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saedii-gilwraeth-simp · 3 years ago

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After Aurora’s End: Part 3: The Gilwraeth-Jones Family {2}

Not me dropping two of these in as many days, you’re welcome. Anyway, enjoy Saedii and Tyler being parents to our favourite alien baby, Lae Gilwraeth-Jones (according to the AC wiki, Lae is just a Jones but I refuse to accept that) (also I have more thought about this child so headcannon post possibly incoming)

Tag list: @the-weight-of-a-fingertip @isla-kady-blackwood @chloe123love607 @of-the-way-and-wildflowers @moonljte @iamheretodomythingrip

~5 years old~

~Saedii~

Saedii was not an overprotective mother, but she definitely panicked when she heard Lae yell out in pain from the play area in their ship. She quickly moved from the kitchen to the play room, walking in right as her daughter’s lip wobbled. Saedii came to kneel in front of Lae. She had spent the first few years of her child’s life fighting back her father’s notions of parenting and now it was second nature to pull Lae into her lap and gently brush the tears from her cheeks.

“What’s wrong, love?” She asks in soft Syldrathi. Lae frowns and points at her knee where her romper revealed her knee, deep purple like a fresh bruise with a little bit of purple blood coming to the surface. Saedii frowns before turning to her daughter. “Well that’s not good. But luckily I know a secret to help with the pain, one that not even your dad knows about. Do you want to know?” She smiles conspiratorially at her daughter, who giggles tearily and nods.

Saedii makes a big show of kissing her fingertips and pressing them to Lae’s sore knee.

“Now, that will heal you quicker, I promise. But until then, how about I grab you a cookie from the secret stash,” she says, standing up with Lae in her arms. Her daughter squeals with excitement, all tears gone, and Saedii smiles, carrying her daughter into the kitchen and grabbing the chocolate biscuits from the top shelf. She gives one to Lae and sits her on the island. Lae seems happy to sit still and eat her cookie, so Saedii turns to one of the cupboards and pulls out the first aid kit to grab a cloth and a bandaid.

“Mumma, aren’t these Daddy’s secret cookies?” Lae says, making Saedii turn and check before smiling. “They are but I won’t tell if you won’t,” Lae nods with a small giggle and continues eating as Saedii fixes her knee and runs a hand over the neat and pretty silver blonde pigtails Tyler had done before he had ducked out this morning. “Does it hurt a little bit less?” Her daughter nods with a smile before they’re both distracted by the overhead comm system.

“Pod 2 docking,” Lae’s face scrunches and she smiles before reaching for Saedii to pick her up.

“Daddy!” She squeals happily and Saedii nods, picking her up and holding her against her hip to go watch the pod dock through the big catwalk windows. Today had been a long day with Tyler out teaching at the Aurora Legion Academy. Her Be’shmai had had to give up Folding just after Lae was born when the weariness set in so he had taken a remote job at the ALA and was at home more often with Lae and when he had to go out it was close and he usually took Lae with him.

Saedii wasn’t jealous of him spending more time with their daughter. Not at all. Or at least that’s what she tells herself when she video chats them to say goodnight when she was on long trips fixing Syldra.

Tyler docks and jumps out of the pod, waving up at them with a gorgeously dimpled smile that briefly (not that she would tell anyone this) skips her heart beat. Lae squeals and waves back happily, gesturing to her mother to put her down as Tyler runs up the stairs to the enclosed catwalk.

Lae’s on him the second he opens the door and he leans down and swings her up high, making her squeal before he sets her on his hip and approaches Saedii to press a kiss to her lips.

“How are my best girls doin’?” He asks with a smile. Saedii shrugged.

“We had some tears before,” she points at the bandaid on Lae’s knee, “but we dried those tears and all is well,” Tyler frowns at the bandaid and rubs over it briefly before Lae cuts in.

“We had some of your secret cookies,” Tyler laughs softly and Saedii sends her daughter a fake betrayed look.

“And here I was thinking you could keep secrets, Gilwraeth,” she tickles Lae’s chin with a smile.

~11 years old~

~Tyler~

Lae turned out to be a bit of a ship nerd herself. When they lost her in hide and seek, they usually found her asleep somewhere in one of the pods. When they bought her a pilots jacket for her 10th birthday, she had worn it everywhere for a month, only giving it up when he had insisted it had to be washed.

Their usually hard-to-keep-up-with daughter sat and watched the machine spin for an hour, just to make sure her precious jacket didn’t magically disappear.

So, much to Lae’s excitement (and his own if he was being honest), he was teaching her to fly a pod today. He wanted to teach her to fly the whole ship, but Saedii vetoed it so he was waiting until Lae got older, or until Saedii was gone long enough for him to fix any damage his daughter might do and avoid being told by his wife that she told him so.

All of this is really just an explanation for how he was woken up at 5am by his overexcited daughter.

“Dad, you have to get up now so we can fly!” Lae demands, tugging on his hand. Saedii, who had also been woken up, groans and rolls away from them to go back to sleep, but he’s awake now and hopefully if he gets up with her now, Lae will tire herself out and he could have a nap.

And yes, he’s aware he’s starting to sound old.

Lae has already run ahead and sat in the pilots seat. She had yet to grow into her Syldrathi height so she could only just see the console. He came and stood with his arms on the back of the seat and she turned and grinned at him.

“Alright, I’m going to lower the console and then I’ll teach you what everything does,” he explains and she does an excited little wiggle in the chair.

“Dad, you’re like, the best pilot ever!” Lae says as he talks her through how he’s flying. He shoots her a small smile.

“I’m pretty good, but I’m not the best. I knew the best though, before you were born,” he says, prompting Lae to sit her chin on her hand, purple eyes wide and curious.

“Who was she?” Tyler turns the pod to autopilot and turns to his daughter.

“Her name was Cat Brannock, but everyone called her Zero because of how perfectly she flew. She was mine and your Aunty Scar’s best friend and she was one of the most courageous people I have ever known. I still think of her every time I fly,” he explains. Lae frowns.

“What happened to her?” She asks. Tyler turns to face out the window.

“She made a sacrifice fighting the war against the Ra’haam and she died,” he says as gently as he can.

“Did you love her like you love mum?” Lae asks and Tyler turns back to her and considers her question.

“No. I loved her like I love your Aunt Auri,” he finally says and she nods and takes his hand.

“I’m so sorry you lost her, dad,” she says, so sincerely that he almost forgets that she is only 11. Her wisdom and empathy reminds him so much of his sister in the moment that he can’t help but hug her tight.

“Thank you, Lae.”

~17 years old~

~Saedii~

“She got detention for breaking curfew, Saeds. How am I even meant to feel about that?” Tyler asks her in bed the night after their daughter had indeed been caught and punished for breaking curfew.

“Are you really that fussed that she broke curfew?” She asks, amused by the whole thing. Tyler sputters a little.

“I certainly wasn’t breaking curfew when I was 17,” he says eventually and Saedii laughs.

“Be’shmai, I thought we agreed you were a lot more boring than Lae at 17. And besides, your sister starting sneaking out with boys at what-?” She asks and he takes a second to think.

“15.”

“15 so 17 is not so bad. And it’s a curfew infringement, with another girl, so at least we’re not going to be grandparents any time soon. And it’s not like she’s breaking intergalactic interdictions or anything,” Tyler scoffs and she laughs at the offended look on his face.

“That was one time and I was 18-“

“And probably less mature than she is now. She’s safe, she’s happy and she understands the consequences of her actions. There’s no point getting annoyed at it.”

“Yeah but she was so close to graduating with a perfect disciplinary record,” Tyler says and she can’t but chuckle and run a hand through his hair.

“Ty, she’s the best Ace the Legion has seen since Cat Brannock. One misdemeanour is not going to hold her back or stop her from flying. You need to relax,” his shoulders seem to loosen a little at the reassurance, but they were still tight.

“I just want her to not hold herself back. My sister is wonderful, I know, but if she hadn’t spent her entire time at the Academy breaking curfew and uniform rules-“

“She would have what, Ty? Yes, Scarlett didn’t apply herself at school, she admits that, but she held your team together when you were captured with me, she helped keep Zila and Finian alive in the past, she found your mother and she is the most nurturing sister, mother, aunt, wife etcetera I have ever met. And she helped save the universe. You saved the universe by breaking every rule in the book. Your daughter will be fine and you need to calm down, Be’shmai,” he sighs and rolls over to hug her around her middle.

“Fine, you’re right. I’ll shut up now,” Saedii loosely drapes her arms around his shoulders.

“Good idea, Ty.”

~26 years old~

“Has anyone figured out how exactly Lae managed to find a Betraskan not related to her cousins?” Saedii leans over to whisper to her brother-in-law. Finian shrugs.

“Honestly, when she told me she was marrying a Betraksan, I got out the family tree myself to try to figure it out,” he assures her. She nods. Syldrathi were not polyamorous by nature so looking at all of the family on her future daughter-in-laws side of the family was confusing her. She had taken weeks to figure out the whole first second third fourth fifth mother thing and had spent way too long on call with Finian to get advice on how to be welcoming to Lae’s girlfriend, now fiancee’s family.

And they all liked hugging strangers like herself way too much. Her father and his control over her opinions and actions had been dead for over 30 years but still hugging was, to her, something reserved for Tyler, Lae, Kal, Scarlett and their partners.

But, she would endure the uncomfortable hugs if it meant that Lae would stay as happy as she was today.

The wedding is a long process that combines Betraskan, Syldrathi and Terran traditions, something that the couple had spent a long time trying to meld together with the help of Scarlett and Finian, but by now it was seamless and heartwarming at every turn. Saedii wasn’t a crier, but it was all so beautiful that she came close. She was the only one with such self control apparently, with all of Lae’s uncles and aunts crying freely, as well as every Betraskan relative in the room.

In the end, the pair were married and shipped off to their honeymoon and everyone else went home.

Tyler and her ended up lying on their bed side by side, staring up at space, still in their fancy clothes.

“I miss her,” she whispers into the night. Tyler turns his eyes to her.

“Who?”

“Lae. I didn’t realised how big she had gotten until I saw her up there today and then all I wanted was to watch her watch the washing machine agin because her flight jacket was in there. Or, to scold her for swinging that old tyre from the brig ceiling beams. I’m so happy for her, but I miss that little girl,” Saedii says, not realising tears were falling from her eyes, until Tyler brushed one off of her cheek.

“I miss her too. I think this is just what parents feel when their kids get older though,” Tyler says, kissing her glyph.

“Your sister doesn’t seem to feel that way.”

“My sister has five children, only three of which have gotten married and left home. Lae was our only one and she was cuter than all of Scar’s kids,” Tyler says and Saedii finally turns to watch him.

“She’s gonna kill you for saying that you know that right?” He chuckles a little.

“Yeah, but Lae got those blessed Jones dimples. That beats everyone,” Saedii laughs quietly at that.

“She’s going to be alright out there, right?” She asks, unable to stop herself apparently.

“She’s going to be alright,” he says, gently running a hand over her braids. Saedii sighs softly.

“Okay.”

#aurora cycle #aurora rising #aurora burning #auroras end #tyler jones #saedii gilwraeth #lae gilwraeth jones #scarlett jones #finian de karran de seel #cat brannock

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jamespotterthefirst · 3 years ago

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Hi Bree! I enjoyed reading your headcannon of L&E's children! It was such a fun read, I'm hooked with their family life 🥰 Because of this, I got inspired to come up with a Q&A for the kiddos. The interview is set 12 years after Lilac & Ethan became new parents. You will be answering as the AllenSey kids (with special appearances of Lilac & Ethan, as well). Hope you enjoy 'em! x

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For Jonah, Dolores, Jasmine & Violet:

• If someone gave you $100 what would you do with it?

• If you could change any rule, which one would it be?

• Where is your favorite place to go on vacation?

• Most likely to hide a stray pet?

• Most likely to tell a lie to get out of trouble?

• Most likely to steal their sibling's secret stash (food/toys/new stuff/etc.)?

• What do your mum & dad do in their free time?

• What is the one thing mum & dad is not good at?

• What do you admire most about mummy & daddy?

🧡

For Lilac & Ethan:

• What made you laugh today?

• Did someone get in trouble recently? If so, what happened?

• What are the hardest & easiest parts about parenting?

• What are the unexpected perks of parenthood?

• What advice would you give to younger versions of yourselves when you've just became new parents?

THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER THOUGH? I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU THANK YOU

For context, Jonah is 12, Dolores 9, and Violet and Jasmine are 6

For Jonah, Dolores, Jasmine & Violet:

• If someone gave you $100 what would you do with it?

Jasmine: Squishies!

Dolores: Yeah, so you'll stop stealing mine.

Jasmine: That was Violet.

Violet: I gave them back.

Dolores: After Minnie destroyed them.

Jonah: I would invest it.

Jasmine: What's ingest?

Jonah: Invest, like how Dad told us? That's why we have the beach house in Cape Cod?

Jasmine: I thought we had that because Dad owns the hospital?

Violet: Or because Mom is famous?

Jonah: *sighs* No, they double their money through compound interest when they invest.

Sisters: *stare blankly*

Jonah: Remember? When he sat us down that one time and explained the Rule of 72? If we take 72 and divide it by the annual interest rate, then we get the amount of years those $100 will double. So if I invest it at a rate of 5%, it will take 14 years to double.

Violet: ...

Jasmine: ...

Dolores: ... So you will be *counts with her fingers* 26 and have $200?

Jonah: Exactly.

Jasmine: *horrified* No, thank you. I want my money right now.

Jonah: If you invest--

Jasmine: I'm here for a good time, not a long time, big bro.

• If you could change any rule, which one would it be?

Dolores: The "no electronics after dinner" rule. I want to play Roblox with my friends before bed.

Jonah: I would change the "if you don't know how to operate it, leave it alone." Sometimes I want to break things apart and put them back together but Mom won't let me.

Violet: Leaving Jenner out in the yard during dinner is cruel. He's part of the family. He should be inside with us.

Dolores: Dad only made up that rule because you feed him half of your dinner.

Violet: Because he's a growing boy! He needs food.

Jasmine: I would change the "treat people and property with kindness or respect" rule. Sometimes I just want to kick a toy of my way after a long day--

Lilac: *throws her "the look" from the distance*

Jasmine: *falls silent*

• Where is your favorite place to go on vacation?

Jonah: Providence with Grandpa Alan. He always takes us to the zoo or WaterFire. It's so much fun.

Dolores: California with abuelitos and tia Laurel. They take us to Disneyland every time!

Jasmine: Not fair! Last time we went, we couldn't get on any rides.

Dolores: Because you two are literal babies?

Jasmine: At least I don't sound like one.

Violet: Or smell like one.

• Most likely to hide a stray pet?

*All of the siblings point at Dolores in unison*

Jasmine: She hid Minnie from Mom and Dad last year for a good week before they found out.

Jonah: And convinced them to let us keep her.

Violet: Dad isn't convinced yet.

Dolores: They're becoming friends! Minnie let him pet her for like two seconds the other day. Before she bit him. It was so funny.

• Most likely to tell a lie to get out of trouble?

*All of them point at Jasmine*

Jasmine: What? Dad said it reminds him of mom. He said she can talk her way out of getting arrested.

Jonah: Out of getting a ticket. They're different.

Dolores: Oh yeah, because the Policeman liked mom. Liked liked her.

Jasmine: Dad was not happy about that.

• Most likely to steal their sibling's secret stash (food/toys/new stuff/etc.)?

*They all point at Violet*

Violet: I give it back!

Jonah: After Mom makes you.

Jasmine: Or after Jenner, Minnie, or you break them.

Dolores: Yeah, Violent doesn't know her own strength.

• What do your mum & dad do in their free time?

Dolores: They love to drop us off at Aunt Sienna's and disappear all night.

Jasmine: We don't mind though because she always makes us the best chocolate chip cookies ever.

Violet: I like going to Uncle Elijah's. His video games are so cool.

Jonah: I like it at Uncle Bryce's. One time, he let me break their toaster apart and showed me how to put it back together.

Dolores: Yeah, Mom was not a fan of that.

• What is the one thing mum & dad is not good at?

Dolores: Dad is not a good liar.

*They all agree*

Jonah: I remember the time Jenner ripped the boots Tia Laurel had given Mom. He told us not to say anything.

Jasmine: Oh yeah, he said Mom wouldn't even notice.

Dolores: But then as soon as she got home, he panicked and asked her what size shoe she was. Then told her he was going to the store to buy something really quick.

Jonah: Mom figured it out right away.

• What do you admire most about mummy & daddy?

Dolores: That they're doctors.

Jonah: That they save lives.

Jasmine: That they own the hospital.

Violet: That they're famous.

🧡

For Lilac & Ethan:

• What made you laugh today?

Lilac: Probably Jonah explaining the Rule of 72 to his sisters.

Ethan: *proudly* Definitely. And the girls having none of it.

Lilac: Imagine what they'll say when they find out you once drew a one dollar salary.

Ethan: I will never live it down. I already get enough taunting from you. I'd never survive it if all four of them join in.

• Did someone get in trouble recently? If so, what happened?

Lilac: *nods solemnly* The usual suspects.

Ethan: Dolores and Jasmine.

Lilac: Jasmine somehow hacked into her Roblox account and deleted all her friends. It was a bloodbath.

• What are the hardest & easiest parts about parenting?

Ethan: Figuring out what the hell is Roblox?

Ethan: It's a delicate balance that is achieved through fairness and consistency.

Lilac: *laughing* This is why I had to take care of that incident.

Lilac: The hardest part of parenting is finding a balance between being a disciplinarian but also someone they can approach and trust. It's terrifying to think that in holding them accountable when they make a mistake, you risk them resenting you.

Lilac: The best part is definitely watching them become their own person, with distinct interests and personalities.

Ethan: Absolutely.

• What are the unexpected perks of parenthood?

Ethan: Having four extra pairs of hands to do chores around the house.

Lilac: *laughs and smacks his arm*

Ethan: *raising his brows at her* Don't tell me you don't enjoy not having to worry about dishes for the next 12 years?

Lilac: *scrunches nose* You're right. I don't miss those. It's no wonder you finally listened to my argument that the dishwasher wasn't the best way to get them clean.

Ethan: That's because we've acquired four little dish washers since.

• What advice would you give to younger versions of yourselves when you've just became new parents?

Lilac: Just try your best.

Ethan: Don't say "and have fun."

Lilac: What? It's true!

Ethan: My advice to our younger selves would be: "However scared or anxious you are feeling right now, I promise you... It's ten times worse."

Dr. Ramsey is just being overdramatic with the last one. He loves being a dad. OMG this was so fun! Thank you so much, my love!

#Allensey Family #ethan ramsey #Ethan x MC #Ethan x Lilac #Lilac Allende #You guys I will answer the rest in the coming days! I'm so slow with these #Long post

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4rainynite · 3 years ago

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Infinity Train Headcanon part 2

I'm back with more Infinity Train headcanons this time with the denizens! Like the first one I’m only doing five per character so it won’t too long. Here's a link to the first one , enjoy!

One-One

The Snow Car is his favorite car because he met Tulip there (also he was stuck there for 30 years). But from the evidence from the Snow Car clip he maybe slowly forgetting events only for small things (like the rock) to remind him of said events.

One-One can't eat, but if he did his favorite foods would be popcorn & soda (Movie Theater Car) and chocolate bars ( Minecart Car), but he would hate coconut (again Minecart Car).

One-One will slowly realize that denizens have their own desires besides helping passengers (ex. Lake) and if they desire to leave the train he will assist them.

When he was One, he was very cold and didn't bother explaining how the train worked to passengers (luckily denizens like, Kez, explained how things went). After, Tulip left he made the videos to help explain what the passengers must do to get home. This both got passengers off the train quicker and saved many lives.

The reason he was stuck in the Snow Car for so long was because: both passengers and denizens didn't notice him in the snow or on the snowman (woman or person) body, he was out exploring the car, or he was to busy collecting junk for his secret stash. Bonus: Amelia purposely put him on the snowman (woman or person) body to humiliate One!

The Cat

As great a business woman she is The Cat doesn't think things through ex: turning Ryan, Min-Gi and Kez to the bug police, never going back for Simon, and trying to trap Tulip in her memories. She did help Kez after realizing the Old West Car denizens were going to execute Min-Gi and Ryan for something so stupid as a tea stain, she believed that the ghom killed Simon and never looked back (she deeply regrets that now), the Conductor just wanted One-One not Tulip, after Tulip escaped and the Conductor wanted her as well The Cat realized how badly she messed up.

I doubt she's one of the first, but The Cat is one of the oldest denizens on the train ex: knew there was another conductor before Amelia came, hasn't taken a vacation in 150, said the Chat Chalet Car has been dry for centuries.

The Cat owns many businesses and cars ex: The Cat's Car, Le Chat Chalet Car, The Lucky Cat Car, the doughnut-holer business, the tea shoppe in the Old West Car, the list goes on!

I don't think The Cat knew the Apex were wheeling denizens. She knew they were ruining cars ( especially hers), but had no clue about the deaths.

The Cat's hoarding is to cope with her insecurities and failures. When, she finds out about Simon's death her collection will only get worse.

Randall

Randall makes a fortune out of the doughnut-holers, but the fortune is mainly trash. His main types of payment are flowers and gum.

I think Randall is unable to be killed. From what was shown in Le Chat Chalet Car he can be frozen or boiled (and eaten) and still be alive. The dude's immortal!

The Cat always brings Randall with her just incase she needs a hand in one of her money making schemes. Mainly, because she knows good and well that both passengers and denizens are indifferent towards her due to past schemes, but everyone loves Randall.

When, The Cat and Frank leave Le Chat Chalet Car, Randall (or a part of him) askes to stay because of his love of the snow. The Cat allows it, but tells Randall to make sure if passengers or denizens come to the chalet they have to pay to stay. too bad the payments are usually gum, flowers, rocks, and other useless things. But, ever once and awhile Randall gets paid money, CDs, jewelry, and other shiny trinkets.

Continuing with the last headcanon - Randall takes good care of the chalet when The Cat is away! He makes sure the pantry is stocked with food and non-Randall water, invites guest to snowball fights, and gives them doughnut- holers as guest gifts. Because of Randall the Car becomes popular, and why The Cat allows him to keep it open.

Atticus

After hearing the news of what the Apex did to the Unfinished Car, Atticus has reached out to other cars to stop the Apex so they wouldn't damage passenger/denizen relationships.

Atticus was the runt of his litter and abandoned at a young age. Atticus becoming king is the classic orphan-becomes-king story.

Atticus does check-up on One-One when he gets the chance. The two do talk about Tulip and how they miss her.

Atticus created a tulip field (mainly orange and yellow) in honor of Tulip for saving Corginina and returning One-One as conductor.

Stops calling Irwin, 'Ugly Irwin', and encourages the other corgis to stop it too. Because, it's rude to make fun of someone's appearance.

Alan Dracula

One created Alan Dracula to be unpredictable on purpose. For passengers who expect something to happen to realize nothing is set in stone. Now, One-One can't even predict what Alan Dracula will do next.

Alan Dracula was in The Party Car with Min-Gi, Ryan, and Kez (based on the deleted scene) and was the only partygoer to hear Ryan and Min's song.

Alan Dracula still has the sunglasses Jesse gave him.

Seeing as Alan Dracula was born before Amelia took over the train he is most likely 30+ years old at best.

Lake and Jesse were the only passengers that stayed with Alan Dracula the longest since few understood him and his love of grass.

Tuba

All of Tuba's children are named after brass instruments. We know about Bugle, but I think the others would be named: Trumpet, French Horn, and Trombone.

Tuba's satchel was a gift from her late husband.

Tuba's favorite food is pineapple since she ate a lot in the Jungle Car episode.

Tuba sang a ton of lullabies for her children and Hazel. The most popular one was the one sung in the show.

Once, Hazel comes to Earth she'll make a grave for Tuba to remember her by. The rest of the Infinity Train passengers (Tulip, Lake, Jesse, Grace, Min-Gi, Ryan, Amelia, One-One- I'm gonna end it here, but it's the rest of the denizens) come to show their support.

Kez

After what happened in the Art Gallery Car, Kez leaves signs and directions to allow the passengers and denizens to solve the puzzle easily. But each time she returns the signs go missing or destroyed!

After, making things up to the denizens she'd angered Kez became friends with them minus Judge Morpho. Kez doesn't focus on that really since she has friends now.

Sometime after Ryan and Min-Gi left, Kez and Morgan decided to make a lounge area that dedicates Jeremy, Ryan, and Min-Gi.

Kez spent a year away from Morgan after what happened to Jeremy. That gave her enough time to travel other cars, and (accidently) caused a lot of damage.

Kez rarely leaves Morgan now since they made up, the two really missed each other. When, Kez does leave it's usual for a couple of hours at best.

#infinity train #my art #infinity train one one #infinity train the cat #infinity train randall #infinity train atticus #infinity train alan dracula #infinity train tuba #infinity train kez #finish infinity train #finishinfinitytrain #infinity train headcanons #infinity train samantha

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wordynerdygurl · 4 years ago

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Sticky, Sweet

Author’s Note: I’m so pleased to tell you that this is the first of my 1000 Followers Requests! Again, how do 1000 people like me enough to read my words? I don’t know!! But I love you all! Also, bless my beta - @sammy-jo1977 ... she lets me drag her to hell and back, and goes willingly. Lots of Love, lady! Pairing: Loki x Female Reader, appearances from many of the Avengers Tower residents Summary: This was requested by the amazing, adorable and always supportive @alexakeyloveloki ... As I hit my milestone, she was having a birthday, and this, I hope will be a gift she’ll enjoy. You deserve it girl! The request was: One with Loki and a Curvy Reader where she works in the Tower, maybe the canteen, and people are mean to her and Loki likes her for some odd reason and... smut ensues. I did make some changes, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way, @alexakeyloveloki !! Warnings: This one might give you a toothache! There’s smut, but it’s sweet!

“Uh, yes. Might I trouble you for a chocolate croissant and… a cappuccino, large, please.”

You knew the owner of that voice without raising your eyes. Today he was wearing charcoal grey slacks with straight creases all the way down. A shirt, starched, bright white, with rolled back sleeves revealing the articulate length of his forearms. All of his dark locks were gathered over his open collar in a low man bun, which is something you had laughed at other men for doing. Somehow, the tall, trim man in front of you was making it work in a way that made your mouth water.

Flashing him a megawatt smile, full of promise, “My pleasure! Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“No. Thank you, though.”, warm and caramel sweet, his response made you melt.

Clearing your throat, struggling to maintain some sense of composure, “A name… for the order?”

“Loki… that’s L, O, K, I…”, his own grin widening at the request.

You knew his name. He’d been coming to your little dessert cart for months now and every time you asked, just like you did for all of your customers. And each time he spelled out the letters for you, as if you were taking his order for the first time. Handing back change only for him to drop it into the tip jar, you let your eyes linger over Loki just a moment more, enjoying the view.

Most of the visitors to Avengers Tower paid you little to no attention. Outside of offering a cup of joe and a giant cookie, you had no bearing on the day to day business of the super hero syndicate, and that was just fine by you. Everyone else? They all had important things to do. Meetings and appointments were near constant as apparently saving the world took a lot of planning. And, thankfully, a lot of coffee, danish and muffins.

Of all your customers, the actual, swear to God heroes were the most colorful. They were also the most loyal of your clients, stopping in at least daily, although, there were occasions where you would see Wanda two or three times in a day. Especially if you had made those little mille-feuille stacks that reminded her of home.

Thor would buy out your stash of jelly donuts, to the chagrin of the office workers in line behind him, but then divvy them up as a way of apologizing. Ms. Romanoff had a tendency to whisper her order, lest anyone realize her secret desire for a sinfully sweet White Chocolate Mocha with whipped cream. Captain Rogers? His routine was the most straight-forward. Black coffee, ma’am, Blueberry muffin, thank you so much.

Loki, from the start, had been different. Unlike Mr. Stark, Loki looked you in the eye when placing his order. He never seemed distracted by the technology buzzing around or the high ranking officials clustered in these hallowed halls. Loki also didn’t order 12 shots of espresso, steamed skim milk, no foam, and one donut hole. No, that was Tony to a t.

But Loki? This giant guy, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, always ordered your daily special. Frilly pink cupcakes, jam filled eclairs, fruity hand pies, Loki had tasted them all. And he still turned up, day after day, eager and kind. That had to mean something, right?

Honestly, it was the pinnacle of your day when, looking up from the grinder, you’d see him towering majestically over the office drones all in a row. Knowing that smooth voice would soon be speaking to you, even if it was just to get a snack on the run, was almost enough. Almost.

Letting your gaze linger after Loki’s retreating figure, you got lost in a daydream, one where you were making Loki coffee in your kitchen. His lengthy legs tucked under your tiny table, a tray of fresh cookies in front of him as he read, sometimes with his shirt on… sometimes without. Feeling your cheeks warm up at the image, you shook your head, ready to refocus on the caffeine craving customers still in line.

As closing time drew near, you began the daily task of cleaning up your cart. Sweeping, wiping, sterilizing, washing, drying. There was a rhythm to it all and you often found yourself entrained in the work, as usually there were few distractions at this time of day.

“Excuse me?”

Spinning, surprised, you barely kept hold of the carafe in your hands as you spotted Ms. Pepper Potts standing at your kiosk, “Oh gosh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!”

Waving away your worry, Pepper took a moment to introduce herself properly before getting down to business, “I was wondering if you had ever considered catering before? You were highly recommended by a colleague and I am looking for assistance with an event we're hosting in a few weeks. What I really need is someone to help with an after hours sort of thing.”

Your heart leapt in your chest, thumping wildly, threatening to bust out of your chest. Now, you’d be lying if you said that expanding your business wasn’t part of the dream. Always hopeful that your little cafe cart could somehow be expanded into a little sweet shop or bistro bakery, you had been hard at work for the last two years, slinging lattes and refining recipes until the right moment arrived.

When you said as much to Ms. Potts, her gracious smile lit up, “Then this, my friend, is that moment.”

Details were exchanged, pricing negotiated, plans put in place. In ten days you were going to be providing The Avengers and their guests with pastries, cookies, coffee and tea. There was a select menu so that you wouldn't be running around like crazy, which would make prep time easy, but Pepper had told you to be creative. In short, you were getting your shot and the excitement of that put you on cloud nine.

As you had arranged with Ms. Potts, while the guests attended one of Mr. Stark’s lavish galas downtown, you were given access to the Avengers Suite near the top floors of the tower. Seeing the building, well past your normal 5:00 pm, was energizing. Getting to sneak a peek at where the most important people working here spent their days was overwhelming, but you were giddy at the prospect.

In a sweet spot, just inside the expansive glass doors which led to the sky rise patio, you set up your display. Feeling pretty proud of yourself, you only had to wait a few minutes before the elevator dinged on the first arrivals, including the host and hostess for the night. "Here we go!", whispering to yourself, you took an anxiously excited breath.

It was hard not to get wrapped up in the glitz of it all. Tony Stark, wearing a plum colored tuxedo, had his Rolex draped arm around Pepper. She was stunning in her black column gown, purple jewels at her throat and ears, the perfect counterpoint to Tony’s ensemble. You struggled not to stare.

More people filtered in, some went to the bar, where champagne popped regularly. A few grabbed frosty glasses of fresh beer. And for a time you thought you were invisible among all the glamour around you. Honestly, you were surrounded by the type of people who graced magazine covers and had in depth chats with Oprah. That wasn’t you by a long shot.

Then, of course was the difference in your shape and size compared to the elegant group assembled for the evening. You certainly weren’t as stately as Ms. Potts, nor as thin as Ms. Romanoff because she was trimmer in hip and bust. Carol, stately and graceful, was a sheet of well hewed muscle. All of them shone tonight, regal and lovely, while you wore your best black pants and white button down, the uniform of catering professionals world wide.

Chewing the inside of your cheek, temping your coffee pot, your mind churned. There was no shaking the idea that even though you had been invited here, hired to be here, you were woefully out of place. And just as your confidence was at its lowest, you heard it… or rather, him.

"Um… yes. May I have… well… I don't know what to have. Normally you have something special prepared."

Even over the din of chatter and softly played music you heard his baritone register. A little flustered, disarmingly charming, Loki’s buttercream smile triggered your own. Laughing, lifting a small tray towards Loki, "I am keeping it simple tonight. These here are individual peach melba pies, topped with homemade whipped cream."

"And, what’s that?" Looking like a little kid, ready to tear into a birthday present, Loki's face lit up with anticipation of what you might be hiding under the cover of a chafing dish.

"Mocha mini-cheesecakes, or-" Here you lifted the silver lid of your best party dish, "-my grandmother's chocolate chip cookies! What would you like, Loki?"

Hearing his name in your lilting voice, Loki couldn't avoid the hot blush that rolled over him, turning his cheeks pink. As if your delicious snacks weren't enticing enough, the way your shirt buttons could barely contain the bounty of your bosom made Loki's hunger real in a different way. It was true that Thor had plied him with a great deal of Asgardian mead at the gala, even as the others drank up the less potent Midgardian spirits, all getting well past tipsy.

And maybe that's why he felt so bold, flirting with you casually, teasing you about your treats. Also, he was shamelessly ogling your rounded ass in those tight black pants as you bent to retrieve a napkin. Deep down, Loki longed to know if you tasted as sweet as your sugary confections. Would you be slick like syrup? Sticky like cinnamon buns? Dark and delicious like chocolate fudge?

Shaking those long locks, which you couldn't help noticing were down and free tonight, Loki was struggling to decide among your snacks. If his thoughts were lustful, your own weren't too far behind, because it was hard not to appreciate the fine figure in front of you. At some point Loki had shucked his tuxedo jacket and the slim black bow tie that accompanied it. Again his sleeves were pushed up to his elbows making him casual and cool, red cheeked and rambunctious. Never had Loki seemed so at ease.

There was virtually no one else around, most of the remaining people were clustered by Clint at the piano singing show tunes, oblivious to you and Loki. Looking from left to right, leaning in conspiratorially, "Ya know… I could let you have one of each, then you wouldn't have to decide."

Those dark brows arching, bright eyes smiling shrewdly, "You'd do that… for me?"

“That and more.” It tumbled out of your mouth unbidden, your eyes widening in surprise at your own admission.

Leaning against your table, a lascivious smile on his face, “Do tell.”

And in the low light of the Avengers’ loft, with the soft smell of sugar filling the air, you felt yourself drawn to Loki’s aura. Biting into your bottom lip, looking at him through your thick lashes, “Um… well… I could make you a little snack bag. Ya know for later tonight…”

“Later tonight… I really like the sound of that.” And to his unending surprise, Loki really did. Maybe he’d find out about your favorite flavors in the dark of night, under the covers in his bed. And if not, if he was somehow mistaken about your interest in him, then Loki would welcome some little cake that would make him think of you while he sat in his solitary room, brooding over you.

He shouldn’t have worried. Genuinely smiling, Loki was beyond grateful to see the same look of desire reflected in your own face. As you busied yourself packing up the little box of selected snacks for the sweet toothed stud, a voice called out, "Lokes!! Get over here!! Thor says you can dance and I need proof!"

Wavering slightly, Loki ducked his head in the direction of Sam Wilson's shout, not entirely eager to end your chat. He was worried that somehow the sugar spun bubble you two were in would burst, and that, well that just couldn't happen. Conspiratorially, invading your space across the narrow table, "I will be back. Please, don't go away?"

Feeling like a movie heroine, you felt yourself nod, giggling a little at the spectacle of Loki's clear need. In the glimmering low-lights, under the clink of champagne flutes and husky hum of conversations, Loki wanted to spend his time with you. It was surreal and surprising, but you wanted him too. There was no shame in that, right?

Glued to the spot, feet unmoving, Loki wouldn't leave until you said, "Go on, then. Show me what you've got. I'll be right here."

With a cocky grin, Loki loped toward the waiting circle of people and the makeshift dance floor. Tinny, tinkling piano music was replaced by electronica, pumping through Tony's beyond state of the art sound system. It felt like you were inside the speaker, thumping and bumping, in time with the dance hall beat.

What a sight! You guessed it shouldn't have been so surprising, but seeing Loki, normally so reserved in your daily interactions, grinding and bouncing to the rhythm… it made you feel things. Pulse pounding, deep sighing, clenching your muscles things. Sexy things.

You could have stood there, enchanted from afar, for hours. And you would have too, if Thor hadn't stumbled to your stand, nearly toppling the table with his unsteady bulk, "Oof! A thousand apologies, my dear sweet bakery maiden."

Diverting your attention, you quickly stepped back into vendor mode, "No trouble! No trouble at all! What can I get for you?"

"Well, I have been wondering, what did my brother get a taste of that made him smile so wide? It must have been a truly delicious nibble." Thor, mimicking a mouse nibbling at cheese, was clearly past the point of sobriety.

Turning thoughtful for a second, you realized Loki hadn't eaten anything of yours tonight… at least not yet. So it had been your easy back and forth that made the frosty boy happy. Smiling secretively, suddenly supremely pleased, "Um… I have some special items this evening. Would you like to try a peach pie?"

Blowing a raspberry, rolling his eyes, "Did Loki like it?"

"He hasn't tried it yet! You'd be first!" Trying to redirect the sloshed slab of man in front of you, offering the pastry up on a dainty napkin, it’s funny how quickly he snatches it from your hand. Looking tiny in Thor's enormous paw, he devours it whole, swiping at the leftover crumbs on his chest.

"Delicious! Another!" Even shouting, Thor's voice doesn't crack through the party goers busting their moves. Sighing, you hand over another, only to watch it be gulped down without thought or consideration.

Spitting crust at you, Thor bows over the display you painstakingly built to showcase your wares, his weight making the table creak, "You know, my brother normally likes little women."

"Excuse me?"

Waving his hands, pontificating, "Small, shapely… you know the type! Waifs. Skinny, like him. Narrow hips and-" attempting to whisper, "-tiny breasts."

Clearly, Thor was hammered, you knew that. But what he was saying was just hard to hear. You didn’t want to be compared to other women Loki had known, and you certainly didn’t want to hear that they were prettier, or smaller, or skinnier than you. But your roller coaster ride of emotions was derailed when Thor slapped his hand on your table, making you jump.

"Now, you… you're a woman. Strong, sturdy. Could really ground him, you know? Give him children worthy of Valhalla."

In his stupor, Thor couldn't read the warning in your expression. Willing him to stop, shut up, go away with just your monosyllabic responses wasn't working. But, alas, the Space God continued on, "It's all your sweets, you know? Candy and cupcakes and… all those little… What do you call them? The circles, fried and filled with jam?"

Flat, without feeling, "Donuts."

"Donuts! Yes!" Pausing for a breath, which you hoped would last all night long, Thor caught your eye. "I approve. Of the match… that is. Loki has been alone too long. He needs a thick woman to warm his bed, a fair, faithful filly to take-"

Thor's voice cut out, a thin line of shimmering red glowing around his throat, stopping his words. You could still see his mouth moving but the sound was, thankfully, muted. It was then that Wanda slunk close to Norse God, wide orb-like eyes full of knowledge, "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner."

Mumbling, struggling to sound bright as you gave too much attention to arranging cookies on the tray, "It's ok."

Her delicate hand rested on your own, "No it isn't. Thor's a buffoon when he's downed too many bottles of mead. I hope he didn't say anything too… unpleasant."

Waving her off, working hard to regain your composure, "Naw… it's fine… Thank you, though."

Thor, shrugging off Wanda's limited charm, "What's the big idea? I was telling this lady that my brother likes her! Her ample bosom, her gracious bum… and he always talks about her tasty cakes!"

Steve, sidling up at the first sign of trouble, grabbed Thor's arm, "Come on buddy. Time for bed."

"But! I am not tired! I want more pie! And mead!"

Wanda, rolling her eyes, "May I have another? For the road?"

Quickly wrapping up a few of your crusty delicacies, you handed them over, now eager for the night to end. It seemed tarnished somehow, spoiled by Thor's observations, like an unrisen souffle. Glancing at the clock, you were amazed at the time! It was late even for a late night event and you began packing up regardless of the people still partying their evening away.

You were hoping for a quick departure. Seamless, silent, without distracting anyone, including a certain raven haired hottie. No one would notice if you snuck away now, you were sure, and you had already fulfilled your obligation to Pepper. In fact, with Thor's little outburst, you were well over your allotted time. And, you reasoned, Loki could find some small little twig, more to his taste, if you weren't there to distract him.

That thought made your throat burn and your eyes water as you quietly broke down your area. Even now you could see him, a head above everyone else, spinning with a smile on his face. Loki looked so at ease, you refused to be the wet blanket on his good time. Besides, flirting was one thing, but Loki wasn’t yours and you were old enough not to be crushed by a crush.

With one last, longing look over the assembled Avengers, you bumped your bottom into the exit door, shuffling toward the service elevator. As the doors closed, shutting out the jubilation inside, you slumped against the wall. How could you think Loki would want you?

Having spent a significant amount of the late evening busting a move, Loki had managed to keep one eye on you most of that time. Noticing Thor bumble your way, he was nervous about what his brother might say, but Natasha had challenged him to a dance off. How could he resist?

By the time Loki stopped to catch his breath and collect his cookies, you were gone. Vanished. The only trace of you? A small, golden box, stuffed with your divine delicacies. Loki needn't see the name scrolled on the label to know it was for him.

But like Cinderella, you had fled and Loki had no way to find you. Sinking his heart, Loki clutched the box, padding away to his room and the solitude of silence. At least he had your thoughtful gift of goodies to keep him company. It was almost enough. Almost.

For all the numerous things The Avengers were good at, it was a non-hero who observed Loki slide away, sad and silent. Never one to let a party end on a low note, a new plan was formed to unite the Trickster and the Treat Maker. But it would need time to rise, like decadent cinnamon rolls, and like those sticky sweet buns, would be totally worth the wait.

When Monday dawned, you loaded up your goods and trudged to work. For the first time since starting your business venture your heart wasn't in it. Not when you plated blueberry buckle with lavender scented whipped cream, not when you swirled almond milk into fresh brewed coffee, not when you bagged cheesy bagel bites.

And it was, apparently, to be a day of firsts. Because this was the only day that Loki failed to make an appearance at your stand since you’d opened. Thor, pushing people aside, had made a point of apologizing for his behavior. It was kind and honest, yet, hollow since it didn't make Loki materialize in your line. But you appreciated it, nonetheless.

Before long, the day was done, your cleaning ritual initiated, your mind wandering. That it circled back to a certain blue eyed mischief maker over and over wasn't shocking. Where had Loki been? Had you driven him off? Would he come back tomorrow?

"Ahem… Excuse me!"

Squealing, you dropped the tray you'd been wiping with a clanking clatter, "Miss Potts! You startled me!"

"I didn't mean to!", stooping to hand you back your platter, she lifted her smart eyes to yours.

"I know… I'm so sorry! I've been… a little off today."

Shrewd, searching, Pepper looked you over, "You're not the only one."

Laughing nervously, “Oh? Who else is having a tough Monday?”

“A friend… listen, I wanted to thank you for the other night. It was really wonderful having your exceptional snacks at the ready.”

Allowing yourself a small smile, nibbling your lip nervously, “The pleasure was all mine.”

Pepper, shifting on her high heels, “I’d like to hire you again.”

“Really?” Snapping your head up at the offer, you were a little surprised by her request. Even though that night hadn’t ended the way you had hoped, necking with Loki like a teenager after prom, it had still been a lucrative evening for your little start up company. But so soon?

“Yes! This is a smaller event. Actually, more of a date than anything. This Friday evening. Would you be free?”

Grabbing your phone, confirming the date on your calendar, “It works for me! What time were you thinking?”

Blinking, Pepper took a minute to contemplate before answering, “Let’s say seven. Upstairs, on the outdoor deck?”

“That sounds great, Ms. Potts! How many people are you expecting?”, making notes, head down you missed her gentle smile.

“Just two.”

That made you giggle. So, it was a night of romance with Tony she was after. Flashing your benefactor a knowing smirk, “Sounds lovely.”

“I hope it will be!”

You didn’t see Loki all week. There was rumor going around the tower that he was off on a mission somewhere, very hush, hush. Your limited intell was gained only because of Thor’s inability to lower his booming voice while waiting for a croissant on Tuesday morning.

It got easier. Not seeing him in your daily line, not giving him his cappuccino, not buttering his scone. By Friday you finally felt like Loki was out of your system, which was a good thing, because you knew Ms. Potts was expecting you to knock it out of the park tonight.

“Things are going to be a little different for this evening, if that’s ok. I thought you could set out your dessert courses here, on the counter, and we’d have someone bring them out to the patio area.”

Unafraid to go the extra mile, you were quick to volunteer, “I’d be more than happy to act as a server if-”

Talking over you, “Oh no, dear! I have someone for that already. Really, all you have to do is make sure your treats are in order.”

Slightly crestfallen, but always a good sport, you agreed. As she’d requested, you had prepared three special desserts for the night, hoping you covered all of Tony’s favorite flavors. First, lemon cake with a cracked sugar glaze and fresh raspberry sauce to garnish. Next would be the white chocolate cheesecake studded with plump blueberries and piles of fresh vanilla flavored whipped cream. Last, and perhaps most importantly, was your personal favorite, tiramisu. Simple, delicious, and perfect with a strong cup of espresso.

Clapping her hands, Pepper was so pleased at the thought you had put into each plate, “Wow, does this look amazing! There’s really only one other thing that we need for this.”

Wiping a stray stripe of sauce from the plate, a piping bag cupped in your hands, you lifted your head, “What’s that Ms. Potts?”

“Why, you of course.”

Stalling in midair, you slowly lowered the tool of your trade, wiping your sugary fingers on the seat of your jeans. “I’m right here! What can I do to help?”

Coming around the island now, Pepper drew close enough to take your hands in her own, “You’ve already done it. Tonight is my way of saying ‘Thank You’... and I hope you’ll accept a small gift as a token of my appreciation.”

As the last word hung in the air between you, the lift doors parted, and Loki stepped into the room.

Pepper had summoned him, asking only that he arrive on time and not “look a mess”. Since Loki had never been anything less than elegant in all things, he had no intention of breaking that streak this evening. If only he knew what to dress for?

So, he split the difference, going for casual cool. A jet black polo shirt, unbuttoned, clung to him like a second skin, caressing every muscle. Black trousers and a black belt made him look dangerously seductive as he sauntered closer with each step.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him. Missing Loki all week made seeing him like this stupefying. Fuzzy brained and dull minded, you weren’t capable of wrapping your head around what was happening.

“Pepper? What… what is all this?” Loki’s husky baritone questioned the set up, your presence, the pretense. At least you weren't the only one who was confused.

Pulling you along, Pepper maneuvered you next to him, “Loki, It’s all arranged. Dessert by candlelight, under the stars… FRIDAY, start my Date Night playlist.” The strains of “In the Still of the Night” by the Five Satins filled the air.

It was right then that Loki got it. The strange summons, the dress code, the secrecy. He knew why you were here, with your bespoke baked goods, looking like a snack yourself. Pepper had listened when Loki recommended you for the first gig, and somehow she had heard the unspoken recommendation of his heart. A rush of feeling flowed over him at the idea.

Looking sheepish and flustered, Loki caught your eye, “Hello.”

“Hi…”, bashful yourself, you struggled not to look too giddy.

“See, you’re already on your way. Have a good night kids!”

You and Loki stood there, staring, until the click of Pepper’s heels on the marble had faded away. This is awkward, you thought, unsure of what to do next. Here with the man you wanted, you weren’t entirely sure what to do, but luckily for you, Loki knew how to take charge, “Shall we?”

Lacing his fingers with yours, Loki led you to the open deck where a small bistro table was waiting, already set for the two of you. Pulling out your chair, Loki made sure you were comfortable before taking his own seat at your side, as opposed to across the table. It was a cozy and romantic scene.

The song shifted. Now The Platters crooned, “Only You”, and your hand was itching to grab Loki’s under the table. Before you could, Pepper’s hired server for the evening brought your first plate, and a bottle of Prosecco.

So far, neither of you had really spoken. Words seemed too difficult to use when the situation was so formal. And yet, it really was lovely of Ms. Potts to do this for you… and for Loki.

“Did you make all of this?”

Picking up your fork, giving Loki a small nod, “Yea… I thought Pepper was planning a date night with Tony. I had no idea that this… any of this… was happening. Did you?”

“No. But, I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised. She did hire you because of me.”

Taken aback by his admission, “Really? Care to elaborate?”

Tucking into the lemony piece of heaven in front of him, Loki closed his eyes in bliss, “Hmm… that is delicious. You are really so good at this! And that, my purveyor of pound cake, is what I told Ms. Potts.”

“Well, thank you! I mean, I knew you liked me!”

Hotter than opening your oven, a blast of heat swept over you, reddening your cheeks in shock. Flustered now, you could barely speak, cursing yourself for letting your real feelings slip out like that unfiltered. Mortified, you grabbed your glass, slugging half of it down in a second.

Loki’s fork froze, almost to his lips, as his own eyes widened. Sighing, he placed the utensil, covered in lemon and raspberry deliciousness down gently. Feeling his scorching gaze, you sat stock still, Loki’s wry whisper reaching you, “I do. And I should have told you that before… before Pepper had to go to such great lengths to prove it.”

“But Loki… I’m just… I’m not…” Stammering, you couldn’t quite find the best way to explain the reservations you had been carrying, the reasons Thor had so clearly defined.

“You are though. You are so kind hearted… to everyone. Even the dullards and bores. I hear you, you know? What you say, how you say it. No one leaves your little station without being complimented, enlightened, enriched. It is the best part of my day, coming down to see you… and taste whatever marzipan masterpiece you’ve graced us with.”

Starting to feel the bubbles of Prosecco in your brain, your lopsided smile spread at the emotion Loki expressed, “Loki… it’s the only thing that gets me through sometimes. Seeing you, knowing that you’re in line. And how cute you are when you spell out your name, like I haven’t written it a hundred times before.”

It was his turn to blush, “I knew that. I knew it was adorable.”

Playfully pushing against his shoulder, you chuckled, “Loki! That’s not fair!”

“Then you won’t like this, darling.”

Catching your arms in his firm hands, Loki tucked your body into his, finding your mouth as you laughed at his antics. Using his top lip to trap your own, Loki’s bottom lip gently parted, as the softness of his kiss blended into the lemon scented sweetness of his sigh. His tongue, probing slowly, pressed between your lips stealing a shaky breath for Loki to treasure.

Rising, Loki’s hands cradled your cheeks, ensuring that you couldn’t break away from his kiss. As if you wanted to! Your own hands wandered, with one resting on the warm slope of his wide thigh and the other pressed against Loki’s broad chest.

Deepening the kiss, you pushed forward, nestling between Loki’s spread legs. Trailing a hand along his hip, scooting closer, you moaned at the luscious texture of his tongue on your own. When Loki pulled back, you followed, unwilling to break the beautiful bond your mouths had sealed.

Swallowing hard, unable to believe that he was really here with the flavor of your candy kisses filling his senses, Loki shook his head. Seeing your own dazed expression made his heart soar. He was going to have to write Pepper a thank you note or have you bake her a cake, because this was the best thing that had ever happened to the Prince of Asgard.

“Are you ready for the next course?” The server, having popped out of the compound, was struggling to hide his own smug smile at the sexy little show you two had put on.

A new song started, the notes drifting through the air, making you smile. Sam Cooke’s eternally youthful voice sang, “Cupid… draw back your bow…” and Loki slowly stood. “Uh, please, hold the next one, if you don’t mind.”

Coming around behind you, offering you his hand, “Loki? What are you doing?”

“What I should have done last week… Ask you to dance…?” Voice brimming with hope, Loki quirked an eyebrow, anticipating your acceptance.

“About time.”

Rumbling through Loki’s solid torso, his laugh greeted you as you fell into his arms easily, chuckling yourself. It was so familiar and yet so different. His hands rested over the curve of your back, pulling you tighter, controlling the sway of your hips. Circling the delicate strength of his neck, your fingers teasing into those long locks of tousled hair, you let Loki take the lead.

Tipping you back, over balancing you but still in control, Loki’s look was pure lust, “I apologize for running late. I should have-”

Cutting in, husking into the shell of Loki’s ear, “Don’t. We’re here now. And besides, you were worth the wait.”

Squeezing you, putting every ounce of feeling into his hug, Loki found it hard to loosen his grip. Now that he had the thing he wanted, he never wanted to be separated from it… you… ever again.

Twirling you out, tugging you back in, as the song came to its close, Loki took the opportunity of dipping you low enough for your head to graze the ground below. Breathless and giddy, you were lifted back to standing, clinging to the demi God before you. Parting your lips, anticipating another of Loki’s kisses, your eyes fluttering closed, “Sir? Madame?”

Shifting his focus from your glossy, eager mouth to the server once more, Loki’s own giggle shining in his face, “My good man, please… just pack it all up! We’re not staying.”

“We’re not?” A hint of surprise colored your tone as you took in the ecstatic look on Loki’s face.

Nodding at you, “Nope.”

Waiting only a moment or two for a bag stuffed full of your goodies, Loki slung it over this wrist before taking your hand and leading you through the Tower’s maze of floors. Of course, he stopped at almost every corner to sneak a peck, pat your tush or cage you against the wall so that his hips were flush against your own as he licked the soft spot under your ear.

“Hmmm… Loki… That feels so good.” Mewling softly, your nails scratching into his scalp, as he swung open the door to his room.

Ushering you inside, Loki paused only to set his blistering, needy eyes on you once more, “We are not children, you and I. If you want to wait, I will be patient… but, believe me, my darling little patisserie, when I say this: I want you. I want to devour you… I want to know if you’re as sweet as strawberry shortcake or tart like key lime pie.

“I need to see if you-” here he swallowed so hard his Adam’s Apple bobbed, “-sigh when I kiss you the same way you do when you slide a hot cup of tea over the counter. Or how you’ll sound when you call my name in ecstasy. Because I’ve already thought about these things a hundred times over. While I wait in line for a moment of your attention or when I taste those lovely delicacies, you fill my thoughts.

“Do you always smell of vanilla and butter, I wonder. Will my sheets be scented with marshmallow and marzipan? Almond and cherry?”

Advancing on you now, hunger heating his look, “But just know, little one, if you do come to my bed, I will make sure it’s the last one you’ll ever need.”

Stepping closer, baiting the bear in him, you bit into your bottom lip, “Are you saying that everyone will know I belong to you… L, O, K, I… Loki?”

“My sweet, sweet thing. That is exactly what I mean.”

In a flurry of movement, Loki swept you against his kitchen table, the wood strong and sturdy behind you. Kisses, hot and happy melted you like butter, as Loki spread your legs to stand between them. When you heard the sound of paper crumpling, “What’s that?”

“Oh! Our to-go bag! Your luscious desserts!” Sounding slightly panicked, Loki quickly removed the items from inside the bag, before turning to you with a look that said trouble.

“What? What’s that face?”

“I’ve told you how much I fancy your food… and now you know how much I adore you... “

“Uh huh…”, still unsure about where this was going, your eyes followed Loki as he pulled your tub of whipped cream from the ruined sack. Snapping off the lid, his long finger scooping out a big glob, only for Loki to brush the airy confection over your mouth.

Licking the cream from your lips, Loki tongued the seam of your pretty pout, moaning at the burst of vanilla he tasted there, “I don’t know what’s more delicious, your frothy garnish or this mouth.”

“What if I want some, huh?” Grabbing at Loki’s finger, the one he’d used to snag the sample with, you pulled it into the warm inlet of your mouth, sucking lightly.

Growling low in his throat at the erotic scene before him, Loki issued a command, “Bedroom. Now.”

Sliding off the table, right into Loki’s space, “Bring the whipped cream though, ok?”

Clothes were shed in a rush. Each piece unveiling soft skin and new places to explore, reminding you of a creme brulee’s hardened caramel layer. The way you crack it open, revealing the cool custard beneath the scorched sugar crust, a gift unwrapped for all your senses.

By the time Loki lowered you onto his bed, he had already sampled swatches of your skin, leaving behind the marks of his possession. His hands never seemed to stop. First they were dusting over your shoulders, then across your thighs, next on your generous bottom, squeezing hard.

Sighing in contentment, you closed your eyes, lost in the moment of making love to Loki. As he lay down over you, the press of his rigid planes met the soft curves of your figure, you wrapped yourself around him. Tangling those rich, dark locks in your hand, forcing your mouths together, panting with shared passion.

Connecting with his hip, you slid your palm over the rise of his bottom, squeezing just a little, “You know, you have a great ass, right?”

Sucking against the ridge of your clavicle, Loki kissed over your jaw, “I do?”

“Oh yea… I watch you walk away everyday thinking, damn. That ass.”

Brushing stray strands from your face, “That’s funny, because I think the same thing every time you bend over to get those little swizzle sticks for stirring coffee!”

Setting off a fit of giggles, the pair of you with arms and legs akimbo, laughed like children. There was something so freeing about being naked and comfortable with the man beside you. Quieting only when you heard the pop of the frosting bowl's lid coming off, you sucked in a breath as Loki lowered his lips to your waiting nipple.

Playful and pleasing, he released you just long enough to sit back on his heels, surveying the state of you. "Now, It's my turn."

"Your turn to what, exactly?"

"Decorate!" Producing an assortment of sprinkles and frosting, sanding sugars and coconut shreds, caramel sauce and raspberry coulis as if from thin air, Loki grinned at you wickedly before setting to work.

For every place that was home to a dollop of icing or a squirt of sauce you were licked, nibbled, nuzzled or bitten. As Loki worked lower, you squirmed in anticipation, as your pastry chef in training sucked your inner thigh free of chocolate fudge. Before you could prepare, Loki's tongue parted your slippery center, making you call out, "Oh! Yes, Loki!"

Parting your swollen sex, circling your stiffened bud, Loki lapped at your sensitive skin gently. His fingers, long and reaching, stroked into your sticky channel, stretching you sweetly. Rocking against Loki's oral affections, the beginning of bliss burning in your belly, you gripped him tightly seeking release.

For his part, Loki needed no encouragement. Bringing you to the pinnacle, alternately sipping at your slick core, and sucking on your sweet pearl was making Loki ache with want. Even when you pulled at his onyx locks, inner thighs trembling, struggling to stave off your peaking pleasure, Loki only worked harder, "Don't hold back. We've already wasted too much time!"

"Uh huh… um… shit… Loki…" mumbling was the most you could do as you felt a third finger enter you, widening you, readying you. It was enough. Cumming hard against him, stiffening and then softening like taffy, you gave yourself over to the pleasure Loki provided.

Smacking his lips lewdly, licking his fingers, "I knew it… I knew you'd be delectable."

Grinning broadly, happy and satisfied, "Am I gonna get a taste? You're not the only one with a sweet tooth, ya know!"

"Only when I've had my fill… and I'm not close to being finished, darling!"

Sticky, sweet and satiated, you and Loki lay in each other's arms smiling. He'd asked about a gift for Pepper and you were already planning a cupcake basket for your matchmaking mentor. You had just licked the last of your lemon curd from his abs, curling into his side, "I need a shower."

"Oh, yes! Let's do that!" Rising, dragging you with him, Loki could picture you under the steaming water, begging him to please you. He liked that idea!

"And after…"

Pausing to look at you, "After?"

"Can you find me something salty to snack on… ya know, for a change?"

Pressing a kiss to your hand, Loki flashed you that megawatt smile, "Absolutely, darling. Absolutely."

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Bitter Rivals

Okay this is dedicated to @starseternalnighttriumphant because she is literally one of my favorite Rowaelin writters (Hannah, theres a little shout out to you, you’ll know it when you see it lol)

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“I swear the next time that pompous dick face asshole even looks at me, I swear - I swear Elide that I’m going to take my $4,000 dollar Louboutin’s and stab him.” Aelin let out a frustrated groan in her throat as she stacked together case files to take home for the night. Elide stood in the doorway of Aelin’s office watching her friend and boss pace back and forth grabbing various objects and stuffing them in her bag.

“I take it the meeting with the new Mr. Whitethorn didn’t go as planned?” Elide asked wondering when Aelin was going to notice that she had started to throw random things in her bag and not the case files she needed.

“Oh that’s for sure,” Aelin said waving a box of tissues in her hand. “First he wants to come in like if he owns the place, classic alpha type you know? But then what really gets me is he had the gall, the fucking nerve, to look me up and down, head to toe and then walk away! The buzzard didn’t even say anything to me! Just gave me this once over, sat down, and proceeded to ignore me the rest of the meeting.” Aelin finally noticed the box of tissues in her hand and all the random junk that she had placed in her bag. Huffing she started to pull things out and Elide did her best not to laugh.

In all reality Aelin was used to people, men, in particular, sizing her up only to underestimate her in the end. It was something that she thrived on adding fuel to her fire. But when Rowan Whitethorn the newest addition to their law firm came swaggering in and dismissed her completely something in her blood boiled over into a hot rage. It didn’t help that he was tall, muscular, and looked like he could definitely act out a scene in one of her many romance novels. He wanted to act like an arrogant jerk so in Aelin’s mind he would be treated as such and therefore off-limits.

“Well here’s some news that might make you feel a bit better.” Elide said walking into Aelin’s office and sitting down, “The paralegal gossip network has been whispering that the higher-ups are starting to look for candidates to promote to partner and,” Elide paused for effect, “It seems you are the top of the list!” The smile that broke across Aelin’s face was so big that Elide wondered if it hurt. Aelin jumped up and down in joy before regaining her composure.

“Whew okay, no big deal that’s cool. Besides, it’s not like I’ve gotten the promotion yet anyway. Do we know who the other people on the list are?” Elide shook her head.

“Not that I’ve heard, but the moment I’ve found something out I’ll let you know.” Aelin nodded and gathered her bag and purse ready to leave for the day, Elide doing the same but instead of walking towards the elevator Aelin veered towards the right. Elide paused and gave her a quizzical look, Aelin giving her a secret smile said, “I hid some of the chocolate bark that Lys made for the office.” Elide scoffed a laugh and continued on leaving Aelin to have her end of day snack.

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Thirty minutes later Aelin had combed the office kitchen not once, not twice but five times looking for her secret stash of goodies but to no avail. A part of her knew that she could just ask Lysandra to make her some more but another part of her was frustrated at whoever had found the chocolate that she had clearly been hiding. Finally deciding to give up she jumped when someone cleared their throat behind her.

“Is there a reason you’re tearing up the kitchen so late in the day?” Aelin turned around to see Rowan Whitethorn casually leaning against the entrance to the kitchen. Aelin’s eyes narrowed on the twig-like object in his hands. As if knowing exactly what he was doing, Rowan brought the chocolate bark up to his mouth and bit off a piece.

“You!” Aelin accused finger-pointing at Rowan. “You ate my chocolate!” Rowan looked at the piece of chocolate in his hands before bringing it to his mouth again this time taking a bigger bite finishing it off. He dusted his hands off before putting them in his pocket.

“I didn’t realize they were yours.” He said giving his shoulders a shrug. Aelin wanted to smack the smug look off of his face but instead grabbed her bag that she had put down when looking for her missing snack.

“Oh, so the chocolate that was clearly on the top shelf with multiple items in front of it, hidden from view. You didn’t think that it was someone’s and they were hiding it?” Aelin scoffed and moved to go around Rowan.

“There were some on the counter in the glass jar, why didn’t you eat those instead?” Aelin asked moving out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

“They were dark chocolate. Dark chocolate is too bitter and when I was looking in the cabinet for something else to eat, I found the milk chocolate ones.”

“Because I was hiding them!” Aelin huffed. She didn’t know what was going on with her, usually, she was more calm and collected than this, but Rowan had gotten in the way between her and something sweet. It didn’t matter that he had rolled up his white button-up sleeves and she could see the whorls of tattoos on his ridiculously toned forearms - seriously that’s not a part of the body that should even be attractive.

“Oh Aelin you’re still here, good.” Aelin turned to see Arobynn Hamel, one of the law firms partners walking towards her. She sighed internally and plastered on a smile.

“Arobynn.” She nodded in acknowledgment.

“I need to talk to you about something.” Rowan stepped out of the kitchen and into the hallway with Aelin. Arobynn’s eyes flicked to him before turning back to Aelin. “Oh good you’re both here then.”

Aelin was curious to know what Arobynn could need the two of them for.

“I’m sure both of you are aware that we are looking at possible new partners. I wanted to let you both know that you are on that list and tomorrow morning at our monthly check-in meeting we’ll go over some projects and cases that we want you to work on together.” Aelin felt like she had just gotten hit with a fright truck but her smile stayed in place. Arobynn touched his hand to Aelin’s shoulder and then walked away. Without another look or word to Rowan she walked away.

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“Can you believe?!” Aelin said pouring herself another glass of wine before offering to pour Lysandra one. Lysandra held out her glass and watched with a smile as Aelin filled it up.

“I mean first the bastard doesn’t say a word to me, and then he eats my chocolate, which by the way should be punishable by death, I should know, I’m a lawyer. But then he’s my rival for the partner position?! I swear Lys, I don’t know what I did wrong in my past life or what my ancestors did wrong but this sucks. It sucks.” She took a big gulp out of her glass before picking up one of the cupcakes Lys had baked before Aelin came over.

“So what are you going to do?” Lys said taking a sip out of her glass.

“I don’t know, I don’t know what they’re gonna ask us to do, you know?”

“Well let’s worry about that tomorrow then, have you heard about his new Polish movie that’s apparently better than 50 shades?” Lys asked picking up the remote to turn on the TV.

“Um what? I wanna watch.” Aelin picked up another cupcake before snuggling into the couch.

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The next morning Aelin walked into her morning meeting with a chocolate croissant and three shots of espresso over ice with sugar and cream. She sat down at her normal spot by the window and brought out her phone to look over emails when Rowan sat down next to her. She tried her best to ignore him but when he started tapping his pen on the legal pad in front of him Aelin had to put down her phone before she threw it at his head.

Before she could say something to him Arobynn walked in with three other men and two women one of them Clarisse and the others Aelin had met on various occasions but could not recall the names of.

“Ah good, you’re both here.” As everyone sat down Aelin sat up straighter. This was her chance to become a partner, something that she had been working towards since she started at Hammel and DuVency six years ago.

“Let’s get started then.” Clarisse templed her hands in front of her, “Arobynn informed the two of you of the opportunity to make partner, but rather than look at your individual cases and workloads we want to see how the two of you work together.” Elide walked in the room and handed both Rowan and Aelin some files before sitting down.

“This is Dorian Havilliard, I’m sure that you’ve seen him in the news recently. Currently he’s being sued by his father, Dorian Senior, over a breach in a business contract that they had. We will be representing the younger Dorian and I want the two of you to work this case together.”

“With all due respect,” Rowan chimed in. “Why?”

Arobynn responded, “This is a high profile case, and both of you are good looking to deal with the press. You also both have a stunning amount of wins which should make this easy. Ms. Lochan here will assist the two of you during this time.” Aelin nodded and pulled out her phone to send a quick text to Lys.

“Anything else we should know moving forward?” Aelin asked, scanning through the case file. If all she had to do was to win this case to prove that she was better than Rowan then the partnership was as good as hers.

“No, we will leave you two to discuss the important matter of the case amongst yourself,” Clarisse said standing up. “Please remember that we’ll be watching how the two of you work together during this time.” With that they all stood up and walked out of the room.

“Elide, could you get me all the files from the 2012 White Wolf case, they had a case similar to this, and pull any other files you can find on Dorian Senior, he wouldn’t be suing his son if it wasn’t important.” Aelin listed off, Elide nodding as she took notes.

“What makes you think that Dorian Senior is the one to blame?” Rowan asked. Aelin didn’t look at him as she continued to scan the file in front of her. “Because I’m not being paid to believe otherwise.” With that she stood up and walked out of the room.

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Around lunchtime, Lysandra walked in holding a small green box that was trademarked to her bakery. She knocked and Aelin’s head shot up before a smile took over her face.

“Yeah! You brought it!” Aelin said getting up from her chair to hug her best friend.

“I also brought some food from Emrys,” she said holding up a takeout bag which she pulled out of Aelin’s reach, when she pouted Lys said “And, a slice of his chocolate cake.” Aelin jumped up and down grabbing the bag from Lys before pulling out a couple of fries to eat before splitting up the food between her and Lysandra.

“I love you Lys, and I love your baking but nothing will ever beat Emrys’s chocolate cake, I swear he puts crack in it.” Lys laughed at her friend taking a bite out of her own burger.

“So you gonna tell me why you needed me to make you chocolate?”

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After Lysandra left, Aelin took the box of chocolate up a floor to Rowan’s office. His office door was open but he was on a call, his back towards the door. Aelin knocked tentatively, when he turned around and saw her he placed one finger up telling her he would be just a minute.

“I understand that, but in the meantime I don’t want him anywhere near his son. We’ll file a restraining order on him, I can get a judge to sign it in,” Rowan looked at his wristwatch, “about an hour. Does that work?” Rowan nodded his head to whoever was on the phone before setting it back on the receiver. He walked around his desk to the front and leaned against it, crossing on leg over the other.

Damn it, he was attractive.

“I came to bring you this,” Aelin said handing over the green box that Lysandra brought earlier. He lifted a silver eyebrow at her. Aelin shrugged and smiled.

“I realized that we might have gotten off on the wrong foot so I wanted to give you a little something so that you know where we stand. Rowan opened the box while Aelin’s smile grew brighter.

“What is this?” Rowan asked, still staring at the contents inside the box.

“It's homemade dark chocolate, your favorite.” Rowan lifted the box towards Aelin where she could see the message written inside.

“Oh, that. That’s from me.” The words ‘Rival Confirmed’ were written across the assortment of chocolate sweets that Lysandra had put together for Aelin.

“Anyway, looking forward to working with you.” Aelin turned and walked out the door feeling much more satisfied than the day before.

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zankivich · 5 years ago

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Corona Diares pt 3: An Arrangement Sequel

Prompt: Maybe for the Corona diaries we could discuss Shawn and Y/n having the baby talk and how they both have different views on it, like Y/n last concern is having baby with the epidemic happening but Shawn just can’t help be day dream about it so they’re just both conflicted.

WARNINGS: Smut, lots of smut, talks of abortions

*y/n’s point’ of view*

Look, you sympathized with the parents and the zoom meetings and trying to remember fourth grade math. Truly! Familyhood in the middle of a pandemic was rough. At least it seemed rough on instagram. However, y/n and Shawn had their own trials and tribulations okay? Like really important, complex shit. Honestly.

“Babe I can’t get good leverage, the countertop’s too high.” He groaned against your shoulder.

You whined softly licking a--truly perfectly made--chocolate meringue off his shoulder.

“Mmm. Leverage feels just fine to me papi.”

His hips stuttered against yours and your legs tightened wonderfully.

“God I love it when you call me that.”

“Yea and I like eating my desserts off your body. So maybe keep some motion in that ocean and take me across the finish line.” You giggled.

“I love you so fucking much. C’mere.”

Quarintine sex is a lot of hard work y’all. It’s also a world of possibilities. Fun...inventive...delightful possibilities. You loved being a married woman in her thirties. No kids. No major responsibilities besides the health and wellbeing of each other. And beyond the world falling apart and the crippling weight of depression, ya girl had to get serotonin in whatever way possible. Enter Shawn’s dick.

Sex in the bedroom was no longer as enticing as sex...everywhere else. The beauty of being grown ass adults with no children, in a big ole house all by yourselves was there you could be creative. And Shawn and you loved to get creative.

“What if you rode me in the home theater babe? I’ve always secretely wanted to have sex at the movies.”

You had just finished getting handsy in the shower and you were trying to dry his slobber off your neck while this man was already trying to get you in another compromising position. Men.

You rolled your eyes at him. “If you think I’m doing all that thigh work just so you can watch Harry Potter, you’ve got another thing coming, sir.”

“Ew! I would never watch a movie with children in it while we’re having sex. What the hell do I look like?”

“The nerd that you are.” You snorted.

“Funny. Very funny.”

Shawn ran a towel through his curls leaving you to stand in front of the mirror watching him instead. It’d been weeks since his last hair cut and his curls were getting long. He usually kept it short for you, because he knew you preferred in that way. But in hindsight there was something quite enticing about the way those curls looked flopped against his head. He looked so damn soft.

He looked up at you and smiled gently before turning to wrap his arms around your waist. His lips trailed your skin still fresh from the shower. You could smell the mint body wash you used, and the warmth of his shampoo. His lips were warm against your cool skin. You melted against him with ease, didn’t even question it. He’d always been your weakness.

“I just thought it could be fun. Different.” He hummed against your shoulder. “Truth is, making love to you is always going to be amazing. So, we can do it wherever you’re comfortable.”

“You mean that?” You mumbled fingers dancing into his curls.

“Of course.”

“The first part though? Even when I’m old and my ass is saggy and so are my arms and my boobs and everything else?”

He rolled his eyes. “As if you even have to ask me that. I’m in love with your soul baby. Everything else will only get better with time.”

Those cheesy lines of his were so ridiculous. And yet here you were being swept up by them constantly. Ew.

“Yea, okay big guy...So, the home theater huh?”

His eyes widened and he nodded quickly like a dog wagging his tail, curls flopping against you.

“And you can pick next. Anywhere you wanna go, anything you wanna do. I only aim to please. And we both know I do.”

“You are so cocky and so obnoxious, it’s astounding.”

He grinned down at you without care.

“Exactly. It’s basically why you married me, my sweet.”

Well. he had you there.

***

“Fuuuuuuck.” He whined.

You giggled leaning back into your glutes to push further down his length. His hands were all over you. Desperate and needy. Who would have thought shawn would be right? You were liking this theatre more by the minute.

“Feel good?” You hummed leaning back onto his knees.

“You know it does. T--Take this off. Need to see you.”

His fingers reached for the straps of your bra, hips still rutting beneath you. You smiled down at him reaching behind your back to undo the snaps. The second he touches you, the second his palms are on your body? Caressing. Touching. Gripping. It’s phenomenal. Leaves you gasping for breath so hard you think you might pass out. The fucking home theatre.

“‘M gonna cum.” you whimpered clawing at his shoulder.

“Yea? Cum for me then. Be a good girl and fucking cum.”

He bucked his hips again sending you sprawled out over his shoulder. And then it was a tight grip on your waist drilling into you for all that you were worth it. It didn’t matter how much you screamed, how much you sobbed, even if you begged him to stop. Shawn was after complete and total destruction. And he always got what he wanted.

“Fuck you are so beautiful when you cum.” He sighed hunting down your lips with his own. “I love you.”

“Mmm I love you. Hold me.” You demanded, legs still very much quivering.

“I can do that.”

And so you sit for a while, all the fire and brimstone of dominance gone, and replaced with comfort. You loved the way he held you. The way his fingers drew lines on your back, and his neck still gave way to the feel of his heart beat. Being intimate with Shawn was one of your favorite pastimes, and you swore it wasn’t just the sex. It was so much about him and who he was and how he made you feel. You were his because of it.

“I know what I want mine to be.”

“Hmm?”

You licked your dry lips and leaned up still feeling the stretch in your thighs. The way his fingers gripped your ass was a dream.

“I want it on the roof in the sunlight. On the day beds. Just like Rome.”

He chuckled and moved his hands along your back again.

“Rome, aye? Shit. I haven’t thought about Rome in years. You used to scare the shit out of me, you know that?”

You snorted. “I should still scare the shit out of you if you know better.”

“Oh you do, just for different reasons. I was so scared of saying the wrong thing. So scared of losing you before I even got you. I--I wanted it all to be perfect. I was so in love with you already and I didn’t even know it.” He chuckled. “Hey we’ve had a pretty good go at it so far, haven’t we?”

“I’d say so. I’ve never been happier in my life, so I think we’re good right here ya know?” You said, and reached for his curls to tug them back against his head. “I’ve been in love with you so long I can’t remember feeling anything else.”

He smiled so big it made your heart sore. So you kissed him and squeezed your fingers into the firm muscle of his shoulders. And he held you against his chest in the middle of the home theatre with nothing but the sounds of your breathing against one another. Life is perfect in that one little moment where the outside world couldn’t find you, couldn’t take what the two of you had if it fucking tried.

***

“You’d make such a beautiful mother one day.” He hummed and rolled one of your curls around his fingers.

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm. I’m gonna be honest I always thought the pregnant fetish thing was weird, but perhaps I could be persuaded.”

“Ew! Shawn, you’re such a creep!” You grunted shoving at his arms

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” He whined. “I swear. I just...you’d be beautiful, ya know? I can’t think of another joy stronger in this world than to make a baby with you.”

You bit your lip at that, eyes flickering to and away from his face.

“Shawn...we talked about this.”

“Yea, when we first got married. And if I remember correctly that ‘talk’ was you saying you weren’t ready to talk about it.”

“Yea, well I’m still not ready.” You huffed. “The fucking world is ending and you wanna try and bring another person into the middle of a shitstorm?”

“Hey, look at me? I’m not pressuring you. I’m not telling you I wanna have a baby today. I’m simply saying that I’ve been thinking about it, and I’d like us to discuss it. I--I want a family with you, y/n. When we got married, we both said kids weren’t off the table. I just wanna talk about it.”

“Okay just...not right now okay? Can’t we just enjoy the day together?”

“Of course.”

He kissed your head and settled firmly against you on the day beds. It was nice, but you knew the conversation was far from over.

***

Shawn and you liked to take the day to yourselves. It was a good way to manage time and not get sick of each other so much. Shawn would spend the day in his studio, or going for a run while you tried to master the art of breadmaking, or worked on securing more donations for front line workers and impacted community members. Then for dinner you’d meet again, almost like a date. It kind of felt exciting. Sometimes you dressed up and ordered something special. If not he’d cook something or you would. Dinner was still a special time for the two of you, a time to reconnect and come together.

Dinner tonight is this amazing italian place who did bolognese better than you had the time or precision to pull off. Shawn grabs a bottle of wine from the cellar. There’s garlic bread. It’s a wonderful fucking time. Until it isn’t.

“Hey, I was thinking after dinner we could go sit in the backyard? I’ll build us a fire. We can get drunk and maybe break into that stash of ours.”

You placed the salad on the dinner table while Shawn moved the food to plates.

“Hmmm. Sure, that sounds fun to me. I haven’t been high in days. This pandemic keeps going, I’ll end up on some Seth Rogen shit.”

“Good...and uh maybe before we get too fucked up we could . . . return to that conversation from earlier this week?”

You paused at the kitchen table, tension appearing thick and heavy in your shoulders. It was too soon. You weren’t ready yet. And the thought of his fucking doe eyes by campfire light was making you more anxious than ever.

“Conversation meaning?”

You went to grab napkins only for him to stop you at the kitchen counter. His eyebrows were raised in irritation but his hands couldn’t be softer on your hips. That was your guy, always giving everything to you even when you couldn’t be more stubborn.

“You know what I mean, sweetheart. Please? Just talk to me?”

And you were his girl because despite every nerve ending in your being that yearned to be in control, to have all the answers a hundred percent of the time, you could still always fall right into him. Give and take had never looked so good.

“Okay. After dinner. But I want to open the bottle of whiskey from the Obamas. Michelle would want that for me.”

He rolled his eyes playfully and kissed your forehead.

“Of course she would. Let’s eat.”

The backyard is a near endless field. Shawn had promised you apple trees and peach trees and mint and carrots and arugula. And you got it, though it would be a while before you would see the fruits of your labor, pun intended. There was room for growth is perhaps the point. So, when you sat there on a beautiful summer night, right around the campfire with two glasses of whiskey and a blunt, it felt far from suffocating. Shawn had a way of making you feel calm in the craziest of times. It’s what you loved most about him, what had drawn you to him all those years ago. He was always the light, the cool to balance out your heat. Tonight is no different.

“Y/n, I want a baby.”

Welp, so much for that.

“Well shit, no lube on the entrance huh? You’re just going straight for it.” You sighed between gulps of whiskey.

He only smiled the smile of a man who had grown used to your relentless beating around the bush. It was so annoying to be endlessly loved and intimately known by him. Ugh.

“It’s your body. And I respect that so much. That’s why I want us to talk about it. We always said after the label was stable, after the house was put together, after we lived for a little while. And I just keep watching all these milestones pass us by ya know? The awards and the honors and everything else I...I don’t want to spend my whole life accumulating stuff for no one to share it with.” He explained.

You peered down into your glass and reached to pour another shot.

“You’ve got me.”

“I do. And that’s the greatest privilege I’ve ever known, but I think you know that’s not quite what I meant, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes and slid down in your seat until your head peered up into the night and the blanket had fallen around your waist.

“Yea, I know. Look I just...I can’t help but feel like Mother Nature hereself is telling us all to calm the fuck down right now, and I don’t know that bringing a baby into the world doesn’t shit all over that.”

He nodded. “I know that things are kind of crazy right now. I guess that’s why I’ve been thinking about it. I--I want something good to come out of all this. We’re finally forced to slow the hell down, and I guess it just sort of feels like maybe Mother Nature wants us to be doing something with it.”

“And you think she wants you to cum inside of me, is that it?”

He’d been holding the blunt hostage for long enough, and so you reached for his fingers so he could hold the blunt to your lips. His expression was one of amusement.

“I already do that sweetheart. You’ve got a bit of a breeding kink.”

“Excuse me?!” You gasped sending a coughing fit through your system.

Shawn clapped you against your back to make sure you were okay and laughed like any of this was funny.

“Hey, I don’t judge. I told you I aim to please, only. Look this is beside the point. It’s not about the sex. If it was about the sex, we’d just keep having more sex. This is about a serious conversation about our life together. We’ve been married three years now, and I think we’re ready to move to the next step. In fact I don’t think there’s ever been a better time to plan out the next phase of things.”

Your eyes stayed on your drink. Stayed on the blanket or the fire. Anything to not have to look your husband in the eye.

“But I...I get pregnant and I lose everything that I am Shawn.”

He frowned at you, fingers reaching to caress your chin.

“How could you say that to me? You think I’m the kind of guy who wants you barefoot and pregnant? Sweetheart you run one of the largest labels in the industry. I--I would never take that away from you.”

“But the--the touring? The night long studio sessions? The negotiation meetings that last hours. How can I do any of that and be a mom? I--I’ll lose who I am, everything I worked so hard to become.” You sniffled. “I’m not ready to give it all up yet.”

“Honey you don’t have too! I’m not saying it’s gonna be peachy fucking keen for either of us. How am I supposed to tour, write records, fly across the world? It’s gonna be hard to figure it out, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try, right? I--I mean...you want to start a family with me, right?”

His voice got so low and his eyes downcast. You knew him better than anyone, better than you sometimes knew yourself. There was a pain in his face. A betrayal you’d only seen once before when you thought leaving might make life easier for the two of you. Shockingly enough it still guts you all the same. And so the tears come strong and your fingers tremble on the glass because there’s no one, absolutely no one, you'd want to hurt less than him.

“It’s not what you’re thinking.” you whispered.

He reached for your face now and made work with his thumb to rid your face of tears.

“Yea? Tell me then. What is it that I’m thinking?”

You blinked up at him and swallowed. “Shawn I...It’s not that I don’t want kids. It’s just that something happened to me a long time ago and I guess--I guess I’m just not quite over it yet.”

He nodded. “Okay. And what’s that? You can tell me anything sweetheart, I just wanna understand.”

You broke gently from the hold of his hands and reached for the bottle of whiskey. Only this time it was his glass you refilled.

“You’re gonna want that.” You sighed. “Look the industry was much different when I was coming up than it is now. There were absolutely no safeguards to protect women like me. And I--I didn’t have a fancy degree. I wasn’t white. I wasn’t a man. I had to crawl my way up the ladder until my fucking fingers bled, alright?”

“Of course. I know how hard you worked.” He mumbled in agreement.

“Yea well, not quite. I was twenty years old. I left home to tour with Paramore. It was my first gig doing more than the merch table. I was assistant to the production manager. It was my shot. The tour was for over ninety dates. It would have cemented my place you know? The opportunities were endless if I did a good job. Plus during the day the band was bored so everyone would just hang out, play music. People started to notice that I knew what I was talking about.”

“I was a dumbass kid. I was just as driven as I am now but I didn’t really take things seriously. I drank. I partied. Did all sorts of dumb shit. And uh...I made a really fucking stupid mistake.” You sniffled.

You reached for your drink only to finish it and reach for Shawn’s. His hand stayed warm and soothing on your back as the tears worked their way down your face. He was calm and quiet and attentive. It only left more room for you to be honest and to also revel in your pain a little bit.

“It’s okay. I’m right here.” He whispered.

You shook your head and tried to control your emotions, but it just wasn’t in the cards.

“I slept with some guy. H--He worked in audio. It wasn’t serious, but I didn’t want anything serious. I wanted to be free, whatever the fuck that means. After a few months I notice my period’s late. We were between legs so I was at home.”

You had to pause to let the tears run down so that they didn’t choke you as much.

“Oh y/n. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

But you’ve dredged it up now. You’ve reached deep into the part of yourself that was made up of past selves and you shook her free. There was nothing left to do but see it all through.

“I got pregnant and I thought my life was over. You think a black woman in the music industry is a tough cut, a black pregnant woman is like a fucking unicorn. I--I had just made it. My boss was promising my pick of future tours. I was gonna learn from the greats. I was gonna...I was gonna be the business woman I always wanted to be.” You sobbed. “I couldn’t lose it Shawn. It was everything I ever wanted.”

“I understand.” He nodded, eyes wet and voice uneven. “I hear every word you’re saying. And I’m so sorry. I--I didn’t realize. Come here, please?”

He held you for a while. Your face in his neck and his fingers rubbing into the skin of your back. He was trying to root you, to bring you back down from the clouds where you sometimes couldn’t help but go. It was a place you hadn’t been in so long, but here you were facing a part of yourself you’d done everything to forget.

“Ti went with me to a clinic.” You whispered hoarsely in his ear. “She’s the only other person I’ve ever told. Not even the father. I’m sorry.”

His arms tightened around you. “Don’t you dare apologize for that. Never, do you hear me? I’m so sorry you went through that. And I’m sorry you were in a position that made you choose. I’m just sorry. I love you so much, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

His shoulder is as great a place as any to wipe tears and to find solace at the same time. No one had ever held you like Shawn. There’s a warmth there that couldn’t be found in the fire or the weed or the whiskey. He was special. The love of your life for lack of a better word.

“I--I’m sorry. I should have told you when we got married.”

“No. I’m only happy you felt comfortable enough to tell me now. That’s all that matters to me. Look let’s not talk about this anymore tonight. We can come back to it. Let’s get you to be instead huh?”

You nodded softly. “Yea. Please.”

“Course. Let me put the fire out. Just sit here, finish your drink. I’ll take care of everything.”

The last thing you remember was him pulling you into his arms The smell of his leftover aftershave against your nostrils. The feel of his grip on your arms as he held you through the night. Even in tragedy the only thing that registered was him.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

She’s peaceful when she sleeps. It’s perhaps the only time that there aren’t a million expressions and thoughts on her face. So with the sun streaming in, bright yellow shimmers of gold across melanin cheekbones, he just watches her as long as he can. Because it’s truly a moment of comfort for him, when all he has to focus on is how beautiful she is. They’re the moments he lives for, waking up before her.

When she wakes up and stretches like a cat he chuckles a little bit. That’s his baby without a doubt. And he loved no one the way that he loved her. Not even himself.

“Good morning.” He smiled softly reaching for her cheek. “Missed you.”

She snorted. “While I was sleeping?”

“Yep. It’s been what...like seven whole hours since I saw you? It’s been awful, babe.”

“I can see that . . . Look I just wanted to apologize for last night. I feel like I really fucked things up.”

He shook his head. “Hey, no, no you didn’t alright? Look, there is nothing that means more in the world than us being honest with each other. I am so happy you told me, and I’m just sorry that this brings those kinds of memories up for you. It’s the last thing I want okay? Promise me you believe that.”

“I do, I do.” She whispered. “Look, I would love to have kids. I would love to have someone to leave everything we’ve been working towards for the past five years. But, I’mafraid. I’m afraid of the anxiety and the fear of the world right now, and I’m afraid that maybe I’d be a really shit mom. I don’t know, it’s just a lot.”

“Yea...You’re right. It’s scary. I can’t deny that. Look I don’t want to try and convince you that your fears are silly, because I have the same fears. I just want us to keep talking. I just want us to be honest with each other. And yea, eventually I’d like us to get to the spot where we felt comfortable giving the baby thing a shot.” He explained. “It doesn’t have to be today. Just never stop talking to me okay?”

“You sure? We both know my ass can talk.”

“Sweetheart, I’m counting on it.”

***

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years ago

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Stark Spangled Forever- Utter Nonsense Drabble... 40 Questions!

Yeah so don’t ask me where this came from, but I saw these floating around and for some reason decided it would be funny if Steve and Katie answered some of them instead of me...

I think the original post was from @odaatlover and I think I was taggeed by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork. Anyway, I took my favourite ones and this was the result...enjoy!

1. What’s one animal you wish you could have as a pet but can’t?

Katie: I’d kinda like a tiger. They’re so graceful and pretty but pack a mean bite and you wouldn’t mess with one would you?

Steve: Who does that remind you of?

2. Favorite thing to wear to sleep?

Steve: (grinning) Nothing.

Katie : I can confirm that is also my favourite thing he sleeps in...

3. What song really gets you going?

Katie: In what way? If it’s to dance and just act like a crazy fool to then its always going to be “Back in Black” because it reminds me a lot of Tony and happy times growing up. But if its one to spark memories then its our wedding song.

Steve: “The Only One In Color” by Trapt. I also kinda like the John Legend song “You and I” because it reminds me of her, you know, the bit aout trying on every damned out fit she ownes before we can go out.

Katie: I don’t do that.

Steve looks at Katie, eyebrow raising.

Katie: Ok, maybe I can be a little incecisive....but tha wasn’t really the point of the...you know what, never mind. Next...

4. Where do you usually eat your meals?

Steve: It depends. If its breakfast or lunch dring the week then it’s usual eaten on the go whilst we’re getting the kids sorted or I’m in between classes...but dinner, well we always try and sit down. And at weekends we always eat at the table with the kids.

5. Favorite meal: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

Katie: Dinner. During the week Steve and I eat a little bit later than the kids so we have that time to ourselves just to decompress and talk about our day, have a bit of us time...and at weekend we’re al together so I love it.

Steve: I love it for all those reasons, and also because she’s the best damned cook on the planet.

6. Most embarrassing habit?

Katie: Erm...

Steve: It’s pretty embarassing when you throw a Brat tantrum about something.. Katie: I don’t do that in public.

Steve: Bullshit. I refer you to the whole car purchasing situation a few years ago.

Katie: Jamie was only a baby...I was hormonal.

Steve: Hormonal my ass, you were being a brat.

Katie: Whatever. Yours is definately the need to stand with your hands on your hips and give someone your Captain look, especially when it’s someone you have never met before but they just happen to be doing something to piss you off.

Steve: I make no apologies for this. People can be idiots.

7. Chocolate or fruity candy?

Both at same time: Chocolate.

Steve: Preferably British. Cadbury’s to be specific. I got a taste for it when I was in London during the war.

Katie: He has a secret stash he hides from the kids...it’s great to blackmail him with.

8. Soft or hard tacos?

Steve: Soft

Katie: Hard

Steve: Although hard ones always remind me of when you went into labour with Jamie. We were making them for lunch and you had a contraction and crushed one...

Katie: Oh yeah, maybe soft in that case...because that was painful. And then I went throguh that another 3 times.Which is your fault.

Steve: I take full responsibility, yes.

9. Worst way to break up a fight?

Katie: Walk into the middle of it and say “Prove it, put the hamer down...” Steve: sighs, That was one time.

Katie: And it levelled a forest.

Steve: Did it work?

Katie: Hmmm, suppose so.

Steve: There you go ...but if its a fight between us, the I can think of the best way to break it up...

Katie : grinning, yeah...that’ s pretty funny. Or the worst one is telling you you’re in the spare room.

Steve: Yeah...that sucks.

10. Best thing to say in an elevator of strangers?

Katie: Putting on deep voice “Before we get started, does anyone wanna get out?”

Steve: Sighing I wish I had some smart reply to that bu I don’t...

Katie: No, you just threw us out the side of the damned thing from 14 storeys up

Steve: 19

Katie: That’s...that’s not better Steve.

11. Any hidden talents?

Steve: Not so much hidden really but I’m not a bad artist and Katie’s singing and piano playing is off the scale.

Katie: Steve’s really good at DIY. Like, brilliantly good. And also pretty savvy with technology all things considered...

Steve: When you say all things considered you mean because I’m like 112

Katie: Actually, you’re like 127 if you count the 15 years you spent back in time after putting the stones back.

Steve: hesitates I thought you said they didn’t count because I didn’t spend them with you.

Katie: They don’t, but they still happened.

12. Socks or bare feet around the house?

Steve: Socks

Katie: Bare feet

Steve: Neither of those protect you from standing on lego, which for the record, I reckon has to be a pain worse than chilbirth.

Katie: Seriously? You’re going there?

Steve: Ok, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration but it still hurts like hell.

13: Favorite board game?

Katie: Monopoly. Its funny to watch Emmy and Jamie getting really agitated and annoyed. The younger 3 don’t really get it, Rori just likes to help Steve by sorting all his money into piles and suggesting things he can spend it on.

Steve: Namely tutus and tap shoes...she still wants to be chorus girl.

14:Heat on or keep it cold with lots of layers?

Katie: Oh my God. Steve is a nightmare as he runs hotter than any of us, so whilst we want the fire or heat on he’s complaining he’s boiling hot all the time. Our bedroom is like an ice block.

Steve: Doll, I’ve been in an ice block. Trust me, our bedroom is like a furnace in comparison.

Katie: It si nice though, like sleeping with a big hot water bottle.

15: At what age did you first have alcohol?

Katie: I’m sure Tony gave me beer when I was 15 or something but the first time I ever got drunk was aged 17. I went to a keg party at one of my friends and I was aboslutely shit faced. Tony held my hair back whilst i puked my guts upt for a good hour once I was home. I had the hangover to end all hangovers the next day and he cracked JARVIS up to maximum volume just to teach me a lesson.

Steve: I think I was 18. Me and Buck drank a bottle of his dad’s home made hooch...yeah, it didn’t take me much to get me drunk back then and I was very, very illl. Ma thought I had a fever. Mr Barnes thought it was hilarious, but still gave us both a slap upside th head...

16. What’s the most amount of money you’ve spent on a single item of clothing?

Katie: I would say my wedding dress, but Tony bought that for me, so it would probably the the dress I wore to the SIP Launch for The Color Of Revenge...that cost...well it was in the tens of thousands

Steve: Blinking How much?

Katie: You don’t need to know.

17. What do you typically wear to formal events?

Steve: Whatever my gal tells me to.

Katie: And you always look great Soldier.

18. Favorite memory?

Steve: Oooh, other than when we adopted Emmy or the kids were born, I’d have to say when Katie agreed to be my wife. I’ll never forget that day as long as I live.

Katie: Me neither, not least becase I got my camero...

Steve: rolls eyes.

Katie: Joking aside, yeah the engagement sticks in my mind but I think it was when you finally kissed me for the first time. I knew then that I was never gonna let you go.

Steve: yeah...that...ok you know what this is an impossible question after being together for so long.

19. Favorite shoes?

Katie: I have a pair of sparkly gold Jimmy Choo stilettoes that I’ve had for ages. They’re gorgeous, with ankle straps and pointed toes. I’ve had them for almost 17 years but they’re amazin.

Steve: grins. Yeah, they’re my favourite shoes too...

Katie: Pervert.

Steve: I’m not even gonna deny it. Those shoes ALWAYS stay on if I can help it.

20. Most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

Both start to laugh hysterically.

Steve: Where do we start?

Katie: New York, Washington, Sokovia, Lagos, Leipzig, Siberia, Wakanda, Upstate and proablly a whole load of other places in between could be good places Stevie.

Steve: Yeah, this...I can’t answer this.

21. Most embarrassing thing your parents have caught you doing?

Katie: I was 7 when my parents died but taking Tony as surrogate, I reckon him catching us in the kitchen when we were...you know, and he didn’t actually know about us has got to be up there.

Steve: Yeah, that was pretty bad... although my Ma once caught me and Bucky measuring our... looks down.

Katie: splutters What? You never told me this?

Steve: Well its not exactly somethign that crops up in conersation sweethheart? “Oh by the way, once when we were 16 me and Buck compared sizes...” Katie: Blinks. Boys are strange. So who had the biggest...

Steve: Next question...

22. Last time you had an orgasm?

Both grin.

Steve: Last night

Katie: I can confrim this...there’s not many nights to be fair where we don’t...

23: Celebrity Crushes?

Katie: grins. Does Bucky Barnes count?

Steve: Fuck you.

24: Makeup or natural?

Katie: Normally I just wear a bit of tinted moisturiser and mascara, now I have the kids anyway. I don’t have time to really do my face in a morning. I’ll make the effort when we go out though...

Steve: You don’t need it honey.

Katie: Awww thanks baby.

Steve: Although that red lipstick you wear, the bright red..yeah...I like that... grins wickedly and winks It smears well...

Katie flushes: dirt bag

25. Favorite season?

Katie: Summer. Growing up in Malibu I like the sun and warmth.

Steve: Fall. It’s an artists dream...the colours and textures are amazing to work with

Katie: Fall is rubbish. Everything dies and it’s a bit shit.

Steve: But you make apple pie and get to snuggle in my sweaters.

Katie: literally the only 2 things good about it.

26. Are you a competitive person?

Katie snorts and looks at Steve

Steve: I’m not even going to deny it.

Katie: He even refuses to let the kids win a games sometimes.

Steve: Important life lessons, Doll.

27. First pet you’ve ever owned?

Katie: My goldfish Flounder, the one that Tony replaced about 8 times. Other than that it was my Turkey Marv, he was ace.

Steve: I didn’t have any growing up so mine would be Lucky. He was a great dog.

28. Favorite pasta dish?

Steve: Mac and Cheese, specifically Katie’s. It’s amazing.

Katie smiling: Yeah I like Mac and Cheese, but I also enjoy carbonara.

29. Favorite kind of pizza?

Both: Pepperoni.

Steve: New York Style.

Katie: I like Deepdish every now and then.

Steve: It’s not the same...

Katie: well dur, that’s the point.

Steve: Yeah, not convinced.

30. Lots of acquaintances or a handful of close friends?

Katie: Handful of close friends, without a doubt. They become an extension of your family, you know. All of us in the Avengers were close and when you have that bond, you’ll do anything for one another.

Steve: Agree completely. When you’re close like we all are then it makes everything that little bit easier, knowing that whatever you’re facing you’ve got each others 6.

31: Something that ruins your appetite?

Katie: Narrows eyes Whenver I see Ross on Tv. Makes me want to puke.

Steve: You really should let that go you know?

Katie: Never. I hold a grudge very well.

Steve: Don’t I know it.

32. Night out with a bunch of friends in public or night in with one friend having deep conversations?

Steve: I’ve never been one for big nights out. I enjoy the odd one now and then but, I’d much rather curl up on the sofa or round the firepit with Katie or Sam or Bucky with a beer and some decent talk.

Katie: Yeah, at one time I would have said night out hands down, but certianly since having the kids, or even since we started dating, it’s definately change my ideas a little. Some of the nicest nights we’ve had have been spent on the sofa.

Steve grins: yeah...

Katie: And not just because of that....

33. Have you ever told someone you loved them first?

Steve: I’ve only ever told one girl I loved them and she’s sat right here, and I said it first that night...

Katie: smiling Yeah, yeah you did. I wasn’t far behind though, like 3 seconds or something.

34. Have you ever had sex on the first date?

Katie: Does a one night stand count as a first date? Because if so then yes...

Steve: Same.

Katie: Lottie?

Steve: Storm?

Both look at one another, teasingly.

Katie: Ok next question...

35. Heroes or villains?

Steve: Some people might say there’s a fine line between the two. Katie: Oh here he goes, getting all Captain Philosophical again...look, everyone knows we were suposedly the heroes Steve, and to be fair we saved the world a fair few times, we were even fighting in the shadows during the Nomad years.

Steve: I know, I know...

36. How many plates can you eat at a buffet?

Steve: You know I’ve never actually counted.

Katie: You did 20 at the last brunch we went to.

Steve: 20...that’s...impressive.

Katie: smirking Bucky did 22

Steve: sighs Of course he did...

37: Favorite dessert?

Steve: Apple pie, preferably Katie’s

Katie: Pecan pie. Hands down.

38 Would you rather watch a TV show or a movie?

Steve: Ooh, that’s..i suppose it depends. I do like a good TV series, especially if we can curl up and binge watch once the kids are going to bed but I do have fond memories of us working through the films on my list...

Katie: smiling, yeah we had a lot of fun. Still

39. What’s your favorite compliment to give?

Steve: I love telling Katie how beautiful she is, and what a wonderful mother she is...all of which is true.

Katie: I like to remind Steve that he’s my Steve Rogers, not Captain America...because he is. And he’s the most amazing man on the planet, with or withouth that serum coursing through his veins. Which is what makes him the best dad the kids could wish for.

40. What’s the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

Steve: smiling, she’s sat right next to me.

Katie: smiling , back at ya soldier.

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thatordinaryoddity · 4 years ago

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UPDATE: Once In A Blue Goddamn Moon

a 💗 Jamie & Dani Fanfiction 💗 [The Haunting Of Bly Manor, Netflix 2020]

written by thatordinaryoddity

Rating: K+

Words: ~9,5k

Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort

Status: Complete (will be uploaded in three chapters + Prologue)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27475423/chapters/67177879

FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13742358/2/Once-In-A-Blue-Goddamn-Moon

Summary: Jamie leaves Flora’s weeding more wrapped up in her thoughts than usual. In all those years, there hadn’t been a day without thinking of her deceased lover Dani. But sometimes, once in a blue goddamn moon, events coincide in an exceptional, odd way.

A/N: Hey there darlings! I hope you’re all doing well!

I’ve just managed to upload my fanfiction on AO3 and FF.net *yay*. In short, here’s the new update, have fun! Next chapter will be out tomorrow, same time, same place(s) - until then, stay awesome!

The Garden Above the City

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Jamie dropped off her luggage and went straight to the kitchen to get herself a cold, clear glass of water. Finally, after what felt like way more than an almost seven hour flight, she was in her usual environment again. To tell from the dawn outside the window, the day had just begun here in England since they had been on a nightplane. A little bit jetlagged, she pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders as she seated herself in the dark-green, cosy vintage loveseat. Like some sort of weird compulsion, she checked the water surface with every sip she took from her glass, hoping to see her reflection – as always, even after all this time, even after all this disappointing time.

In hope of getting some distraction from her train of thoughts, she grabbed the remote control for her radio and switched it on. Restless as the past few days had left her, she shifted around nervously on the seat, unable to find a comfortable way to sit. After a few fidgety minutes, the grey-haired woman gave up on finding any rest and decided to make herself a little something to eat instead. In the background, the music from the radio silenced to make room for the daily news. A female voice started talking:

And now to the weather forecast. This Friday autumn morning will be sunny in all parts of South England. It’s supposed to get cloudy with thunderstorms in the evening. Over the weekend, we expect rain in the greatest parts of Britain. Also, a rare Blue Moon will appear this weekend, coinciding with Halloween for the first time in more than 70 years. The full moon will rise in the east at 4.53 pm in the UK on Saturday, less than 20 minutes after the sun sets.

Jamie wasn’t even really listening. It was more like she heard the voice of the radio lady but couldn’t catch what she was saying. She was just tucked so far away in her own thoughts.

After she had eaten her breakfast and unpacked her suitcase, she decided to visit her favourite place in the world – Teddy’s little rooftop garden – one of the few things left to give her soul some comfort.

When Dani left all those years ago, Jamie had been unable to set another foot inside their florist’s shop back in America. Everything was connected to too many memories. There wasn’t a single spot where they hadn’t kissed. Sometimes, Jamie even came across a blonde hair here and there which would leave her as a sobbing wreck for the rest of the day.

She couldn’t even remember what she had been doing all day long during the first few weeks, if she had eaten or not, but she knew she hadn’t been sleeping for more than an hour at a time. She hadn’t even been able to bear collapsing into unconsciousness, because waking up from it to once again face her loss had been torture. She had begun to feel even worse since that one time she had gone to the shop, only to find all their plants dead due to the weeks of unintentional neglect. It hurt so much. All of it felt miserable.

After what had seemed like an eternity, some kind of inner healing had set in. Something inside her had told her she needed to move on. And although no hour had passed without her being reminded of that awful grief, Jamie had managed to move on one day. She had sold the flower shop and also her – their – flat, packed only the indispensables and booked a one way flight back to England. The woman had been aware that she couldn’t stay in America, in that cosy apartment, near the charming florist’s. It had been their dream, their life – and she would have perished had she stayed there.

Fortunately, she’d had some money left over from selling the flower shop and Henry Wingrave’s noble inheritance – he had sold all the antiquities and expensive, century-old furniture in Bly Manor to get rid of “all the old dust”. And since he was one of the only four people to remember what exactly had occurred at Bly Manor, he had decided to split the money between them as some sort of indemnity.

Back in Britain, Jamie had moved into a charming, suburban brick row house on the outskirts of a larger city. She’d been unable to bear living on the landside all alone because her own thoughts seemed too loud in all that silence. Likewise, living in the city centre had not been an option because the rush always unsettled her. Therefore, her current, modest accommodation had been just the right choice in her situation. Yet as the seasons had changed and one year had turned into two, the green-eyed woman had felt that something was missing inside her heart – the presence of a garden, of real flowers and plants. Since her row house didn’t have much more to offer than a few tiny window cills which were far too small to make a suitable home for all of her pot plants, Jamie had decided to search for something else. As luck would have it, she had found just what she had been looking for one day on the empty bus seat next to her while on her way home from grocery shopping. The forgotten newspaper on the seat right next to her had revealed just the right page of small ads:

Retired Gardener needs helping hand with his 40 sqm rooftop garden including a conservatory. All those interested please contact Theodore Campbell under ….

This ad had been more than just written words on the newspaper, it had been the beginning of something great, of something essential for the woman’s soul to find a little comfort and silence after all this time.

The years had gone by and turned her hair a steely gray, and she had gotten used to this new reality. Dani was never gone from her mind, not a single second, but it had become easier to live with all that screaming numbness inside her.

Theodore Campbell – Teddy – who suffered from multiple sclerosis and was confined to his wheelchair, had provided Jamie with so much love and understanding that he had become family to her. Truthful family, unlike those people who were related to her by blood. The elderly woman had shared her story with the old man and he had listened, understood, and remained silent when she had just needed to cry. Thus the little garden above the city had become not only a diversion, a pastime – but instead it had become home to her.

Teddy was 85 years old by now and Jamie visited him at least five days a week. Just as much as she saw him as a father, the old man loved Jamie like his own daughter. His wife had also passed away many, many years ago and the couple never had any children. Somehow, Teddy was a kind of role model for the green-eyed woman, because he himself had been through really hard times and yet, he always had a smile on his lips and another joke to tell every day. When his health began to deteriorate, he became reliant on his wheelchair, unable to attend to his gardening duties all by himself. Unwilling to give up the rooftop garden and sell it to someone who might just turn it into a rooftop terrace, he had place the ad in the newspaper.

Luckily, the pensioner was able to draw from his savings to pay for his treatments and special care, but with that burden and the rather lousy annuity a gardener gets, money was short nonetheless. Despite his financial status, he insisted to pay Jamie for her help, but she had always declined. His company and the garden had always been more than enough compensation for her. That, and the afternoon tea with shortbread biscuits, of course.

“It’s fine Teddy, I’ll get it,” the elderly woman put away her gardening gloves as the doorbell rang. The passionate gardener had spent almost the whole day on the rooftop, nurturing the plants and flowers with care and dedication, as she had been away for almost one week. Utterly absorbed in her work, she hadn’t even noticed that the sun was setting.

“Good evening Madam, trick or treat,” three colourfully dressed up children stood outside the door, gleefully grinning and bursting with excitement.

“Oh hi there, I love your costumes, you’re all exceedingly spooky! Let me see what the secret sweets stash has to offer!” Jamie smiled back at them, rushed into the kitchen, grabbing a handful of chocolate bars and handed each kid a few of them.

At the back of her head, she remembered the radio announcement about Halloween and the occurrence of the rare blue moon this night. If the kids hadn’t turned up in their costumes, she wouldn’t even have recalled that tonight was Halloween. She hardly attributed any importance to holidays like this, always assuming them to be a day like any other, but unbeknownst to her, this Halloween would turn out to be a very special one.

Without the sunlight warming her in the chilly autumn breeze, Jamie decided to lay her work on the rooftop garden down for the day and put on some good night tea for Teddy and herself.

“Ah thank you my dear, you are truly an angel!” Teddy said gratefully, as he took the hot tea mug from her. “You care to join me for a while?” The old man had hoped to be able to spend some time with her because he had noticed that something was especially strange since the moment she entered his apartment this day. Since she had returned from her trip to America for the wedding ceremony, Jamie seemed to be more absent-minded than usual.

“Would you mind if I go outside to the garden? The moon is so pretty tonight and I just want to admire it for a little bit on my own.” With a faint smile she placed her hand on the old man’s shoulder, trying to let him know that he needn’t worry. With a soft nod, he accepted her wish.

The sun had set entirely by now and the clear sky was embellished with its shiny stars already. The full moon tinted the rooftop with all the plants in a pale, silvery light. Despite her brown turtleneck pullover, made from very warm and soft linen, the elderly woman slightly shivered in the cold night air. Nevertheless, she sat down on the iron garden bench, wrapping her elegant, slender fingers tighter around the warm mug. With every sip, the warmth of the tea seemed to spread inside her body, stopping her from freezing any longer. The night was so very calm, and soon, her heavy thoughts, too, appeared to fall silent. Before she knew it, sleep somehow overcame her after a day of hard work and all the mental tension over the past week.

Jamie woke up, trying to figure out where she was for a moment. She didn’t know how long she’d been sleeping there, outside, on the cold iron stand of the garden bench. But somehow, her surroundings appeared to be ghostly silent and the cold night suddenly seemed very mild, more like a summer night really. There wasn’t a noise to hear, not even some distant hustle of traffic, not even the wind playing with the leaves of the plants. The green-eyed woman felt uneasy, odd, somehow dizzy. With one last glance upon the sky to the gorgeous moon in all its glory, she went towards the door leading inside. Suddenly, she was interrupted by a voice. A voice, so obviously real and present, that denying it or blaming it on the wind would have been utterly pointless:

“Jamie...”

She was thunderstruck. It was as if all her body cells, every membrane and every fiber froze to ice. A cold sensation rushed through her body from head to toe, leaving every inch of her electrified. This voice – could it be real? Was it another dream? Suddenly, she heard it again, louder this time, but with the same fragile gentleness.

“Jamie...”

The elderly woman didn’t even dare to turn around, she was literally frozen. A sudden gasp escaped her lungs, when she felt a soft touch on her shoulder. She squinted her eyes, trying to wake up from what she believed to be a dream, but the touch tightened.

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youarejesting · 4 years ago

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Why not me?

Rating: Teen and Up Genre: Mystery, Romance, Drama, Action, Angst, Paranormal. Pairing: ? x Reader Summary: In Bightville there is never any nonsense, the scariest thing one might face is tripping at the roller-disco. But, when you move to the small town, crazy things start to happen. Suddenly people are going missing without any leads. It’s when your neighbor Seokjin goes missing that things get serious because now his friends suspect you!

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Hoseok woke groggily, he had tossed and turned all night trying to figure out what was happening. He made a timeline in his head working backwards. Jungkook’s strange drawings and eerie message. Jungkook’s witness of an argument between the new girl and the school’s outcast before dumping his jacket in the bin and leaving the scene. The new girl lying about seeing the missing kid. A kid going missing. New girl at school.

That was the timeline and with it was easy to pinpoint the event that caused it all. The new family moved in and suddenly a student goes missing after being with the new families daughter.

“Hoseok it’s time for breakfast” His mother called and he was only able to stomach a piece of toast, before he hopped into his car. Today was his turn to drive. It usually happened in the round. Yoongi picked up Jungkook and Namjoon everyday from their side of town and Hoseok and Jin alternate picking up Jimin and Taehyung. The rule was, if Jimin wasn’t waiting in the driveway to go to school without him and he will be late.

Hoseok went to grab Jimin first and was happy to see the young man standing in the driveway dancing. Jimin jumped in and they went on their way to grab Taehyung. Jimin as per usual through his torso out the passenger seat window and screamed.

“TAETAE!” He always giggled the same way as he did it and it made Hoseok’s heart warm at the continuity of his endearing gesture “HURRY UP!”

Taehyung stuck his head out the window and shouted “JIMIN!” as if he was reenacting some odd romeo and juliet play in his front yard.

Taehyung jumped in and the three headed to pick up Seokjin. They pulled up at the curb and Hoseok sighed “Ah, his car isn’t here, he has already left. Let’s go, boys”

The three whooped as they drove off to school, Jimin placed in one of Yoongi's cassette mix tapes.

It wasn’t long until Hoseok parked the old car into the parking lot, the group exited the vehicle and wandered into the school grounds where they found the small abandoned music room they all dubbed their hideout. It felt safe and they would always sneak in here if ever they wanted to escape the teachers.

Dropping his bag, Hoseok looked around the room, where most instruments gathered dust except the upright piano where Yoongi would play whatever melody came to his head. Hoseok saw Jungkook, Namjoon and Yoongi talking hushed about something and turned to look at the newcomers.

“Where is Jin?” Yoongi asked curiously

“He will be around. He must have left early and probably fell asleep in the armchair in the back of the library,” Jimin shrugged, looking for where they all stashed a box of snacks. When the young man grinned Hoseok knew he had found what he was looking for. Sure enough, pulling out a box from behind the bookshelf, Jimin rifled in the container.

He grabbed a small chocolate bar which was swooped on by the boys within the vicinity. “He was working late so he probably just drove to the school and came in to sleep”

“I thought there were more snacks here, Jungkook did you eat them?” Yoongi frowned, not liking the idea of having to buy more snacks for their secret base.

“It wasn’t me, maybe it was Jin,” Jungkook raised his hands innocently and Hoseok laughed, “We all eat them so let’s just all replace them”

“You are right” Taehyung smiled, chewing on a square of chocolate.

The group enjoyed the morning in each other's company until they were forced to attend their classes, Yoongi who had napped in the corner could only be convinced by Hoseok to leave for class. Even then Hoseok found himself practically carrying the young man to their class for attendance.

Hoseok was a very physical person; he loved little touches, hugs and hand holding. So he appreciated these wholesome moments when he could allow Yoongi to lean on his shoulder and lead him to the classroom.

The teacher began reading the students names in a daze, the students equally bored half heartedly noising their presence. The teacher got to the K’s and Hoseok barely “Kim Namjoon”

“Huh.” Hoseok laughed, Namjoon was smart but he had such a hard time trying to pay attention to a teacher for longer than five minutes. He fully zoned out or even corrected the teacher if he knew the subject already, which was most of the time.

“Kim Seokjin,” Hoseok waited for the familiar voice of Seokjin to declare his presence in some over the top fashion but there was nothing. Hoseok and the group turned simultaneously to the empty seat and Hoseok felt sick. Something was wrong, did he get into an accident late last night.

“Kim Seokjin?” the teacher repeated “Has anyone seen Mister Kim?”

The boys turned to each other and Jungkook stood up his pupils wide shaking in fear, his face draining of warmth and beads of cold sweat began running down his temple. Jungkook bolted from the classroom almost tripping over a desk.

“Mi-Mister Jeon!” The teacher called “Come back from class or you will have detention!”

“His car wasn’t at home this morning when we went to pick him up” Taehyung whispered

They all pushed up out of their seats moving out of their seats and took off for the parking lot.

“We will head to his work” Yoongi shouted “Whoever see’s Jungkook pick him up, he is probably hysterical. If we find anything we will call the house. If we don't stay there, we will come over.”

Hoseok nodded and the group was split. Hoseok took Namjoon and Taehyung and Yoongi took Jimin.

About to reverse out of his park something hit the hood of Hoseok’s car. They all yelped turning to see you hands on the bonnet. You climbed into the back seat. “Someone else is missing, I am coming with, something is going on and I am going to find out before I get interrogated again”

Hoseok drove as fast as he could whilst obeying the road rules and tried to ignore Taehyung who was biting his nails in the rear view mirror. The group pulled up at the house and Hoseok parked on the curb taking a deep shaky breath when he spotted the missing vehicle.

“His car is still not there” Namjoon whispered, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking out loud what they all were thinking “What if he got into a car accident late last night?”

“What if he went missing like that other kid in class” You spoke softly and the boys felt another sense of dread creeping in. The silence was awkward and long they all sat contemplating and processing the situation trying to find some semblance of an answer. “Let’s not waste time.”

You got out the car and Hoseok and the two guys followed, reaching the Kim family home, Hoseok was taking the initiative leading the group and raised his hand to knock. Things must have been moving to slow for your liking as you beat him to it, knocking firmly on the wooden door.

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thedaughterofkings · 5 years ago

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An American Werewolf ...

Written for @sterekweek2019 Day Six: Canon Highlights, 2k of re-imagining what might have happened after that pool scene!

Once the lizard creature - a Kanima according to Derek, whatever that might mean in detail - is dealt with and Scott disappears, very apologetic and nevertheless very quickly gone, Stiles stands in the parking lot and drips.

Next to him, Derek shifts and when Stiles turns to look at him, he looks ready to run away. And drips.

After a moment, he says: “Thank you.” Stiles has never been thanked so reluctantly. It’s almost hilarious how uncomfortable Derek looks - like a grumpy, wet cat. Stiles has to bite his lip to stop a grin spreading across his face that would surely get him slapped or punched right now. Derek does not look in a very witty mood right now.

Also he’s still dripping.

As is Stiles.

Stiles wrinkles his nose when a drop of pool water slides down it and then sighs.

“Alright, jump in.”

“What.”

Derek's aversion against inflection strikes again.

"Do you have a shower in your secret lair? Stiles asks and doesn't even give Derek a chance to answer before he continues: "Thought so. Now jump in; I'll let you use ours out of the goodness of my heart. Can’t have you die on me from pneumonia after I saved your life.”

“I’m a werewolf. I’m not going to die of pneumonia,” Derek says, rolling his eyes, and Stiles rolls his eyes right back at him.

“Your werewolfiness didn’t prevent you from drowning, did it? Nope, I, Stiles Stilinski, measly human that I am, did. So you are going to honour my heroic actions and get your furry ass into my car and then into my shower.”

He pulls open the passenger door of the Jeep and to his eternal surprise, Derek stops arguing and gets in.

The ride home is uncomfortable - not because of Derek, who is quiet, but not awkwardly so. It’s uncomfortable because Stiles sits in a pool of, well, pool water, his shoes make strange squelching noises with every movement and the stray drop sliding down his neck makes him shudder intermittently. Despite all of this, when they arrive Stiles takes one look at Derek, who looks like a drowned cat, or perhaps like a very grumpy drowned puppy, and sighs.

“The bathroom’s up on the first floor, first on the left. Towels are in the cabinet, I’ll get you some sweats or something. No stripes, I promise.”

When Derek doesn’t even show his teeth, Stiles knows he made the right decision in not just letting him slip away into the shadows. Or drip away into the shadows. Stiles puts on some hot water and digs around in the freezer for the one pizza he has hidden there for emergencies. If this doesn’t count as an emergency, then what does.

By the time the water shuts off in the bathroom, Stiles has the biggest pair of sweatpants he owns and an old police academy shirt that used to belong to his dad ready for Derek. He dithers over whether to add boxers, and then quickly grabs the least embarrassing pair and adds it to the pile as the door creaks open.

Derek has a towel wrapped around his waist and Stiles does his best not to ogle his shoulders or chest or the hint of thighs under the towel.

“Here you go,” he says, and hurriedly shoves the clothes into Derek’s hands. “When you’re ready, go check the pizza isn’t burning downstairs, would you?”

Then he turns away from Derek, hopefully before his flaming cheeks got too obvious and starts walking away when he realises he completely forgot to pick up some dry clothes for himself. But when he turns back to grab a shirt and some sweats, Derek has already dropped his towel. Stiles stares at his back, eyes travelling down from the spiral between his shoulder blades despite Stiles’ best efforts, over the dips at the bottom of his spine and finally across the curve of his ass. Then Stiles lets out what can only be called a squeak, decides dry clothes are overrated, and flees from the room.

After a brief attempt to drown himself in the shower, Stiles tells himself to man up and carefully peeks through the bathroom door. Some noise from downstairs gives him enough courage to slip into his thankfully empty room and quickly pull on some hopefully clean clothes from the pile on the foot of his bed.

He almost expects Derek to be gone when he gets down, but to his surprise, he hasn’t escaped while Stiles was in the shower. Instead he’s standing in Stiles’ kitchen, cursing softly under his breath as he attempts to get the pizza off the tray and onto a plate. While Stiles is watching, he gives up on waiting for gravity to do its job and just pulls the pizza off with his hand, hissing when his palm touches the hot tray.

“Dude, what the hell!”

Stiles hurries forwards and almost burns himself as well when he grabs Derek’s hand. But as he watches, the wound heals until just a faint red streak remains and they end up simply holding hands. When Stiles realises that, he hurriedly drops Derek’s hand and busies himself with grabbing some cutlery and plates, willing down the colour in his cheeks. Behind him Derek puts away the tray and grabs the pizza, following Stiles when he leads them out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“Get comfy, I’m going to get some hot tea - or would you prefer hot chocolate? I think we might still have some instant stuff somewhere. Not as good as made from scratch, but we definitely don’t have that in the house, my dad would sniff it out immediately. I’m surprised he didn’t find the pizza! Or would you like anything else, coffee, warm milk, water, a beer? We don’t have anything harder and we really shouldn’t even have the beer, but I think it’s Dad’s proof to himself and me that he’s not fallen off the wagon, so the beer is probably really old, but perhaps it’s still good. Does beer go off?”

He’d probably have kept on rambling if Derek hadn’t interrupted him: “Tea is fine, Stiles.”

“Tea it is!” Stiles replies brightly and escapes into the kitchen where he first bangs his head against the fridge. God, what is wrong with him! Then he sighs, drags a hand down his face and finally fills up a cup of tea for both of them. It’s not the drink he’d usually go for, especially not with pizza, but the shower has only done so much to warm him up, so tea it is.

When he comes back into the living room, walking carefully to make sure nothing spills - they’ve had enough of both water and burns for one day, he thinks, Derek has cut the pizza into slices and sat down. To Stiles’ surprise he didn’t choose the armchair, but the couch, so now Stiles has to decide whether he’s going to take the armchair or sit down next to Derek. He hesitates and then sits down on the couch as well, reasoning to himself that it’s easier to get at the pizza that way.

He promptly grabs a slice and shoves it into his mouth, mumbling: “Help yourself, dude,” when Derek doesn’t move to take a slice as well. Ignoring Derek’s disgusted look, he chews contentedly and switches on the TV, zapping through the channels until he ends up on something that looks familiar.

Stiles swallows and then says excitedly: “Dude, An American Werewolf in Paris!”

But to his surprise, Derek just furrows his brows in question.

“You’ve not seen it?” Stiles asks, confused. When Scott had first been bitten, Stiles had watched every single werewolf movie he could find, ostensibly in the name of research, but also just because most of them were hilarious, especially as he figured out this lycanthropy thing.

“I am a werewolf, Stiles, I don’t have to watch crappy werewolf movies,” Derek says, sounding particularly disdainful.

“Dude, that’s the best part!” Stiles exclaims. “You get to make fun of all the things they get wrong! Crappy werewolf movies are the best movies now!” He gestures towards the TV. “Like look at the cannibalism here - not too closely, though, they really went all out - isn’t it absurd!” He stop and narrows his eyes when a worrying thought crosses his mind. “The cannibalism is absurd, isn’t it?”

“No, Stiles, I’d much prefer to eat you than this pizza,” Derek deadpans and Stiles’ tea goes down the wrong pipe when his mind offers up decidedly un-cannibalistic images for that. He waves off Derek’s suddenly concerned look and croaks after he’s gotten his cough under control: “Let’s just stick to pizza for now, shall we?”

“I didn’t mean -” Derek stutters, his cheeks flaming, and Stiles ignores the pang in his chest at that admission and quickly says: “Nevermind, look, here’s their cure - killing the one that bit you, so far, so good, but then also eating their heart. I don’t think Scott would have been able to eat Peter’s heart, even if he’d have managed to kill him. Thanks for that by the way; I know Scott probably doesn’t agree, but I’m glad you killed Peter. Imagine if the stories about the cure were just that - stories - and we’d have ended up with Scott as the Alpha! That would have definitely ended in tears. Not that you’re all fun and smiles, mind, but we’ll get you there yet. First of all, laughing at crappy werewolf movies. Eat up and then settle in, we’re going to enjoy this.”

Derek looks as though he wants to say something, but then he gives into Stiles’ obviously superior commands and snags the last piece of pizza.

It takes a while, but about half way through the film he starts relaxing and, to Stiles’ surprise, even gets really into slagging off about all the inaccuracies. When it turns out the channel is having a werewolf night, it’s not even a question that they’re going to keep watching. Stiles just makes a dash up the stairs to raid his secret stash of unhealthy goodies, and then they settle in to watch the next film. And then the one after that.

Thankfully Stiles’ dad has the nightshift, otherwise this might be hard to explain.

Watching horrible movies with Derek is fun, way more than Stiles would have ever expected, and he even learns something, to the point where he’s tempted to write it all down. It’s valuable information after all! Derek’s humour is sharp and biting, but Stiles also forms a new appreciation for his trademark deadpan, which is hilarious in the right context. With every film they both sink deeper into the cushions, until Stiles’ side is pressed entirely against Derek, who is one hot line next to him. Thoughts already turning sluggish, Stiles wonders whether that’s a sign Derek is running a fever or whether he’s just naturally a supernatural furnace. Before he can ask him that though, he nods off, head sinking to rest on Derek’s shoulder and only wakes up hours later.

The TV has been turned off, but Derek is still there, sound asleep next to Stiles, or rather, half under him, as they’ve both slid down in slumber. He looks far younger with his face slack and not caught in a frown and Stiles pushes himself up on his elbows so he can study him properly. Even the eyebrows look less intimidating like this, instead they look more, well, sad. Stiles bites his lip and ever so carefully brushes away a curl of hair that has fallen into Derek’s eyes. There’s faint lines at their corners and Stiles remembers them crinkling up as Derek had laughed at one of Stiles’ stupid jokes. He can’t remember having seen Derek properly laugh ever before. Smile, sure, though most of those had been fake as shit, but laugh? A full belly, throw his head back laugh? Never.

And it’s a shame.

Stiles resolves there and then that he’s going to fix that. He’s going to make Derek Hale laugh and be happy, if it’s the last thing he does.

Starting tomorrow. There’s a vampire movie marathon on tomorrow night, surely that will offer some hilarity. Certainly if they show Twilight - Stiles can’t wait to hear Derek’s comments on Jacob and the whole imprinting business.

If they are really lucky, there might even be a Kanima movie marathon in their future, but Stiles isn’t placing any bets on that. Vampires will do for now and they’ll figure out the Kanima thing separately.

But for now sleep beckons him again. He considers moving upstairs into his bed, but Derek is warm and the stairs are cold and who’s to stop Derek from escaping without breakfast in the morning if Stiles does not literally lie on him, so with that reasoning in mind, he wriggles carefully until he’s found a more comfortable position and then closes his eyes again, letting himself be lulled in by the calm rhythm of Derek’s slow breaths.

Tomorrow can deal with all the inevitable questions. For now they sleep.

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cutesuki--bakugou · 5 years ago

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Chocolate Comfort

Characters: Bakugou x Koge (OC), ft. Natsuki, brief mentions of Seijirou, Dokuji, Matsuki, Atsuki and Otoha.

Rating: Teen | Cursing

Warning: Could be upsetting to those who suffer and struggle with bullying, some derogatory word usage, fluffy dad!Baku supporting his daughter

Words: 2839

a/n: I just love their relationship and want to write and develop it more, no real excuse otherwise.

The sound of slamming doors was an almost daily occurrence in the Bakugou household. With such strong willed and easily frustrated people, it was never a surprise to those that lived there or to frequent guests when a door or two would slam, echoing through the two story house. So when the front door slammed with the arrival of his daughter as she came home from school, Bakugou didn’t even bother to look up from the book he had in his hands. He did keep his focus for the moment on the shuffling at the entrance, also a common set of noises that came with the shedding of coats and shoes before stepping foot into the house. His back to the entrance, he couldn’t see her, though there was a sound that hidden between what was normal that instantly peaked his interest.

A sniffle.

It was a quiet one, as if the tiny wild-haired blonde had tried to muffle it to keep any attention away from her, but the ever observant Bakugou noticed it without fault. His little girl was not of the sniffling sort, either when it came to crying or being sick. She had gotten sick only a couple of times in her young life, and crying was out of the question unless it was a seriously huge deal. The last time he had seen her cry was just over two years ago, when she had come out to him and his wife as lesbian. There hadn’t been a single tear since, and as another sniffle reached his ears, he knew that there was something going on. Though, he knew damn well that if he wanted any chance at getting through to her, subtlety was key.

“Welcome home, Natsu.” He called from the living room couch, marking his place in his book before shutting it quietly. Then came the confirmation that there was indeed something wrong. Silence. All Natsuki did was make her way up the stairs towards her bedroom, stomping so hard that Bakugou was surprise her feet didn’t go right through them. Frown crossing his lips, he watched her, though he was unable to see her face. Only her body posture gave away that she was upset, head down and shoulders hunched up with fists clenched at her sides. In that moment, he couldn’t help but to see a bit of his teenage self in her, recognizing that bothered posture as if he were looking in a mirror.

“Well someone’s--” SLAM. “-- upset.” Koge spoke softly from the entrance to the kitchen, pulling Bakugou’s eyes away from the stairs and to his wife. Her pale blue gaze was locked on the path her daughter had taken, currently wiping her hands on a rag. “I bet even the neighbors could hear her stomping around like that. Did she say anything to you, Katsuki?”

“No.” Bakugou stood, removing his reading glasses from his face and placing them down onto the coffee table along with his book. “I think she would have started screaming if she opened her mouth. It’s weird though, usually when she’s mad she will come and actually rant about it.”

Koge gave a small sigh, placing the rag into her apron pocket. “Then she must not be mad. Maybe something’s made her sad?”

“Maybe.” He made his way over to his wife, kissing her lips softly. Koge smiled up at him, placing her hand on his cheek gently.

“I’m about to start dinner. Why don’t you go up and talk to her?”

“I may never come out alive. Are you sure you want me to risk it?” Bakugou placed his hand on the back of hers, turning his head to place a kiss against her palm. Giggling softy, Koge stepped in closer as his kisses continued up her arm.

‘You should probably take an offering. Maybe those spicy chocolates and some milk? That’s always her go-to emotional binge eating option.” She let her arms wrap around his neck as he caressed her petite body to him tightly, her lips lost to his in another kiss.

Once releasing her, Bakugou followed her into the kitchen, their hands hooked together only by a couple of fingers. Coming to a stop by the fridge, he opened it up and pulled out the milk while Koge fetched the chocolates from a hidden spot in a low cabinet, where she stashed all their goodies that she didn’t want their teenage children to find. These particular chocolates were made with spices that could easily give Koge hiccups, but her heat loving husband and children were admittedly addicted to them. So, they stayed hidden until it was deemed appropriate to pull them out, or until Bakugou had to get up in the middle of the night for a quick sweet snack.

“Did you want a plate or something for them?” Koge looked up at Bakugou as he poured an oversized cup of milk, catching his gaze for a moment before he shook his head.

“No. I think I should take the whole thing. We’ll just get more for ourselves later, but she’ll probably want to binge on them.” Once milk was sufficiently poured, Bakugou put the jug away and sighed, reaching up to ruffle his hair in preparation for walking into the dragon’s lair. “Alright… If I don’t come back, it means I died.”

Koge giggled softly, rubbing his back as he took the milk and chocolates into his hands. “You’ll be alright. You can always get through to her, better than any of us. You can call me for backup if you want.”

“Natsu is sixteen now, who knows what the fuck is going on. I just hope it’s not dating… I don’t know jack shit about relationship crap.” He began to make his way towards the stairs, Koge following for the moment.

“What does that mean? You married me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but you were my first girlfriend and we never broke up. We didn’t go through that type of drama. I just wigged out when you tried to kiss me in public for the first year.” He shot her a snarky smirk over his shoulder as he started up the stairs. Koge gave a roll of her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Two years, actually.”

Bakugou merely answered with a shrug, starting down the hall and making his way to Natsuki’s bedroom. He could already hear the alarmingly loud heavy metal music, once again bringing back memories of his troubled youth. With a sigh, he stopped at the door, holding the bag of chocolates under his left arm to free up a hand so he could knock. After a couple decently hard taps with his knuckles, he called to his daughter loud enough so she could hopefully hear him over the music. With no answer, he opened the door, peeking into the room to find that it was completely pitch black, except for the orange and purple string lights she had along her walls near the ceiling.

They created enough light so that Bakugou could see her, sitting on the bed with a giant pillow in her arms, her face shoved into it. Once inside, he let the door shut behind him before heading towards her stereo, turning down the music to where it was barely audible. “That’s a band I used to listen to all the time. Not exactly when I was having a bad day, but it was my thinking music. The heavier, the better.”

There was no response from Natsuki, just the soft rustle of fabric as she lifted her head up just a bit to peer at him from behind her bangs. Making his way to her bed, Bakugou plopped to sit down, dropping the chocolates beside her in a way to make it obvious what they were. Now that he was next to her, he could see that she had also pulled her blanket up over her body, covering nearly every inch of her. Slowly, a petite hand slid out of the blanket to take the chocolates, pulling them into the darkness of her little cocoon.

“Hot turds?” Natsuki spoke quietly, the rasp of her voice giving enough away to tell Bakugou that she had not only been crying, but did a scream session into her pillows. Deciding not to jump straight into the interrogation, Bakugou nodded.

“Hot turds. Truffles. Whatever they are.”

“I’d still eat them if they were turds.” Now her voice was muffled as she had already started eating. “They’re so fucking good.”

“They are,” Bakugou skipped out on scolding for language at the moment, tapping his fingers against the cup in his hand. “The fucking best.”

“Why does everyone hate me, Daddy?”

Frown crossing his lips, Bakugou resisted the urge to pull her in for a hug, knowing she was a ‘touch only when I want it’ type of person. “Everyone doesn’t hate you, babygirl. You have friends, your mom and I and your brothers. Eguchi and Doey. You have a lot of people that love you.”

“But they don’t… Not my friends.” Sniffling, Natsuki shifted the pillow in her arms, finally giving Bakugou a view of her flushed and tear stained cheeks. How upset she was was visible in her furrowed brow and pained glare, which was locked on the bag of chocolates in her hands. “Everyone just pretends to like me…”

Bakugou handed the glass of milk towards her, letting her gulp quite a bit down before he spoke. “Did they do something today?”

With a soft hiccup, fresh tears joined the old, making her fair blonde hair stick to her skin. “It was Hori.”

“The girl you’ve been going on dates with? Didn’t she say she’d be your girlfriend?”

“She was just pretending. Her and all my ‘friends’ were in on it, so they could learn a bunch of secrets about me. T-they were spreading lies that I hit on girls in the bathroom, that I peek at them in the stalls and in the locker rooms.” Having obviously already gotten past the initial sadness, frustration and anger was starting to peek through as she began to stuff her mouth with the candies. “They made such a r-racket today after g-gym that the coach had to make me l-leave! They were telling me that I’m no better than the perverted boys, that I should have to be with them like the d… dyke I am. And you know what I did?”

“You stood up to them?”

“No! That’s the worst p-part!” Natsuki brought a hand up and smacked herself in the forehead, making it clear that most of the frustration was towards herself. “I didn’t do anything but stand there and cry! All day, people were avoiding me, running out of the bathroom when I’d walk in and not walking next to me, holding their skirts to their bodies like they thought I’d try to take pictures under them! I-it’s all over social media, the only person who stood up for me was Otoha since she’s an upperclassman, but she’s so timid they just made fun of her, too.”

Bakugou was at a loss for words, having never been met with a situation like this before. The more she talked and explained the bullying she endured, the angrier he became. His babygirl was everything to him, and knowing that he hadn’t been able to protect her from such emotional trauma made him feel like a failure as a father. But what could he do? Confront their parents? Confront the children? The school? He had to do something, and he would do anything to protect her.

“Matsuki wasn’t there for me to go to, or to talk sense into anyone like he had always been able to do before. Because Mr. Smart-Butt just had to graduate early.” With the cup of milk sitting between her legs, she crossed her arms over her chest, though it looked more to Bakugou like she was hugging herself. “I’m so stupid to think that people actually liked me. That I could have real friends being the freak that I am.”

“You’re not a freak, Natsuki.” Bakugou had to stop her there, feeling his stomach clench at the way she degraded herself like that. “Liking girls and being quirkless doesn’t make you a freak.”

“That’s not what everyone else thinks. They all see me as something weird and scary, especially now with all these stupid rumors. Even the teachers are being weird! I’ll never have friends or be normal…”

“Who the fuck wants to be normal?” Bakugou leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he clasped his hands in front of him. “I want you to tell me something, Natsuki. Who matters most to you?”

Wiping her face, Natsuki struggled to speak behind hiccups. “Y-you and Mama. My brothers… Uncle Seiji and Doey.”

“Do we love you?”

“Y-yes. Well, Atsuki is up in the air, I think.” Natsuki shrugged. “Daddy, where are you going with this, I don’t get it.”

“After you graduate, who’s going to be in your life? Those people from school? Natsu, the people who don’t care about you won’t be with you after you move on with your life. You are training to become a badass fighter under a famous pro hero. You are going to be successful and happy with people around you that love you for everything that you are. And where will those bullies be?”

“Who gives a fuck.”

“Who gives a fuck! Exactly!” Bakugou held his arms open, motioning with his right hand for her to come to him. “Come here, babygirl.” Sniffling, Natsuki scooted closer to him, leaning against his side as he put an arm around her while she sipped at her milk. “I know things are hard right now, with Matsuki out of school and all these new changes in your life trying to be who you are. But you can’t let these stupid insecure girls scare it out of you.”

“But no one listens to me when I try to tell the truth. How do I prove I’m not a pervert?”

“Baby, all you have to do is stand your ground. Sometimes the more you try to prove something, to fight against it, the more you just condemn yourself to more ridicule. The right people will come around in time. Those who don’t matter aren’t worth your tears.” Bakugou reached up and wiped her cheeks, softly pushing her hair back out of her face. “You know who you are. You know what the truth is. You’re my daughter and you don’t take shit from anyone. Just… try to not get in any fights. You’ve already gotten too many write ups for that.”

Natsuki sighed, shoving another chocolate in her mouth. “Can I at least punch Hori? Please?”

“No, Natsu. I… am sorry about Hori, though. I know you liked her a lot.”

Grumbling in annoyance, Natsuki just gave a shrug. “Whatever, she’s not worthy of me, anyways. You never went through stuff like this?”

“Ah, I mean… I had people that hated me. The majority of the school, in fact… I had a couple of friends and your mother who always stood by me, helping guide me out of my shit attitude I carried for a long time. But I never gave up on my goals and who I wanted to become. And if that meant I had to be an asshole to some people, then I was going to be a fucking asshole to them. Because in the end, they didn’t matter. No one was, or is, going to stop me from reaching my goals. I had the people that mattered, and still do.”

“I can’t wait to be out of high school… I’m only a first year and I already hate everyone.” Natsuki handed a chocolate to Bakugou, who took and ate it without question.

“Just remember to use those emotions to drive you towards something positive, like your training. Beat the shit out of Doey tomorrow while you rant about this to Eguchi, too. I’m sure he’ll have some type of advice for you that may or may not match up with mine.”

Natsuki finally cracked a smile, leaning her head on his shoulder as she looked up at him. “He’d just tell me to beat them up. You’re… not gonna talk to the school, are you?”

“I am, Natsuki. I can’t just let this type of behavior go. I’ll call their parents, too. I love you too much to let little shit head girls make you cry.”

“I love you, too, Daddy. Thank you for coming to talk to me and letting me eat all your special chocolates. Can we go do some training before dinner?”

“Sure. A little constructive training is good to get out all that rage. And it’ll make you hungry, too. Mom’s cooking your favorite.”

“Score! I -- burp -- Oh geez, too many chocolates.”

“That was weak.”

“Like your stinky face! Hey, no tickling, you’ll make me spill my milk!”

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Kitsune’s reveal & Stoneheart’s rage

This whole mess started when I, the lovely Jasmine, was shopping for college.

There was this lovely thrift shop that I found, it had so many cute boxes and plates and goodies, how could I resist.

I got a cute jacket, it had fox ears! I found some cups, they had pretty designs okay. I found a few cool boxes, they could be useful guys, don’t judge me. The item responsible was one of these boxes. It had dark red wood with a cool red pattern on it.

I swear that the box just appeared in front of me, it wasn’t there when I looked a minute ago.

Regardless, I bought my new stuff, for a great price, and headed home to pack it to take to college.

My room is super cute by the way, it’s painted like a field of flowers, my mom did it when I was really little and it’s super pretty.

It’s currently a bit of a mess, with books scattered all over and clothes in piles on the floor. I have two full floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and books stuffed all over my room, and it’s so difficult to pick the ones to take to college.

I may also have a habit of collecting nicknacks, so there are a lot of items for me to pick from around my room.

So I started wrapped the cups and stuffed them in the backpack, and checked each box to make sure they were empty, until suddenly the red one lit up when it was opened.

A brilliant light rose up and I stared in disbelief as a strange being appeared.

“Mm,” the creature shook its head as it stretched.

I slowly reached for a throwing knife I’d been debating on whether to take to college or not and prepared to throw it at the creature.

“Oh, Hello!” It beamed at me and I froze.

“....... AHHHHH” I threw the knife at it.

“Woah, nice throw kit,” the thing dodged neatly, “I’m Trixx,” it dodged the next knife, “the fox kwami of Spirits and Trickery.” it twirled around another knife, “It’s nice to meet you!”

“Uh... “ Now, this was a very odd situation, but let it not be said that I can’t adapt… after a brief panic, “Nice to meet you.”

The creature, a kwami it said? Beamed at her, “I like your room,” it zipped around, studying everything, “Do you have any eggs?”

“Uh, I’ll give you eggs if you tell me what you are and where you came from.”

The kwami laughed, “I already told you what I am, I’m a kwami, my name’s Trixx.” Trixx was suddenly right in front of me, “As for where I came from, I am the embodiment of Spirits and Trickery. I came from those, I am those.”

I stared, was this thing saying… was it saying it was basically a god?

“Uh…”

It laughed, “It’s okay, don’t think too hard about it. Most humans don’t get it.” Trixx turned back to studying my room, it’s white tail tipped in black twisting as they studied the room.

“Okay, why are you here then? You’re like, a god right?”

“I’m a kwami!” Trixx spun around, “And I’m here because I’ve picked you as my next guardian mademoiselle… uh, what’s your name?”

Of course this was absolutely ridiculous, a mini god just appeared in my room declaring I’m its guardian, then asks me what my name was. Brilliant, just brilliant.

“I’m Jasmine. What does being a guardian mean?”

Trixx gave a little bow, “Hello then Jasmine. Fear not, I shall explain all!” It’s stomach growled, “After I eat. So, eggs?”

I got them eggs.

After Trixx ate their eggs, they settled down on a pillow and looked at me expectantly.

“So, what’s a guardian?” I sat down across from them.

“An excellent question!” Trixx grinned and suddenly there was a figure in the room.

“AH,” I threw a knife at it, (I knew all these knives would come in handy one day), but the knife went right through the person.

Trixx cackled, “It’s just an illusion kit, my last guardian in her hero form.”

“Hero form?”

The figure had a flute held in her hand, her outfit streamlined, nothing loose except the tail and ears, faint claws glinted on her hands and white and black were the predominant colors. It wasn’t skin tight, but it was still sleek, stylish almost.

“This is what you’ll do!” Trixx flit up to hover in front of me, “You’ll use my power to accomplish the duties of my miraculous and ensure the safety of spirits.”

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Workers Report

So we had this big order, like huge order, and Geoffrey was in charge of the details.

But this other guy, Owain, he took the call from the client, Rene, when they changed some details. But he forgot to tell Geoffrey. So the order wasn’t changed, but like, it was a big change, they wanted a different color entirely.

So when the order was filled and it was wrong Rene was furious, and Owain claimed he had no idea what happened, so Geoffrey got fired.

Then I don’t know man, suddenly he was covered in weird purple stuff and then he was a rock giant!

It just came out of nowhere and he just started destroying things, it was scary.

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So I headed to college, Trixx coming along for the ride.

And this is where things really got crazy.

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I finished smoothing out the bedding my friend Ian had given me (He’s a snobby rich kid but he’s a loyal friend… and tends to buy anything I look at for more than three seconds), pausing to peer around my half of the room. It looked good, lots of art, plenty of pillows, and my secret stashes of chocolate set up.

My roommate was straightening up her bed still, she’d added some fairy lights to the bed frame.

I hummed, double checking my plugs, then turned to my roommate. I have no idea what her name is but I do know she’s unfairly pretty.

She bounced on her toes, looking very cute, “Uh… Ciao! NO wait… Bonjour…? I’m Hazel-August Primo! I’m from Italia! Milan specifically! It’s uh… very nice to yeet you! I MEAN meet you! I am sorry, I’m really awkward and don’t talk much.”

My roommate ducked her head, her hair covering her face.

I smiled shyly, “Konichiwa, or uh, haha, we’re both doing it. Bonjour I suppose. I’m Jasmine Vermillion, I’m originally from Britain but I’ve lived in Nihon for the last ten years.”

I bowed politely, “It’s very nice to meet you Hazel-san, I hope we can get along.”

She perked up instantly, “Japan! Oh my stars! How many cherry blossom blooms did you go to? Did you participate in the street fashion? What was your favorite part? Did you try Soba?”

She suddenly flushed, rubbing her neck, “Oh uh, Apologies. I got excited. It’s very nice to meet you too! Let’s do our best this year!” She bowed her head.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “I love the festivals, though I’ve only been to a few. They’re so beautiful. And I didn’t do much street fashion, but I did help some of my friends with theirs. My favorite part is undoubtedly the shrines, they’re all so pretty and there’s so much to do. And yes, I’ve had soba many times.”

I shrugged, smiling, “I’m glad you’re excited, I’m happy to be roommates with you uh,” And I may have already forgotten her name, “I guess we should finish setting up. I can go grab some groceries.”

I tugged my hair, my stomach twisting into knots again. Trixx snickered in my hair as I peered at my roommate, whose name I can't remember.

My roommate giggled, "I can come with if you would like an extra set of arms. Or I can stay back and start putting away pots, pans, and plates. My Mother sent some nice stuff from a military installation in India! Mostly plates and silverware but also some spice jars for keeping spices."

I perked up, "that's great, I have a bunch of cups and jars and stuff, I can go get some groceries and you can put your stuff up, then I'll put up my stuff and you can put up the groceries?”

"Okay! Oh! Before I forget! I got you a gift! I only knew my roommate was a girl so I hope you like it!" The shorter girl smiled and offered me a beautiful bracelet, probably from Milan.

It had seven gems embedded in it. Ones I recognized from Trixx’s lessons, Ruby, carnelian, yellow quartz, emerald, sapphire, amethyst and Obsidian. It was on a silver chain that was not really thick but not thin either. "I know it's kinda pricey but I really wanted to make a good impression. I hope you like it!" My roommate smiled up at me shyly.

It was amazing, I definitely loved it, though I couldn’t be rude.

"Oh! You didn't need to," I tried to push it back to her roommate, "I really couldn't accept, it's too much!"

"Please accept it! I think it'd be good for formal occasions! My Mother will flip if she finds out I bought something expensive because 'bambina, it's conducive to your therapy! You don't need to get people nice stuff to like you. Just be genuine and up front!' It's not getting you to like me as much as it is trying to make a really good first impression. I should explain. I have borderline personality disorder and I get anxious and sometimes I say stuff I don't mean and that's called splitting. So like one day I could be really nice and kind but then the next day I can be like mean and rude. Is this making sense? I'm sorry! I can return it!"

"Oh, I just wouldn't want you to feel the need, but if you insist..." I smiled slightly as I accepted the bracelet, picking it up carefully with both hands.

"I understand, I have ADHD which isn't nearly the same but does come with struggles, we'll work out issues as they come."

I carefully put the bracelet on my wrist, "it is a beautiful gift, thank you. I actually have one for you as well."

I dug through my trunk for a moment before pulling out a plastic bag, I pulled out the present I had carefully wrapped in green. I offered it to my new roommate with both hands.

She accepted it with a gentle smile. "Grazi! I appreciate it very much." I watched her unwrap the gift nervously. Compared to what she got me my gift to her was much simpler.

She finished unwrapping it and just looked at the folded fan for a moment. I had picked it carefully, from the darkness of the wood to the beautiful purple fabric with the delicate white butterflies on it, I went for some simple symbolism, while focusing on the elegance.

"This is beautiful. Did you know that Purple was a very hard color to produce? It was made from one type of sea slug and was very rare and usually reserved only for royalty." My roommate sounded in awe of the gift, which was a relief.

I smiled, "I'm glad you like it, and yes I did. It symbolizes celebration and luxury in Nihon."

I let out a breath, "I very much like the bracelet that you gifted me, thank you for thinking of me."

I turned and grabbed some grocery bags, the reusable kind, glancing at the clock. "I'll go grab groceries, anything you need?"

"It's a bit of an odd and pricey request, but could you get some Camembert? I'll pay you back!" My roommate looked hesitant.

I nodded, "sure, as long as you don't mind me getting some eggs" ‘Or a few dozen.’

“Sure, go ahead.”

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, slipping my shoes on as I left. "Be back in an hour or so"

I headed out to grab some groceries so we could have food, we had a microwave! And yelped when a rock nearly took my head off.

I snapped around to gape at the stone golem in front of me. It was huge.

“You need to hide kit” Trixx hissed from my hair.

I quickly ducked and slunk along the line of cars to slip into an alcove hidden by some bushes.

“What is that?”

“It’s the butterfly! I can sense it’s power but I don’t know what it’s doing this, Nooroo always picks kindhearted people to hold their miraculous.”

I frowned, this isn’t good, “Okay, but what do we do about it?”

“You need to transform to fight it.”

I blanked, that thing, a monster attacking us, the butterfly was supposed to be a partner to me, that’s what Trixx said, but it was attacking, and how was I- what was I- This couldn’t- I can’t fight this thing. The ground spun, my head hurt, what was I supposed to do? Throw some illusions at it? FoxFire probably wouldn’t do anything to stone, Requiem was useless for this, how could FoxHunt help ? Honoring? Useless, Shift couldn’t help! My ears were ringing, I’m not a fighter holder, I’m a strategist! I can’t do this, Trixx should pick someone else, someone who could use the skills she gave, but I’m not it. I can’t do this, I just can’t.

“No, no Trixx how am I supposed to fight-”

“You don’t have to fight,” Trixx hovered in front of me, “You don’t have to fight, just gathering information will be enough. Stay hidden and find the corrupted item. It’ll be something that the golem has.”

“I- I- I-” My chest was tight, an asthma attack?

“Focus on me, Jasmine, look at me, look at me.”

I looked at the little kwami, “Okay, looking? Good, now focus on my breathing, see, in, out, in, out,” The kwami’s tail flicked and suddenly there was a shape, growing slowly, “In,” it started shrinking, “out,” slowly my breathing steadied.

In, out, in, out, in, out, I breathed, finally able to take a breath. I could hear again, the crashing farther away, but crying nearby, I needed to move.

“You alright?” I blinked, looking at the kwami, they peered back nervously.

“I- sorry, I guess my asthma acted up.” I scrambled for my inhaler.

“That wasn’t an asthma attack, that was a panic attack kit.” Trixx drifted forward to nuzzle my cheek, “It’s okay if you don’t want to go out and fight, it’s scary.”

“I-” The cries were loud, sobbing from nearby, people were hurt. I normally don’t particularly care, I have low empathy, but… I still couldn’t stand by and do nothing. This was a lot of pain, I needed to help somehow, “I just need to transform again?”

“Yep, only this time focus on the threat, your suit will change to match the situation.”

I blinked, “The suits change?”

Trixx giggled, “You didn’t think that dressy, dramatic, bright outfit was the one you’d fight or sneak in did you?”

“Can it change mid-battle?”

Trixx nodded, “Yeah, you can use your flute to change it, but it leaves you vulnerable while you change forms, and it will take a point from your miraculous, so it’s best to know what your intent is before transforming.”

I took a breath, the building shook, I could do this, focus on sneaking.

“Trixx, Time to Hunt.”

The magic of the transformation swept over me, different from the previous times. Instead of rising to coat me in softness and loose cloth, it slid close to the skin, muted and steady. The two tails remained, but otherwise the style differed.

I studied myself for a moment, touching the new mask, styled like a kitsune mask from a festival. The suit was more dark grey then white and black, but it was nice, the belt had multiple pockets, and the flute was tucked into a loop on the back.

I clutched the flute, and slipped out of the alcove.

Slinking along the path I had a hard time breathing. The destruction was horrible. Buildings crushed, torn apart, people broken and bleeding. This was very real, and very dangerous.

I slid around and leapt up to a roof, studying the area. I was to gather information, couldn’t do much else right now.

I carefully followed the golem down the road as it yelled in rage.

Then there was a child crying as it stumbled away from the golem. A young boy with blonde hair. The golem raised its fist.

The world blurred as I snatched the boy up and threw us into an alley. I spun to see the golem focusing on us. Damn.

“YOU, FOX”

A symbol appeared on its face, a butterfly huh? Well, looks like I need to trick the fool into breaking the item Trixx mentioned, or I’m doomed.

“GIVE ME YOUR EARRINGS!”

I blinked, earrings? Whatever.

“Fox Sense.” I murmured, twirling my flute. Breathing in as I focused on the enhanced senses. The dust was annoying, but I could see every detail of the golem, hear the cries from all around the area, and smell the dirt and fear and blood around me.

More importantly, I noticed nothing on him that could be the item, but I also noticed his fist. One was open to attack me, the other, it was in a fist. As, I realized, it had been the whole time.

If the item wasn’t on the golem or visible in any way, then the golem must be holding it.

I crouched, gripping my flute tighter. The fox is not meant for battle, but that doesn’t mean I can’t win anyways.

I raised the flute to my lips, blowing a soft tune, “Mirage”

The area shimmered with light for a moment, and then it was a construction zone, with bars falling onto the golem, a rumble as a crane tilted.

“RAAA” The golem staggered, grabbing for the bars falling with both hands, a small piece of paper falling from his hand.

The bars shattered right before they could touch the golems hand. Shards falling as the crane fell towards it. The golem stumbled back, raising its hands to cover its head.

I moved. I reached the paper, a strange black energy surrounding it. It shattered as soon as I stomped on it.

A little black butterfly pulled free, fluttering off.

Black energy bubbled around the golem, fading to reveal a man.

I blinked, ‘that...’

“Huh” My ponytail swung as I shook my head, “Weird.”

“Who are you?” A whisper caught my attention, the boy was staring.

“I’m....” Names were important, “Kitsune Neige.”

I swiped my flute to disperse the illusion and leapt up, pausing on the roof to look at the butterfly hurrying away. It still had black energy around it.

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Time to Rest-

#Chapter one #Kitsune's Reveal and Stoneheart's Rage #Miraculous Fox News #Miraculously Better #Tale of the Misfit Heroes #Kitsune Neige #fox miraculous #Stoneheart #ML rewrite #sorta #This is the real canon

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beanfic · 6 years ago

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Rebound

Pairing: Tyler joseph x reader, Josh dun x reader

Word count: 3099

Warnings: Angst, fluff, heartbreak, language (i think..?) the usuals

Author’s note: This is probably the longest one shot I have ever written, but I hope you enjoy it!!

“We need to talk,” Tyler rubbed his temple as you walked into his basement. His ukulele laid on his couch so you were forced to stand and stare the tired boy. The bags under his eyes were even bigger than the last time you had seen him.

“Ty, bubs, what is wrong?”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Your heart sunk to your stomach and you gnawed on your bottom lip until you tasted blood. “Do what?”

“This,” he spoke between gritted teeth. He pointed to you two and you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“I don’t understand.”

“I have been telling you for the past year that I don’t feel like being in a relationship right now, and all you seem to be doing is pushing it more and more.”

“I thought you loved me, Tyler.” Your vision became clouded with the tears that began to form. The room was spinning, and you wanted to sit down.

“This is why I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep on hurting you like this.”

“You’re not hurting me,” you tried to convince him but he just shook his head.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I know that I’ve made you stay up and cry yourself to sleep. I know that I made you get rid of friendships because of how messed up my brain is.”

“Bubs, your brain is perfectly imperfect and you can’t hate yourself because of that.”

“You’re not listening to me, Y/N.”

“I’m trying too,” you whispered. You could feel a tear slither down your cheek but you didn’t want to wipe it away and make it more obvious how much he was hurting you.

“I’m not happy, and it’s not your fault, it’s my brain's fault,” he explained as he paced around the bottom of his basement. “Life is too short to be unhappy, and it is definitely too short to be making other people unhappy. It’s not fair to you.”

“Only I get to decide what is fair to me and what isn’t, Tyler. You are so much more than your mental health, and you need to realize that.”

“I don’t love you anymore,” he stated. His chocolate eyes burned into yours and you took a step back processing what Tyler had just said.

“This is more than just your mental health isn’t it,” you whimpered.

“The last thing I want to do is hurt you, but I can’t keep on lying to you. You deserve the world and you deserve happiness.”

“You were my happiness, you were my everything.” You didn’t even try to stop the tears, and you watched as they fell down onto your shoes. “My forever promise.”

“Sometimes promises get broken. I need to focus on myself, and my job.”

You wiped your nose and looked up at Tyler. You looked for a hint of regret but his face showed that he meant everything he had said. “Okay.” You started to turn around and walk up to his basement stairs before you felt an arm on your shoulder.

“Maybe we can try again when I figure myself out.”

“Screw off,” you shrugged his hand away and stormed upstairs. You grabbed your car keys and slammed the front door. You didn’t really know where to go because you had moved in with Tyler about eight months ago, but the last thing you wanted was to be on the same premise as him.

Josh.

You pulled out your phone after you got settled into your car, and you dialed Josh’s number. You waited patiently until he finally answered the call.

“Y/N?”

“Hey Josh, could I come over?”

“Uh, sure. What’s going on?”

“I’d rather explain in person.”

“Okay, see you soon.” and the call ended with a click. You took a deep breath and tried to recollect your thoughts before starting to drive to Josh’s house which was only about a twenty-minute drive.

The moment you turned on your car the song Tear in my Heart started to play and you were crying once again. You remembered when Tyler wrote you that song, and you remembered how secretive he was. You also vividly remember the first time he showed you the song. It was on your fifth anniversary of him asking you to be his girlfriend, and he blindfolded you and took you to a small stage in Ohio. When you took off the blindfold you were welcomed with Tyler alone on a stage singing you this song acoustically.

You tried to blink your tears away to make your driving easier, but you couldn’t stop thinking about every good memory you had with Tyler. You remember the whole Europe trip you went on with him for his Blurryface tour, and you remember him kissing you under the tower. You thought about how he promised to love you forever and always, and how he promised to always take care of you, but just like he said, promises get broken.

You arrived at Josh’s house and you could hear the sound of Jim’s barking through his door. Josh already was standing at the entrance before you even had a chance to open your car door. You wiped your tears knowing that it wouldn’t do anything since your face was probably all red and blotchy.

“Y/N, what happened?” Josh asked as he guided you into his living room. You took a seat on his couch and petted Jim as he rested his head on your knee.

“He doesn’t love me anymore,” you whispered. The couch dipped as Josh sat next to you.

“Tyler?”

You nodded and you started to sob loudly, “He told me that he didn’t to be in a relationship anymore because of his mental health and because he didn’t want to hurt me anymore, but then he told me he doesn’t love me anymore.”

“Hey now, it’s going to be okay,” Josh rubbed your back as you tried to regain a rhythm of breathing.

“It might be okay soon, but right now I am not okay.”

“Just talk to me,” Josh whispered.

“I just don’t know what I did wrong. I know that he blames himself but I gave up so much for him so that he could be happy. I gave up friendships, and I gave up my job to go on tour with him. I never made him feel bad about his mental health.”

“You were so good to him and he knows that.”

“I guess I wasn’t good enough,” you whispered softly to yourself. Jim licked your hand and it made you crack the tiniest smile.

“At least Jim is good at making you smile that beautiful smile,” Josh laughed softly. You looked up at him and inspected his eyes. You both just stared into the eyes of each other.

“I should have realized that he didn’t love me anymore when he stopped kissing me good morning and goodnight, and when he would stop writing songs for me.”

“I wish he talked to me about it,” Josh mumbled and you just shrugged.

“The past six years of my life is just gone. I feel so broken, and I feel so empty. He has hurt me before, but nothing as bad as this.”

“You deserve to be happy, Y/N,” Josh said as he brushed a hair out of your face and to behind your ear.

“That’s what he told me too.”

“But I mean it, Y/N. Tyler might be my best friend, but I would never lie to you as he did.”

“He lied to me because he didn’t want to hurt me,” you argued. Josh was talking about the time when you found deleted messages from a girl on Tyler’s phone and he had lied to you about who they were, but it turned out that it was just a friend from high school and he lied because he didn’t want to hurt you.

“He lied and deleted them because he knew it was going to hurt you, and he did it anyway.”

“Have I feel blinded by love this entire relationship?”

“I don’t know, Y/N. You’ve put up with a lot, and maybe you guys aren’t just meant to be together like that.”

“It hurts so bad, Josh. I feel like I will never be good enough for anything. I tried so hard to make him happy.”

“And that was the issue. You were so focused on making him that happy that you were giving up your own happiness. I know it hurts but maybe this is better for both of your guy's mental health,” Josh said. He studied your face, and you kept your eyes down and focused on Jim.

You wanted to be defensive and argue but you knew that Josh was right. “I don’t know what to do now, or where to go. I moved to Ohio like a year ago but that year was spent in Europe. I don’t have family or friends here, and I don’t want to go back home. Not with him there. I don’t want to see him for a long time.”

“I’m not a friend? Hell, I consider you to be one of my best friends, Y/N.”

“You’re also Tyler’s best friend. I can’t just stay here.”

“Why not? You can take my bed, and I can sleep down here on the couch. I care about you too, Y/N. Like I said earlier, you deserve to be happy and I want to help you.”

“Thank you, Josh,” you whispered and you smiled back up at him. You pulled your phone out of your back pocket to check what time it was and your screen saver made your stomach twist. “I need a new screen saver, also how did it get to be midnight already?”

“I’m not sure, and here change the picture to a picture of Jim. He always seems to make you feel better,” Josh said as he pulled out his phone to airdrop you some photos of Jim he had. He sent about six, and they were all very cute and you decided on a picture of Jim wearing a birthday hat in front of a ‘pupcake’.

“I’m so tired,” you yawned and Josh nodded in agreement.

“You should get some sleep. You know where my bedroom is right? You can use one of my t-shirts if you want to sleep in, and I’ll stay down here and watch TV if you need anything.”

“Okay, thank you Josh.” You smiled at him before heading up the stairs and taking a right to his bedroom. It was very modern and there were two different electric drum kits in the corner. There was also a framed picture of you, Tyler and him standing on stage at the very last concert from the Blurry face tour.

You remembered that show vividly. It was a hometown show, and Tyler had brought you up on stage and played Can’t Help Falling In Love. You didn’t want to start crying again so you flipped the picture over.

You weren’t sure exactly which drawer Josh kept his t-shirts in but after looking through four different ones you finally found his stash. You decided on an oversized In-n-Out shirt that ended right before your knees. You stripped down so you were wearing just your underwear and the shirt. It felt like a dress and you giggled to yourself as you stared at yourself in Josh’s mirror.

You braided your hair so it was out of the way, and you washed your face in his bathroom. You were starting to feel better, but you definitely looked like you had been crying all night because your eyes were almost swollen shut and your cheeks were flushed.

You crawled into Josh’s bed which was surprisingly more uncomfortable than you were expecting. With all the money he had, you thought he would spend it on a supportive mattress. You tossed and turned until you finally found a comfortable spot, and you closed your eyes and counted until you drifted to sleep.

“Tyler!” you screamed as you sat up drenched in sweat. You looked around and it took you a couple of minutes to realize where you were. You rubbed your eyes as you tried to get the thought of the night terror you just had out of your brain. You hadn’t had a night terror for about four months now, and you were so used to Tyler holding you close and whispering to you how you were going to be okay but instead you were alone in an unfamiliar dark room and you couldn’t stop shaking.

The clock on the nightstand next to you read 2:34 am and you groaned. You didn’t want to go back to sleep, and you didn’t want to stay awake alone in the room. You decided that you were going to go down and see if Josh was awake because you needed someone to talk to to help ground yourself again.

You walked slowly down the stairs and you saw Josh sitting on his couch watching an episode of the X-Files with Jim laying on his lap. You didn’t want to scare him so you made sure to make your last footstep a little bit harder so he would turn around.

“Y/N, what are you doing awake? Are you okay?” His eyes looked you up and down, and he smiled softly at the t-shirt you were wearing.

“I had a night terror, and I can’t sleep,” you mumbled.

“Oh Y/N, I’m sorry.” Josh paused the TV and stood up. You walked over to him and wrapped your arm around his body. He was warm and smelled like Jim but you didn’t mind.

“I know this sounds so stupid but can you please sleep with me. I won’t be able to sleep if I’m alone.”

“Of course,” Josh whispered. He pulled away from you and placed a strand of hair behind your ear once again. “I like your shirt.”

You blushed, “It was the biggest one I could find.” You followed Josh up to his room and Jim pranced along behind you.

“Jim is going to be upset that you took my place,” Josh teased and you rolled your eyes as you slid under the covers. Josh walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth.

“Sorry Jim,” you petted the golden retriever head as he whined.

“Uh, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want to make this awkward but I can’t sleep in a shirt, so are you comfortable if I sleep in just basketball shorts?”

“Oh, um, yeah it’s fine.” Your heart started to race and you didn’t really know why. You turned over and faced the wall as you could feel Josh slide into the bed next to you. You tried to control your breathing and count again so you could fall asleep but the memories of the night terror kept on flashing in your head.

“Are you okay?” Josh asked. He must have heard your breathing get heavier.

“I can’t stop seeing the night terror,” you whispered. You felt an arm wrap around your waist and soon you felt Josh’s bare chest against your back.

“Is this okay?” he asked and you nodded. His arm was creating a sense of security and almost instantly oxytocin began to run through your veins making you calm down. You reached down and intertwined your hand with Josh’s and he held it tight.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Of course.” Josh’s breath was hot on your neck as he held you tight. You missed being held like this because it must have been months since the last time you fell asleep next to Tyler. He was always up late writing music, and he slept far away from you. The more you thought about it, the more you realized how much you and Tyler had grown apart the past year.

You eventually got uncomfortable from being stuck in the same position and you released Josh’s hand and flipped over so that you were facing him. His eyes opened and stared into yours and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hi,” he whispered back. You both layed their, gazing at each other for what seemed like the longest time before you broke eye contact and looked down at Josh’s lips. He must have noticed because his head inched a little bit closer towards yours.

“Can I?” you asked softly and he nodded before he touched his lips to yours. It was a soft kiss, but you didn’t want to pull away.

“Y/N, we shouldn’t” Josh whispered as he pulled away. You bit your lip and looked down.

“Why?”

“Tyler is my best friend, and you’re my best friend, and we just shouldn’t.”

“Then why does it feel so right?” you asked. You looked back up at Josh who was already looking down at you. “You said I deserve to be happy, and what if you make me happy?”

“You make me happy too, Y/N but it’s too soon.”

“Tyler doesn’t love me anymore, and I don’t want to love him anymore either. Please just kiss me,” you stated leaning in and planting another kiss on his lips. This time you wrapped your arms around Josh’s neck and his hands danced around your back.

“This does feel so right,” Josh spoke as he took a breath. His lips came planting down back down on yours as he pulled you up onto his lap. You moved your kisses from his lips towards his neck and Josh moaned. You pushed your hips into him and you could feel him become excited.

“Josh,” you murmured as you could feel his hands make their way under the t-shirt you were wearing. “Stop.”

“What’s wrong?” Josh removed his hands from your shirt and you sat back down next to him.

“Can we just kiss? Like, take it slow?” You were glad it was dark in the room because you could feel your cheeks were hot with embarrassment.

“Of course, Y/N. I want you to be happy, and feel safe,” he planted a soft kiss on your forehead and you sighed. You hadn’t felt this safe in a long time, and you felt so comfortable and happy being wrapped up in Josh’s arms.

“We should sleep,” you whispered. Josh nodded and you both laid back under the covers and Josh’s arms were around you once again.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” Josh purred into the back of your hair and the last thing you remember is falling asleep smiling.

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roemyheart · 6 years ago

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The Search for Scissors

A/N: here’s some Joe Toye x female!medic for you!! This ended up being way longer than intended, but in BOB he makes me feel some type of way.

“Oh, Jesus Christ, what’d you do to the poor girl?” “What? I didn’t do anything!” “Toye, she’s pinker than a fuckin’ strawberry for crying out loud.” Luz chided. “It’s her fault for blushing so damn easy. She fell so I just helped her up.” I cleared my throat uncomfortably. “I-I was just, uh, looking for Doc. I need scissors.” Avoiding eye contact with a tent full of mostly shirtless, completely fit young men was quite difficult and I wondered what I’d done to deserve this – for better or for worse. When I first embarked upon my quest for a pair of scissors, I didn’t expect to trip over a pair of boots and face-plant. I certainly didn’t expect those boots to belong to an inconveniently shirtless Joe Toye, but that seemed to be my luck lately. I’d run into the devastatingly handsome young soldier on numerous, unfortunate occasions and I was beginning to feel that the universe had it out for me. I couldn’t wash dirty laundry in peace (Joe and Malarkey, donning only underwear, jumped in the pond), I couldn’t eat peacefully in the dining hall (I dropped spaghetti on Joe. Twice.), and I absolutely couldn’t sleep well (Lipton had just moved my bunk right above – you guessed it – Joe Toye’s bed). Now, I also could not search for scissors without emotional distress. These unpleasant instances would not cause me so much misery if I did not find myself absurdly attracted to Joe Toye, but I was learning quickly that the world could be a cruel place. I’d seen Joe at his most comfortable, playfully roughhousing with the guys and downing a few beers. It just so happened that I made an utter fool of myself anytime he was within arm’s length and his gruff silences and unimpressed expressions seemed to translate into a simple, nonverbal I don’t like you. Lipton appeared, graciously clothed and glowing in the firelight like an angel. “Doc went to touch base with Spina a few tents down.” I nodded, cheeks still heated. “Thank you, sir.” I barely caught Lipton’s quick sidelong glance with enough time to panic. “Toye, walk her over there, will you?” My eyes widened in horror. “Oh no, sir, that w-won’t be necessary. I don’t wanna trouble anyone. I can make it over there on my own, no problem a-at all.” I babbled, flustered all over again. Lipton smiled gently at me. “I know you’re one hell of a tough cookie and I know none of these men here would hurt a hair on your head, but I can’t speak for the rest of the guys out there. And I’d like to keep one of the best medics in the whole army out of harm’s way.” Straightening my posture, I nodded. “Yes, sir. I understand.” Lipton cut a look to the dark haired, olive skinned man on my right. “Toye, no funny business, okay?” Joe’s mouth opened and closed indignantly, scowling. “Yes, sir.” He grumbled. Maybe, just maybe, I caught a dusting of pink across his flawless skin. Luz smirked from the bed across from Joe’s. “Yeah, Joe, no funny business. She’s gonna have an aneurysm if you get her any more flustered.” “George!” I groaned into my hands. “Or if you don’t put a shirt on.” He added in a quiet voice. In response, I scowled and gave him the finger. “Huh?” Joe asked, tying up his boots. “Oh, nothing. Just letting Y/N know that I don’t got any scissors.” I had never formally notified George Luz of my miserable crush on Joe, but the man had a knack for discovering well-kept secrets, including (but not limited to) Joe Liebgott’s stash of chocolate. And, perhaps, my moon-eyes, dreamy sighs, and metaphorical drooling weren’t as conspicuous as I needed them to be. Toye appeared unfazed. He tugged on a snug white t-shirt that put his toned arms on display for the whole battalion to admire and slung his rifle over his shoulder. His voice was rough and gravelly as he told me, “Let’s go.” I was embarrassed to admit to myself that I’d probably go anywhere he asked me. As if Luz could read my mind and wanted to cause me further distress, he suggestively drawled, “Stay safe, kids.”

The air was clean and dry through summer nights around northern France. It smelled mostly of flowers at this camp and less of gunpowder. It was windy enough to just barely ruffle my hair, warm breeze kissing my cheeks. The moon floated above our heads, looming and glowing, playing pretty shadows of light across Joe’s chiseled features. “You really don’t have to walk me over to the other tents, Joe.” I told him quietly. He half-snorted. “Let me follow orders, doll.” “Okay.” I nearly squeaked, grateful that the cover of darkness hid my – once again – red cheeks. “Plus,” He started, scuffing his boots against the gravel. “I don’t mind.” He told me quietly. “Oh,” I breathed, heart thudding. “Well. Thanks.” He hummed in response and we continued winding our way through the camp. The silence that hung between was only slightly awkward, occasionally punctuated by rowdy yelling and rough laughter. “Sorry about the spaghetti the other day, by the way.” I said quietly. He breathed a laugh and shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you were wasting my Ma’s cooking.” I smiled, almost bitterly. “Wouldn’t dream of doing something like that.” There was a beat of silence before he asked, “Do you miss home?” Joe cast a sidelong glance my way, making me slightly self-conscious. “Yeah, of course I do. But I didn’t feel like I could do as much good at home, so I came here.” He looked at me, almost fondly, lips tugging upward into a lopsided grin. “You’re doing a lot of good here, Y/N.” “When I’m not tripping over boots and spilling spaghetti, maybe. Thank you.” I laughed nervously. “What about you? Do you miss home?” I dared to look up at him, my heart leaping up into my throat. His long lashes grazed his cheeks as he looked down at the dirt, his mouth curled into a bitter smile. “Guess I do. But I don’t know, it’s nice to feel like I’m making a difference here. I never feel much like that when I’m home.” He told me, hesitation flickering across his face, dark eyes meeting my own. I frowned, heart aching at the despair lacing his quiet words. “You’re a good man, Joe, you – “ He nodded tensely to the tent on my right. “We’re here.” “Right. Thanks, Joe.” I swallowed nervously, forcing myself to flash him a friendly smile. He reciprocated the gesture, just barely. “No problem, Y/N. Get those scissors.” As I turned on my heel, a loud popping noise reverberated over our heads. I barely had a moment to look up before I was knocked over onto the ground, the air squeezed out of my lungs with the impact of the fall. I wheezed out a breath, looking straight up at the sky as someone nearby exchanged fire with the enemy. It took a few moments to register the yelling and the crack of ricochets and Joe Toye’s athletic frame hovering protectively over my own. We spent a few beats suspended in a space that was just us – wide eyes, bated breath, and flustered skin. “Up.” My voice cracked. “Up! We gotta get up, Joe!” I told him frantically. He jumped off of me like I was the one shooting at him. “Right. Shelter. Let’s go find cover. And Lip.” His voice caught, lower than usual, and if we weren’t trying to escape raining bullets, I might have swooned a little. We stuck close together, winding our way through the tents, avoiding fire and frantic privates. We found Lip grimacing on the far end of the field, high enough to have a good vantage point, surrounded by dense brush, Malarkey, Babe, and Smokey. “Where do you want us, sir?” Joe asked. Instinctively, I scanned each of the men for injuries. “Edward Heffron, you better put that helmet on, or so help me god I will kill you myself.” Babe grumbled. “You’re as bad as Doc.” Lipton barked out orders to his men and told me to stay near him until I heard a cry for a medic.

I don’t know how much time we spent lodged in the chaos, but the fight persisted until the light of dawn peeked down at us. It was a miracle that we didn’t have too many casualties – mostly wounds inflicted by ricochets, a few bullets, and only one man lost – and that I managed without a pair of goddamn scissors. Everyone looked exhausted, their good night’s sleep robbed by the enemy. Even I felt my eyelids growing heavy, resting against some empty crates, aching fingers marred with dirt. “Good morning, Y/N.” Doc appeared above me, a gentle smile upon his dirtied face. It was impossible not to return his smiles – he was too sweet, and his smiles were too rare. “Morning, Doc.” “Coffee?” He held out a steaming mug. I nodded gratefully, accepting the caffeine graciously. His voice was quiet, but I could hear the smile in his southern lilt as I took a sip. “I think Joe Toye was lookin’ for you. He was down by Captain Winters and Guarnere last time I saw him.” I glanced up at Eugene, surprised, and nearly choked on my coffee. I cleared my throat. “Oh. Great. I’ll go find him. Thanks, Doc.” I wound through masses of tired soldiers as the sun continued to rise, warming our skin and waking the world up. I found him kneeling near Bill, something metallic glinting in his palm. They muttered to each other quietly, a smug smile on Bill’s face, and I squeezed the mug of coffee in my hands, shuffling my feet awkwardly. “Uh, Joe? Doc said he heard you were, um, looking for me?” I practically squeaked, nearly withering beneath Joe’s dark gaze. He flashed me a grin and the coffee in my stomach churned unhappily. “Doc heard right.” In his palm I spotted shiny brass knuckles and I forgot my nerves for a moment. I nodded to his hand, amused. “Adding to your collection?” “You know it.” He slid it over his long, elegant fingers and I had to force myself to look at my mug. “I’ve got something for you.” I cocked my head to the side, brow furrowed. “For me?” I could almost hear Luz make an innuendo in my head. He stood, brushing the dirt off his pants and patting Bill on the shoulder. “For you. It’s back with all my shit in the tent.” Jittery and with a dry throat, I gulped down the coffee, ignoring the way it burned my tongue. “A-are you alright?” I asked timidly as we entered the tent, noting his lack of injuries with relief. “Just peachy. You?” He dug through his belongings. “Fine.” “Well, hello, you two.” Luz piped up from across the way, a shit-eating smirk comfortably on his face. “Luz.” Joe greeted him with his back turned. Luz wiggled his eyebrows and I could only glare at him. “Ah, here it is!” Joe chirped, more enthusiastic than I’d ever seen him and it made my insides melt into pathetic, lovestruck goo. He held a pair of silver scissors in front of my face, so clean they practically sparkled. I gasped. “Joe! This is amazing! Where’d you get these?” A stupidly gleeful smile worked its way onto my face. “We took a Kraut medic prisoner and he had a pack with all sorts of good crap in it. Spina and Doc needed most of it, but I snagged the scissors for you.” I couldn’t stop beaming as I stuck the scissors in my bag. “Thank you, Joe. I really appreciate it.” I told him warmly. Of all things, he blushed, a rosy hue blossoming across his cheeks. “This is beautiful. When your kids ask how it all started, you can tell them it began with scissors.” “George Luz!” I yelled, lunging across the floor, fully intending to punch the smirk off his face. An arm hooked around my waist, pulling me back against a broad chest and effectively stopping a medic from destroying George Luz. “I’m gonna end him.” I growled, meeting his feigned expression of innocence with a sour glower. My knees almost buckled a little when Joe leaned down, breath hot against my ear, voice low. “Easy, tiger. We’ve got a way to go until kids. We’re only at the scissors stage.”

#boooooom #i really had to control myself when doc showed up i love him sm #i was like ok sabrina remember this is about joe toye #i also love toye but u know #my heart is weak #band of brothers #bob #joe toye #george luz #carwood lipton #babe heffron #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers scenarios #fluff #band of brothers fic #joe toye x reader #hbo war

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verai-marcel · 6 years ago

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More Than Words (Chapter 1 of 2, RDR2 Fanfic, Prisoner AU, 18+ ONLY)

Summary: After a terrible nightmare, you find yourself texting Charles, who comes over immediately despite the late hour. The comfort and safety you find in his arms is nice, but you want something more. How much do you need to beg for him to give you what you really want?

Author’s Notes: WARM FUZZIES, I WANTS THEM. That is all. Also a soul-consuming fuck from Charles. Yes. PLEASE. I used to think of Charles as a good friend, a brother-type character. Then I played the epilogue in RDR2, and I fell in love.

Tags: Charles x Reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, gentle domination, D/s, Master/pet, aftercare, TW: past noncon

Find it on AO3 here.

Chapter 1: Build Me Up

You couldn’t breathe. You knew this feeling. You hated it. This invasion of your body, this brainwashing of your mind, being told that the only one who’d ever love you was him.

You awoke with a cold sweat, sitting straight up in your bed, swallowing the cry that was welling up from deep in your heart. After a moment, you took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It had been a while since you had dreamed of your ex. For five years, he had convinced you that he was the only one for you, that no one else would have you, that you were lucky to have him.

When you finally wised up to his asshattery, he tried to force you back into submission on one terrible night that you told no one about. To be fair, you had heard worse stories; your experience wasn’t that bad. After all, when you had finally begged him to stop, he did. But you knew that if you told your best friend, she’d find him and put him in the hospital; she was usually level headed, but when it came to her loved ones, she didn’t hesitate to protect them, whatever it took.

So you didn’t tell her. You just didn’t want to think about it. You let it go and put all that shit behind you. There were better things to do, other things to worry about, greater things to pursue.

But that didn’t mean that your subconscious had let it go like the rest of you had, and on occasion, you dreamed of the past. It had only happened a few times in the last two years since you left him, and it had been almost five months since your last dream.

Usually you just got up, paced around your apartment for a bit, read something light and funny, drank some water, and went back to sleep. Or if you were feeling particularly down, you’d drink some of the plum wine you had stashed away until you passed out.

But tonight you pulled out your phone and stared at it for a minute.

And then you hit the Messages app.

I had a bad dream

You hit send.

A heartbeat later, you immediately wished you hadn’t hit send. Who the hell were you, texting Charles in the middle of the night? You had gone on zero dates with this guy. The last time you saw him, he was leaving your apartment after you had made a fool of yourself, after he had given you a mind blowing orgasm and taking nothing for himself. He had kissed your forehead, told you to keep hydrated, and left you his phone number, in case you ever needed anything. Anything at all, even just someone to listen to you, he had said.

Your phone buzzed.

I’ll be over right away.

You stared at the message, unbelieving. You quickly texted back.

you don’t have to

it’s fine

sorry for waking you

After a moment, he messaged back.

I want to.

***

You heard a soft knocking and you rushed to the door. The moment you opened it, he charged in, sweeping you up in his arms. The shock of his sudden hug hit your heart hard, and you lost the ability to stand as you dropped to your knees, emotions that you thought you had long since buried bubbling up within you. Clinging to him, you cried, burying your face into his shoulder and letting out everything that you had bottled up for years.

***

Sitting in Charles’ lap on your bed, you sniffled and drank the hot chamomile tea that he had made for you as he held you, rubbing your back. You looked up at him, and his kind eyes almost made you cry again. You hadn’t told him anything yet; he just knew that you needed comfort, and gave it to you without asking why.

“I… I had an ex,” you started.

And you told him everything, words tumbling from you like an avalanche, unable to stop until it was all out of your system. Even the things you hadn’t told your best friend.

Charles was angry on your behalf, but he was very good at controlling himself, although you could see the simmering in his eyes as you spoke. By the end of your explanation, he had calmed, the only emotion on his face was a tenderness, warm and inviting like a campfire. You had only looked up every once in a while to gauge his reaction, to see him silently listening to you, no judgement, only empathy. Now that you were done speaking, you looked at him, only to find him watching you carefully.

He cupped your face, his thumb massaging your cheek. “Thank you for sharing. It must have been tough.”

You nodded.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Sort of. I mean, I am. But it’s weird, I hardly know you, and yet I’ve told you more than I’ve told anyone.”

Charles laughed softly. “I’ve been told that I’m a good listener. I’ll keep your secrets safe, I promise.”

Leaning into his embrace once more, you slowly fell asleep to the slow rocking of him holding you in his arms, and the steady beat of his heart.

***

You woke up to a familiar warmth, and found Charles, under the covers with you this time, spooning you. You turned in his arms, and he tightened his hold on you, mumbling in his sleep.

“Chaaaaarles,” you cooed.

“G’morning, kitten,” he mumbled.

“Why do you call me that?”

“Because you made noises like a kitten when I was pleasuring you,” he answered, shifting back to sleep.

Your cheeks grew hot, thinking of that night. And then you felt a bit horny when you felt his morning wood against your thigh. Nudging him with your leg, you inched closer to him. He instantly woke up and scooted back. You stopped, feeling a little hurt by his rejection. It must have shown on your face, for he reached out to you and caressed your cheek with his knuckles.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said softly. “You know I want you too. I just think we need to get to know each other a little better first.”

You blinked. God, you were pouncing on him as if he were just a hook-up. He deserved better from you, didn’t he? A little more space and time to get used to you? Your friend had joked that you went through men like she went through chocolate. But she had a point; these past two years, you had flirted and dated and fucked, but never seriously.

Charles made you want to be serious again.

“Okay, okay,” you said, holding up your hands in surrender. “Let’s go on a date.”

“Sure. When?”

“After I get up and get ready?”

Charles just gaped at you for a moment, but then he shook his head and laughed. “Alright wildcat, I’ll go with you.”

***

The two of you ended up at your favorite cafe. After scrolling through Yelp and frustrated by how few places were open early on Sunday morning, you just said ‘fuck this shit’ and went with a classic. Charles smoothly bought your flat white and almond croissant while you were fishing for your card, and guided you to a table with his hand on the small of your back. He even got up to get your drink for you when they called your name.

Plus a hundred points. He was suave, much more than you expected.

And somehow, an hour passed like a minute, just chatting about your life, his life before coming to this town, general interests, and animals.

Then your alarm went off on your phone.

“Shit. I have to go to the animal hospital,” you said as you picked up your purse. Charles stood with you.

“Need any help?”

You looked at him for a moment, wondering if you were allowed to take him with you. You decided against it; if he wasn’t an official vet tech, he wasn’t allowed to help because of all the liability issues. But his heart was in the right place.

“I can handle it,” you said. “I’ll see you later?”

Charles nodded and waved as you left.

***

i’m off work now

wanna get some food?

You couldn’t stop yourself from messaging him again as you got out of the animal hospital. It had been an emergency surgery for a poor cat who had been hit by a car. She lost a leg, but the rest of her was in relatively good condition, and would survive. But it had been a long five hours, and you were exhausted. Lately you had been called in for these kinds of surgeries because you were good at keeping steady and making quick, calculated decisions. But once you were out of those situations, you let loose and were boisterous. Perhaps that’s how you balanced out; you didn’t know how your friend stayed so calm all the time, except for when you were teasing her.

Your phone buzzed.

I’ll come over and cook you something after I pick up some groceries. You must be tired. Take a nap. I'll see you at 5pm.

You smiled. He was too kind.

sure

thank u

Putting your phone away and getting into your car, you drove home with a big goofy grin on your face.

***

You had taken a nap when you got home, so exhausted that you just collapsed on your bed and passed out. When you got up, you had been opening windows to let in the cool evening air when your doorbell rang. Taking a deep breath, you went to let in Charles, who was carrying some grocery bags.

“That’s a lot,” you commented. “Cooking for an army?”

“I noticed you didn’t have much in your fridge,” he said. “Other than a couple of takeout containers.”

You sighed. It had been a rough few weeks at the hospital, that was true. One of your coworkers had warned you of compassion fatigue, and you had waved it off, but now you felt it. You had no energy for yourself, always taking care of others. Your friend had been the only one who had regularly checked in with you and made sure you took time for yourself here and there, but she couldn’t watch you all the time. Besides, you didn’t think you needed anyone to coddle you.

And now Charles, within just a week, had noticed how poorly you ate when you were alone.

He cooked a wonderfully healthy meal for you; baked chicken with spices, herbed potatoes, and a chickpea and spring green salad with a poppyseed dressing and candied walnuts. Your mouth watered as the smells filled your kitchen. He listened to you chatter away about your day at work when you should’ve had the day off, and he told you about his work at the construction site. You learned that he worked with Arthur, and that he had forgone his volunteer work at the animal shelter today to take care of you.

“I’m sorry,” you said, feeling bad for making him change his schedule.

He immediately went to you and hugged you tight. “Don’t ever feel bad for needing me. Ever.”

Your heart raced to hear him say something you didn’t know you needed to hear.

As he finished cooking dinner, you finally got up and helped him get plates and silverware, feeling bad that he was doing most of the work. The two of you ate on the floor, your plates on the coffee table. Your place was small, just a studio apartment with a bed, a small coffee table in front of a TV, a kitchen, and strangely enough, a decent sized bathroom. Sure, you could probably afford more now that you were a full veterinarian, but you wanted to save money and pay down your student debt. Besides, you didn’t spend much time at home anyway. For all the hours you were called in, you easily worked 60 hour weeks on average lately.

The two of you finished your meal and cleaned up everything together. It was magical, almost like he was your boyfriend already. Not only that, now you had a fridge filled with Tupperware containers of meals for a few days, so you didn't have to eat out for a while.

This was definitely not how you’d imagine things going. By now, with any other man you would have slept with him and sent him on his way.

Charles was different. Your best friend was right, these country boys were something else.

Now that dinner was done and everything was clean and put away, you weren’t sure what to do. You turned to him to ask what he wanted to do, but he was prowling towards you, his hands gripping the kitchen counter behind you as you realized you were trapped between his big arms. He crooned your name, so sweet sounding on his lips, and you were instantly turned on, feeling desire gliding through your body. He leaned over you, forcing you to crane your neck up to him. You parted your lips.

You knew what you wanted to do now.

“Please,” you begged. “Take me.”

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