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absurdthirst · 2 years ago

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Casual Neighbors {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10.3k

Warnings: FWB, Oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, protected sex, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of abortions,

Comments: Training to be a nurse, your first patient is your handsome neighbor. Which leads to dinner, that turns into a FWB situation since Marcus is rethinking relationships and even having a family. Until you learn that you're pregnant when you are in your ultrasound class.

A/N: We based it alllllll off this TikTok. Yes, we are unhinged.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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Marcus is exhausted, he needs to sleep but he’s been working all night long. Too busy trying to solve this latest case. The suspect had been brought in for questioning and held overnight. Marcus ran out of time around six in the morning and the perp had been released, making his department scramble for the evidence to arrest him. Marcus knows it’s him, he just has to prove it. He sighs and makes it up the last flight of steps on the floor to his apartment. In his exhaustion, he misses the last step and goes flying forward, hitting his head on the bannister and splaying over the floor.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” You had been leaving your apartment to go get some coffee and study before your class, leaving your apartment just in time to witness someone go sprawling. Dropping your bag, you rush over towards him, luckily moving and wincing as he slowly shuffles to his knees and groans. “Hold on, hold on, let me look.” You drop to your knees and start to try to get a look at the cut on the man’s forehead.

Marcus groans, trying to get his bearings and he looks up at you with glassy eyes, taking a few moments to recognize you as his neighbor that moved in a few months ago. “God, you’re beautiful.” He murmurs, still lost in the confusion of tripping over combined with his lack of sleep.

“You did hit your head hard.” You joke, looking into his confused brown eyes. He’s sweet, and very handsome, despite the blood that is running down his forehead. You introduce yourself and tut, reaching into your pocket to pull out a pack of Kleenex you carry. “We should get this cleaned up, I’m a nurse- well, I will be one when I get done with my training.”

“I should get to hospital and I-” He stumbles as he stands up, clinging to the bannister.

“I can help clean you up.” You tell him and Marcus bites his lip, eager to avoid the trip to ER.

“Okay.” He nods and you guide him to his apartment, helping him when he fumbles to get his keys out of his pocket.

You help him inside and sit him down on his sofa. “Stay here. I’ll go get my kit.” You tell him and he nods, wincing but slumping against his sofa.

You rush back into your apartment, excited and nervous to treat your first ‘patient’ even though it’s something relatively minor. You’ve already checked for concussion, but you’ll check again. When you’ve pulled out your extensive first aid kit, you walk back to his door and knock on it before pushing it open. “Knock knock, you’re nurse is here.”

Marcus looks up, wincing at how quickly his head moved and he feels like an idiot for tripping up on the stairs. He watches you come and set your kit down on his coffee table and he blushes when you lean in towards him to start cleaning the cut. “Will I survive?” He jokes softly, admiring you as you concentrate.

“It might be touch and go, but I think you’ll survive.” You hum, looking away from what you are doing to smile at him. Telling yourself that you’re not flirting, you’re practicing your bedside manner. “You seem like you’re very coordinated normally, when I see you running out of your apartment in the mornings. Everything okay?” You see that his eyes are bloodshot, he’s obviously tired since you don’t smell any booze on him and he doesn’t appear to have any drugs in his system.

Marcus goes to nod but stops himself because of your hand on his forehead. “Yeah. Just exhausted. Work was a shit show. I haven’t slept for - shit - for like 48 hours.” He sighs, knowing he needs to take a few hours and head back into work. “I- you were heading out?” He remembers, wincing when you clean the cut.

“I was, and you need to sleep.” You tut, dabbing at the cut. “Good news is that you don’t need stitches, but just barely.” You hum, reaching for the antibiotic ointment and the butterfly bandages. “I’ll get you cleaned up and since you don’t have a concussion, I’ll give you some painkillers and then tuck you into bed.”

“God you’re the prettiest nurse I’ve ever had. So - God, I was lucky you were there.” He murmurs as you finish cleaning him up. His head is throbbing now, from the wound or the exhaustion he doesn’t know and he watches you fluster. “Sorry. I- you’ve helped me and I just can’t stop my mouth from blurting out the first thought in my head.”

“It’s okay.” You assure him, giving him a smile and patting his knee gently before you lean back and turn to your bag so you can get him some aspirin. “You seem sweet and for my first patient, you’re very cute.” You flirt, wanting him to feel good.

“Do you want to have dinner?” Marcus asks, flushing when his brain catches up. “I mean…I want to say thank you for helping me. You’ve saved me an expensive ER bill. Least I could do is make you dinner. Just you know, as neighbors.” He adds, not wanting you to feel pressured or awkward.

You grin, shaking out several aspirin into your hand and offering them to Marcus. “That sounds good.” You admit shyly. “As long as you go right to bed and sleep for at least eight hours.” You instruct seriously. “If you don’t feel like you are up to it, you can text me and cancel.” You grab a notepad and a pen out of your kit and quickly jot down your cell for him.

Marcus knows he won’t be asleep too long. He needs to go back to work before he grocery shops but he pretends to take your advice. “Shall we say 7:30? Do you get out of school? Or work?” He asks, suddenly nervous about tonight but he reminds himself this is just as friends. He swallows the aspirin after you get him some water and he takes the piece of paper.

“I get out around 6 so that’s perfect.” You nod. “I’m in school.” It’s easier to just say that right now rather than explaining you worked to save up for school and keep a budget that should carry you through nursing school. “Can I bring anything?” You ask, feeling slightly giddy about a simple dinner.

“No. No. Just yourself.” Marcus insists then downs the rest of the water. “I better get some sleep.” He stands up, swaying slightly, and he reaches for his tie, tossing it down as he shrugs off his jacket. He just wants to get into his bed, pass out and then wake up to plan dinner. “I’ll let you go. I can get into bed.” He promises, kicking off his shoes.

“Okay.” You watch him for a moment, struck by how cute your neighbor is and then you shake your head at yourself. He needs rest and you need to get out of his hair to do it. “I’ll let you get some sleep Marcus.” During his rambling, he had told you his name, but you hadn’t mentioned that he was still wearing his FBI badge with his name and picture on it. “Sleep well.”

****

Passing out in bed, Marcus sleeps for four hours and forces himself to wake up, getting in the shower to get ready to go back into the office. His head hurts but he takes some Tylenol and has a bagel, feeling better and ready to go back into work then go grocery shopping.

For your own part, you had a lot to tell the other girls and the one guy that was in your nursing class. Happy that you had been able to help, which was why you were becoming a nurse to begin with, and snagging a date with a cute guy. When class was over, you had rushed home to shower and pick out something cute yet casual to wear for dinner.

Marcus has a bottle of wine in the fridge, the pasta is boiling and sauce is simmering. He’s not the best cook but he’s pretty proud of the dishes he can cook. When the doorbell rings, he makes his way to the door, dressed in jeans and a button down, he tries to make this casual. This is not a date, it’s a thank you. He opens the door, smiling when he sees you in jeans and a blouse, and God, you’re just as pretty as he remembers. “Hey.” He offers you, feeling a little bashful now.

"Hey." You groan at the smell that is coming out of the apartment. "It smells absolutely amazing in here and I'm going to be in for a treat."

Marcus is pleased it smells good and he guides you into his home. “You want a glass of wine? I have white but if you want red I can open that. Or if you want rosé, I have that too. Or Prosecco. I can open that.” He rambles, aware that he’s nervous and that’s fully on display.

You give a small laugh, reaching out and touching his arm. “It sounds like you have a great wine selection, but a glass of white wine sounds amazing.” You tilt your head and check for any additional signs of concussion. “As long as you have one with me if you're feeling up to it?”

Marcus nods, “I’m feeling fine now. I had a good nurse.” He winks and makes his way to his fridge to grab the bottle of wine, easily pouring two glasses and handing yours out until you take it. “To my savior.” He jokes, offering a toast as you hold your glass.

“To good timing.” You offer in return, tapping your glass lightly against his. “It made for a good story today in class. How I got my first patient and it was my handsome next door neighbor.” You figure since you already know that he thinks you’re pretty, there’s harm in letting him know the same.

Marcus blushes a little, sipping some wine, and he sets the glass down to continue working on dinner. “Shit. I didn’t ask if you’re allergic to anything.” He curses himself, knowing he should’ve checked. “I’m making chicken Alfredo.” He tells you, hoping you like that and don’t have any problems with it. If not, he can rustle something else up.

“That sounds perfect to me.” Marcus really is a sweet, considerate man. His relief is written on his face and it’s nice to have someone actually care about small details like that for once. “So, Marcus, what are you doing when you aren’t going 48 hours without sleep?” You ask, knowing that he’s in the FBI, but you assume they have different jobs other than just being scary g-men.

Marcus chuckles, “I work a lot but I like to read. Watch TV. Try to work out and go running. Normal stuff. I, uh, I like going to the farmers market on a Sunday.” He confesses, knowing he likes watching the happy couples walk by while he wallows in his singleness.

You raise a brow in surprise. Most men would talk about the sports bars they go to or the dating apps they are on. “All of that sounds great.” You admit, watching as he moves around his kitchen with the ease of someone who is used to cooking this. It’s not a performance simply to impress you. “I didn’t hear about dating in there, though. I’m assuming that there’s not a girlfriend or wife in another city?” You hadn’t seen any women come and go. “Or maybe boyfriend or husband?” You add, not wanting to assume just because he said you were beautiful.

Marcus snorts, unable to stop himself. “I- I have firmly decided against dating for the time being. I had a difficult situation when I moved to D.C. It’s a long story but I was engaged to a coworker, she - she called the engagement off to be with her partner and I have kind of wanted to focus on myself and get settled before I venture back out there.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” The idea that this might be a date dies a swift and disappointing death. You give him a small smile and nod. “Working on yourself is never a bad thing. It’s always good to know yourself better before involving someone else.”

“I really was ready to marry her, I was even ready to give up having kids, she didn’t want them. I- I don’t think I want kids anymore or to get married. It’s so complicated.” He’s been burned too many times. His ex wife had done a number on him. “Anyway, what about you? Am I dragging you away from a partner?” He asks, suddenly wanting to change the subject.

Your heart breaks for him, although you understand that after something painful, his viewpoints on everything might shift. “No.” You shrug and give him a painful look of commiseration. “Painfully single for the past…three years?” You nod. “Yeah. Three years. I’ve been busy working my ass off so I could afford to go to nursing school without having to work full time too. No time to do the song and dance and no desire to put up with the dating app bullshit.”

“I fucking hate dating apps.” Marcus confesses, stirring the pasta into the sauce after draining the water. “I can understand you being busy. What made you want to be a nurse?” He asks, shifting to serve the food in to awaiting dinner bowls on the side.

You laugh at the face he makes when he mentions dating, mirroring your feelings exactly. “Well, I always liked the idea of helping people. Like this morning. But honestly? I couldn’t really find anything else that held my attention longer than a semester or two.”

Marcus carries the dishes over to the table, setting them down and he heads back to the kitchen to grab the garlic bread. “Sit down.” He insists, “I remember when I was in school…I hated it.” He admits, setting the bread down, “I just wanted to get out into the world and make a difference.”

“I feel like that too sometimes.” You admit, reaching over and grabbing Marcus’s wine glass to bring over as you walk to the table. “But there is so much that goes into nursing that I can’t just jump into it. But I’m almost done.”

“You’ll be a good nurse. I can tell.” He winks at you and sits down, picking up the wine glass you just set down. “To impromptu hallway ERs.” He jokes at you and clinks his glass against yours.

“I am happy that my first patient was as nice as you.” You admit after taking a sip of the delicious white wine. “I’m assuming not every one of them will invite me over to their house for a homemade dinner to say thank you.” You set down the wine and pick up your fork. “If it tastes half as good as it smells, I am in for a treat.”

Marcus flushes slightly, not used to cooking for anyone but himself. “I hope it tastes good too.” He says and sets his wine down to start eating. He watches you eagerly as you take your first bite, watching for any micro expressions that tell him you don’t like it. He tries to not ask how it is, biting his lip to smother the question.

It takes you a moment. That slight pause where you just absorb the flavors of the meal before you react. Groaning, your eyes slip closed with a small smile on your lips as you chew. “Oh my God.” You cover your mouth with your hand to make sure you don’t show any food. “I need this recipe for Alfredo, Marcus. It’s amazing.”

To say he’s pleased is an understatement. He beams, ducking his head shyly as you praise him, and he offers you a bashful smile. “I’m glad you like it. I can give you the recipe. I got it online.” He tells you, offering you some garlic bread that he knocked up. He’s so happy you like it, eager to thank you for helping him out earlier.

“God, I can’t. You shouldn’t be this hot and a good cook.” You huff playfully, enjoying the way that the heat starts to creep up his neck. You imagine that if you were to try to feel his skin, it would be very warm. “It’s unfair. That’s what it is.”

Marcus snorts, knowing you’re just flattering him since he invited you to dinner. “Not unfair. I’m complicated. Got too many issues. Plus I leave my socks on the floor. Hairs in the sink.” He jokes, shaking his head as he twirls the fettuccine around the fork.

“Yep, socks, that has to be the deal breaker.” You joke back, grinning at him. You can tell he has a hard time accepting compliments. “Maybe it’s complicated because you have an intense job?” You offer. “I noticed your badge this morning. I bet there’s a lot of times things at work pop up and some women are idiots to let minor things get between them and a good man.”

Marcus sighs, setting his fork down, “sometimes. I mean, my ex was a coworker so she understood. She would rush off too for different ops. My ex wife…she hated it. Thought I was having an affair and making up the ops. Got to be too much and she wanted a divorce. Shit, I’m just spilling all my baggage. What about you? Why’s a beautiful woman like you single?” He counters, picking up his fork again.

“Scheduling.” You tell him with an ironic grin on your face. “Men don’t like to be told that they need to wait for sex because I have to work. Or study. Or sleep. So…” You shrug and fork up another bite of your dinner. “Just me and Bob most nights.”

“Bob.” Marcus chuckles, familiar with the term. “You deserve better than that, sweetheart. Too many people are caught up in media, wanting the perfect person to love them but we are all flawed. You should love someone, including their flaws. I- I’m a huge romantic. Love Actually is my favorite movie.” He confesses bashfully.

“Uh huh.” You nod and finish your bite before you lift your glass of wine. “I love that movie but I have one point that might get me kicked out.” You take a sip and grin. “The Walking Dead guy? His character was dead wrong. He ruined their wedding photos and the creepy board thing was way out of line. He expected her to keep this secret from her husband, he’s best mate.”

Marcus snorts, nodding his head, “you are right. Super creepy and over the line. My ex…her partner…he was in love with her and did everything he could to break us up. Succeeded in the end but gave me similar vibes to that character. I think that movie definitely shows the errors of love. How people make mistakes and sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad. Things happen for a reason. I’m convinced about that. I just - I’m not ready to throw my hat back in the ring.”

“God.” You stare at him for a moment, unsure if he realizes how perfect he sounds. “You definitely don’t deserve to be alone.” You huff, shaking your head. “Or at least have a fuck buddy who appreciates what you bring to the table.”

“Which is?” He snorts, “I don’t have anything to give. I work all the hours I have to and barely have enough time to work out so I’m not in the best shape of my life. I am - I am a desperate romantic and I get inside my head. I need something with no strings attached at all. And that’s hard for me, I’m not emotionless. I like emotions and I want to know someone before I take them to bed.

You might be about to embarrass yourself, make a huge fool of yourself and make your handsome neighbor avoid you like the plague, but no prizes are won unless you shoot your shot. “So fuck me.” You offer. “We’re both busy, single. We live next door to each other and think the other is attractive.” You pose, arching your eyebrow at him. “I’ll give you no strings attached and you’ll let me give my vibrator a break.”

Marcus nearly chokes on his food at your suggestion but then he thinks about it. It’s not silly, it’s smart. You’re a gorgeous woman and he is interested in you. Undoubtedly, he would never turn you away from his bed. You’re his next door neighbor though and he doesn’t want things to get messy in lieu of short term gratification. “Are you- no strings attached? You won’t be upset if I don’t buy you flowers or take you on a date?”

You snort and shake your head. “Flowers die, I appreciate the thought behind them, but I’d rather have orgasms.” You admit with a grin. “If you aren’t interested, it’s okay. No harm, no foul. We pretend like I didn’t say anything, we finish this dinner and go about our evenings alone.” You tell him. “If you are interested, well…..” you smirk and shrug. “We finish dinner and see how we feel after we get the first awkward fuck out of the way.”

His heart pounds in his chest and he hesitates but not because he doesn’t want you. He just doesn’t do this sort of thing, never has. Even in college his friends would make fun of him for not fucking a different girl every night. Maybe it’s his romanticism. “Let’s finish dinner and sit on the couch. See how things go. I want you, I’d be blind to not want you. You’re gorgeous. Let’s eat and then I…I wouldn’t mind my dessert being you.” He says with a smirk despite his flushed cheeks

Smirking slightly, you nod and fork up another bite. “Yes sir.” You tease, knowing that this is crazy but your neighbor is handsome and it’s been a long time since you’ve had a good man in your bed. Even if it’s just fucking, you know he won’t treat you like an object.

Dinner is enjoyed but rushed, Marcus scrambling to put the plates in the dishwasher and you stand up to help him. He hates when things dry in the pan so you offer to help him and he accepts. “Sorry. Not exactly foreplay.” He jokes as he loads the dishwasher. He knows he wouldn’t be able to concentrate without the dishwasher being on and the kitchen being clean.

You shrug, drying off the pot, “I’ve had worse.” You confess.

Marcus shakes his head, “I’m an idiot.” He admits, starting the dishwasher just as you’re about to wash another pan. He grabs it from you, setting it down and he pushes you back against the counter. Inhaling deeply, he leans closer to you, not kissing you yet. His dark eyes on you and he leans in to run his nose along your jaw, enjoying your perfume. “It’s been a while.” He admits, pulling back to look into your eyes, “are you sure you want this?”

You nod, dumbstruck by how handsome he is. “Words, baby girl.” He orders, and you swallow harshly, “yes.” That word sets a fire off in Marcus’s belly and he leans in to press his lips to yours, his hands grabbing your hips.

It’s surprising how passionate the kiss is. You can feel the built up tension behind it, repressed sexual need and want pouring out. Moaning slightly, you open your mouth and heat pools in core when he deepens the kiss. Sliding his tongue into your mouth and groaning into you. Your own hands slide up his back before you start to push up under his shirt, wanting to feel his warm skin under your fingers.

Marcus groans when your nails scratch his lower back and his hands slide along your waist, squeezing your breasts through your shirt until he can pull it over your head, exposing your bra. He leans in to kiss you again, tongue sliding against yours and he moves to kiss along your jaw and down your neck, trying to not suck too hard on your skin.

You tilt your head, letting him kiss along your throat and the thrilling sensation of arousal takes over. “I’m clean.” You hum, knowing that you should be demanding a condom, you know the statistics on STDs but you want to feel him. It’s been so long. “I- fuck, I’m on the pill.” You moan when his hands quickly unclip your bra and cup your tits. “Y-you?”

Marcus leans back so he can look you in the eyes, “I’m clean. Got tested a few weeks ago for my quarterly health check at work. I haven’t been with anyone in a while. I, uh, can show you if you want.” He offers but you chuckle, shaking your head. You highly doubt Marcus would lie about that to you.

“I believe you. I want to feel you. All of you.” You declare and reach out to squeeze him through his pants.

“Shit.” He hisses, trying to not buck into your touch and instead, he focuses on you. Leaning in, he kisses along your chest until he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking while he enjoys your cries of pleasure.

You’re going to fuck this man right here in his kitchen unless you move somewhere else. Gasping out, you clutch his head to your chest and moan when he bites down gently before soothing the ache with his tongue. “Fuck- bedroom?” You ask, not certain if he would want to go that far. For all you know, he might just want to bend you over the table.

The guilt settles as he realizes he should’ve taken you to bed. He’s not being a gentleman despite the fact that you’re about to have casual sex, you deserve to be treated properly. “Bedroom.” He confirms, pulling back from you and taking your hand so he can guide you through his apartment to the bedroom he keeps clean and tidy.

Turning back towards you, he works on unbuttoning his shirt, fingers fumbling slightly until you take over. “Thanks.” He murmurs, enjoying the brushes of your fingers on every inch of skin you expose. His hands grab your ass, pulling you up against him when you have the shirt off of his shoulders and he relishes in the feel of your breasts against his skin. “God, you’re beautiful.” He echoes his earlier sentiment, still meaning it while he leans in to kiss you again.

This kiss is slower, more seductive and you can tell that this man is one who likes to please a partner. Except, you don’t want to be soft or gentle. You don’t need seduction, you need sex. Reaching down, you fumble with the button on his jeans and pull his zipper down, reaching into his pants to cup his cock. “Marcus, I need you to strip down.” you pant, wanting to feel him inside you and squeeze him.

His groan is wrecked already when you squeeze him through his pants. Marcus can’t deny you anything, that has become clear, and he agrees, shifting to push his pants down. “Fuck baby, take - take your pants off.” He begs, wanting to see all of you. He kicks his pants aside, nearly stumbling while he takes off his socks.

It makes you giggle, watching him hop around even as you start peeling your own jeans down and shucking them. Going ahead and taking your panties off too, thankful you had showered and shaved before you had come over. Although you hadn’t anticipated sleeping with Marcus when you had done so. Standing in front of him naked, you let him look. “Do you want me to ride you or do you want to be on top?”

Marcus cups your cheeks, bringing your eyes to focus on him. “How do you want me?” He asks, wanting you to decide this first time. “Ride me? Me on top? Me behind you? You tell me what you need.” He demands softly, wanting to please you.

“Fuck.” It’s been a long time since someone’s asked you how you want to take them. Your cunt clenches and you know that you’re already wet enough to take him. Glancing down at his cock, you hum. “I want to ride you.” You decide, knowing that he would want to play with your tits and kiss you while you bounce on his cock.

Marcus’s cock twitches at the thought and he walks over to his bed, laying down on it and he pats his chest. “First you’re gonna ride my face. Want you to be wet enough to take me.” He orders, “come on. I want to taste you.”

You smirk, shaking your head as he looks up at you. Kneeling on the bed and straddling his waist, you don’t move closer. “No, I want to feel the stretch.” You reach down and wrap your fingers around his cock and start pumping him. “Feel the burn of your cock while I’m in class and know you fucked me.”

“Fuckkkk.” Marcus hisses, his hands sliding along your waist until he can cup your tits, eagerly squeezing them and rolling your nipples between his fingers. “You’re a dirty girl. I love that.” He admits, loving how you’re not afraid to voice your fantasies, your desires. “Take what you want, sweetheart.” He demands, trying not to buck into your hand.

You enjoy the respect, shuffling up and lifting your hips up so you can place him at your dripping entrance. This man who you technically met this morning is now inside you when you lower yourself down onto his cock. Moaning at how he is stretching you out and not regretting a second of it. Closing your eyes against the thick stretch of him and enjoying how breathless he sounds underneath you.

“Jesus Christ.” Marcus hisses, watching his cock disappear inside of you and he swears he’s died and gone to heaven. “Holy - you feel amazing, baby.” He groans, fingers caressing your hips as he patiently waits for you to adjust to him and get ready to move. His hands slide up your body to your tits and down to your ass, not able to get enough of you.

“Knew- knew you would want to touch.” You crow smugly, starting to grind your hips slowly before you lift off his cock and sink back down again with a moan. Leaning forward, you press your lips to his and gasp at the angle when he presses up against something wonderful inside you when he’s buried deep. “Fuck.”

When your walls flutter around him, his hands find your ass and he squeezes, unable to stop himself from smacking your cheek. You gasp into his mouth and he smiles, enjoying your shock. He repeats the action and you rock back onto him, keeping that same angle. “So good.” He murmurs against your lips, “you feel so good.”

You pant in agreement, your hips starting to roll faster, chasing that sizzling spark of pleasure every time he hits deep. It’s been a long time since you’ve fucked someone and had it feel this good. “Fuck it’s so good.” You whimper, holding onto his shoulders and kissing him while you rock on his cock.

Marcus shifts, sitting up so he can get closer to you, and he grabs your ass to haul you closer. You are now cross legged around him and he uses his new position to thrust up into you, his lips wrapped around your nipple. “Want to feel you cum for me. I- I won’t last long this time.” He informs you with panted breaths, not wanting you to walk away from this without an orgasm at least.

Reaching down between you, you start rubbing your clit. You know that he will feel guilty if you don’t cum and this will help. “Fuck.” You whine, body jerking up on a particularly rough thrust and your clench around him. “Like that.” You beg. “Ke-keep doing that and I’ll cum.”

He wants to rub your clit but you know your body best. He wants to learn every little thing that makes you tick. The tricks to making you cum and he will, just not tonight. When you’re here next, he will go down on you and make you moan his name. Find out all your sensitive areas. For now, he follows your orders and thrusts up into you, keeping his hips angled the same way so you can seek your pleasure from his cock.

It only takes another three harsh thrusts and your cumming. Fingers pulling away from your clit as you squeal out his name, walls clamping down around his cock in pleasure. “Fuck! Marcus!” You cry out, body twitching backwards and you would fall back if he wasn’t holding you close as he rocks his hips up.

“Fuckkkkk. Oh fuck. That was - that was hot as hell. Can I cum inside of you, please baby?” He asks, wanting you to be sure and when you nod, he wraps his arms around you. Dragging you into his chest, he thrusts up into you three more times until his cock twitches. Painting your walls with hot cum, he groans into your neck and clings to you.

Both of you cling to each other for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow of your pleasure before you pull back and tenderly kiss his lips a few times. “That was amazing.” You mumble happily, slightly hazy from your orgasm. “Gonna sleep like a baby tonight.”

“Me too.” Marcus snorts, kissing your jaw. “We gotta do that again.” He declares, eager to see how else he can make you cum. “And again. And again. And again.” He says between kisses along your neck and you giggle, running your fingers through his hair. He rolls you into your back and pulls out of you, groaning at the sight of his cum pooling at your entrance. “Oh that’s pretty.” He coos, sliding his fingers through your folds.

“Someone has a cum play thing.” You hum playfully, your fingers tangling into his hair to play with it. You don’t mind at all, you’re protected and this is fun. You’re more relaxed than you’ve been in months and it’s all due to him. “God, how do you feel?” You ask. “No regrets?”

Marcus can’t deny that. He likes to see his cum pooling in his lover's cunt. Part of him admits that it’s a breeding link but he wouldn’t tell his partner that. Not wanting to make them feel awkward. He smiles at you, pulling his fingers away and shamelessly licking them clean. “No regrets. That was amazing. I loved it. I want - I want to keep doing it. Do you?”

It’s hot to watch a man lick his own cum from his fingers and it makes you moan softly. “Absolutely.” You agree with a quick nod. “So much better than Bob.” You tuck your arm behind your head and look down at him. “We can keep it casual. Just text if we need to release some steam or set up a schedule if it makes you more comfortable.” You don’t particularly like planned out sex on a schedule but it’s not just about you.

“We can text.” He decides, not wanting you to feel like you need to fuck him every Wednesday evening. That feels too mechanical. “Casual and fun. If either one of us isn’t feeling it anymore, we talk. No bullshit ignoring each other. We are adults having fun.” Marcus pecks your lips, “I’ll get you some water.”

“Perfect.” You smile as he walks out of the room before you climb out of the bed to snatch your panties off the floor. Your shirt and bra are in the kitchen so you can’t put those on, but you can start getting dressed again. Since you’re done having sex, you don’t want to make things awkward by overstaying your welcome. By the time Marcus comes back, you are zipping up your jeans. “Thanks.” You smile when you see the bottle in his hand. “Did you get yourself some water or do you want to split this?”

“No, I'm good. It’s all yours, baby.” He promises, kissing your forehead and he walks back into the kitchen to grab the rest of your clothes after pulling on his boxers. Usually, he’d be asking if you want to stay for a movie but it’s clear that this is just sex and he will respect that. He has to come to terms with the fact that this is casual. He can’t let his romantic heart ruin a good thing.

Once all your clothes are back in place, you walk over to Marcus and kiss him gently. “I had a great time tonight.” You murmur, giving him a wink when you pull back. “Now I’m going to pass out and sleep like the dead until I have to get up.” You pat his chest gently. “You should do the same. I know you didn’t sleep for eight hours.”

Marcus chuckles, grabbing your hand to place a kiss on the back of it. “Come on sleeping beauty, let’s get you home.” He tangles his fingers with yours and walks you to his front door. “I had a great time.” He murmurs and you nod, “me too.” He opens his door, checking the coast is clear, “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.” He promises and you step into the hall, crossing it to your front door. “Goodnight Marcus.” You tell him after you unlock your front door. “Night.” He offers you a little wave and waits until you’re inside before he steps back into his own apartment. With a smile on his face, he gets ready for bed. What a wild day.

****

“Fuck,” Whimpering, you curl your hands around the blanket under you, trying not to reach up and hold onto him while he moves over you. Rocking into you with hard, deep thrusts as his jaw clenches. Stretching your neck out, you kiss along his jaw, shuffling your legs higher on his thighs and smirk when he groans. Your walls had clenched around him, something you know drives him wild and he twitches harshly.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart. That - shit - you feel so good. So fucking good.” He groans and turns his head to press his lips to yours. Two months you’ve been in his bed and every fucking time feels as good as the first. He shifts his hips, trying to find that angle you like and grins when you cry out beneath him. He knows your body as good as his own and he uses that to his advantage to make you cum.

“Marcus.” You close your eyes and moan his name again, loving how he always wants you to cum. He’s a fucking generous lover and the times where it’s just not possible for you to orgasm, he still makes you feel like you’ve had a great time. Sometimes it just won’t happen. “Fuck baby.” You whimper, getting closer to cumming with every harsh thrust.

Marcus can tell you’re close. Loving the whimpers escaping your lips and he reaches between you to rub your clit. “You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He asks, leaning in to kiss your jaw. His hips continue to keep the same steady pace despite his balls threatening to pull tight. He needs you to cum first.

The pressure of his fingers and the way his cock spears against your g-spot sends you over the edge. Crying out and clenching down around him as a wave of pleasure rushes over you. Soaking him in a hot rush of cum and making his thrusts sound so wet.

Working you through it, he focuses on his own pleasure. Picking up the pace, he hisses your name and starts to thrust harder and deeper. Grabbing your thighs, he pushes them back towards your chest so he can sink his cock deeper inside of you. “Fuck baby. I’m gonna - you’re gonna make me-” He pants and groans, pushing his cock deep inside of you to spill his cum.

You love the moment Marcus cums. The furrowed brow relaxes and his entire body follows suit. Melting into you while he throbs deep, filling you up. The heat from his cum always satisfying and you sigh softly, your hands finally reaching up and stroking his sweaty back. “So good.” You hum softly, kissing him again as he lets go of your legs to let them drop back down over his thighs.

Marcus takes a few moments then pulls out of you, kissing along your neck and he grunts when he stands, reaching for the wipes he now keeps on his nightstand to clean you up. “You want something to eat?” He asks, pulling on his boxers after he tosses the wipes.

“I shouldn’t.” You sit up and sigh. “I have a ton of studying to do when I go home, but I know you will argue that I won’t eat if I don’t eat here.” It’s a part of him that you adore. Even though this is casual, Marcus is still a man who likes to take care of people and it shows. “So, yeah.” You nod and reach for your shirt. “I’ll eat with you.”

“Good. You want breakfast for dinner? I have bacon. Pancakes. Eggs?” He asks and you nod. “Take your time here. I’ll go start the food.” He bends over to peck your lips and makes his way into the kitchen after grabbing his t-shirt. He knows this is dangerously overstepping from “friends with benefits” but he wants to take care of you. The lines are blurring and that terrifies him but there’s nothing he can do except go with the flow. Not if he wants to keep you in his life.

You jump into his shower, cleaning up even more than the wipes. You know Marcus won’t mind, he’s told you to clean up however you need to since he cums inside you every time. Redressing, you make your way out to the kitchen, smiling at the domestic scene as Marcus makes you pancakes. “So how is work going?” You ask, sitting at the stool at the bar and watching him.

“Good. Been crazy. We have this case…a famous piece of art was stolen from a senator's house and no one knows how it was taken. No camera footage has been altered. No one in or out. It’s bizarre.” He admits, sliding a pancake onto your plate while he turns back to the eggs and bacon.

Humming, you shake your head, amazed at the things that Marcus gets to see and the people that he gets to meet. “Fun.” You reach over and grab his water bottle and twist the cap off to steal a drink. “Betcha it’s an insurance grab.” You tell him. “They are always trying to pull shady shit.” Marcus hums, and you grin - knowing he’s not going to tell you anything about an active investigation. “We are about to work on ultrasounds this week.” You are excited about that. “Should be interesting. Getting to see organs on the inside.”

“Oh that’s cool. My girl is getting so close to being a nurse.” He winks at you, turning back to the stove and you stare at his back. He called you his girl. Marcus meanwhile, is cursing himself for letting that slip. He’s crossing boundaries and he knows you don’t want more than just fuck buddies. Neither does he. It’s less complicated, he’s less likely to get hurt.

It’s awkward for a few moments, the silence settling between you before you clear your throat. “So, I am probably going to be dead after the test coming up next week.” You inform him. “It’s going to be days of studying so I don’t flunk out. Don’t be surprised if I come beating on your door at 2AM, needing to cum. On the weekend of course.” You add, never wanting to interrupt his work schedule because of your needs.

“You can knock on my door whenever you want.” He reminds you, “I’ll make you cum whenever you want.” He winks and slides the eggs onto your plate. “Just make sure you do well on your exams. Then maybe I’ll reward you.” He winks at you, already thinking about buying you something nice. He knows it might overstep but you deserve it after working so hard.

You chuckle quietly and wonder how he would reward you. “Hmm, then I’ll make sure to study extra hard.” You promise, groaning at the smell of the food and you take another drink of your water. It’s easy with Marcus and you know that you should probably end things, because you are getting too deep but you don’t want to. It’s fun and you really like him.

Marcus smiles, taking a seat at the kitchen table and he watches you dig into the food he made. It would be so easy with you but he can’t risk it. He’s been hurt too many times and you are just starting your career. You’ll probably move away when you get a job offer, or find some hot doctor to date. “Better study hard then, baby.”

“When I do pass this fucking thing and get my degree, I am taking at least a month off from everything.” You tell him with a groan after you fork a bite of his pancakes up. He really does spoil you at times even though he doesn’t have to. “And I’m going to do nothing but walk around my apartment naked, sleeping, eating and hopefully fucking.” You wink at him and grin.

“We can definitely accommodate that.” He winks, taking a bite of his pancakes and he is eager to have you pass this exam so he can celebrate with you. Maybe he can even take you to dinner. “Ultrasounds are first.” He reminds you, wanting you to know he remembers what said earlier.

“Ultrasounds first.” You agree, quickly finishing your dinner and it’s automatic to get up and help Marcus clean up the kitchen. He always grumbles that you don’t have to, but you would feel like you are taking advantage of him. You rinse off your plate and load it into the dishwasher before you lean against the counter. “I should probably go.” You hum, not wanting to but you know you need to. “Let you relax.”

Marcus sighs, reluctant to let you go but he can’t just keep you here all the time. “Okay baby. I’ll see you later.” He pulls you close, pressing his lips to yours, and he smiles against your mouth when you peck his lips. “Good luck tomorrow.” He murmurs, guiding you over to the door and you quickly rush across the hall to your apartment. You offer him a soft “goodnight.” He winks and shuts his door, sighing to himself. He’s too deep and he’s gonna break his own heart.

****

“Once you spread the jelly across the surface, make sure you press the wand into the skin firmly.” Your instructor speaks out across the room, five different tables laid out with students stretched out on them with their shirts lifted up. You are on the first table since you want to see how it looks first.

“Ohh it’s cold.” You always heard people say the jelly was cold but it’s freezing. “There has to be a warmer or something.”

“We will make a note to the suppliers.” The instructor chuckles as she walks past, your fellow student sitting on the stool to press the wand into your skin. The instructor stands there, pointing out your organs until she stops talking, eyes wide. “There’s your womb.” She chokes out and your fellow student’s eyes widen. “And there’s your baby.” She chokes out and everyone scrambles to look at the screen, their gasps echoing in the room when they see the shape on the screen.

“What?” Your own eyes widen in disbelief, lurching up off the table and moving the wand away from your uterus for a second before your classmate brings it back and the baby reappears on the screen. “There’s no- it’s a trick right?” You ask breathlessly, confusion and terror, joy and absolute shock rushing through your entire body as you manage to tear your eyes away from the ultrasound to look at your instructor. Needing to see that she is playing a prank on you and will start laughing. “I can’t be preg-pregnant.”

Your instructor bites her lip, “you might want to get a test to confirm but…it looks like you’re pregnant. Congratulations.” She offers softly, seeing the shock on your face and she reaches out to take your hand. “I know it’s scary but you can leave now. I won’t keep you here for the class. You can go home.”

She prints out a few pictures for you and you gather your things, almost in a daze. Shocked that you have a baby inside you. You know that birth control isn’t one hundred percent but you hadn’t had any issues with it before. You drive to the doctor on auto pilot, demanding to be seen right away. You need a blood test to confirm what you know to be true, but you need the test.

****

Marcus is coming home when he sees you standing at his door. He frowns when he sees your face. “Hey baby. What’s wrong?” He asks, immediately walking up to you and he works on unlocking his front door. “Come in.” He orders, guiding you into his place and he sets his briefcase down to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

“I-” You shake your head, thoughts scattered and you’re not able to focus like you normally would. The blood test confirmed it, and from the scans, you know the approximate date of conception. It lines up with when you were with Marcus. It was a week that you only slept with him one time. “I need to talk to you.” You rub your hands on your pants and take a deep breath. “Marcus, I- I’m pregnant.”

Marcus stares at you, searching your eyes, and he chuckles after a moment. “Haha. Very funny. What is this? Trying to make me have a heart attack?” He jokes and shakes his head. When you continue to stare at him, not laughing, he pauses and stares at you. “You- you’re - seriously?” He chokes out.

Your hands shake as you pull out the scans and the blood test that shows positive for pregnancy. “I was in my- my ultrasound class today and I- the instructor showed me.” You manage. “I- I’m so sorry, Marc. I’ve been taking my birth control. This is my fault. I’m just-” You break off, unsure of what to say while he takes the paperwork from your hand.

Marcus stares at the scan and the results. He always imagined this moment to be joyous. To be in a committed relationship that he’s happy in and have a stable environment for his child to come into. He always imagined he would be crying with happiness at the prospect of being a father. Yet right now, he feels sick. He’s not ready to be a father. He doesn’t have the house or the dog or the yard. He’s not married. “I- I don’t know what to say.” He says honestly, frowning at you.

Six words seem to crush your soul. You had imagined that he would be surprised but ultimately happy. Or at least warmer. Instead he is frowning at you and that alone makes tears pool up in your eyes. “I- it’s okay.” You manage, wiping your eyes and nodding. “I just- I wanted to - to tell you. You don’t have to say anything.”

Marcus doesn’t know what to say. He didn’t anticipate this and he needs to process. “I, uh, I need to - to process this.” He admits and hands you back the scan. He is terrified, scared to lose you since you clearly didn’t want to be in a relationship and neither did he. This was supposed to be fun, casual. “Have you…have you considered what you want to do?”

“I- I don’t know.” You admit quietly, tucking the scans back into your jacket and giving a small shrug of your shoulders. “I just - I guess I need to process too.” Process is code for not wanting to deal with it, you know that. He doesn’t want a pregnancy with a woman he was just casually sleeping with and by his reaction, that hasn’t changed. “I just wanted you to know.” You turn around and grab your bag. “I’ll go and let you….process.”

He wants to drag you back and make you stay but he can’t. He needs to think about what he wants. You’re in school, you have your entire future ahead of you. He’s finally getting somewhere in his own work after having to prove himself. He’s been married, he’s been engaged. He’s done the right thing and both times he’d been burned. You aren’t like his exes. You are so different. You’re incredible. Smart, beautiful and you rock his world like no one else. He wants you but he can’t hold you back. You’ll hate him if he forces you into suburbia before you get the chance to live your life.

When you get back to your apartment, you just….deflate. Closing your door, you lean against it and let the hot tears that you had been holding back go. Rolling down your cheeks as the reality of your situation crashes over you. You’re pregnant. Not different than if it were by a one night stand. Marcus clearly isn't interested in raising a child and you don’t know if you want to take up the mantle of single motherhood. The other brochures in your pocket weigh it down, making you wonder if you shouldn’t schedule an appointment.

Marcus doesn’t know how long he’s on the sofa just staring into space but he keeps running through different scenarios. Trying to figure out what he should do. If he was old fashioned, he would head over to your apartment and he would get down on one knee and propose to you, be there as a husband and a father. He doesn’t want to be insincere. You’d look straight through him if he did that. “Shit.” He rubs his cheek, knowing he needs to talk this through with you. He stands up, making his way over to his front door and he opens it, stepping into the hallway to knock on your door.

You lift your head off the sofa where you had been laying when you hear the knock on the door. You know it’s Marcus. It has to be. Making you wonder if he’s already come to some grand conclusion while you are still reeling from the news. Groaning, you get up off the couch and walk over to the door, opening it and leaning against it as you look at your neighbor. “Hey.”

Marcus awkwardly stands there, tilting his head as he looks at you. “Can, uh, can I come in?” He asks and you nod, letting him walk inside. You are apprehensive and he clears his throat, realizing he’s never been inside of your place before. “You have a nice place.”

“Thanks.” You wonder why the small talk but you just decide to go with it. “Can I get you something to drink?” You don’t wait for an answer, turning on your heel and walking to the kitchen to grab some water for you and him. You can feel his eyes on your back but you don’t know why he is here, but you’re sure that it will be a serious talk. Opening the fridge, you grab two bottles and turn to set one on the counter in front of him where he had come to stand and open yours.

Marcus takes the water and leans against the counter, looking at the pamphlets you have there. One for pregnancy symptoms and another for abortion. “Do you…are you considering it?” He asks, placing his finger on the brochure.

“I’ve made an appointment.” You admit, not meeting his eyes and looking around your apartment. “I- I figure I can cancel it or change my mind if -” You shrug your shoulders and swallow harshly. “I don’t know.” You’re slightly overwhelmed right now, unsure of what to do or how to feel.

Marcus hates the thought of you aborting the baby. He wants it. He realizes that now. He wants the baby and he wants you. “Is that what you want?” He chokes out, staring at you. He wants to know what you’re thinking, desperate to find out.

“No.” You shake your head and sigh. “But I don’t want to be a single mother. I just-” You close your eyes, more tears slipping down your cheeks. “I wish I didn’t fuck up. That I didn’t put you in this mess. You- you must hate me.”

Shaking his head, Marcus moves fast to wrap his arms around you. “No. Baby, no. You - I could never hate you. I-” He pulls back so he can look into your watery eyes. “I love you. I’m in love with you. Shit, that should terrify me after all the shit I’ve been through but I love you. I want you. I want this baby.”

“You don’t have to say that.” You promise him, shaking your head. You know that he doesn’t want a baby or a relationship. He had told you that he had just wanted casual, that he wasn’t ready and it certainly wouldn’t be with someone who didn’t have their life together. “I promise you- you don’t have to-” You break off with a small sob, knowing you love him.

“Please listen to me. Believe me. I was scared. I am scared. I’ve had my heart broken too many times and I - I wanted you to enjoy your career, your future without me dragging you back. I didn’t want to hold you back. I want you, fuck, you’re all I think about. I love you. Please believe that. I love you.” He pleads, wanting you to believe him. He needs you to believe him.

Closing your eyes, your chin trembles and you nod. “I- I fucked up.” You admit quietly. “I should have ended things a month ago.” You tell him. “When I knew I wanted more than just casual, but I promise, promise, that I didn’t mess with my birth control. I didn’t- I wouldn’t do that.”

“No. No. I know you wouldn’t do that. I love you. I have for a while. I should’ve told you that a long time ago. Baby…do you- I want you to be my - my girlfriend. I want more. I want you.” He promises, suddenly terrified of losing you.

You give a tiny giggle at being asked to go steady when you are literally carrying his child, but you nod. “I’d like that.” You tell him gently. “Although no more wine when you feed me.” Your hand comes down to your stomach in awe, realizing that you are going to have to completely change your life around. “Since I’m pregnant.”

Marcus’s hand covers yours, swallowing harshly, and he is terrified but so excited. “You’re pregnant.” He declares in awe, leaning in to kiss you. “I love you. I mean It, I loved you before I found out and the baby. I’ve been a scared prick but I won’t be scared anymore. I’m ready for this”

“If you aren’t…that would be okay.” You offer, knowing that this is just being sprung on him. You know it takes two to tango, but you had also taken the responsibility of birth control on when you had let him cum inside you. “I don’t want to push you to take on anything you don’t think you can handle.”

“I can handle it baby. It’s…it’s all I’ve ever wanted. I just gave up on that dream, having not found the right person but I’ve found her. I love you. Please don’t doubt that. Let me - let me be a father, a partner.”

You bite your lip, considering his words as you look into his pleading eyes. You can tell that he wants to pull you into his arms. Marcus is sweet and loving and you are lucky that he wants to love you and do this with you. “Okay.” You agree softly. “Although we have to figure out what we are going to do.” You both only have a one bedroom apartment, not needing as much space and now you need more. “But for now, I- we can worry about that later. I’m not having the baby tomorrow.”

Marcus knows he will already start to plan moving forward. He will find a house for you both. He wants to take care of you and his child. “No, we have plenty of time. Have you eaten?” He asks, worried you haven’t eaten today after all the drama.

You can’t help but grin at him, loving how he always wants to feed you. It’s like providing food is his love language. “I haven’t had anything.” You admit quietly. “I was too unsettled to eat and haven’t really thought about it.”

“You’re gonna come to mine, let me feed you, and I want you to stay in my bed tonight.” He orders softly, not wanting you to spend a single night away from him from now on. “I’m gonna take care of you baby.”

“You promise?” You ask softly, a smile on your face and lean in to kiss him gently.

“I promise.” Marcus tells you solemnly. He might not have wanted anything more than casual, and he was right, he was lousy at it. His romantic heart had struck again and this time he had managed to find the perfect girl and discover that she loves him like he loves her along with having a baby on the way. Casual had quickly become serious and Marcus couldn’t be happier.

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Chapter 18: One Shot, Two Shot

Chapter Word Count: 4,864

TW (this is a joke this chapter)

1) A LOT OF ALCOHOL 2) Mouse is hot. period. 3) I had fun this chapter

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“Now tell me again why you need to weigh the alcohol?”

“Mouse, I’ve said it five times. Inventory reasons.”

“And each time…I was not listening.”

Jihoon stopped whatever he was writing down on the paper he pulled from a binder under the bar. Slowly he lifted his head to look across the counter, he looked at you all the annoyance on the planet. It kind of reminded you of when he looked at Soonyoung when he did something stupid.

“I can see why Jeonghan dates you.” He deadpanned with a roll of his eyes, focusing back down on the papers before him. “I’ve written down everything you need, all you have to do is write down the numbers I give you.”

Spinning the pages around and sliding them over, he dropped the pen on top, pulling out the scale from under the counter. With the papers under hand and pen held firmly, the two of you worked like a somewhat well oiled machine. Sometimes he would mutter and you’d have to ask him to repeat himself or you’d mishear which bottle he was weighing and didn’t want to write something in the wrong slot. It took at most forty-five minutes to go through all the liquor on the shelves with how extensive the bar was. Jihoon did pause a few times to answer messages on his phone which added some time but it didn’t bother you.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom.” You called out while he answered another text, hopping off the barstool and turning on your heels. Over the music you heard a grunt from him in confirmation that he heard you.

Luckily there was a red, neon lit sign hanging above the hall archway that said bathroom so you didn’t have to ask and you were pleasantly surprised at the quality of the restroom. The bathroom itself wasn’t too brightly lit, more than enough if someone was to fix their makeup but not enough to fully adjust their eyes when they went back to the main room. The sink countertops were a dark granite with a handful of silver/stainless steel sinks and rectangular mirrors before them. Much to your delight, the toilet stalls were fully enclosed with vacant and occupied signifiers for when they were locked.

One thing felt like it was missing, you were trying to place what was missing as you washed your hands once finished with your business. Walking back towards the bar, you took a seat and it all clicked.

“Jihoon, why don’t you have Angel Shot signs in your bathrooms?”

He lifted his head from his phone and raised a brow. “What’s an Angel Shot?”

You stared at him in disbelief before you furrowed your brow into a frown. “You own three clubs and don’t know what an Angel Shot is? That is so….Cis-Het of you…”

“Time out-” Jihoon put his phone down, moving to stand across the bar counter from you. “First off, the fuck does Cis-Het have to do with this and why are these so important because if I need to get another kind of alcohol, I don’t even know where to begin with it.”

“Oh my god, you really are Cis-Het.” You laughed , slapping your hand against the counter. “Oh my god, Minnie is going to love this- I’m calling Mingyu-”

“Explain to me what that-”

Ignoring his confusion, you pulled your phone from your pocket and group-called three people who definitely knew what an Angel Shot was. Mingyu was the first to answer, seeing as he was only upstairs, but the other two took a bit longer.

“ I’m literally upstairs, what?” Mingyu didn’t sound annoyed, but bored if you had to put a word to it.

“Hold on, I’m waiting for the other two to answer.”

The next to join the call was Joshua who hummed out in question why you were calling him, which you gave the near same answer, placing the phone on speaker.

When Seokmin answered, you hushed them all and leveled Jihoon with a pointed stare.

��I have a question for you three.” They all gave acknowledgement that they were listening. “Do you know what an Angel Shot is?”

“ Those are the shots you order when you feel unsafe, right? And different types of Angel Shots have different meanings?” Mingyu asked for calcification and Joshua responded.

“ Neat is to escort someone to their car, on the rocks is to call them a taxi, and with lime or a twist is to call the police for immediate danger.”

“Mister I own three clubs over here, don't know what an Angel Shot is.”

“ Wah, Jihoon, really? Very Cis-Het of you,” Seokmin added and you laughed again.

“That’s what I said, Minnie! Anyways, that’s all I needed, thanks.”

Hanging up, your stare didn’t let up and Jihoon huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Stop staring at me.”

“Why? Scared I know something you don’t?”

“No, I don’t want your goofy ass staring at me.”

“You don’t like that I know something you don’t know!”

Jihoon leveled you with a very bored, very unimpressed stare. “Would you be less annoying if I did put signs in the bathrooms?”

“Hell, I’ll even pay for them because it could save someone’s life.” You crossed your arms and lowered your voice. “Just because you are the big bad mafia, doesn’t mean you have to not help people. You and the staff can save plenty of people from predators that walk these streets.”

You had a special privilege when it came to those situations in the past since Seokmin was there for you, but you knew many people didn’t have a ‘knight in shining armor’ to save them in difficult to leave situations. Now you had a small army of friends you could call upon if anything was to happen. Clubs weren’t your thing but you’ve heard plenty of horror stories online that broke your heart.

“I’m serious, Jihoon. Even though they are random people, they…” You paused, an uncomfortable feeling bubbling in your chest. “Many of them have people they go home to, families and stuff, and for a while I was worried about stuff like that for myself…”

Jihoon stopped you, shoulders deflating and rounding the bar until he stood beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Mouse, you don’t have to explain yourself.”

“Yeah- Sorry…” You ran a hand through your hair, sighing quietly. “I get in my head sometimes.”

“We all do, it makes you human. I understand what you are saying. I’ll get the signs, train the staff, would you like to help with it?” He sounded sincere, even leaning over to take in your expression as you thought it over.

“Can I?”

“Well, I’m asking you and I’m in charge so...”

You elbowed Jihoon in the ribs and he just snickered.

“Can you help me finish the alcohol now?”

“All I’m saying,” Jihoon took a bite of a french fry, pointing the bitten end at you. “Is that if you are dating Jeonghan, you can be a worm in his ear which in turn becomes a worm in Seungcheol’s ear.”

“Jihoon, I am not asking Jeonghan to tell Seungcheol to have him restore a vintage mustang when you don’t even drive your Lambo.”

“Come on!” Jihoon huffed, dropping the fry into his take out container.

“Mingyu already tried to have me tell Jeonghan the house needed a new stove.” You laughed, stealing a few french fries from him. “Like he couldn’t pay for it which was dumb as hell.”

“I mean, I’d pay for everything, but I know nothing about cars to restore one.”

“Maybe we should get you to learn how to cook first.”

Jihoon visibly cringed. “It’s not like I can’t cook, it's more that cooking takes time away from other things I do so I’m too lazy to do it.”

You laugh, “Oh yeah because working out and sleeping are more important than feeding yourself.”

“To be absolutely fair, someone else is always cooking enough for leftovers.”

“I can’t say I didn’t contribute to that when Mingyu was down.”

“Make that spicy chicken bake again by the way. We all finished it in under two days.”

Gasping, you stared at him in surprise. “I made three trays!”

“And you fed thirteen guys!” He defended.

“Who ate the most of it?”

“I will not answer that.”

“I’m going to blame you.”

“Blame Seokmin.”

“Bastard!”

The two of you shared a laugh, sitting on the bar stools, eating the fast food take out he had delivered. Mingyu had taken his food up to the office while you and Jihoon stayed and finished out the bottle weighing. It was the first time actually sitting down and talking to Jihoon which was nice, a bit of a fresh break from the chaos that came when everyone was around and you couldn’t really hear yourself think. He was reserved when talking about certain parts of the business, but was open when talking about the clubs in general.

Ruby was the first club to open. In the beginning it was a dingy little joint that he wanted to grow into a big night life scene. When the money was prevalent, he bought the building next to it and expanded, then the next building and added on. Serenity was built second, he said it was more a classy, jazz bar. It had a dress code and all tables were reserved. It was his pride and joy, something he poured a lot of time and money into more than Ruby.

As for the last one, Quartz was the newest, only two years old. It was the second largest where Seungkwan and Mingyu did event coordination and dedicated nights for certain types of music. They sold tickets to the dedicated night events for eighteen and up, always keeping a close eye on people eighteen through twenty so they aren’t buying drinks, using sharpie to mark their hands with Xs. Unsurprisingly, Vernon bounced between Quartz and Ruby as his infamous title of DJ Leaf Blower , which Jihoon wasn’t the most fond of but he stopped fighting against Vernon years ago.

“Have you ever actually been to one of the clubs?”

You shook your head and laughed, looking about the main floor of Ruby . “Never in a million years would I have stepped foot in here before you guys. Minnie tried for so long to get me to come out with him one night but I’m not much of a club person.”

“Shame, maybe we can drag you out now.” Jihoon smirked and you glared at him.

“Are you trying to say something, Jihoon?”

“Nah, you are just boring.”

“I will kick your ass.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

It felt a bit like a silly idea, but you were going with the flow. It was the weekend after your adventure at Ruby with helping Jihoon. He had promised that the first day they were closed he’d hold a meeting and get signs put up and you were busy so you ended up unable to help with anything. From what you heard, the idea came across well to the staff and Seungkwan, Mingyu, and Seokmin loved it even more when they learned it was your idea.

Now you were getting to ‘ go out on the town’ as Joshua said when he and Jeonghan showed up. You called him old, he called you short, the cycle continued.

The two looked…nice. Both dressed in black slacks and button ups, Jeonghan in a navy blue top while Joshua kept with his usual crisp white.

“Mouse,” Jeonghan called out from your living room in a sing-song voice, “Hurry up!”

“Give me a second!” You yelled through your closed door, checking over your make up once more then standing back to look in the mirror.

You had turned to Pinterest of all places to pick an outfit earlier in the week. After work on Wednesday, you took a taxi to the mall to find a suitable outfit that would make you feel hot and hopefully catch a few eyes (not that Jeonghan cared, he would hype you up, he knew where your heart rested). You were maybe a bit too successful in the white, lace-y bodysuit and very short, tulip hemmed black leather skirt. As a precaution and comfortability, you added black, spandex shorts underneath. The outfit was finished off with strappy black heels and one of your comfortable leather jackets.

Hot was an understatement in your head. You could wear revealing clothes but this was a whole other level. The bodysuit covered what was needed but didn’t leave much to the imagination outside of that. The skirt was short, much shorter than any you’ve worn to work. You kept your hair down and the makeup smoky, a simple nude lipstick to finish everything off. You did pack a small bag with extra shoes if you wanted to change but the ones you picked were surprisingly comfortable.

“You have two seconds to come out before I come in.” Jeonghan knocked and you hurried to pull the door open. He looked down to you, raising a brow as his eyes raked over your body. He even let out a whistle. “We should have taken you out way before now.”

“Shut up and take this.” You pressed a bag to his chest which he gladly took, letting you walk past him. A hand met your butt and you squeaked, turning to hit Jeonghan in the arm. “Hannie!”

All he did was snicker and send a wink your way, a wide smirk on his features. With a huff, you hurried away from him, entering into the living room where Joshua sat on your couch.

“Are you finally done-” He sat up straight, phone nearly slipping from his hand when you came into view. Joshua swallowed, eyes moving to look at you from head to toe, and stood quickly, turning to go around the couch and push some hair from his face. “We should get going, Jihoon reserved the top area for all of us.”

Jeonghan stopped beside you, both raising a brow at each other before following after Joshua who was quick to leave the apartment.

“Was that weird?” You whispered, taking Jeonghan’s hand as you walked down the hall.

Your boyfriend shrugged, “He is always weird.”

One of their men drove the three of you to the club. Joshua took the seat up front while you and Jeonghan sat in the back. It was already past opening and the line to get in was down the street with security making sure it stayed orderly.

The car pulled up to the curb near the entrance and two guards came, standing near the front and back of the car. Joshua was first to get out, straightening his shirt. Jeonghan stepped out before you, holding his hand out for you to take and slide out of the car. You kept your face turned more away from the line of people and walked between the two older men, the guard at the door opening it for your three.

The music was loud and it was decently crowded, people were dancing and the bar was littered with bodies to get drinks or take a rest on a stool. Each table was full and more security paced around the edges, keeping watchful eyes out. Behind the bar, to your surprise, was Jihoon and Chan, along with a few other staff members to serve the people. They looked in their element, Jihoon more than Chan, but both had different vibes overall. One turn of your head found Vernon behind the DJs booth with a headset on, pushing some buttons on his laptop.

Jeonghan led you with a hand on your lower back towards the stairs to the upper VIP area, keeping you from bumping into random people. The last guard to the stairs let you pass with a nod to both Joshua and Jeonghan. When you got to the top, you took note of many of the other guys, but your eyes set on Siyeon, her hair now shoulder length, bleach blond. She was in a fitted black crop top and white ripped jeans, sitting on the couch while in conversation with Seungkwan.

“Mouse!” Seokmin was enveloping you in a hug the moment you were within reach. He stepped back and held your arms, giving a whistle as he took your entire outfit in. “God damn, girl, didn’t know my best friend was this hot.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes, seeing the ripped black jeans and white button up. “You think your skinny jeans can hold your thighs?”

“I think they fit just right.” The smirk on his face was accented by a wink.

“Goodbye, hate you so much.” Pushing him away, you passed a few of the guys, waving to them.

“What do you want to drink?” Jeonghan came up behind you, placing his hand around your waist, moving it down to smooth out the skirt at your hip.

“Surprise me, I’m here to have fun.” You placed a kiss to his check then hip checked him. “I’m going to talk to Siyeon.”

Jeonghan returned the kiss with one of his own to your cheek then another to your temple. “Yes, Ma’am.” He was gladly taking your jacket, watching you scurry off.

“There is my gorgeous girl.” Siyeon took your hand and pulled you closer, running her eyes up and down your form, smiling so gently. “Looking good. No one will be able to take their eyes off of you.”

“Easy there, you’ll make me blush.” Faking a swoon, she chuckled at your antics.

“You guys are gross,” Seungkwan pretended to vomit, side eyeing the two of you.

“Oh shut it, I know what you and Vernon do behind closed doors.” You fired back and Seungkwan’s face flared bright red. Siyeon placed her arm around your waist, having you stand beside her, placing two on one in this situation.

“Wooyoung does like to gossip.” Siyeon hummed.

“Why did Jeonghan let you two become friends?” He asked himself, but you snorted. “He has created another demon.”

“Oh no, Kwannie, I already was one, you guys just helped me break out of that shell.”

Jeonghan did return with a Tequila Sunrise for you and a glass of whiskey for himself. When you took your first sip, you nearly gagged, only for Jeonghan to say that Jihoon poured maybe a double shot for fun. You were lucky you ate before Joshua and Jeonghan showed up because you were going to need it to keep from getting too sick. When you finished the first drink, you settled on going down and getting something yourself, wanting to mingle among the crowd and maybe dance if you felt up to it.

Siyeon booted Jeonghan away, saying she was going to be your company for the night and that ‘ boyfriends weren’t allowed’ . Jeonghan made a comment that you could handle yourself just fine and if you needed help, someone wouldn’t be too far behind. Downstairs, you got a seat at the bar counter, waving Jihoon over when he looked in your direction.

“Another sunrise, but don’t kill me this time.” You said the best you could over the music when he leaned over.

“Ah, but where is the fun in that, Mouse?” He laughed, “I’ll be right back.”

Looking over your shoulder, you saw Siyeon in the crowd of bodies with someone you couldn’t properly see pressed against her form. Turning back to the bar, Jihoon slid back in, passing the glass over to you. With a thank you, he was off and you stayed seated, holding your drink close as you turned to face out into the crowd. You crossed one leg over the other, bouncing your foot to the beat Vernon was currently mixing.

“You look lonely.” The voice that was close to your ear was familiar, it had you smirking and sipping the fruity drink in your hand.

“Are you going to fix that, Woo?” Peeking at him from your peripheral, he looked good. Half unbuttoned shirt, hair pushed back, even the simple chains he wore added to the charm.

“I dunno, will your boy toy let me?”

“Better question, will I let you?” You continued to sip from your glass, watching him smirk.

“I don’t think you will.” He sounded amused and you reached over and patted his cheek.

“Smart, keep it up and you might get a gold star next time.” Taking a breath in, you downed the rest of your glass, placing it on the counter, and hopping off the stool. “Don’t wait up.”

Entering into the mass of people out on the floor was easier than you imagined. You had your sights set on getting to Siyeon but one hand around your waist and a very pretty woman swaying with you to the beat of the music got you horribly distracted. Her hands were on your hips and you let her lead the way, losing yourself a little in the lightness taking hold of your thoughts and the fun you were slipping into. Before you noticed, another set of hands were on your waist but a glance at the nails and the rings made it known that Siyeon was behind you.

After a few songs, the woman in front of you split off and you didn’t let the vibes get down. The music was something upbeat, it had you jumping and turning to dance with all your heart beside Siyeon. It wasn’t long before Seokmin was sliding up with you and Siyeon was passing you off to mingle around more. Much to your enjoyment, Seokmin joined in on your vibe, laughing at some goofy dance moves you managed to execute, but mainly let you be with the free spirit that overtook you.

“Shots?” He leaned in so you could hear him over the music.

“Shots!” Taking his hand, you pulled him through the crowd towards the bar, waiting your turn to get towards the counter, smiling brightly to Chan who held up a finger to signal you to wait. “Vodka?”

A wide smile spread on his face and he gave a nod. “Vodka.”

Chan’s stroll over and one look at your bright eyes and smile had him shaking his head. “What do you want, Mouse?”

“Two vodka shots! You pick the bottle.”

“Are you gonna be watching her?” He asked over your shoulder to Seokmin who gave a thumbs up.

“I’ll make sure my honey is perfectly fine~”

With trained speed, Chan was placing the shot glasses and pouring the vodka, passing them towards the two of you. “There is Gatorade in the office.”

“A life saver you are.” You blew him a kiss before he walked off.

Each of you took the shots in hand before tapping them on the counter and downing it. You cringed the slightest bit but the alcohol was smoother than you expected.

“I’m going to regret this tomorrow.” Pushing off the bar, you grabbed Seokmin’s hand once more. “But fuck it, it’s the weekend!”

Between the dancing with Seokmin and the randoms that cared to join, the two of you went shot for shot. It was fun, carefree, something you haven’t done since college properly even if you weren’t much of a partier. Wooyoung joined for a dance before finding a piece of eye candy and Siyeon was a sweetheart, making sure you at least had some water between the shots (she scolded Seokmin but he was teetering on drunk with you). Jihoon questioned if he was going to need to cut both of you off but all you had to do was pout and remind him that it was his idea for you to come to the club. And that you weren’t driving so what was the harm in pushing some limits. Seokmin did manage to convince you to head upstairs and take a breather, which you agreed to under the guise that he’d get your other shoes from Jihoon’s office.

Taking a seat between Jeonghan and Joshua who sat on one of the couches, you were quick to take your heels off and curl up beside him.

“Enjoying yourself, love?” Jeonghan asked, placing his arm around your shoulder and keeping you close.

“I am. Minnie said we should sit down for a little.” Your words were a bit jumbled but he understood you. “He is getting my other shoes.”

“Mmhm, you were smart to bring another pair.” His praise had you curling closer against his side.

“I’m going to have the worst hangover tomorrow.”

Joshua snorted on your other side, sipping his drink. “Jihoon said you have been getting shot after shot. You are going to feel like hell tomorrow.”

Huffing, you pressed your back against Jeonghan’s side and tossed your legs over Joshua’s lap. “I might feel like hell but at least I am not being a bum and sitting up here.”

“Hey, ouch.” Jeonghan laughed. “Shua can have plenty of fun, he just needs more alcohol to unwind.”

There was something in his tone that you couldn’t pinpoint with the haze fogging your mind. Joshua was looking over you to Jeonghan and he was glaring, but Seokmin was back, tossing your bag into your lap. You removed your legs from Joshua’s lap and slipped into the strappy sandals you brought and rolled your ankles, humming in relief.

“If you losers will excuse me, I’m going to dance with someone pretty.”

Jeonghan snickered, giving your thigh a tap as you stood. “Go get ‘em tiger.”

You don’t know how long you’ve been on the floor in the rush of people. Vernon had switched off from being DJ to another guy that kept the vibes just as high. You had bounced between dancing with small groups of drunk women, the occasional guy that was ballsy enough to approach, or simply letting the music take over to dance by yourself. There was a hand that did try and trail too low from a drunk man but you shut that down immediately and tangled yourself in with Wooyoung who was still with the eye candy from earlier.

“Mouse-” Joshua’s voice over the music had you tense for a moment but the hand that was gently placed on your waist eased the tension. “Some of us are heading out. Did you want to come?”

“Huh-” You turned, finally processing just how close he was to you, him now holding your waist with both hands. “Oh-”

There was a little sway to his stance that was in time with the music. The top buttons to his shirt were undone and his sleeves were rolled up nearly to his elbows. From Joshua’s drinks earlier, there was a red flush to his skin but somehow he looked like he was glowing until the multicolored lights that shone over the crowd. He was leaning close and despite the bodies that surrounded you, you could smell the scent of his cologne that still clung to his skin. Joshua looked…handsome, probably something more than that but you weren’t able to think straight as you stared at him.

“Mouse?” He looked concerned but you nodded, leaning away and placing a hand to your forehead to think straight .

“Yeah-” You shook your head, averting your eyes. “Yeah, I think I should get out of here.”

Joshua gently took your hand in his and led you through out of the crowd, having you sit and wait there until some of the others came down. You waved down one of the bartenders seeing Jihoon and Chan were busy and ordered some water, chugging it down quickly to hopefully cool the heat under your skin.

Maybe I had too much to drink, you thought, staring down at the empty glass. Nah, definitely too much to drink…

“You aren’t looking too hot.” Jihoon broke you from your little trance and took the glass from your hand to refill it. “Are one of the guys going to take you home?”

You nodded, “Shua said some of the guys were leaving and asked if I wanted to go.”

He gave a small nod before hurrying off to serve someone else.

It wasn’t long before Jeonghan was at your side, helping you off the stool and placing your jacket over your shoulders. Instead of Joshua being in the car with you, Seokmin and Vernon wormed their way in with Seokmin on your side and Vernon sitting up front. With the penthouse being closer, the man driving the four of you dropped Seokmin and Vernon off first, leaving Jeonghan and you to head back to your apartment.

Jeonghan was an absolute doll, helping you get your makeup off and brushing your hair. He got you a pair of pajamas when you asked and helped you into the bathroom so you could change and wash your face. While you did want to curl up and cuddle with him to sleep, he only tucked you in and placed a chaste kiss to your lips when you pouted, making sure you had a water bottle and some pain killers, saying he’d come back the following day to get a much needed hangover breakfast.

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My next entry for @harringrove-flip-reverse-it event, still day one, but I'm posting them separately because yeah. Prompt: SFW - Language of Flowers Title: Mystified Defines it Best Word Count: 5131 words TWs: Mildly Dubious Consent, Explicit Content

Billy had a problem. He had a few, actually, but of them, there were two very big ones that he had to deal with at present. For one, he was stuck in this new little podunk town in the middle of nowhere, and he didn’t like it. You see, he was a warlock, or a male witch, and he got the sneaking suspicion that not many of the conservative christian population of his new area would take too kindly to that. Not only that, but it was a rural place that was cold for half the year, and that’s why his dad chose to move them all here. He knew Billy always had flowers around him, even if he didn’t know why, and in a place that was frozen over six months out of the year, he wouldn’t be able to get them as easily as he did in California. It bothered Billy, because he used flowers in a lot of his spells, just like his mother had taught him, and his only consolation was that there were a couple of flower shops in town he was hoping to get a job at once they got settled.

But he also had a bigger problem, one that he didn’t quite know how to solve, and the problem’s name was Steve Harrington.

Billy had met him on Halloween, and immediately had been drawn to him. He was beautiful, and kind, and just had this allure to him that captivated Billy to the point that he wanted his attention, no matter what kind it was. Positive, negative, it didn’t matter, as long as Steve was focused on him. It became like a game, how easily could he get his attention and keep it, and the more he played it, the more addicted he became. He wanted him, and as he began to crave his attention more and more, he finally decided to do something about it.

Luckily for him, a few days after they moved to town, Billy had found the time to go around and check out the flower shops in town. There were three of them, a little farmer’s market that sold flowers and produce, a small shop that sold arrangements mostly for special occasions, and a larger shop that sold flowers for everyday use. He looked at all three of them, and they were all nice, but the one that he was most impressed with was the third one. It had a decently sized greenhouse and was owned by a lady named Becky, though she didn’t actually work there much these days, since she had a disabled sister she needed to care for. Still, all new hires had to go through her, and as soon as Billy saw the ‘Help Wanted’ sign in the window, he called the number listed and set up a time to meet her. She was impressed with his extensive knowledge of flowers and plants, and thus offered him the job right away, asking when he could start. Billy started the next day, and within a week, had the job down to a science, as well as free reign of the shop and the greenhouse.

Billy couldn’t believe his luck. Not only did he have a job that actually paid him decently, but he also had access to a lot of out of season flowers that he wouldn’t have otherwise been able to acquire. And thus, he took every available shift he could, eager to start collecting as many flowers as he could for the spell he was planning to concoct.

It was a simple spell, one that his mother had taught him before she left, to help attract a person to another. There were a few variations that one could add to it depending on what they wanted to get out of it. But she cautioned him, she had used it on his father, and it had been good for a while, but once she began to feel affection for another, the spell soured, and in turn had a reverse effect. Instead of his love for her growing, it was diminished and turned to hatred. She told him that he had to be careful with it, because the more the spell was cast, the more intense the hatred will be if it goes wrong. She told him to only use the more mild versions, to attract friendship or respectful bonds, but Billy was never one to do as he was told.

So he collected what he needed, storing them in jars until he was ready to use them, and finally, on a day in the middle of November, he finally had everything.

He waited until nobody else was home, then went to the kitchen, getting out a bowl and cheesecloth he’d bought earlier. He knew his family would be out for the rest of the night, Max was with her little friends and his dad had taken Susan for a date night, so he had all the time he needed to do what he wanted. He put the cheesecloth in the bowl, then filled it with water, and once it was full, he turned back to the sink, getting out his flowers, a cutting board and a knife.

It was a simple process, really. First, he washed the flower petals, making sure no dirt was on them so as not to muck up the spell. Then, he chopped up the petals into small pieces, and finally, he was ready to start speaking the words. He didn’t know why the old witches considered themselves poets, but who was he to critique their methods?

“Cockscomb for affection, orange lily for desire, and to add some pleasure, some primrose is required,” he started, adding the flower bits to the bowl with the water as he went, “Ranunculus for fascination, lale is there for lust, some fennel for protection, and bluebell for some luck. White willow to enthrall you, bonewort so I’m on your mind, scorpion-grass so you forget me not, and cape jasmine to make you mine. Peony to get you in the mood, squill to make it last, and finally some crocus I'll add, to keep you coming back.”

After reciting the words, Billy put the lid on the bowl, gently swishing the water and petals around before taking it back to his room and hiding the bowl under his bed. It would need a day or so to rest, and then he could distill it into a cologne of sorts, and all he had to do was think of Steve every time he used it. That wouldn’t be hard at all, he already thought of Steve most of the time anyway.

It only took four days of using the stuff for it to work.

On that day, a fairly warm day for the end of November, Billy was in the parking lot, leaning on his car and waiting for Max to come from the middle school, when Steve approached him. He looked a mix of confused, curious and wary, but he didn’t let it stop him, and soon enough he was standing right in front of Billy.

“Hey there, pretty boy,” Billy smiled, slipping his hands in his pockets and standing up straighter, “What can I do you for?”

“What did you do to me?” Steve asked, not bothering with any preamble.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Billy said, his grin only widening as he relaxed against his car again.

“Oh, really? You didn’t do anything?” Steve glared a little, “Then why can’t I get you out of my head? For weeks I hardly thought of you at all, but now, all of a sudden, you’re almost permanently in my head and I know you have to have something to do with it.”

“I think you’re a little confused, amigo,” Billy chuckled, shaking his head. “That doesn’t sound like anything I did to you. If anything, it almost sounds like you’re getting obsessed with me.”

“What? No way! Why would I obsess over you after what you did to my face a few weeks ago?”

“I don’t know, princess, but it sounds to me like maybe you’ve got a little crush on me,” Billy shrugged, his heart speeding up a little.

“That’s ridiculous! I’m not even into guys,” Steve said, fighting to keep his voice down as his brows knit together like he was worried.

“How do you know? Have you ever tried it?” Billy leaned forward, getting in Steve’s face a little.

“What? N-no! Why would you even ask that?! I’m not queer!” Steve scream-whispered, starting to squirm a little, much to Billy’s amusement.

“Maybe not before, but I mean, you’ve never tried it, so how do you know for sure? You might be,” Billy shrugged again, seeing Max approaching over Steve’s shoulder as he started to freak out a little more. “Look, I’m just fuckin’ with you Harrington, but why don’t you meet me at skull rock tonight, and maybe you'll figure it out? 11:00 sharp. Now get outta here, I gotta take my sister home.”

Steve flinched harshly as Max walked up next to him, as if he was woken from a trance, and after giving her a half-hearted smile as she got in the car, he walked away.

“I thought we said you were gonna stay away from my friends,” Max glared as she made herself comfortable in the passenger’s seat.

“Hey, don’t bust my balls, he came up to me, alright? And besides, how do you know we haven’t made up and become best friends?” Billy said, not even letting it bother him.

“Like that would ever happen,” Max rolled her eyes.

“You’d be surprised, shitbird. Now shut up and let me drive.”

Billy snuck out that evening as soon as he heard his dad snoring in his room, sometime around 10:45. He had spent the time leading up to that styling his hair and making sure he looked as good as he could, and just to be safe, he put on more of his mix he had made, taking it with him once done. He slipped out his window with ease and got in his car, making sure not to rev the engine so as not to alert anyone of him leaving. Once he was out of Cherry Lane though, all bets were off. He sped down the streets of Hawkins like a madman, and arrived at the edge of the woods in just a few minutes, turning off his car and walking into them towards the meeting place.

When he finally found it, he checked his watch, seeing that it was now 11:02, and Steve was nowhere to be found. He started fidgeting around when he checked his watch six minutes later and he still wasn’t there, but finally, he heard something moving through the brush a few feet away, and through the trees, he finally appeared.

“I was starting to think you might not make it,” Billy said, smiling as the anxious energy left his body and he was able to turn on the charm.

“I almost didn’t, but then I felt like if I didn’t come, I might go crazy. Something was drawing me here,” Steve said, fiddling with his fingers nervously.

“What do you think it was?” Billy asked, slinking a little closer to Steve.

“I don’t know, I just know it’s there.”

“I know what it was. Curiosity. You want to know if there was any truth to what I said earlier, don’t you?” Billy leaned against the boulder behind him, crossing his arms, “I think I can help with that.”

“How?” Steve asked, his head cocking like a little dog. It was adorable.

“Kiss me,” Billy replied, leaning forward into Steve’s face, his smile bigger than ever.

“Wh- excuse me, what?” Steve said, taking a step back, shaking his head and crossing his arms, too.

“You heard me,” Billy leaned back again, unphased.

“I-I…” Steve swallowed, looking both panicked and intrigued.

“Aww, shy, pretty boy?” Billy asked, then jerked his head to the side, “C’mere.”

There was a tense second where nothing happened. Steve stared at Billy. Billy stared back. And then Steve started to move. He walked over to Billy, his hands shaking, and when he found Billy was still only standing there looking at him, he leaned in closer.

Billy met him halfway, still smiling a little as finally, their lips touched, and a bolt of lightning shot through both of them. Billy’s hands settled on Steve’s face and neck as he started to relax, and Steve’s went to Billy’s waist, still shaking a little. After a few more seconds it ended, and the two stayed close as they parted, just enough that Steve felt the little chuckle Billy let out more than he heard it.

“How was that?” Billy asked, putting one of his hands in his pocket.

“I… I don’t know,” Steve mumbled, “I-I mean, good, but I don’t… I don’t know.”

“Well then, why don’t we try it again?” Billy asked, guiding Steve back in before he could even think of an answer. Their eyes fell closed again, and this time, Billy took it a step further, using his tongue to slowly pry Steve’s mouth open, and as soon as it was, diving inside to get a real taste of him. Steve made a noise in the back of his throat, so Billy kept going, and took his other hand from his face to open the bottle he’d kept hidden in his pocket. Once it was open, he got a little bit onto his fingers, then closed the bottle back up, and slipped it away again. He then returned his hands to Steve’s face, brushing the damp tips of his fingers across his cheeks as he did, and heard Steve sigh as he began to relax even more.

“What did you think that time?” Billy asked as they parted again, moving back in to kiss Steve’s neck as he answered.

“I think,” he swallowed, and Billy felt it against his lips, “I liked it. I don’t know wh-what that means yet, but I kinda… I kinda don’t want it to stop a-after tonight. I just wanna do it again and again and again.”

“I think I can make that happen,” Billy said between kisses, but then he stopped so he could look Steve in the eyes. “Or,” he said, “We can take it a step further. How does that sound?”

“Wh-what would that entail?” Steve asked, still a little nervous, but Billy wasn’t fooled. He was watching as Steve’s pupils grew, and he knew that he had him, hook, line and sinker.

“Well, I could suck you off, would you like that?” He asked, leaning close to whisper it in his ear, and lightly biting it after. He felt Steve shudder, and he chuckled lightly when he nodded quickly.

“Alright, baby, you just leave it to me,” Billy said, his hands tracing down his body to his belt buckle, “I’ll make you see God.”

Steve shuddered again as Billy fell to his knees in front of him, practically tearing his jeans open and down his thighs until he was met with the sight of his dick, already half hard and starting to leak. He took it in hand and shuffled a little closer, stopping just for a second to glance up at Steve and make sure he was alright. He nodded, so Billy continued, holding eye contact as he began to kiss at the head, not wanting to take too much too fast, for both their sakes. And besides, he wanted to savor this, the first time he’d ever gotten a taste of Steve.

He watched as his eye fluttered gently as he wrapped his lips around his cock, taking his time to draw more of him in and pleasure him with his tongue. He was gorgeous like this, even more so than usual, and it was driving Billy mad.

“Oh, God, Billy…” Steve sighed, the shake in his hands returning as he placed one on Billy’s shoulder, “Please. More. Please.”

“You got it, baby,” Billy said, using his hand as he stopped to speak, “Anything you want in the whole wide world, you just ask and I’ll give it to you, understand? Anything you want.”

“I just want you,” Steve whispered.

“And baby, you got me.”

Billy stopped talking, deciding to put his mouth to better use and continue sucking Steve off, pulling out every trick he knew to make this as good for Steve as he possibly could. He had to. He didn’t want Steve to be coming back to him just because of the spell. He wanted him to want him regardless of any kind of magic he could do.

He could tell when Steve was getting close by the way he was breathing, and by the way he started spouting gibberish in an attempt to warn him. But Billy didn’t pull away and just finish him off with his hand. Instead, he worked harder with his tongue and throat, until Steve cried out as he came straight down it. Billy took it gladly, relishing the taste of him until there was none left, and Steve began to squirm in discomfort. Only then did Billy pull off, and after wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he smiled and stood back up.

“How was that, princess?” He asked, tossing his arms over Steve’s shoulders and holding his wrist with his hand. He wanted to keep Steve as close to him as possible, but he didn’t want to seem desperate.

“Amazing,” Steve replied, a dopey, half-drunk looking smile on his face as he pulled Billy closer, wrapping his arms around his waist. “I can’t believe I never thought about you this way before. You’re beautiful, you’re nicer than I thought, and you can give head like nobody’s business. You’re perfect.”

“Only for you, baby, only for you,” Billy said, kissing him gently.

“So, what now?” Steve asked, his eyes bright and dreamy as he gazed into Billy's.

“Well, you could kiss me some more. Or,” Billy paused, wiggling his eyebrows before getting close again and whispering in Steve's ear, “I could bend you over that log over there, eat you out until you cry and fuck you until you forget your own name.”

Steve’s eyes went wide as a fiery blush spread over his whole body, and he almost gave himself whiplash with how hard he nodded. Billy grinned as he found his hand and took it, stepping back again and using it to pull Steve over to the log a few feet away. Steve’s pants were still undone, so he didn’t have to worry about taking the time to get them down. Instead, he gently pushed him over the log, making sure he was supported enough and that he was comfortable, still clasping his hand. Once Steve was in the position he wanted him, he raised their joined hands to his mouth and licked the back of Steve’s, then he dropped it. Steve shivered as he now used both of his hands to keep himself steady, and Billy laughed a little as he knelt down behind the other boy, pulling his jeans and underwear down farther and cupping his ass. He felt the jolt of shock that went through Steve as he touched him, and waited until he relaxed again to spread him open, exposing his hole to the cool night air and causing him to shiver again.

“You ready for me, baby?” Billy asked, and from the way Steve breathed out a desperate, “Yes, please,” Billy knew that this was it. Spell or no spell, Steve was going to be his forever. He would make absolutely sure of that. And the first step would be to show him just how fucking fantastic he could make him feel.

He didn’t wait any longer, instead he dove straight in and started to tease him with his tongue, dragging it in one long stroke all the way from his perineum to the base of his spine, then going back in and lapping at his hole. He alternated between that and leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses all over, sometimes adding in a bit of teeth to make him squirm. Steve was nearly screaming with pleasure as Billy refused to give him a break for even a second, the noises only encouraging him to do more. Soon enough he started to add his fingers into the mix, working up as much spit as he could and letting it dribble onto Steve’s hole to help ease the way for one of them to start pushing in.

Steve gasped as he felt the intrusion, sighing heavily as he tried to ease his body into taking it. It took him a few tries to be fully relaxed, but as soon as he was, Billy was spitting on him again and adding a second finger, wiggling them inside him to loosen him up. He cried out as tears leapt into his eyes, and he forced himself to calm down and focus on Billy’s tongue, which was still lavishing him wherever it could reach around his fingers. And once again, just as he got ahold of himself, Billy was pushing him to his limits, starting to work in a third finger, but unable to get it very far with how tense Steve was.

“Billy, baby… It’s, ah, it’s too… too much,” Steve whimpered, shaking his head as Billy kept pushing forward, even though he didn’t get very far.

“If this is too much, how do you expect to take my dick, huh? C’mon, sweetheart, you can take it,” Billy said, wiggling his fingers some more and making Steve gasp. “Just relax, baby. Focus on my mouth, alright? You can take it.”

Steve was going to protest again, but before he could get a word out, he felt wet heat surrounding his balls, and his brain went dead. He felt like a rag doll as he started to slump over from the pleasure of it, and he felt Billy humming in satisfaction as his body went pliant enough for him to finally work in his ring finger. He pumped all three of them in and out of Steve like it was his only mission in life, still sucking on his balls like they were the sweetest candy he’d ever tasted, and it was taking everything Steve had to keep his composure. His dick was harder than it had ever been before, and he knew he was drooling, his mouth seemingly unable to close. His vision was getting blurry with the amount of tears building up in them, and every time he blinked, more of them started streaming down his face, coupling perfectly with the desperate little cries he was letting out as he got closer and closer to bursting.

“That’s it, baby, let it out, let me hear you,” Billy said, accentuating it with a bite to his inner thigh. “You ready for me to fuck you?”

“Uh-huh, yeah, please,” Steve whined between panting breaths, swallowing thickly to try and rewet his throat, but it was futile.

“Okay then, c’mere,” Billy said, standing and removing his fingers from Steve’s hole. He wiped them on his jeans and held his hand out to him, smiling as he took it and tried to stand up, too. Billy had to take most of his weight before he was able to steady himself, and even then he stumbled as he tried to follow where Billy was leading him.

“I thought… you said… you were gonna…” Steve tried to get out as he caught his breath, but Billy just smiled as he led him back over to the rock.

“I was, but the angle was too awkward, so I had a better idea,” he said, leaning Steve up against the rock as soon as they got there. “Now, get at least one of your legs fully out of your pants, baby.”

“O-okay,” Steve said, hurrying to do as he was told and almost causing himself to stumble over, but he caught himself before he face planted in the dirt. He finally got one of his legs free and then straightened up, and he couldn’t help the blushing grin that came to his face as he saw Billy. His belt and jeans were both undone, and, of course, he didn’t have any underwear on, so Steve could see the little patch of curly blonde hair leading down to where the zipper stopped. Billy saw him looking and decided for the moment to stop there, and he moved in closer to crowd Steve against the boulder behind him, kissing him hard and reaching behind him to squeeze his ass. Steve greedily accepted everything Billy was giving to him, and was giving it back just as much. He felt like he could predict every move Billy was going to make, and to his credit, he was actually pretty good at guessing what was going to come next. Still, he never expected that the firm grip Billy had on his thighs was going to lead him to picking him up and holding him off the ground. He let out a surprised shriek when it happened, which only made Billy laugh, and once he realized that Billy had no intention of dropping him, he laughed too.

“You’re alright, baby, I got you,” Billy said, kissing Steve’s cheek, neck and collarbone as he held him against the rock.

“I know, I was just surprised,” Steve said, hooking his arms around Billy’s neck and his ankles behind his back. “I’ve never been on the receiving end of this before, so I wasn’t expecting it.”

“That’s okay, baby. Once you get a taste of it, though, I guarantee you’ll never want to go back,” Billy teased, licking a stripe from Steve’s collarbone to his jaw as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“You’re pretty confident about that,” Steve teased right back, “Why don’t you prove it?”

“Take my dick outta my jeans and I will. I’d have done it already, but I already got my hands full,” Billy said, and grinned as he felt Steve’s hands leave his neck to do as he’d said. It was a tad awkward with the position, but it still didn’t take long for Steve to get his dick out, and Billy smiled.

“Alright, baby, now listen, you’re gonna have to help me out here,” he said, “Unhook your ankles and help me get your legs over my shoulders.”

Steve nodded and once again did as he was told, helping Billy to maneuver his body until his legs were hooked over his shoulders, and once they were, Billy was once again able to use his arms. With one hand, he reached up and grabbed Steve by the hair, dragging him into a filthy kiss, and with the other, he was able to get out the little tube of lube he brought with him, opening it and slicking himself up with it before guiding his cock to Steve’s hole. Without warning, he snapped his hips up, entering him easily and making him break the kiss to cry out.

“Billy, fuck!” He moaned, his back arching off of the rock behind him as his hands tried to grip onto it, his knuckles going white.

“See, what’d I tell you, princess?” Billy said, licking his lips seductively as he continued to fuck him relentlessly. “You’re never gonna want to go back now, are you? It’ll never feel quite the same after this, will it? You’re gonna be ruined for anyone else and you’ll come back to me every time because this is what you need. And nobody will ever be able to give it to you like I can.”

Steve couldn’t even try to form an answer, every response he thought of being cut off by another rough thrust that had him forgetting what words even were. He had never felt this good before, not by himself and not with anyone else. There was something different about Billy that made every touch, every kiss, every sound feel amplified by a thousand, and Steve knew he’d been right. It was further confirmed when Billy dragged him into one last filthy kiss and, with one more hard thrust, came hard inside him. He was ruined for anyone else after this.

Steve couldn’t see straight as Billy gently pulled him closer, effectively bending him in half as he turned them both around and somehow managed to get them sitting on the ground. He gently pulled out of Steve with a soft groan before helping him to sit more comfortably, removing his legs from his shoulders and turning him around so he could lean back and relax on his lap. Steve could hardly feel his legs, they were partly numb and partly felt like Jell-O, but either way, he didn’t have a hope of standing up on his own any time soon. He could feel Billy’s come slowly dripping out of him, and his own come cooling off in the patches they made on his shirt. It made him shiver, but then he felt something being draped over him, and when he cracked his tired eyes open, he saw that it was Billy’s jacket.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, a silly, sleepy little smile on his face as he turned to kiss Billy’s jaw. “You’re sweet.”

“Anytime,” Billy replied, kissing back softly before starting to play with Steve’s hair. “So, after everything, did you figure out what you want, princess?”

“I think so,” Steve yawned, “I know I enjoyed being with you, and I know I wouldn’t mind doing it again. I guess you were right, I just didn’t want to think about it. Being queer could get you killed in this town, so I guess I was just trying to deny it, I don’t know.”

“I know it’s scary to realize things like that, but whether you like one or the other or even both, whoever you are, what I said earlier still stands. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I don’t care what the consequences are, I’ll make it happen. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy, no matter what. Understand?”

Steve hummed in lieu of a real response, but Billy didn’t mind. He was kind of exhausted, too, but he didn’t want to fall asleep just yet. He let Steve, though, and for a while, he just watched him sleep. Even like this he was gorgeous, and it filled Billy up with such an intense warmth that he felt he would burst like a star, because he finally had him. Steve was finally his. And he wasn’t planning on letting him go any time soon.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #stranger things #steve harrington #fanfic #harringrove flip/reverse

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taylortaylormoon · 1 year ago

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Uncharted Waters, Sanji x Iris.

Iris was used to being on the run, from pirates and exes to pirate exes. She never expected to be running from marines as vehemently as this vice admiral was chasing Luffy and, by extension, her. She also never expected to arrive back at Baratie, but something was telling her to start expecting the unexpected.

The sea-bound restaurant hadn’t changed in the few years she’d been gone; the rotating staff was the only thing keeping her from running back to the ship as she didn’t recognize the Fishman host. She just hoped there had been changes to the kitchen staff as well.

Iris found herself in the middle of the half-circle booth between Nami and Usopp; she was trapped but didn’t feel threatened by it. She felt protected for the first time in a long time, but that didn’t last long. “Now, now, gentlemen,” chills fell down her spine as her heart rate increased because of the familiar voice. “You know the rules here. We don’t waste food.” ‘Calm down,” Iris thought, trying to think about anything other than Sanji. Luckily, the crew was too distracted by the short fight to notice her eternal crisis. “He’s a good fighter,” Luffy says offhandedly as Sanji approaches them; Iris manages to slide under the table just in time. “Welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambiance is our food; my name is Sanji. What can I get for you?” “One of everything, please,” Luffy says around a mouth full of bread, no longer noticing Iris’s absence. “Any drinks, one of our signature cocktails to help choke down your meal?” “Giving us a hard sell?” Nami asks, crossing one leg over the other, narrowly kicking Iris in the face. While Iris couldn't see his face in her mind, she instantly heard his tone change. “Apologies, madam, I didn’t see you there. Would you care for an apéritif to start?” She could practically see his lips cured into his signature half-smile, head tilted with his boyish charm; Iris couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “We have several rare Micqueot vintages in stock, or perhaps you’d like a glass of Umeshu. Something sweet for someone sweet.”

“Something wrong with your eye?” Nami asks clearly, as her tone is unamused. “Just blinded by your beauty.” Zoro clears his throat, arms crossed at his chest, getting Sanji’s attention away from Nami. “Waiter, can I get a bear and something for my friends?” ‘Thank you, Zoro.’ Iris thinks,

“Two beers,” Usopp interrupts, “I usually have three but-” “And a milk!” Luffy interjects, “Three beers and a milk. And uh, for madam?” “Water.”

“Still, sparking mineral? With ice or without cubed or crushed?” Sanji listed off, his eyes trained on Nami as Nami’s foot bounced in front of Iri’s face. “Regular water in a regular glass. Thanks.” “Right away.” Sanji says, doing a half turn before turning back, “And for the flower under the table?” Iris's blood ran cold, listening to Sanji call her out like that; what a jerk. He couldn’t let her live this down? Slowly, she rose from under the table, hand smoothing her hair out of her face.

He wasn’t smiling, not really; instead of the charming look she knew Nami’ had received, what she got was a cold stare, which was fine. She deserved it. She’s the one who left. “Sanji I- “And one Iris Monsoon coming right up.” Sanji turns, quickly leaving them. She could see the tension in his shoulders. “Iris Monsoon?” Nami asks, looking at her. “What’s that all about?” “Nothing,” Iris states firmly. “What’s up with him flirting with you.” “He was not.” Nami denies, “Madam, forgive my rude behavior, madam.” Zoro teased in his typical, dry tone. “Would madam prefer her water in a crystal glass, or would a golden bowl be more madam’s style?” “Nami’s got a boyfriend,” Usopp says jokingly, and Iris is happy the attention was not on her. Luffy meets her gaze from across the table, and damn, for someone so oblivious, sometimes Luffy could read people well. —---------

#opla #opla sanji x reader #opla sanji #one piece netflix #one piece live action

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copepodkisser5000 · 1 year ago

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~INTRO TIME~

i go by Synth online. i probably count as a “tumblr old” (been here since 2011, and i’m even older than the source material my f/o comes from). i’m one of these 🏳️‍🌈. i do a lot of arts n crafts, and have commissions open. i’m bad at writing about me.

this is my main selfship sideblog- my main blog and the one i'll follow you from is @leadendeath, mostly furry-oriented but personal too, and if you want more general spunch.b0p-related goodness, i’m over at @1percentevil. if you already know me from those places, you are absolutely fine to follow/interact/whatever. i’m only joking when i call myself cringe or embarrassing :))) i’m unnecessarily self-conscious about every action i’ve ever done ever and i gotta get over it somehow.

This isn’t a faq, more like a “things you might be wondering about”:

“What does your url mean?” -the species plankton are called copepods. yay for having a pre-existing interest in marine bio. the 5000 doesn’t mean anything, i just thought it looks cool. and vaguely technological.

“Plankton is already married…” -anyone who loves Plankton, i also love by extension. That includes Karen! luckily i like computers and robots too very much :)

“So are you okay with sharing him?” -See above. Yes! He needs all the love.

“Anniversary?” -23/7/23. i already knew him from years back, but really reconnected with him when i heard a certain song… it was love at first listen. i’ve had few and far between f/os in the past, and every time it was the same “fall for them hard and fast” situation.

“F/O list?” -just the one guy is all i need. :)

Now here’s where i’ll infodump about my s/i…… eventually lol. When I get round to getting a few sketches I’ve done out of “WIP purgatory”, I’ll post about it under the #🦈 tag. I’m a shark, his best(/only…) customer, then shoulder to cry on, then we progress to more… lil dweeb latches on to the first guy who truly doesn’t consider him a loser. i could be talking about either of them there…

❗i now have a toyhouse page for it! backstory and more here❗

blinkie cred

One little thing which i've started putting on all my "about" pages: i've never stated what i would like people to tag for in all my time on tumblr, but i'm making a change for that now. Please tag #cats and #scars for me, i would appreciate it immensely. i'll tag for anything you'd like too! <3

#i heard the first five tags #are the ones that show up in peoples’ tracked tags #so uhh don’t mind me while i #how you say. make five tags.#so that i can continue to hide a little.#*looks around* …is that it? are they gone?? OKAY GREAT >⨀D #i’m joking #s/i is #🦈#tag for the two of us is #🦈💚𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘶𝘱 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯💚🦈#tag for us three is #🦈💚🖥#i remember to tag unsafe for work a lot but i'm not great at tagging sfw!#regardless i do try to tag sfw in case you want to browse only those type of posts #some things i'm Into which apply to the ship are:#robo #and #gt #if you know what they mean- great! if you don't then don't worry about it :^)#i reply to nice tags by reblogging from prev and replying in the tags...#replies #is where to find those #i won't be brave enough to post my art here; but it'll be under something basic like #my art #ok i think that's about it!

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End of year review 2023

It’s been over 2 years since the last note. That’s a while. In between, a few things have happened, including me moving to Berlin again and joining the German government’s Digital Service as the first Head of Design. I’ve managed to write notes about the work I do there almost every week. So do have a look there, if you’re interested in any of that.

Following a question format developed by Prof. Dr. Molly Steenson, which I discovered on Alexandra Deschamps-Sonsino’s blog, I am answering her list of questions to reflect my 2023.

What did you do in 2023 that you’d never done before? I have never led such a big team. The design and user research team at Digital Service is now 20 people strong. By the end of this year, 2024, we might get closer to 30. I’m still getting used to that responsibility.

Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I didn’t bother to make any promises to myself for 2023. So there was nothing to keep. I intended to run, eat well – primarily vegan – and do public speaking and writing, though. I failed miserably at running. The rest was alright.

Did anyone close to you give birth? Some people I work with gave birth, but I don’t feel close to them.

Did anyone close to you die? Luckily not.

What countries did you visit? Only a few. I did not fly at all, which I am proud of. I visited the UK several times, including Scotland – a 19-hour non-stop train journey from Berlin. I visited France (Paris) once and Switzerland twice for leisure, including skiing in Saas-Fee, close to Zermatt. 2024 will be different. I will travel internationally again.

What would you like to have in 2024 that you lacked in 2023? A better work-life balance. I worked seriously long hours in 2024 – at a level that even I don’t find sustainable.

What date from 2023 will remain etched upon your memory? My own and another birthday. I know that I did then. There is no other specific date that I remember – maybe that’s even a good thing.

What was your biggest achievement of the year? I find it difficult to name one. I am proud of what the team is doing; I wrote and delivered an all-new talk on the ‘long slog of public service design’ with Kara that was well-received at 2 conferences. I also co-ran a 24-hour remote conference, which was a success.

What was your biggest failure? I didn’t get anyone else in the German public sector to embrace the Service Standard or any senior person to embrace it publicly.

Did you suffer illness or injury? I fell in the first 5 minutes of skiing in December – straight on my skier's thumb from 2001. I am still recovering from that several weeks later. Apart from that, I was fine.

What was the best thing you bought? A Vitsœ 606 shelf for my living room. I installed it for my birthday, and it brings joy every day. It took me over 15 years to convert from a clueless design student to a customer. That’s when I worked for Thomas Manss & Company, which did all the design and branding for Vitsœ.

Whose behaviour merited celebration? Countless anti-racism, anti-sexism, and anti-fossil fuel activists. More closely, I admire and respect our CEO, Christina and how she is navigating the growing Digital Service through a tricky political and stakeholder landscape.

Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed? The behaviour of a few German ministers that actively block the progress they set out in their party manifestos and coalition treaty from 2021.

Where did most of your money go? To food, in general. I visited some nice restaurants. It was still no outrageous amount, though.

What did you get really, really, really excited about? The Vitra Campus in Weill am Rhein was quite spectacular. I am not sure it was a 3x ‘really’ level of excitement, though.

What song/album will always remind you of 2023? I discovered Philip Glass’ ‘Dance Pieces’ and listened to them extensively. It was played as part of ‘Age of Content’ (LA)HORDE’s performance at the Berliner Festspiele in August. It was marvellous.

Compared to this time last year, are you: Unsure how I was or felt last year. I think I was less exhausted in mid-December 2022, though. 2023 was dense. I did a lot.

What do you wish you’d done more of? More exercise. More breaks and holidays.

What do you wish you’d done less of? Even though not everything was fruitful, I think everything I’ve done was worth it.

How will you be spending Christmas? As it’s already after Christmas, I answer this retrospectively. I went to my sister’s family place and celebrated there – right after the pre-holiday ski trip.

Who did you spend the most time on the phone with? My mother, even though she thinks I could call her more often.

Did you fall in love in 2023? No need. All good and stable.

What was your favourite TV programme? ‘The Last of Us’ on HBO stood out. Great drama, themes, storytelling, actors. While not the greatest show, ‘Extrapolations’ on Apple TV+ will be on my mind for the years to come as it shows snapshots of human existence dealing with a changing climate between 2037 and 2070.

Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? Such a strong word, no. But I do have much less respect for certain people. That includes several men in charge of driving digitalisation in the German public sector. Their performance is weak and deeply disappointing.

What was the best book(s) you read? At the end of the year, I started reading ‘Baustellen der Nation’ (‘Construction Sites of the Nation’ in English) – an analytical and progressive book outlining what needs work in Germany and how to do it. I like it goes deep and broad and covers problems and potential solutions, enriched with a lot of data and strong narratives.

What was your greatest musical discovery? I discovered Oskar Sala at an architecture exhibition in the Berlinische Galerie. I watched a documentary about the construction of the ICC building from the early 70s and waited until the end titles to see who composed the music. I have been listening to Oskar Sala’s music for various hours since then.

What did you want and get? The mentioned Vitsœ 606 shelf.

What did you want and not get? Some upgraded camera equipment. I did not prioritise it enough in my budget.

What were your favourite films of this year? It was neither ‘Oppenheimer’ nor ‘Barbie’ – the blockbusters and most discussed movies of the year. I missed a few films I still like to watch when they are streaming. ‘Decision to Leave’ by Park Chan-wook stood out for me. And Pixar’s ‘Elemental’ was powerful in its message, especially when watching the documentary with director Peter Sohn telling about his family’s immigration story that inspired the movie.

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? I turned 41 in April. We wanted to take a canoe trip to the Spreewald, but the weather wasn’t great. So my parents came around, we went to the ‘Futurium’ exhibition about science and democracy and had cake afterwards. In the evening, I got invited for dinner at the Korean fine dining restaurant ‘CHOI’. That was a very pleasant and intimate food experience.

What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? More significant progress in driving user-centred design approaches in the German public sector. I didn’t get done what I wanted to get done. Too many actors are following their own agendas instead.

How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2023? Adding a bright colour to my navy blue – beyond the colourful socks. I got two new RÆBURN jumpers in 2023. I like the brand’s regenerative design approach and some of their designs.

What kept you sane? Focussing on the things that I can influence and that give me a sense of progress.

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? No idea. Not my thing.

What political issue stirred you the most? So many. It’s hard to pick a single one. The wars, the inequality, the rise of the far-right. It is remarkable how terrible communication from politicians around policies to prevent climate breakdown is – globally. So, global inaction regarding climate change is the one that stirs me the most – as too many democratic politicians don’t even address it regularly.

Who did you miss? My grandmother, especially around Christmas.

Who was the best new person you met? I built a good relationship with Stephanie, our Chief Product Officer. I first met her in 2022 when I started at Digital Service, but we only had a few overlaps and encounters last year. That changed in spring. She is smart and driven, and we share views, values and attitudes.

Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2023. Take things step by step. There might still be countless steps missing from your goal, but you got a bit closer, at least.

Quote a song lyric that sums up your year? I am bad with song lyrics – as I mostly listen to instrumental music. So, I need to pass on this one.

#2023 #reflection #end-of-year #goals #life

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 2 years ago

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Naughty in the water

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Luke Randolph x OC (Julie)

Prompt: July 27th Sneaking out of a pool party | Conjoined under the water & July 20th Nighttime skinny dipping | Forgetting a bathing suit

Part of Summer of Smut hosted by @voltage-vixen and @kissmetwicekissmedeadly

Tag: Body Worship Insecurity Reassurance Fluff Smut Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 2.181

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the kawaii divider to my dear friend @atelieredux I love it so much 😍😍

Summer scorching heat drain energy of everyone in the palace, favouring the ever indolent youngest prince and his gracious wife, lucky for them he has a trick up his sleeve in the form of a secret place known only to him where a much needed bath indeed can refresh them from the insufferable heat, insecurities arises threatening to cast a shadow on their funny break only for him to brush it away with the sun of his love, that will make them enjoy their date showing off their love to one another in their special way. 😉

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Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

It was a sunny day, summer shined on the Kingdom raising its usually mild temperatures, only shadows offered an ephemeral source of protection from the smoldering sun to every humans bold enough to squeeze under them along nosy people bickering and banting to not be left out from the the too little extension of the tree's foliage.

The palace was not immune to heat as servants and maids alike wandered near every window trying to catch on the feeble breeze coming from the garden, whereas the princes were trying with no much success to work through the massive pile of documents on their desks, jackets and cape forgotten in their bedroom for more simple and casual clothes such as shirts that by no way helped them cope with the heat any better than the palace staff.

Everyone was busy occupying their time doing something productive, well almost everyone if the youngest prince and his gracious bride did not flow into this scheme, the two lovebirds were actually sleazing around the palace library a book opened on the desk they would have faked to study wherever Sariel would have entered, luckily for them he was too busy to chase after their laziness and the few servants who sneaked in preferred not to disturb them any further seeing how engrossed in reading they were while he snoozed behind a book waking up from his nap only from the fit of giggle coming from her lips.

Slumped on the table she brushed absently her fingers over his hand

"If only we could be able to take a bath this heat will be a little less insufferable." she sighed softly with a light frown on her lips

a playful smile appeared on his lips as he looked at her

“Julie.”

“Yes ?”

“I might know the right place for that.” a mischievous glimpse in his eyes he smirked seductively at her making her blush as her heart beat loudly reminding her he was no more the boy she grew up with but a stunning sturdy man capable to seduce and charm everyone he wanted with little effort

“Please show me, hotness is unbearable today.”

“Your wishes are orders my princess.” he declared his voice husky as he murmured “Follow me.” a promise of a deliciously forbidden temptation, sneaking away from duty and off to more pleasant activity he took her hand as they slide out from the palace and into the forest, walking hand in hand giggling like children doing a naughty deed, until they reached an huge lake embedded in its core soft waves crashed on its borders provoked by the light wind rippling the plain surface of the clear water shining brightly in the morning sun.

The place was astounding as the atmosphere seemed to invite him to take a bath to shelter and refresh them from the summer heat, yet caught in haste they forgot something pretty important.

“Do you like it ?” he asked softly hugging her from behind nuzzling his face into her neck making her giggle

“I adore it.” she confessed smiling, tenderness curling his lips as he left a soft kiss on her neck she laughed

“I love you so much my little, I want to spoil you rotten only to see you smile.”

she leaned her head on his back looking up at him

“I love you too my bear.”

his arms tighten around her as he planted a soft kiss on her hair conveying all the love and devotion rooted in his heart only for her.

“This is such a nice place for a fresh break. Is it not ?”

she could not help but sigh dreamily

“I could not agree more.” she was blissfully foretelling all the fun they would have had away from the heat when suddenly a thought crossed her mind as she exclaimed

“Wait, we do not have swimming suits.”

“I know but we can still take a bath.”

“With which clothes.” she trailed off blushing madly at his implication

He smirked maliciously at her

“We do not need them.” his voice sultry he caressed her lips with his thumb seeing her cheeks so deliciously flushed as her luscious red lips were begging him to kiss them over and over again until becoming swollen, shyly she went to cover her body with her arms looking shyly up at him

“For as much as I love swimming I doubt my body is such a nice view for you.” she sighed softly

“I am no such beauty,” a forlorn smile on her lips she let her misty eyes wander on the grass, he felt his heart clench painfully at the idea she thought so low of herself for him she was nothing but a goddess on earth the only one who captured his heart with her kindness, that he loved since childhood and to whom he sweared unbending loyalty and devotion for eternity, the only one who makes him feel appreciated and seen like he has never been before.

He cradled her face into his rough palms raising her face looking straight into her eyes with so much tenderness she could not help but smile feeling the warmth of his love filled words sweep away her anxiety

“You are so beautiful my little princess.” his finger brushed on her cheek, his voice low and sultry fan on her lips as he gazed at her “You may not gonna believe me but you are such a sight to look at.” he growled lightly before pulling away slowly “You are a blessing for sore eyes. Trust me you really are. You are so wonderful and sexy.” he sighed “Your body is so…” he let his hand softly brush over her breast hearing her gasp

“Beautiful, I do not wanna anyone else to see you like that.” he growled lightly a glimpse of emerald flickered in his eyes a peek of the beast his love filled lust awoke in him, sending a pang of need straight to her core, his tone husky and low as he continued praising her

“So voluptuous I can not help but ... desire to show you my love with my entire body anytime I look at you.” he bite his bottom lip “I wanna spoil you in every way possible I wanna see you smile for you are the Queen of my heart, the one and only I have and always will love.”

softly he melted his lips on her before slowly pulling away she whispered few inches from his lips, her smile so bright to put the sun itself to shame as she spoke

“Do you really think that ?”

“Doubt of everything but believe me when I said that I am ready to abandon everything to be with you, you are my little princess and I will always adore you with all my being.”

seeing her smile sighing in relief her cheeks reddened softly as he leaned closer whispering sultry in her ear

“Care to join me for a bath ?”

she nodded lightly, he wasted no time undressing her between fervent kisses, her fingers fumbled with his buttons taking his shirt off before sliding to tug at his pants, reluctantly he pulled away unbuckling his belt and throwing his pants along her clothes near a bush, once they were both naked he took her in his arms slowly sinking in the warm water of the lake.

Once they were fully immersed in the freshwater of the lake he leaned over caging her with his arms against the border of the lake

“It seem we could continue where we left off.” he looked at her smirking seductively sliding unperceivably closer to her

“W-we can not.” she stammered blushing madly covering her breast with her arms

“Why not ?” he whispered suggestively brushing his finger on her lips

“They will discover us.” shyly she looked at him

“Who ?” slowly he hugged her murmuring softly in her ear

“We are far away from the castle. No one knows this place but me.”

She nuzzled into his chest hiding her blush feeling his hard manhood brush against her tummy as he spoke

“But if you want me to stop please tell me.” gently he cradled her face into his hands smiling gently

“Please continue.” she bit her lip feeling heat rise on her cheeks now red like a fully mature strawberry, his voice husky and sultry stirred something in her as a pang of needs went straight to her throbbing core while he leaned over murmuring few inches from her lips

“As my princess wishes.” sensually he caressed her lips before pulling her into a passionate kiss, twisting his tongue with hers he raised her above the water enough to slide into her swallowing her whimper, breathlessly they pulled away smirking playfully as she gripped his shoulder moaning softly with every thrust of his hips feeling his strong hands move her at his own pace.

The lewd sound of the splashing water covered their needy moans of pleasure resonating in the still air of the forest, a passionate melody of love they sang only for one another in that naughty spectacle only for the animals to witness.

He groaned softly as her fingers dived into his hair while his lips nibbled hungrily on her neck enough to leave little love bites on her pale complexion but not enough to hurt her, merely showing off who she belonged to, underlining better to everyone the consequence they would have met along the cutting edge of his sword if they dared to lay a finger on her or made her feel even an inch lower of what she was for him, his Queen Goddess of his heart no one should have ever felt bold enough to disrespect.

Her nails clawed his back desperately trying to steady herself with him using his body as she pleased like an anchor amidst the storm as waves of pleasure washed over her body, while his fingers slide between their bodies to massage her clit making her mewl softly as his finger skillfully worked their magic on her, enveloping her in so much pleasure she could not help but moan his name at the top of her lungs for every aster in the sky to hear as she threw her head back arching her hips against his, feeling his strong hand keeping her close to him as she hooked them behind his muscular torso, his hips pushing feverishly into her, he gritted his teeth focusing on her pleasure desiring nothing more than to feel her walls clamping down on him covering his member in her sweet juice claiming him as hers, amidst bliss her lips brushed over his in a soft tender kiss to convey all the love harbored in her heart only for him before slowly pulling away letting her voice professing her affection in sweet whimpers of his name felling out from her rosy lips while her finger tugged into his hair keeping him close as she came undone for him moaning softly at the sensation of his warm seed pouring generously into her, flooding her walls with his essence claiming her as his undeniable proof of the love filled lust he felt for her, bathing in the afterglow of the blazing fire of passion enveloping them together in their own little world.

She nuzzled into his brawny chest smiling contently feeling safe and protected with him her ever loyal personal knight, a strong and sweet bear always ready to bare his fangs at everyone shielding her with his sturdy body any time she came to him, she could only hope for him to feel loved and cherished as much as he make her feel all her affection poured into a tender kiss she placed on his heart making him melt he tighten his arms around her kissing reverently her forehead murmuring softly

“I love you so much my little.”

“I love you too, my soft big bear.” gently he cradled her face on his hand brushing his lips softly over hers seeing her smile brightly as the warm sun shining on the lake.

She shuddered lightly as a frizzy breeze swept over them, seeing her adorably cocooned in his arm he smiled affectionately after seeing her cling to him like she always did making him feel needed and loved as never before, wasting no time he took off his coat from the grass circling her back with it, a dreamy sigh escaped her lips as he adjusted his grip on her waist while she curled herself on his chest smiling blissfully at him while he kissed softly her hair making her giggle.

They stayed there all afternoon swimming and laughing until sun set when they could admire all the stars in the sky, coming back to the castle only after all lights were already off not wanting anyone to spoil the day they continued to enjoy in their shared bedroom with so much passion to make everyone aware of how much they loved each other until morning.

#summer of smut #summer of smut writing challenge #ikemen prince #ikemen prince luke #ikepri luke #my writing #ikemen prince julie original character #ikepri

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bridenore · 3 years ago

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Author rec : fencer_x

Fencer_X is one of my favorite authors. Here are a few recs, listed in alphabetical order.

Beds, Knobs, and Broomsticks by @fencer-x [46k]

A long-term mission to the Baltics that will take him far away from London sounds like the perfect time to cash in the embarrassing 'Butler in the Buff' coupon Harry received as a birthday gag gift—until Harry winds up injured in the field and sent home to recover three days into the mission, obliging him to endure one full month of inappropriate attentions from horny housekeeper Draco Malfoy.

Every New Beginning by @fencer-x [140k]

“You curl your lip and wrinkle your nose and sneer and call me Saviour, yet you only seek my help at the eleventh hour. That’s what’s fucked up, Malfoy.” || Draco Malfoy is dead, and Harry is absolutely totally fine with that.

How To Train Your Malfoy by @fencer-x [93k]

Good manners dictate that, when one’s best friend Apparates onto one’s doorstep holding the unconscious, haggard body of the schoolyard bully and begging for sanctuary, one ought to invite the two of them in for a cup of tea. Harry Potter sometimes wishes he weren’t so polite.

In Bad Faith by @fencer-x [62k]

Draco Malfoy just can’t catch a break. Between the magical curse upon his bloodline, his hair misbehaving, and that strange pit full of demons in his basement that he had absolutely nothing to do with, it just hasn’t been a banner year for him. Luckily, Harry Potter is here to make things ten times worse.

Life On Mars by @fencer-x [110k]

Harry Potter was eleven years old when he found out he was a wizard. He was twenty-one when he found out he was an alien. Or: How Harry Potter learned to stop worrying and love the democratic process.

Men Who Love Dragons Too Much by @fencer-x [479k]

[Extensive re-telling of Deathly Hallows] As in Half-blood Prince, Draco is charged by Voldemort with killing Dumbledore—only instead of trying to do his best with the challenge, he realizes he’s been set a futile task and focuses on finding a way to save both himself and his parents. He eventually decides to spend his sixth year studying Animagecraft, convinced it's his best shot at escaping the impossible situation he's found himself in. But just his luck, his Animagus form turns out to be a dragon, and a rather randy juvenile at that, intent on finding its mate: one Harry James Potter.

Owl Was Well by @fencer-x [66k]

Draco Malfoy is not an owl, really he isn’t. He simply assumes the shape of one on occasion when he wants to find a bit of privacy—a goal entirely thwarted because Harry Potter doesn’t understand you can’t just grab any old bird from the Owlery and force it to send your missives and deliver your packages.

Pensieve For Your Thoughts by @fencer-x [22k]

Ostracised from the more discerning social circles after the war, Draco decides to spend his final few months at Hogwarts attempting to ingratiate himself with the Boy Wonder in the hopes he might be able to salvage his reputation in the doing. But when has anything involving Draco trying to be Potter’s friend gone right, really?

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

#my recs #drarry #drarry recs #author rec

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arctimon · 2 years ago

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6 Degrees of Separation - A Big Hero 6 & Marvel Discussion

I’ve mentioned before that even though Big Hero 6 is a Disney show/movie, at its core it is still a Marvel universe (Earth-14123 to be precise). And even though I’m pretty sure that the showrunners didn’t have the go-ahead to do all of the Marvel stuff they could, you could still see a few references being put in.

Examples like Momakase cosplaying as Lady Deathstrike:

Boss Awesome’s gallery of villains from Chief Cruz’s flashback:

And this isn’t even mentioning more direct ones, like Fred’s recommendation letter written to SFIT by none other than R. Richards (which isn’t on my laptop because I’m not at my computer, but just believe it’s here right now. XD)

The movie obviously had a bit more leeway than the show, but even the team themselves is in the Marvel universe, so in some ways, they are a reference themselves.

Wouldn’t it be nice if they could use that to possibly bring some other, perhaps more obscure, Marvel characters into the mix?

And just to sweeten the pot a bit, each character from the team has their own unique way to bring someone into the fold.

Luckily, I’ve already compiled a list of candidates that Hiro and the others can help bring into the spotlight. Starting with:

The Cousins - Hiro Hamada and Peni Parker

I’ve already talked and written about them extensively in my stories, but I feel that showing that Hiro isn’t the only young genius around (sorry, Rishi). That plus adding the family angle into the mix (Peni being raised by Cass’s sister May) would make for a positively compelling storyline.

The Cousins Part 2 - Karmi and Kamala Khan

Listen, at this point in time we all know about the exhaustive amount of times that I’ve written about Karmi either being an homage, direct reference, or just straight up the Kamala Khan of this universe (so much so that I’m not even going to link any of it), but that doesn’t mean you still can’t bring Kamala in somehow.

The Childhood Friend - Go Go and Nico Minoru

A younger (even all the way to being a child) Go Go growing up in the mean streets of wherever she’s from, serving in a bike gang and getting in trouble in her neighborhood. Nico, unaware of the fact that her parents are dark wizards (long story), strikes up an unlikely friendship with her. After Nico becomes a Runaway (and the capitalization is important), they lose touch and only reconnect when the full groups meet up to take down a common cause.

Plus, the sarcasm levels would be off the charts.

The Forgotten Encounter - Wasabi and Aspen Matthews

One of the things that wasn’t really expanded upon was the childhoods of the Big Hero 6 gang. And given that Wasabi had barely any expansion period, I think it would be perfect for Aspen to get introduced via the way I had written it: Aspen and Wasabi meet when they were kids and Aspen saves him from drowning on the military base’s pool, thus unconsciously unlocking her powers for the first time.

That and imagining a nine-year-old Wasabi in duck floaties is pretty cool.

Speaking of characters in non-Marvel comics...

The Alternate Reality Counterpart - Honey Lemon and Molli

There will be other posts talking about her, but one of the other properties that Aspen MLT has involves the far future and a team of people that rob from the rich and give to...well, themselves. And other people so that they don’t get killed.

And that team of ragtag heroes is Molli, the girl that handles the aforementioned Bubble Gun, a high-tech weapon that shoots globs of plasma.

That sound familiar to anyone?

Whether you treat it as an alternate reality or a group inspired by BH6′s heroics in the past, having them show up would be a nice foil to the original team. Maybe a time-traveling corporation executive is in their future?

(In addition, Molly and her sister Devyn have a very nice HL/Go Go relationship and I’m all for it.)

The Children of Famous Fathers - Fred and Matt Murdock

Now you’d forgive me I was a little off my rocker for this one. What on Earth would Fred Frederickson and Matt Murdock have in common with each other?

Well, they’re both sons of famous fathers. Fred’s dad is Boss Awesome and Matt’s dad was one of the best boxers in NYC.

Both are blind (Fred metaphorically, Matt “literally”).

They...both have horns on their costumes...

OK, look, the tie-in between these two wouldn’t necessarily be them, but their dads. Imagine if Jack was not only blessed with the boxing skills that made him a legend, he also had the lawyer mind to back it up.

Now, imagine if Boss Awesome had to get a lawyer for something that happened in his superhero career (botched rescue, supervillain lawsuit, etc.).

Now, imagine that took place after Matt’s accident that left him blind.

An older Matt and a younger Fred. Wouldn’t that be an interesting pair? It’s almost like I have it imagined already...except when Matt pops his head into San Fransokyo as an adult, it won’t be Fred that will need his help.

Oh my God, how do these two end up popping up here?

And stop looking at me like that, Go Go and Nico. I haven’t forgotten about you two, either.

Although the magic thing is going to be a tad bit more difficult to work around.

#big hero 6 #big hero 6 the series #hiro hamada #peni parker #go go tomago #nico minoru #honey lemon #molli bubble gun #aspen matthews #wasabi no ginger #fredzilla #matt murdock #daredevil #marvel comics #aspen mlt #karmi #kamala khan #the khan cousins #six degrees of separation

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marauderundercover · 3 years ago

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Taking Chances Chapter Five: Paris Revealed (Stories/Memories)

AO3

Marinette flinches back as the room erupts in shouting. The younger boy, who was definitely younger than her and yet almost (if not definitely) taller than her, was fiercely glaring while he screamed at Mr. Wayne in….was that Arabic? The man that walked in with him was waving around the knife in his hand while Dick yelled at Mr. Wayne, his face filled with confusion instead of fury. Glancing around for a way out, Marinette makes eye contact with Alfred who nods behind him. Sneaking away from the group of angry men, Marinette follows Alfred into the kitchen and instantly feels at home. And much calmer.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles, breathing deeply to avoid spiraling again. Alfred simply hands her a cookie before turning around and putting water in a kettle.

“There is no need to apologize, Miss Marinette. It seems Master Bruce has forgotten all sense today and is instead insistent on acting like a fool. It was wrong of him to announce you like that, without preparing you or the boys beforehand. I do hope that his atrocious display of proper manners doesn’t make you want to leave.” Alfred says, and Marinette’s eyebrows shoot upwards. Was he? Was Alfred actually blaming this situation on Mr. Wayne? Was it Mr. Wayne’s fault? Did he not actually hate her? Did he just make a mistake?

“I- what?” Marinette says, unsure of herself.

“You, my dear, are not at fault. Your father didn’t tell any of his sons that you were coming to the manor today, or that you existed in general. And judging by your face, you weren’t prepared for the boys to be here either.” Alfred clarifies.

“Oh. No, I wasn’t. Mr. Wayne just said that he wanted to get to know me, and he knew I wanted to get to know him. I- my birth mother passed away. But my Maman knew her, so I can find out from her how I’m similar to Bridgette. But neither of my parents knew Mr. Wayne, and I just wanted to know if I was like him, I guess. I didn’t even know who he was until two days ago.” Marinette admits.

“As in you found out Bruce Wayne was your birth father two days ago or-” Alfred trails off, waiting for her to clarify.

“Oh no. I found out the name of my birth father awhile ago. It’s just- I really don’t pay attention to celebrities. The only ones I really know are designers. So I didn’t put two and two together, and I didn’t even know about Bruce Wayne and Wayne Enterprises until a few days ago. My friend Adrien made me google him and that’s when I found out about...the boys.” She says, stopping herself from saying her brothers as she was still unsure if Mr. Wayne actually wanted her like he wanted the others.

“Well I’m certain that things will start to calm down shortly. In the meantime, would you care for some tea?” Alfred asks, holding up the kettle. Marinette nods gratefully, trying hard to stop her inner spiral from drowning her.

---

“What do you mean daughter?” Damian snarls, finally switching to English. Bruce blinks at the boy before sighing.

“I mean, you have a biological sister.” He says, tired and wishing he had been able to convince Marinette to go somewhere else. Not that he didn’t want her to meet her siblings. But it definitely wasn’t the laid back first meeting that he wanted.

“You mean half-sister.” Damian spits out, crossing his arms and sticking his nose into the air.

“Shut up, Demon Spawn. She’s our sister, get over it. Where’d the kid come from? Her mom drop her off?” Jason asks, obviously trying to actually understand the situation.

“No. I first met her at the Museum and had my suspicions. She’s in Gotham on a class trip, and before you ask, yes. We had a DNA test done and yes, I am her father.” Bruce says, frowning when he sees Dick’s hurt expression morph into one of excitement.

“Wait, wait, wait! Was she the girl who was sassing the Joker?” He asks quietly, practically buzzing with excitement. When Bruce nods, Dick cheers and runs from the room. Okay then.

“Wait, she met the Joker?” Jason asks, his expression turning dark. Bruce watches his son’s face morph into one of disgust when he puts it together. “She’s the French kid he had at gunpoint, isn’t she?”

“Yes. Which is one of the reasons why we both thought the manor would be a more appropriate meeting place rather than somewhere public.” Bruce says, sighing as Damian once again starts screaming. This was not what he had planned.

---

After just a few minutes with Alfred, Marinette already felt calmer. Calm enough to giggle at another story about something that one of the boys- one of her brothers- did. Calm enough to let her guard down. And mess up.

“If you wanna see something ridiculous, you should look up the 26th time Monsieur Ramier was akumatized into Monsieur Pigeon. He made all the buildings turn into bird cages and all the food turned into bird seed. Luckily it didn’t last long, but seeing the Mayor of Paris stuck inside a giant bird cage was kind of hilarious.” Marinette rambles, giggling at the memory. It was definitely a needed akuma, situated right between two super destructive akumas. Monsieur Pigeon was, while a nuisance, always a breath of fresh air. His akumatized form was brought on by his fierce protectiveness of the pigeons, which luckily never led to death for civilians.

“Pardon me, Miss Marinette, but could I ask what you mean by ‘akumatized’?” Alfred asks, his posture suddenly stiff. Marinette’s eyes widen as she realizes what she just did. She told someone outside of Paris about the situation happening in Paris. Well crap. Normal Parisians didn’t know about the media block that she had set up with the help of the Mayor and Max. But after her calls to the Justice League were ignored, and she realized how disastrous it would be for a member of the League to be akumatized, the media block was the best choice. Time to act clueless.

“Akumatized, as in, a person is possessed by an akuma? Surely you’ve heard of it. It’s been happening in Paris for almost two years.” She says, hoping he doesn’t ask to see any evidence. This isn’t good, this is awful, this-

“And what is an akuma?” Alfred asks. Okay, this isn’t too bad.

“It’s an evil butterfly sent out by the villain, Hawkmoth.” Marinette says, giving out more information than she’s really comfortable with. Okay, time to change the subject, no more questions about heroes or villains or-

“Marinette!” A new voice calls, sliding into the kitchen, almost immediately falling over.

“Master Dick, have you forgotten about your ban on the kitchen?” Alfred asks, his lips quirking up in amusement.

“Awww, Alfred, I just wanted to talk to Marinette. I feel bad for all of us overwhelming her back there.” Dick says with a pout that somehow doesn’t look ridiculous on him. Despite obviously being at least ten years older than her.

“Don’t feel bad. It was just...a lot all at once.” Marinette says with a small smile.

“So I have to ask, are you the one who sassed the Joker at the Museum the other day?” He asks, a wide grin on his face as he sits on one of the stools. Marinette’s eyes widen and she blinks. How?

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess. It wasn’t a big deal though. He thought I was a Wayne- well, I guess he figured it out before I did- but I think he just wanted to scare my class.” She says, waving her hand to brush off the topic. She really didn’t want to talk about the Joker. Because she was sure it would turn into-

“I apologize for asking, but have you been caught up in the villain attacks in Paris before?” Alfred asks, Marinette instantly panicking. Sure, she’d been caught up in almost every single akuma battle as Ladybug. But there were a few on record where she was targeted as Marinette, and even a few battles that she assisted as Marinette. And then there was Kwami Buster…

“Well, a few. But basically everyone in Paris has dealt with it at some point. That’s just what happens when there’s an attack so often, you know? And my school seems to be a hotspot but that makes sense because teenagers are full of negative emotions and-” Marinette cuts off her rambling, cursing herself on the inside. Great job, Mari. Now they’re going to be worried or they’re going to think you’re a freak or-

“What do you mean negative emotions? Why would that matter?” Dick asks, his previous cheerful smile replaced with a look that clearly meant business.

“That’s how the villain chooses his targets. Negative emotion. If someone is having a bad enough day, he can take control of them and give them powers and basically destroy the city trying to get to Ladybug and Chat Noir, who are our heroes. I only know what’s been posted on official sites like the Ladyblog or miraculousparis.org.” Marinette says, smiling apologetically and hoping that this conversation can be over.

“Have you ever been akumatized?” Dick asks, tension suddenly filling the room.

“No, thankfully. I’ve found ways to manage my negative emotions so that they can’t take me over. I don’t blame anyone who has been akumatized, it’s hard not to be. But, I also don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself if I was akumatized.” Because then her family would be a target. Because Hawkmoth would know her identity. And if Hawkmoth’s insistence on her being akumatized was anything to go on, she’d be a devastating akuma. And if Ladybug wasn’t fighting in the battle….would the cure even work?

“That is a lot of pressure, Miss Marinette.” Alfred says softly after a moment of tense silence. Marinette grins brightly.

“I can handle it, don’t worry!” She says, hoping no one can tell how hard it actually is. How hard it is constantly being strong. Never truly feeling a negative emotion.

---

Bruce winces at the faux cheerfulness in his daughter’s voice. He had only found out about the Paris situation a few days ago, but he was determined to fix it. Find a solution. Do something to help the city and by extension, his daughter. She’d be going back there soon. Back to a city that was being held hostage by an emotional terrorist. Bruce would fix this. He had to.

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americancowgirl19 · 4 years ago

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Summary: Bucky and Steve finds their third soulmate in Wanda’s sister. Only problem is that she’s supposed to be dead, not Hydra’s new prized possession.

Warnings: fluff, angst, violence, slight gory details,

Reader: Female Enhanced Reader

Pairings: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,845

A/n: This is a soulmate one shot where your soulmates initials are imprinted on the insides of your wrists.... Might do a part two, not sure yet...

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“We’ve got a new threat,” Maria says, entering the conference room. She tosses a thin file onto the table. The Avengers sitting at the table look at the file before Steve reaches for it. The only contents within the folder is a blurry picture and a list of confirmed kills.

“This is all we know?” Steve questions, his eyes flickering up to Maria.

“That and this,” She says, motioning toward the screen. A moment later a grainy video plays. They observe the feminine figure completely take down a building of armed agents single handedly.

“Wait...” Wanda whispers, shifting to the edge of her seat. Maria replays the videos while others glance towards the her. “I know her,”

“Care to share with the class?” Tony questions. Wanda doesn’t respond right away, simply looks at the screen with misty eyes.

“Wanda, if you know who she is, we need to know,” Natasha explains lightly. Wanda blinks away the tears and clears her throat.

“She’s my sister,” She responds in a quiet voice.

“Excuse me, did you say sister?” Tony asks. “How many of you are there?” Everyone ignores him.

“Her names Y/n,” Wanda begins to explain. “She’s my older sister, she looked after Pietro and I when our parents were killed,”

“What happened to her?” Steve questions, while Bucky glances at his wrist wondering if his partner has the same feeling in his chest.

“She died,” Wanda says, glancing toward him. “Hydra approached the three of us about the experiments. They made all these promises and while my brother and I were quick to agree Y/n was more hesitant. Pietro and I wouldn’t listen to her concerns, we made it clear we were going to continue with Hydra with or without her,” Wanda admits regrettably. “We weren’t the only ones to be experimented on but Pietro and I were the only ones to survive,”

“And your sister?” Natasha questions.

“We were told she had died,” Wanda says. “Obviously they lied to us. They must have moved her to a different facility,”

“Do you have any idea of what she can do?” Steve asks.

“Before we were told she died she could heal quickly. When I say heal, I mean you could cut her arm off and a new one would grow back,” Wanda explains.

“Must be nice,” Bucky mutters. Steve continues to stare at Wanda but rests a hand on Buck’s thigh.

“It’s been years since then, I doubt that is all she can do now,” Wanda warns them. “I also know that she never wanted any of this. The only reason why she agreed was to try and keep the three of us together. Whatever she’s done, it’s not of her own free will,”

“We’ll find her and try to bring her in,” Steve says.

“We have experience with forced Hydra assets,” Bucky mentions. Wanda glances toward him. “We’ll help her,” He assures knowing Wanda’s worry about her sister getting hurt. She sends him a small smile.

Finding Y/n and bringing her in sounded much easier than it ended up being. Wanda had been right, advanced healing wasn’t the only ability she possessed.

“Hey, guys,” Natasha breathes, through the coms. It had taken a few month to figure out how to find Y/n and now the team is trying to fight her in the middle of the woods. Trying. “You sense something familiar in her abilities?”

Once Natasha had asked the question, everything clicked. Hydra had found a way to replicate any ability the Avenger’s had and give it to Y/n. She had Thor’s lightening, Clint’s wicked accuracy, Natasha’s skill in combat, Bucky and Steve’s strength, Wanda’s magic, and even Pietro’s speed. None of them knew if she had the ability to turn into a Hulk and honestly didn’t want to find out. They had enough to deal with without having to add the Hulk to the equation.

“How are we going to stop her?” Clint groans, slowly pushing himself back on his feet. “She’s going to tear us apart one by one if we don’t figure something out,” He comments looking around for a silver streak.

“Steve,” Bucky mutters, standing back to back with his partner. “Maybe we could get through to her,”

“We don’t know if we’re right,” Steve replies.

“We’re right,” Bucky states, confidently.

“Even if we are we can’t get close enough to touch her,” Steve mentions, his head snapping to the side as Tony falls out of the sky and to the ground. Luckily it wasn’t a far fall. By the time Steve and Bucky got to him, Y/n was nowhere in sight.

“I know this chick is Wanda’s sister but I really don’t like her,” Tony groans as F.R.I.D.A.Y. gives him a run down on everything that’s damaged with his suit.

“I got an idea,” Bucky says, sharing a look with Steve.

“Whatever it is, hurry up,” Natasha whines, after being throne violently into Clint. “She’s play with us right now, sooner or later she’s going to go in for the kill,”

“Wanda, what’s your location?” Bucky asks.

“Half a mile to your right,” Wanda responds. Bucky spots her.

“Can you stop her?” Bucky asks. “Hold her in place long enough for Steve and I to get to her?”

“It will not be easy,” Wanda warns.

“Can you do it?” Steve snips, a bit. Wanda looks conflicted but slowly nods. “Then do it,” He orders.

“We have to get her to Wanda,” Bucky says.

“We’ll start luring her to her,” Clint grumbles, nocking another arrow. Within a couple of minutes, Y/n speeds past Wanda before forced to stop. Wanda grinds her teeth as she holds Y/n in place.

“I can’t hold her for long,” Wanda warns frantically. Bucky and Steve both race towards her. When they’re close enough, each of them grabs a wrist. A tingling feels waves through both of their bodies as their souls recognize their mate.

The sensation of Bucky and Steve initiating the bond with her along with the extensive use of her abilities causes Y/n to pass out in Bucky’s arms. The super soldier easily scoops her into his arms and holds her close.

“Couldn’t have done that earlier?” Clint breathes, pressing his hand against his side.

“Let’s get back to the jet,” Steve orders.

“We just going to ignore the fact that she’s your mate?” Tony asks.

“Not now,” Bucky barks. Tony raises his hands and follows them onto the jet.

“Bruce will be waiting to check on her,” Natasha tells them. The two soldiers nod before taking a seat. Bucky refuses to let her go and places her feet on Steve’s lap.

“I thought she was dead,” Wanda whispers, staring at her sister. “Yet all this time she’s been through god knows what with Hydra,”

“Well, she’s here now,” Steve tries to comfort her. “She’s safe,” Bucky rests his head atop of her head. He buries the anger he feels towards Hydra at what they’ve done to her. “She’s safe,” Steve repeats, this time staring at his boyfriend. Bucky gives him a small smile.

When they landed Bruce took her to medical and checked on her. He took blood samples and scanned her body. The entire time Wanda, Steve and Bucky hovered.

Bruce tried to explain what was going on with her cells but they didn’t exactly understand what he was saying. All that mattered is that she’s safe and healthy.

It took an additional two days before she finally began to wake up. At this point only Steve and Bucky sat by her bed. Wanda had gone off to get them food.

Almost immediately Y/n began to panic not recognizing her surroundings. Steve and Bucky quickly calmed her down with a simple touch and soft words. While it helped calm her movement it was obvious she was still on high alert.

Now that she’s awake, Bruce was able to do more tests. However, the moment he entered Y/n reacted protectively of not only herself but of her mates. Her powers lashed out and successfully knocked the doctor out before Steve and Bucky were able to explain that Bruce just wanted to help and that he wasn’t going to hurt any of them.

When Bruce woke up, Y/n was still weary of him but didn’t attack again. She trusted her mates and only relaxed when the tests were done and he left.

“Where are we?” She whispers.

“New York,” Steve explains. “The Avenger’s tower,” She winces at the word ‘Avenger’.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Bucky asks, hesitantly. She doesn’t answer for a few minutes.

“They wanted a weapon to defeat the Avengers,” She explains. “Someone strong enough to kill all of you,”

“You could have easily completed that mission, why didn’t you?” Steve asks. Y/n glances at him. The conflict is clear in her eyes.

“I don’t like killing,” She whispers. “I try to stop myself but I can’t do it all the time,” Bucky instantly picks up on the fact that Hydra had instilled the same compliance protocol in her as they had him. “When they sent me to kill you all, I tried to hold back. Give you a chance to... stop me,” Bucky grips her head knowing that ‘stop’ isn’t the word she had wanted to use.

“You’re strong,” Bucky tells her. She glances to him. “Not everyone can fight the control Hydra has. I couldn’t,” She frowns her eyebrows. Bucky shares a look with Steve before explaining his story to her. Steve chimed in here or there as well as going off on his own tangents with his own background stories.

At some point while talking, the three of them moved to Bucky and Steve’s floor within the tower to be more comfortable. The both of them knew the rest of the Avengers are hesitant to have her around, not knowing if she’s in control of herself or not. They all know that if her mind were to switch again and she tries to kill them, they’d be very lucky if they could stop her.

For almost a month, Y/n stayed on their floor. Bucky and Steve stayed with her, only venturing out if they needed something like food or clothes for Y/n. Throughout the month they learned about each other. Bucky and Steve were very open with her while she was more reserved with the details of her life.

What she did decide to explain were watered down stories of what happened to her in Hydra. She didn’t want to tell them all the gory details.

She didn’t want to tell them that Hydra had tested how well her healing ability was by putting her through a meat grinder and watched her body slowly, and extremely painfully, put herself back together.

She didn’t tell them how they would electrocute her body for hours on end with no break in order to test how strong her abilities mimicking Thor were. Nor did she tell them about the grueling sparing matches that would have killed her should she have been a normal human.

Bucky had questioned her if they had tried to wipe her memories. She had to think for a moment before answering.

“They tried,” She remembers. “Multiple times but my mind would heal and bounce back too quick. It wouldn’t work. They had to find a way to get me to stop thinking about the past, to give up the little hope I clung too... They did it through the pain. They broke me to the point where all I would think about was how to live to the next day instead of reminiscing how I lived in the past,”

The anger Steve and Bucky felt whenever she explained anything about Hydra could not be measured. How they kept themselves from destroying the room is a mystery. Steve thought his anger towards Hydra was bad after everything that happened with the war and then with Bucky. But now it was amplifying as Y/n explains her story.

“I know I had a past... It’s just hard to think past the last few years,” She whispers.

“It’ll come to you,” Bucky promises, kissing the side of her head. She instinctively curls into his lap and he holds her to his chest. “The good memories will come, I promise,”

“What if I don’t have any?” She whispers, her eyes misting over.

“Then we’ll make some,” Steve tells her. He wraps both Bucky and Y/n in his arms. “We’ll make so many good memories you won’t think to remember the bad ones,” Y/n smiles, snuggling deeper in Bucky’s embrace.

It wasn’t until after several evaluations through Bruce, did Y/n leave the floor that had become her home. She started spending more time around the other’s but not without at least one of her mates right next to her.

There is one Avenger that seemed to be avoiding her.

“Do you mind if I come in?” Y/n asks, lightly knocking on Wanda’s door. At this point Y/n has been within the Avenger’s tower for about four months. She was slowly adjusting but it was happening.

“I shall give you two some privacy,” Vision states, standing from the bed he had been laying on with Wanda. Y/n gives him a polite smile and moves to give him room to walk out the door.

“You look better,” Wanda comments, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“I doubt I could have looked any worse than when you found me,” Y/n jokes. Wanda smiles a bit before patting the spot beside her. “You look so beautiful,” She whispers. “A little older than when I last saw you,” Wanda smiles, her head hanging a bit. “I’m sorry,” Wanda’s head snaps towards her.

“Sorry?”

“I couldn’t keep us together,” Y/n whispers, tears brimming her eyes. “I left you in that facility... I left you and Pietro,” Y/n’s voice chokes at his name. “I left you to deal with his death alone,”

“No, no, you didn’t have a choice,” Wanda reaches to pull her into a hug and Y/n clings to her. Both of them being to cry in each other’s arms. “It’s my fault... If we weren’t so damn stubborn non of this would have happened,” Wanda laughs pitifully. Y/n hugs her sister even tighter. “We thought you were dead... If we had known-”

“I know,” She whispers, puling from the hug. They both wipe their tears.

“He missed you so much,” Wanda whispers. “We both did,”

“Well, I’m here now... And I have you to thank for that,” Wanda smiles, shrugging slightly.

“What are sister’s for?” They smile at each other and quickly go in for another hug, this time neither of them pulling away for some time.

While mending her relationship with her sister was a large step in the right direction, Y/n still had a long journey a head of her. It wasn’t until 7 months in the Avenger’s facility did she realize that she’s not the only one trying to heal from her past.

In the beginning, when Y/n was cleared to leave medical, she had been offered her own space. Her fear of being left along meant that her own room was being used as a large closet while she spent her nights safely tucked between two large super soldiers.

Usually, her whimpers and moving around is what wakes the other two up. However, tonight it’s not her nightmares that are causing problems.

“Bucky?” Y/n groans, slowly waking from her sleep. A moment later Bucky’s body is shooting up and his chest is heaving violently. “Bucky, baby?” Y/n sits up, shoving Steve’s arm off of her. “Honey, look at me,” She whispers, gently caressing his chin. His body tenses as he involuntarily flinches from her. “It’s ok... It’s alright,” She whispers, not forcing him to look at her but encouraging him.

“Hi,” He whispers, sweat dripping down his forehead. She sends him a calm, comforting smile as she wipes the drops away.

“Hey,” She whispers back. “It’s ok... They’re just nightmares... I won’t let them hurt you,” She promises. Bucky stares at her before pushing their foreheads together.

“I’m sorry for waking you,” He mutters.

“Don’t,” She shakes her head, bumping their noses together. “I’ve woken you both up countless times, it’s nice to help you for a change,” Bucky smiles, slithering an arm around her waist. He hauls her on top of him as he lays back down. She props her head up and gently rubs his chest. “Do you want to talk?”

“No... Just wanna look at ya, doll,” He whispers, his hands gently gliding up and down her sides. She smiles, her head nuzzling into his neck as his hands slip under her shirt to caress her skin. It’s only a couple of minutes before Steve is rolling closer in his sleep, his need to be as close as possible to them shinning through even while in dreamland.

“We’re going to be ok, Buck,” She whispers to him. His arms tighten around her.

“That’s right, baby doll,” Bucky mutters, kissing her head. “We’re going to be just fine,”

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