#I’m not sure if it was the sugar or the 45 minutes of walking in sunshine but Something hit right

[transingthejianghu]

Me, after drinking a large bubble tea from the shop down the street: The world is a pretty cool place, actually.

[mayajadewrites]

Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Six: Buy It

Your back is turned towards the door as you refill the k-cups in the break room. While your hands are busy stocking coffee, your mind is somewhere else entirely. 

It’s been a couple of days since you and Levi came to an agreement about your ‘arrangement’ and nothing has really changed. Levi is still piling work on your desk to keep you busy, making sure you have little to no time to do anything else.

At home it’s the same. Few words are exchanged, but you notice that Levi is a little softer. He hasn’t touched you nor tried to, so maybe he’s rethought about the arrangement.

You feel a pair of hands slide onto your waist softly as you close the drawer. The familiar scent of eucalyptus and musk fills your nostrils. 

“Excuse me.” Levi says lowly into your ear as he slides past you. You spin around and notice that there’s no one else around in the office, just you and him. 

“Levi.” You warn him.

“It’s 7:45. No one else is here yet. Besides, you were in my way.” 

“You had this entire room but where I was standing was in your way?”

“Precisely.” Levi starts to steep his tea. “I need you to learn how to make my tea.”

“Why? You seem to make it fine for yourself.”

The corner of his mouth form a slight smirk as he peers at you through his half lidded eyes. He takes a few steps toward you before speaking.

“Because I want to watch you make it.” His breath blankets your skin as you watch his lips move. You turn yourself back around, refusing to give him the reaction he wants. 

You keep your attention on your hands, trying not to think about Levi behind you. Then, you hear a ‘beep’ signaling that someone is entering the office. 

You let out a breath that you’ve been holding in since Levi touched you. 

“Good morning!” Erwin smiled, holding up his cup of coffee. “Thank goodness you’re restocking those now, I already need a second cup.” The tall man breezed to his office.

You smile at Erwin as you finish up your task, noticing that Levi’s left the room without a sound. 

The rest of the office trickled in, the sound of fingertips on keyboards surrounding you. 

You hear a ‘ping’ from your laptop. It’s a message from Levi.

Levi Ackerman: Come in my office please. Shut the door behind you.

You do as you’re told and make your way to Levi’s office. He’s at his desk seemingly focused on whatever he has on his screen.

“You wanted to see me?” You softly shut the door behind you, hoping no one watched the way you walked in his office. You had just a slight pep in your step.

“Yeah.” He looked up from his laptop screen. “How do you feel about Cabo?”

“As in… Cabo, Mexico?”

“Unless there’s another Cabo I’m not aware of.” 

“I don’t have any feelings on it.” You raise your eyebrow. “I’ve never been out of the country.” 

Levi’s eyes opened a bit, like he just absorbed more information about you that he’s going to tuck away and use for later. 

“One of our clients owns a hotel down there. He’s asked if I wanted to go. Would you come with me?” 

You stare at Levi for a moment, waiting for the ‘just kidding, why the hell would I bring you’ punchline. 

That didn’t happen.

“You would be compensated, obviously. Along with your expenses being paid.” 

“I’m not sure Levi. I-“

“What are you not sure about?” He cuts you off. “I haven’t been on a vacation in 5 years. The last one was with Erwin and Hange and that’s hardly considered a vacation. What are you worried about?” 

“What if people suspect-“

“You think that I didn’t think of that already?” His eyes rolled so far you thought they would get stuck behind his head. “I’m telling everyone it’s for a conference. Erwin knows what’s actually happening, though.”

“Levi! What? He knows about the arrangement?”

He looked at you like you were stupid. “Of course he does.” 

“And why does he know?”

“Because I told him.” Levi crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair. “Now what?” 

You bite down on your bottom lip, hoping Levi doesn’t notice. His legs are slightly spread, his thighs pressing against the leather of his chair. 

“When are we going?” You finally speak. You can’t help but be excited to be traveling - it’s always been a dream of yours.

But then you think of Alexis. Will she be okay if you’re thousands of miles away? 

“Next week. So reschedule all the meetings that fall on that week and make sure you stick to the story.” Levi looks at you. “We’re going for a conference.”

“Conference, right.” You nod. “Is that all you needed?” 

Levi only nods and waves you to leave. As you turn around, you can’t help but hope that he’s staring at your ass as you walk back to your desk.

“Did you get yelled at or something?! You were in there awhile.” One of the associates, Connie said as he leaned on your desk. His best friend Jean wasn’t too far behind him.

“Oh no, he was just telling me about a work conference next week.” You start typing on your laptop.

“Good, I don’t want him to run you off.” Connie laughed, slapping the back of his hand on Jean’s chest. “It’s nice having a beautiful woman in the office.” 

“Connie, leave her be.” Jean looked around, hoping no one hears.

“What? I’m sure she doesn’t mind compliments!”

“Springer. Kirstein.” You hear Levi’s voice in a lower octave than usual. “Do you have anything better to do than bother my assistant? She has plenty of work to do.”

Jean almost sprinted back to his desk, while Connie decided to participate in the conversation. “I do sir, but everyone needs a break sometimes.” Connie pressed his hand to your desk. “I hope you didn’t take what I said the wrong way.” He whispers.

“I didn’t.” You smile at him, stealing a glance at Levi who is now, very obviously, glaring at Connie.

“Get back to work.” Levi’s voice got louder. “That’s an order.”

Throughout the day, you browse some online shops for clothes suitable for Cabo. You click on a bikini - high thigh, stringly, and jet black. It leaves very little to the imagine but hey, it’s Cabo. 

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket as you continue to browse.

ZELLE: $1,000 FROM LEVI ACKERMAN

Your eyes got wide as you stare at the notification. $1,000? For what? It must be a mistake.

Levi: Buy that black bathing suit and whatever else you want.

Oh shit. He can see your screen. Your cheeks turn red as you close the browser. Next time, use your phone instead of your work laptop to shop.

____________________________

It’s finally the end of the work day. You and Levi are usually always the last to leave, mostly because you don’t want people to see you leaving together. 

“I’m sorry about earlier.” You push your tote bag over your shoulder. “I shouldn’t have been shopping on the company laptop.”

“I enjoyed it.” Levi half smiled. “I’m fully expecting you to wear that black number, though.”

Your cheeks burn as you clear your throat. “Did you want me to order takeout tonight?” 

“No, I was thinking we could cook.” Levi grabbed his keys from valet. “Is that okay with you?” 

You nod as he opens the car door for you, per usual. 

___________________________

Levi is already in the kitchen after you unpack your work bag. He’s setting up the kitchen with the ingredients for tonights dinner. 

“What’s on the menu tonight, chef?” You giggle as you lean forward on the kitchen island.

“Lasagna.”

“You have a thing for pasta huh?” You look around at the ingredients. “Looks like you got everything ready.”

“Are you gonna watch me cook or are you gonna help?” Levi turned to you, revealing his apron. It’s simple, a navy blue color, but you still can’t help but smile at the sight of him wearing an apron.

He looks so… cute. He looks like an exhausted dad who wants to make his kids favorite meal. The dark circles under his eyes haven’t gone away - maybe he doesn’t sleep that often. 

“Help me with the cheese, won’t you?” Levi handed you the bowl of ricotta cheese. 

As you help spread the cheese on the lasagna noodles and begin stacking them, you feel Levi’s eyes on you. And he’s not being subtle about it.

“Do I have something on my face?” You turn to him. 

“Actually you do.” Levi took his index finger and pushed it onto your cheek. He turned his finger around to show you the bit of ricotta cheese that got stuck to your face. As you look at it, he brings his finger to his mouth, sucking the food off gently.

You watched as his lips wrapped around his long finger, a ‘pop’ sound leaving his lips as he takes his finger out of his mouth. 

Fuck. 

“Thank you.” You turn back to what you were doing. You didn’t want to give in just yet. He didn’t do enough. “Wash your hands, nasty.” You joked. 

If anyone ever tells you that no man is sexy wearing an apron and baking lasagna, they’re dead wrong.

[financeprincess]

It is so inspiring hearing about your weight loss :) i was wondering if you had any particular weight loss tips you’d like to share? I went through a period of weight loss myself, but have lately gained back a lot of what I’ve lost and I’d like to know if there’s anything that helped you get back on the wagon. Love your blog btw!

Don’t be too hard on yourself, its rough out here especially in the US. it’s easy to accidentally slip up and gain 15 pounds just by eating a lil extra every day.

Some things that helped me:

Intermittent fasting, only a 13 hour window though. The 16:8 was too much for me and with women it can screw with your hormones if you’re not careful.

Drinking lots of water. Like a ton. I put those hydration multiplier electrolyte packets in my water as well.

Get good quality sleep. I got some Brooklinen sheets and they are 100% worth it. Definitely improved my sleep quality. I also have a really nice down duvet and an Egyptian cotton cover for it. I also have a silk eye mask and a silk pillowcase from Slip that I love. Sleep is extremely important.

Get 10k steps a day or at least just walk as much as you can. I’m sedentary a lot for school/work/etc. so I absolutely have to get out and walk and get moving. Even if you just aim for a mile or two a day it’ll greatly help.

If you don’t want to lift weights that’s okay. It’s not for everyone. I used to be super into powerlifting and got pretty muscular but it doesn’t excite me like it used to. I do a mix now of walking, jogging, pilates, rollerblading, cycling, kickboxing, swimming, yoga, ice skating, and weightlifting. That way I’m never bored and the variety allows me to choose what I want to do.

Consistency is key. Doing 4 workouts a week at a light/medium intensity is better than doing 1-2 a week of super high intensity and burning yourself out. Every little bit helps.

I do a full body stretch every day. This is super important. Our bodies get so stiff during the day. If you don’t stretch this can lead to injuries when you try to do other things.

I love the sauna (and hot yoga too). If you can find and afford a gym that has a sauna, I would highly recommend. Sometimes I will just go and walk on the treadmill for 30-45 minutes and watch YouTube videos and then sit in the sauna. It’s the best.

Make sure you’re not deficient in anything. Take a complete multivitamin and get blood work done. I was severely deficient in vitamin D and it was making me depressed. Once I took a supplement, got more sun and got my levels up it really helped my overall health.

Cut out grains, sugar, junk food, fried foods, etc. and just eat real foods. Anything with a long ingredient list usually isn’t a good idea. It’ll take a minute to get used to it but once you start eating almost exclusively vegetables, fruits, proteins, and healthy fats you won’t miss it. I have such a big sweet tooth sometimes I’ll have to eat like five servings of berries with a few tablespoons of honey just to satisfy it, but that’s better than ice cream or candy any day.

Don’t deprive or starve yourself. I eat as healthy as I can manage 80-90% of the time. But every once and a while I will eat a huge plate of pasta, gelato, tiramisu, croissants, those types of foods that I love. It’s not helpful to punish yourself and you gotta live a little.

I got a smart scale in my bathroom, the one I got is from FitIndex. It has an app that connects to your phone and it syncs to other health apps. it shows you body fat, muscle mass, water weight, everything. Honestly super triggering at first because I felt called out lol but now I step on it once a week just to make sure I’m on the right track.

You do not need a gym membership to workout. YouTube is the best. I love Yoga with Adrienne, MadFit, Move with Nicole, Charlie Follows, Vicky Justiz, and there’s a bunch of others. Find what you like and try to stick with it as much as you can.

Rest is super important. Don’t run yourself ragged. If you’re sore don’t force yourself to workout.

MyFitnessPal is super helpful. If you have a history of disordered eating this might not be for you but it’s good to be conscious of what you’re eating. Figure out what you need to lose fat/maintain/gain muscle and then track to see where you’re at and adjust accordingly.

Eat more protein. Protein, healthy fats, and fiber keep you full. You will be starving if you eat only salads. Fruit smoothies with protein, protein oats, salmon, yogurt, eggs, etc.

Get cute workout gear. It makes it more fun for me to workout with my pink towels, my pink hydroflask, my lululemon yoga mat, I have a baby blue jumprope and pink dumbbells and pastel colored resistance bands for at home workouts. A lot of my workout clothes are from lululemon, alo yoga, free people, and aerie. I have some of those blender bottles in cute colors for preworkout, protein powder, super greens powder, electrolyte mixes, etc. Some of this stuff is pricy but I’d rather be investing in my health than paying medical bills down the road so it’s 100% worth it to me.

The only way to see permanent change is to make it a lifestyle. Unfortunately you can’t just go back to eating unhealthy foods once you hit a certain goal. Those models who say they live exclusively off of pizza and pasta and cheeseburgers are lying through their teeth. It’s perfectly healthy to have days off where you indulge or don’t exercise but most of the time you’ll have to find ways to eat healthy and exercise and prioritize your health.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Lightning Bug - Chapter 8

Masterlist

Warning: R remembers past trauma with HYDRA 

Word Count: 3.1K

Someone was watching you. You knew that the streets of New York were busy so the odds of someone looking at you busy so the odds of someone were high but you felt the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. You looked across the street and saw them. It was a group of kids from the ice cream shop. You knew them from a community center you used to visit. Michael was the leader of the group. Jack was his second in command and Lindsay and Ray just did what they were told. They made your life a living hell. You looked away from them and walked into Annie’s cafe. “Well, isn’t this a surprise?” She said. There were a few customers but there wasn’t a line at the counter. You walked up to her. “Do I need to fight those superheroes? I’ll do it for you.” You smiled. You knew she would. 

“Everything is fine,” you told her. “I just thought I’d come to say hi since I barely spoke to you.” You sighed. “So can I help with anything?” She smiled. 

“I’m not gonna say no to help. Get back here.” You nodded, walking behind the counter. You said hello to Paul and put on the apron to help with the dishes. When Annie wasn’t dealing with customers, she asked you about living with the Avengers. You told her everything from everyone you met, the things you’ve done, and how you’ve decorated your room. “It seems like you are enjoying it there.” 

“I do,” you confessed. “They are nice and care about me for some reason.” You didn’t understand it. They barely knew you but they accepted you into their family. 

“Maybe because they care about you.” Or maybe it was a pity. No. You had to stop thinking like that. The phone rang and Annie went to answer it. You focused on your task at hand instead of your spiraling mind. “It looks like you have perfect timing,” Annie said, coming back to you. You dried your gloves and took off your apron. “Tony just called in an order and I told him you’ll bring it.” You rolled your eyes. 

“I have to carry all that food back to the tower.” She huffed and put her hands on her hips. 

“No,” she said. “He said he’ll bring you a car.” Fancy. You nodded, putting the dishes away you just cleaned. 

“How long till the food is ready?” You asked. 

“45 minutes.” You heard Paull call out. 

“Can I go visit Lucia and I’ll be back before the food is ready?” 

“Of course, sugar. Go have fun with your books.” You nodded. 

“See you soon then.” You said, taking off toward Lucia’s bookstore. 

*

You loved the smell of Voltea la Pagina. It smelt like home to you, with safety, and peace. The chime of the bell announced your presence. “Mija!” Lucia said, coming out from a shelf. You smiled. “How are you?”

“I’m good, how are you?” Lucia went to sit behind her desk. She looked around to see if anyone was near then she looked back at you. 

“How is living with the Avengers?” You looked at her shocked. Officially, you knew Annie was the only one that knew you were living with the heroes. But with the incident at the bodega and the fact Michael’s crew had seen you with Natasha, rumors were probably flying. “People talk and I listen.”

“What are they saying?” You asked. 

“That you’ve been spotted with the Black Widow. I made an educated guess because you said someone offered you a place to live.” You weren’t sure if you were relieved that only Lucia figured out you were living there or worried that you were becoming the talk of the town. “Tell me all about it. Have you met the Falcon? Is he as dreamy as he looks on the news?” She asked. You laughed at her questions. You answered them but felt a nagging feeling in the back of your head. Something didn’t feel right. 

*

40 minutes later you reentered the Java House. It was busier than the last time you were here. So you sat down at an empty table and waited for Annie to have a free moment. When you became homeless, your life didn’t change. You were still the social outcast, the freak kid no one wanted to play with, and an easy target for bullies; kids, and adults. Michael’s crew found you as easy prey. They stole food you found, went through your backpack, and pushed you around because they knew you wouldn’t fight back. You kept your head down and endured it afraid to fight back. 

The brown bags that were set on the table startled you out of your thoughts. “It looks like your ride is here,” Annie said, whipping the sweat off of her forehead. You looked at the door and saw a middle-aged man standing there. He was wearing a suit and tie. He looked at you and walked over. 

“You must be Y/n,” the man said. “My name is Happy, head of security of STARK Industries.” Your eyebrows pinched together in confusion. Because this man did not look like a security guard. He looked like a giant teddy bear. But his name was Happy?

“Your name is Happy?” You questioned. The man sighed. 

“It’s a nickname. My name is Harold.” 

“Do you like being called Happy?” He shrugged with a frown. 

“I’ve been called worse,” Fair. It wasn’t the worst nickname you’ve heard. “Let’s head back to the tower.” You said your goodbyes to Annie and promised to visit more often. Happy helped you get the bags in the car. “You can sit in the front or back, whatever makes you comfortable.” You nodded. You wanted to sit in the back but you didn’t want to appear as rude so you sat in the passenger seat. You closed the door as Happy got it. As the car turned on, the radio began to play music. “You can change the channel if you want.” 

“I don’t mind,” you said. “I don’t know much about music.” The only music that was allowed at home was gospel music and you didn’t enjoy it. Music was played around you but you didn’t know what was considered good or bad music. Happy nodded. 

“This is Hotel California by the Eagles.” He turned up the song. He let the music fill the silence. You liked the song; it was much better than the music your parents listened to. “You are probably the less annoying passenger Tony has asked me to drive.” You laughed at his blunt comment. You covered your mouth because of your outburst. 

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not.” You admitted. A small smile tugged at Happy’s lips. 

“A compliment.” 

*

You declined Happy’s help to carry the bags upstairs. The first stop was Tony’s lap. You entered the lap and ducked as a piece of metal impaled the wall behind you. “Oh shit. Sorry kid.” Tony said. You looked away from the metal and back at the billionaire. He was standing over his workbench with a man you hadn’t met but read about. Dr. Bruce Banner. The doctor had 7 PhDs. 

“I brought you your order from Annie’s,” you walked over to them. “Unless you want to take my head off again.” You placed the paper bag on the table. Tony laughed. 

“Thanks, kid.” He opened the bag and pulled out two food containers. “Bruce met Y/n, Y/n met Bruce.” The doctor gave you a shy wave. 

“Hi,” you whispered. “I’m gonna go deliver the rest of the food. Don’t kill anyone.” The next stop was Pepper. She was in her office on the phone so you set her food on her desk and waved goodbye. Sam and Rhodey were in a meeting room and thanked you with a smile. You noticed Annie put some extra food and you put the extras in the fridge on your floor. While eating a blueberry muffin, you walked to the library. To your surprise, Vision was sitting next to the window playing chess. 

“Hi,” you said, making your presence known. He looked up from his game. “Can I join you?”

“Of course,” he pointed to the empty seat on the other side of the table. “Or I can take my game somewhere else.” You shook your head, sitting down in front of him. 

“Don’t you need two people to play chess,” you questioned, looking down at the board. He had it set up as if he was playing against someone else. 

“Not necessary,” he started. “Playing chess solo is a great way to improve cognitive skills while increasing creative availability.” You moved your finger against the smallest piece. 

“Can you teach me how to play?” You asked him. He seemed surprised. 

“If you’d like to learn, I'd be more than happy to teach you.” Vision reset the board and began to explain each piece. Each player had 8 pawns, two rooks, two bishops, two knights, one queen, and one king. The goal of the game was to defend the king and take his opponents. The pawns could move forward once, except for their first move where they could move forward two squares. The knights could move in the shape of an ‘L’ and the bishops could move as far as they wanted but only diagonally. Like the bishops, the rooks could move as fast as they wanted but only forward, backward, and to the sides. Even though the king was the most important piece, it was the weakest. The king could only move one square in any direction. Finally, the queen was the most powerful piece. She could move in any direction as far as possible as long as she did not move through any of her pieces. 

Vision took it slow and he was patient as you asked questions when you didn’t understand a move he made. It was a hard game to understand but it was a challenge you enjoyed. You liked hanging out with Vision, it surprised you how easy it was to be around him. There was an unspoken understanding between you and him, you were both trying to figure out your place in the world.  

“Knock, knock,” you looked at the door to see Wanda leaning against the doorway with a smile. 

“Checkmate,” Vision said. You glared at him. 

“That doesn’t count,” you said. “Wanda distracted me.” The witch laughed and walked over to you. 

“I’ve come to steal Vision for a training session. Is that okay?” You nodded. 

“Yeah, I need a break. My head hurts,” you rubbed your forehead. “We should do this again.” Vision smiled.  

“I would like that very much.”

*

Wanda walked silently next to the android as they headed to the training room. She had the unique ability to always know when he was deep in thought. They believed it had to come from the infinity stone that gave her her powers and brought him to life. Today was no different. “Are you okay, Vis?” She asked. The android didn’t answer as he was lost in his thoughts. 

“Is it safe for me to spend time with her alone?” He asked. Wanda stopped him with a gentle touch of her hand. 

“What are you talking about?” She questioned. “You and I both know you wouldn’t hurt anyone.” But the android didn’t seem convinced. There was an incident in training involving him and Rhodey. Everyone forgave him but Vision was having a hard time forgiving himself. 

“She’s special,” Vision finally said. “The stone is curious about her,” he motioned to his forward. “Which makes me curious as well.” He sighed. “It’s confusing and I can’t make heads or tails of it. But I know she’s been hurt and I don’t want to cause her more pain.” Wanda smiled at him. It was incredible to watch him learn more about human emotions. 

“You won’t hurt her, Vis,” she said. “She needs friends to help her.” Vision frowned. 

“Am I her friend?” He asked. 

“Yeah, you are. Don’t overthink it, okay? Not everything is like a game of chess.” 

*  

You kept the game out and stood up to grab a new book to read. “FRIDAY, where are Kate and Yelena?” You asked the AI. 

“Miss. Bishop and Miss. Belova is on the common floor,” you thanked the AI and headed to the lounge area. They were sitting on the couch, facing each other with a deck of cards. 

“Hey bud,�� Kate said, looking up from the cards in her hands. “Do you want to play the next round? Yelena is making me play,” The Russian huffed, drawing a card from the pile. 

“Kate Bishop, stop being so dramatic,” you smiled as you sat down. “I thought it would be a good idea for you to play a physical game instead of staring at your IPad.” Kate rolled her eyes. 

“I’m okay. I’ll watch you play while I read,” you told them while you opened your book. As you read, your attention was pulled to the couple next to you. Sometimes it would be Kate’s laugh or Yelena telling Kate that she suspected the archer was cheating. You didn’t mind though. You liked to compare their relationship to Natasha and Wanda’s. Kate and Yelena were more hesitant and reserved to showcase their affection. But they had a more innocent love. With Natasha and Wanda, you knew the couple had been together longer and it showed. They were more confident with physical affection. You enjoyed watching both. But a part of you wondered if you could find something like that. Would someone be able to love all of your scars and your nightmares? You weren’t sure because you barely loved yourself. 

Soon you heard the elevator door open and laughter followed by footsteps. Immediately, you recognized Sam’s voice. You looked over the top of your book. Your blood went cold as you stared at the blue-eyed man with brown hair. The Winter Soldier. What was he doing with the Avengers? You didn’t see anything about him living here. Your time with the man with the metal arm was brief but impactful. He looked different. His arm was missing the red star and it was darker with gold markings. His hair was cut short and his eyes had more light to them. He almost didn’t look like the man you were forced to reset. Your palms tingled as the grip on your book tightened. Anxiety welcomed its place within your bones and bile moved up your throat. The blueberry muffin you ate was turning in your stomach. 

“Hey, Y/n,” the sound of your name forced you away from the man. It was Yelena. You focused on her. You didn’t realize it when you sat down and her hair was braided. Her green eyes were filled with concern. “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” You said. 

“Are you sure?” Kate asked. You looked at the brunette. She had a small scar near her hairline. You wondered where she got it. Did she wonder about yours? “We’ve been talking to you for about 5 minutes.” Oh. Awkward. Your face burned with embarrassment. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled, closing the book. “What were you saying?” Sam laughed. You liked the sound of it. 

“I was introducing you to these two handsome devils.” The blond, who you knew as Captain America, blushed and the Winter Soldier rolled his eyes. “Met Steve and James but we call him Bucky.” 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Steve said. “We’ve heard a lot about you.” 

“Likewise,” you managed to say. The Winter no Bucky raised his hand. You couldn’t help your body’s natural reaction to flinch. He must have seen it because he dropped his hand. “It was very nice to meet you,” you said, standing up. “I’ll see you around.” You walked to the stairs, ignoring the eyes that followed you. You went into your room and closed the door behind you. You leaned against the door and released the energy. You felt the pain as you bit down on your tongue. The muscles in your arms tensed up. Soon the feeling went away and your head began to pound. 

“Miss. Y/n, you seem to be in a state of distress. Should I notify the medical team?” You could taste the metallicity of your blood. 

“No need FRIDAY,” you whispered. Your head was pounding. It wasn’t good that this was happening so frequently. You’d need to start meditating again. 

“I am going to alert Miss. Romanoff and Miss. Maximoff that you require assistance,” The AI said. You groaned, burying your face into the pillow. 

“I’m fine,” you mumbled. “I just had a panic attack.” You told FRIDAY as darkness took over your vision. 

*

“Was it something I said?” Bucky asked. Yelena sighed. When she looked into her blue eyes, the Black Widow saw fear. There was so much fear in her eyes when she looked at Bucky. Sam put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. 

“It’s not you, man,” he said. “She’s just..” He trailed off, not able to find a word to best describe the young girl. 

“She’s healing,” Kate filled in the blank. Steve sat down on the couch, putting one leg over the other. 

“We believe her parents died in a house fire and her brother moved to California,” Yelena told them. “She won’t talk about what happened to her.” Yelena knew she had opened up to her sister and Wanda but they didn’t share what she said out of respect. Yelena looked at Bucky. Alone with fear she also saw recognition. Y/n knew Bucky or the man Bucky was. “Do you know her?” She asked. The super soldier looked confused as he sat down next to his boyfriend. It was a heavy question as Bucky was still healing from the effects of HYDRA and that came with remembering everything he did as the Winter Soldier. 

“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t think so. Was she with HYDRA?” 

“Wanda thinks she was. She can’t access her mind like ours,” Kate said. “There is a block similar to yours.” Bucky looked down at his metal hand, squeezing his hand into a fist. 

“If I met I don’t remember her.” He whispered. 

“Shit,” Sam said, crossing his arms against his chest. “This tower seems to attract HYDRA’s puppets.” Bucky picked up a throw pillow and threw it at him. Yelena smiled at the interaction but she was worried. The young girl knew Bucky and Yelena could only imagine what the pair went through.

[peekaboo-icyou]

Apologies

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 of new person

It had been almost a month since you had left Wil and he hasn’t done anything since, Phil is basically the one taking care of the business because all Wilbur has done is mope in bed and cry while looking at memories of you “maybe I should have been honest from the start” he sniffles “I gotta get ahold of myself…” he wipes his tears and stands up he sighs when he looks at all the plates and bowels around his room he smells him self “ugh” he Carrie’s all the plates into the kitchen then gets a towel and showers, he starts to get ready and goes into the office “ok phil I want you to hire a private investigator and a body guard for y/n but I don’t want her to know about the body guard” “yes Wil” phil smiles

Your life had been horrible ever since that night, you lost the coffee shop and have been working at a shitty diner down town that gets robbed at least 2 times a month, you were working your shift about to leave when a strange guy came in he kinda reminded you of Wilbur he was tall and that’s all you could really see since he had his hood up, you sighed “something troubling you sweetheart” the guy said, he had a thick New Zealand accent it sounded a little like the one Wilbur used to do when you both watched a musical together and he would sing along, “oh um no just tired we close in 45 minutes” he looks at you he has a mustache and beard and his hair is slicked back and his face shape was kinda familiar “your very pretty” you blush “oh um thank you what can I get you to drink?” “Oh yes do you have f/d” you giggle “I’m afraid not we don’t have fancy drinks just plain coffee or decaf” “there used to be a coffee shop around here who made the best coffee around sadly it went out of business but I heard that some mob boss bought it” you frown

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ASKED HER ON A DATE?!” The man flinched “well I uh she’s such a friendly and adorable person I-I couldn’t resist! She’s like a cinnamon roll””YEAH MY CINNAMON ROLL YOUR JOB IS TO FIGURE OUT HOW SHES DOING AND MAKE SURE SHES NOT MOVING ON FROM ME! NOT DATE HER” he slammed his first on the table while the private investigator sunk into his seat “well I can’t just cancel” “You can and you will.” He Sits back down and chugs his glass of whiskey “yes sir” “your dismissed” the investigator leaves and he sighs and looks at a framed picture he has of you on his desk “why’d all this happen why could I have just told her the truth from the start hopefully me buying the shop back and when I give it to her she’ll take me back…”

You look at the text “sorry had bad food poisoning can’t go to the movies tonight” you sigh the truth is you kinda did wish it was wilbur I mean it could be a coincidence or it is wilbur trying to win you back but he wouldn’t blow you off like that, that was until you see Wilbur walk into the diner in a white dress shirt and black pants with your first initial on a chain and a brown trench coat and turns his head and looks shocked but then frowns you look away from him but when you turn back he’s right at the counter he looks like a mess his stubble is grown out which does not look bad and his hair is super long and his eye bags are bad “sugar?” You back up “why are you working here? This is a horrible town for someone like you” you look at him in disbelief “get out!” You look at him angry but you know it probably looks like a pout “baby I know I messed up but it won’t happen again i promise I will never ever lie to you again” you look at him with disappointment “please just give me a chance I bought your coffee shop back! It looks the exact same as it did when you owned it!” You sigh “I-I guess” he runs behind the counter and hugs you and squeezes you “thank you thank you!!!! I’ll promise I’ll make it up to you!”

Part 4?

[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

✨101 writing prompts✨

So here I have written up 101 dialogue and scenario prompts for you to choose from! I hope I didn’t accidentally write doubles. But feel free to request for me to write using these or your own! As of right now:

Requests: open for business!

I’m mostly just writing for Christian Cage and Adam Copeland but don’t let that deter you from requesting other wrestlers, especially within AEW! I’ll do my best! If you use any for your writing, I only ask that you credit me ☺️ happy writing! 🩵

1 - “you know I love you, right?”

2 - “try and get some sleep baby”

3 - “is that really necessary?”

4 - “just…five more minutes”

5 - “okay but if we leave now, we can avoid all that traffic and…why are you staring at me like that?”

6 - “absolutely not. Put that back”

7 - “when was the last time we danced together?”

8 - “no, I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful!”

9 - “what do you think, does it look good on me?”

10 - “don’t you even think about walking through that door”

11 - “so this whole time you didn’t actually care about me?”

12 - “I can’t believe you’d think to hurt me like this. After everything we’d been through together”

13 - “no, no I’m not ready for it to end yet. Not like this”

14 - “please. Please don’t leave me. I need you”

15 - “I’m so scared…of you”

16 - “you have to understand, punching people or things is terrifying for me”

17 - “why can’t you understand that I don’t love you anymore?”

18 - “no, you lost me when you decided to kiss him/her”

19 - “we’re done. Get the fuck out of my house”

20 - “I wish I’d never met you”

21 - “I just…I feel like I wasted the last two years of my life”

22 - “why am I the last to hear about how you’re not in love with me anymore?”

23 - “fine, you want him/her so bad? Then go! I’m not going to wait for you anymore”

24 - “why should I wait for you to decide if you want to be my boy/girlfriend again?”

25 - “clearly this relationship was one sided this whole time, huh”

26 - “I was an idiot for thinking you could love me”

27 - “no. I don’t love you anymore”

28 - “he/she treats me better than you ever did”

29 - “every time I try to talk to you about this, you fucking walk off!”

30 - “come here, let me brush your hair”

31 - “you’re really warm…you sure you’re doing okay?”

32 - “why didn’t you tell me?”

33 - “come here, baby”

34 - “shh it’s okay, I’m here now”

35 - “it’s going to be okay. I’m going to help you but I need you to stay still”

36 - “would it help if I held your hand?”

37 - “they said what to you?”

38 - “show me where it hurts…oh honey, that’s bad. You need to see a doctor, I think that’s beyond what I can do to help”

39 - “why are you shaking? Are you cold?”

40 - “if it ever gets bad again, can you promise you’ll tell me? I don’t want you to go through this alone”

41 - “come to the bathroom. I’ll help you shower”

42 - “there we go. Let it all out”

43 - “I know taking medicine sucks but you have to take it if you want to get better”

44 - “I wish I could take the pain away for you”

45 - “do you need a massage? You look tense…”

46 - “no, I’m okay. It’s just cold”

47 - “please don’t worry about me”

48 - “it just gets hard sometimes yknow? And there really isn’t much anyone can do to make it better”

49 - “maybe not…but can I try at least make it more comfortable for you?”

50 - “please…I can’t breathe. It’s too much”

51 - “will you hold me?”

52 - “I know I’m not who you want to see right now but I’m desperate. Please. Stay with me”

53 - “I just need to know if there’s still a part of you that loves me…that misses what we had”

54 - “I fucked up…bad”

55 - “stay behind me okay? Everything will be alright”

56 - “why are your eyes red? Were you crying?”

57 - “do you remember when we first met?”

58 - “how much sugar are you putting in that?!”

59 - “if I lay back down with you, I’m never getting back up”

60 - “why don’t you like the nickname ‘princess/prince’? Is schnookums better?” - “absolutely not you cringe-“

61 - “I swear I’m not ticklish…stop looking at me like that, I’m not!”

62 - getting caught singing/dancing

63 - seeing you/them get hurt

64 - reacting to you/them on your/their period

65 - reacting to a panic attack

66 - having to do grocery shopping together

67 - reacting to you falling asleep on them

68 - rescuing you from a potentially dangerous situation

69 - having your first time in bed with each other

70 - how they are during a video/board/card game

71 - helping you/them feel better when you/they feel insecure about your/their body

72 - your first kiss

73 - how you first met (please request if you want a specific scenario!)

74 - taking care of each other after an event/match

75 - reacting to walking in on you/them crying

76 - reacting to walking in on you/them getting changed

77 - them standing up for you against someone/vice versa

78 - having to break up

79 - making up again

80 - realising you’re in love with each other

81 - meeting for the first time

82 - a small argument

83 - a big argument

84 - seeing them with children (your own or others)

85 - helping you with your makeup

86 - doing their makeup

87 - winding down after a long day together

88 - having a date night (you choose the type of date)

89 - dealing with long distance

90 - playfully teasing/irritating each other (if you so chose, could lead into an argument!)

91 - looking after each other when one is sick

92 - watching a movie and cheering up the other person when their sad during a death/sad moment

93 - reacting to you/them getting pregnant

94 - watching them bond with baby you-two

95 - showering/bathing together (can lead into smut)

96 - dealing with a traumatic event

97 - baking/cooking together

98 - teasing them (smut version)

99 - reconnecting after a long period away from each other

100 - double date

101 - breakup/getting back together sex

[sweetasmarie]

Sugary Sweet

Chapter 2: Date night🍷

Warnings: implied drinking, Ricky being a simp for Yuta, Johnny being a smart gentleman (is that even a warning?)

Some written and some pics this chapter.

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I fixed my hair one last time, making sure I looked extra good for this meet up with Johnny. Normally I don’t feel nervous when meeting potential sugar daddies, but I’ve been a huge fan of NCT 127 since they first debuted. In fact Johnny was my favorite member so this made the night more exciting.

About 45 minutes were left before Johnny had to pick me up, and I was getting quite nervous so I decided to call Amber, even though it might be early in the morning for her.

“Hey babygirl, what’s up?” Her voice didn’t sound tired at all, which shocked me.

“Hey Amber. Isn’t it like early in the morning for you? Why are you up?”

“Ricky invited me over for a movie night. And then we watched NCT 127’s music video. He seems to be a huge fan of Yuta. Kept blushing whenever Yuta came on screen.”

I laughed, already knowing Ricky’s not so secret crush on the kpop idol.

“Well if all things go well tonight, I can probably get a signed album for the both of you.” I had a teasing tone to my voice.

“Wait,” Ricky’s voice was heard a bit far away. “Princess, are you serious? How?”

“I’m going meeting with Johnny Suh. We matched on Tinder. And I know that I will have to be careful, but don’t worry. I have my pepper spray with me.”

The two of them questioned me and wouldn’t stop, but I had to interrupt them. I got a text from Johnny and I was nervous.

“Babes, I have to go. Johnny is picking me up soon. I will update you later.”

After hanging up, I headed downstairs to the lobby of the hotel. A man walked over to me, which made me nervous.

“Are you Charlotte Kim?”

I nodded my head, looking at him wearily. He didn’t say much, just guided me to this really nice car that had tinted windows. Opening the door to let me in, I noticed Johnny sitting in the car, making sure to not let anyone see him.

The drive was not awkward. Johnny asked me how my flight was, and even asked if I was feeling jet lagged still. I laughed and said no, as I am used to traveling.

We arrived at the restaurant, which was an Italian place that seemed to be quite fancy. As we parked, Johnny let me know that we had to go in separately so as to not raise any suspicions on why he was out with a girl.

I walked into the restaurant first, noticing how the place smelled similar to a restaurant in Italy that I went to 5 months ago. Comforting, with a bit of Italian spices.

The hostess guided me to a private room, where I had to wait only a few minutes before Johnny walked in.

“I’m sorry for having to be secretive. But with being an idol, things have to be this way in order to not only protect my image, but the safety of the other person.”

I smiled comfortingly at him. “It’s okay Johnny, I understand. How about we order the food and drinks first, and then we can talk more about how all of this will work out?”

He agreed and called over a server. Ordering us both a glass of red wine and a glass of water to be safe, he then ordered a soup for himself, and a pasta that was cooked in a mix of wine and marinara sauce. The server then left, allowing us to talk.

“So like I had said earlier, I can give you $5000 weekly, and any other gifts will of course come with. If you have any bills or tuition, I’ll pay for it. I just want to make sure you are okay with everything.”

I loved how straightforward he was, which made this much easier.

“Well,” I started, taking a piece of bread that the server had left for us. “I am doing this to get my tuition paid for. I’m a journalism student and I am tired of using scholarships as it puts too much stress onto me. The $5000 sounds great. Also, I do have two things to say.”

He nodded his head, motioning for me to continue.

“I have a rule with every sugar daddy I meet. No falling in love. That goes for the both of us. Falling in love can complicate everything so it’s best if we don’t do it. And my other thing is a request. You have every right to say no to it. Both of my friends are fans of your group and knowing that I will need proof that I met with you, could there be any way to get them a signed album each?”

Johnny smiled, nodding his head. Before he answered, the server came back with our drinks and let us know our food would be out soon.

He then spoke as the server left. “The rule makes sense. It will protect the both of us. And of course I can get the albums. Are there specific members that they want for the album?”

I mentioned how Amber was a huge fan of Taeyong and Jaehyun, and how Ricky really liked Yuta. The tall man before me nodded his head, taking out his phone to write it in the notes. We then got our food, deciding to just get to know each other and eat for the rest of the time.

(A/N: The first pic is of what Johnny messaged Charlotte. And please ignore the time stamps on the pics. I am still getting the dates of everything. Just know she arrived in Korea on April 10th.)

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

I typed in “highest protein foods ever” and — aside from whey protein and other things like fresh haddock and pollock which are extremely expensive — it turns out tuna has the highest protein content per calorie, followed somewhat closely by chicken breast. It looks like oats and brown rice have a decent amount of protein as well so I’ll have to get some in bulk.

So I went to Aldi (I’m from America and we have Aldi Sud, which is different than Aldi Nord; Aldi Nord is on the boycott list) and purchased six cans of albacore tuna, one can of chicken breast, two cans of French-style green beans, two cans of potatoes, and one can of carrots. I also purchased two dozen eggs (in cardboard; not styrofoam, of course) and a giant container of vinegar for use as a multipurpose cleaner and laundry detergent which will probably last me at least half a year.

$18.85 hell yeah AND I didn’t break the eggs on the way home despite getting irritated with the stupid “press to cross” button because it DOESN’T FUCKING WORK and basically rushing in front of a car because I wasn’t about to wait for it to turn when it didn’t turn last time after two full cycles. I knew I could make it if I swerved left a little and I did. I didn’t get hit. I’m not dead. This is not my ghost speaking. It didn’t faze me at all; I know the driver is probably shaken though. Sorry, man.

Once I get the brown rice I can make tuna and vegetable stir fry with an egg scrambled in. I’m sure my neighbors will appreciate the smell SJDBJDJDNDNDJDJNDNSNSN that’s what they get for making the heat vents smell like weed. Tuna attack. Suck it. I’ll need to ride my bike for 45 minutes straight over “gentle hills” (gentle my ASS) soon so I’ll cook that meal the night prior and have it for breakfast. I have a small can of orange soda I saved from the staff break room when we had treats, which I will take with me in case I need sugar on the road.

Other things I’m noticing from riding a bike around all the time:

The webbing between my thumbs and forefingers feels raw from rubbing on the handlebars all the time

Riding into a strong gust of wind IS THE LITERAL DEVIL

”Push to cross” buttons don’t work half the time. They do the BEEP beep but they don’t change the picture to the little white walking man. Yay for pedestrian safety! /s

I am not as in shape as I thought

Ride as hard as you can on dips then stop pedaling when going back up to conserve energy and not kill yourself

[jayfortheday]

One Short Moment (David Loki)

Pairing: David Loki x Lawyer!GN!Reader (romantic)

Word Count: 890

Tags: first kiss, lawyer reader, confession???, nsfw-ish content

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It was another late night in the office. It was around 9:45 pm, and almost all of the other employees in the building had gone home, with the exception of you and Detective Loki. The two of you held adjacent cubicles, so occasionally one of you would look over to watch the other work for a couple of moments. Once in a while, your eyes would meet and you would quickly look away only to look back a couple of minutes later. 

Loki was working with evidence for a particularly difficult and gruesome case, while you were also looking over evidence to create a case for a client on a separate case. You typically worked defense as you were the in-house lawyer at the police station, and tonight was no different. You took a deep breath, you were tired but there was still much you had to get done tonight. You sighed and stood up. 

“I’m gonna get coffee, you wanna come, Loki?” You asked, turning to your cubicle partner. He turned around and looked at you. He checked his watch and looked back up.

“Yeah, sure, I could use some,” he replied, standing from his chair. 

It was only a short walk to the kitchen, one the two of you took leisurely. A yawn escaped from your mouth and Loki looked toward you. 

“Long night?” He asked, laughing slightly. You side-eyed him.

“You have no idea,” you said, stretching your arms above your head as you walked. “Things are really not looking great for this guy.” You two soon arrived at the kitchen. Lucky for you, there was still enough coffee in the pot to generously fill two cups. 

You took two cups down from the shelf, handing one to Loki. He took it, nodding at you in thanks. You let Loki get his coffee first, and then filled your cup three-quarters of the way when he was done. Loki took his coffee black, while you preferred to put in cream and sugar, a small comparison of the way the two of you handled yourselves. Loki leaned on the counter behind him as he sipped his drink.

“How are things going in your direction?” You asked before slowly sipping your coffee. Loki huffed, swirling his cup.

“This one is tough, I’ll give it that. Never shyed away from a challenge, though,” he said in response. You smiled at his comment. You walked over and leaned against the same counter as Loki, he didn’t move away. “What about you?” He asked, looking down at you.

“Ugh, you would not believe this guy,” you sighed heavily. “Not only has he basically destroyed any remnant of a case in his favor, he’s also been a huge dick this entire time. Literally, when I walked in the door, he asked for a different lawyer, said I looked like bad luck. Like, geez, I’m trying to help you here, asshole.” You sipped at your coffee angrily. “Still trying my best though, I’m not gonna let some loser like him tank me,” you added, assuring both Loki and yourself you weren’t half-assing the case. 

“As you should,” Loki laughed in agreement. Loki had finished his coffee and had set his cup down next to him.

Noticing Loki had finished, you quickly downed the rest of your coffee. You sighed deeply. 

“Back to work, I guess,” you said. You turned towards Loki to find him staring at you intensely. “Everything ok, Loki?” He seemed to snap back. “Oh, yeah sorry, just spaced out a little,” he apologized, still staring at you. 

“No worries,” you responded, shrugging your shoulders. You could see a slight blush on Loki’s face as he looked at you. You felt one form on your face too as you noticed it. 

“You sure everything’s good?” You asked, seeing the contemplative look on Loki’s face. Loki suddenly got an intense look on his face before moving to stand in front of you.

“Can I kiss you?” Loki said softly, looking into your eyes with an emotion you couldn’t quite interpret. 

Your face flushed and you took a second to think. You really liked Loki and this moment made it really seem like he liked you too. Slowly, you nodded. You inched closer to the detective before he finally closed the gap. It was soft at first but as you pushed into him, it quickly became more heated. You brought up your hands to rest on Loki’s shoulders as he moved his to cup either side of your face. The kiss was full of a need neither fully understood until now. You licked Loki’s bottom lip and he welcomed your tongue into his mouth. 

You shocked yourself with how forward you were being. You usually found yourself to be quite timid, romantically and sexually. Loki moved one of his hands from your cheek down the small of your back, moving down even further to grab your ass. You wanted to stay here forever, but your need to breath soon conquered everything else. You pulled away a few centimeters to allow oxygen to greet your lungs. 

“David,” you panted into Loki’s mouth. 

“We should do this more often, maybe after work tonight?” Loki smiled at you, now taking on a deep, seductive tone. You nodded before you pushed yourself back onto the detective’s needy lips.

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! I actually rewrote part of this cause I realized that Loki was being super creepy, but that's also kinda in character I feel, but I still changed it. This has been in my drafts for a while so now it's finally leaving. Also, this concludes my drafts so when this is up, my inbox should be open again!!

[mileapokp1677]

Three Steps to Win You (CH 17)

Title: Three Steps to Win You

Rating: M

Pairing: DaddyChan/Tankhun, Kinn/Porsche, Vegas/Pete

Category: M/M, AU Nerd-Jock

Summary: Accidentally, scientist Tankhun Theerapanyakul embarrassed footballer Captain Chan "Daddy" Knight in front of his coach, teammates and fans. He had to fulfill three tasks from the captain before his apology was accepted.

Chapter 17

(Tankhun POV)

Monday Morning 

As usual, at 7.30 AM sharp, Tankhun was already in the queue line of the Hattrick to buy his favorite Americano. He decided to get a jumbo size coffee today, gods knew he needed it. There was too much stuff and drama that happened last weekend. Good thing he looked absolutely stunning today wearing the blue Ferragamo Navigator sunglasses, black classic Ferragamo combat boots and a navy/white mini spot ascot tie from Turnbull & Asser. His boring white shirt and skinny black pants for work, for sure, no longer looked plain. 

Today was a slow day for the cafe, because it only took Tankhun less than 10 minutes from the time he started queuing until he could sip his first coffee of the day. His coffee, like always, was perfect and so was today's weather. For that, he felt so grateful. 

Ah~ I feel so much better already

Call it a de ja vu but suddenly Tankhun felt the exact same way as he felt weeks ago when he met Chan for the first time here. As soon as he thought of something positive, things just took a 180 degree turn fast. 

Click! Click!

Fuck, Anna Banana proved to be very efficient. Tankhun even willing to bet his new sunglasses that currently, there was one or more paparazzi behind him, ready to take pictures of him.

Well, Tankhun had been reading fashion magazines since he was 10 years old, and he knows exactly the best angles for his face and body. If that evil woman had meant to post an ugly photo of Tankhun, it would never have happened, for he would never have allowed it.

Bring it on!

Tankhun calculatedly turned his body 45 degrees to his right, showing off his perfect profile, he then opened his mouth a little, lifted his chin slightly, and put his long neck on display. Hold that pose...

Click! Click! 

That’s a perfect Naomi... How about a Tyra now?

Now Tankhun, facing in the direction that he believed the paparazzi were hiding, pushed the navigator sunglasses over his head and left them there. He then dramatically took a sip of his hot coffee while both of his eyes staring intently at the front. Smizing now…

Click! Click!

Afterward, Tankhun slowly lowered his sunglasses so it perched perfectly on his nose again before turning his body 180 and walking catlike towards the university, with a satisfied smile on his lips. Once he entered the university area and was sure the paparazzi could no longer stalk him, Tankhun took his cellphone out of his bag and texted Chan.

[Tankhun T]

Your ex from hell is not wasting time. One or two papz following me from the Hattrick. I'm at the Uni now, and I think they're no longer following me, but who knows for sure, right? 

Instead of replying to the text, Chan gave Tankhun a call, who picked it up immediately.

"Are you okay?" asked Chan, who sounded a bit worried, straight to the point.

"I'm fine. As a matter of fact, I’m super fine. You just wait until they post my pictures. I look so~ fabulous if I may say so myself."

Chan chuckled before responding, "I've no doubt. You always look great, baby."

“Chan! What do I say about-”

“Wait! Tankhun, hear me out first,” pleaded Chan. “I’m big on endearment, okay?”

“What?”

“Please bear it with me, but I always call my special one with an endearment and she knew all about it.”

Tankhun sighed. “Seriously!? So, no option but to do it?” 

“Yes. So, please?” the captain pleaded again. “Please?"

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” said Tankhun. “But you only get to choose one, okay? And please no sugar or honey or DEAR, I hate them.”

“Thank you… baby?” replied Chan delicately. “How about it? I already called you baby twice in front of Anna.” 

Baby?

Tankhun didn't know what had happened to him exactly, maybe he had gone mad, but his face suddenly felt a bit hot and…  fuck, did he just blushing?  

Tankhun Theerapanyakul get hold of yourself, you’re not a fucking teenager anymore, for God’s sake. 

“Tankhun?”

“Y-yes?” 

Tankhun closed his eyes. Damn it to hell! He never stammered, never.  

“Is it acceptable?” asked Chan.

"What?"

"Baby, is it acceptable to call you that?" inquired Chan, making sure.

“Yes… Yes, it is,” affirmed Chan, with a steady voice.

“Do you think you can ask your boss for a longer lunch time today?”

“It can be arranged, but why?” 

“I’m at the stadium near the Hattrick right now, for morning practice,” explained Chan. “Let’s have lunch together. If those papz are still around the Uni, let's give them what they want.”

“I’ll talk to her and update you about lunch.”

“Okay. I’ll wait.”

“Chan?” 

“Hm?”

“I'm in front of the research center now, so I better go.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later, baby,” said Chan. “Be good for Daddy.”

“Ew~ Chan! What the fuck!” yelled Tankhun. “EW~~~” 

Chan laughed like a maniac. 

“Apart from that one time, when I asked for your autograph for Kim, I never called you Daddy ever again and I never will. You hear?” stated Tankhun firmly. 

“You know what they all say, right, baby?”

“What?”

“Never say never,” said Chan. “Ciao, baby.” 

“CHAN!” 

But the call has been disconnected. 

UGH! Damn that man! 

Tankhun stomped his feet on the ground in annoyance, but at the same time his heart beat faster.

Oh, God… 

******

(Chan POV)

BSFC Training Ground

Chan was still giggling as he put his phone in his personal locker. Even though the last two days had made his emotions go up and down like a roller coaster, today Chan was in a good mood. Of course when he got Tankhun's text earlier about the paparazzi he was a little worried, but those bastards indirectly have made it possible for him to have lunch with Tankhun. So he won't complain much.

“Was the one who just talked to you on the phone Doctor T, Cap?” 

Pete, who apparently was behind him and suddenly asked a question, took Chan by surprise, but of course he recognized his co-captain's voice.

"You've been sneaking up behind me a lot lately, Pete,” accused Chan as he closed his locker. 

"I didn't mean to do that, Cap. But lately you've been out of focus several times. Sometimes, you don't hear my footsteps or even my voice calling you," reasoned Pete.

Chan turned his body to face Pete and didn't know whether he liked the meaningful smile on the 25-year-old midfielder's face or not.

“What’s with that face?”

Pete softly laughed before responding, "Cap, I know it's none of my business, but the boys and I... we’re happy when you're happy. It's been a long time since we heard you laugh like you did on Saturday, or just now."

"Nosy."

"We think Doctor T is super cool!"

“You guys really like him?” asked Chan, testing the water. 

“Yes!” declared Pete firmly. “So, it was him on the phone, right? You look happy, by the way.” 

Chan just smiled and ruffled Pete's hair. "Let's start today’s training, my snooping co-captain!"

Pete laughed again.

"Yes, Sir!"

****** 

(Chan POV)

12.25 PM, the Research Center

“Hello there, I’m here to see Dr. Theerapanyakul,” said Chan to the Research Center receptionist, whose eyes were fixed on the computer screen in front of her.   

“Do you have an appointment with him, Sir?” asked her as she finally raised her eyes to look at him. “Oh my GOD! DADDY CHAN!?”

“Hi,” greeted Chan again. “Could you please tell Dr. Theerapanyakul that I’m here?” 

“Yes, of course, Sir!! Oh my God, Oh my God… I can’t believe this,” muttered the receptionist, looking so frantic. “Ah, I’m so sorry, Sir! I’m a huge fan of BSFC, it’s just shocking that you’re here! I had no idea that you and Dr. T…. Oh, never mind, I’ll inform him right away.”  

“Wait, on a second thought… What's your name?” asked Chan. 

“Sunny, Sir.” 

“Could  you do me a favor, Sunny?”

******

(Tankhun POV)

12.35 PM, the Research Center 

“Professor Erica, if there's nothing else to discuss, may I return to my office? My date will arrive here any minute. He is very punctual,” requested Tankhun to his boss, the head of the Research Center. 

Instead of answering his question, Professor Erica, all of a sudden, stood up from her chair with a super shocked face, and screamed, "Your date is the Captain of BSFC!?"

Tankhun, who was also in shock, immediately stood up and responded to the Professor, "How did you know, Professor!?"

Professor Erica just pointed at something behind Tankhun's body with her finger, before she shouted at her assistant, "Cookie, bring me a marker and a paper now… STAT!"

No, no... no way in hell… 

Tankhun turned around quickly and sure enough Chan -- the bastard, who looked so bloody handsome in simple jeans and white t-shirt, was standing there. He was leaning against his boss's office door frame, in his hand he carried 3 white rose buds.

“Hi, baby,” greeted Chan with the biggest smile on his face, which at that moment, Tankhun wanted to scratch so badly.

"Baby?” shrieked Professor Erica. “Tankhun Theerapanyakun, how dare you hide this from me!? I thought we're friends!”

I’m so~ dead  

TBC

AN: The phrase "Ciao, Baby" was inspired by Peter Knight aka Daddy Chan's ig story clip that he made to say goodbye to fans after KPTS finished airing. Those of you who have never seen the clip, you must see and hear for yourself, how sexy Daddy Chan's accent is when he says the word baby. faint

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

“I know something sweeter than cookies” Hardenshipping! If you’re still doing the starter asks!

Why of course! I’m always open for fanfic ideas! <3 Here you go, luv! Hope you enjoy!!

There was no hiding the fact that Maxie had a gigantic sweet tooth. He tries his absolute best to hide this.. but Archie can read him like a book, and pretends not to notice.

So after Archie got done making about 12-15 cookies, he headed upstairs to take a shower, since he had cookie dough all over him. He was a good cook, but not a tidy one.

Once he knew that Archie left the room, he stole about 5-6 of them and began to eat them right away, feeling no sort of guilt whatsoever. He loves his husband’s baking and could eat it all day.

Archie, after leaving the shower, came back downstairs and saw almost half of them were gone.

“Are ye serious, Max…?” He chuckled to himself, cleaning up the rest of the cookie dough mess, then proceeded to hide the rest of them from his sugar craving husband. “Hey, Max!”

Ironically, he still had one in his mouth. “Mm?”

“Maxie!”

“Wh-Whaffft??” He called from the other room. His voice was clearly muffled.

“Did ye eat about half of me cookies? I left them here a few minutes ago.”

…..

“Babe?”

“Mrro. I did mrro sucfffh thing.”

He walks into the other room and sees Maxie crouched down in the couch quickly wiping his face with his shirt sleeve.

“Where did half me cookies go, babe?” Archie asked, eyebrow raised and smirk plastered on his face.

Maxie tried playing dumb and just timidly shrugged his shoulders. “I d-don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been in here all evening.”

“Uh huh… right..” Archie grinned, sitting down next to him. “If that was true… then why do ye have crumbs on the couch? Yer usually the one who gets in a fuss when there’s crumbs on the couch.”

He was running out of excuses. Archie knew that he wasn’t a good liar.

“Max.. tell me the truth.”

He finally gave up and covered his face in embarrassment. “Ok, fine.. yes… I did… But can you blame me?? They’re amazing.”

Chortling, Archie put an arm around him. “If ye wanted some.. ye could’ve just asked.” He teased. “I ain’t dumb, I know ye’ve got a sweet tooth. A big one.”

A blush creeped up from his neck to his ears. “S-So what if I do?”

“Well…” Archie began. “Yer gonna have to pay me back for all of those cookies, Max.”

“How?? I ate them.”

Archie smiles at him more. “It’s obvious, love. Ye pay me back with something sweeter.”

“Sweeter?” He rolls his eyes. “What on earth is sweeter than your cookies?”

“Oh, I know something much sweeter than cookies…” His grin turned into a big smirk. “And ye already have it..”

The redhead was extremely confused now. “I’m not sure that I understand…”

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29 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#4

Archie was bored.

And when Archie gets bored, he gets mischievous.

He just saw his husband resting in their chair, probably reading a book. But the more that Archie watched, the more mischievous he got. He could hear his husband humming, so he knew that he was distracted.

“Mmmm~ mmm mmm~”

*smirk*

Archie slowly crept up closer to the chair. He started singing the Jaws theme.

“Duh dun…”

The peaceful humming came to a halt, and was replaced with a squeak. He saw Maxie sink down into the chair.

“Duh dun…”

“Archie, I can see you. I swear to god.. if you even think of trying anything, I will kill you.” He grumbled.

That just made him even more mischievous. He smiled a wide grin, then kept singing with a faster tempo.

“Duh dun duh dun duh dun duh dun duh dun-“

“NO!”

It was too late for Maxie to run away, so he just waited in anticipation for whatever Archie had in store for him. He sunk down the farthest he could into the small chair.

Then it became silent.

Maxie hesitated, but he turned around to see if Archie was still sneaking up on him, but he didn’t see him.

Turns out, he was right on other side of the chair.

Maxie let out a sigh of relief, but all that went out the window when Archie jumped up from behind the chair, playfully growled, and grabbed his waist from behind.

“WHAT THE HELL-! A-ARCHIE!!”

They both hit the floor, Archie had his husband pinned down on the floor, grinning ever so big.

“Y-you gave me a heart attack-!” Maxie yelped. “What is the matter with you?”

Archie grinned at him and pecked a kiss on his cheek. “So I scared ye, huh?”

“YES!” He yelped. “Now can you please let me stand up, so I can kill you?”

“Awww..” Archie pinned him closer to the floor. “Not gonna happen, darling.”

Maxie covered his face in frustration and tried to wiggle himself out of Archie’s grip, but no such luck was found. He got nervous when Archie grinned at him wider.

“Archie…. Wh-What are you going to do?”

A hearty laugh came from the larger man. “Looks like you’ve been caught by a shark, babe..”

“Oh, haha.” He rolled his eyes while still trying to escape. “Very funny. Just because you have teeth like a shark, doesn’t mean you are one.”

“You’re my prey, Max.. and do ye know what sharks do with their prey?”

Maxie got even more nervous, seeing the devious look in Archie’s face. Whatever he was about to do, Maxie was not going to be ready for it.

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32 notes - Posted April 4, 2022

#3

You’ll never guess who picked the date spot

35 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

#2

Omg

I’ve done god’s work by putting them together

52 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Maxie: ugh, I need to feel something. Archie, can you tell me something that’ll piss me off?

Archie: Over 60% of your body is water.

Maxie: Yep. That’ll do it.

71 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

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[jointhebottle]

Before 2023 ends, I want to see a better version of me. I need to loose 12-15 kgs. Last March, I weighed 77 kgs. and was classified as Obese class 2. And so recently, I’ve decided to stop delaying my progress and get my fcking shit together. I’m building a new good habit for the past two weeks.

Now, I’m practicing mindfulness meditation 🧘🏼‍♀️, I sleep early at night and wakes up early around 6:30am without an alarm. Sometimes I take melatonin gummy per night. But some nights, I’d skip this because I don’t want to be dependent on it. I’d get a 30-45 minute of home exercises based on YT videos. It’s so damn hard and it makes me feel so heavy! But I am enjoying the fat burning and sweat so far. 🔥 I’ve tried yoga and pilates exercises too but it didn’t work well with me.. or not yet? 🤔 So, I switched to HIIT and cardio instead. Also, it’s my first time enjoying a black coffee without sugar but with just a teaspoon of milk in it. ☕️ I’m trying to be more consistent with intermittent fasting 16:8 this time and so in the morning, I only drink coffee and my brunch would be every 12 noon. I always try to eat healthy foods this time. I eat banana or any other fruits 🍌 in a day. And I make sure to keep myself hydrated and finish atleast 1.5-2 liters of water per day. 💦 I’ve taught myself to read self-help books for atleast 2-3 pages a day while enjoying my coffee in the morning. 📚 I’m currently reading “What Now? A meditation for twenties” by Yael. I’ve set a Walking exercise once a week, 5k steps is good enough. 👣 I listen to self-help podcasts esp Skyfam and Rob Dial episodes. I love them! they inspire me to become the better version of myself. 🎧

And by the way, I’ve learn to be less clingy and jelly. I feel like I’ve became so insecure and toxic in my current relationship. But I’m thankful that I’m fully aware of it and so I chose to shift my focus and change my mindset to save myself and my relationship. I’m still working on it and I’ve seen progress along the way. Hurray? 😅

One thing I love about myself is I always try to appreciate even the littlest things in life. 🍃No matter where I go, I always see beauty in the world. One way to express my appreciation is through photography 📸. I capture not only to keep memories but also let other people see my own perspective on things/people/scenarios/scenery. I enjoy capturing and editing videos with inspiring captions in it and then upload it in my socmed accounts. 🎥 I’m doing this because this kind of hobby excites me. ✨ I’ve noticed that writing also helps me express my thoughts and feelings. Thus, I’m trying to find time to do some journal writing ✍️ to keep my thoughts and ideas somewhere else other than my head. 🧠 🤭

Building a new habit that I think would help me get fit and healthy is so satisfying. I’m so happy to see my progress. I hope to see more better versions of me as I continue my journey.

Loveyou, self. ❤️

[sebastianstangirl01]

Who Would’ve Thought

Title: Who Would’ve Thought

Pairing: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Wife Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: When Iceman gets a pleasant surprise during the Top Gun training, it’s safe to say he isn’t the only one surprised.

Authors Note: I really hope this turns out good, Iceman is definitely one of my favorites! Feel free to make any Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick requests, I’d love to write them!

It was a normal day at Top Gun they had finished their training sessions for the day and everyone decided to head out to the bar.

“Ice you picking up any ladies tonight?” Goose teased from his locker

“Nope.” Iceman shook his head slipping his white t shirt on

“It’s alright not everyone can have as much success with the ladies as me.” Maverick cockily spoke making Iceman roll his eyes

“Maverick if what you have is success with the ‘ladies’ then they must have changed the meaning.” Iceman said making everyone ooh. “I’ll see you all there, I’ve got something I have to do.”

Iceman closed his locker and walked out of the locker room he pulled out his cellphone and walked down a quiet hallway as he dialed the number he knew by heart.

“Hello?” A soft voice spoke through the phone making Iceman smile

“Hey there sugar.” Iceman spoke, it was quiet for a second on the phone before a sigh of relief was heard

“Tommy. I’m so glad your ok.” Y/N said with a small smile

“I’m just fine, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to call you in a few days it’s been pretty busy around here lately.” Iceman said in a guilty tone

“It’s ok baby I understand. How’s it going? How’s Slider?” Y/N asked

“It’s going great, so far we’re in the lead to win the trophy. And Slider is Slider.” Iceman said and Y/N chuckled

“I’m proud of you Tommy, we both are.” Y/N smiled rubbing her 8 month pregnant belly, Iceman had to leave when she was only 3 months pregnant so he hadn’t seen her bump yet.

“How are you feeling? I haven’t missed too much have I?” Iceman asked, he hated that he had to miss so much of the pregnancy

“Worn out, I think we have a soccer player on our hands. They miss you though, I play them that tape you made they love your voice.” Y/N said, they decided to wait to find out the gender of the baby wanting to be surprised

“I can’t wait to see you, to hold you, to kiss you.” Iceman groaned and Y/N chuckled

“Hopefully it’s sooner than you think.” Y/N said

“I sure hope so.” Iceman sighed

“Yo Ice! Let’s go!” A few of the guys exclaimed from down the hall making Iceman sigh

“I’m sorry to cut this short because I miss your voice so much. But I’ve got to go we’re all going to the bar tonight to celebrate the week.” Iceman said with guilt

“It’s ok, just don’t go falling in love with a pretty bar chick.” Y/N teased

“There’s no one who could ever top you, I love you sugar.” Iceman said with a small smile

“I love you too.” Y/N said making a kiss noise into the phone before hanging up

Iceman sighed and looked at the phone before putting it in his pocket and following the sounds of his fellow pilots hooping and hollering.

Y/N smiled as she lowered the phone and looked down to her bump gently rubbing it as she held her plane ticket in her other hand.

“We’re going to see daddy.” Y/N smiled before grabbing her suitcase and walking towards her flight

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By the time Y/N’s flight landed it was around 8 at night it was a short flight only about 45 minutes so she knew that Iceman would still be at the bar, it would be the perfect time to surprise him.

“Thank you.” Y/N told the driver as he loaded her suitcase into the trunk

“No problem, where am I taking you?” He asked opening the door for Y/N who nodded in thanks

“Well I’m not too sure if the name but it’s where all the airmen hang out. My husband is a pilot and I’m here to surprise him.” Y/N said and the man nodded

“Well I’m sure he’ll be pleasantly surprised. I’ll get you there in no time.” He said

“Thank you.” Y/N said getting into the car

Y/N watched the cars pass and admired the bright lights as the driver pulled into the parking lot of what Y/N assumed to be the bar, it was very crowded and the lights on the outside were flashing brightly.

“Here you go, thank you again.” Y/N smiled handing the driver 20 dollars as he handed her her suitcase

“Good luck.” The driver nodded politely before getting back into his car and driving off

Y/N smiled in excitement, she couldn’t wait to see Iceman again. Going almost 6 months without seeing your husband is hard, especially when your all alone and pregnant with your first child.

Y/N picked up her suitcase and walked into the bar she was immediately hit with the smell of alcohol and smoke, there were people all over the place but her eyes were immediately drawn to the rowdy group of men in the corner by the pool table. Y/N smiled when she saw her husband with a cocky smirk on his face as he won the game by sinking the eight ball into the left corner pocket.

She immediately started making her way through the crowd being careful not to accidentally knock someone out with her suitcase, but her swollen belly made it hard to squeeze past people.

“Hey Ice.” Slider said catching the man’s attention as he gestured to the crowd of people, Iceman followed his gaze and immediately a smile that no one had ever seen before came onto his face

“I think Ice is broken.” Goose whispered to Maverick who chuckled

Iceman paid them no mind and immediately laid his pool stick down on the table before quickly making his way towards Y/N.

“Y/N!” Iceman exclaimed making Y/N smile as she saw Iceman hurry towards her. “Oh sugar.”

Once she was in his reach Iceman pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her with so much passion it almost knocked her off her feet, one of his hands was resting on the back of her head while the other immediately went to her belly as Y/N wrapped both arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair.

“Who’s that?” Maverick asked as they all watched shocked

“Y/N, Ice’s wife.” Slider said with a smirk on his face as he took in their confused ones

“Wife!?”

“Oh your so beautiful. So beautiful, I’ve missed you so much.” Iceman smiled kissing all over Y/N’s face making her giggle before Iceman dropped to his knee and rested his forehead on her stomach placing a few kisses on it. “Oh you’ve grown so much, I hope you haven’t been giving mommy that hard of a time.”

“They’ve missed you.” Y/N smiled messing with his hair before he stood up and cupped her cheeks. “Oh, give me your hand.”

Y/N ignored Iceman’s confused look as she grabbed his hand and rested it on her lower belly, immediately there was a strong kick right where his hand was making him look at her shocked.

“That was a kick? They just kicked?” Iceman asked with a teary smile, he had never felt the baby kick before so feeling it now overwhelmed him with happiness

“Yep, they love your voice. I missed you so much.” Y/N sighed as Iceman pulled her into his arms and held her to his chest

“Not as much as I missed you. I can’t believe I’ve gone so long without holding you in my arms. Never again, I want you to stay here with me until we’re done at Top Gun. Your getting close to your due date and I don’t want to miss it, we don’t have any family back home so what would we miss?” Iceman suggested with a hopeful look

“What about all our stuff? The babies stuff?” Y/N asked with a small smile

“I’ll figure it out and until then we can get new stuff, me and Slider have a apartment we can stay there until I finish Top Gun and we can have a fresh start somewhere new if we wanted.” Iceman said rubbing Y/N’s cheek. “What do you say?”

“Ok. Ok, I’ll go anywhere if that means I’ll be with you.” Y/N smiled and Iceman whooped before picking her up and spinning around making Y/N laugh. “Your making me dizzy!”

“Sorry baby.” Iceman chuckled as he sat her down. “Come on I’ll introduce you to the guys.”

Iceman grabbed Y/N’s suitcase off the ground and grabbed her hand before leading her towards the guys.

“Everyone this is my wife Y/N. Sugar this is Maverick and Goose and you know Slider obviously.” Iceman said and Y/N smiled

“How’s my godchild?” Slider asked pulling Y/N into a tight hug

“Great, definitely going to be a professional soccer player by the way they kick.” Y/N chuckled before turning to Maverick and Goose. “It’s nice to meet you two, Tommy’s told me so much about you.” Y/N smiled shaking their hands

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Goose smiled, “you know my wife is in town too, you guys should meet I’m sure you’d get along.”

“I’d love to.” Y/N smiled

“So what’s it like being married to Iceman?” Maverick asked and Iceman rolled his eyes pulling Y/N into his arms resting his hands on her belly

“Very hectic. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Y/N smiled looking up at Iceman who smiled back and kissed her forehead.

Iceman and Y/N didn’t stay at the bar too much longer and decided to head home since Y/N was tired from the flight.

“I’m so glad that your here. I love you.” Iceman said as they laid in bed, he had his arms wrapped around Y/N pulling her tight to his chest and resting another hand on her stomach

“I’m glad I’m here too, I love you too.” Y/N smiled and sighed in content in her favorite place to be, wrapped in her husbands arms.

[mavsstar]

𝐈𝐈. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝟏𝟖+, 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰.𝐜: 𝟑.𝟏𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐦 & 𝐟), 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩, 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞! 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝟎𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭. 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 :𝐃

Lee had been dying to return the favor after what happened on Sunday, even though you didn’t even touch him. Let alone know the pleasure you unknowingly gave him. But he only saw you before he got to work in the mornings and the days he came early you were always out somewhere. He also saw you secretly at night while he watches you sleep peacefully.

Lee had even started to get up earlier to be able to spend more time with you. Like today, it was 6:54 am and Lee still had 45 minutes before he went to work. He used to wake up 15 minutes before he had to clock in before you arrived. But not anymore.

“Got any plans today Dove?” Lee drops the newspaper on the table to be able to pay his full attention to you. You sat on top of the counter eating strawberries.

“Going to bake with Lenora today, we’re making cookies today,” You answered while your legs swinged, occasionally hitting the wall. “You sure you don’t want me to cook, I can whi-”

“I can cook for him thank you,” Your mother interrupted you, eyeing you up and down with a nasty look. “Get off the counter,” She grabbed your arm and pulled you off.

“Be careful,” You muttered,trying to gain you balance from the harsh pull.

“You didn’t have to-”

Your mother cuts Lee off with a harsh look, “She needs manners, what kind of woman sits on the counter?”

You barely roll your eyes, careful to make sure she doesn’t see you. “See you later ma’am, if you’re not workin’ late.”

“Where you goin’ this early?” She asks, pinning her hair up. “Don’t tell me you’re already going to see Arvin, you know I don’t like that boy very much.”

“No I ain’t going to see him,” You chided, giving her a glare. “I’m hangin’ out with Lenora today. She asked me to go with her to visit her momma’s grave. Unless you don’t like her either.”

“No, I think she’s a nice girl. Shame what happened to her mother, may she rest in peace.” She passes you a bag of sugar, “I need you to give this to Emma and I want you back at 7, not 7:05, not 7:17, 7 sharp.”

You take the bag of sugar, tucking it under your arm. “Bye Sheriff, have a nice day.” You leave walking out the door.

“You didn’t have to be rude to her,” Lee reprimands, getting up from the table.

“I wasn’t being rude to her,” She retorts. When she sees Lee grab his jacket from the coat hanger she yells, “what about breakfast?!”

“Not hungry!” He yells back, “don’t taste nearly as good compared to my Dove’s.” he mutters under his breath and heads to work.

Lee was starving halfway in his shift. He forgot to grab breakfast trying to follow you around to make sure you made it safe. He was ready to go to the diner and grab a quick snack when you came strolling in.

“Hope this ain’t a bad time Sheriff,” You ask, clutching the basket closer to your chest.

“No, no, is everything ok?”

“Lenora and I made a little bit too much food and it’d be such a shame to throw it away. Figured why not bring some to the best sheriff in town.” You settled the basket on his desk. Arvin came in moments later and settled right behind you. Lee looks at Arvin and then at you but says nothing.

That was the first time Lee had seen you with Arvin. One too many.

-

The next day when he went to the candy store, he saw you walk out hand in hand with Lenora, unwrapping the sweets you both bought. Arvin snuck out behind a tree, scaring you and clutching you close to his chest. Arvin pulls out the sucker from your mouth and places it into his own. A friend doesn’t do that.

-

On Wednesday, Lee followed you to the diner, with Lenora. He parked from afar as he watched you settle into a booth, excited to devour whatever the diner had. He watched you and Lenora gossip eagerly, eyes wide open with agape mouths.

Arvin then appears from the bathroom, walking over to you and sitting right next to you. He kisses your temple and his hand travels to your thigh. He watches as he slings your leg over his and slides you onto his lap. Lee was already getting out the car when he heard radio noise,

“We got a 10-20 Sheriff, over.”

-

On Thursday, he saw you walking to the graveyard with Lenora and Arvin. Arvin’s arm was slung around your shoulder as he bought you closer to him, kissing your cheek. You shoved him away, laughing and wiping your cheek. Arvin smirked looking you up and down and chased you.

You tried running but Arvin caught you and slung you over his shoulder. He bit your thigh sensually and Lee heard you yelp. Lee realized you were always with Lenora and he can’t help but think if you’re always with her, are you with Arvin too?

-

Lee was hoping that this time he would be able to spend time with you. He got off of work early and was going to use that to his advantage. But when he got home, you were nowhere in sight.

He walked over to your room, peeking in to see if you were in there. Nothing. All there was was a pile of discarded clothes, baby pink panties catching his attention. He looked out the door, when the coast was clear he went to pick them up.

The material felt soft against his hand until he felt a wet patch. He brought the material to his face and took a deep inhale. Your scent filled his nose, a muffled moan slipping through his lips.

He heard soft pants coming from the bathroom. He stuffed his panites in his pocket and followed the sound. With every second passing, your pants turned into small whimpers. The sounds you made, made Lee get harder with every second.

Lee’s perverted thoughts got the best of him as he took out your patnies and unzipped his pants. He pulled down his boxers, starting to stroke his hardening member. Your whimpers became louder and more frequent but were muffled by the walls.

He brought the baby pink material to his face as his hand started to go faster. Your moans spurred him on and made him feel weak in the knees. He could imagine you, touching yourself, desperately trying to get yourself off. Your fingers circling your clit while you stroked him, occasionally giving a kitten lick to the tip. You slip in 2 fingers into your tight hole, curving them to hit that spot that makes you keen.

He brings your panties to his cock, wrapping himself around it and coating his dick in your juices. He wraps his hand tight around him and does long, hard strokes. Jolts of pleasure creep up his legs and spine as he ruts in his hand. His eyes flutter shut and all he can concentrate on is you and rolls his hips around. He whimpers as he goes faster, the coil in his belly tightening. He lets himself get lost in the pleasure, imagining what you’re doing behind the door.

With a final roll of his hips he deeply groans as he cums. His seed coating your panties, the mixture of both of your essence is deeply engraved into his mind. He stuffs your panties in his back pocket and he pulls his pants up.

He can still hear your moans from the bathroom. They sound hurried and frustrated. Poor baby.

“Why is this so hard?!” You scream, turning off the water.

Lee runs to the living room, turning on the t.v, pretending he didn’t hear you during your most intimate moment.

15 minutes later you come sauntering out of your room, the smell of your shampoo fills the room and relaxes Lee. But when he sees you in a dress a bit too small for his liking it makes him tense up.

You freeze when you notice Lee sitting on the couch.“Hi sheriff, when did you get here?”

“Got here ‘bout 2 minutes ago,” Lee replies not looking away from the t.v. “Goin’ somewhere?”

“Yeah just with Lenora,” You nervously laughed, constantly fidgeting.

“You and Lenora hang out a lot, don’t ya?” Lee didn’t mind Lenora, sweet girl but after what happened with Teagardin he kept an eye on her. And if Lenora went somewhere, Arvin was right behind her.

“Yeah, we have lots of fun together,” You answered.

“Yeah? Especially since Arvins always with ya both,” Lee cocked his head to the side, clearly bothered. When you didn’t answer all of his suspicions were confirmed. When Lee wasn’t home, you were with Arvin, doing God knows what. “Be careful ‘round that boy, Dove. Don’t want you gettin’ hurt by someone like him.”

“He treats me well sheriff, I promise you he does.”

“Really? That’s what you think?” Lee got up from the couch, taking long strides toward you, the sound of the keys against his belt clinking with each step. “Tell that to the other girls he had his hand up their dress.”

“What?” You mumbled, blinking back tears, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“I catch that boy foolin’ around too many times for my liking, I don’t want to catch you bein’ the next,” Lee warns. “Stay away from him, you hear me?”

“Yes, sheriff.”

“Good,” Lee shrugs his jacket off and puts it over your shoulder. “Cover up, it ain’t safe for you to go out like that.”

Lee had to do one more thing before he got to go home. A deputy had told him some kids were making out at the park past curfew and to break it up. He hated doing these types of things, it was always uncomfortable.

He drove to the park in a delighted mood, he would be able to go back home, and see his beloved Dove. He put the car in and park and slammed his door shut, hoping to scare the kids off so he wouldn’t have to do anything. It didn't.

He walked closer and closer but froze when he heard a familiar voice, “Ar-Arvin wait, what if we get caught.” Lee hid behind a tree to be able to get a better look. Anger bubbled in his stomach when he saw Arvin’s hands a little too far up your thighs. You deliberately ignored what he told you, he didn’t even care it was all a lie, you disobeyed him.

“We won’t,” Arvin panted, “relax darlin’. I know one way to,” His hand disappeared under your dress.

Lee would have marched right then and there and beat Arvin to a pulp for touching what’s his. But Lee knew exactly what to do, to go to your mother. He quietly ran back to the cruiser and sped his way home.

This plan was meant to work out, your mother had come back from work on time, for once. Lee collects himself and walks to the door. When he opens it, he sees your mother on the couch filing her nails.

“Lee is y/n with you?”

“No, why?” He replies, placing his leather jacket on the coat hanger.

She sets the nail file down and gives Lee a puzzled look, “She ain’t with you?” Lee shakes his head no. “Unbelievable.”

“What’s the matter?” Lee asked.

“It’s 8:30, she was supposed to be here an hour ago!”

Perfect. “Oh,” Lee muttered under his breath but loud enough for her to hear.

“What?” She questioned, getting up from the couch. “I know that ‘oh’, Lee, what do you know?”

“I got a call about 2 kids doin’ some things at the park but I didn’t g-”

“Give me the keys to the cruiser!” She demanded, sticking her hand out.

“Listen, what if it’s not y/n-”

“It sure as hell is, the amount of times I’ve caught that boy trying to get in her pants-”

“Wait what?” He was truly taken aback at her statement, “What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

“I sent her away for this very reason the first time I came here. Figured he’d get over her.” She shrugs, walking over to Lee. “He wants her now more than ever. Part of me thinks-nevermind I’ll sound crazy.”

“No, go on,” Lee urges, placing his thumbs in his front pockets.

“Part of me thinks, I don’t know, I just think he’s trying to get her pregnant so they have to marry. So no one can’t tell them they can’t be together, no one wants a bastard child.”

Lee’s fists ball up, his knuckles turned white and his nails dig into his palm drawing blood. Arvin was not going to take his Dove away, he’ll be dead before he even gets the chance to finish trying. He knew Arvin had a thing for you, he wouldn’t be surprised if the whole town did. One thing he did know was, no one was allowed to touch you. He lets out a tsk, “Get in, we’ll go get her.”

His car comes to a stop and your mother practically leaped out of the car. Despite her being in heels she bolted through the park, determined to get his dirty hands off of you. She found you exactly in the same position Lee had found you in the first place.

“Get your hands off of her now!” She pulls you up from the ground, placing you protectively behind her. “I told you to stay away from her!”

“Ma’am listen-”

“All you’re tryin’ to do is get her knocked up and take her away from me!”

“That’s not true!” Arvin protested, “I love her and I treat her well-”

“Alright, alright, Arvin you’re comin’ with me,” Lee commanded, grabbing him by the neck. “You and I need’a have a serious talk.” His grip becomes tighter and tighter, intentionally hurting him. “Deputy Tom will take you girls back to the house. I’ll be there soon.”

Lee was strangely calm during the whole drive. Quietly shushing Arvin everytime he tried to open his mouth. Arvin felt uneasy, he knew something was wrong and that Lee wasn’t doing this for your mother’s sake.

No one was at the station when Lee arrived, giving him the chance to do whatever he pleases. He harshly shoves Arvin into the chair in his office. “What the hell were you doin’ at the time of night with y/n boy? With your hand up her dress?”

“I was spendin’ time with my girl sheriff, don’t tell me that’s a crime,” Arvin scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“Really? You call tryin’ to play mommy and daddy quality time?” Lee rasped, his hand on top of his gun on the holster. “I call that being a dirty bastard, son.”

“So what?” Arvin sinks into the chair, “Unless…” A smirk plasters his face and raises his head up high. “Unless you’re jealous?”

Lee lets out a laugh, “Now why would I be jealous?”

“Because,” Arvin spits, gripping the handles of the chair. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. No normal step father would look at their step daughter like that. You want her all to yourself, I know it. You ain’t gotta tell me. If anyone is the dirty bastard it’s you.”

With one hand Lee squishes Arvin’s cheeks, his lips puckered out as Lee’s fingerprint creates marks on his skin. The other takes his gun out of his holster and places it under his jaw. “You and I both know she’s mine, she belongs to me. She don’t want a man child like you, no, she wants a man. A man who’s willing to take care of her in any way she needs.”

“You’re wrong,” Arvin grunts out, thrashing around to escape Lee’s hold but he can’t. It's too strong.

“You know damn well I’m right,” Lee brings Arvin’s face closer to his. “This is what’s goin’ to happen, you’ll leave y/n alone. Forget she even exists, don’t talk to her, don’t touch her, pretend she’s dead.”

“And what if I don't?”

“Be a real shame if the whole town found out ‘bout Lenora and Reverend Teagardin,” Lee darkly chuckles at memory when Teagardin told him what happened. “You want everyone to know how Lenora got an abortion? Killed a creature of God because she decided to whore herself out?”

“Don’t you dar-”

“Then you know what to do,” Lee drops the gun but his grip on Arvin’s face stays. “Or I’ll make sure you never see daylight again.” Then he pushes his face away. “Go.”

Arvin rubs his cheeks and get up, throwing the chair across his office. He gives Lee a dirty look and mutters, “This ain’t over.”

“We’ll see about that,” Lee mutters back, taking the gun out of his pocket. Arvin freezes in fear and realizes Lee was not playing around. The sound of a car pulling up disrupts Lee and he puts the gun back in his pocket.

“You got lucky this time boy, can’t say the same for the next.”

Bonus:

Lee was waiting outside in his car outside of the bar his sister Sandy works at. Memories of him picking up prostitutes replay in his mind. He unwraps a taffy and stuff it in his mouth before opening the door. He throws the wrapper on the ground, stepping over the red cup right next to it.

All commotion stopped when Lee stepped in. He scanned around the room looking for the person that mattered the most right now.

“Sheriff Bodecker, what can I help you with?” Carl walks over to Lee, shaking his shoulders. “Need to take a load off?”

Lee immediately shakes his head no, “No I uh got it covered at home. I came here because I need a favor.”

Carl looks around the room and nods to the empty booth in the corner of the bar. They walk over and settle in. Sandy sees Lee was talking with Carl and drops the glasses she was cleaning to go over.

“Lee, what are you doin’ here?” Sandy asks, sitting right next to Carl.

“I have a situation I need to take care of and I need your help.”

“What will we get out of it,” Carl asks, leaning back onto the booth.

“Something that I think-” Lee says, pulling out an envelope out of his leather jacket and throwing it on the table. “That you’ll enjoy,” Carl grabs the envelope and opens it revealing cash.

“What do you need?”

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[the-swedes-knees]

Time in A Bottle (Agent Mobius x Reader)

Summary: Everyone has a guilty pleasure. For Mobius, it's a slice of pie in a very specific slice of time.

Word Count: 1.8k

Located in the middle of Downtown, bordering on the corner of old-time druggies and newly gentrified condos was a moderate sized building with an exorbitant monthly rent. 

It was a theme restaurant, if the theme was 'we opened in 1953 and we'll be damned if we change the decor'- done up in chrome and frosted glass windows that clashed against the surrounding brick and mortar. The neon sign bearing the establishment's name had burnt out years ago, but it wasn't the type of place one would seek out.

Unless you were Mobius, that is.

[09:45:00]

Technically, he shouldn't be here.

His unit was nearly a mile out, or, more accurately, they would be within the hour. Dates like this, where a simple flap of a fat pigeon's wing could ripple into Nexus event after Nexus event had a name. A proper designation in their severity and frequency of necessary resets.

But he just always referred to them as 'a real pickle'.

You glance up at the front door as the brass bell affixed to the frame jingles loudly. The man that enters looks around the place before making eye contact with you and smiles. He points to the empty bar and you nod your head.

Once you finish refilling the other customer's drink, you see that he's made himself comfortable in the middle stool.

"Hey there." You greet from the opposite side of the counter. He offers a sheepish greeting in response as you set a water down in front of him, balancing a plastic straw on the rim of the glass. "Can I start you off with some coffee? Just made a fresh pot."

"That'd be great, thanks."

You place the mug and matching saucer in front of him and pour. For a moment you look up at him, and he's smiling a very genuine smile- something very rare these days.

As soon as it's full to the brim you're reaching under the counter and grabbing a clean glass sugar pourer, placing it right next to his cup.

"How'd you know?"

"Customer service intuition, I guess." He thanks you before unfurling the napkin containing his flatware. Like someone with real proper manners, he drapes the napkin over one of his legs before stirring an ample amount of sugar into his drink.

You can't help but notice just how much he fits in to the whole aesthetic with his well fitted brown suit and slim tie. New York offered a multiplicity of personalities, and you'd become quite numb to anything and everything that would walk through that door.

Yet, someone about this man was intriguing, familiar in a way. Like in the past life he was a PI that you hired to confirm your husband's affair.

Both a confidant, and a stranger.

"Feel free to take your time, but, do you know what you'd like?" You note his closed menu pushed to the side. He raises his eyebrows and nods while mid-sip, and you pull out a notepad and pen from your apron.

"Sure do, could I get two slices?" He points the vintage rotating pie cooler to your left and specifies his selection.

Easy enough. You put two generous slices onto separate plates, and he declines your offer of whipped cream or ice cream on top.

"Good choice, this one's my favorite."

"You don't say." The knowing twinkle in his eye wasn't noticed as you busied yourself with refilling his coffee. He holds his hands up in mock defeat and sighs. "Well, I guess you'll have to join me." The ceramic scraped against the quartz tabletop as he pushed one of the plates across the bar, directly opposite himself.

"I'm on the clock-"

"Don't worry, another customer doesn't come in for-" He pauses to flex his arm, riding his jacket sleeve up just enough to check his wristwatch. "12 minutes and 43 seconds."

[09:52:16]

"Am I supposed to trust you on that?" You raise an eyebrow, and his only response is a slight head tilt and pushing the second slice a nudge closer to you.

It wasn't every day courteous men offered you a break in the form of your favorite desert. Your face screwed up in contemplation as you looked at the only other two patrons in the diner before giving in and grabbing a second set of flatware. "Well, it is slow-"

"For a Friday?" He has another bite before setting down his fork and dabbing at his face with his napkin.

"Is it Friday already?" You sigh, bent over the counter to take a bite of the pie. Delicious as ever. "Hardly feels like it, all the days are melding together."

"I think this one will stand out."

"What is the date, anyway?"

"May 4th." You make a hum of acknowledgement and he gives you a lopsided grin. "2012, incase you forgot the year too."

"I'll mark it in my calendar," You laugh, using your hand to cover your mouth as you continue to chew. "'The Day I Met-'"

"Mobius." He introduces himself, extending his hand over the counter and you shake it. His grip is firm, authoritative. Before you can reply with your own name, he refers to you by it while maintaining perfect eye contact.

You can't explain why, but it feels so right when he says it. Like it was perfectly made to be pronounced in his charming Texan drawl with just the faintest hint of gravel.

While you're fixed in a stunned silence his eyes deliberately dart to the lapel of your uniform. You follow his gaze and laugh at yourself for neglecting that you were indeed wearing a nametag.

"So Mobius... like, from maths?"

"Yeah, like math." He eyes his untouched water and picks up the plastic straw. His fingers move carefully, removing the straw from the perorated paper. You watch with curiosity as the man twists the paper once and pinches the two ends together with his thumb and index finger.

Mobius holds his opposite hand out to you, confident, waiting. With a bemused smile you allow him to guide your hand. His skin is warm, presumably from the way he had cradled his coffee mug, but it's comforting in a way. His rough hand guides you, your finger tracing the geometry of the paper-straw shape.

"A path that twists and turns... but always ends back at the same spot."

"I wasn't very good at math." You admit, and gesture around as if working in a place like this was a testament to that fact. "Why does it matter that it always ends where it began?"

"Well, that all depends on perspective. Maybe it doesn't matter. But to the one who observes it, it makes all the difference." You quirk an eyebrow, silently pressing him to elaborate. "Maybe that point's... where you got your first kiss, the feeling when your favorite football team scores a winning touchdown, a perfect sunset-"

Mobius catches himself trailing off, and looks down at his plate. He puts another bite onto his fork and cheers it to you.

"Or having pie in good company."

You look around the mostly empty diner before bracing your arms against the counter, leaning in as if you were to whisper some great secret.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a bit odd?"

[09:59:06]

"No-" His eyes crinkle as he laughs. "No, that's a new one. But you find it charming." He winked, actually winked, and leaned back in his stool, smirking into his coffee.

Your fork was halfway to your mouth as your just stared at him, frozen. You feel your mouth open and close a few times as you try to think of a somewhat dignified response.

"How would you know that?"

"I just know things." He shrugged.

"Like what?" You challenged.

"How about, Paul- over there." You crane your head to follow his line of eye, your coworker currently bussing a table that had just left. "Worked in this place five years, loves Coke- from the glass bottle, nothing else. Has a girl on the Upper East Side and runs a decent sized internet radio station out of his apartment."

"You're one of his listeners." You narrowed your eyes at him, a perfectly reasonable explanation.

"Oh, no. Hyperpop... not my style."

"Alright, BBC Sherlock-" You countered. You give a subtle head tilt to a woman sitting in a far off booth, papers spread out on the table around her pancake combo. Whoever she was, she definitely wasn't a regular. "How about her?"

"Mrs. Braverman. Youngest of eight siblings, English teacher at the charter school up the avenue. Actually prefers imitation maple syrup to the real thing."

You know very well Mobius could be talking out of his ass. But he's confident, nonchalantly so- like this was a game to him and he was obviously winning.

"What about me?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Your anticipation is palpable as he swallows his final bite, taking the time to wipe his face of crumbs before smiling softly at you.

"You are... a poem of a person. Charming, capable, when you walk into a room people notice- even if you convince yourself that they don't." His gaze is steady, patient, and he's looking at you as if you're the only person in the universe. "You have big dreams, far beyond all... this... and you're gonna make it."

[10:04:59]

The sound of the door chime breaks you out of whatever hypnotic state you had found yourself in. Sucking in a breath and blinking away the very beginnings of tears in your eyes you tell the new customer to sit wherever they like.

Mobius took this chance to check his handheld, sighing at the time and the ever-growing slope of the branch variation.

The reset charge would be set soon, with or without him there.

"Look at that. Duty calls." He stands up and pulls a billfold from his jacket pocket, not even counting as he puts the cash down on the counter.

Mobius turns to leave, but hesitates. He turns back around to face you and places his hands on his hips. Allowing himself to play into the fleeting illusion just a tad longer.

"One more thing I know about you-" Mobius rubbed his chin in careful consideration. "You have a date tonight."

"Ah-" You wag your finger at him and shake your head side to side, "got one wrong."

"Did I? Ah- well... How about we change that?"

You pause. The plates you had been holding found their way back to the counter as you set them down slowly. Once again in a very short time span, he had left you speechless.

"That... was possibly the lamest pickup line I've ever heard." Though you mean it to be snarky, it sounds more like praise coming from your smiling lips. "I get off at 6:30."

"Alright." He looks perfectly pleased with himself as he lightly knocks on the counter with his fist. "It's a date."

Walking out the door, Mobius gave one last look at the diner before reporting to the event site.

He knew would see you again, always at 9:45.

[kaunis-sielu]

Fire Dogs

The fires had been blazing for weeks now, inching closer and closer to your home and firefighters were pouring in. You’d decided to stay, the fire was mostly moving away from town, thank god. The mayor had said that people who were willing to stay and help care for the hordes of firefighters pouring into town were appreciated. So even though you were a single Omega, you’d signed up. You could take in 2-6 firefighters depending on if they were willing to share a bed with one another and if you needed to sleep on the couch. You’d been assigned 3 men, all from New York City, one a Captain and all of them Alphas.

When you open the door as they walk up your sidewalk the first, a man with light hair and blue eyes, gives you a tight smile.

“Hi, welcome. I have a dog, is that okay?” The three men don’t even have to look at one another before all nodding yes. “Great, come on in.” You move out of the doorway and the three men come into the house.

“Thank you so much for opening your home to us.” The first man says, god he smells good, like sandalwood and lavender.

“It’s the least I could do.” You introduce yourself as your dog comes trotting into the room, Cooper’s tail wagging wildly. “But you can call me Fawn, and this is Cooper.”

“Sorry, I’m Steve Rogers, this is Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.” The first man says introducing himself and the two men with him.

“It’s a pleasure. I’ll show you guys to your rooms.” You lead them upstairs and show them each to a room. Bucky takes your first spare room, Sam the second and Steve is in the master.

“Buck, you’ve got third shift, Sam you’re on first and I’m on second.”

“Do we start today?” Bucky asks as you make your way downstairs, you were given a small packet for the guys, things you would need to know like allergies, presentation, emergency contacts and dietary restrictions. All three are simple, no dietary issues, no allergies, Alphas, Sam has his wife Carol as his emergency contact but Steve and Bucky, or James as he’s listed, both have Rebecca Barnes, Bucky’s sister.

You get started on dinner and Sam wanders down into the kitchen bringing his

“So, why didn’t you leave town?”

“Nowhere to go. And the fire is heading away from here so hopefully everything will stay away from town.”

“The smoke doesn’t bother you?”

“I mean it’s not great but as long as Coop and I are okay I plan on staying. I’ve got some stuff packed up in my car and ready to go but I just haven’t pulled the trigger yet.”

“That’s fair. We do really appreciate you doing this. Letting us stay here.” He’s got such a soothing presence about him that you forget he’s an Alpha until his scent washes over you.

“It’s the least I can do,” you tell him with a smile, “so what does first shift mean?”

“Oh, it’s the really early shift, like 4am. Steve will be out running a crew since he’s a Captain back home and he’s around 10am then Bucky is 4pm.”

“What will I need for you in the morning? Breakfast? Coffee? Energy bars?”

“Coffee would be great. I usually take it with milk.” You jot down coffee and milk on a sheet of paper.

“How do the other two take their coffee?”

“Barnes likes it black, like a psychopath and Steve likes it with cream and sugar so he can’t taste the coffee.” You laugh and jot down creamer.

“Any chance you know what kind of creamer he likes?”

“Caramel I think.”

“I can always ask him too. I’ll set the coffee to go off at 3:15 for you.”

“Thank you.” Sam says as he sits down at the island. “What are you making for dinner?”

“Spaghetti. I make the sauce from scratch, from the garden.”

“It smells great.”

“Thanks, should be about a half hour. I’ve got meatballs in the oven and will have some garlic bread and green beans from my garden too.”

“You’re going to spoil us huh?” He says with a grin and you laugh, hoping that your suppressants work like they’re supposed to and keep you presenting as a Beta.

“I don’t get to cook for others often so I’m being a little selfish. Let me know if you need anything from town or want me to get anything. I’ll go shopping for the week tomorrow.”

“Are they paying you to host us?”

“No, but I don’t mind getting you guys stuff.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, I wouldn’t offer if it was a problem.” You assure him and after studying you he nods.

“I’ll be sure to let the guys know.” You chat with Sam while you cook. You learn that his wife Carol is an Alpha and a doctor. The Alpha/Alpha pair is uncommon but if it works for them that’s wonderful. You also learn that he, Bucky and Steve served together and that Carol had outranked all three.

It seems that Steve has always been the one to lead their little trio, and when the smell of dinner lures him and Bucky down you include them in the conversation. Bucky, whose scent is oranges and cedar wood, is more chatty and flirty than Steve is but there’s this quiet strength about Steve that’s impossible not to notice.

Sam goes to bed immediately after dinner but Steve and Bucky stay up and watch the news with you. You set the coffee machine for Sam and leave him a note to help himself to anything he wants to eat. Then you bring Cooper outside, he wanders your wildfire lit backyard, the orange glow is spooky and the smell of smoke is thick in the air.

“Come on Coop, it’s bedtime.” You tell him leading him to the living room. Both Steve and Bucky are gone so you change into your pajamas and get ready for bed in the bathroom then head back to the couch where Cooper is laying dead center. “Move it Coop.” He grumbles but gets down, once you’re settled you let him back up on the couch between your feet.

You wake up as Sam closes the fridge.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He says softly. When he turns and sees you sitting up on the couch.

“No it’s okay.” You tell him as Cooper hops off of the couch. You follow him to the back door and let him out.

“Why are you sleeping on the couch?”

“They needed three more beds so I gave them three more beds.”

“We put you out of your room?” He asks with a small frown.

“I sleep more on the couch anyway, I usually fall asleep to one baking show or another.” You tell him with a sleepy smile, you hadn’t meant to tell them they’d taken all your beds but it was too late now.

“This is your home.”

“Seriously Sam don’t worry about it.” You say letting Cooper back into the house. “Be safe.”

“Thanks.” He says and you go back to bed on the couch.

The next time you wake it’s 9:00 and you want to make sure that you’ve got something ready for Bucky and Steve for breakfast so you get up. You feed Cooper then let him out again, if there wasn’t the fire you’d let him stay outside as long as he wanted. You sit down on the couch and pull your tablet into your lap. Cooper joins you on the couch as you start to draw your characters.

“Morning.” Steve’s voice is low and soft when he greets you.

“Good morning. There are pancakes, scrambled eggs, hash browns and bacon in the oven. The pans will be warm.”

“Thanks,” you hear him help himself to food and coffee then he comes out into the living room. “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Not at all. Don’t let Coop fool you into any food though.”

“No people food for him?”

“Just some fruit and veggies.” You tell him glancing up at the fire captain. “So Sam said you guys were on a 4-10-4 start time but what time are you all home?”

“We’re doing 12 hour shifts, so Sam and Buck don’t overlap but I will with both.”

“Okay, I’ll have dinner ready when you get back. Is there anything that I don’t have that you need? Sam said you liked a certain flavor of creamer.”

“The French vanilla is fine.”

“He said caramel?” You glance over at him again and he has this little shy smile on his face. “I don’t mind, I need to go get groceries anyway.”

“Caramel is my favorite.” He admits and you nod then get back to your drawing. He finishes his breakfast in silence then puts his dishes into the dishwasher, Steve heads back upstairs and you hear him finish getting ready before he comes back down.

“Be safe.”

“Thanks.” He says before closing the door softly behind him.

Bucky sleeps until almost noon, you’ve taken breakfast out of the oven and put it in the fridge. He somehow looks groggy still and you’re worried he didn’t sleep well.

“Good morning.”

“Morning. How are you?” His voice is low and husky.

“Good. Did you sleep okay?”

“Yea I slept great. I could still be asleep to be honest but I might get called in early.”

“Why?”

“There are less guys at base camp right now. Apparently a group of them had some trouble on the way? I don’t know but Steve called.”

“Breakfast is in the fridge if you wanna heat it otherwise I have lunch meat and stuff for sandwiches.”

“I love breakfast food.” He says making his way to the fridge. He starts a cup of coffee then opens the fridge.

You find out that Bucky is a chatter. Which is fine but you’re glad that you’re illustrating today rather than writing because there’s no way you’d be able to focus on writing. He asks you about living in the small town, how you ended up here, about your job, when he finds out you’re an author and illustrator of children’s books he promises to buy his niece a couple books. You tell him to leave his address and you’ll send him a signed copy of the one you’re working on, he excitedly does.

When he leaves at 3:30, not being called in early, you take a break and start on dinner. You want to make sure you’ve got food ready for Sam when he gets back.

Sam comes in at 4:45, Cooper barks excitedly and Sam sinks to the ground and Cooper immediately calms allowing Sam to wrap his arms around him. You don’t say anything, just continue to cook while Sam hugs Cooper to him. You hear him talking softly but you ignore him, whatever he’s saying to Coop is none of your business.

“I’m gonna go take a shower before I eat.” Sam says at full volume, the side of his face still pressed to Cooper’s side.

“That’s fine,” you assure him, “I’ve got about twenty minutes before the rice is done.”

“Okay.” He disappears then Cooper comes wandering into the kitchen. You give him a couple of treats and tell him what a good boy he is.

Sam eats in silence then goes up to his room, you’re pretty sure he goes to bed by 7 but after the day he’s had you can’t blame him.

At 10 you start reheating food for when Steve comes in. Sure enough, 10:30 rolls in and so does Steve. Cooper greets Steve with a wagging tail, Steve gives him a little pat and heads upstairs. You hear the shower turn on and after around 10 minutes Steve is back dropping down on the couch as Cooper puts a head in his lap. Steve absently pets Cooper and you place a plate of food in front of him.

“Thank you.” His tired eyes meet yours and he gives you a little half smile.

“It’s the least I can do.” You tell him sincerely. Cooper stays with his head in Steve’s lap until Steve goes upstairs to bed. You set up your bed on the couch and set your alarm for 3:30 in the morning so you can get food heated for Bucky and coffee and food started for Sam.

You fall asleep still smelling Steve on your couch.

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