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english8muffin · 4 years

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Cozy winter

Summary: going to the market, being cheeky in the parking lot and a warm cuddly morning sprinkled with some funny-business

Warning: Cute banter, smut (NSFW), fluff

Word count: Around 5300 words!

I want to open this with one of my favorite quotes ever, so if you allow me ;)

“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” -Kurt Vonnegut

“We need muffins.”

“We don’t NEED muffins, what we need are some fresh fruit and vegetables, ” Henry butts in. You frown and look up at him, “Oh whatever, Hen. You eat your greens, beans, potatoes and tomatoes, while I get fat by munching on some sweet, sweet, delicious chocolate muffins.”

He sends you a smirk from across the aisle. It was always fun to do mundane things, like going to get coffee together or grocery shopping, when he was home from filming. The last year you went to university it was very hard to be away from him for such a long time, especially when you still lived in Europe. You would fly over to England once in a blue moon, when Henry was in London and your schedule would allow it. Other times your relationship existed out of phone and video calls. It was a rough period, if you have to be honest. But It made the two of you closer and your bond stronger. It’s true what they say, absence does make the heart grow fonder.

You let Henry know you were going to get the ingredients for the muffins and start pushing the shopping cart in the direction of the baking supplies. As you walk back to the fresh produce section, you get distracted. So many colorful packaging was just screaming your name…

“What the- lovey! I thought you were going to get your muffin ingredients,” Henry cackles and almost doubles over seeing the now full shopping cart.

It took you a second to answer, a bit too focused on his beautiful face and the smile lines that appeared when he laughed. You quickly try to defend yourself, so he doesn’t think you have no self-control, even though, you know your eyes were bigger than your stomach.

“No! I did get them, they’re just underneath the other bags,” you trail off, eyes drifting to the floor. You sigh, “I just saw this aisle with all the snacks. These magnificent snacks. And, Hen, I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life! And, Hen-Henry! Henry, listen! Stop laughing at me! It was a moment of weakness! You can’t judge me! You don’t even know how they taste, I promise you, you will understand once you take a bite of everything!”

Henry wipes away a small tear at the corner of his eye and kisses the top of your head. You stroll around the aisles, trying to work through the rest of your grocery list, but suddenly you stop dead in your tracks.

“Hen,” you say, trying to get his attention. He gives you a hum in return, letting you know he heard you, “why on god’s green earth does my grocery list say ‘sex’?” You tilt your head up to his face, seeing a bashful grin.

You shake your head, clicking your tongue disapprovingly, “it isn’t even on top of the list! You put your oatmeal protein shake before sex, fuck, you even put curry before sex, you really need to get your priorities straight!”

After getting some more stuff, like pak choi, steak, tofu and the ingredients for Henry’s beloved curry you always make him, you walk to the register.

The petite Asian lady gives you a smile and takes a little peak at Henry, who was too busy looking at the various Chinese cough drops that are displayed in front of the counter. Her brows rise behind her thick glasses, “哇，大帅哥。你很幸运啊。” (Wow, big handsome man. You are very lucky, ah.) She says, turning back to you and winking. You can’t help but chuckle. Grinning you send her an ‘I know’-look.

Hearing your laugh, Henry looks over his shoulder with a questioning look. But you just smile and shake your head.

You two quickly get everything in the reusable shopping bags you brought with you. It was getting late and more people were getting off of work and wanted to do some last-minute grocery shopping. Henry takes both of the flower printed bags and the two of you walk to the car. It was getting colder, your breath turning into puffs of smoke. You look up at the sky glooming over you. They promised snow tonight.

Seeing Henry load the bags in the trunk, his ass proudly sticking out in the air, you give it a pinch. You just couldn’t resist. It was just there, so you better make use of the situation.

Feeling your hand touch his behind, Henry turns around, an unamused look on his face.

“Excuse me, miss. But that is mine,” he says, really playing up his posh accent. “I sure hope you disinfected those filthy little paws of yours.” He cutely scrunches his nose, doing a once over and trying so hard to keep himself from smiling, but failing miserably. He turns back around and arranges the bags in the booth so they won’t tip over.

There is a moment of silence, just the noise from cars driving up and off the parking. From the corner his eye Henry sees the stare you give him but ignores it with a small smirk.

“You know,” you begin with a cheeky undertone, making him curious, “I bet I could kick your ass,” you grin, looking at him and trying to gauge his reaction.

“What was that, doll?”

“You heard me, big lad!”

“Oh really?” He asks and looks at you, towering over you like a brick wall. His eyes glimmering with mischief. Yeah, no, this was NOT a good idea.

You squirm a little and a small nervous giggle leaves your lips.

“Yes, I can. Watch m-AHHHH! HENRY!” You squeal as he lifts you and throws you over his shoulder, fully forgetting you are in public. “Let me down, you caveman!” You laugh, slapping his left ass cheek. But he ignores your plea and just slaps your ass in return.

Wiggling a little, you challenge him, “Beat me up! Come on, do it!”

He turns his head and playfully bites the exposed skin by your hip, making you shriek like a little kid.

Henry lets out a loud belly laugh and puts you back on your feet. As soon as the tips of your Dr. Martens touch the pavement, you get pushed against the car. Trapping you between the icy cold black metal and his warm body. His arm goes around your waist and pulls you closer to his front.

“I love you.” The words are hushed but you hear them loud and clear, making a shiver go down your spine. The both of you look at each other, completely enamored and grinning like idiots. Noses and the apples of your cheeks rosy, bitten from the cold.

“I love you too,” you whisper back. His hand glides inside your coat and underneath the thick knitted jumper you finished to other day. He just needed to feel you. You lean up a little and gently push your lips to his, adoring the familiar warmth that fell over you whenever you’d kiss. Before you can come in for a second smooch, he frowns at you.

“Thought you were going to beat my ass?” He mocks, trying to imitate your accent.

Lightly tapping your finger against your chin, you pretend to be in thought.

“Well, this is much more fun.”

“Hmm, agreed,” he grins, already eyeing your red swollen lips and tilting his head towards yours.

You hear heavy footsteps coming closer, the wooden floorboards slightly creaking under the weight. It was getting dark outside, the overhead lights in the kitchen casting a homey hue down on the oak countertops. Your ‘cooking playlist’ was filling the room with some gentle tunes. You also had a ‘dancing in the kitchen playlist’ but that one was mostly used in the mornings. You hum along to the melody when stirring in the stew you were preparing for the evening, rocking your hips side to side. The stew was softly bubbling away, spreading an amazing aroma around the house.

The footsteps stop behind you. A moment later two big, sweater wrapped arms envelop around you, delicately caressing you. Henry lovingly pulls your loose braid to the side and places his head onto your shoulder, trying to get a peak at what was in front of you on the stove.

“What smells so good in here?” Just then Henry’s stomach makes a loud grumbling noise from the mouthwatering smell going on in the kitchen, you chuckle.

He had been gaming before this, you could hear the tiredness in his voice, it was a bit lower and more hoarse than normal. Whenever he was tired like this, he’d just turn into your big cuddly bear, you loved it.

Dinner was almost done. You made one of the dishes your grandma used to make for you when you were younger. You won’t lie, it was pretty difficult at first to decipher the little recipe she send you in the post, but now you knew it by heart.

“Cantonese style braised beef stew with white radish, bean curd sheets and a side of rice,” you inform him and brush your hand over his, that was placed on your stomach. Hearing that, he has to make sure he’s not drooling.

“And for dessert…” You nod your head toward the piping hot apple crumble pie currently cooling on the kitchen island. “We still have some vanilla ice cream if you want to have that with your pie. I know you want to be healthy, but I just really wanted to make a pie and this one does have filling,” you ramble, joking on the last part about the filling. He probably thought you were pestering him with his diet that most likely didn’t allow him to eat it.

You wince a bit, feeling him tense against you. “You don’t have to eat it, my love, promise!”

“No petal, you’re just… you’re just so perfect,” Henry admits, pressing a kiss just below the strap of the pistachio green apron you were wearing, nuzzling his nose in your tousled hair.

It was a gloomy Saturday morning in London. If your alarm hadn’t gone off, you wouldn’t have known it was morning already.

Yesterday after dinner, the two of you cuddled up on the sofa, under a warm blanket with Kal snuggled up on your lap. His head resting in your lap, while his tail occasionally slapped Henry in the face, making you burst out laughing and Henry almost choke on the fur. The akita would fondly press his snout deeper against you, really loving the head scratches he was receiving. Both you and Henry were fully satisfied with the tasty dinner you had paired with a glass of wine and were now cheekily flirting with each other while watching a detective movie, of which you missed the plot because you were, well, differently occupied…

Now the bedroom held a calm, soft aura, a dim light streaming in through the linen curtains. You let out a little whimper, not wanting to leave the bubble you are in and stretch out your limbs. A bit sore from sleeping in a weird angle, amongst other things. Behind you, you hear a small sound of protest and before you know it, you are engulfed by a strong arm. Henry hides his face in the side of your neck, keeping his eyes closed, groaning, clearly displeased with the fact it was morning already.

You smile, this was your favorite kind of morning. Warm and cozy in bed, cuddling with your boyfriend. You turn around, careful to not let any cold air under the duvet, your arm going around the large form beside you and curling your fingers in the mess of curly hair. Henry moaned, burying his face lower, between your breasts. Now fully content and still a bit dazed by sleep, he lets out the most awful snore. Even though he sounded like a drowning goat when he snored, you couldn’t do anything other than coo and gently scratch your fingers on his scalp, lovingly gazing at the man beside you.

“Are we going to be lazy couch potatoes today?” You chuckle, placing a kiss on his forehead, wild curls tickling your nose as you do so. Your voice was still a little raspy, but Kal apparently still heard you, and pushed open the door to come snuggle in bed with his favorite humans.

“What time is it?” Henry groans.

“Around 8.”

“We can be busy bees if you want,” Henry whispered against the swell of your breast, peppering delicate kisses on the bare skin. “Or better yet, busy bunnies.”

Kal was now situated on the end of the bed, head on his paws while the serenity of the room made him doze off. His dad on the other hand was now slowly waking up, as his hand crept lower and lower over your body. You giggled and pushed his hand away.

“There is a child present ,” you motion towards a sleeping Kal, who lays stretched out on the feathery duvet, already heading off to dreamland looking content as ever. Henry lifts his head, peering at his buddy and snorts, “he’s seen much worse, haven’t you bear?” But he doesn’t get acknowledged.

Laying his head back, he reaches up to push your hair out of your face before grabbing your cheek and pulling you down for a kiss. He places three kisses on your swollen lips, lightly sucking on the bottom one.

“May-,” you try to say something, but he just pushes his mouth harder against yours. Quickly taking the opportunity to stop you from making excuses. A hoarse chuckle rumbles from his chest, as he wraps you in his arms.

“Stop talking, woman, and kiss me back.” You let out a small moan and grip the curls you were playing with moments ago. He deepens the kiss slightly, tongue invading your mouth, surprising you. A subdued hum escapes your mouth, resulting in him grabbing the back of your neck, as the other rests on your hip. The kiss gets deeper and more passionate as the minutes go by. Getting a bit overwhelmed you pull back slowly, softy panting.

“Hmm, so sweet, darling,” he says smugly, earning a little smack to the chest as a bright blush covers your cheeks. Like it wasn’t already hard enough to resist him and stay in the warm bed all morning, he does this. Henry rolls your naked body over so you’re straddling him, a large hand wraps itself around your hair. He tugs, not too hard though, so he has more access to shower open mouthed kisses on your neck and chest. Leaving you a breathless mess on top of him. His hands trail from the top of your back to your rear, squeezing your cheeks before giving them a fast slap, making you take in a breath.

From all the shuffling, little snickers and kissing noises, Kal woke up and groaned, irritated that his humans couldn’t just hanky-panky somewhere else. With a last disapproving look, he jumps off the bed, landing with a thump. From the sound of paws hitting the wooden floor and toddling down the stairs, you look over your shoulder, duvet falling down so you sat there fully naked, much to Henry’s delight.

Then you felt it. It was normal for Henry to get hard in the morning. To be honest, he would be a bit worried if his cock wasn’t hard first thing when waking up.

Involuntarily you grind down, drawing a heavy moan from deep in his chest. Holding intense eye contact with him, you start humping over his bare front, mewling like a kitten in heat. It was embarrassing how he had you wrapped around his finger. A cheeky smile formed on his face, “look who came around.” Your body was practically begging for sex.

Pouting, you keep on moving your hips in a tantalizing slow rhythm, scratching at his hairy chest. Making sure you kept your eyes on his, he licked his three middle fingers and a second later you feel him reaching between your thighs, wiping his fingers down your slit. Tensing up a little, you try to hold back a grunt at the sensation.

“Oh darling,” he started, his voice going an octave lower, “what a mess you’ve made.”

He pulls back and observes your reaction when he pops his finger in his mouth.

“Wet and sweet, like always.”

“You are so nasty,” you whisper in total awe at what he manages to do to your body. He snickers and you quickly grab his hand, pushing it back between your thighs, “I didn’t tell you to stop, though.”

Your jaw goes slack, the moment you feel his thick fingers moving in and out of you. He was hitting just the right spot, making you groan and throw your head back. He felt like he couldn’t hold back anymore, he quickly flips you over so he’s on top of you, fully trapping you underneath his body and smashes his mouth on yours. Everything was happening so fast that you couldn’t pay attention to every incredible thing he was making you feel. Taking his cock in hand, he rubs his shaft against you, up and down, pressing it so you could feel the length. You look up at him, veins bulging in his neck, eyes dark, face already becoming flushed. God, he was so sexy. Grabbing your legs, he pushes your knees back so you were completely spread open and at his mercy.

He curses under his breath and lines himself up with you sticky center. Stifling your moans and pants, by pressing his lips to yours, when he slowly sinks his thick cock inside.

“Oh my god,” you whine, feeling him stretching your walls apart, pushing himself deeper and deeper.

“Y’feel so warm and tight, my love. M’so hard it hurts.” Henry whines against your lips, lacing his fingers in between yours. He trails kisses in your neck and under your ear, trying to get as close to you as possible. He loved feeling your body against his. Your walls were so plushy and wet for his cock, he wanted to stay buried in you forever.

“M’gonna make you feel so good, darling,” he whispers in your ear. You whine softly, getting worked up, “please.”

He smirked, obviously liking your plea.

Instead of giving you a nice, hard pounding, Henry wanted to go slow. It was still very early in the morning, the both of you still barely awake and he wanted to savor this moment with you.

“Oh, Hen-,” you pant softly, loving every bit of it. As he pushes deeper into you, you can feel his entire weight pressing down against you. The weight comforted you in a sense, like others would with a weighted blanket. He prolonged his strokes, making sure that when he slid out you could feel every centimeter of him, but then slid back in quickly.

“Fuck.” He grumbles into your neck, “feels so good, love,” he praises, nibbling on the skin under your ear, grabbing a handful of your hair pulling it back. You move you hands from his grasp and push them up his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

“So good,” you moan out to him, feeling his cock nudge at the extremely sensitive spot deep inside your core. He lifts his head to look at you, seeing your mouth formed into the letter ‘o’, head tilted back into the cloud-like pillow and eyes screwed shut. A string of desperate moans falls from your lips.

This was what he loved, seeing his love, his girl react to the way he was pleasuring her. Just looking at you in this state made his orgasm coil up in the pit of his tummy. He never would have dreamed that another person could give him this feeling, the feeling of utter bliss when you were together. The unconditional love he felt for you was indescribable.

Henry continues to thrust into you and attaches his lips to yours, feeling you squeeze around him. You manage to spread your legs even wider and wrap them securely around his slim waist, digging your heels just above the globes of his perfectly sculpted ass.

He was aiming his stokes into the deepest part of you and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release.

“Fuck,” you whimper out to him, digging your nails into the skin of his back. He knew you were about to cum. You let out another loud moan.

“Come on, petal. Cum f’me,” he pants, trying to coax you. Hearing the almost desperate tone in his voice, combined with the sound of him slapping his hips to yours and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you was becoming overwhelming.

“Oh my god!” A loud moan ripples through you, the feeling of your release coming near.

“Almost, my love,” he moans, speeding up the pace of his thrust. He inhales sharply, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulls you up, quickly pounding into you. Completely losing control, trying to get deeper as if that was possible and lets his forehead rest against yours. With one last push of his hips, you get to your breaking point and cum, screaming. Henry feels your walls clamp around him and let’s go, fully satisfied. The noise he made was an orgasm on its own. He keeps himself against you when he lets go inside of you. You could feel Henry’s cum filling you as you slowly come down from your high. You feel his cum dripping out of you, almost proud of what you made him do.

He is about to roll off of you to cuddle up beside you, but you stop him by tightening your legs around him. “Please stay like this,” you whisper, your brain still a bit muddled by the amazing orgasm you just had seconds ago. He smiles down at you.

“Don’t be a silly goose,” he kisses your nose, “I would crush you,” Henry says endeared with a cheeky grin and pulls you into his side. You feel warm and safe. You yawn, blinking away when your eyes become watery.

“I can’t move,” biting your bottom lip, you snuggle closer to him, “and my throat hurts like hell.”

Henry lowers his hand to your ass and gives it a firm squeeze, “I’m not surprised. Oh doll, the sounds you were making,” he bites his bottom lip, closing his eyes.

You laugh and roll your eyes. Henry nipped at your neck, making you erupt into a fit giggles. He chuckles, leaving a kiss on the spot he had just bitten.

Henry trails his hands up and down your back. You closed your eyes and tangle your leg in between his, really liking the feeling. His chest was heavenly and just being in his arms felt amazing. He almost lulled you back to sleep the moment he began to run his fingers through your hair.

“That good, huh? Almost fucked you back to sleep,” he chuckles.

“It was alright, I guess,” you tease him. He raises his eyebrows, eyes twinkling with joy.

“How would you rate the experience?”

Tilting your head to look up at him, “Hmm, ten I guess.”

He looked very pleased with that.

“Out of twenty,” you finish.

“OUT OF TWENTY?” He sobered up, staring at your face with a shocked expression.

You snicker, climbing into his lap, “No, honey, I was just joking, I’m sorry.” A big pout forming on your face, making you look oh so innocent.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to put you up on all fours and take you like that, don’t tempt me,” he says, shaking his head. Wiggling your brows you grin and kiss the dimple on his chin.

“As much as I would enjoy that, I think Kal has to go potty and we have to eat.”

After some hushed pillow talk and hoarse giggles between the silky sheets, you two decide to move downstairs and start making some fresh coffee. When you lift your body out of the bed, a light throbbing shoots between your legs. You almost fall back into the mattress, making Henry roar with laughter. You end up getting a piggy back ride down the stairs, only wearing a v-neck shirt from Henry that fell just below the curve of your ass and showed plenty of cleavage. Your lilac panties were fully on display and your almost black hair looked like a lion’s main on top of your head, but you didn’t care.

The both of you were still in that bubbly, fulfilled state of mind, looking like two drugged out kids, wearing blissful smiles. When you got to the kitchen, Kal bounded around the corner, coming from the sitting area, his tail wildly sweeping through the air. Eyes sparkling with happiness when he saw his parents finally had left the bed.

“早上，宝宝” (morning, baby) You greet him, still on Henry’s back. Kal gives you a high “woof” as to say good morning back. After living with Henry and Kal for around eight months now, the akita started to pick up on a few Chinese phrases. He even decided the pet name ‘宝宝’ (bao bao), which means baby or darling, was only to be applied on him and nobody else.

Every time you would video call with your Chinese speaking friends, and they talked about or to their children, Kal would cheerfully patter over, thinking they were cooing at him instead of the small infant in the background. But you thought it was the sweetest thing ever, he was your little fur baby after all.

“I’m going to make us some omelets, is that alright with you, darling,” Henry asked, already opening the fridge and looking for the carton of eggs.

“Yeah, ‘course,” you call out to him. You give Kal his breakfast and receive many, wet kisses in return. Shuffling back over to your boyfriend, you lean against the dark green counter with its wooden countertops, and look at him carefully chopping up some bell peppers and onion, only wearing his joggers and a tank top. You were a lucky girl, and you knew it. Henry sends you a grin and winks before turning back to cutting the vegetables.

You begin to brew some fresh coffee for Henry, and put on the kettle for your morning tea. While he was finishing up breakfast, you start to read the newspaper to him. He absolutely adored it when you’d read to him, due to your accent becoming more noticeable. Kal came over to you, stuffing his wet nose against the hand you held out to him. “You’re such a good boy, Kal. Yes, you are,” you tell him in a baby voice, “you’re my little angel aren’t you? 我的小天使”

You clean the table, after eating your breakfast and get ready for the day. Henry was already out to go on a walk with Kal. It did indeed snow last night and everything outside was hidden underneath a thin sheet of white snow, so you made sure Henry was wrapped up in a thick scarf you made him and a black beanie. After giving you a kiss as if he was off to fight in a war, he and Kal happily walked through the front door, into the freezing cold. Him whistling and Kal buzzing with excitement.

Brushing your teeth and doing your makeup, you dance through the bathroom, in a good mood. You grab your phone that was propped up against the mirror, planning to put on the podcast you had been enjoying lately. You freeze seeing all the notifications, not having heard your phone due to it being on ‘quiet’. You swallow.

Oh shit.

There you were, plastered on the internet for everyone to see and laugh at. You and Henry making out on the parking lot of the Chinese supermarket. Was he going to be angry with you? It was your fault for teasing him after all. Oh no no no…

‘Henry Cavill and girlfriend were spotted having a steamy make out session outside local grocery store’

The headline read, making your face as red as a tomato. Trying to fight against it, you couldn’t hold yourself from reading the next paragraph.

Being in the middle of winter, doesn’t stop these two lovebirds from having a heated make out session in a parking lot!

Yesterday early in the evening, Witcher-superstar Henry Cavill was spotted with (to some) much younger girlfriend, designer, Y/N Y/L/N. The two have recently confirmed their relationship with an Instagram post from Cavill, showing a candid of Y/N, with the short caption ‘My sunshine enjoying the sun shine’. Last month Vogue came out with a video featuring Y/L/N in which Cavill and his dog Kal made an appearance, making fans go wild. It seems like the two really are living the life and we are excited to see more of them together!

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This was it. You could already hear your sweet grandma, praying to the ancestors to forgive you for your sins, lighting all the incense she could find. You were a disgrace to the family now. It wasn’t that you were ashamed or felt bad about doing it, hell, everybody in the position would gladly sit on Henry’s shoulders and stick their tongue down his throat. You were just disappointed you got caught.

From downstairs you hear the door close with a loud thump and the pitter-patter from Kal’s nails on the hardwood floor, letting you know your two boys were back home. You nervously descend the flight of stairs, holding your head low and tightly clutching your phone in hand.

“Hey, lovey! you really missed something, Kal and I could practically ice skate over the walking trails, it was so much fun!” Henry says enthusiastically as he hears you wander into the living room. You ignore him and plop down on the couch.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, not meeting his eyes.

A frown makes its way onto his face.

“What are you sorry for, sweet girl?” His eyes hold a concerned look, not understanding what you were talking about. You huff out a breath and hand him your phone so he could see the article.

A roaring laugh sounds through the open space, making your head shoot up. “Yeah, I saw it this morning when I went and checked my Instagram,” he chuckles, face still rosy from going outside.

“We really gave the paparazzi a field day, didn’t we?” He continues.

“Your ass looks great in this pic, though. Look,” pointing to the one were he had you lifted over his shoulder, but softens his voice when he sees how tense you were.

“Aw, doll, loosen up, I’m not mad or anything, if that’s what you think. I’m rather pleased now that everybody can see how happy we are and how much joy you bring me,” he lets you know nonchalantly, pressing a smooch to your forehead and starts to march towards the kitchen.

“You want another cuppa, lovey?”

And just like that, you were back in your good mood, perplexed at how well he took all of this.

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tuiccim · 4 years

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Terrigenisis (Part 1)

Pairing: Avengers X Inhuman!Reader

Words: 3870

Summary: Your life is torn apart after undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to civilian life. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild your life.

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“Charlie, the car’s packed. Are you ready?” You called. Your first vacation in two years ahead. A rock climbing trip to Arizona.

“Almost. Come here.” Charlie called from the apartment kitchen.

“What’s up?” You smile as you walk into the kitchen and see Charlie holding out a small medicine cup. “What am I taking today?” You smile at your husband who is currently on a vitamin kick.

“Magnesium, fish oil, vitamin d, and a multi.” He smiles as he picks up his own cup and clinks it together with yours.

You both take the vitamins and then you lean in for a quick kiss. “Okay, good lookin’, vacation time.”

You turn to head for the door but Charlie’s voice brings you back around, “What’s happening?” he says in a panicked voice, “(Y/N)!” You turn to see his body being covered by rocks.

“Charlie!” You reach out for him.

“Don’t touch me!” He yells, but then you feel something strange yourself. Looking down you see the rocks beginning to cover you, too.

“Charlie!” You yell again.

“I love you!” He says just before the rocks cover him completely.

“I love you!” You cry and then are overtaken.

Fourteen months later.

“So, you’re just gonna spring me on them?” You look at Nicky Fury as he drives to the Avenger’s compound.

“Not like we had a lot of time. Coulson's team had to move. This will be the safest place for you and you can be trained as an Avenger here.” Fury states.

You roll your eyes. Not like you hadn’t been training for the last six months with Coulson’s team, but apparently you can’t even tell anyone about them. Now, you’re supposed to join this team and everything will be all better. You put your earbuds in.

You’re brought into the conference room and face the Avengers team. Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes.

“Avengers, meet your newest trainee.” Fury states.

You keep your gaze down not wanting to see the anger on everyone’s faces.

“What is this, Fury?” Captain Rogers is the first to speak.

“Look, we need a place for her to train and become mission ready. Right now, here is the safest place for that. I’ll let you get acquainted.” With that, Fury leaves.

You stare after him as he leaves you to the team’s mercy. You turn to look at Captain Rogers, apprehension clear on your face. He seems to take some pity on you.

“You’re an agent?” He asks.

“Fury didn’t give you my file?” You ask quietly.

“What he just said is what he gave me on you.” Captain says, not unkindly.

“Great.” Your quiet, sarcastic reply.

“Why don’t you sit down and we can figure this all out?” Captain Rogers motions to the chair at the head of the table. You felt like you were sitting in front of a jury.

You looked around the table slowly at each solemn face. Miss Maximoff offers you a small smile and it bolsters a bit of courage in you.

“Okay. What’s your deal, then?” Mr. Stark questions.

“I guess it’d just be best to lay it all out for you from the beginning, huh?” You look to Captain Rogers.

“That would make things easier.” Agent Romanoff says.

You look at her and nod. “Fourteen months ago, I underwent terrigenesis.”

“Where did you get a terrigen crystal?” Dr. Banner asks.

“My husband, Charlie, handed me our morning vitamins. One was a new fish oil we were trying.” You say.

“Oh my god. You were one of the accidentally exposed?” Miss Maximoff says sadly.

“Yes.” You nod.

“Your husband?” She asks.

“He was not an Inhuman.” You look away for a minute to compose yourself. The loss of Charlie was still painful. You swallow and continue, “I, however, am. I emerged from the chrysalis with the ability to understand any vocal communication.”

“You mean verbal communication?” Dr. Banner says.

“No, I mean vocal. A dog barks and I know what it’s communicating, not exact words but the meaning. Eventually after hearing any human language for a time I can speak it also. I was fluent in English and Spanish before, but since I’ve become fluent in Mandarin and Cantonese, and I have working knowledge of a few others. I’m basically a universal translator.”

Agent Romanoff speaks then in Russian “You can understand anything said to you even if you don’t know the language?”

“That’s correct. I actually don’t know any Russian. If you could speak it to me when we talk I’ll pick it up eventually. If any of you know other languages, it would be helpful for me to learn to speak them.”

“I would be happy to help you with Sokovian.” Miss Maximoff says in her language.

“Thank you. I’m grateful for whatever I can learn.” You smile at her.

“And that’s it? You can’t go back to your life because you can understand what everyone says?” Mr. Stark snarks.

“No. With being Inhuman comes additional strength and stamina, my gifts also include increased hearing and I can, um, warg for lack of a better term.” You give a half shrug.

“Warg? Like embody animals?” Agent Barton says.

“Yes. I can see, hear, feel through them. I have a Red-tailed Hawk who I’ve built a relationship with. I use her often to train.”

“Where is she?” Agent Barton asks.

You warg into her for a moment turning your eyes yellow as the hawks. “She’s in a dogwood tree on the north side of the compound.”

“Did you just…?” Agent Barton raises his eyebrows.

“Yes.” Turning back to Mr. Stark you say, “To answer your questions, Mr. Stark, the combination of my Inhuman abilities with the fact that I am a black belt in Krav Maga and Karate, an expert level climber, and a computer programmer put me in the threat category.”

“Programmer?” Mr. Stark smirks, “You mean hacker?”

“No. I mean programmer. I was not a part of anything clandestine… Until SHIELD.” you roll your eyes and a few of the team chuckled. “I could already kill someone with my bare hands, add in extra strength.” You shrug again. “Anyway, I’ve spent the last six months training with another Inhuman to hone my skills. They needed the full team to be field ready and Fury decided to move me here.”

“What are you lacking for field readiness?” Captain Rogers asks.

“Firearms training mostly.” You reply. “I have control of my abilities. My hand to hand is more than sufficient.”

“Do you have any experience with firearms?” Sergeant Barnes asks.

“Kinda why I got a black belt in Krav Maga and Karate was hoping to never need one. And if I do, I’ll take one.”

“Family?” Captain Rogers asks.

You shake your head, “My mom died when I was three. My dad raised me. He was a Coast Guard pilot. Died five years ago in a helicopter crash.”

“I’m sorry.” He says sincerely.

“Thanks. Any other questions? Anybody?” You look around the table.

“I think you’ve given us enough for now. Do you have bags or boxes we can help you move into a room?” Captain Rogers asks.

“Just those two. I’ve got them.” You pick up the large duffle and backpack.

“Why don’t you take an hour to settle in and then we’ll meet to start training.”

You nod, a little surprised he wants to start training so soon.

“I’ll show you to your room.” Miss Maximoff says. “Where’s she going?” she asks the Captain.

You see a cloud come over Captain Roger’s face for a moment before he says, “There’s a free room on my end.”

You realize he was trying to figure out where to put you and decided to keep the newbie nearby. You didn’t mind.

“Thank you.” You say to Captain Rogers and you nod to the rest of the team before you follow Miss Maximoff. “Thank you for showing me to the room, Miss Maximoff.”

Wanda giggles, “You can call me Wanda.”

“Thanks. Please call me (Y/N). And I thought you were gonna speak Sokovian to me?” You give her a small smile as you walk to the elevator.

“Oh, of course.” She says in Sokovian while hitting the elevator button.

“I wonder how good her hearing is.” You hear the whisper in the conference room.

“Good enough I can hear you from out here, Agent Barton.” You call back and grin at Wanda.

“Thanks!” He calls back.

“Not so loud! Geez” You and Wanda giggle together as you get on the elevator.

“What did he say? I couldn’t hear anything from where we were.” Wanda asks.

“Oh, he just wondered how good my hearing is.”

“Is it really sensitive?”

“Yeah. I have to sleep with earplugs and I wear headphones a lot to block some of it out. It’s taken a while to get used to it. At first, it was super overwhelming.”

“I understand. It was very brave the way you told everyone what happened to you.”

“Seemed fair. I got the chance to read all of your files, so I know about everyone else.”

“Here we are. Do you want help unpacking? I can stick around for a little bit.”

“It’s okay. You don’t need to do that. I’ll see you at training?”

“Yes, I’ll be there. If you need anything ask FRIDAY she can direct you where you need to go and answer your questions.” Wanda waves as she leaves you alone in the room.

The room is nicer than what you expected. A queen bed, desk, bookshelves, tv, walk in closet, and your own bathroom. You would definitely need to go to a store soon to pick up a few things. Hopefully, that wouldn’t be a problem with Captain Rogers. You empty your duffle bag, put your clothes away, and place your toiletries in the bathroom. You unwrap the two framed pictures and place them on your desk. One is you and Charlie smiling in a waterfall grotto after a long hike. The other is your wedding day, you in a short lace dress, him in a white button down and khaki pants, with the sun setting behind you on the beach just after you said your vows. You gently touch the photo, “Love you, Charlie.” you whisper.

You decide to change and head to wherever training would be. You stop at the panel by your door, "Uh, FRI...FRIDAY?"

"How may I be of assistance, Ms. (L/N)?"

"Where would I go to meet the others for training?"

"The training room is located on the first floor." She says as she flashes a map up.

"Thank you." You feel kind of sheepish talking to the AI.

Once in the training room you look around at the well equipped room. Every type of weights, machines, a boxing ring, mats, weapon lockers, and even a rock climbing wall you saw with excitement. Looking up at the ceiling you see it's criss crossed with beams and you get a wicked idea. You grab a climbing rope hanging down at one end of the room and shimmy up it quickly. You're able to swing yourself to the beam fairly easily from there and then walk the beams towards the entrance to the room. You take a seat with your back to a joist and stretch your legs out in front of you. It's not long before Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes come in together.

"Wonder if she’s as skilled as it sounds.” Sergeant Barnes says.

“Black belts in karate and krav maga? I’m sure she has some skills but getting her to Avenger status may be a challenge.” Captain Rogers says.

“Guess the question is, is she up for it?” Sergeant Barnes scoffs.

“I certainly plan to try, Sergeant.” You say from your perch.

“What the hell?” Sergeant Barnes looks up at you and you give a little wave.

“What are you doing up there, (Y/N)?” Captain Rogers says.

“Waiting.” You say simply.

“You felt the need to do that twenty feet in the air?” Captain Rogers scoffs.

You shrug, “Felt like climbing.” Getting up, you walk along the beams.

“Can you come down, please?” Sergeant Barnes says.

“Sure.” You walk back towards the climbing rope, once close enough you jump to it, and slide down.

Sergeant Barnes is right next to you when you turn around, “What would have happened if you’d fallen?”

“It’d hurt,” you say and look up to the beams, “A lot.”

“Might want to reconsider using the beams as a waiting room.” He snarks.

“Nah, I like being up high. I’m pretty sure-footed.” You look back to his face and he is scowling down at you. “What?”

“Nothing.” He says, “I’ll take that to mean you're warmed up. Let’s do some sparring and see how you do.”

“Okay.”

You follow him to the mat. Captain Rogers is standing to the side watching. You take stance and Sergeant Barnes begins. You can tell he is holding back and you go harder at him. After sparring with Melinda May for months you weren’t about to let him patronize you. You were holding your own and noticed the rest of the team filtering in and watching. He grabbed your arm and you used the leverage to jump up, throw your legs around his neck, and throw him to the ground. He rolled to his feet immediately and came right back at you. After a few more minutes, Captain Rogers called out, “Alright. Let’s switch it up.” You stopped but kept your eyes on Sergeant Barnes until he retreated.

“Not bad.” Sergeant Barnes says to Captain.

“Natasha.” Captain Rogers looks at her and she nods.

“Agent Romanoff.” You incline your head to her as she approaches.

“Natasha’s fine.” She smiles.

“(Y/N). Thanks.” You smile back and Natasha throws the first punch. You manage to hold your own for a while but in the end Natasha managed to pin you to the mat.

“Well done.” Natasha says.

“Not well enough.” You say with a mirthless chuckle.

“Who or what is next, Captain?” You say looking at the super soldier.

He looks over to Sergeant Barnes, “Bucky, can you take her to the range and gauge her abilities there?”

“Sure.” He eyes you and then makes a motion for you to follow.

As you walk out of the training room and turn down a hallway towards the range, you say to him, “I don’t have a lot of experience with guns, Sergeant Barnes.”

“Bucky.”

“What?”

“Call me Bucky.”

“Okay. I don’t have a lot of experience with guns, Bucky. I’ve shot a few times, but the last year has really been about my abilities and honing hand to hand.”

“Well, we’ll see what we have to work with and go from there.” Bucky says as he holds the door to the range open for you. You slip in past him and watch as he goes to the locker and pulls out a Glock, a clip, and a box of ammo. He then sets it all down in front of you with protective gear and stands back with arms crossed.

You reign in a smirk at his demeanor. He really is testing you. You pick up the clip, add the ammo, load and cock the gun. Clicking the safety into place, you put the protective gear on, pick the gun back up, and move to aim at the target. You take the safety off, aim, and fire. When you’ve emptied the clip, you set the gun down and turn to Bucky while removing the headphones. “It’s still loud even through these things.”

Bucky actually chuckles and hits the button to bring the target up for inspection. “You at least know how to load and shoot, but your aim needs work.”

While you had hit the target with each bullet, the rounds were dispersed throughout the torso. Yeah, your aim was lacking.

"Yup. Want me to go again?"

"No, just trying to get an idea." He gives you a tight smile that you return.

When you return to the training room, Captain Rogers takes you through a workout and then brings you a bottle of water. "Good work today."

"Thanks, Captain. I know it was awkward having me sprung on you."

"You can call me Steve. We all go by first names around here." He says.

"My, uh, my dad always required I called people by their title until invited otherwise. Old habits." You shrug.

"Yeah, I get it. Go get some rest and I'll show you around later."

"That would be great. Thanks."

An hour later you had showered and changed. You went to the common room to see if Captain Rogers, erm, Steve was around for the tour he had offered. Sam Wilson looked up from the couch.

“Hey, newbie.” He smiles.

“Hello.”

”I’m Sam. So, you have a hawk friend? What’s its name?”

“Doesn’t really have an English translation. It’s kind of a mix between a squawk and screech so I just call her Redtail.” You say.

“I’m trying to figure out if you're kidding.” Sam eyes you.

“The first part, yeah. But I really do call her Redtail.” You smirk.

“So, you can… what did you call it?”

“Warg. Warging.” You say.

“You can warg into her anytime you want?”

“Generally. I try to be respectful of her. She’s not a pet. She’s a companion that has chosen to befriend me and allow me to use her. Would you like to meet her later?”

“Yeah. That would be cool.” Sam smiles.

“(Y/N).” Steve strides into the room.

“Captain. Sorry. Steve.” You give him a small smile.

“Ready to take a tour?” He asks.

“Yes, thank you. Would you care to join us, Sam?”

“I’m good, but don’t forget about introducing me to Redtail.” Sam says from his spot on the couch.

“You got it.” You say as you go to follow Steve.

“Redtail?” Steve asks.

“The hawk I mentioned.” You say.

Steve shows you around the compound, explains FRIDAY’s functions, and talks a little bit about the team. He’s very kind through the whole process but you can tell he has some concerns about you becoming part of the team.

“Steve, can I ask you something?” You finally work up the courage to say.

“Yeah.” He turns to look at you.

“How does everyone feel about me being dropped on you? There’s bound to be some resentment.”

“I wouldn’t say resentment. Everyone’s just a bit guarded when it comes to new people. You must have done something right for Fury to put you here, though. Most of them know that.”

“Any helpful hints?”

“They’re all good people. Just give them time. They’ll warm up. And, seriously, don’t ever steal Natasha’s cookies.” He says.

You laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind. Would you like to meet Redtail?”

“That’d be great.”

“FRIDAY, will you let Sam know to meet us at the North entrance?”

“Getting used to FRIDAY already, huh?” Steve smiles.

“I can see how useful she is.”

A few minutes later Sam appears with Bucky following behind.

“Hey Buck.” Steve greets, “Wanted to meet Redtail, too?”

“Uh, yeah, if that’s okay, (Y/N)?” Bucky asks.

“Sure.” You give a small smile and head outside. “Gimme about 15 feet of space, guys. Don’t want to scare her.”

The guys move back as asked and you put your hands around your mouth and let out a loud “CAW CAW!” You look back at the bewildered expressions of the three and start laughing. “Just kidding. Sorry I couldn’t resist.” They all chuckle.

You reach in your back pocket and pull out a falconry glove. Slipping it on, you warg into Redtail turning your eyes yellow and ask her to come to you. Redtail makes a graceful arc from the dogwood tree she had been resting in and landed on your upheld hand. “Hello there, sweet girl. How do you like your new spot?” Redtail looks at you tilting her head.

“Does she understand you?” Sam asks.

“No, we can communicate when I warg, but it’s more like an exchange of images than it is talking.” You warg for a moment to ask Redtail if she can bring her closer to the three curious men and once you receive her consent you release the warg. “I’m going to bring her closer but please keep your hands down, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” Steve says.

“So, she’s your pet?” Bucky asks as you walk closer.

“No, I don't take care of her. She’s not my pet. She’s my companion, my friend.” You say petting the bird's chest. “Would you like to pet her?”

Bucky nods and you take his right hand in yours and bring it up to Redtail’s chest allowing him to pet her. She makes a small chittering sound and you smile at Bucky, “She likes you.” He smiles sweetly.

You move to Sam next and Redtail immediately starts chittering again. You take Sam’s hand and bring it up to her chest like you did with Bucky. Redtail leans into Sam’s hand and tilts her head back and forth studying him. She starts to reach a claw out to move to his hand but you warg to her and show her her talons tearing his skin. “Wow, she really likes you. I guess she sees a fellow bird.” You laugh.

“I do have a way with the ladies.” Sam grins.

You move to Steve last and allow him to pet Redtail. When you look at him he’s grinning and you can’t help but smile at the reactions each of the guys had to her. You look at Redtail, “Thank you, my friend.” You lift your arm in the air and she takes flight.

“She’s beautiful.” Steve says.

“Yeah, she is. I’m so grateful for how she’s stuck with me. I try to always give her the respect she deserves.” You say.

“So, you warg into her just whenever you want?” Bucky asks.

“I can. I usually warg into her and ask her permission. She’s rarely denied me. She was always curious about humans and she feels safe with me, but she’s still a wild animal and I don’t want her to lose that. I want her to always be free, ya know?”

“Yeah, I get it.” Bucky says with a smile.

“Why don’t we head in and find some dinner?” Steve suggests.

“Sounds good to me. I’m starving.” Sam says.

As you walk in, you remember you have no food here and need to go to a store. “Hey Steve. Is there a vehicle I can use?”

“What for?” He asks.

“My grand escape plan.” You deadpan, “I’d like to go to a store and pick up a few things. Or am I confined to the compound?”

“No, of course not. You can use the SUV in the garage. Keys are in the locker. Scan your thumb to access it.” Steve says.

“Great. Thanks. You guys need anything?”

A round of no’s from them, you head to the store to pick up some essentials and food. The rest of the night is spent settling in.

Part 2

Masterlist

#marvel #marvel fanfic #inhuman #inhuman fanfic #avengers #avengers fanfic #bucky #steve #captain america #fanfic #terrigenisis #x you #x reader #reader insert #bucky barnes #steve rogers

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The OCs: Lucy Rand

Full Name: Lucille Colleen Rand

Emojis: 🚔🎟🍜🐉🧘🏾‍♀️

Nicknames: Lucy/Luci, Lucy-Loo, Luc, and Lou are the most common.

Birthday: March 27th

Place of Birth: Harlem, New York

Sexuality: Asexual & Biromantic

Misc:

- Misty and Danny were not married when they had Lucy

- She’s most definitely named after her Uncle Luke and Aunt Colleen

- Her best friend is Dani

Dani, Lucy, and Vasya play together a lot as young children since their parents are all part of the Defenders.

- Aunt Colleen has been teaching her martial arts practically since Lucy could walk

- Her favorite food is Aunt Colleen’s homemade dumplings (though Colleen doesn’t cook overly often)

- Her favorite color is green

- Lucy is a very smiley person and upbeat more often than not

- She’s a pretty assertive person and thus has a reputation of being a ‘bad bitch’. She’s not mean, just doesn’t beat around the bush and can sometimes be a tad overly blunt.

- With that said, though she is assertive, she’s not much of a leader. She’s more than okay with being back up or co-captain.

- She is a night owl and does not like being up before noon. When Misty and Danny wake her up for school it takes forever to get her out of bed and she’s groggy and complaining the whole time.

- Lucy’s very good natured and is often described as overly kind. She’s willing to do anything for her friends.

- She’s super into Dungeons and Dragons and is known to spend hours getting lost in creating worlds, characters, and stories

She has loads of dice, most of which are green. Typically she enjoys playing as a bard. She’s dragged everyone into playing with her on multiple occasions. Dani gets bored, Honor is confused, Nika and Jack get into the game.

- She doesn’t have super powers but has amazing physical strength because of all the martial arts she’s learned. Of course, Misty and Aunt Jessica and Aunt Colleen have made sure that she (and Dani) know how to defend themselves.

- Her favorite fairytale as a child is The Bird with Nine Heads

- Her freshman year of highschool she joins the school’s basketball team and is a star player, much like her mom.

Playing basketball is one of the many ways that Misty and Lucy have mother-daughter bonding. They go to a court and play for hours sometimes, just talking about school and life and dinner.

- In middle school she played volleyball.

- She’s very well known to make really random smoothie combinations that everyone, Jack excluded, finds disgusting; a green beans, mango, and tomato juice smoothie being just one example.

- When she and Dani are in first grade, they meet Honor Alvarez and the three of them become the three amigos, completely inseparable.

- She’s completely fluent in Mandarin and Cantonese and celebrates the Lunar New Year since Danny and Aunt Colleen celebrate. It’s a big deal and one of her favorite holidays of the year.

Due to being friends with Honor, Jack, and Ravdí she picks up a decent amount of Spanish as well. But since Honor, Jack, and Ravdí speak different dialects of Spanish, sometimes she gets confused on words.

- She loves records and has a huge vinyl collection.

- For a month, she joins Nika’s side girl band along with Dani and Vasya. She doesn’t like to sing, but she can play a killer tune on an electric keyboard.

During this month she helped write a love song for their make-shift band to perform and it was dedicated to Honor who Lucy was positive only liked her as a friend. It made Dani roll her eyes so intensely she almost died.

- Lucy is a big fan of sandwiches. She frequents Subway often and is unhealthily addicted to their meatball subs.

- Her senior year of highschool she starts pining for Honor.

Honor pines harder. It’s a thing of stress for everyone else as they’re all like ‘would you two just kiss already?!’

- Misty and Mariah absolutely hate that their daughter’s become friends and then later begin dating.

- She is an only child and super cool with this, especially when she sees Rikki, Darla, and Sasha interacting. Peyton and Marie’s relationship make her almost wish she had a sister. Only almost though.

- Her lucky number is three

- She’s not the best cook and enjoys Chinese take-out way too much. Misty blames Danny.

- Lucy is equally as close with both of her parents.

- She loves hot teas with honey.

- Luke and Jessica are her godparents.

- She and Dani have had so many sleepovers so often that it’s not uncommon for Misty and Danny or Luke and Jessica to come home and see Dani or Lucy in their house.

- She stresses for a little bit about coming out to her parents but overall, she isn’t scared of their reaction.

- She’s not a fan of bugs but she does really like dragonflies. So much so that she gets a minimalist tattoo of a dragonfly on her inner wrist for her eighteenth birthday.

- She learned how to use chopsticks before she could use a fork thanks to Danny.

- Lucy and Jack get along really well and it’s not uncommon to see her hanging out with Darla and Jack and being goofy in class with them.

This has landed her in quite a few detentions with Jack more so than Darla honestly, much to the exasperation of Misty and Matt.

- She’s very prone to changing her hair every three to five months. Her go to style is braids or natural. She’s not very fond of perms for herself personally. She’s had her hair every color of the rainbow and every color in between.

When she was pining for Honor, she sported bubblegum pink braids for two months.

- She has four piercings in each ear, her bellybutton pierced, and debates a nose piercing by the time she graduates highschool.

- She gets a dragon tattoo that suspiciously looks like a more artistic version of Shou-Lou on her upper arm for her twentieth birthday.

- She likes flowers and wears floral prints often.

Has a bit of a green thumb and grows tomatoes on her balcony. Each tomato is given a name. Many of them do not get eaten because of this.

- With Misty as her mother, Lucy grows up with a lot of self confidence. She’s all about body positivity and let’s no one talk smack about her or her friends.

- She enjoys experimenting with make-up and can rock colorful lipsticks like nobody’s business. Though she’s probably too kind for her own good, if you touch her lipstick, she will fight you.

- Her favorite classes are economics and P.E.

- Lucy and Honor are very Soft(tm) for each other.

- She’s not much of a pet person. But she does like to pet random strays and feed them.

- Lucy can’t skate to save her life. Ice skate, roller blade, skateboard, doesn’t matter. She just can’t.

- She’s very into classic hip hop and rap and known to blast Missy Elliiott while practicing martial arts.

Dani and Lucy have gotten into many fights over the aux cord while driving. Dani always wins because she has the unfair advantage of super powers but Lucy has definitely given her a run for her money and almost won on more than one occasion.

She can hip hop dance like a champ.

- Upon graduating highschool she is interested in becoming a detective and ultimately becomes a private investigator like her Aunt Jessica

She begins interning for Jessica straight out of highschool and finds that she has a knack for the job.

6 Songs that she probably has on her phone/fit her well:

Brown Skin Girl by Beyoncé

Coconut Oil by Lizzo

Chun Li by Nicki Minaj

The Jump Off by Lil Kim

Work It by Missy Elliott

Hot Girl Summer by Megan Thee Stallion

#the ocs #my writing #my edit #the ocs aesthetic #the ocs bio #bio #domestic au #lucy rand #lucille rand #the ocs playlist #music

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just-some-random-blogger · 6 years

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The Art Of Deception

TVXQ Shim Changmin (MAX) x Reader (Secret Agenty/Spy AU) Characters: TVXQ Summary: You were both the top spies in your agency on a mission to retrieve some stolen artifacts. But because had Changmin recently came to terms with the fact he was badly crushing on you, things got a little... difficult. Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: violence, cussing, theft, verbal degradation, jealousy, etc.

A/N: LISTEN TO JUST MY TYPE BY THE VAMPS but only if you want to, because it was what inspired this.

GIF IS NOT MINE

M-m-m-m-my...

I smiled and handed the invitation to the guard, who quickly examined the piece of paper and proceeded to let us in. Changmin clenched his jaw tightly when I squeezed the man’s shoulder.

“Was that necessary?“ Changmin mumbled, pressing his lips against my ear.

The smile I had for the man at the entrance dropped when I turned to the man I had my arms linked with.

More than meets the eye, To tell the truth would be a lie, I saw her out on Friday night...

“Yes, I’m trying to play dumb.”

He nearly growled, “You don’t have to when we’re already married.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sure, because only an idiot would marry you.” I spoke adjusting the thin straps of my deep plunging dress. “Besides, I’m a gold digger whose brain mass went to her breasts, stop blowing my cover.”

As we were about to cut into the crowd, it was apparent that a lot of eyes were falling on us, which was probably why Changmin spun in front of me and took either of my shoulders. “Wouldn’t your equally dumb husband at least try to prevent you from flashing?“

“Not when he’s too sleazy to stay faithful.” I bit back, opting to push past him at this point.

Changmin placed his hands on his hips then huffed.

Misunderstood.

I made my way to the living room where a plethora of stolen marble Grecian statues were sprawled all around. It took quite a lot of restraint for me to appear absolutely unfazed by the skill the maestros had on their medium. But I played bimbo as much as I could.

I pulled the front of my skirt up so I could walk better and streaked across the room, only to have my arm be pulled back. I was about to give Changmin a piece of my mind, up until I turned around and saw that it was an entirely different man who looked of Chinese descent. “Are you alone tonight?” he spoke with an apparently thick Chinese accent, and judging by the way he rolled his tongue, he was a native Cantonese speaker.

“For you,” I spoke in his mother tongue, “I am.”

She’s balling for a guy, That cigarette it needs a light, Pluck up the courage and invite her nowhere good...

Changmin held himself back for a second, one second and already a man was all over her. He was ready to scare him off, up until he noticed the guy that went up to her was was on number 3 on their Top 10 Most Wanted List.

One second, and she already attracted a terrorist, rapist, pedophile, smuggler, thief, with a bounty on his head for 4.5 million on the black market. Lucky.

She ran her hands up his arm and rubbed his shoulder, chucking at the feel. Changmin almost scoffed. It was only until she motioned with her hand that he went. She shot Changmin a quick look and rubbed her lower lip with her diamond embellished ring finger, a sign for Changmin to go off and finish their mission while she dealt with the criminal.

I lead the man to the bar and sat him down and called for the bartender to get us both some whiskey on the rocks. We continued our conversation in Cantonese.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” he drawled with a lopsided smirk.

I playfully rolled my eyes, “My husband never lets me out.”

“With good reason,” he muttered, leaning in close, “if you were up, I’d chain you to my bed and throw away the key.”

I gulped and heaved, leaning in as well, “Would you spank me and pull my hair too?”

The bartender arrived placing the two drinks before us, completely being disregarded by the man in front of me. Big mistake.

I went in and kissed him, sloppily enough that he’ll believe I was actually into it, but clean enough to keep up the facade that I want to keep my makeup intact projected.

Cause I need this more than just a one night stand...

Changmin at this point had knocked out two guards, plus another that happened to walk in on the scene and opened the entrance to the artifact room in this place.

Piece after piece of stolen paintings, armor, weapons, clothing, and jewels. And as much as he’d like to steal them back and bring them to the rightful places in society, he didn’t have time and would easily get caught trying to haul a cape and crown from the Victorian era.

And he wasn’t here for carbon, he was here for collagen, mammoth bones.

Apparently their company SM owed a local science research lab a favor and they did get their hands on mammoth samples, but their truck got raided and now they want them back. Luckily for them, there are serial numbers and GPS’s on everything today so it wasn’t really hard to do, especially not for Changmin and his partner.

Changmin found what he needed in a box that was used for a stand of a Persian scimitar sword. After putting the weapon down and getting the two mammoth tusks, he set everything back and hid the bones in his coat. He doesn’t really need to, and it wont really help, but it’s second nature to him.

And so on his way out though he killed the cameras for approximately ten minutes, which ended a few moments after he made his way to the blind spot, he went into the bathroom nonchalantly and there he met his carrier Yunho who was washing his hands.

“Took you long enough,” the other agent spoke, shaking hands and drying it with a tissue. He then got the brown pouch bag he brought with him, and Changmin moved to place the artifacts inside.

Changmin gave a nod and went to wash his hands.

“I don’t understand how you can stand her kissing someone else, much less a wanted criminal,” Yunho blurted out, making the younger agent tense up. With one look from the reflection of the mirror, Yunho understood that Changmin did not know that this was going on, which explained his next choice of words. “They were at the bar, but they may have moved--”

Changmin stormed out, needing not hear more.

Need that honey when she hold my hand...

After kissing the pig, he and I shared a drink. Thinking it would show his prowess, the felon downed the entire thing and gave me a sharp look. I smirked at him and grabbed him by the collar, “Let’s move this somewhere more private.” I hummed near his lips, smelling the distinct aroma of the drug I put in his breath.

It would only take ten minutes at this point.

He heaved like a rabid dog and I quickly got to my feet, getting him up and out of the room, into a deep hallway filled with both imitations and real paintings made in the Rococo era.

As we made it by the end of the hallway, I heard the man growl from behind me and felt that he was about to move in. I quickly sidestepped away and made him crash into the wall. It was then I placed my hands on his hip and started feeling him upwards to see if he had any weapons hidden in his suit.

The man was foolishly unarmed.

He smirked, “Such a dirty girl,” he grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side, exposing my neck to him, making me grunt at the action. “What would your husband think if he learned that I touched his slutty little wife?”

I looked at him for a moment, seeing that his eyes where drooping and his breathing was getting heavier. It was only a matter of time before he passed out. I smirked, “He would--” “fucking beat the shit out of the moron that tried to touch her!” a deep voice growled and echoed in the expanse, and the next thing I knew, I was pushed roughly aside and the man who had his hands on me was slung across the room with much force.

I huffed in frustration and ran my hands through my hair.

“MAX!” I called, using the alias he had for this mission in case the man would remember anything, and charged to the two who had escalated into a fist fight. I pulled my skirt up and went behind Changmin, trying to tell him to stop. Underline, trying.

“Max, he’s drunk! Stop!” I called, grabbing his arm, squeezing it.

He wiped my hand away and grabbed the man he had punched a couple of times by the collar. At this point, he lost all consciousness and dripped between the man’s fingers.

I huffed and whisper-yelled to my partner, “I fucking boozed him, moron.”

Changmin at this point, pushed him against the wall, sitting him up before turning to me.

I slapped him, hard. “You imbecile! Why don’t you ever listen to me?! I could’ve-” but the suddenness of his lips on my mouth, shut me up before I could continue. His arms were tightly around me, his chest was firmly pressed against mine, and before I could push him off, he broke away, looking at me with a swollen lip I didn’t realize he had and turned over his shoulder.

“YA! CAN’T A MAN HAVE A FEW MINUTES ALONE WITH HIS WIFE?!” he screamed out what seemed to be all his three young men who appeared to have some drugs with them. With red faces, they scrambled away.

Times like this, they call for true romance...

Changmin pulled way from her and snorted loudly, pulling out his phone.

“Yunho, we caught him. Did you leave yet? Good. We’re coming to you right now.”

After ending the call, he turned to her with knit brows, “Why do you keep doing this to me?”

“Doing what?“

“Drive me insane!” Changmin shouted. “I’m in love with you! You know that... and yet you still--” “I still what?” I yelled back, “I still do what I have to do to get people like him into custody. Then yes! I drive you insane by doing my job.”

“It’s not that you do your job!” he spat, grabbing either of my shoulders. “It’s that you pretend not to see my feelings when you know it’s right there in front of your face!”

But she’s not ready for that.

My breath hitched at his bluntness. I knew that I was doing this. He knew that I knew I was doing this. But hearing him say it like this upfront... made my chest clench.

I was struck speechless for a moment, but when I finally found something to say, Changmin turned away and nodded his head in disapproval, “You know what, forget it. Let’s just get this guy out of here.”

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Covert Operations - Chapter 17

DISCLAIMER: This is a modern AU crossover story with Outlander and La Femme Nikita. LFN and its characters do not belong to me nor do those from Outlander.

*Manip- @sassylover-stuff

SYNOPSIS: Returning back towards Yung Shue Wan, Jamie and Claire take the opportunity to have some dinner whilst enjoying each other’s company away from the prying eyes of Section One.

CHAPTER 17

Cruising down the main street Jamie finally saw a parking area where several other motorbikes were parked near Wai Kee Seafood Restaurant one of the premier eating places close to the pier. Lamma Island was a working fishing island and there was no shortage of seafood restaurants on the island. Although not completely full, the eatery was fairly busy with patrons who were enjoying the romantic ambience of the surrounds. The Cantonese population’s love of fresh seafood was well known and judging by the patronage of this particular restaurant, it was easy to see that the clientele was extremely satisfied with the cuisine and service provided.

Jamie pulled up to the parking bay overlooking the water. Cutting the Harley’s engine he climbed off the bike leaving Claire still sitting there. He took off his leather gloves and helmet and placing his gloves inside the cavity he put it on the consol of the motorbike and turned to look at her. Claire did likewise and handed her helmet and gloves to him and Jamie tucked them under his arm. Holding out his hand to help her from the back of the Harley he gave her a smile but when their fingers touched she felt a wave of heat surge through her body. The touch of his warm palm to her hand was electric and his gentlemanly gesture made her heart skip a beat.

“Come ... my Sassenach. I’m starving and our restaurant waits,” Jamie announced raising them to his lips for a brief kiss.

She closed her eyes and her heart skipped a beat at the touch of his soft lips. When their fingers entwined, Claire swore that Jamie tightened his grip on purpose. She knew that was precisely what he’d done when the soft pad of his thumb erotically caressed her Mount of Venus. Her nerve endings were zinging and when he placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles her knees felt as if they would buckle. Not only was her breathing laboured but a raspy sigh also left her mouth when she felt his tongue gently slide across her palm. Her nerves were already on edge from the close proximity of their bodies on the bike but James Fraser wasn’t making things easy for her.

Although the night air was somewhat balmy Claire was feeling anything but cold. She wondered if Jamie was able to see the tell tale flush that crossed her cheeks and she was thankful that the sea breeze was keeping the warmth at bay. The whole time she had cradled his body between her thighs on the way here she was fighting a losing battle with her feelings. Internally it felt as if her organs had melted and no cooling sea breeze could soothe the pounding of her heart or cure her wayward thoughts about her mentor James Fraser. The ride had been testing and she was relieved that they had finally stopped for food. Claire shivered with a hunger that she couldn’t deny. She was ravenous not only for bodily sustenance but emotionally she needed a different kind of food, and if her dreams were any indication, this man was the only one who could provide what she desperately needed.

Capturing his intense gaze, she locked her eyes with his penetrating gaze. “I’m hungry too Jamie.”

A raised eyebrow greeted her reply and a mischievous grin bowed his mouth. He knew Claire was not speaking just of food for he had noticed her reaction to his intimate touch. This woman was his material but she was more than that to him. She was the only one who could find his humanity in a world where his emotions were always held in check. Section One abhorred relationships between operatives and in fact they were forbidden under threat of abeyance. It was only on missions when they were required to play a role could they act on their feelings for each other. Claire Beauchamp was trouble and she didn’t realise how much trouble they would be in if Section found out about any liaisons between the two of them. Jamie knew that he affected her and relished that fact and teased her mercilessly with his protracted actions. He loved seeing her flounder with her emotions for him when he rocked her very world off its axis.

Lustful thoughts often careened through his mind of what they would do when they were both naked. Tonight had been no different. Feeling Claire’s warm body behind him on the motorbike caused his body to react something fierce until he was coiled tighter that a spring because of her nearness. If they managed to make it through dinner without any slipups then he would be surprised but he looked forward to what the night may behold once he had managed to find some accommodation for the evening. Tonight may be the night to break through those barriers between them because of this unexpected downtime away from Section One. He knew very well that if and when that happened, Claire Beauchamp would be putty in his hands and he certainly would be in hers.

“Come!” he said again, “Let’s go inside Claire.”

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It was easy for Jamie and Claire to forget they were Section One operatives who had killed twelve of Tony Wong’s men today without the blink of an eye. Tonight they were just a young couple like any other normal couple out to dinner sharing a meal. They sat on the rooftop terrace and enjoyed a very good ginger rice and shrimp dish while they conversed and enjoyed each other’s company away from the prying eyes of Section One and their superiors Operations and Madeline. The view from the rooftop terrace was lovely and they admired the glimmering lights from the moored watercraft in the bay that more than likely housed families as well as being their means of employment. The lights glimmered in the blackened night and the reflection on the surface of the water bounced back and shimmered like twinkling stars on a Christmas tree. Claire’s thoughts though returned back to Charlie Yin and his family and the explosion on the fishing docks that had taken away another family’s livelihood at the hands of the person that had slipped through their fingers ... Tony Wong. Sadly casting her eyes around the boats in the bay, she turned to Jamie.

He could see that her mind was mulling over something for Claire’s brow was a little furrowed. He casually reached out his hand capturing her fingers within his own and started to gently caress them. In the glow of the soft candlelight James Fraser studied her beautiful long tapering fingers and polished nails, soothingly trying to ease whatever it was that was bothering her.

“What is it Sassenach?”

She looked down to where he was caressing her hand then looked up to capture the concern in his eyes. “Oh Jamie ... I can’t stop thinking how that lowlife slipped through our fingers again.”

Absentmindedly he continued to caress her hand while his nails gently raked the fine lines across her palm and trailed across her warm skin. The touch was a soothing balm but electrifying at the same time.

“Dinna fash ...It won’t happen a third time Claire. Ye have my word on it,” he replied as he once again traced along her lifeline, then heart line before caressing her Mount of Venus just like he had done earlier tonight.

James Fraser was a man of his word and it gave her solace and confidence that what he said, would happen. Section One always got their man eventually and for Tony Wong to escape from their clutches would not have sat well with Section One’s top operative. There would be no third time for Tony Wong, Claire was quite confident that the next time he crossed their path would be his last.

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After Jamie had appeased her concerns, the night had progressed without any further trepidation on Claire’s behalf. On the contrary they had eased into conversation like an old married couple. To finish off their meal he’d ordered a coffee and Claire a pot of green tea. As they sipped their respective beverages she suddenly realised that they had nowhere to stay for the night.

“It is getting a bit late Jamie,” she gasped a little worried. “How are we going to find somewhere to stay at this late hour?”

He ignored Claire’s question and merely smiled at her and as they conversed he raised his hand and signalled for the waiter to come over. “The check please.”

“Certainly sir. I will be right back.”

Finishing his coffee Americano, Jamie couldn’t help but observe her as she peered at the tea leaves that had settled on the bottom of her cup. “What are ye doing Claire?”

Raising her eyes momentarily, her pulse quickened when she caught Jamie’s gaze centred on her mouth. Her heart did a little somersault as his gaze became more intense and intimate. “Oh, just wondering what the tea leaves say.”

“And what do they say Sassenach?”

Her life in Section One had no guarantees and life was expendable, even hers and Jamie’s. To have a little ray of hope when there may be none was always grasped at with both hands. “I wish I knew,” she replied sadly.

Sensing her melancholy, Jamie leaned over and took a fortune cookie from the bowl on the table and pushed one over in her direction. “Here. Have a fortune cookie instead Beauchamp. Open it,” he said playfully. “Perhaps the fortune cookie may reveal yer future.”

Claire cast a guarded glance his way. “Who really knows what lies ahead for you or I for that matter? Do we even have a future Jamie?”

“I would like to think that we did ... even though our life in Section is tenuous.”

Casting a shy glance his way she replied. “You haven’t opened your fortune cookie either Fraser. Who knows what lies ahead for you?”

With a burning look at her, James Fraser evocatively uttered, “I know what lies ahead tonight. But the future? ... It is more complicated.”

Claire lowered her eyes from his penetrating gaze for his words about this evening had affected her more than she could admit. Could it be possible that Jamie knew his innuendo was arousing? If the truth be told she didn’t really want to open her fortune cookie for fear that it would break the spell being woven. Instead, she placed the cookie in her pocket.

Raising her glance once more Claire stated. “I’m going to keep it as a little talisman while we’re on this mission.”

“Then … so will I,” he replied. “We’ll open them together … after the mission.”

Waiting for the waiter’s return Jamie then changed the topic of conversation that seemed to be going down a rabbit hole and finally answered her question about where they would stay for the night.

“Accommodation’s already arranged Sassenach.”

“What? ... When? ... Where?” She gasped flabbergasted at Jamie’s reply.

He informed her that he had managed to find somewhere to stay not far from Lo So Shing for the night. Raising an eyebrow at his reply, she thought back to when he may have done that, when it dawned on her that Jamie had managed a quiet word to the Maitre D when they had first arrived.

“Is it far from here?”

“No, it’s about ten minutes.”

“That’s a relief.”

“Yes ... we were able to get accommodation at a bungalow on the beach.”

“Oh! How lovely,” she replied but inwardly Claire Beauchamp was on tenterhooks, “Oh! No!” She thought, as Alfred Chow’s words again suddenly resonated in her mind. It’s secluded ... a beach for lovers...

When the waiter returned with their bill, Jamie cast a casual glance at his watch. “I guess we ought to go Claire. It’s getting late.”

Her heart was racing at his statement.

Jamie merely held in check the amused, wry smile when he looked at her and saw Claire’s mind ticking over the fact that they would be alone tonight on a secluded beach ... a beach for lovers.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~to be continued

Should you wish to access the other chapters of this story … go to my blog and you will find a MASTER LIST of this story under the heading COVERT OPERATIONS.

https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations

I am very grateful for your support of this story and I thank-you for reading, the likes and or posting a comment on the last chapter. It is always very much appreciated. xox

#jamie x claire #outlander fanfic #covertoperations #jamie fraser #claire beauchamp #JamieandClaire #the lallybroch library #jamieandclairecrossover #Jamieandclairefanfic

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Tagged for a get to know.

1. What’s your favourite film? The Prince of Egypt. Or Kill Bill 1&2.

2. Favourite film in the past five years? I really enjoyed The Grand Budapest Hotel.

3. What was your first thought when you woke up this morning? Cheesy but I smiled at the sound of the birds & the rain outside.

4. A book you plan on reading? I plan on reading Michael W. Twitty - The Cooking Gene, as soon as it arrives.

5. What’s a skill learned in your youth that you still have now? I can cook Cantonese food really well because when I was a tiny child my nan had a lodger from HK called Jimmy Chan who was a chef & he used to let me help him in the kitchen at home, he taught me so much.

6. Favourite TV show that’s currently on? I’m rewatching BBC’s Planet Earth.

7. On a scale of one to ten how excited are you about life right now? Actually a 7, it’ll be an 8 in October when I start a course.

8. iPhone or Android? I’m still rocking an iphone 5s, in 2017, because I don’t understand technology…

9. Twitter or Instagram? Both? Instagram. Less drama.

10. Who should EVERYONE be following right now? Chrissy Teigen & John Legend, two of the greats for one. Also Tangela Ekhoff & Jo Rowling are like the world’s wise aunts.

11. What’s your favourite food? When I’m being sensible, peppers & humus. If not, garlic bread or corn chips.

12. Least favourite food? I can not do horseradish or Wasabi.

13. What do you love on your pizza? Spinach, weirdly, also mushrooms.

14. Favourite drink? Water.

15. Favourite dessert? Vanilla shake or shortbread.

16. Dark chocolate or milk chocolate? Dark.

17. Coffee or tea? Tea. 18. What would you be the deity of & what time of year would you have your festival? Communication, & spring.

19. What’s your favourite band? No doubt, Chili Peppers, & blink-182.

20. Favourite solo artist? Britney Spears is my ORIGINAL crush & she’s actually so interesting & such a good person, imagine her autobiography. Wife goals.

21. Favourite song? Gwen Stefani’s Cool means a lot to me.

22. If you could sing a duet with anyone, who would it be? Nicki, obviously.

23. If you could master one instrument, what would it be? Harp or Piano.

24. If you had a tattoo, where would it be? I do have one, but I want another above that one & below my left shoulder.

25. What’s you motto? “To be rather than to seem.”

26. Dogs or cats? Why is the word or in that sentence?

27. Bird-watching or whale-watching? Both, depends where!

28. Best gift you’ve ever received? A blanket my mum crocheted for me or my first proper book, from my nan.

29. Best gift you’ve ever given? You’d have to ask my loved ones… I like taking people to my favourite places & writing them letters.

30. Last gift you gave a friend? A leather embossed notebook.

31. Which fictional universe book series do you think deserves a film franchise? The Old Kingdom Series or Artemis Fowl would be great to watch.

32. What’s your favourite country to visit? Other than places in the UK & France… I love Illinois & Honshu. I really wanna go to Hong Kong & back to Geneva. I have a soft spot for Spain.

33. What’s the last country you visited? Japan.

34. What country do you wish to visit? Other than the ones mentioned, Malaysia, Taiwan & Korea to visit friends but other than that, I have a weird thing for Budapest, so Hungary.

35. What’s your favourite colour? Brown, blue, or orange.

36. Least favourite colour? Any colour works in context.

37.Diamonds or pearls? Diamond is my birthstone but pearls remind me of my nan so I feel personally attacked by this question.

38. Trainers or dress shoes? Skate shoes, Es Kingpins are my staple shoe. 39. Speak every language or be able to watch historic events as if you were there? I’d speak every language. (That was really, really hard.)

40. Jogging or swimming? Swimming, I am a water baby, island child.

41. Best way to de-stress? Do something by yourself, for yourself & take time to appreciate it.

42. If you had one superpower, what would it be? Teleportation, or healing.

43. What’s the weirdest word in the English language? I like words from other languages that aren’t Romance or Germanic, like Futon, Ukulele, Behemoth or Mamba. Their etymology is doubly interesting.

44. What’s your favourite flower? Heather.

45. What’s your alcoholic drink of choice? It was Guinness, then whisky, then rum (dark, then spiced) & now it’s gin, these are the phases of my adult(ish) life.

46. Do you like your handwriting? I wish it was neater.

47. Do you bake? I love baking, I was taught to bake by my nan growing up, so I can do a lot.

48. What is your least favourite thing about yourself? My insecurities.

49. What is your most favourite thing about yourself? I always strive be kind.

50. Pick one US state & one Canadian Province to visit. State: Louisiana. (Illinois/Pennsylvania for the fam) Province: Quebec. (Ontario for the fam)

51. What are you listening to right now? I’ve been in quite a Taylor Swift mood lately with all her albums on shuffle.

52. Favourite smell? Okay weird but my cats. Or the sea.

53. What was the first album you ever bought? I bugged my parents into getting me No Doubt’s Tragic Kingdom when I was an actual baby, by repeatedly singing spiderwebs at them all day long. I still have it . The first album I bought with my own (pocket) money was Avril Lavigne’s Let Go.

54. Which celebrity do you wish you could’ve hung out with growing up? blink-182, Mark & Travis would have been the perfect people to help me lighten up.

55. A sport you wish you could play? I’d love to be able to do Capoeira, or Northern Shao Lin Kung Fu, do those count? If not, just plain ol’ ice hockey.

56. Hair colour? Dark brown.

57. Eye colour? Blue.

58. Scary film or happy endings? I’m a sucker for a happy ending.

59. Favourite season? Spring.

60. Three people alive or dead that you would like to have dinner with? Rosalind Franklin, Amy Winehouse & Queen Victoria.

61. Hugs or kisses? Hugs.

62. Rolling Stones or the Beatles? Beatles. (Hendrix)

63. Where were you born? Born & sold out in the British Isles.

64. What is the farthest you have been from home? Honshu, Japan. I think?

65. Sweet or savoury? Savoury.

66. Sweet or earthy scents? Earthy.

67. Phoenix, dragon, kraken or unicorn? I feel like I should say Dragon, obviously but I’m gonna throw a curveball & say Kraken.

68. No Taylor or Kimye, fill your 5 celebrity squad slots. The squad idea isn’t really my thing but here are some people I can see myself being friends with:

HyunA & Hyoyeon Kim.

Harry & Zayn

Chrissy & John

Holly & Fearne

69. What would be the title of your autobiography? Alexander the Skate.

70. Favourite sound? Babbling streams, purring cats, quiet nights in the city or the countryside, cawing seagulls.

71. Favourite animal? Cormorants or otters.

72. Who is your celebrity crush? Someone I haven’t mentioned yet… Kat Dennings.

73. Last photograph you took? Jazz. From the womb to the tomb.

#asks #thanks #anon #ish #personol #personol ar gyfer ts

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Postpone the future

future things i'm itching to write about:// - INFP and unrequited love: name a more iconic duo - past lovers as colors of my nailpolish - sappy fiction in which i write a happy ending - how many flowers can you stuff in your mouth before you throw up and die of indigestion - new year resolutions: TBD ————————————— First glass://

" HOUSE RULES to keep in mind 1. Do not go into any other rooms except for the restroom and my room 2. Bring enough food to be finished up or you take home whatever is left. 3. Do not open my closet/drawers lol its just my clothes tf? o.O 4. Clean up after yourself.... plS/ run to the damn restroom if u feel like yAK 5. PARTY ENDS 12AM sori pplz mama/papa gots to sleep " As a result of breaking the Golden Rule, the first of rules that had been posted in advance in our private Facebook event, we have been declaratively kicked out. R sneaks in a vomit-session before embarking on our expedition to the nearest boba place that would tolerate the ruckus from 4 hobbling pairs,2 observers, other stragglers lost on the way. It's supposedly a 40 minute walk to TenRen but time doesn't exist when you're trying to stop waddling kids from veering into oncoming traffic.The ranking of most drunk to least goes like this:

S E KC Q R MR DY A M JR, V R, JS, KG

Unfortunately, those burdened with not being shit-faced have been assigned the lovely task of cleaning up spilled drinks (a fizzy coca-cola liter erupts two times, same girl, same stumble, twice the sticky), being a branch for others to hang onto, and emotionally supporting the less-fortunate drunks.

Breaking down the Hot Mess:

S and E pour up as if the red cups in their hands are the equivalent of shot-glasses—this measurement is obviously incredibly off and perhaps the reason why one of them surpasses their breaking point (the other will throw up the remaining Malibu/ Smirnoff in a public trashcan in Atlantic Times Square) But for now, they're hyper, happy, laughing drunks, prancing along the host's bedroom and clinging along people in their path and tearing themselves off like pinballs.

S: Everything seems to be funny. Affectionate & eerily giggly. The next moment she's crying into the host's bed, facedown, emitting ugly sobs through convulses of her body. J is at her side telling her she can't cry into the host's bed and that she'll find someone else who will make her happy, but she has to get up first. She replies with," FUCK HIM!! I NEED HIM! HE MADE ME HAPPY!" This must've been inevitable. Don't drink in the same room with your ex. Another moment, she's pounding on the bathroom door because she has to pee. We broke the first rule. The host's mom comes out of her room later to see what the commotion is all about. She enters the room. Girl on bed, facedown, crying. Guy talking her down. R, taking a lazy nap on the side. Me, standing up with tissues stained coke-brown, red-faced, with my dumb nosering on looking into the eyes of someone that has known me since I was 10. She's on the phone and looks around the room. Concern or anger? I can't tell. I say in Cantonese that everything is fine. She is fine. I don't know how to say "she's not drunk! ! she's heartbroken" but the smell of the room betrays any statement. Kick-out ensues.

E: This happened last time and she always proclaims the day after: "I wasn't that drunk!" The girl has lost all principles of momentum and flops on people's shoulders, anchoring her arm around necks. She drinks the same amount as S + the leftover bottle of Malibu. Her layer of introversion is gone as she lunges around the room with cup in hand. On our way to boba in the dark, she strides in zig zags with confident, imprecise steps. R runs after her.

KC: Her original state is a high-pitched buzz of energy and it seems like alcohol multiplies that tenfold. She whacks S's left eye with her hand on accident. E whacks S's right eye with her foot on accident. She calls E fat and then apologizes. Later, she cries because she is sad. She loves everyone. She loves you. She loves her friends. She loves everyone, especially you. S, E, and KC are trio drunks. KC and I started out next to eachother drinking Calpico. I can't pinpoint when the trajectory split.

Q: She is a flirty, artificial drunk and at this point I'm over it. I saw the same thing unfold in Berkeley except with her boyfriend added into the equation. Not fun. Everyone else ignores her. She lays on the bed texting him.

R: R is a sleepy-drunk and he's knocked out first. I'm not sure how he was able to sleep through the loud singing of the national anthem and random indian music someone put on. I tell wide-eyed observers that this is signs of an alcoholic in the making. He pets S's hair as she cries into neatly folded blankets. On our way to boba I've been tasked with handling his inhibition. I am his crutch for the first half. The second half he is pushing me in an abandoned shopping cart and topples it over a bump in the sidewalk. My backpack, thankfully, protects my head from cracking open like an egg. Later on he grips my balled up hand and tries to unfold my fingers forcefully as if he could peel them out of the curled fist position. His hands feel like demands instead of sheepish drunk maneuvers. They don't feel sweaty but they're not warm either. We can't do this. I am shaking my head and curling my mid-sentences up as if I were scolding some dog. I don't let anyone hold my hand! Not even my mom! I say matter-of-factly. After wrestling it for a few moments he gives up.

New Years pt.1 / 11-12:// —————— J KM A S Q D KC R MR KG

New Years I had decided that I was sick of cleaning up after sick people and decided that it was up to me to be the agent of my own shitface-ness. I arrive an hour before countdown. Early enough to not be missing out on the fun but late enough to have enough of it. I hadn't gone to this point before of not being able to coordinate the joints in my legs and how they are supposed to move together. I feel like a mannequin moving the different wooden blocks of my body. My cruise through the living room is stop-motion movement at 6 frames per second. I ask KG if that means I have meningitis and if that means I will die because I heard from my sister some girl when she was in highschool shared drinks, caught some virus and forgot how to walk afterwards. I took the shots and I also took shots, so do these shots cancel out?? My heart is beating so fast? Will I die? These are fleeting worries as I engage in a heavily regulated sequence of sitting on the floor, mulling on my phone, and sashaying across MR's house to the beat of the music with a cup of water and Soju in my hands for optimal simultaneous intake. I love MR's floor. I could have a ball in here. Loopy thoughts in my head spill out of my drink. I love that drunk words and actions never mean anything. I'm seated next to D in the kitchen under dim lights when I blurt out that I hate f***ots. I'm laughing and laughing and Laughing and Sipping on my Cup. D laughs along in shock and tells me to stop. I lazily say I must be projecting.

Some in-betweeners: (11) I stop KP and KC from having their New Years Kiss because we are NOT changing teams right now while drunk and/or heartbroken and I slice their SIN with my hands. Checkmate, athiests.

(11 1/2)

(12) J envelopes me in a big bear hug he has a knack for doing and I don't understand why he is hugging me when he does not even know me. I'm being consoled as I empty my lungs in gasping heaves. I've been made physically immobile at this point and I don't feel like squeaming out from this embrace like I would usually do. It's more of a crumple. D hovers over us. Sons! Sneezed out of her nose! We do a family hug. It's a comforting one. I shake hands with J in a marriage pact that if in 40 years we still haven't found The One we would just call it a day and get married. D wants to join in, but I tell him I'm not down for threesomes. Letalone incestuous ones. I don't think it will happen but in case it does, it wouldn't hurt to fall back on history.

He tells me a few more things:

The money he spent, the Blitzcrank plush that he ordered that never came in the mail and was too shy to ask for a replacement.

The middle school cringey rejection song sent to him played on repeat as he ran laps to get swol to win the hearts of others and move on https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W9A52UWmmrE ; The cliche line about learning to love yourself before you love someone else and his backburner recognition that the song I sent that apparently "changed his life" like a cop-out of some manic pixie dream girl concept, might not have been for him. Bingo.

The $5 bill he snuck under one of my frontyard rocks because he thought I was broke. He asks if I ever got it. No I did not, but thanks.

My tumblr he tried to find and couldn't; the one Samantha told him I had but wouldn't give him unless they went out together.

(1) Later that night I'm limping J back to his house as he spits out foams of champagne out of his mouth. M kicks him out of his house because he's done with his shit that he dumps on others—shit that he brought about himself. (2) (3) (4) —————————————————————————————————-

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