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usatrendy · 2 months ago
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Walz’s for Trump Shirt
Nebraska Walz for Trump Apparel – Show Your Support in Style
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godisarepublican · 4 months ago
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wellnesswhisperss · 1 month ago
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gearteeshop · 12 days ago
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Garbage For Trump Make America Great Again 2024 Shirt
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tee-shop21 · 11 months ago
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teespring-shopping · 11 months ago
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noisycowboyglitter · 1 year ago
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Free Trump Tshirt: Show Your Support for the 45th President. 
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brunchable · 1 month ago
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Pregnancy Pillow vs Captain America
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Pairings: Dad-to-be Steve Rogers x Pregnant Reader. Themes/Summary:Light-hearted. Steve is feeling lonely on his side of the bed, and it's the pregnancy pillow's fault. A/N: I haven't been giving Steve some love lately. . . so here a cute little oneshot of how he will react when y/n brings out the pregnancy pillow. I don't own any of the images ya'll credits to their owners.
tags: @mrsevans90 @haruvalentine4321
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Steve comes out of the ensuite after his shower, his white t-shirt clinging to his body and hair damp. He throws you an easy smile, the kind that makes his blue eyes crinkle at the corners, as he heads towards the bedroom. But the moment he steps inside, he halts mid-stride, staring at the bed like it’s personally offended him.
There it is again: the pregnancy pillow. An immovable, unforgiving barricade that now divides your once-cozy bed like a dam, stretching from one end to the other. Steve tilts his head, squinting at it as if that might reduce its size.
He throws his hands on his hips and sighs dramatically. 
“You know, I fought Hydra,” he says, voice dripping with exasperation. “I’ve been through hell and back. But this—” he gestures to the pillow, “—is the one enemy I can’t seem to defeat.”
You burst into laughter from your side of the bed, propped up by a series of other pillows meant to cushion every conceivable ache or discomfort. “Steve, it’s a pillow.”
“It’s a monstrosity,” he argues. “It’s like the Great Wall of China, but made out of—” he pokes at it cautiously, like it might snap back at him, “—fluffy foam and… whatever this is.” He groans, flopping down onto his side of the bed with a huff.
“Pregnancy pillows are supposed to be supportive,” you say in an exaggeratedly sweet tone, rolling your eyes.
“Supportive?” He scoffs, attempting to squeeze his hand through the tiny gap between the pillow and your hip. “It’s so supportive I need to make an appointment to get within three feet of my wife.”
You press your lips together, trying not to laugh as you watch him contort, his long arms flailing. “I know it’s not ideal, but I need it, Steve.”
“Why does it have to be so big?” He sounds like a sullen child, tugging at the end of the pillow like he’s considering wrestling it out of the bed entirely. “Can’t they make a smaller one? One that doesn’t make me feel like I’m living on the opposite side of the planet?”
You shake your head. “Trust me, if there were a way to make it smaller and still work, I’d be using it.”
Steve finally manages to get a bit of his arm over the pillow’s edge, his fingers barely brushing your shoulder. He lets out a soft noise of triumph, and then—he leans in close, his forehead almost bumping the pillow’s fabric. 
“Hey,” he murmurs, as if the pillow itself is an eavesdropper. “Wanna come over to my side?”
Your laugh breaks out fully then. “Are you trying to seduce me over a pillow, Rogers?”
“Absolutely,” he deadpans, his face all faux-seriousness. He wiggles his eyebrows and purses his lips. “I’ve got ‘plenty’ of space over here, you know. Might be a little lonely, though. Could use some company.”
You lean back into the pillow, giggling at the sight of this fully-grown super soldier pouting at a piece of fabric. “I’m not crawling over this thing. You’ll just have to wait until the baby’s born.”
Steve blinks, his face crumpling in over-the-top shock. “Wait. Until the baby is born? That’s months away!”
“Yup.” You nod solemnly, enjoying the way his mouth drops open.
“Months?” He repeats, shaking his head as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “I’m supposed to be a dad in a few months and I can’t even get a hug?”
You finally give in, shifting to face him. 
“C’mere, you big baby.” With some maneuvering, you manage to reach over the pillow, clasping his face between your hands. He grins triumphantly and leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed as if it’s the greatest victory he’s ever won.
Steve kisses your palm, peeking an eye open at the pillow. “We’re not done yet, pillow,” he mutters dramatically, earning another peal of laughter from you.
He straightens and stares at the pillow again, rubbing his chin like he’s trying to come up with a strategy. “Maybe… I can find a way to make this work.”
“Oh really?” you tease. “You’re gonna outsmart a pillow?”
“Absolutely.” He nods firmly. “If I can’t get past it, I’ll just have to—” With sudden determination, Steve heaves his leg over the top of the pillow, straddling it awkwardly like he’s mounting a wild horse. You raise an eyebrow, biting back a grin.
“Steve—”
He shushes you, waving a hand. “Shh. Let me have this.”
You watch, thoroughly amused, as he tries to maneuver his entire body over the pillow without crushing it—or falling off the bed. He flops, shifts, and mutters curses under his breath, but finally—finally—he makes it to your side, lying beside you with a triumphant smirk.
“See?” he pants, a little out of breath. “I did it.”
“Wow,” you say, clapping lightly. “Captain America, conqueror of pillows.”
“Damn right.” He beams at you, his face flushed from the exertion. “Now…” He reaches for you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close, despite the awkward angle. His hand, large and warm, comes to rest gently on your rounded stomach. His thumb makes slow circles over the fabric of your nightshirt, brushing against the small rise. The smile that spreads across his face is soft, almost reverent. 
“Hey there, little one.”
The teasing, playful glint in his eyes fades to something softer, more intense as he gazes down at your belly. His palm splays wide, covering the bump entirely, and he rubs with a featherlight touch. You feel the familiar flutter of movement beneath his hand, and Steve’s entire face lights up.
“Did you feel that?” He whispers, eyes wide with wonder, his breath catching.
You nod, your hand covering his, sharing the moment with him. “That’s your baby, Steve.”
He swallows hard, blinking away the sudden moisture in his eyes as he continues to trace gentle patterns on your skin. “I can’t believe it,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “I can’t believe… this is happening.”
Your heart aches at the vulnerability in his voice, the raw emotion he’s never been able to hide from you. “You’re going to be a wonderful dad.”
He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Only because you’re going to be an amazing mom,” he murmurs against your skin. His hand lingers on your stomach, his fingers spreading as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of it.
The baby shifts again, and Steve lets out a soft laugh, a sound filled with awe. “I’m pretty sure this little one already loves you more than anyone else.”
“And what about you?” you tease, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.
He shrugs, eyes still fixed on your stomach. “I’ll just have to win them over.” He glances up, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. “Starting with getting rid of this pillow.”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Nice try, Captain. It stays.”
He sighs dramatically but leans down to kiss your belly one more time. “Okay, okay, you win,” he mutters, though the smile on his face is nothing short of blissful. “For now.”
You lean back, resting your hand atop his, and the two of you stay like that for a while—Steve murmuring quiet promises to the baby, his fingers drawing lazy circles over your belly. Even with the pillow still stubbornly wedged between you, it’s one of the most intimate moments you’ve ever shared.
Steve might be fighting a losing battle against the Great Pillow, but right now, with his hand on your stomach and your laughter filling the room, he’s never felt closer to you.
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f1fnatic · 5 months ago
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WELCOME TO MIAMI ⤿ l. sargeant 22
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→ ( in which. . . ) you are alex's little (half) sister. after inviting you as a guest to the miami grand prix, his teammate falls head over heels. part 1 of ?
→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) smau
→ ( face claim. . . ) momona tamada + pictures from pinterest/instagram
→ ( pairing. . . ) logan sargeant x fem!reader
→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) cursing, fluff, alex trying as a wingman
→ ( author's note. . . ) back again and with another smau! this is my play on he fell first/she fell harder. also, this is to set the plot, part 2 will explore the relationship! i hope you enjoy! see end for more
→ ( masterlist )
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williamsracing hey siri, play welcome to miami by will smith 🎵😎🍹
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alex_albon see you soon 🙈🙈
y/nalbonnn i cant believe you 🙄
alex_albon you're welcomeeee
lilymhe cant wait to see u !!
y/nalbonnn so excited <3 !!
user5 👀
yourbff i am in your luggage 🫢
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alex_albon hehehe 😈
lilymhe surprise!!!! 🎊
y/nalbonnn you guys are so sneaky 🙁
logansargeant cant wait to meet you! y/nalbonnn reacted 💞 to this message
yourbff cant say im surprised
y/nalbonnn me either 🙄
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y/nalbonnn need a better tour guide :/
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alex_albon hey 🙁
y/nalbonnn i said what i said.
yourbff stunning!
y/nalbonnn all you babes!
landonorris slowly converting you to mclaren
alex_albon no she already spends enough time over there
user6 shes so pretty
user19 where did you get that shirt?
y/nalbonnn i thrifted it :) !
user65 hope you're having fun!
lilymhe you can run me over and i wouldn't be mad 🤷��‍♀️
y/nalbonnn GIRL RUN ME OVER
yourfriend1 pretty girl! liked by y/nalbonnn
georgerussell63 great seeing you again y/n! liked by y/nalbonnn
lilymhe you busy later ???
y/nalbonnn not anymore
alex_albon what the hell 📸😓
logansargeant i can show you around
y/nalbonnn that be nice
user51 mr america shooting his shot ???
user87 i think he took some lessons from mr lando norizz
landonorris i am way better at flirting than that
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idk what is happening but another fic done! this one was super fun to make, i had a great time :D anyways, if you would like to be on the taglist, comment!!! requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well (only if you want :P)
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sassypossum · 5 days ago
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You're Welcome
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Steve Rogers x Reader ~ Meet Cute
Reader wears glasses: everyone suffers from social awkwardness, Bucky makes a cameo appearance
“Just great.” You grumbled to yourself. Placing your hands on your hips you craned your neck to squint at the chips on the top shelf. “Of course, they’d move my brand to the top shelf.” With a sigh you laid your purse in your shopping buggy and rolled up your sleeves. Looking both ways to make sure no one was coming you crouched and gave your hips a little warm up wiggle.
“Where there's a will there's a way.” Taking a deep breath, you pushed off the ground, and you just barely brushed the bag with your fingers. Landing on the balls of your feet you shoved a hand roughly through your hair and huffed.
"Excuse me?” A gentle voice broke through your frustration.
“Oh!” Covering your mouth with one hand the other quickly flew to your heart as you flinched. Patting your chest, you narrowed your eyes and turned to find the owner of the voice. “You can’t just come up on someone,” The words dried up on your tongue when you were met with the bluest eyes you’d ever seen. No, that wasn’t quite true. It wasn’t the hue of his eyes that was so striking, it was the subtle hint of something that was dancing just on the edge of description.
“Ma’am?” The stranger was staring at you intently, concern punctuating his furrowed brow.
“Hm?” Your eyes had drifted from his eyes down to his insanely built frame before drifting back towards his face. Slowly your vision cleared, and to your utter horror you realized you’d been gawking. Snapping your mouth shut, you shook your head and coughed. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”
“Are you alright?”
“Oh, dandy!” Closing your eyes, you winced at the crack in your voice. Cracking open one eye, you noticed he was still staring at you in concern. Clearing your throat, you opened your eyes and turned your attention back towards the top shelf. He followed your eyeline.
“Were you trying to reach those?” He nodded towards the chips.
“Yeah, some genius stock person thinks we’re all giraffes.” The stranger chuckled. For some reason, the warm sound sent a fuzzy feeling spreading through your body. Reaching up, he easily swiped a bag from the top shelf and held it out to you.
“Here you go.” Gingerly you took the extended offering, averting your eyes in the hopes that he wouldn’t notice that you’d practically been gaping again.
“Thanks,” Pausing you realized you didn’t even know his name. Folding your arms around the chips, you glanced back up at him. “I don’t know your name.” The stranger tugged on the brim of his baseball cap and coughed. Tilting your head to the side you considered him. For some reason he seemed awfully familiar.
“Steve.” He said quietly. With a gasp you clutched the bag tighter, and your eyes flew open as it all began to make sense. No wonder he looked familiar, this was none other than Captain America.
“Steve as in Steve Rogers?” You inched closer in interest. Steve’s face flushed and he took a step back. One never to be deterred by social etiquette, you inched closer still with a growing smile.
“Ma’am, please.” Steve’s voice had taken on a pleading tone, and it only took a moments observation to realize that you had him practically pinned against the shelving behind him. Quickly you took several steps back to give him breathing room. With a sigh, Steve brushed an invisible wrinkle from his shirt and righted his hat. Entirely unintentionally, you inched closer towards him again.
“Mr. Captain America Rogers, sir, can I ask you a question?”
 Steve froze internally at the look in your eyes. He’s seen that look so many times before. And the questions. Always something about the suit, the shield, ‘a day in the life of captain america’, or heaven forbid, some lewd intimations about the… effects of the serum. Still, he didn’t want to seem rude, and so, he steeled himself and gave you a cordial smile.
“Ask away.” His placid expression wavered slightly at the way you quickly looked in both directions before giving him a sly smile and inching even closer. His attention flitted to the poor chip bag in your arms, well not so much a chip bag anymore. Bag of confetti would be a more apt description.
“Mr. Captain America Rogers sir,” Pushing your glasses up your nose, you looked up at him excitedly. Steve fidgeted and folded his arms.
“Please, Steve is fine.” Your smile only grew. You almost chuckled at the unease in his expression when you inched closer.
“Steve, was Don Ameche really as good looking in person as he was on the screen?” Steve stared back at you blankly.
“Don Ameche?” Steve raised a brow at your eager nodding. “I never had the chance to meet him.” At the way your smile faltered, he continued. “Now, the dames really seemed to like Clark Gable.”
“You met Clark Gable?!” Without thinking you reached out excitedly and grabbed his arm, before quickly releasing him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Cap, Steve.” You sputtered, wrapping your arms soundly around your bag of chip dust. Steve glanced first from his arm back into your eyes.
“Do you want a different bag?” His eyes dipped towards the bag as if to punctuate his question.
“Oh,” You clutched the bag closer, feeling how broken up the remnants were. Meeting his eye, you chuckled. “Yeah, these are kinda flat.” Steve turned and retrieved another bag.
“Here you go.” He handed you the second bag. Reaching for the second bag you dropped the first, and when you bent to reach for it, you none too gently bumped foreheads with Steve Rogers, or as you’d come to lovingly call him, rock head.
“Ow!” Forgetting the bag, you shot up rubbing an already appearing lump on your forehead. Steve reached out to touch your forehead gently.
"You okay?" 
"Yeah, boy did that hurt." Looking up, your breath caught in your throat at how close you were to those gorgeous eyes. "You have lovely eyes." You blurted out and instantly wished the floor would turn into quicksand." Steve coughed, and stepped away from you like you were a burning stove. 
Ping.
Ping.
Steve rubbed his forehead and glanced up at you before checking his phone.
Bucky: get her number, punk.  
Pocketing his phone, Steve looked around quickly, taking notice of Bucky standing at the end of the aisle with a smug grin. Narrowing his eyes, Steve motioned for Bucky to go away. The last thing Steve wanted was for him to try getting involved. Bucky shrugged and made his way towards where you were. Steve groaned.
“Hey, Stevie, I was wondering what was taking you so long.” At the sound of a new voice, you snapped to attention and whirled around. Standing next to Steve was a slightly shorter, but no less attractive brown-haired man. The new man gave you a smirk and held out his hand palm up. “Names James, but friends call me Bucky.” You flushed at the casual wink he tossed you.
“Y/N.” You found yourself saying as you reached out to take his hand. Giving it several firm shakes you tried to pull back, but Bucky merely raised your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back. Steve cleared his throat, causing Bucky to glance at him before releasing your hand. Steve stood to the side arms folded, giving Bucky a clearly annoyed expression.
“Well, I hate to break up this party,” Bucky clasped a hand around Steve’s shoulder and gave you a smile. “But, unfortunately we’re running late.” Squeezing his friend's shoulder, he regarded you again. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N, hope to see more of you.” Turning to pass Steve, he leaned in and lowered his voice. “If you don’t get her number, I’ll as her for you.” Steve flushed, and Bucky clapped him on the back with a chuckle. “Hurry up, punk.” This was said loudly enough for even you to hear. Both you and Steve watched Bucky swagger off towards the produce department.
“Well, I don’t want to keep you,” You said, turning to look at Steve. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth, but you cut him off, reaching for your bag. “Thanks again, Steve, you know, for the assistance.”
“Don’t mention it.” Steve gave you a lopsided grin and rubbed the back of his neck.
“See you around, Steve.” He nodded and watched you walk away.
Ping.
Ping.
Steve closed his eyes and groaned. It wasn’t the right time. He was still stinging from his last break up. You seemed like a nice lady, he didn’t want to inevitably hurt you. It didn’t make sense.
Ping.
Ping.
“Make a move, Rogers.” He muttered to himself. When Steve opened his eyes, you were gone. Feeling his stomach drop towards his feet, he quickly made his way to the end of the aisle in time to see you standing in one of the checkout lines, talking to Bucky. Before he could take another step, Bucky turned away from you with a wave and made his way to Steve. You glanced down at your phone.
Ping.  Steve whipped his phone out of his pocket.
You: Hi. Looking in your direction, he saw you give him a warm smile before turning back around in line. Bucky snatched the wilted bag of chips out of his hand and clapped him on the back.
“You’re welcome, Steve.”
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credince--writes · 2 years ago
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Scary Dog
You need a new printer. Sometimes you need to bring negotiation aids.
Useless, shitty little one-shot because I need something else to work on.
Konig x Medic!Reader
Scary dog privileges
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Your pen tapped against the desk you sat at. The smell of sanitizer and printer ink was fresh on your nose.
And, well your skin too.
That goddamn printer, it was always breaking, half of the time you thought it would just catch fire.
It would be easier that way if it just did, then you'd be able to get a new one.
But, alas, you weren't the head bitch of the armed-with-alcohol-pads crew. That lovely position was reserved by Lud.
All the other doctors lovingly refer to him as Dud.
Because that is what he is.
A Dud.
A lazy, selfish, piece of-
You were getting sidetracked.
He would always deny your requests for a new printer, and at this point, it was a hindrance to your job.
The black ink splattered all over you, staining your shirt and skin was proof of that.
You prided yourself in your work,
your efficiency.
Your ability to get the things others couldn't get done, done.
Just so happened that because of this, you got the....
How could you phrase it?
Well,
you got the scary dogs.
They were big, and they looked mean as hell.
But all it took was a threatening glance and they were rolling over showing their soft puppy bellies to her.
Maybe it was the dum dums you brought back from America to give them as a treat for being a good patient.
"That's it!" You slapped your hands on your desk, throwing the muddled papers scatted across the floor as you swiped your arms across the desk.
All of the papers were useless, all thanks to that fucking printer.
Stomping out of your little office, you made your way through the hallway and into the main living space for the team.
"I need a dog!" You yell, catching everyone in the space's attention.
"What?" One of the men ask.
You promptly ignore him, scanning the room and walking- angrily - might you add to find the perfect scary dog.
"A big- scary fucking dog!" You flail your arms in the air.
And your eyes landed on him.
Oh.
He'd do.
He'd do just fine.
"König." You call out, sickly sweet.
He was already staring at you, giving you a cautious glance.
"Did you fight an octopus, doctor?" He asks.
His accent, it was thick.
Just like the rest of him, you suppose.
Music to your ears.
"Would you please accompany me to Doctor Dud?"
He stands, lifting his body to its natural heigh, towering above you.
Perfect.
"Is everything alright?"
"I just need you... to be my big scary dog." You smile.
That smile could make him do horrible things.
"Uh...?" He asks, confused.
"Be intimidating. Be my persuasion, can you do that for me? Please König?" You bat your eyelashes- not too much. A subtle blink or so.
His name falling off your lips.
He had to catch himself for falling forward as he zoned out, looking down at you as you so sweetly begged for his presence.
"Of course." He nodded.
"Great!" You grinned, that evil toothy Cheshire smile.
Pulling him along- not this his long stride took up two of yours- you stood outside of Dud's office. Knocking on the door twice, you pushed the door open and made eye contact with him.
He never really took the time to work with the special teams.
They were a little rowdy for him.
"What do I owe the pleasure....." His voice trailed off, looking up and meeting the narrow, deadly gaze of König.
"Oh, I think the printer is on the fritz again!" You laughed lightly, innocently.
Oh, how evil.
"... I can see that." He said.
"I think it would be best if I just got the new printer." You said, tilting your head to the side. "You see, König was in my office but he can't go about his day until his paperwork gets finished!" You laughed.
"Well... I don't think a new one is in the cards right now-"
"Oh no!" You fake pouted. "I'd hate to cause your mission to delay König." She glances up at him.
His eyes were fixed on Dud.
His presence loomed.
It was as if he sucked the heat from the room, leaving the air in a suffocating freeze.
"Oh- well-" Dud stammers.
"We wouldn't want to cause any inconveniences to König here, would we?" You ask innocently.
Dud swears that a red glint flashes in König's eyes.
"Of course not!" He all but heaves out, sweat collecting on his brow.
"So, new printer?" You ask happily.
"I'll have it brought down right away."
"Great!" You smile, turn, and quickly walk out of the door.
König doesn't move, opting to leave an impression by standing there in silence a few seconds longer, staring into his soul.
"König!" You call.
His head snaps back, releasing him from his trance. He spins on his heel and quickly exits the room, tailing you.
Man, maybe next you could get new linens!
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azriona · 7 days ago
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Coffee Thievery
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Pre-Bucky/Reader, ~500 words, Rated Gen (it's a meet-cute, guys, keep your clothes on). Set in the Not a Fairy Tale Kiss 'verse but not necessary to read that to enjoy this very fluffy ficlet. Today is Election Day and I wanted to give you a little bit of fluff on what is sure to be a stressful day. Please remember to vote if you're eligible and take care of yourselves! No coffee was harmed or spilled in the making of this ficlet.
Summary: It is a perfectly normal morning in Avengers Tower, and you are on a perfectly normal mission to steal Clint’s coffee, when a complication turns up at the breakfast table.
Read it on AO3 or just read it here!
The op is going perfectly when you realize you’ve been made.
It’s not your fault. Everything had been going exactly to plan: Clint’s coffee is sitting on the table, exactly where he always puts it. He’s forgotten the sugar – again, it’s a very reliable failing – and it’s not on the table like it usually is because you made sure of that as soon as you’d gotten back from the mission the night before.
So Clint’s digging in the deep well that is the pantry, trying to find the sugar, and you’re sneaking around the side like Indiana Jones, and that’s when you realize that it’s not just Clint in the pantry and Natasha on the couches reading her book.
It’s also the guy sitting at the other end of the table, holding his own mug of something and frowning at you like he’s about to blow your cover.
He’s cute, especially with his nose wrinkled like that, all frowny-faced. His hair’s dark brown and tucked behind his ears, like he normally wears it short but has missed a haircut or three, and you can tell even from here that his eyes are the bluest blue to ever blue. He’s wearing layers of soft cotton shirts and a strange shiny glove on one hand and he’s so clean-shaven you can see the slightly reddened skin, as if it’s been a while and he couldn’t wait another minute.
A little disappointing; a bit of stubble would probably look good on him. Contemplating how he would look more disheveled is probably why you’re distracted from your goal long enough to let him open his mouth, like he’s about to announce your presence.
You quickly start motioning to him Stop stop stop! Shut up shut up shut up! Slashing at your throat, one finger over your mouth, mouthing no no no, the works.
He stares at you, still incredulous, mouth open, before turning to look at Natasha.
Natasha looks up, looks at you, looks at Mysterious But Adorable, shrugs, and turns a page in her book.
MBA just looks back at you, still incredulous, but you grin and ease forward to slowly remove your goal from the table.
You’re already at the door to the stairwell for your exit when you hear Clint talking.
“We need to order more—fuck. Barnes! I thought you were watching my coffee!”
“I was,” says MBA – Barnes, apparently.
Barnes. Oh. It clicks.
“You were.”
“Yeah, I watched it as someone came in here, took it, and left again.”
“You…” Clint’s sputtering now.
“She went to the elevators,” offers Barnes helpfully, “if you want to try to catch her.”
“That little minx, I’m gonna—”
The door to the stairwell (conveniently on the other side of the floor from the elevators) closes quietly behind you so you can’t hear the rest of the exchange.
Which is really kind of too bad, because if that was James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, fabled war hero, Captain America’s best friend, and just-returned-last-night-from-that-mission-no-one’s-telling-you-about, then he totally had your six and you kinda want to thank him.
(With your tongue. No no, bad thought, put that away, the guy was a brainwashed assassin for decades, you are absolutely Not Allowed to think about a teammate like that, nopity nope.)
(Well. Maybe once would be okay.)
It’s gonna be a great day, you think cheerfully, as you take a sip of Clint’s coffee and head down to Tony’s lab.
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heich0e · 2 years ago
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take it easy baby, make it last all night - iwaizumi hajime/f!reader (1.5k) tags: cali!iwa, college!iwa, tit worship, dry humping, mentioned cumming in pants, no actual sex (sorry fellas), bi iwa is canon and if you disagree you're a coward xo!
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT - 18+
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iwaizumi's biggest culture shock when he moves from japan to california for school isn't the different language, the heat, or even the party culture at UCI. 
it's the SKIN.
hajime has never stopped to consider the conservative conventions of his home country at any great length, since it's all he's ever known. but suddenly he's in sunny SoCal, and everywhere he looks he's met with glimpses of exposed skin—of parts of strangers' bodies he never thought he'd see. 
it flusters him at first; never quite sure where to look when he's speaking to a girl in a low-cut crop top, or a guy he meets out on a jog who'd forgone a shirt. but he acclimatizes to it eventually. comes to appreciate it in many ways, too.
take the humble tube top, for instance.
sure he likes bikinis, and mini skirts, and those skimpy skin-tight dresses girls wear on nights out. he likes those tiny running shorts that ride up on the track teams thighs when they go out for runs on campus near the athletics building, muscle tees cut low under the arms that the guys at the gym wear, or those grey-sweatpants whose infamy hajime has come to understand.
but there's something about tube tops that he just adores.
or, at least, something about you wearing one.
he's been watching you quietly for most of the night, flitting around the party like you normally do, nursing your drink in small sips to make it last. your tube top clings snugly to your chest, and fuck he's pretty sure you're not even wearing a bra underneath it. he watches the way your body moves, the way the top moves with it. the way your tits lift and settle again, pretty and soft, each time you subtly adjust the top with a little tug. 
you gravitate towards him in intervals throughout the night, like a moth to a flame.
that's another thing hajime's come to like about america: no one bats an eye at PDA.
you sit comfortably in his lap on the sofa at the house party, playing with his fingers where his hand rests on your thigh. your body is warm. his body is warm. the party's crowded, the little house off campus jammed with students and driving the temperature up, but still he keeps you exactly where you are with his arm looped around your waist.
"hey," you say, peeking back at him over your shoulder after a while of idly tracing your fingertips along his knuckles. "you having fun?"
he is, but probably not for the reasons you think. he couldn't care less about the merriment around him: the happiest he's been all night are the moments where you've drifted back within arm's reach. he nods anyway.
you pout a little, and it surprises him.
"you wanna get outta here?" he asks curiously, picking up on your unvoiced disappointment. your eyes watch his lips as they shape the question, and then flicker back up to his.
"yeah."
the first year hajime spent in california, he lived in a tiny UCI dorm. the second, he moved into a small apartment off campus with some friends he'd met at school. the apartment isn't luxurious by any stretch of the imagination. it's austere; spartanly decorated; and with four college-age boys living in it, it isn't always the tidiest place. but one thing he appreciates about his living arrangement is that on a friday night, the place is usually empty.
not to mention it has a double bed.
hajime has you sprawled across it almost as soon as the two of you stumble through his bedroom door. you laugh a little at his eagerness as you tip back onto the mattress, bouncing lightly atop the padded springs, and then he's crawling in overtop of you, pressing his mouth against yours.
he's greedy as he kisses you, like he's making up for all the times he thought about it while he watched you that night from afar. his hands are just as intrepid, drifting along your body in careful but keen grazes and gropes. everything about you is so soft—it makes his head spin how delicate every part of you he touches feels. the soft swells of your curves, the silkiness of your skin, the little sounds he pulls from you when the presses against the places you like most.
he leans back on his knees, poised between your parted thighs as you lay flat on your back underneath him, and finally—after hours of praising its very existence—hajime tugs down the neckline of your tube top.
your chest spills out as the thin material is drawn away by a single finger looped under the edge as leverage. as your skin, all of your skin, is bared to him, hajime finds himself once again so so pleased with his decision to study abroad. 
god bless america has never rung so true.
"fuck, you're so pretty," hajime groans, cupping a hand around each of your tits and pressing them together. you laugh but it's a breathy sound, more air than anything. his thumbs skim gently against the edges of your nipples, working them into stiff little peaks. after a moment, he dips down and catches one in his mouth, closing his lips around it so his tongue can take up the task.
he continues like this for a while, alternating between each breast, switching from his hands to his mouth as he lavishes your skin with attention and sates the thirst that had built throughout the evening. when he opts to use his hands, his mouth quickly finds its way to somewhere else, keeping itself occupied—your collarbones, your throat, your jaw, your lips. he kisses every inch of you that he can reach, but pays special attention to any little freckle or mark he finds along his way, dragging the tip of his tongue against them like he's savouring the taste of them most.
the two of you have been grinding lazily against each other while he devours you. iwa’s straddling one of your trembling thighs, his knee pressed firmly against the seam of your tiny denim shorts, and his painfully hard cock is pinned against your hip as he holds himself up over you. your tube top is still rucked down around your ribs, and iwa’s own t-shirt had been hastily tugged off over his head at some point during the excitement.
"hajime," you pant, tugging against the short hair at his nape as he suckles a bruise into the top of your left breast. he draws back only enough to meet your eyes, though his are unfocused and heavy-lidded, and his warm breath catches on the wet mark of spit left where his lips had just been attached. you look similarly wrecked: lips swollen and kiss-bruised, your stare glassy, your skin dewy with the flush of perspiration. your lips are still parted after having uttered his name so desperately.
that’s another thing iwa likes about it here. he likes being called by his name.
especially like this.
hajime rocks his hips against your own again, pressing his knee against you a little harder, groaning and he dips down and nips at your skin once more.
“i think i’m gonna cum,” he admits through gritted teeth, half-embarrassed and half-recklessly chasing the high he feels cresting in the pit of his stomach. he’s barely even touched you yet—at least not in any way that counts—but seeing you like this in his bed, tasting you in the way he has been, feeling your body react underneath his own, it’s all just a bit too much.
you could chide him for his clumsy eagerness and he wouldn’t even blame you for it, he feels like a pent-up teenager when he gets like this. but you don’t tease him, or reprimand him. instead, you take his cheeks in your hands and guide his lips back up to yours, letting his tongue slide—hot and wet and indecently noisy—against your own.
“cum then,” you whisper into his mouth, canting your hips up to meet the next roll of his. “wanna feel it, haji.”
and fuck if it’s not the hottest thing he’s ever heard.
iwaizumi moans brokenly, his hips picking up a steadier rhythm as he ruts against you. he’s being greedy, he knows that, but how could he deny you your request when you posed it so sweetly?
but he’ll make you feel good afterwards, just like he always does. unclasping the button at the waist of those tiny shorts, peeling them down with the same reverence he’d paid to your top and turning his rapt attention to what he bares there in just the same way too.
it’s friday night in sunny southern california, after all. and hajime intends to make the most of every minute.
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holylulusworld · 2 years ago
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Blackout
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Summary: Lights out. Steam on. What if Steve Rogers is a filthy man in secret?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Neighbor!Reader
Warnings: blackout, Steve acting like the golden boy, but he’s a filthy man in secret, dirty talk, smut, protected sex (tap it…),making out, dirty talk, a hint of fluff, language
A/N: As you voted for Steve in this poll here we go...
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“No…no, don’t go in there” you huffed as the girl in the movie you were watching ran right into the murderer. “Great. Now you are—” you threw popcorn at your tv as it turned black. “FUCK! NO!”
You hit the buttons on your remote control. “What’s wrong with you?” you looked around your living room to find the lamps were out too. “Not another blackout.” You whined.
It wasn’t the first time the lights went out that month. “What’s the fucking problem? I only wanted to watch that movie.”
You grabbed your phone and activated the flashlight to walk toward the kitchen. You always store a flashlight and candles in one of the cupboards just to be safe.
“Y/N?” you frowned as someone harshly knocked at your door. Whoever it was, you wouldn’t let him inside your apartment during a blackout. “Doll, are you okay? It’s me, Steve from down the hall.”
“Captain?” you turned and walked toward your door. “Uh-is there a problem? Do you need help?”
“I kinda locked myself out,” he chuckled. “I wanted to do my laundry. I accidentally put my keys inside the washing machine. Now, it won’t open because of the blackout.”
“Oh, that’s…wait,” you unlocked the door. “Come in. I can’t let Captain America spend the night on the floor. I got wine, popcorn, and…well, we can’t finish the movie I was watching but we can play cards or something.”
“You’re very kind,” he softly said.
“Everyone else would’ve helped you too, Steve.”
He laughed at his stupidity. “That’s so me. Buck would laugh about me and tease me.”
Steve sheepishly looked around your apartment. Or at least he tried as there was barely any light.
“Don’t sweat it, Captain. It’s the least I can do,” you grinned and guided Steve into your living room, using your phone. “Do you want some wine, or water…or beer?”
“Nah, I’m good,” he straightened his shirt with his left hand. Steve cleared his throat to get your attention as you were busy watching his hand.
It looked like the shirt wanted to burst open. It was too small, just like most of his shirts and you swallowed thickly as you imagined ripping it off of his body.
“Doll, is something wrong?” damn him. He smiled that irresistible smile, making things worse for you. “Do you need something better than wine and popcorn?”
You whimpered as he stepped toward you to take the phone out of your hands. He shut it off, carelessly dropping it onto the couch. “I-uh…”
“It’s quite alright, doll,” he lowered himself to whisper in your ear. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his lips graze your cheek. “Just tell me what you want. I saw the way you always look at me.”
“You did?” you gasped.
Steve moved his hands to your face, cradling it gently before his lips pressed against yours. It was an innocent kiss at first. You know the kind of kiss making you weak in the knees.
Soon it turned into something different. His mouth latched on yours, tongue delving into your wet cavern to explore and conquer.
“Do you know what I want?” he cockily purred against your kiss-swollen lips. “Answer me doll.” His voice dropped dangerously low. “I expect you to answer me.”
You squeak when his hands grabbed you by your waistline to hoist you up and carry you toward your bedroom. He stopped beside the door, pressing you against the wall to devour your mouth once again.
His taste and scent were intoxicating. One moment he was the golden and charming Captain, and the next, he shoved his hand down your pants to toy with your clit.
“What do you want, Captain?” you panted against his lips. “Please tell me.”
“I want to fuck you so good your legs are shaking,” he dove back in, lips and teeth attacking your neck. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
What do you say when a godlike man asks for permission to fuck you?
“Hell, yes…Captain!” he grinned before carrying you inside your bedroom.
You ended up making out like horny teens, laughing as you were as desperate as Steve.
Usually, you are into foreplay and taking things slow but that night you pulled your panties to the side, giving Steve easy access to your dripping cunt.
He didn’t hesitate. Steve pulled his jeans down, rolled a condom over his length, and drove right into you, making a noise sounding like a wounded animal.
“Fuck, I wanted to do this for so long, Y/N,” his deep voice purred in your ear, as he slowly started to slide in and out of you. “You feel so fucking good.”
You giggled as he wouldn’t stop talking dirty. Who would’ve thought Steve Rogers is a dirty talker and a filthy man?
Steve licked into your mouth as one of his hands slipped between your bodies to rip your panties off of your body.
You wrapped your legs around his waist. “Fuck me, Steve. I want to thank you for your service.”
“Damn…fuck…this cunt,” he cursed as he started to move faster, bottoming out with every deep thrust. “I wanted you for so long.”
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding Steve close to your body while he stuffed you over and over again with his thick cock.
“Steve…I’m gonna…” it was too late to stop the dam from breaking. You clenched tightly around his cock, dragging Steve with you over the edge.
Steve moaned your name and kissed you hard. He stayed inside as he looked you deep in the eyes before saying. “I want to do this again.”
“Same,” you laughed. “But…I need a break. And maybe, we can do it without our clothes on next time.”
“Oh, yeah,” he laughed too. “Sorry. I was…”
“Needy?”
“Needy…”
He gently pulled out to discard the condom. “I like your needy self, Captain,” you purred as he lay next to you, still panting. “…I mean…I like you.”
“I like you too, doll. A lot,” he dipped his head to look at you. “Next time, I’ll buy you dinner first…”
“Or we can order takeout and eat in bed…”
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“I hope he got laid,” Tony grumbled. “It was a hard job faking a blackout. Why couldn’t he just ask her out? That’s just stupid.”
“Uh-Stevie is a little shy when it comes to a woman he likes,” Bucky shrugged. “I knew he needs a little push. And he got laid. I just know it…”
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evermoresqueiswriting · 8 months ago
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enchanted
"This is me praying that This was the very first page Not where the story line ends My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon I was enchanted to meet you"
summary: the start of your friendship with clarisse la rue
pairing: clarisse la rue x f!reader
word count: 3k
tags: fluff, i also just matched clarisse’s age with dior’s
series masterlist 1/?
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When your mother took you on a hiking trip in America, in Long Island, you were confused and reluctant. And you knew you were right when she stopped in the middle of nowhere on a hill. She told you she’d be leaving you there for the summer, and that Chiron would explain everything to you. 
“Who?”
Someone cleared their throat and you turned around.
“Close your mouth young lady,” your mother punched you in the arm. “That’s not polite.”
You shut your mouth, and stood straight. And you smiled. 
“Hi.”
“Hello,” the person standing in front of you smiled back. “Come. We have a lot to discuss.”
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“Soo. Chiron huh,” you frowned, “as in Achilles and Patroclus’ Chiron?” 
Your eyes were glued to his face, expecting him to deny it. Chiron's serious face softened, and a smile appeared. It had been a while since he had heard these names. He sighed. Feeling uneasy towards his silence, you decided to keep talking to fill in the blanks. 
“I mean, I only read The Song of Achilles – very famous book, and also a very, very good book. Heartbreaking really, I cried for days. And you have the same name and–” you pointed at his other half of the body, “aaand same other… half? I mean if gods are real–.”
He stared at you before clearing his throat to stop you and started to lead you to elsewhere. You gladly followed him silently, and let yourself stare around. Everything looked amazing, from the cabin to the greenery to the people. They were all wearing matching t-shirts and bead necklaces. You wondered if you had to buy one or if they would provide you with one. Hopefully it was the second option because all your allowance was at home, hidden within the pages your favourite books. 
“I am.” Chiron suddenly said, making you stop in your tracks.
“You are… what?” you hesitated. 
“The same Chiron who taught Achilles and Patroclus.”
“Oh,” you nodded, staring straight at him. “Oh.”
Well, that wasn’t what you expected. Out of nowhere, you could feel all the sadness and heartbreak you experienced while reading the book rushing back at you all at once. The tears that prevented you from finishing the book, the yelling at your mom from interrupting you while crying because she just had to know if you wanted to eat dumplings that night. You kept your eyes high to prevent tears from falling. 
“Oh,” your voice trembled. “Well that’s great to–,” you took a deep breath, “great to know the only comfort I had after reading it was to know it wasn’t real and they didn’t really spend a decade separated after Achilles died and no one wanted to bury Patroclus with him, ha,” you let a shaky laugh. “Great. Just… great to know it was all real, you know.”
You covered your face with your hands. You heard Chiron approaching you, and felt a hand on your shoulder – an attempt at comfort. 
“I’m fine,” you added. “I just think there’s a lot of dust at camp and it got into my eye!” you sobbed, using your sleeve to wipe off your tears and snot. 
“A hero’s fate is not meant to have a ‘happy ever after’. It is unfair, I will give you that. But–.”
Suddenly, a horde of people came in, walking where you stood. People in combat gear and weapons. Your tears stopped and instinctively, you stood behind Chiron, trying to hide – maybe shield – yourself. 
“What’s happening?” you whispered. 
“Introducing you to everyone.” 
“Please don’t.”
Too late.
“Campers!”
The crowd instantly stopped talking altogether. Everyone was now staring at you. You didn’t know where to look and your gaze landed on a girl standing at the front of the crowd.
She had dark, long, luxurious curly hair that landed all the way back to her waist. How can someone’s hair look so pretty? She was wearing that orange tee, just like everyone else, and somehow it only looked good on her. She also had the necklace with beads like everyone here, and she had five beads. You couldn’t look at anyone else, and she could see that. She raised an eyebrow, and mouthed a ‘what?’ and you only smiled before looking back at Chiron. Your smile immediately dropped because Chiron was already looking at you, expectantly. 
“What?” you whispered. 
“I said what I had to, now it’s your turn. Introduce yourself.”
“You mean in front of everyone?” your heartbeat started to speed up. “Here?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t,” you took a step back.
“Why is that?”
“Uh, something called anxiety? Ever heard of that?” you whispered-yelled. 
Chiron pleaded with his eyes. You could hear his thoughts loud and clear – only because every teacher you ever had told you this before – ‘oh don’t be shy, they’re all nice, they won’t mock you.’ Right. 
“Fine,” you turned back to the crowd.  Staring at the sky, far away from their eyes, ignoring your quickening heartbeat, even though it’s all you could hear. “I’m y/n, and– I’m seventeenth, almost eighteen. I live with my mom, she went back home—.”
“Louder we can’t hear a thing!” someone yelled, and laughter ensued. 
Great. Exactly like at school, and now you wanted to cry again. A record – usually it only happens once a week because of school induced stress. 
“Well. I’m done,” you turned back to Chiron, forcing a smile. 
He nodded, and dismissed the campers, and most of them went back to what they were doing. Chiron did call someone – a guy named Luke – to stay behind. 
“Hey,” Luke smiled at you. 
“Hi.”
Something about Luke showing you around as he always does with new campers. You listened politely, and nodded along, but really all you could think about that disastrous introduction. And then your mind went back to that pretty girl you saw earlier. Where did she go? Your gaze wandered around, and saw her standing there with who you supposed were her friends. With her spear in hand, standing tall and proud – definitely a pretty girl. 
“That’s Clarisse,” Luke said.
Chiron was gone, you noticed. 
“Who?” your attention went back to Luke. 
“The girl you were staring at,” he nodded towards her, “that’s Clarisse, Ares head counsellor.” 
“Ares’ kid,” you nodded. “Are you two friends?”
“We’re… friendly enough. I’ll introduce you to her later if you want.”
“Yes,” you answered too quickly. “I do.”
Luke showed you around camp, explaining to you how things worked. Which were things you were supposed to know already if your mother hadn’t been trying to hide this from you since your birth. 
He showed you his cabin and told you you’d stay there until your father claimed you.
“What if he never does?” you asked him curious. “Are there even kids that are unclaimed?”
“Lots,” his shoulder tensed. “The gods, they just do as they please and if you’re an inconvenience to them, they’ll just ignore you until they need you.”
“Well, at least you’re—.’
Luke did not want to continue this conversation, and saw an escape when she noticed Clarisse walking by. He grabbed her arm, and let go immediately when she whirled around sending him a deathly stare. 
“Clarisse,” Luke smiled. “You remember y/n, from this morning.”
She looked at you, and smirked.
“How could I forget? Though I didn’t quite catch your name. Couldn’t hear a thing from where I was.”
Harsh. Moving on.
“Well,” you smiled at her, “I’m y/n.”
“Okay.”
Awkward was the perfect word to describe the silence that followed. Luke shifted uncomfortably before leading you both to the dining pavilion. You did your offering and ate in silence with Luke and his siblings. Luke tried to make conversation with you, but you were too exhausted after the whole day to be invested. After dinner, he showed you the top bunk bed you’d stay in. You thanked him, and went to sleep immediately. 
Luke quickly became your worst enemy at camp. He absolutely wanted to find what you were excellent at. He trained you and spared you for far too long, and you had let him injure you to spend some time at the infirmary with the Apollo kids. 
“I’m just saying it’d be great to change things and not only have one person show me around,” you told Chiron and Luke. 
“You did send her to the infirmary,” Chiron agreed. 
“She did it on purpose! She’s great at fighting, I was just trying to—,” Luke started before getting interrupted.
“If she wants someone else, she can. I’m sure someone from the Athena cabin can finish showing you around.”
“Or,” you jumped in, “someone who’s good at fighting and who wouldn’t injure me,” you grimaced, knowing it wasn’t true at all, “like…say, the Ares cabin? Clarisse maybe.”
They both turned their heads to stare at you confusedly, eyebrows arched. 
“Sure,” Chiron said slowly, “I’ll ask Clarisse.” 
“I don’t think Clarisse fits your description. I mean, only half,” Luke added. 
That same afternoon, there was an empty slot on the training grounds so Chiron thought it’d be great for you to meet up there. You sat on the grass, letting the sun kiss your skin when you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around and there she was, hair loose, blowing in the wind. Her arms crossed, and her eyes on you. 
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You stood up quickly, and brushed off your pants. You waved and smiled at her, to which she only rolled her eyes and walked towards you. 
“Hi,” you smiled.
“Chiron told me you asked for me to replace Luke.”
“I did! I mean I saw you fight when Luke dragged me to the sword fighting arena and you were there. And I was just in awe.” Clarisse smiled at that. “And I thought it’s be great to have you teach me.” 
Clarisse sighed, and stared at you without saying anything. 
“I’m not hearing a no.”
“I can’t say no when Chiron requested me to be there,” she argued.
“Oh,” your smile wavered. “Well… it’d be a great way to show off your amazing combat skills, right?” you were met with silence. “Or you could leave, because I’m clearly forcing you to be here,” you backed away, “it’s fine, I’m sure… Luke would love to take back his job for the last few days.”
You sighed and turned away ready to leave when you heard a whoosh sound. You turned around and saw Clarisse with her spear in hand, clearly ready to fight. You put your hands up to put some distance between the two of you. 
“Wait! I’m sorry I dragged you into this, please don’t kill me,” you knew she wouldn’t, but still wanted her to confirm she didn’t. 
“Don’t worry, sunshine,” she smirked, “I’ll try not to aim at that pretty face of yours,” she positioned herself for combat. “Now, why don’t you show me these skills Luke was telling me about?”
Regret. Instant regret washed over you when Clarisse started to fight like she was facing a Drakon. You parried as best as you could, and aimed at her when you had the chance to, but she was better – obviously – and she was not going easy on you. When you finally fell to the ground, with her spear touching your neck, you threw your sword to the ground, panting, admitting defeat. 
“Please can we have a break?” your voice came out hoarse. 
“Sure,” she retracted her spear, and walked away.
You closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath. The sun was still high at this hour, it was a pretty hot summer day which made you feel just slightly worse than usual. When suddenly, a shadow hid the sun from your face. You opened your eyes, and Clarisse was back with two fresh and cool bottles of water. She tossed one at you, catching it eagerly.
“Slow down,” she said, “you don’t want to drink too much after that much effort.”
“But it’s hot,” you laid back down on the grass.
“Stand up, your lungs are going to bring in more oxygen. You’re still panting – we’ll work on that in the future. You can’t be this tired after only one short fight.”
“Short?” you stood up. “It felt like it lasted an hour!”
“Yes, short.”
“Wait–, did you say ‘we’ as in you and me?”
“I don’t know any other definition for the word ‘we’.” 
“Were you impressed by my amazing–.”
“Decent.”
“– skills?” you frowned.
“Luke was right, you do have a lot of potential,” she added. “You just have to have a bit of training to perfect these skills.”
“Well, if you’re teaching me personally, I’m sure I’ll be great in no time.”
Clarisse smiled again, turning her face away. Yes, you definitely enjoyed making her smile. 
“What else haven’t you tried?”
“I think I did everything,” you paused for a moment. “Well, he didn’t show me the archery field.”
“I’ll show you. The Apollo kids are teaching a lesson soon. I’m sure they won’t mind us crashing their class.”
You two had the time to clean off before going to the archery field. Clarisse kept talking about the way things worked around there during the summer, and how excited she was for Capture the Flag. She’d won a pretty fair amount of times, and she loved the price it came with winning – extra dessert for a week. Which is something campers came up with since there wasn’t any price at the start. But overall, what she loved most was the pride that came with it. Especially if it was her plan that made her team win. 
“Well, I hope I'm on your team then.”
“Mmh, you wouldn’t be the worst teammate I had.”
You smiled, enjoying the compliment. 
“Here we are,” she showed you the group of campers in front of you. “The three in front are Apollo kids.”
“Are you good at it? Archery I mean.”
“I’m good,” she confirmed, then looked at you. “Really good.”
Lee Fletcher, Apollo head counsellor, was one of the teachers. The class lasted about an hour, and everyone learned new techniques about how to shoot an arrow in a fast and accurate way. At the end of the class, there was this game they all liked to play. Who could shoot their arrow as close as Lee’s. He’d shoot anywhere on the field and the winner would get all his chores of the day done by the loser. Or if the winner wanted, they could choose to curse — ask the Apollo cabin to curse — the rest of the class to talk in rhymes. It happened way too often but it was fun, and everyone – almost – loved it. Clarisse especially because she was always winning. The one time she didn’t laugh was when the Hermes cabin and the Ares cabin had this class together, and Luke won. 
“Should we make this even more interesting,” she turned toward you.
“Pray tell.”
“If my arrow is closer, you’ll do my kitchen chores for the rest of the week.” It was a Monday. 
“You just told me you never lose at this game, it doesn’t seem fair,” you chuckled. “But fine. What if I win?” 
“What do you want?”
She was confident which was her first mistake. You could ask the moon and she’d grant your wish because there was no way you could beat her at this. 
“Barbie is coming out July 21st, which is next week. If I win, we should go and see it.”
A bold move. She was looking at you, silently. Then her smile returned, and she nodded.
“Okay.”
Everyone gathered around Lee to see where he would aim. One of the oldest trees was at least 100 metres tall (328 feet), and the top tree branch was his choice. The branches were all surprisingly very steady, and not fraile and moving at the slightest sign of wind. Clarisse and you were last to build in more suspens. 
Clarisse shoots first. It was close, really close compared to the others. Her proud smile reappeared, and she handed you the bow she used with an arrow. You stood ready, bow arched, staring at Lee’s arrow. You didn’t let go yet. 
“I should tell you,” you turned slightly toward Clarisse. “I lied. Luke didn’t show me the archery field for a reason. I’m great at archery. Great as in I never miss my target kind of great.”
Your head turned back to the arrow and you let go in an instant. Everyone stared at it. Echoes of gaspings came from everyone present – your arrow had hit Lee’s arrow and it stood right where it was. His arrow was torn apart with now yours replacing it – easy trick. You tried to hide your smile, but couldn’t and turned around.
“I won!” you faced Clarisse.
She was speechless, staring at where your arrow had hit. And when she turned to face you again, she pointed at something above your head. The Apollo symbol, a lyre. On top of your head. Cheers from the Apollo kids – your siblings – and Lee came to welcome you and your skills home. 
Then Clarisse approached you, and with one look, Lee, James and Cornelia left you alone. 
“Did you know?” she asked, crossing her arms.
“About me being an archer goddess?” you joked. “Kinda. I had suspicions about Apollo being my father. I mean you can’t be born that good right? My teachers were always praising my natural talent,” you air quoted, “but I knew it was weird. And now it all makes sense now.”
“So, you knew you were going to win?” she put her hands on her hip.
“Yes?” you admitted. “I mean no. I haven’t practised in a while, I could’ve lost my touch and– are you mad?” you worried.
“No. I’m impressed.”
The stomach ache from anxiety disappeared. You could breathe again. This was great. 
“So, Barbie next week is still happening?” you needed her confirmation. 
“You won,” she agreed. “So yes,” and smiled.
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