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elliotl · 2 years

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Closer became us

hello @beloved-blue ^_^ this is from the dialogue prompts i took a while back. i had a lot of fun writing this one and also made me realise i need to write Punz more :) [not proof read cuz as y'all know im a dumbass] i hope y'all like it. also see how Blue bribed me smh /lh.

c!stageduo or c!drunz whatever y'all call it. not shipping. 1k+ words.

tw: none.

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The ladder creaked. Punz made a mental note to replace some of the parts. He climbed to the top of the tower slowly. He had only seen Dream sneak in and out of the tower, not once looking at Punz.

“Punz um can I stay for a bit? I won't disturb you or anything and I'll be gone soon I promise.”

Punz sighed as he recalled the words. He knew what had happened that day. He slowly made his way towards the bed at the corner of the room. The books were scattered everywhere, pages with messy notes, some crumpled into balls and some half burnt. A half burnt candle was snuffed out by the windowsill. Moonlight spilled in illuminating the room a bit.

Dream was sleeping, his chest rising and falling steadily, a knife still in his hand. Ghost of a smile lingered on Punz’s lips. He sat down on the bed and pulled the sheets to cover Dream. His tower was made of black stone, it could get pretty cold in winter.

Punz brushed a strand of hair off Dream’s face. The boy in front of him had been crying. He could tell. His little brother. Punz hadn't seen Sapnap or George since that day. Nor Quackity or Karl. It was like they vanished from both of their lives. Of course how could they stick by Punz? He was Dream’s ally after all. Dream paid him to stay by his side. To stay loyal.

The loyalty was more than a payment. Both of them knew that.

The untouched food plate was on the table. Dream had not eaten for three days probably. Punz had given him this bread butter and fruits three days ago. Punz was absent mindedly gently patting Dream’s chest, as one does to a baby.

“P—Punz?” Dream turned on his side to face Punz. His eyes were still closed, fingers curled around Punz’s wrist. “It’s really y—”

“Yeah. I’m here.” As if on cue, Dream relaxed, still holding Punz’s wrist. Dream dozed off again. Punz just sat there not wanting to disturb Dream, not knowing what to do. Punz removed the knife from Dream’s other hand and held it.

Punz was looking out the window. The buildings in the moonlight, some lit some dark. Many were abandoned. Dream SMP lands felt like ghostland. There was almost no one left. Punz was not going to leave, ever. This is his home from the start. The cold breeze flew in reminding Punz to fix some glass to Dream’s windows the next day.

“Why are you here?” A raspy voice snapped Punz out of his thoughts. Dream was staring, the green eyes studying what he could see of Punz’s face in the moonlight.

“I just came here to ask—”

“I know I've not paid you in a while but I'll soon. Just stay, okay? I’ll pay you more, don't worry,” Dream rambled.

Punz flinched. No mask and blanket on his chest, Dream looked like a lost man. Just a kid, which he was. Punz moved a bit so his one leg rested on the bed, Dream made room for him.

“I don't care about the payment, Dream,” Punz started. “I just came here to ask are you— are you okay?”

Dream stared at him for a few moments. There was nothing to be surprised about. Of course he didn't care about the payment. The position they were in right now? No one who got paid could care like Punz did.

“I'm fine,” Dream lied. He let go of Punz’s wrist.

“Can I get you something?”

“Can I have a glass of water?”

Punz let go of Dream’s hand and went to fetch the water downstairs. He filled the pitcher and came back up with a glass along with it. Dream was sitting now, back against the headboard. Punz gave him the water filled glass and sat in his previous position. They sat in silence. Dream was pulling the strings from the blanket while Punz just looked at him doing so.

“How could they leave me?” Dream was looking at Punz for answers. Punz didn't have any. “I just tried so hard— so hard to tell George why I did what I did.”

“And Sapnap?” Dream chuckled bitterly. “He believed what Tommy said. Tommy? Can you believe it? My own brother, my Pandas, trusted someone else’s words over mine. Quackity made a whole show out of it for his own benefit. I tried hard to make them understand. To keep George safe. To— to make sure they all stay safe.”

Dream looked at Punz, his jaw clenched to keep the tears at bay. “After all this time, how we grew up together, they just left me Punz. Like it didn't even matter. Sapnap was so so so fucking insistent on convincing George that I’m the bad guy— he fucking ignored my explaination and took Tommy’s words into account.”

“I should’ve never invited some people to our home. They destroyed it, Punz. They just took and took and just—” Dream took a deep breath. “They took my George and Sapnap away from me.”

“Well, I guess give things time to cool down, you know,” Punz mentally pale face palmed. He was not choosing the correct words. Both men just sat in silence. Punz knew Dream, this was not the first time he had opened up to him. Punz knew about the book after all.

“I'm sorry. I'm probably just sounding like a whiny bitch right now,” Dream shook his head.

“No no. It's me who doesn't know what to say. I'm sorry. Like Sapnap is like a little brother to me you know and Goerge— nevermind,” Punz chuckled. He looked at Dream, the other was already looking at him, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“They left us,” Dream spoke dreamily. “It's just us and you will too if i don't—”

Punz shook his head and took Dream’s hand in his, snapping the boy from his thoughts. “No! I'm not leaving anywhere, idiot. Like I’ll be with you— like we can be together in this you know. Like if it's fine with you I mean of course—”

Dream was looking at Punz with a soft expression Punz couldn't name. He looked so lost in that moment that Punz just wanted to pull him in a hug. He knew what was going on with Dream, the book, the exile, the whole disc thing; Punz just wanted to pull the boy in a hug and tell him it's gonna be alright. Dream needed certainness but Punz didn't know how to convey it to his partner.

“It's about what you want, okay?” Punz took a deep breath and squeezed Dream’s hand gently. He looked into Dream’s eyes. “Do you trust me?”

A confused expression graced Dream’s face. Punz cursed at himself. That's why you’re mercenary. Good in the shadows and no talking.

“It was just a stupid question. Don't mind ignoring every—”

Punz was frozen as he felt Dream’s breath on his neck, tears a moment later. Dream hugged him. He wrapped his around the younger man and pulled him close. He could feel Dream’s shaky breath, quiet sobbing filling the room.

“It’s okay. I got you,” Punz patted Dream’s head. “I got you buddy.”

“It was not supposed to be— to be like this,” Dream mumbled. “We all— all together and this was supposed to be a happy place. It is our home that is all broken.”

Dream held Punz tightly, his fingers digging into the man’s back as he felt really understood for the first time in a while. He felt loved. His tears didn't stop and Punz wasn't pulling away either. Punz was mumbling calming words into his ears. Punz pressed his lips to the side of Dream’s head for a moment and Dream sobbed harder.

“Calm down. Come on now, deep breaths,” Punz whispered through closed eyes. “Slow and steady.”

Dream followed what Punz said and slowly started to get his breathing in control. It was also what he wanted, as Punz has said. Dream knew what he wanted, a big happy family. Everyone is together. He was slowly starting to perceive everything in the room, a sweet smell filling his senses as he smiled against Punz’s shoulder.

“You smell like flowers and honey,” Dream mumbled as he nuzzled Punz’s neck. He felt home.

#dreblr #dreamwastaken #punz #staged duo #c!drunz #evwrites #dialogue prompts writing

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rilakiwii · 2 years

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- cute dates with nct

part2; nct dream version

(this is a second part to this post which contains nct127 members; I decided to include Mark and Haechan in this post too despite them being in the last one!)

- - - - ——— jeno

꒰ long biking trip

꒰ you two would pack lots of snacks but mainly drinks! after all, staying hydrated is super important while biking

꒰ you'd also prepare spotify playlist together just for this occasion and listen to it during the trip

꒰ the route you took was also thought of before with lots of beautiful views

꒰ although Jeno would argue you were the most beautiful one...

꒰ ANYWAY, your calm trip was interrupted by rock that 'attacked' you and made you fall off your your bike

꒰ your scrapped knee almost gave Jeno a heart attack; he immediately told you to sit somewhere safe while he quickly found a store and bought cute band aids

꒰ 'okay, so which one would you like more? the one with dinosaurs or the one with hello kitty?'

'both are okay with me if you kiss it better after'

'oh... sure hah'

꒰ despite the small accident, you finished the trip with big smiles and hot cheeks

- - - - ——— chenle

꒰ discovering street food together

꒰ having light breakfast so you'll have lots of appetite later

꒰ definitely holding hands for 'safety reasons' but let's be honest, you guys just wanted to do that

꒰ I feel like he'd be good at getting discounts/bonuses from sellers

꒰ he's just so cute; all he need is to show his puppy eyes once and everyone is swooing over him (you included!)

꒰ 'is it spicy?'

'I tried it and I don't think so honestly, it's not that spicy'

'...oh my, it's super spicy!'

'I'm sorry! here, have a drink!'

꒰ you two also take notes in your head to try and later remake the dishes

꒰ taking some takeout as well to leave for later/give to your friends

꒰ you two would also have a little map with your favorite food stalls marked

- - - - ——— mark

꒰ chill, beach day

꒰ getting big and soft blanket to sit on; it probably has a cute print too

꒰ also, our man would never judge you in a swimsuit; he would do quite the contrary, extremely hype you up whatever you choose to wear

꒰ you'd have timer set up to make sure you always have good amount of sunscreen

꒰ he'd buy you as much ice cream as you'd like (and other snacks too)

꒰ having fights in water as if your life depends on it

꒰ sand castle competition is a must!

꒰ 'come on, my castle has a moat!'

'so what? mine has bascule bridge'

'are you kidding me? the bridge isn't even moving'

'I'm still working on it...'

꒰ the prize is... a kiss- which is basically a reward for both of you!

- - - - ——— jaemin

꒰ spa day at home

꒰ suddenly, your home changes into an oasis of calmness and relaxation

꒰ you can definitely expect a nice bath with roses to chill out in (or just a sweet bouquet of roses if you don't like long baths)

꒰ you'd try homemade face masks but end up messing something up-

꒰ so in the end, you'd use sheet masks with adorable animal print on it

꒰ 'I want the cat one!'

'oh no, I wanted this one...'

'mhh okay, I'll take the bunny one then'

꒰ he'd also get you some cucumber slices for your eyes

꒰ snacking on tasty strawberries while waiting to take off face masks

꒰ he'd probably give you awesome massage later too

- - - - ——— haechan

꒰ board/card game night

꒰ the competitive genes in you both would 100% wake up that night

꒰ chaotic play fights are normal for you two while playing

꒰ 'don't even try to take that spot-'

'ha, too late, this one is mine now!'

'you little, mean fox!'

'uuu are you going to cry?'

'I'm going to kick your ass in the next round!'

꒰ no one wants to play Monopoly with you anymore; y'all are too good! (or way too competitive...)

꒰ the moment cards get pulled up, you two instantly change into professional players

꒰ lowkey gambling but instead of money, you two gamble kisses-

꒰ so despite all the fighting, it ends up sweet

꒰ and you both always know when it's 'too much', never going overboard and saying sorry as soon as someone's get really upset

- - - - ——— renjun

꒰ grocery shopping together

꒰ making a list before the little trip

꒰ he'd probably let you ride in the cart and push you around the store

꒰ playing 'rock, paper, scissors' everytime you can't decide on a flavor/a variant of something

꒰ 'oh my, I want the cereal box with Cinnamoroll on it!'

'Chococat is so much cuter though'

'whaaat? let's play and whoever wins gets to pick the box'

'I'll definitely win so yeah, sure!'

꒰ spending way too long in the fruit aisle picking perfect ones

꒰ you'd take cute photos of tv's with live feed of security cameras (the ones that sometimes are next to the entrance/exit)

꒰ you'd probably use coupons if possible; I mean, who doesn't like to save some money here and there?

꒰ he'd have a perfect and 'rehearsed' of packing (drinks first, then boxes, veggies at the top etc.)

- - - - ——— jisung

꒰ apple-picking date (or pumpkin-picking, or cherry-picking, basically whatever you like)

꒰ having at least two photo sessions (one at the start and one during golden hour)

꒰ 'sneaking' in a bottle of warm tea/coffee in case it gets colder outside; you'd probably have a small blanket there too

꒰ taking small breaks and snacking on the fruits you picked

꒰ also, if it gets cold, you two would hug while being surrounded by your blanket

꒰ Jisung would be super scared whenever you'd climb the ladder

꒰ 'are you sure you want to do this?'

'hey, I'm careful! also, if you are that worried, you can hold the ladder and make sure it's secure'

'...okay, I promise to keep you safe'

꒰ after coming back home, you two would bake a tasty cake with everything you picked up earlier

꒰ it's even tastier after all the hard work you both did!

lots of love, rosie ♡

#nct #nct dream #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct preferences #nct headcanons #nct mark #nct renjun #nct jeno #nct haechan #nct jaemin #nct chenle #nct jisung

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darkfearsandkittyears · 3 years

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Y'all, it's Whumptober! I'm super excited!

Okay, uh...funny story [and super embarrassing for me] I am a highly unorganized person, I have a calendar in my room, but it's so much easier to check the date on the huge calendar in the kitchen! So, I calculated the days till October in August, and promptly forgot to write prompts and outlines, [even though I pants most of my works].

Fast forward to today, when I see my mom writing down the October events. I was like, oh, she's just reminding herself for next month.

Then I realized.

I literally forgot that September comes right before October.

I literally thought that I had another month to plan ideas.

One of you come whack me on the head, I really need it.

Anywho, let's get on with the show!!

"Come on, Damian! Reach for it." Jason dangled Damian's bottle, inches from the baby's hands. Damian whined and stretched his arms out as far as they would go, attempting to snatch his bottle. Jason smiled at the child. "Scoot forward. Like this." He demonstrated, pulling his body along with his arms. Damian stared at him as if he'd grown a second head, then cooed a little. "Yeah, it looks whack. But come on." Jason shrugged and put the bottle down, wagging Damian's little toy dog instead. On what planet did this qualify as a dog? It looked more like a deformed elephant. The woman at the store had insisted it was a dog….he had to get Damian some more toys. All the parenting books said that babies needed good toys for development. "Come on buddy, get your..animal." Jason called. Damian laid his head on the quilt and sucked his thumb. Jason snapped a quick picture as the little boy nodded off, tuckered out by 'tummy time'. "Come on Dames, don't fall asleep just yet." Jason said, grunting as he got to his feet. The wound he'd sustained wasn't helping any, and the painkillers weren't working right, thanks to the pit. Oh well. "Come on kid, you can't fall asleep on your stomach." Jason rolled the sleepy baby over on his back. Big blue eyes batted up at him, laced with sleep. Looked like Bruce, a little. House of Wayne. Once upon a time, Jason had wanted to use the kid as leverage...but this was a baby, and his brother. He'd realized that, but realized it a little late. Damian deserved to grow up, shielded from batdad's nonsense and in a world without Joker. Godamn it, Talia was right. Having a 'family' around him had cleared his head. And screwed up his plans. Majorly. But he wouldn't trade it for anything. Besides, he'd nearly had Joker's brains splattered against the wall yesterday, right in front of Bruce's face. He'd make them watch, make them all watch when he pulled the trigger on Joker. For himself. For Barbara. For Damian. Maybe then, when Joker was dead, he'd present Damian to Bruce. Let Bruce wage war against the House of al Ghul while he and Damian ran for the hills. Then they'd double back and destroy both families. He couldn't kill Bruce, not until Damian was older. Jason was no Willis Todd, he was far from willing to force his brother into a life with no father. Picking sides would be Damian's choice, when he got older. But for now, it was Damian, Jason and Talia against the Joker and Batdad. Not a hard fight. Especially when Jason had the upper hand. "We're gonna be just fine." Jason smiled down at the sleeping baby. "We're already winning." Damian's eyelashes fluttered, and he let out a tiny snore. Jason picked him up and transferred him to his playpen, then wandered out of the living room and into the bedroom that he'd converted into a gym. A rumble of thunder burst through the room, and Jason paused, hoping it wouldn't wake Damian up. That was pretty loud, for thunder. The ground seemed to shake with the sound. The pull up bar he'd installed yesterday clattered to the ground, and he flinched lightly as an image of a crowbar flashed before his eyes. It felt as if something had hit him in the back, but he chalked it up to imagination. He was probably imagining the fog around him too. Some things Joker gave him, he could never get rid of. But Damian began to cry, loud, hysterical wails that sent fear up Jason's spine. Another rumble broke through the air as Jason sprinted out of the room. A sickening crack ricocheted through the house, and Jason unwillingly moved to the left as something brushed his right shoulder. A support beam. "Damian!" Jason had never moved so fast, weaving past and through the falling drywall and wood. He was only feet away from the playpen when Damian's wails choked to a stop, as if someone had turned them off. Through the fog and falling objects, he reached into the playpen and curled around the child, shielding him with his body as he tried to find an exit. Damian's body was limp in Jason's arms, not a cry or a coo. Jason risked a

glance at the child's closed eyes and pale, dust covered face. He shoved the blanket up to cover Damian's nose and rushed blindly into the direction of the doors. Behind him, a beam fell and what was left of the house shuddered. An eerie feeling washed over Jason, settling right in the pit of his stomach. Everything went quiet, but Jason tensed, alert. A hot burst of air slammed into his back, and he knew he'd been right to keep alert. Jason grunted as he was thrown into what was left of a wall, which crumbled, pinning his legs down. His mind fogged like a static TV, and he could feel warm air. Fire. Then realization hit. Damian was no longer in his arms. "Damian. Damian!" His throat was raw, coated in drywall dust and dirt. But he yelled on, hoping, needing to hear anything from the rubble. But there wasn't a sound. Jason pulled his leg from under the rubble and plowed through it to the best of his abilities, climbing over and under and around piles of garbage that had once been a house. There was an odd feeling in his leg, the only other thought that wasn't an urgent repeat of, "Find Damian!". But he quickly suppressed the feeling, because through the fog and dust and smoke, a tiny hand protruded from under a beam. Jason attempted to lift it, but couldn't. Damian was trapped under an air pocket, but any wrong movement would send it all crashing atop him. A lever. Jason searched desperately for a board or pole to use as a lever, but saw nothing. But then his eyes scanned over his own leg, and he had to look back at it. His foot was quite literally facing the wrong way. The odd feeling vanished and became a sharp pain that nearly took his breath away. Focus, Jason. The League had trained him as a sniper, and he was good at it. He excelled, even. But all snipers knew how to do one thing. Hyperfixate. And that skill, with the help of adrenaline, might just save both his and Damian's lives. Jason looked around the room once again, eyeing the position of the beam that Damian was under. If he could manage to get across the rubble, he could crawl into the air pocket and rescue Damian. Jason pulled his body up and over rubble, ignoring the extreme pain that was now burning through his body. At some point, that white agony would get the best of him, but for now, adrenaline was masking most of it. "Damian!" Jason called again, nearly falling over a piece of wall. His broken leg slammed into a sheet of metal, which dislodged. The beam began sliding, and Jason screamed, unwillingly. He felt his legs propelling him towards where his brother lay, and he pulled Damian into his arms and cringed as the beam fell down around them. "Damian...Dames." Jason panted as the dust settled, smoothing the dirt off his brother's pale face. The baby was too pale. He had to get him out of here. The falling rubble was controlling the fire, but smoke inhalation would kill them. And Damian had been unconscious for far too long, but there wasn't a single scratch on the child to evidence any injuries. Jason growled in frustration. "Damn it!" His entire body hurt, his leg most of all. Adrenaline was wearing off...the pain was mixing with the green light of the pit, and together they nearly blinded him. Rage, and pain. Great combination. He looked around for a way out. It was like a grave. Tight, and hard to breathe. No Jason. No. His breath caught, and he knew he'd just screwed up. There wasn't enough air in his lungs, and he could breathe it in quickly enough. He clutched Damian to his chest and tried to get in a breath, to no avail. Whimpers punctuated his breath, and the rational part of him could have laughed at himself. But he couldn't. Whimpers turned to screams, and nothing made sense anymore. He screamed the only name he knew would come for him. "Bruce! Bruce, please!" He could hear his own screams dying out, feel himself losing a grip on consciousness. "Dad! Dad...Bruce…" His voice rasped into a whisper, and he gritted his teeth. "Batman! Dad! I need you! Please...please dad!" Not a soul

stirred. "That's right. He's not coming for you." Joker whispered sadistically. Jason shook his head desperately, tears mixed with blood running down his face. "Shut up, you stupid clown! Please! Bruce. Bruce! Please!" Like a miracle on Christmas eve, a ray of light shone into their prison, and a familiar shadow fell across Jason, along with another pound of dust. Damian wailed, and Jason shielded himself and the child against the dust, then spiraled into an exhausted darkness. Four hours later, he pulled himself out of the pit of unconsciousness. "Dami?" Jason slurred, exhausted. "He's fine, Jay. With Alfred." That voice. Jason made an attempt to bolt upright, only to find that he was secured to the bed. "You have two broken legs, five ribs, son." Bruce muttered, undoing the restraints. They must have given him some hefty painkillers, since he could feel nothing. "Call me son again-" Jason snarled, his voice cracked and dry. "How am I your son, if you had the nerve to let him live?! I gave you the choice last night, Bruce. Save me, or save him. You threw a batarang at my throat instead." "Jason-" Bruce looked wounded, his jaw working with words he didn't know how to say. "No! You don't get to "Jason" me. Not after what you did. You don't deserve to have your son." "Jason." Jason looked up at Bruce. "What?" "I put a batarang in your throat?" Disbelief surged through Jason. "You didn't know? All those years of aiming those damn things, and you didn't know?" Bruce's face was as stone cold as ever. "No." Jason had probably imagined the look of sorrow on his father's face. It wasn't like Jason meant anything to him anymore. "It only nicked me, lucky for you. Doesn't even matter, I'm alive. Surprising, isn't it? You wanted me dead and him alive. What, you got a crush on him?" He looked away, unwilling to meet Bruce's eyes. "I hate him, Jason. I just can't kill him." "You screwed me over Bruce. All this," Jason gestured to himself, "Is your fault." "You have a son, Jason." Bruce said softly. "He's not my son. He's my brother." Jason replied, tone dark. "He's your son." There was a dead silence that almost resonated. Jason chanced a look at Bruce. For once in his life, the man looked truly stunned. Did he break him? "Bruce…?" "Talia's child?" Bruce whispered. "Yes." A sudden whim forced him to add, "And you can't have him. You're not going to get him killed too." "I wasn't going to make him a Robin." "Cut the bullcrap, Bruce!" Jason screamed, startling both himself and Bruce. "Yeah, maybe I almost got us both killed, but I've never put a gun or a batarang in his hand and told him to throw it!" Bruce hesitated before speaking. "It wasn't your fault. The city was destroying a building, and the explosion shook the foundation of other buildings. I couldn't get to you two as quickly as I should have. I'm sorry, Jaybird." Bruce sighed. Sorry. Sorry doesn't cut it, Bruce, Jason wanted to say. "Whatever, Bruce.", was all that came from his throat. "Not the first time you've forgotten me, anyways." "If I had known-" Rage surged through Jason. "Save it! Why the hell is he still alive? That's my only question. Why. Isn't. He. Dead? Don't kill him. Fine. But let me kill him. Look at Barbara! Isn't what he did to me enough?! When will it be enough, Bruce? When he murders Damian?" Hands gripped Jason's shoulders, and he stopped his tirade. "Son…" Bruce began, then stopped. Jason could feel his face crumple, not a word slipping past his dry lips. "I can't kill him, Jason. I can't let myself go off that edge. "You failed me, Bruce. When will it be enough?" Bruce didn't answer. Jason swallowed against the knot in his throat and spoke roughly. "I just want him dead. All I ever wanted was to make you proud...then you left me with him. That, the abandonment, it doesn't even hurt anymore, but I wanted you to kill him. For me." Jason's face twisted into a scowl that thankfully repressed the tears. "Make him die." He spat. "I can't, Jason. I'm sorry Jason. It's meaningless, but I'm

so sorry." Bruce looked physically pained. He's acting, Jason told himself. "If you're sorry, don't let him hurt anyone else." "I can't promise that." "I know you can't. But I can!" Jason yelled, finally. But instead of his rage getting the best of him, it all just evaporated. He felt nauseated, as if someone had punched him in the gut. But all he vomited up were words, words that he shouldn't say. "All I ever wanted was to make you proud...then you left me with him. I don't care about that...but didn't you care about me?" Bruce's expression darkened to something that Jason had never seen before. "I put the Joker in a body cast for a year. That permanent limp he has is evidence of it. I couldn't bring myself to murder him, because in his dead eyes, all I saw was myself in him. And it was all too peaceful. He tortured you for months. I'll torture him for the rest of his life." Bruce said the words like a vow, determination lacing his tone. Jason stared straight ahead in shock. Silence settled over the room. "You-when was Joker dead?" Jason finally asked, almost dreading the answer. "Dick killed him when he found out what happened. I couldn't let him live with the remorse, so I revived him." "Dick….killed him." Jason repeatedly slowly, almost dumbly. He wanted to feel anger that Bruce had brought the damn clown to life, but he couldn't. "He always had a temper." Bruce said lamely. Oh great, both of them were shutting down their emotions and verbalization. "Didn't think he'd go that far." "I did. He loves you, Jason." "Don't talk to me about Grayson. He managed to do what I've been trying to do." Jason managed a rough laugh. "Isn't it funny, Bruce?" Bruce only stared at him, a near pitiful expression on his face. It wasn't until Bruce hugged him that Jason realized that there were hot tears streaking down his cheeks. Slowly, Jason hugged back, blinking back the stinging wetness of his eyes. This, all this 'emotional seminar with the Batman' was a total mistake. So Jason let go of Bruce and pushed him a little to regain personal space. Bruce unsurprisingly was fine with taking back his boundaries. "You're doing alright, Jaylad. You took in a son that wasn't yours and you're raising him." "I took him in for all the wrong reasons." Jason bit his tongue. "And what are your reasons now?" "Touchè." Parents...and adoptive older brothers make mistakes with kids. They fail them and screw them up. But Jason's mistakes with Damian could be fixed. Jason couldn't. Not until the clown died. "You can always make the present better than the future." Bruce said. Dammit, old man. "Whatever." Valid points. Very valid points. "Who else trained you in manipulation?" Bruce just looked confused. Either this was more manipulation, or Bruce being bipolar by the days. Whichever one, Jason would try his luck. It was a mistake, destined for disaster. But he just couldn't help himself.

#jason todd angst #jason todd #batfam #batdad #baby damian #whumptober 2021 #writers on tumblr #Wrote it in school #Okay Batdad #Batman #batman and robin #bruce wayne #dcu #detective comics #dc comics #batman fandom #red hood angst

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squishneedsahero · 3 years

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Lost and Found

All or Nothing

Part 3 of 1

Word Count: 5456

Uhhh idk y'all I have cravings and just need to get them out. As always no smut cause we sex repulsed up in this house babes. Anyways this is a Loki x Bucky x Reader imagine. And also the reader is a werewolf.

Like I said it's a lot and idk but I needed it to be written

TW: Panic attacks, sedation, torture

A/N: This one is long... but I can’t seem to stop myself. Cute tags get me every time <3

Loki let his fists come slamming down on the coffee table in the middle of his shared suite. His chest heaves up and down with angry breaths when the table cracks in half beneath the weight of his fists. He's seething and turns instantly on the person who dares to lay a hand on his shoulder. He stops when he's face to face with the man he loves, he lets his masks drop and he puts his arms around Bucky, "they took her."

Bucky's arms lock firmly around Loki's midsection. "I know Lo, but we will get her back they can't hide her from us forever."

"No, they won't but I will make them pay for this," Loki growls.

Bucky can only agree, holding Loki tightly but blaming himself for the fact that you were gone. Something had gone south during your last mission, the team had been out and you had been separated. Lured away and captured by HYDRA, it was his fault for leaving your side, he should have seen it coming.

It's Loki's turn to comfort his boyfriend, knowing he's bound to be blaming himself just as much as he is himself. "It's not your fault Love."

"Then it's not your fault either," Bucky retorts and Loki can only sigh.

~~~~~

Your head is throbbing and the world is spinning when you peek your eyes open. The lights are too bright so you quickly close your eyes again with a groan. This was worse than any hangover you'd experienced and you knew you didn't know where you were from that slight glance around the room you'd gotten.

"She's waking up," a voice says that sounds more distant than it should be. You don't get a chance to react before you feel a prick on your arm and everything goes dark once again.

~~~~~

Bucky hadn't slept in days, neither had Loki. When Steve calls the team into a meeting the two men show up together, on their feet and functioning. Steve shares a glance with Thor that confirms his suspicion, that they aren't fit to go on a mission in this state.

Unfortunately he knew they couldn't stop the two from coming along on this one. For the first time in weeks they had a lead on you and your location. You'd been missing for nearly three months and the only way he and Thor would get the ones they called brother to rest was bringing you home.

Once everyone was gathered he started the briefing. They had a lead on you, a solid one and they were going to get you back. And get you back they did.

It's a few days later when they get back and though you seem to be remaining unconscious they refuse to leave your side. You're kept in the medical room and they make due with the one recliner that is at your bedside, taking turns sleeping in each other's laps and refusing to let you out of their sight.

~~~~~

You open your eyes again, dreading what was to come. Every time you woke up they would poke and prod you, run tests and many other painful things only to sedate you once again. This time though it doesn't come, there's no voice stating you're awake even if you don't move. Nothing but silence.

You decide to risk it and crack your eyes open to see that the room is dark. There's some dim lights lighting up the room, enough that you can get a look around you. When you open your eyes and nothing happens you decide to take another risk and move enough to look at something besides the ceiling.

When you look to your side you see them. Your Loki and your Bucky asleep on a recliner. You'd seen them so many times in your dreams and each time they were ripped away from you before you could get to them. Tears come to your eyes as you try for the millionth time to reach out and touch them, shock filling you when you poke Loki on the cheek.

A relieved gasp leaves you as you begin to sob they were actually there. Loki's eyes flutter open at your touch and he leaps off of Bucky's lap, waking him, and kneels at your bedside, "y/n," it comes out as nothing more than a whisper.

You inhale shakily and grasp desperately at him. You open your mouth but aren't able to get any words out, Bucky appears next to Loki, his hand on your cheek. You're shaking as you try to get to them but you're too weak to move. Bucky, who is standing, gently lifts you off the hospital bed and holds you in his arms.

You clutch at his shirt as he moves to sit on the bed with you in his arms. He gently presses a kiss to your forehead and Loki sits next to the both of you, gently putting his arms around the both of you. You cry and hold tightly to them, hardly believing that you were actually there in their arms.

It's hours later when you stir again, instantly waking the two men who were curled protectively around you despite the fact that you didn't do anything besides open your eyes. You don't try and move, you don't want too, this is the first time you feel safe in who knows how long. They'd kept you sedated so you had no idea how long they had you or how long you'd been gone. Loki's gentle fingers run through your hair and you lean into it, "Loki," his name breathlessly passes your lips.

"Welcome home darling," he says and presses a kiss to your cheek.

You turn a bit distracted and ask gently, "Bucky?"

"I'm here doll," he says reassuringly from the other side of you and you feel his hand rest on your arm.

Relaxing with both your boys there you smack your lips and gently say, "I'm hungry,"this gains gentle laughs from the both of them.

"We'll have someone bring something up, we need to let the others know you're awake as well, they need to check over you."

You instantly shake your head, "no- no tests," you're hyperventilating, "I can't- I don't. Not now, I'm fine I don't need them I'm safe- I'm okay-"

"Shhh shhh shhh," Loki soothes you gently, "we won't let them hurt you but we need to be sure that you're alright."

You shake your head, "no."

That's when Bucky tightens his grip around you, "no tests. As long as you eat and drink no tests," he says firmly with a look at Loki who seems to want to protest but shuts his mouth.

You sniffle and rub your face against his chest, wiping some tears away. "Thank you-" you say shakily as you hold tightly to him.

"It's okay doll, we won't let any harm come to you. We have you now."

The weight of Loki on the bed disappears, startling you, and you jump to a sitting position, "where- where'd he go-" your fear fogged brain causing you to desperately grasp at the sheets where he had been moments before.

Bucky's arms securely settle around your waits. "Don't worry, he'll be back, he went to tell the others and get you something to eat." You slowly nod and relax into his grip.

"How- how long was I-"

"Three months," he responds knowing your question. "You we're missing for three months, we located and rescued you four days ago... y/n I'm so sorry it took us so long to find you- I'm so sorry for whatever they did to you-"

You shake your head and twist in his grip to face him, gently moving his arms to hold you more tightly. "No- don't it isn't your fault. It isn't Loki's fault, it's only their fault- I don't even know what they did to me-" His silence and lack of response unnerves you and you lean back to cup his cheek and make him look at you, "what is it?"

He opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted by the door swinging open rapidly and a yell, "y/n! You're awake!" It's Tony but it doesn't stop you from flinching.

Bucky whirls on him for startling you, but Loki beats him to it, "cool it Stark, you startle her again and you will be leaving this room, on your own or being carried depends on how I'm feeling." With that the other love of your life returns and settles on the bed next to you and Bucky. Loki insists on feeding you himself, quite intimate for him considering that there are others in the room.

With him feeding you and Bucky holding you tightly, you don't even notice the few tests Tony and Bruce run on you. Just a few things to confirm you were alright enough that your boys could take you back to your room where you'd be the most comfortable. You were fine, and Bruce gently told them so before he left the room, taking Tony with him since he was the only one who was still lingering. Loki finishes feeding you before he wraps his strong arms tightly around you and Bucky, then teleports you directly to your shared bed.

It's a week or so before you're finally ready to do something besides sleep, eat and cuddle. This is also when you finally become more aware of your surroundings to notice you don't exactly feel normal, but you don't mention it, instead you softly say, "I'd like to get cleaned up."

For the hundredth time your two boys share a glance, somewhere between nervous and scared. "What is it?" You ask them, "you keep doing that and I'm going to find out eventually so you might as well tell me."

That's when they simultaneously sigh, but it's Loki who speaks, with his silver tongue that could keep you calm no matter the news. "Dearest, when we got you back from HYDRA, you were- are different. We aren't exactly sure what it is they did to you but you look different, though you're still as beautiful as ever."

You look at him, confusedly then glance at Bucky. "What do you mean look different?" You ask cautiously as you slowly move to get off the bed.

"It would be best if you just looked in a mirror love," he says in that same calming tone, which was doing anything but calm you at the moment.

You get off the bed and they both follow you to the bathroom. You find a mirror and can only stare at yourself, a hand reaching up to touch your cheek. The hair on your arms is extra thick, you look down and see that that is also the case with your legs. You look back in the mirror, your hand still on the thin patch of hair on your cheek, and stare at your extra bushy eyebrows, your hair that was now a weird mix of your natural hair and the fur which you had in your wolf form. Your one ear is a normal human ear and the other has a weird tuft of hair on it like a wolf's ear does. But the thing that stands out the most is the fact that your eyes, though still their normal color were the eyes of a wolf, "what the hell did they do?" You ask softly.

"We don't know doll, that's why Lo insisted on allowing Tony and Bruce to run those tests," he speaks softly, letting his hand rest on your shoulder in comfort.

With a shake of your head you turn away from the mirror, "okay- I can't handle this right now so I'm going to ignore it." With that you grab Loki and Bucky's hands in yours, now noticing that your fingernails are different, not claws but not fingernails. Once again you shake your head and drag them after you, "come on, we're going to take a shower and you guys are going to wash me because right now just looking at myself isn't something I want to deal with so I'm definitely not touching myself."

Loki takes the chance to distract you, pulling you tightly against his chest, "that sounds wonderful darling."

It's probably two hours later when you're all done in the shower, feeling thoroughly clean and satisfied. They'd done very well making sure you were nothing but comfortable the entire time. When you were done you stole their clothes to wear, feeling more comfortable in one of their hoodies and sweats, covering yourself once again.

You're feeling quite a bit better after the shower so you agree to go downstairs to eat, knowing the others have been worried and have been bothering your boys about being able to see you. You just had to go down there long enough to eat then it would be right back to your room.

Despite having hardly any memories of what HYDRA had done to you there were certain things that would trigger you and you'd begin to panic. Very little was known about what had occurred besides the few details you remembered. That you'd been sedated anytime you woke up, unless they needed something from you in which case you'd wake in a brightly lit room and over the intercom they'd give you directions. If you didn't comply then zap, they shocked you and you were in such a bad space of mind that was all it took to get you to do what they wanted.

Your boys stay close to you despite the fact that it's only the team there as you get some food and sit on the couch. The three of you claimed your usual oversized chair where you kind of just pile on top of one another and stay close to each other. One of them always has at least a hand on you if not their arm around your waist.

You look up from your food, somehow knowing that Tony was opening his mouth to make some comment. As soon as you make eye contact with him you quietly say, "if you want to say something dumb then go ahead but I'm too tired to prevent Loki from doing something and Bucky won't either because they won't let me out of their sight."

Tony snaps his mouth shut, rolls his eyes and says, "well hello to you too."

Thor booms out a laugh and slaps Tony on the back, also going to say something but stops when Loki glares daggers at him. The suddenness of the sound had your hands trembling and you were grateful Bucky had insisted upon holding your plate. You shake your head gently and place a hand on Loki's arm, "Thor, could you maybe keep the volume to a minimum, I still have no idea what they did to me and I seem sensitive to anything sudden and loud." You can see he feels bad but before he can apologize you offer a soft smile, "or maybe just announce if you're going to laugh, so I have warning."

Your soft joke lessens the tension in the room, allowing everyone to see that you were still yourself even after all those months. Some small laughs escape a few of your friends and Steve speaks up, "how are you feeling?"

You look at him, your hands no longer trembling, "physically fine. Mentally I honestly don't know yet and I'm ignoring that still."

He nods, understanding your unspoken words that you aren't going to talk about it.

"All of your vitals are normal," Bruce speaks up, "but once you're ready it would probably be best to get you in the training room to try and figure things out."

"Yeah, I know. I want to figure it out too but like I said I'm going to be ignoring my problems until further notice."

Further notice ends up being about two weeks later, in the late evening. "Dearest," Loki says gently, "tonight is the full moon," he reminds you gently.

"Great," you sigh. "I'm going by myself tonight, we don't know what HYDRA did and I don't want to hurt either of you." Bucky's mouth opens as he wants to argue, you put a finger to his lips, "Buck, Love, I'm doing it myself and if that means I have to get the others to guard the door so you don't come in then I will."

You shift your hand and run your thumb gently over his lip, before kissing him. Once done he sighs, "alright, Lo and I will wait here until we can come get you in the morning." That gains a smile from you as you kiss them both intimately before you have to head down to your cell.

It's a bit early when the door is locked behind you, but with the time you change varying it's better safe than sorry. This leaves you alone with your thoughts, leading to you taking the time to observe your hairy arms and legs. Feeling the random patches of hair on your face and ears.

Over the last couple weeks every time you looked in the mirror your face had been slightly different. Sometimes you'd have nearly no skin showing at all, other times you'd be practically back to yourself.

Whatever they had done had you stuck somewhere between both of your forms, in a weird awkward place where it was just uncomfortable no matter what and you couldn't get used to it cause it kept changing. You end up silently crying over it, the scars and the trauma still there even if most of it was just darkness and dreams, not dreams nightmares. You get it off your mind and lay back on the padded floor, waiting to change.

You wait and wait and wait, eventually loosing track of time in the padded room since there was nothing breakable in there. Eventually the door opens and you sit up, looking confusedly at Loki and Bucky who had opened it. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean? The sun has risen enough it is safe to come get you," Loki says and offers you a hand to help you off the floor.

You take the hand and stand up. You can't help but ask, "are you sure? I never- I never changed?"

Once again they share one of those glances before answering you, causing you to roll your eyes. "You didn't change?"

You shake your head at Bucky's question, "no, I didn't I was up all night and know I didn't sleep because I have too much adrenaline when I'm expecting it."

"Are you feeling alright?" Loki asks, the concern in his voice clear to you and Bucky.

You take a moment to evaluate yourself, before nodding, "I'm fine. I feel how I have every other day..." you trail off in thought before asking, "what about my face?"

"Your face?"

"Yeah, my face. Is it hairy," you pull the hoodie off your head, "do my ears look weird?"

You don't realize until Loki sets his hands on your shoulders that you've started trembling yet again, he takes a moment to study your face before answering you, "it isn't as hairy as it has been these last few days... Might I ask why?"

"Just- just a thought," you say, your mind reeling. You want to roll the sleeves of your sweatshirt up again to look at your hair arms but you can't bring yourself to do so there in the middle of the compound. Your feet are moving before your mind processes that they are, you're running towards your shared suite, your goal the bathroom.

You slide to a stop in front of the mirror staring at your face that was for the most part back to normal in every single way. Once you're done observing your face you begin stripping yourself, quickly taking all of your clothing off as Loki and Bucky enter the bathroom after you. You stare at your arms and legs then look at your boyfriends and extend your limbs as though they couldn't already see the fact that you were completely back to your normal self, "I'm- its-" you're so overwhelmed that you can't get the words out.

After seeing it for yourself that you were back to normal, that you somehow hadn't transformed into a wolf the night before your next goal is to figure out what the hell was wrong with you. Suddenly all the fears you'd had the last few weeks are pushed from your mind by the confusion, to the point that you nearly run out of your suite in the nude to go find Tony and Bruce to have them run some tests. Nearly though, Bucky catches you as your hand reached the door handle and he and Loki knock some sense into you by simple reminding you that moments before you had stripped down to nothing.

So, after a frustrated huff you go get some clothes from your closet, showing some skin for the first time in a long time, and a lot of skin at that. You choose a sports bra and some athletic shorts, quickly slipping them on before you take off, this time not being stopped. You round the corner into the lab and skid to a stop, unsuccessfully due to the socks you were wearing causing you to glide across the polished floor.

They aren't there, you three plus Steve would be the only ones up at this hour of the morning, "FRIDAY! GET BRUCE AND TONY!"

"Will do miss l/n."

With that you begin pacing just to realize that you had somehow out run both Loki and Bucky as they were barely rounding the same corner you'd skid around 30 seconds before. "Did you walk?" you ask them in shock.

"No, you ran, faster than we were expecting-" Bucky huffs as he catches his breath, "you might be able to out pace Steve with how fast you were going." You nod, and resume your pacing, you mind going too fast fro your mouth to make words.

"Finally!" you shout when Tony enters the lab 10 minutes later.

"What is it that caused you to wake me at this ungodly hour of the morning?" He shoots you a glare then stops in his tracks, "-wait, you aren't hairy anymore, what happened?" He picks up his pace suddenly intrigued.

"I don't know I didn't change last night, I was up all night I know I didn't I was still waiting to change when they came to get me and and I looked like this, I'm normal again and I want to know why the f*ck I am-"

Your rambling is interrupted by Bruce entering your view, a shocked look coming over his face.

"We don't know, thats why we're here," Tony answers before you can start rambling again. "Friday- Get me some coffee, extra strong I'm going to need it," he says before he gestures to a chair for you to sit on where he and Bruce begin their tests.

Nothing.

"Nothing?" You ask confused.

"There is nothing, you have all the same vitals you had before you were taken," Bruce repeats himself hours later.

Your mind spins and you can't even comprehend that you aren't at all different after all the shit you'd been through with HYDRA. That's when Bucky speaks up, "are you sure? This morning when she ran down here we had to pick up the pace to catch her and we're still here after she'd called Friday."

Tony raises a brow at that then turns to you and out for the blue asks, "what kind of food did they order for lunch?"

"Chinese takeout and pizza," you answer right away. This gets confused looks from everyone, including yourself as Tony gets that excited glint in his eyes.

He turns to see if they others are impressed but when he's met with confused looks he shakes his head. "Okay I'll spell it out for all of you," he spins in his seat to face you again, "you've always been a werewolf. That has always been a part of who you are-"

Your eyes widen as you realize something ten seconds too late, "they never told us what they were ordering..."

"Exactly! Now you're getting it!" He cheers.

Loki decides to just ask the question how it is, "so you're saying she's always been a wolf so she isn't any different but now he senses are enhanced even in human form?"

"Well, if you want to say it that way then yes. At least that's what I think and I am hardly ever wrong," Tony says cockily before standing up to walk away.

"Really Tony?" You ask shooting to your feet after him, "you're just going to say that then walk away?"

He laughs and pats you on the shoulder, "well, I'm glad to see you're feeling better but yes I'm walking away. They got pizza and Chinese takeout, as you would say; I'm tired. I'm hungry. I will not be doing anything until further notice."

You roll your eyes and pout a bit, he was right you would and had said that many times. "Fine, but after that we're figuring this out," you say following him.

"Fine, if you really doubt me we can do a few more tests."

You look up at the sky, exasperated, "oh no, why would I ever question Tony Stark the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist?" You ask in a dramatic tone before deadpanning at him and saying, "oh yeah, because your ego is so big you can't see around it unless I knock it down!"

This only gains laughs from everyone but, Tony, who puts a hand to his chest as though he's offended, "fine then I won't help you."

You go to once again retort in a similar manner but a pair of arms lock themselves around your waist and stop you from continuing to follow Tony and Bruce. "It's good to have you back to yourself darling," Loki breathes in your ear, effectively distracting you. Bucky puts his arms around the both of you and before you can get more caught up in the moment Loki teleports you to the kitchen before releases you and Bucky from his arms.

Steve looks up from his plate, "we heard yelling is everything alright?"

"Yeah, Tony is just being an ass," you say and stalk over to steal either an entire box of pizza or your favorite Chinese takeout.

Your preoccupation with the food keeps you from seeing the looks everyone shares with each other. You had been like a ghost these last few weeks. You had tried to joke to make them comfortable and show you were alright but they could all tell your heart wasn't in it. Whenever you spoke, if you spoke, it was hardly more than a whisper, just the day before you hadn't raised your voice loud enough to be heard across the room.

Now here you were about ready to cuss out Tony, so back to your usual mannerisms. When you'd come to live with them, once you finally opened up you had unofficially claimed Tony as a brother figure and the both of you had fully embraced it. How long this would last nobody knew but they'd enjoy it while they had it.

Once your hands are full of food, that's when Tony finally shows up so you have to make do with merely sticking your tongue out at him rather than flipping him off. You weren't at all mad at him, you had all been working all day on this, it was just annoying that he chose now rather than earlier to point out that you all should eat. You don't get back to work that day, once you stop going you're exhausted and come to a complete halt with anything and everything besides talking and finally catching up with everyone as well as lounging in Loki and Bucky's laps while they both somehow shared you favorite chair.

You crash hard that night, not moving until at least noon the next day even though Loki and Bucky were up and down since they felt more okay leaving you to get things done. When you finally do wake up you brush your teeth then immediately head down to find Tony. You find him and all he says is, "so you're finally awake, I could have sworn you were dead with how long you slept."

This time you do flip him off before asking, "where do we start so that you can prove you're right? I'm not trusting it until I test it because I'd rather not die from doing something dumb and I think everyone would prefer that."

Tony rolls his eyes, "yeah yeah, we'd all prefer you live but only because those two boyfriends of yours might suddenly decide to go back to how they were when their minds were being controlled but this time of their own free will."

You snort, "and thats the only reason?"

He nods, "yeah, that is the only reason we keep you around."

Bruce joins the two of you to help, also thoroughly intrigued by whatever is going on with you, though more than once you can see that he mentally facepalms at you and Tony's dumb banter you would not stop. Seeing as you felt the same way you had when you'd first woken up you couldn't tell if things were off, it made it difficult to figure everything out. Finally you bring up what Bucky had said the morning before, "maybe, we could have me run? I haven't done anything physical since I got back, whereas I can't exactly stop smelling and hearing to notice a difference."

"That would have been a smart place to start. Why didn't you suggest that earlier?" Tony asks with a shake of his head.

"Hey, it's not my fault, you're the one who claims to be a genius."

Bruce cuts in, "you two go ahead and do that, I'm going to keep looking at the results to see if I can pick anything up." That's his nice way of saying please go away. So, you and Tony leave.

Honestly you were surprised that you hadn't seen Loki or Bucky most of the day, they'd been stuck to you like velcro and now they were just poof gone. You'd tried to tell them you were fine before this but they hadn't left you alone, so you were kind of glad that they had finally taken you up on it even if you missed them for abandoning you with Tony... Bruce probably regretted it too. When you enter the training room it makes sense where they had gone, the two men were sparing, not each other but Thor and Steve, refreshing their skills that they'd taken a break from for you, despite the fact that they'd been doing it for so long three weeks wouldn't make a difference.

Loki gets a bit distracted by your entrance and gets knocked across the room by Thor, who was still focused on the fight. This of course leads to Loki stabbing Thor, all in good fun, but you still shake your head and throw your hands up in the air in exasperation. Loki just looks at you and shrugs, not looking at all apologetic. Luckily Steve and Bucky had both stopped so the stab wound was the only injury.

"What are you doing down here?" Steve asks.

"Physical tests."

"What kind of physical?"

Thats when you speak, instead of letting Tony answer for you, "you want to race?" you ask with the slightest of smirks. Everyone in the room except Steve and Thor knew somewhat about what was going on with you, because you had effectively kept the topic elsewhere the day prior.

Steve raises an eyebrow, confused, "if you'd like too."

"Yep!" you respond with the slightest bounce up onto your toes as you do. Everyone takes a seat besides you and Steve, who walks over to join you on the track running around the outside of the room. "Run how you normally would, I'm trying to see something."

"Alright," Steve says with a nod.

The two of you start, and Steve quickly falls behind you, you gain ground quickly the first quarter mile, but after that Steve slowly but surely catches up, and when he does you stop. "Okay," you glance at Tony.

"What was that?" Steve asks, also coming to a stop and breathing deeply.

You look at Steve once more. "I think that somehow they combined both halves of me into one, I can't turn into a wolf but I'm still a wolf."

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bakutae · 4 years

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bnha headcanons #7

today's menu:

a splash of todoroki shouto, two teaspoons of bakugou katsuki and three shots of kaminari denki

scenario:

having a s/o who is chubby

author's note:

thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy this :D

todoroki shouto

lowkey adores your curves and will worship it

he loves cuddling with you and being the big spoon regardless because he loves how your curves just fit so perfectly in his hands

he adores being tangled up in the sheets with you, as his arms are securely around you, holding you tight with so much affection

he loves kissing your soft cheeks so much, and loves how squishy they are

so he'll squish your cheeks, caress them and all the while he'll be looking at you like you're his entire world

'i'm holding my entire world in my hands right now.'

tells you you're beautiful every single day without fail

negative thoughts begone

he really feels upset when you complain about your weight and tell him that you wished you were skinnier

he'll be really disappointed in himself for not being able to convince you otherwise and he'll be more clingy than usual

'y/n, you're perfect, you know that right? i love you so much, all of you.'

istg he'll make you feel so confident because he's such a great and supportive boyfriend and hypes you up all the timee

will lowkey make you take photos with him a lot, just to gush about how cute you look and how compatible the two of you are

doesn't hesitate to say things that will turn your cheeks pink, even in bright daylight, with people surrounding the both of you

he proudly flaunts you in the streets and it's sometimes really embarrassing and you try to dissipate his proud aura around him

'i'm just showing off what's mine, and she happens to be the most beautiful person on earth.'

you'll be too embarrassed by his words to even tell him off

he's so lovey dovey with you that when he goes out with his friends, he constantly gets teased by them

but he'll just show thema picture of the two of you together and say 'isn't y/n the cutest?'

his friends will take that as a cue to agree cause he adores you so much that he can talk about you for hours, and no one except shouto wanted that

all in all, shouto would admire you so much and would really openly show you how much he loves you through his encouragements and actions and we all love that (´ω`)

bakugou katsuki

bakugou lives for your thighs period.

he loves to touch them, he loves to sleep in between them, he loves to tuck himself between your legs and wrap them around him

he feels really safe and secure when he's there and can lowkey stay there for weeks and he wouldn't even leave still

whats hunger who's that don't know her

protective boyfie alert!!

anyone who even dares to talk bad about you will suffer

once y'all were out on a quick date outside and were strolling around, a kid who was with his mother walked past you

when y'all walked past them though, you heard the boy yell 'mummy! why is the lady bigger than her friend?'

blasty boy will instantly scowl at the boy, but the little kid isn't fazed at all, or he just didn't notice, but he carried on spewing nonsense

'mummy, look at her! why aren't you looking? if my friend was that big i'd be really scared, why isn't her friend scared?'

ok but his mother would lowkey be embarrassed for him and step in front of the kid protectively because of bakugou's presense

you weren't going to lie, you were really hurt, and the fact that it was a kid saying it made it worse since kids are more honest than adults

bakugou would be all up in the boy's face, sneering at him and daring him to repeat what he said, which would cause the boy to cry really loudly and cause a huge commotion

you'd be really embarrassed cause you don't really want to draw attention to yourself so you try to pull bakugou away from the scene

when he sees the panic in your eyes, he immediately stops and rushes to your side

he knows how insecure you feel when people stare at you so he'll glare at the mother-and-son duo one more time before leaving, with his arms around your shoulder

when y'all get far enough, the two of you stop walking and rest on a public bench and he'll give you a kiss before laying on your lap

your fingers instantly move to his hair, and you brush through his hair as his gaze is on you, watching your every move

'thank you for that' you tell him

yes, it wasn't the best reaction to have but you really appreciated him for trying his best to defend you

'you're beautiful, okay? inside and out. no shitty kid is going to tell you otherwise yeah?' he smiles gently at you as he reaches up to ruffle your hair

he grins at you from below as the two of you basked in the afternoon glow with him on your thighs

'i love you'

kaminari denki

your personal masseur

sore at your thighs? denki will fix that

sore at your back? denki will fix that

feeling sore and you suffer silently? denki will fix that; and will also apply a bit more pressure while gently chiding you to tell him when anything aches anywhere

he's really sympathetic and will listen to you when you whine about how your breasts hurt when you climb down the stairs fairly quickly and complaining about how your sports bra was in the wash and therefore nothing to push them down

he finds the whole talk really hilarious ngl but because of how you genuinely were in pain and you sounded so passionate he couldn't help but release a small chuckle

music to your ears oh my gosh

cue the pout on your face and denki will be soft again

he can't really do anything about your chest problem but he'll just listen and gently massage you, which would cause you to yelp mid-sentence from the pain

denki would lowkey be stunned for a moment everytime you whine, and he'll apologise for hurting you and you have to really get it into his head that massages that don't hurt are doing nothing to your flesh

after the massages he'll always get you to sit on his lap to lock the two of you in a permanent cuddle position for a couple of hours

you'll resist, and tell him how you're afraid of stopping blood circulation to his legs and how he'll not get any blood flow and how his legs will start to ache because of your weight

'nonsense, i want my girl to sit on my lap and she will sit on my lap. i won't accept that excuse and i better not hear that ever again, thank you come again.'

i feel like he'll also lowkey buy you all sorts of things to lessen your discomfort

he starts throwing all sorts of things that he deems useful into his shopping basket and ends up spending quite the fortune

more sports bras? check. more face masks? check. face roller? check. more potato chips? check.

he even buys you those weird products that only japan has that will apparently lessen your troubles because he thought they were cool

he brings everything home and lines it up for you to use and throws the receipt away before you find it

he knew you'd lecture him on spending so much and buying so many useless stuff but he really wanted to make you feel more comfortable

awww baby 🥺🥺

needless to say, y'all have a great time unwrapping everything from its packaging and trying it out on you

the next day, your friends tease you about the weird glow on your skin, and no one believes that it's not post-coitus natural glow but just a full on spa night you had at home 😭😭

oh golly i forgot my taglist so here we go! @sushij1ma @shiggywiggy and @sugacookiies I MISS SPELLING BNHA-HOMEROOM SM 😭

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alchemist-shizun · 4 years

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Why and wherefore

Ts taglist: @whizzie72 @sapphire-knight @burningpersonflapsuitcase @softanxiouspatton @royallyanxious @kim-argent-moon @lance-alt @suffering-is-my-comfort-zone @sometimeswritingsometimesdying @pushussmollworld @mylifeisadeceit @spooky-scary-virgil @angstyfanfiction @artissijam @logicalberry @pistachio-lan @roses-bubbles (tell me if you want to be added or removed)

Specific fic taglist: @princessnoodlebug @pinkie-does-fandoms @punsandpodcasts @aceacebaby12345 @not-so-daily-deceit-doodles @pleasantpostmoon @justanotherfanderwriter @mudpuddlenl @sapphic-nd @linhammon-roll-bromance101 @sar-kasstic

Word Count: 2,662

Characters: Mainly Deceit, Virgil and Remus, other sides and Thomas are there briefly.

Pairing(s): Everything's platonic babes

Warning(s): Paranoia, anxiety, angst, crying, fear of abandonment, overthinking, internalizing emotions (tell me if I missed anything)

Summary: Necklaces shared for a never ending friendship. One that paused, but never stopped glowing under dark cloth. And one that, eventually, will shine in the light again.

A/N: Oof I'm so late! Happy birthday to Deceit, this is in his honour, of course I could only gift him angst. I hope y'all like it, it didn't turn out how I expected it to, but maybe you can appreciate it more than me. That said, enjoy!

✾

❝ Take your time, take it from me.

It ain't yours, and nothing comes free.

I'll keep your time 'til someone can see,

When the beat hits your feet,

Aren't you lost and lonely? ❞

Thump, thump, thump.

Virgil jolted up, despite being awake for as long as he had tried to put himself to sleep. No matter how hard he forced his eyes and mind to shut, his breathing and heartbeat wouldn't slow down.

What if, his thoughts told him, driving him sick, what if they abandoned you?

He brought his hands to his face and dug his nails onto his forehead as though to shut that voice up.

They did already, didn't they? Virgil growled, not wanting to believe that, you're in the dark by yourself. They don't want you. You're alone.

That one last line stuck with him and replayed everywhere, in front of him, written on the walls, on the stars. Howling in the wind there was loneliness.

His only loyal companion.

Tears had just started streaming down his face when the door of his room opened with a soft click.

Virgil looked at his side and found Deceit turning on his bedside lamp before focusing on the kid half-trembling on the mattress.

« Hey, sweetie. » his melodious voice had an instant calming down effect.

He reached out and moved from his face a lock of hair which was hiding his eyes. Virgil sniffed one last time.

« Had a nightmare? » Deceit's tone changed to a bittersweet one.

This kid shook his head and gripped at the covers tighter.

« Are you going to leave? »

« Oh, Virgil. » Deceit's expression possibly softened more, he then took Virgil's hands and smiled at him, capturing his attention with his eyes. « There will never be a reason for me to do that. » he reassured.

But Virgil wasn't convinced. He stopped crying, yet his gaze fell to the ground.

Deceit looked around, searching for something to spark an idea into him.

« Listen here. » he finally said, gaining a glance from Virgil. « Would you like something to remind you I'll always be here? »

Anxiety seemed to genuinely reflect, he would have made a good use of a material object for when he couldn't reach out to anyone.

He nodded.

« How about this? » Deceit cupped his hands, everything around his palms and fingers glowed of a bright light that blinded both of their eyes.

As it died, it revealed two necklaces with different coloured and shaped pendants, one of a two-headed snake and a storm cloud with a lightning bolt.

Deceit handed Virgil the yellow one. « You can have my symbol, so it can comfort you whenever you need me. » he asserted. The kid let the necklace fall gently in his palms, eyes widened with the surprise of such a treasure.

« Are they like the bracelets you and Remus share? » he questioned while his fingers worked on undoing the lock of his new accessory.

Deceit helped him in the process until it finally hanged around his neck. « Sort of. » he allowed with a small nod.

He smiled to himself as Virgil admired the pendant.

« As for me, » he then continued, undoing his own storm cloud necklace. « I'll wear this for as long as you're important to me. » his hand lingered on the purple cloud. « Which I know is a time that will never end. »

Virgil smiled softly and surged forwards to wrap his arms around Deceit's chest. The other returned the hug, maybe a bit tighter than needed, such was his fondness for the side.

« Do you need me to stay for the night? »

« No, it's okay. » Virgil loosened the embrace, then brushing the chain of his necklace. « I have you here, anyway. » he laid back down on his bed, satisfied with the gift.

After kissing his forehead and tucking his sheets, Deceit wished him a goodnight and went back to tend to his own tasks in the peace of the night.

✾

Deceit couldn't understand.

They had worn them proudly for years.

No matter what they were doing, where they were going, their necklaces were always with them, or at least by their side.

So he couldn't understand it when Virgil had come back to the dark sides' living room with no sign of the trademark yellow snake shining on his shirt.

It had brought Deceit's mood down, especially when Anxiety so nonchalantly talked to him and Remus, not realizing his deed.

Yet, he didn't speak up about it.

He simply bit his tongue and tasted bitter displeasure.

It wasn't like the end of the world was upon him, and maybe that didn't mean anything at all or perhaps he had really been overthinking it too much.

But what if he was right?

Or still completely wrong: it could have meant a completely positive thing! Virgil didn't need reassurance anymore, he didn't need a constant reminder anymore, he didn't … need him anymore.

So the tormenting feeling loomed over Deceit before he was able to defeat it entirely.

Multiple questions of inevitable impending doom filled his thinking loud enough for him to be unable to follow the conversation.

He was clearly overreacting, wasn't he?

Virgil had noticed his change in demeanour over time, the almost imperceptible shift he had made.

He asked Deceit whether he was okay or not, called him back into the conversation when he zoned out, tried to confront him on multiple occasions with no success whatsoever.

He had also stopped him once, tugging at his sleeve before he could get away. Virgil was used to do that, always too timid to speak up first.

Deceit turned to face him, who calmly stared back at him, trying his best to mask his suspicion.

« What's wrong? » Virgil's voice was so low it struggled to come out.

Deceit shrugged. « I don't know. Everything's okay. » as much as lying was his thing, he had refrained from doing it during a serious conversation before.

« I'm not so sure about that. » Anxiety's gaze fell to the floor.

« You think there's something wrong? »

« I guess, I mean- you … » he gesticulated, unable to express himself.

« So it's me. » who would've thought.

« I don't know! » Virgil's tone got louder with exasperation. « You're just so off lately. »

« Care to elaborate? » Deceit squinted his eyes, sounding neutral as ever, which never let Virgil understand whether he was stepping in the right or wrong direction.

« You don't tell me what's on your mind anymore. » there it was. « You avoid any conversation about your feelings or issues, just like you were doing right now. » Virgil's mouth scrunched. « It's like you don't trust me. Like everything changed at once and … I don't know. » he was wearing the necklace that day. Deceit found it hypocritical. « Did I do something wrong? »

« No. »

« Then what is it? » he urged, he couldn't just roam in the oblivion much longer.

« It's nothing, like I told you. » Deceit's own voice got higher, but kept up the act. There was no way he was going to let him know.

Virgil brushed his hands on his face, defeated. « Do you just want me to leave you alone? » he finally asked, eyes slightly wider.

« Yes! »

Silence. Silence because Deceit thought he could have stopped himself when he didn't. When he should have.

And he was going to regret it.

« Okay. » Virgil murmured and stood up from his seat. « Alright. » he left the room without sparing a single glance for him.

Deceit blinked multiple times and reached for his pendant, which was now digging in his palm. There was a slight shot of pain while he reminded himself that it was just a bad day and Virgil was going to forget and those tears pooling in his eyes weren't necessary and he could have let his emotions go numb so he couldn't suffer.

He let go of the pendant, breathed out deeply and everything was fine.

Everything was fine.

✾

Remus had been helpful. Truly helpful, if only Deceit wasn't so stubborn.

He tried to get help, get suggestions and then never acted on them. Which then became his point to never ask for opinions: why would you let others down with your inaction when you could just … bottle it up and never bring it up again?

Deceit was going to learn why it was wrong the hard way.

Remus had suggested to talk to Virgil, let him know of all his paranoid thoughts, and he was kind of convinced.

But when the air felt too cold and constricting around them whenever they were together, it was simply impossible.

And it was also too late.

There was a door they never opened, one that led to the light sides' part of the mindscape.

That day, Virgil opened it and he wasn't wearing his usual clothes, nor the necklace.

Remus and Deceit stared at him, one in silent disbelief, the other was … too indescribable.

« Are you going to leave? » said like a mother to a son on a Saturday night, but with a completely different meaning.

Virgil stared back at Deceit with a dull expression, the same neutral glare that had glanced back at him until then. « I don't think you should wear that necklace anymore. »

He closed the door behind himself and left the sore aura to dawn on the remaining sides.

« Dee? »

Deceit was staring ahead of himself.

There, he had ruined everything. Not only he had just lost Virgil, but also disappointed Remus for not following his suggestions.

« Deceit? »

He was going to be mad, he was going to fight with him and then leave too.

You wanted to be left alone, didn't you?

« Hoi. » Deceit looked up at him and realized he was pushing the pendant into his skin again.

With a swift movement, he pulled the necklace to the side and broke the chain free from his neck, then threw it and let it fall onto the other side of the couch.

Deceit got up and marched to his room.

Remus picked up the necklace, a sour look still painting his face with bitterness; he started to fix the chain and ultimately sighed.

« When are you going to give a proper reaction? »

He left the necklace by his room and then headed to the imagination.

There was a lot of stuff he needed to vent.

✾

Not many days had passed. However, they were all the same and neither had gotten used to it.

Deceit was at the kitchen counter, like every other morning, and Remus was trying to get his attention, like in every other interaction they had.

« You're not wearing your necklace? »

« No. » Deceit's moves were almost mechanical, his voice low, half-lidded eyes careless of where they set upon.

« Lies. » Remus reached out and gently pulled the chain out from under Deceit's clothes. « You're also internalizing everything. »

« I'm not. »

« Lies, yet again. » he got up from his seat and faced him, forcing Deceit to focus on him. He put his hands on Deceit's shoulders. « Are you okay, D? »

« Of course. » he heard his voice crack, maybe those were tears in his eyes and for only an instant Remus hoped he could make him open up.

« You don't only speak in lies, huh? »

Remus pulled him in a hug that could have only grown tighter. Deceit felt his entire body shake before he returned it and sank into the embrace, gripping at his back like a lifesaver.

He hiccuped, then sobbed and cried out any and all negative emotions that were poisoning his insides.

Deceit buried his head in the other's clothes so to not see his own reality and be aware of his current condition.

What was really good of Remus, was that he really didn't care much about certain trivial things. He didn't care when his clothes got wet with tears, he didn't care if Deceit spoke through hiccups, if he was barely able to stand on his feet.

« It just … » Remus had led him to sit on the couch with a cup of tea in his hands. « It feels like he left something here. »

« What do you mean? »

Deceit showed a sad smile. « I've kept driving myself anxious because of all the paranoid thoughts that never leave my mind. » he explained, staring at the white swirls in his tea. « It just feels like he's around. »

« Like when he couldn't control his powers when he first came here. » Remus chuckled.

« Yeah, and Orange started being afraid of everything. » a genuine smile spread on Deceit's lips.

Dark Creativity snorted. « He was scared of his own shade! » he couldn't help but burst out in a boisterous laughter, infecting his friend.

Which then led to tears. « Holy fuck. » Remus's own smile faltered and he wiped away the tears, though more came, and he found himself crying, too.

Deceit extended an arm out to him, inviting him to sit next to him.

They were silent for a while, letting the realization sink in.

« Will Orange leave his room anytime soon? »

« I don't know. »

« Should we check on him? »

« Yeah, let's. »

« And also, » Remus's expression returned serious altogether as he got up. « I think we should start showing up to Thomas. »

✾

Joy, joy and satisfactory bliss he almost couldn't believe he had reached.

Deceit was looking at five smiling faces and they were staring back at him with no bad intent, with no subtext of conflict.

It wasn't a dream, it wasn't an act and it wasn't a lie. This time, he had done it.

Thomas had finally accepted him as a true necessary part of himself and he had managed to resolve his issues with the other sides.

He still almost couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe how those happy and proud gazes were all directed to him, and yet he could have bathed in the sunshine happiness radiating from each of them.

« Lying can be good. » Thomas asserted, nodding and still smiling, his look soft and welcoming, his hands clasped together in an unordinary position. « I know you're looking out for me now. Thank you. »

Deceit breathed out, enjoying this new state of comfort he was going to adapt to. He didn't know what to say anymore, he didn't even realize he could have gotten that far.

But it was okay, because when he intercepted Virgil's eyes, he noticed he wanted to talk to him.

Virgil opened his mouth only to close it again and squint his eyes at the ground. Okay, he thought, I can do this.

He reached for something under his shirt and pulled out the necklace Deceit had gifted him that one night when he had needed him most. And he was there for him.

Just as much as Virgil was now there for him to support the new perspective they had of him.

Deceit's hand ghosted over his own necklace, at which he started tugging afterwards. « You're wearing it? » he looked in the exact amount of disbelief as the others, only that the others' leaned to confusion, while his own was a firework of contentment.

Virgil smiled wider. « I never stopped. »

And then, seeing Deceit's expression growing more incredulous, he added, echoing the other's own old words. « There will never be a reason for me to do that. »

This time, the one to be convinced, despite the tears in his eyes, was Deceit.

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shutupandshipit · 4 years

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Live Stream - Oneshot

Summary: Everyone knew that if you wanted to have sex or needed help through you heat/rut, you went to Midoriya.

Or where Midoriya is promiscuous and a cam girl, and Kirishima is an avid viewer who catches part of a live stream that wasn't meant to be live.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: M

Notes: More outside POV for BakuDeku! I told y'all that I wasn't going to stop. I might expand on this one later, just because I love a good shameless slut character (because there's nothing shameless about enjoying sex). Also, I love a good cam girl fic.

Aaaaanyway, I've got Kiri's POV this time for you to partake in. Hope y'all enjoy! See you in my next one!

Everyone knew that if you wanted to have sex or needed help through you heat/rut, you went to Midoriya. He was the unapologetic slut of the school with a never ending stream of lovers to entertain him. Even the teachers knew about his exploits, but never did anything about it simply due to the decrease of rut and heat related attacks. They promised though that if a pregnancy occurred or there was a sudden rash of STIs, there would be repercussions.

Midoriya had taken the warning in stride and shrugged it off. He had told Kirishima time and time again that he had no plans of getting pregnant so early in his life and career.

Everyone also knew that he only took credit for having sex with you. If it ruined any relationship you may have been in, well then that was your problem.

Midoriya had a few simple questions he asked you and rules that you had to follow if you so happened to partake in his services.

1) No touching. For the duration of your session, your hands would be tied to his headboard. That was non-negotiable. The rule was in place for his protection more than yours. This was sometimes relaxed when it came to friends of partners he saw frequently and trusted enough to know what they were allowed to do.

2) No biting. Being tied to the headboard, it was harder to accomplish than normally, but if you made any attempt to do so, you'd be out of his room whether you'd gotten off or not. He expected you to find control even in a heat/rut haze. If you couldn't control yourself, you had no right being in his bed. There were no exceptions.

3) A condom would be used at all times. He didn't take it raw or suck dick without protection. It was simple as that.

4) Do not involve emotions. It wasn't his fault if you caught feelings for him, and he would not take responsibility for them. Sex with him was a no strings attached, purely physical transaction. He was a bunny omega after all with a sexual appetite that couldn't be satisfied by one singular person, so there was no room to get butt hurt about any other partners the frequented his bed.

5) Do not, under any circumstances, ask about his heat or offer your services during his heat. If you did, you were liable to have your ass verbally flayed and all contact with him cut immediately.

6) Rule 6 was probably the most important of all. You would be recorded and posted on his cam channel. Only your lower half would be shown. Your face would never be recorded. If you weren't okay with that or refused to sign his release form, you wouldn't make it passed his threshold.

His questions were simple as well.

1) Were you clean? This included drugs, STIs and any contagious sickness you may have at the time.

2) Were you in your heat/rut?

3) Had you ever had sex before?

He didn't ask if you were in a relationship because he didn't care. It was your choice to meet with him, so you were liable for any consequences caused by your actions. So if something did happen, you weren't allowed to come crying to him.

The last thing everyone knew was that he spent his heat alone. Or at least, if he did have someone he shared them with, no one knew who it was.

Kirishima knew all of this from personal experience. Even though he and Mina were together, it was hard to satisfy his alpha with another alpha, and the same went for her. So, they both employed Midoriya's services pretty often, both alone and together. They were one of the only couples Midoriya featured, and it had shot his popularity through the roof after the first video he did with them.

He offered a kick back of any money he made from his videos, but from what Kirishima knew, people rarely took him up on his offer. All the money he made went to his mother and omega related foundations. He was in it to satisfy his omega, and the money was simply a byproduct.

Kirishima had asked Midoriya once how much his partners would receive if they did take his offer, and the amount had floored him. He hoped all those foundations put his donations to good use.

It always surprised him exactly how popular Midoriya was on the internet.

Then again, sitting in his room with his laptop open on his stomach, nodding off as he waited for Midoriya's Friday live stream to begin, he could see the chat room already filling. 1,000 turned into 2,000 turned into 3,000, and just kept ticking. A countdown ran down on the screen, and people had already begun tittering away in the chat.

Kirishima wondered if the entire school was watching. He knew at least half of his class was. That's why the dorm was always so quiet on Fridays save for the sounds coming from Midoriya's room.

Just like every Friday at exactly 8 o'clock, the stream went live. Midoriya sat on his bed in front of a black back drop and on top of creamy white sheets, knees splayed out to his sides. He wore pure white lace panties and garter belt. Encasing his arms and legs were silvery metallic support sleeves that his garter belt clipped onto. A half face bunny mask covered the upper portion of his face. A white wig to match the white tuft of his tail covered his very recognizable green hair. The green fur of his ears had been sprayed with temporary white dye that would wash out when he showered.

When he was on his channel, he became Snow Bunny, beloved omega of the cam world.

Despite who he filmed with, not everyone who watched his channel knew who he was, and he did what he could to hide his identity.

Granted, if you asked him, he would say that society should normalize sex in relation to heroes. They could be sex icons in their own right, but if they were actually caught having sex or with multiple partners, it was a scandal. He wasn't really that concerned if his channel was discovered later in his career, but right now, it wouldn't do him any favors.

Kirishima commended him on that because he just wasn't that brave or confident.

"Hi, everyone! Oh my gosh, there's so many of you! I feel so lucky and blessed! Oh, no, no. I've got a guest here with me tonight. Not going solo today," Midoriya said in a sweet, high voice that was several octaves above his normal speaking voice, answering one of the flurry of questions in the chat. He peered at the screen intently, smiling widely. "Thank you 'johnfromohio' for the tip! I'm so grateful. How was everyone's week? Wonderful, I hope. I know mine was."

Midoriya was lying, at least Kirishima assumed he was. The class had spent the week getting their asses handed to them during training as was evident by the various stages of bruising across his torso and backs. They extended beneath his support sleeves as well. At some point, Recovery Girl had started to refuse to heal him day after day, hoping to curve his reckless behavior, but it hadn't worked quite yet.

On screen. Midoriya spread his legs, giving the camera a healthy view of his dick straining against the white lace. "Oh, don't worry about the bruises, loves! They're all healing well, and I got them all in good fun." He winked, smiling enough so that his canines poked out over his bottom lip.

Midoriya -or rather, Snow Bunny- was the most popular cam omega on the internet. It seemed unlikely. There were hundreds of other bunny omegas that worked as cam omegas that could have been just as famous, but none of them looked like Midoriya. Where he was toned and muscular, his counterparts had the bodies typical of omegas. Thin and reedy and lacking all muscular definition. Soft where he was deceptively hard.

Not only that, but his dick was more akin to the size of an average betas rather than tiny like most male omegas were. His fangs were not those typical for his second gender either. Sharp and pointy though still small, could cause damage if given the opportunity.

If Midoriya didn't slick and go through heat, he would have been a beta. Or even an alpha. He exuded the presence and confidence of an alpha. A wolf in sheep's clothing, praying on unsuspecting and willing alphas. Satisfying omegas when he shouldn't be able to.

He was a conundrum that Kirishima avidly virtually partook in most nights, sometimes alone, sometimes with Mina, sometimes with the other guys.

Except for Bakugou who never stuck around long enough for a video to load. Kirishima wasn't sure if he even watched porn or had seen any of Midoriya's exploits. Let alone enjoyed his bed. Their relationship was better than it had been before, but they still got into arguments that ended with destruction of property. He wasn't sure what Bakugou did during his ruts, but he thought they must have been lonely.

Even now, Bakugou would have been settling down for the night. Either reading a book or something else to wind down before bed.

Just like Kirishima should have been doing. The day had been long and grueling, and tomorrow promised to be more of the same. Still, he wanted to watch the stream.

He blinked several times, trying to clear the tiredness from his eyes as Midoriya smiled into the camera and turned to show off a crystal white as snow nestled between his cheeks.

"I'm all ready to go, loves, but this is for someone else. I've got to introduce my guest for tonight." He moved aside to flip the blanket off two pale legs. A thin, long tail of coarse yellow fur flicked back and forth across the mattress. "I found this little kitten omega all alone in the rain today and thought I'd be nice enough to bring him home and play for a bit." He trailed his nails over bare thighs that trembled under his touch. The tail swept faster.

Kirishima huffed, grinning. Now he knew why Kaminari had blown him off for the night.

Midoriya continued talking, dipping his fingers between Kaminari's trembling thighs. They came away dripping, and he licked away the slick to a pitiful moan.

Kirishima's eyes were itchy and each time he blinked, it got harder to keep them open. He scrubbed at them, but to no relief.

Even as Midoriya lovingly flipped Kaminari onto his stomach and hiked up his hips, he felt himself dozing off. When he came to with a jolt, the screen of his computer was dark and the dorms were quieter than usual.

Scrambling to log back in, he groaned when he saw the time. 11:54 PM. He'd slept through the entire stream and then three hours after it. He was the only one left logged into the chat. He was about to turn off his computer for the night when the stream loaded again.

It hadn't been shut off like it normally was at the end of a live stream, and Midoriya's moans slipped from his speakers. The shot was only from the waist down, but everything important was visible.

Strong muscled legs were bent in half as long elegant fingers clutched at Midoriya's ass. The pair slowly rocked together, unhurried in their movements. His fluffy white tuft of a tail betrayed his frantic pleasure, twitching each time his partner pushed into him.

This new person certainly wasn't Kaminari, desperate and scrambling for his climax. If that wasn't the biggest indicator, the other red flag was the fluffy blond wolf's tail that curled around the back of Midoriya's trembling thigh. He lay on top of his new partner, the knee that was visible planted firmly in the mattress.

There wasn't a hair's breath between them, and Kirishima felt like he was violating Midoriya's privacy even as he slowly came to full attention in his boxers. He ignored his hard on, more interested in figuring out who was held so intimately beneath everyone's favorite omega. If Midoriya did one thing constantly, it was keep distance between him and his partners, even when having sex.

When the pair finally came, it was together and quiet with long moans of pleasure followed by the gentle sounds of kissing. They didn't part, just lying still with one another.

It was several long moments of Kirishima's heart splitting his store of blood between his face and groin before they finally spoke.

"Mm," Midoriya hummed, shifting on top, but not moving away, "If this dries, we're going to be stuck together forever." His voice was low and slow, barely a whisper. Kirishima only heard him because everything else was absolutely silent, as if the dorm was holding its breath in the face of their intimacy.

A deep chuckle joined his voice, and Kirishima startled. That laugh was all too familiar even distorted and drenched with sex.

"Too late. You're already stuck with me forever," his partner said, and that voice was all Bakugou.

Kirishima sat straight up in bed, catching his laptop before it could tumble off the side. If he hadn't been blushing before, he definitely was now. He was blushing so hard he could feel his pulse in his cheeks. "Bakugou?" he hissed incredulously, still staring at the screen.

"Why don't you ever ask me to be on your stream?" Bakugou asked. Just a question without the usual demand in his voice.

Midoriya hummed again. "I didn't think you would want to be. You don't watch my videos. I thought you'd be too worried about, you know, everything else. Also..." He trailed off, voice considering as he sat up and slowly lifted himself off Bakugou. Cum and slick trickled from Midoriya's entrance and down the inside of his thigh. They both hissed at the sensation of their uncoupling, and Kirishima flinched in sympathy.

They settled back together, Midoriya's back to the camera and Bakugou's leg hooked over his to pull them closer.

"Also?"

"Also, this is... just for me. They get everything else, but you... You're my beautiful, amazing alpha that I get to have all to myself. You're private. Just for me. I like it that way."

Bakugou hummed, the sound slowly becoming a purr. "Yeah, I like it that way too," he agreed gruffly, "When does your heat start? My rut is in a few days."

Midoriya laughed. "I don't know why you keep checking. We've been synced up since we presented."

As Kirishima watched, the number of people viewing ticked up from 1 to 5.

Before he knew what he was doing, he launched himself from his bed and to his door. Sprinting down the hall and stairs to the second floor, he listened closely as the pair made plans just in case they said anything too incriminating. Without knocking, he slammed into Midoriya's dim room lit only by the light from the laptop. He stood there for the briefest moment, confused about whose name to call. "B-Bunny!"

His own voice echoed back to him from his laptop a millisecond later.

"What?" Midoriya shouted in surprise.

Bakugou pulled him close and sat up, pulling a blanket over them. "What the fuck? You ever hear of knocking, asshole?" he shouted, rage and murder clear on his face, "Why do you have you computer? And why are you hard? Get the fuck out!"

"Your- Uh- The, uh, stream is still live. It never got cut," Kirishima stammered, face so hot he could have sworn he'd become another light source, "I was the only one still logged on, but it's filling back up again pretty quickly." The counter was already reached 300 viewers again.

Horror filled Midoriya's face, and he scrambled from Bakugou's hold, skirting around the view of the camera. Bakugou followed his lead, pressing himself back against the headboard as Midoriya shut the computer off from its power button. The whir of its fan slowly died away leaving only Kirishima's humming computer.

"Close the door, Kirishima, please. I, um, need to log on on your computer if you don't mind so I can see what kind of damage there is and properly shut everything down," Midoriya said calmly, but his hands were trembling and it was quickly spreading to the rest of his body.

"Sure thing," Kirishima blurted, turning his back as Bakugou stood from the bed and wrapped Midoriya in a blanket before turning him into his chest.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. I-I swear. I just can't believe I made that mistake. What if someone saw your face? What if I said your name?" Midoriya rambled, and a twinge of pain shot through Kirishima's chest at the worry in his voice, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Bakugou murmured. When Kirishima turned back to them, Bakugou had his arms wrapped around the omega, chin resting on the top of his curly green hair right between his ears. "So what if people saw? They just know that you're mine now. I'm the one who gets the truest version of you."

"But what if-"

"Stop with the what ifs, shitty Deku. Let's find out first if there's anything to be worried about." Bakugou jerked his head to the desk that had been moved earlier into the middle of the room, and Kirishima carefully moved Midoriya's laptop out of the way and set the camera stand off to the side facing the wall. After, he retreated to the far wall.

Midoriya, still bundled tightly in Bakugou's arms as they sat on the edge of his bed, went to work.

A lifetime passed as he combed through the comments from the stream and watched parts of the video before he finally sighed and slumped back against Bakugou's chest. Relief shone clear as a sunny day on his freckled face. "I don't think anyone saw us. And our faces didn't make it on screen, which is a miracle, but if anyone did see and knows our nicknames, well..."

Bakugou shrugged more calmly than Kirishima thought he was capable of. "Then the cat's out of the bag. We're almost graduated. I'm surprised they haven't figured it out yet, but then again, they are all dipshits."

"But-"

"Before you say something that's just going to piss me off, I don't care. We've been faking it for almost two years. I'm tired of having to sneak around and pretend like you're not my mate. So, fuck it. We were going to go public after graduation anyway."

If Kirishima felt like an intruder before, he felt like a proper interloper now as he watched Midoriya stare lovingly up at the alpha, nose twitching wildly as tears filled his eyes.

"Aw, fuck, Deku, don't start crying. You're going to kick start your heat early if you do. I don't think you want Shitty Hair seeing all of that."

Eyes widening and ears standing at attention, Midoriya spun towards Kirishima. "Sorry, Kiri! Thank you though. For letting me use your computer and warning us. I don't know what would have gotten out if you hadn't told us about the stream. I'm really, really grateful. I'll do anything to repay you."

Kirishima's face reddened again at the honest sincerity on Midoriya's face and the way his alpha paced restlessly in his chest. He waved his hands through the air wildly. "You don't have to thank me, I'm just glad everything's alright." He ducked his head in deference as he drew closer to the pair to gather up his computer and Bakugou's warning snarl filled the room. Backing away quickly, he smiled. "I'm going to go back to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

Making a break for the door, he just caught the moment when Bakugou buried his face in the crook of Midoriya's neck and his growl turned into a contented purr. Midoriya giggled as he closed the door.

The next morning without any help from Kirishima, the entire class knew that Bakugou and Midoriya were mates. They were discussing them over breakfast before the pair even appeared, those who had caught the last minutes of the stream speaking the loudest. When they came down, they ignored the others, but didn't pretend like everything was normal. They were completely drenched in each others pheromones and could, for the life of them it seemed, not keep their hands to themselves. Kirishima could of sworn that every time he looked at them, they were pressing close for another kiss.

Spurred on by his friends' show of affection, he nuzzled Mina's neck. She buried his hand in his hair, but continued with her conversation with Momo.

He wondered if the pair were putting on a show, but suspected that this was just how they had always acted behind closed doors. Their affection was as natural as breathing. They were two planets orbiting each other.

He wished that coming out had been on their own terms, but either way, he couldn't have been happier for them.

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meganharperr-blog · 3 years

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COVID-19 Day 3

Why did I start on day 3 you might ask? Well day 1 was reserved for crying, self pity, deep bouts of depression, restless anxiety, and a shit ton of edibles. Day 2 was consumed by coming up with a plan. So let’s back track to what I can remember about those days and the questions I have been asked:

1. What made you get tested? Did you have symptoms? I very honestly get routine tests. If I am exposed to larger groups of people than my norm, I get tested. If I have a bunch of makeup gigs, I get tested. I get tested for my clients and customers. It is my moral obligation and civil duty to make sure I am 100% healthy to perform justifiably in all the fields I conduct business…which is a vast amount of service based income. I am a makeup artist, and Esthetician, and a Bartender. I either have my hands physically on someone or I am serving masses of people at a given time. Now doing all of this I have become insanely hyper aware of sanitation. In my studio I have Clorox wipes at arms reach, I sanitize with Barbicide and I am Barbicide certified, all sheets and blankets get washed after every client, and if you have had your makeup done by me before you know I wont use the same brush twice and it must be sanitized in-between clients. This has all been second nature to me for years. So when I had a bunch of photoshoots and clients on the books I knew it was time to get tested for peace of mind. Only a week and 1/2 after my last COVID test. The only thing I can even consider a symptom would be the night before I had a headache. I took Advil and it went away no problem. I was also on my cycle and having cramps…or could they have been “body pains”? Shit idk. All I know is I made a joke about having COVID on my way to my rapid testing…

2. Have you heard that the rapid tests are not as accurate? When I got my results back in 15 min and it was my first ever positive I was shocked. I did not trust it right away and pretty much everyone in my circle said get a second opinion. So I got 2 more. One was another rapid test. The other would get back to me in 3 days. I mentally claimed it was a false positive.

My brain: “shiiiit. There aint no way. No way in hell girl. You careful as shit. You got all these blessings coming your way. Business is booming. Opportunities are rising. Aint no slowing down for 2 weeks right now.”

I of course made my partner come with me and get a rapid test as well as the test that would take 3 days to get back to us. While waiting for the results I wanted to get vitamins and snacks and what ever else I may need if this does become my reality. We get to Publix and my heart sinks into my asshole and I’m like…. SHOULD I EVEN GO IN THERE?! The anxiety started building right then and there. I thought to myself “Just keep your mask on, Social distance, you know wtf goin on just be safe” … as we get into the store I wasn’t feeling it. I saw older people around me and I just didn’t feel right and in that moment my phone started to ring. I bursted into tears and couldn’t even stay in the store. I just knew it. It was legit..

The lady on the phone was so nice. She asked if it was what I expected to hear and I honestly said “no”. Because I just knew I didn’t have it. I knew how careful I had been.I am not a perfect person by any means but I see y'all reckless ass Mfer’s out there and we are not the sameeeee man shit nawwww this couldn't happen to me. But it did.

3. How did you get it? OMFG IDK! I have exhausted my brain with this question. How could this happen to me? Shit did I drop my mask at some point? Did I get too close to someone outside at ( insert bar name here ) when I went to have a drink on Saturday night? But it was outside?

Googles : “Can you catch COVID outside? “

“Can you catch COVID with a mask on?”

“Can you catch COVID from it being on your clothing?”

“Can you catch COVID from a toilet seat?”

I mean you name it I Googled it. And the unfortunate answer was yes to all of the above. I got tested on the 4th. So I know I got it sometime after that. I of course contacted everyone I came in contact with….which was horrible! I felt freaking terrible!!! I swear it was worse than narrowing down an STD culprit. It’s like shit… you get an STD…you hit up your top 5, or top 10…look idk your life like that…and have everyone get tested. Let’s be real though you got it narrowed down and think you probably know who did you dirty….Get the results back and boom its over with. Take the meds move on with your life no-one has to know. COVID on the other hand can fucking KILL YEW, PEOPLE YOU CARE ABOUT, GRANDMAS THAT THEY CARE ABOUT, CHILDREN WITH PRE-EXISTING ISSUES, IT CAN KILL PEOPLE. So you gotta back track back track. Make sure all bases are covered especially when you work multiple outlets which is mad important these days. THE MORAL of all this is… idk. Idk how I got it. I am mad careful. I be judging you on social media for being out and reckless without a mask on. I get tested frequently. I have hand sanitizer in every bag I own, in my car, and all over my home. I AM A NEAT FREAK and a GERMY! I am careful. To say the least..but not perfect I am sure after working 10 hours in a mask I have let it fall for a few min! I am sure on my bike I have dropped it out of pure exhaustion. I know I have tried hard, but I am still human and this is all new. So y’all non-maskers out there think you on to something…in reality you could have it too and not even know. Psh. Anyways. Next question…

4. Does your partner have it too? No. Somehow no. This is where we had to start coming up with a plan. We work together so this puts us both out of work. LUCKILY we have been saving incase of a shut down and we also have back up savings for a home we *hope* to purchase next year so that plan was solid…. But how to keep him healthy? Just because I do not have symptoms does not mean his body will react the same way. I need to make sure he does not get infected as well. We are going to continue to get him tested for the next several days to monitor that. He is quarantining and I am in what is called “isolation”for a minimum of 14 days. We try our best to stay in different rooms. We have a tiny apartment with one bathroom, so I am just constantly sanitizing right now. Everything I touch or may have touched gets a Clorox wipe. We both wear masks 24/7 in the house. Even if he goes outside to walk the dog, I am keeping a mask on. I have learned so much in the past 48 hours about contracting the virus that I do not even want to risk a drop of my saliva in this house. I am doing disposable masks every day. I luckily have plenty of masks and gloves from working on clients. If I cook I wash my hands, sanitize, then put on gloves. We eat in separate rooms or at the edge of the room so it feels like we are eating together. We are really trying our best and that is some shit they do not prepare you for. Your partner has to be careful around you. They cannot touch you or even come near you and sometimes have to remind you of that. Try to do chores in separate rooms. Try to not get your feelings hurt because its not that they don’t want to be around you, but it is dangerous and they cannot be. So my poor lil feelings keep getting hurt, but I’m a tough gal it’ll be alright I just want to make sure he stays healthy.

5. Can you breathe? So this brings us to day 3. We have a plan. It has been working. I have my little cleaning things I am doing in one room, he has his in another…and I am pretty much in Go Mode. Before all of this I had a Cleaning Babe coming to help me with things so I had a list for her. I just embodied her and did the list myself plus some major decluttering. I have a ton of clothes to donate (that I am letting sit bagged up for 14 days just to be cautious before donating…some shit I read idk…might get anxious and throw it all away…tbd) so while I am going to town cleaning out my abyss I start to get really short of breath and kinda lethargic. I laid down on the bed to catch my breath for several minutes then took a little break from cleaning. This is the first time I have felt any type of crazy. I still have a lot of anxiety about the days to come. Will it get worse? Will I start to feel like actual hell on earth? Will I be able to keep my partner safe? Shit idk but I am trying really hard. They simply do not tell you about the anxiety that you will have. It is normal. You are going to be generally overwhelmed if you are a good person. Just stay good. and Stay aware.... and Stay tuned. I may not write every single day. But I will keep you updated. If you have any helpful stuff for me to read, please send it my way! If you have any questions feel free to ask. If you have been in this situation with a live in positive and negative… what’s your advice? My DM’s and PM’s are open.

#covid covid19 livingwithcovid

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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All in the Golden Afternoon (Ninex) - multifandomgeek

A/N: This is for Meggie, because I know how much she loves Ninex. If y'all are not reading How Far I’ll Go, you are seriously missing out!

This is very fluffy and drama-free, but it still mentions depression, however slightly, so be aware of that. Take care of yourselves, and be kind <3.

Summary: Monet has a big property that she has turned into this nice little place where kids learn all about plants and gardening. Summer has a special program with fun activities every day, but the age limit is 14. Nina’s daughter is 16, but she insists on talking to Monet to enroll her in the program. Maybe they can work something out?

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20222725

Monet was preparing seedlings on a big table outside her home/office/camp. Apart from some 80s soft rock playing on a speaker near her and some birds nearby, everything was silent, the fresh smell of rummaged earth filling her nose and calming her soul. There were a couple of weeks left before the summer program began, and Monet was relishing in the peace before the inevitable storm of kids all around took up her entire day and her entire property.

Summer was her favorite part of the year solely because of the summer program, even if she usually started to complain about it barely a week in. Monet had a big property, two acres near a lake with a big, two-store house courtesy of her late grandfather, who had a thing for flaunting his money and would die all over again if he saw that his property had become basically a training farm for kids on the hands of his only granddaughter.

Monet had divided the land in small allotments for planting different kinds of vegetables and flowers. You could sign up your kid for the year-long program or the summer program. Kids would treat the land accordingly to what was intended to grow there and tend to the crops all year long, selling it to their families for pocket money. Over the years, they had shaped the program to be fun for the kids while still teaching them about patience and work, and it was a success with both the students and their parents.

The summer program was a fun, different sort of thing, with smaller kids than usual as well as the big ones, all learning about gardening and just having plain good old fun in the dirt and swimming in the lake, some of them having sleep-overs in the big house and staining Monet’s sheets with mud and tears of laughter. She loved it more than anything.

Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac started to play and Monet hummed along as she continued to prepare the infinite amount of seedlings for the kids to plant in a few weeks. She was so focused on her work that she didn’t even notice the woman approaching until she was right in front of her, startling the shit out of Monet.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” said the woman, stifling a chuckle. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m looking for Monet?” She had a knee-length round dress on that the wind was slightly blowing, her brown hair pulled back by a cute matching hairband, also flowing in light waves. She was absolutely adorable.

Monet cackled, a hand over her pounding heart, effectively getting dirt all over her t-shirt. “It’s okay. Girl, I had my head in the clouds. I’m Monet, nice to meet you,” she extended her hand for the woman to shake, forgetting it was covered in dirt.

But she only hesitated for a second before taking Monet’s hand and shaking it firmly. “I’m Nina West, it’s a pleasure,” she said with a contagious smile. “I sent you an email about my daughter, Katherine?”

–

Monet sat at her desk while Nina and Katherine sat across from her. She had properly washed her hands, but her shirt was still dirty, not that she cared. Nina looked nervous, and Katherine… Well, she didn’t look anything in particular. It was like the girl was functioning in an automatic mode, following instructions: walk, say hello, sit, stay quiet, nod politely, smile, answer the question, stay quiet again.

They had gone over most of the details about the summer program. Katherine was 16 years old, while the usual age limit was 14, which was why they were there. Nina was asking for special treatment, and while Monet had no problems with saying no to people, she felt herself caving.

“Mom, could I wait for you in the car?” asked Katherine in a low murmur.

Nina sighed, but before she could consent, Monet interrupted. “Come here, sweetie, let me show you something,” she got up, walking out of the office and gesturing for Katherine to follow. She kept a hand on the girl’s back while they walked, partly for comfort and partly because she wanted to make sure she wouldn’t bolt. Katherine barely looked up as they walked inside a bedroom then out onto the balcony.

It was a huge balcony with a view to the lake, a few comfortable armchairs and loveseats scattered around. There was a warm breeze brushing over them, and they could see pretty far, given that they were on the second floor and the house was on top of a slight elevation on the terrain.

“Why don’t you stay here, sweetie?” said Monet. Katherine was looking up, at least, right at the horizon. Monet started rubbing her back without even noticing. “Sit down wherever you want, enjoy the view,. Try not to pull out your phone the minute I’m gone, how about that?” she finished sassily.

Katherine chuckled briefly. It felt like a victory.

“I’ll tell your mom to come and get you when we’re done, okay?” finished Monet, waiting for an answer.

“Okay,” said Katherine. Monet kissed the top of her head before she left, god knows why.

Nina was waiting for her outside her office, standing by the wall. “Where did you guys go?” she asked, trying to mask her worry with a curious tone.

Monet kind of wanted to hug her. “I took her to the balcony. It’s a nice view, I think she likes it,” she said, gesturing for Nina to sit down again so they could talk. Monet sat beside her instead of behind her desk, for some reason it felt like the right thing to do.

Nina looked at her, clutching her purse on her lap before she started to talk. “Kate has been depressed for a while. Clinically depressed,” she said, averting Monet’s gaze. “She takes medications and goes to therapy but we’re trying- me, I’m trying to find some real activities for her. You know, so she can have something that brings a smile to her face again,” a single tear fell down her face and she quickly wiped it away.

“You want to cheer her up a little?” said Monet, kindly. She was almost crying herself.

Nina nodded. “To simplify it, yes. She used to like gardening, before- well, before she stopped liking pretty much anything.” Nina looked down, pausing for a moment before her demeanor changed, and she went back into efficient-mom mode. “I know she’s out of your age limit, but we live in an apartment and this place is so close, it’s just perfect. I’m really hoping the contact with nature will do her some good. I know she is a quiet girl, but she’s hard-working, I promise you, and she isn’t the kind of kid to get into any trouble either, I-”

Monet took Nina’s hands. “Hey, hey, relax. I’m not turning her down.”

“You’re not?” said Nina, so hopeful it was heartbreaking.

“Of course not,” said Monet, suddenly noticing how intimate this had gotten and stepping back into her loud self. “What am I, a heartless bitch?” she got up to sit on her usual chair before she did something stupid like kiss this wonderful, beautiful woman who she was sure would go to the moon and back just to see her daughter smile once.

Nina smiled, and Monet swooned. “That’s amazing! Thank you so much, Monet!”

“I’m thinking of something different, though. Maybe putting her with younger teens would be a little too rough. How is she with little kids?”

–

Monet decided to have Katherine as a volunteer. She was the only one with that title but Monet was the damn boss and she would make up as many titles as she damn wanted. The girl would help with the small kids, little toddlers that came to the camp for a couple of hours during the day to basically play in the dirt and learn that if you bury a seed and water it, it grows into a plant. The hardest part of the job was patience, and most of the time was actually spent playing more than working.

Nina brought Katherine every day before the start of the program so Monet could teach her the basics and prepare her for the job. It surprised her how much the girl actually loved getting her hands dirty. She particularly knew a lot about flowers, a bunch of mystical information and symbolism that didn’t make any difference in taking care of them. But was very interesting to hear nonetheless.

Nina wanted to stay close, at least in the beginning, so Monet put her to good use, having her help with any odd job there was to do. She seemed more than happy to be useful, the work appearing to lift a weight off her shoulders too, and Monet wondered how much of her day was spent worrying. Keeping people busy so their minds would be at peace was the whole point of Monet’s business, but having Nina around was especially good.

Once Katherine began loosening up a little, it was like a whole other Nina started to emerge. She was bubbly, had a unique talent to make people feel good about themselves, a contagious smile, and told the stupidest jokes, but perhaps Monet’s favorite part was that Nina was just so clumsy. She had a remarkable lack of body awareness, hitting her hip, elbows and shoulders everywhere, kicking things down, walking into people, tripping on steps she walked by every day. It was hilarious, and the best part was that every time Monet laughed at her, Katherine did too.

“I bet five bucks that your mom is gonna trip on that bucket over there,” said Monet one Thursday afternoon. She and Katherine were crouching down over a patch of dirt, preparing it with fertilizer and soil so all the kids would have to do was dig a hole and put the seedlings in. Well, Katherine was doing most of it, Monet was watching Nina moving boxes of snacks from her car to the kitchen.

Katherine looked up. “It’s not even in her path,” she said, but there was a smile in her voice. Monet was so proud of her it was insane.

“Do you or do you not accept the bet?” she asked pointedly, moving her head to punctuate her words.

Katherine shook Monet’s hand. “It’s on, there’s no way, she’s not that clumsy. The bucket is not even-”

“Oh, cra-nberries!” the loud yelp from Nina interrupted them both, the ridiculous substitute for a curse word escaping her mouth before she stumbled on her feet and feel on a puddle of mud.

Monet and Katherine burst into laughter, the younger girl sitting on the ground, holding her shaking belly. Monet got up to help Nina, who was wiping mud off her face while she also laughed. But Monet was laughing so hard it took away her force, and she just cackled while holding Nina’s hand for a solid couple of minutes before actually managing to hoist her up.

“You’re a mess,” said Monet, still laughing, patting Nina’s hair out of her face while trying to take some mud out of it at the same time.

Nina’s smile faltered. She was looking at Monet. They were so close. “Who put that bucket here anyway?” she said, sounding affected. Monet’s hand was still in her hair.

“You did, mom!” said Katherine, taking both of them out of the moment. “I owe you five bucks, Monet,” she was smiling wide.

Nina reached for Monet’s hand and squeezed it. Do you see how she’s smiling? She wanted to say. “Did you bet I was going to fall?” she asked instead, overdramatically.

“What can I say, you’re reliable, girl,” responded Monet, squeezing her hand back as if to say I see it, she’s doing good, miss Nina. You’re doing good. “Kate, baby, finish with those boxes while I help your mom and we’re even, deal?”

“Deal,” said Kate, promptly getting up and patting her dirty hands on the sides of her legs. Nina winced at the dirt that got on her shorts, involuntarily.

“Really, you’re worried about her clothes?” said Monet, already walking her towards the back of the house. “Look at yourself,” she chuckled.

Nina looked down, her previously yellow shirt and creamy shorts completely covered in brown. She let out a full belly-laugh. “I’ll probably have to shower in them before I put them in the laundry.”

Monet chuckled, directing them to a secluded part of the yard, reaching for a hose. “Actually…”

“Wait, no, no, no,” said Nina, raising her hands in a defensive motion. “Now, there’s no need for extreme measures.”

Monet laughed mischievously. “Trust me, this is the best way,” she said. It was true, this particular situation having happened more than a couple of times. Though that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to be fun. She unwinded the hose from its support, all the while watching Nina grow giddy and scared at the same time. “Now, don’t you run, Miss Nina, this hose is long as fuck and I will not hesitate to turn on the high pressure.”

Nina yelped and laughed, even before Monet did anything at all. “Alright. Please be nice.” She had her hands in front of her hunched body to shield herself, her face scrunched down in anticipation.

“I’m always nice!” said Monet, smiling innocently before turning the water on and pointing it a Nina mercilessly.

Nina laughed, yelped and squirmed as Monet washed the mud away from her with the cold stream of water. As she got cleaner, her clothes started to get see-through, clinging to her body, and Monet had to do a herculean effort not to stare. She knew she had a crush on Nina since day one, but she also knew she had no right to ogle at the woman, who clearly had no interest in her whatsoever.

“Okay, I think you’re clean enough now, but you have to rinse your hair before you can take an actual shower inside,” said Monet, handing Nina the hose.

Nina threw her head back letting the water fall through her strands while she combed them with her fingers. Monet’s gaze trailed down to her stranded neck, her see-through shirt, her nipples perked up against the fabric of her bra, hardened by the cold water.

She got too distracted to notice Nina’s crooked smile after she was done with her hair.

Nina swiftly pointed the hose at her, taking Monet completely off guard, making her gasp sharply and suck her stomach in as the cold water abruptly hit her chest. Nina was giggling like mad as Monet looked up at her with pure revenge on her eyes.

“Monet! Monet, be nice,” said Nina, taking a step back and holding the hose in front of her like a weapon, still giggling uncontrollably.

“Oh, I’ll be real nice, just give me that hose back,” she said, trying to take it from Nina but just managing to get wetter in the process. “Give it to me, Nina, you shady bitch!”

Nina kept slipping away from Monet’s grasp while she tried to outsmart her. At some point they began running around each other, Nina pointing the stream back at Monet until both of them were thoroughly soaked and had their cheeks hurting from laughter. But Nina ended up running into a patch of grass that was too wet and slipped up, losing her footing and falling down on her ass.

“Shit!” said Monet, running to catch her mid-fall, just to end up being pulled down on top of her.

They laid down in the grass, breathless from all the running around, thoroughly wet, the hose completely forgotten as their eyes met and all the playfulness went away from their smiles. Monet licked her lips, looking down at Nina’s mouth wishing she could just kiss her. But she couldn’t. A beat passed, and she was ready to get up when Nina surged up and captured her lips with her own.

Monet’s eyes fluttered closed as she immediately kissed back. She let out a satisfied hum, adjusting their angle while Nina’s hand reached to caress her cheek. It could have been a dream, their skins so cold just a second ago now getting hotter by the minute. Nina’s kisses were soft and she tasted faintly like vanilla, probably because she stole one of the snacks earlier in the day. Monet licked inside her mouth, wanting to taste more.

They kept kissing and kissing until Nina pulled back to sneeze.

Money chuckled. “Come on, you need a hot shower,” she said, sitting up.

“Ouch, I think I bruised my butt,” said Nina, also sitting up.

Monet barked a laugh. “Where haven’t you been bruised by now?” she said, shaking her head affectionately.

“I can think of plenty of places that can use a bruise or two,” said Nina in a low voice, and Monet’s brain short circuited. Nina leaned forward and kissed her again.

“Come on,” said Monet in between kisses, “we can do this once we’re dry, I don’t want you to catch a cold.” She forced herself to get up and help Nina so she wouldn’t slip up again.

“Can we? Do this again I mean?” said Nina shyly as they winded up the hose.

Monet smiled at her, nodding. “Do you want to just- or would you also like to maybe go out on a date with me?” she asked slowly, tentatively, assessing Nina’s reaction.

“Yes,” said Nina, looking incredibly cute even all wet and dirty.

“Yes which one?” Monet chuckled.

“Both.”

Tags

nina west, monet x change, ninex, fluff, lesbian au, all in the golden afternoon, multifandomgeek, tw:depression

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