accordingly.”

“Is that what happened? Were they after me?” Her heart stuttered at the thought. To be honest, she had already considered some of the dangers involved. It was obvious. She had lost her family to a man who had wanted what the Tracys had.

Something flashed in Kayo’s eyes.

“No, a group has claimed responsibility. Lunatics. Don’t worry. Penelope and I are working on it. We’ll find them.” And Kayo stopped there, obviously unwilling to reveal anymore.

Her apartment door opened again and Virgil walked back in. “Anything else? I think I’ve about covered my rehab for today.”

Em mentally shook herself and smiled.

-o-o-o-

The stop at her apartment was exactly that, just a stop. She needed assistance and the doctors had only released her with the reassurance that she would have company.

So, bags packed and loaded, Kayo flew her back to Tracy Island, and she found herself in the same room she had spent Christmas. Cecil arrived to attend to her every need. The man was a like a clone of Gordon Tracy, though taller and skinnier. A ray of sunshine who never stopped smiling.

Scott bounced back and forth from the island every day, horribly busy, both with the GDF and the Thunderchick squads. Then a tsunami in Japan took every hand IR had available.

All the brothers came back from that pale and dead-eyed.

She caught him before he could escape to his room.

Even though she was prepared for it, it still hurt when he brushed her off. “Em, I’m tired. It’s been a long day. You should be resting.” His natural reflex was to lock it all up and process it alone, the same way he had when Virgil collapsed.

She hadn’t missed Virgil beelining to Kayo. Hadn’t missed her wrapping her arms around him, his head dropping to her shoulder in pure exhaustion. Her leading him away to their quarters.

Scott had glanced at them while removing his baldric and dumping it on the couch before throwing himself down beside it.

She steeled herself. “I’m fine. It is you who needs the rest.”

He looked up at her and the exhaustion and pain in his eyes broke her heart. Reaching out, she ‘scooted forward, dropping the ‘scoot directly onto the couch and took him into her arms, lying his head on her chest.

He resisted at first, his muscles tense, and she was forced to wonder how long it had been since this man had been comforted. She knew a good percentage of his history, had seen the care he doled out to his family, but who cared for the carer? Virgil, most certainly, but he would ever be younger.

Em would ever be older.

She pulled him tighter, running her fingers through his hair, and slowly his arms crept around her and returned the embrace. He didn’t fully relax, no doubt that would take time, but his breathing evened out and he rested his weight on her.

“I love you.” The words came out unbidden. She didn’t mean to say it, but it was said.

His reaction was immediate. He sat up, pulling away a little and staring at her.

Em felt the blood drain from her face. “I’m sorry, I-“

And he was kissing her, his strength pulling her close. His tongue begged entry and she let him in, as he crushed her against him. His cologne was overlaid with sweat and dirt, he desperately needed a shower and a shave, but he was in her arms and loving her in his own way.

She didn’t expect the words, not yet. If there was one thing she had learnt over the last few months, it was that Scott Tracy had a large family, but ultimately, he had been alone for a long time. As alone as she had been.

It was going to take time.

The kiss broke off, his breathing heavy, eyes glistening in the evening light. “Em...”

She reached up and placed a finger across his lips. “You don’t have to say anything.” He kissed her finger, his breath hot on her skin. “I will only ask you for one thing.”

His eyes widened in an expression very similar to the last time she had made such a demand of him.

“Ping me. Come to me. Seek me out.” Her fingers drifted into his hair and she leant forward to kiss his forehead. “I’m here. You are not alone. You don’t have to say anything, I won’t force you to talk, I promise. Just be...with me.”

It was all she could ask.

He stared at her for a moment, words bouncing about his eyes, but none finding his mouth. Eventually he drew her into his embrace, a soft kiss to her jaw, her cheek and her lips. There was no smile, no charm, no Commander of International Rescue, no big brother.

Just Scott Tracy.

He dropped his head to her shoulder, exhaustion in every line of his body. Em stroked his hair and just held on.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

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