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Stark's Girl

part 015/015 "the real hero"

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an: okay so... this is long and honestly... be prepared for an ending that took me days to write. i do not take any ownership on dialogue/scenes used from endgame, and i tried to make it original as well... anyways, here's the final part, and i can't wait to see what y'all think of the ending :3 oop i cried three times in this so be ready.

Was this actually going to work? Were the Avengers really about to get everyone back? According to Tony.. No. There were too many factors against it.

You tried to talk to him about it that night, but Tony avoided the conversation like the plague. By the morning Tony had disappeared and you were set to head back to the Compound that evening. You hadn’t heard from anyone if they had gotten anywhere beyond Tony’s involvement but it raised the question.. Who would even be able to make it work besides him? Hank Pym had been blipped, and as far as you knew this must be outside of Banner’s expertise. Tony was avoiding you, and that bugged you.

You understood the hesitation, but you knew how tore up he was about losing the Parker kid, even to this day. Morgan and Pepper were his world, this was his fresh start, so if it didn’t work then it was all for nothing. But what if it did? Then everyone would be back, and things would go back to how they were.

You zipped your bag shut and reached for your phone that laid on the bed. There were no new messages and you couldn’t help but sigh when there was a light tap on the door frame behind you. You glanced over your shoulder before tossing your phone into the bag and picking it up, and facing your brother fully. “Look who decided to say goodbye.”

“Got everything?” Tony asked and motioned his hands. “Clothes, toiletries-”

“I have everything,” you reassured him. “Was that all or.. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Tony sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. You dropped your bag to the floor and sat down on your bed, and pat the spot next to you. Tony pushed himself off the door frame and ended up by your side, and you hit him with your shoulder. “Go on old man.”

“I hate it when you call me that,” Tony grumbled before he sighed and looked at you. “I just don’t see it working. And I can’t risk losing all of this.”

“I get that Tony, I really do,” you replied. You slid closer to him and snaked your arm through his and rested your head against his arm. “What you have here it’s.. Well I haven’t seen anything like it since mom and dad.”

“But you want me to figure it out,” Tony said. You sighed and looked up at him.

“I just.. I want to know if you really think it won’t work.”

Tony sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.”

“It’s never been explored, I get that,” you told him. You unlatched yourself from his side and stood, and grabbed your bag before placing a hand on your brother's shoulder. “I have to get back and see what they’ve come up with though.”

Tony placed his hand over yours and gave you a tight squeeze. He spent the rest of the day with one question on his mind.

Would it work?

When you got back to the Compound the sun was nearly setting, and you sat in your car after switching the engine off. You pulled out the velvet box from your bag and ran your thumb over the top a couple times before pushing the lid open and staring at the contents. The ring inside still had a gleam to it, and you smiled a bit at it. You snapped the box shut and got out the car with your bag in tow, and headed inside. There was a strange brown van parked in the large hangar that made you slow your pace a bit, but you shook it off and continued on your way to the common room. As you got closer you could hear more and more chatter, and prepared yourself for what you were about to walk in on.

“I only have enough Pym particles for a few more goes,” you could hear Scott saying. “So I hope you were able to figure it out.”

“I got it down.. Mostly,” another voice said. It sounded almost like.. Banner?

When you came around the corner you were met with what looked like equations, workarounds, and everyone’s back to you. You had heard about “Professor Hulk” (that’s what his students called him at least) but you hadn’t seen Banner since after the blip. It was definitely, well, something. You came to a halt and couldn’t help but smile. “I see you guys have made progress since I saw you.”

Everyone turned around and Natasha approached with a smile. “Did he come around?”

“No,” you admitted. “He has a family now Nat, they mean the world to him.. And he doesn’t think it’ll work.”

“Well,” Nat looked back at Banner before he moved out of the way. “We might have a start.”

Bruce (Hulk?) explained everything. Tomorrow they would attempt time travel by sending Scott back to the 1950’s, and pull him right back. He said it would be easy, and checked his work multiple times to prove it. It sounded plausible, but until the morning no one would really know if it could work. Your nerves were shot at just the thought of it, and decided to make yourself some tea. You weren’t a huge fan, so as you dipped your tea bag into the hot water of your mug, the smell made you shake your head.

“You should try adding some honey.”

You glanced up from your mug at Steve walking into the kitchen. He stopped at a cabinet and pulled out a container filled with golden honey. He made his way to your side and set it on the counter, and you graciously took it and swirled some of it into the steaming cup. You lifted the cup to your lips and took a small sip, and turned to rest your hip against the counter and face Steve. “You think it’ll work?”

“It has to,” Steve said. His hand came up to rub one of your arms. “We owe it to everyone we lost to at least try.”

You nodded at his words and tapped your mug lightly in thought, and something surged through you. You set the mug down and reached into your pocket and pulled out the velvet box he had given you just days prior. Steve felt his heart stop at the sight, and his stomach twisted as you placed it on the counter between you both.

“I know you said you’d give me as much time as I needed, but.. I don’t need time to decide my answer.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve mumbled. “I guess I read too much into things-”

“Steve,” you cut him off from even finishing that thought. You placed your right hand up on his cheek, and Steve met your gaze. “The answer is yes.”

“Yes?” He asked quietly, and you nodded.

“Yes,” you repeated, and couldn’t help but giggle when a smile spread over his face. Steve pulled you into his arms like you were going to disappear right in front of him. When he set you back down you watched as he grabbed the velvet box and opened it, and pulled the ring out. He gently grabbed your left hand and as he slid the ring onto your finger, it felt like both of you weren’t breathing. You held your hand up to look at the gold band and diamond on your finger, and Steve’s smile fell.

“Are you okay?”

You met his gaze again and nodded. “I just never thought this would ever happen for someone like me.”

Admitting that to him felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Steve’s look turned more understanding and he took your hand and placed a chaste kiss to your fingers. He pulled you into his embrace and your arms wrapped around his waist and head laid on his chest, while his arms held your body close. You had the sneaking suspicion the last few months that Steve did know what had been running through your mind, and this felt like confirmation. Your confession was absolute, and Steve understood it. And he would spend everyday making sure you knew you were worth it until the end.

It was the first night you spent together, welcoming one another’s embraces in a quiet and tender moment. To you, you had felt like it would be one of the last quiet moments before finding out if time travel was possible, because from there it would be non-stop until they got everyone back. You knew it, and Steve did too. One last night of quiet, then one last time saving the world. So Steve took residence in your room once more, sharing your bed and holding you so you knew you were worth this.

The next morning came too soon, peeking through your shades until FRIDAY opened them higher like you had scheduled. Steve traced his fingers up and down your arm that draped across him for awhile before duty called. Begrudgingly you both changed and went to the hangar hand in hand, only separating when you got in view of everyone. Natasha though never misses anything.

“Good morning love birds,” she quipped while typing away on a computer near Banner. As you two neared you came to her side and nudged her with your arm gently to take over.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied back and met Steve’s gaze with a little smile.

“The ring on your finger says different,” she threw back your way. Banner looked down over the exchange and saw what Natasha had been talking about.

“What? Since when!” He asked.

“Recently,” Steve offered. Banner tapped his rather large hand on your back and shot a finger Steve’s way.

“I always knew you two would work it out, congratulations.”

“Speaking of working out,” Natasha cut in. “Are we ready?”

“Almost there,” Banner said as he worked on a couple more calculations. “I’m going to go over this with (Y/N).. Cap do you mind setting the breakers and getting the emergency generators ready just in case?”

“Got it,” Steve said. With one final glance between you both he casted a smile and walked back into the compound. Banner hovered over your shoulder and walked you through the equations running through the sequence, and also working in the Pym particles into that. You followed it for the most part, but for some reason something didn’t add up, you just couldn’t put your finger on it. Tossing caution to the wind (you weren’t a genius like Banner was of course) the sound of footsteps echoed in the hangar, and Steve made his way back.

“Alright, here we go. Time travel test number one. Scott you can fire up the uh, the van thing,” Banner instructed. Scott, in what looked like a retro Ant Man suit, powered up the Quantum tunnel and you double checked Banner’s work.

“Breakers are set, emergency generators are on standby,” Steve said as he walked back to your and Natasha’s side.

“Good. ‘Cause if we lose the grid I don’t want to lose Tiny here in the 1950’s,” Banner said lightly. Everyone’s gaze went to him in shock.

“Excuse me?” Scott asked from near the van.

“He’s kidding!” Natasha told him, before turning and whispering to the group. “You can’t say things like that!”

“Yeah, just a bad joke!” Banner said loudly for Scott, and offered him a thumbs up. Scott nodded hesitantly and smiled nervously.

“You were kidding right?” You asked. Banner lowered his voice again.

“I have no idea. We’re talking about time travel here. Either it’s all a joke or none of it is,” Banner explained, though it didn’t calm any of your hesitations. Banner looked back to Scott and gave him a nod. “We’re gonna send you back a week, let you walk around an hour, then bring you back in 10 seconds. Make sense?”

“Perfectly not confusing,” Scott tried to level with humor.

“Good luck, Scott. You got this,” Steve offered in encouragement which Scott gave a more confident smile.

“You’re right. I do, Captain America.”

You met Scott’s gaze for a moment before giving him a nod of approval, and with Banner’s direction you pressed a button and Scott disappeared into the tunnel. Silence fell over the group, and you exchanged glances with Steve, who put his hand on the small of your back. Banner, with his arms crossed keeping track of time on his abnormally large watch gave you a nod.

“On the count of three. Three.. Two.. One!”

In the same sequence as before you pressed the button and the Quantum Tunnel spit a figure back out… But it was not the same one you sent in. They were younger, and your heart dropped as Banner moved you out the way.

“Guys? Uh this doesn’t feel right,” the teen said, and everyone’s attention shot to Banner.

“What is this?” Steve asked.

“Who is that?” Natasha asked next and Banner mumbled to himself.

“Jesus, is that Scott?” You asked this time and Banner huffed.

“Yes, it’s Scott!” Banner exclaimed. Before anyone could get a grasp on the situation, Banner hit buttons and teen Scott was sucked back into the Quantum Tunnel, only for an older man to be spit back out.

“My back,” the old Scott said and Steve shuffled next to you to face Banner fully.

“Can you bring him back?” Steve asked and Banner tapped the buttons furiously.

“I’m working on it!”

Tensions were high as old Scott got sucked back in and in a flash another body was spit out. The Ant-Man suit had fallen to the floor and inside was..

“It’s a baby,” you said matter of factly.

“It’s Scott,” Banner countered.

“As a baby!” Nat said again, matter of factly.

“He’ll.. Grow,” Banner offered and Steve shook his head.

“Bring Scott back!” Steve ordered. And Banner looked to Natasha and motioned to the generators.

“When I say kill the power, kill the power,” he instructed her. Natasha nodded before rapidly walking towards the generator and grabbing a hold of the lever. You came up by Banner’s side again to see what he was doing and he pointed at Nat. “Kill it!”

Nat pulled the power and out shot regular Scott, which made everyone sigh in relief. Scott, on the other hand, stood there in disbelief and admitted something quietly. “Somebody peed my pants.. But I don’t know if it was baby me or old me.”

You glanced Steve’s way and offered a sad smile. Tony was right, this wasn’t going to work. Natasha came back to the group and mumbled a thank god, while Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

It wasn’t going to work. It was a grim thought, and everyone got their hopes up for nothing. Though Banner still tried to remain optimistic, and threw his hands up in triumph.

“Time travel!” Banner exclaimed, only earning a few shakes of the head. Steve motioned his head in a direction and off you two went, leaving behind Nat and Banner, and Scott who didn’t know what to do about his situation.

Steve had led you outside into the sunlight, where he removed himself from your side and let you walk out of the shade and close your eyes. He felt defeated, and took a seat on a hard surface and casted his gaze to the ground.

There was no victory, not even an opportunity for it. He had to once again come to terms with the fact he would never see Bucky again, or Sam, or Wanda. Wakanda would never get their King or Princess back, and the kid from Queens would never get to step foot back in the city. Steve was so lost in thought he nearly missed what you said.

“Holy shit,” you said out loud. Steve averted his gaze back to you, only to see what you had referred to. A car was fast approaching, and he knew just who was behind the wheel. Steve was by your side before the car came to a halt before you and the window rolled down.

“Why the long faces?” Tony asked.

You couldn’t help the smile that broke out over your face. There would only be one reason why Tony would come here (voluntarily)... He figured it out.

“Let me guess.. Lang turned into a baby,” Tony said and you covered your mouth to hide your grin. Steve nodded beside you and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Among other things, yeah. What are you doing here?” Steve asked. Tony removed his sunglasses and tossed them onto the passenger seat before stepping out the car. He walked around the back, and opened the trunk.

“That’s the EPR Paradox. Instead of pushing Lang through time, you must’ve pushed time through Lang. It’s tricky, dangerous even. Somebody should’ve cautioned you on it,” Tony went on explaining. Steve smiled a bit and nodded at him.

“You did,” Steve admitted and Tony put his hand over his chest, acting shocked.

“Did I? Well thank God I’m here,” Tony replied while fishing something out of his pocket. It looked like a funky little watch, which he promptly tossed your way and you caught easily. “Regardless, I fixed it. That is a fully functioning Time-Space GPS.”

“Son of a bitch,” you mumbled to yourself looking at the device in your hands.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice that,” Tony pointed from where he was. You looked at where he was pointing and smiled at the sight of the ring on your finger. “I just want peace, if you’re okay with it.”

“Of course I am Tony,” Steve confirmed and Tony sighed as he lowered his voice for the two of you.

“We got a shot at getting these stones, but I gotta tell you my priorities. Bring back what we lost? I hope so, yes of course. Keep what I got?” Tony paused while focused on you and nodded at him. “I have to, at all costs.. and maybe not die trying would be nice.”

“Sounds like a deal,” Steve agreed and offered Tony his hand, and you watched them shake on the promise. Tony pulled one last thing from the trunk of his car and Steve looked uncertain to take it. “Tony-“

“Why? He made it for you,” Tony insisted. And finally.. Steve took the shield once more.

“Looks good, Cap,” you commented, earning one of those looks from Steve and Tony shut his trunk.

“Ew. Please I don’t need to hear that.”

The Compound was about to be bustling once more. It was one of the more festive dinners the Avengers compound had seen in awhile, nearly every seat occupied and chatter among everyone. Pizza was the easier choice for the evening, and you had found yourself looking for a seat near Nat, Tony, and Steve who had engrossed themselves in early talks.

Clint had proven that Tony’s way of time travel worked, though it had taken a couple weeks to get it ready. You learned the calculations for entry points and exits, then re-entry back to the present. It was confusing, but the thought of getting the world back to normal was worth the late night lectures with Tony.

So now it was down to figuring out where and how to get all the stones as they are scattered throughout time. There wasn’t a clear path though, not yet anyway. But as you came up to the trio you could hear them still discussing it.

“I’m so glad we have the Three Stooges figuring this out,” you commented as Steve welcomed you to sit in his lap. Tony tossed a napkin your way and you chuckled before taking a glance around the room. “It’s nice to see all these faces again.”

“Hopefully soon it’s everyone,” Natasha offered. Her hope never died these last five years, and it made you nod in agreement as you bit into your slice of pizza. One of Steve’s hands ran up and down the side of your hip, and everything felt a little more normal.

“Lang only has enough particles for ten round trips, one for each of us,” Tony went on about, though you quickly swallowed the bite of pizza you had to inject.

“What about me-“

“No,” Steve and Tony said in unison. You narrowed your gaze at them both and took an angry bite of your pizza. It was ridiculous that they made the decision you were to stay here and track them on the time heist.

“Thor and Rocket could go for the Reality Stone in 2013,” Steve offered.

“Clint and I can get the Soul Stone, Nebula and Rhodey can handle the Power Stone.. We know where those are in 2014,” Natasha said out loud.

“That still leaves three stones and four of us,” Tony sighed. You shrugged your shoulders and took a bite of the crust you had left.

“I mean if you pick the right year, there’s three stones in New York,” you said off the top of your head. When silence fell among the group and you looked up to see them all staring at you you raised a brow. “What?”

“What did you just say?” Tony asked and you blinked at him.

“I said if you pick the right year there are three stones in New York?” You replied and when everyone still looked confused you sighed. “The wizard had the Time Stone, you guys had the Space Stone aka the Tesseract, and Loki’s scepter had the Mind Stone.”

It was silent, everyone seemed to be processing what you said when Banner came up to the group, but Tony was already in motion. “There’s only one pizza left can I have it-“

“Jolly Green take a look at this,” Tony said as he whipped out a small device and displayed images in the room. His actions made everyone else look on as he moved pictures, air typed words, and took a step back to show everyone. Tony put his hands on his hips and Banner looked surprised.

“Shut the front door.”

“This is it,” Natasha stood and looked on. “This is how we get all the stones in one go.”

For once you were glad to have caught up on all those confidential SHIELD documents on what you had missed.

No..

No no no. No it wasn’t supposed to be like this. This wasn’t supposed to happen, no one was supposed to die.. This was supposed to fix everything, but not this. No.. No it wasn’t true. What Clint was saying couldn’t be true.

He fell to his knees, he had to be picked up from the floor as he recounted what happened. A soul for a soul, he said. It shouldn’t have been the price but it was, he said.

It couldn’t be true.

The thought just ran over and over again in your mind the rest of the day. Everyone had gone to the lake and discussed it more but that one line just kept running over you. Clint insisted there was no other way, there was no give backs.

She bet her life on it.

Tony crafted a gauntlet to house the stones in. He carefully placed each like where Thanos had them originally. He was precise, this was delicate after all. Someone died to make this happen.

Steve was distant. You chalk it up to being focused on the situation at hand.

But who should snap?

Thor offered but was met with (quickly) apprehension from everyone. Tony said he was in no condition to do so, so Bruce said it should be him.

“You saw what those stones did to Thanos. It almost killed him. None of you could survive,” Banner said.

“How do we know you will?” You asked. It was one of the first times you had spoken up in days, and seemed to shock everyone a little bit.

Honestly, you couldn’t handle someone else dying right now.

There was no way to know for sure, but it was time to find out. This time you weren’t letting anyone tell you not to join, and you grabbed the nano suit attachment Tony had made for you. The chest pendant stuck to your shirt and like a second skin it dispersed the suit over your body, leaving your face still exposed.

You came up by Steve’s side and he glanced your way and sighed. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Let me be here for this,” you said lowly. Steve didn't question you again, and strapped his shield tighter to his arm as Scott came to his side and gave him a ready nod.

“FRIDAY do me a favor and activate Barn Door Protocol will you?” tony asked.

Barn Door Protocol was simple. There were protective blast doors that closed the Compound in the event of a catastrophic event. It protected every square inch of the facility-

You get the point by now. It’s in case some shit goes down.

The room got slightly darker, and Tony gave you a nod across the room and both your helmets covered your faces. Tony projected a shield before him and Clint, and you shifted in your place.

This was it: one last mission.

Banner slowly put on the gauntlet, the metal growing over his enlarged hand, and when it fit snugly the stones began to glow and you could see their power begin to surge through him. Suddenly, Banner fell to his knee and grunted in pain.

“Take it off!” Thor hollered.

“No, wait,” Steve called over the chaos. “Bruce you okay?”

“Talk to us, Banner,” you tried to reason over the conflicting voices.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” Bruce reassured everyone and even attempted to give a thumbs up. But the scene unfolding told you (and probably everyone) that Bruce was not okay. He screamed in pain, holding his hand that housed the gauntlet and just when you thought he was going to pass out from the pain he was in--

-- He snapped.

Bruce fell to the ground and the gauntlet slid off his hand and Clint kicked it away. Steve rushes to his side and you move to do the same but Tony stops you.

“Don’t move him,” Tony instructed and Bruce gripped onto Steve’s arm.

“Did it work? Bruce asked immediately. Everyone glanced around, unsure if it did or not.

Nothing felt different, nothing screamed yes it worked. Tony iced Bruce’s affected arm and just when the dust was settling-

A bad choice of words. Suddenly everything evaporated around you. Explosions, debris, rock and dirt flying everywhere. Everything was disorienting, nothing truly felt settled for minutes. You weren’t sure how long time had passed, but there was chatter in your ear and you gasped back to life.

“We’re drowning! Does anybody copy? Mayday!” Rhodey’s voice rang a little choppy.

You groaned as you pushed yourself up, feeling the same water building around you. Rhodey, Rocket and Hulk came into view and you forced yourself up, having to crouch because of the fallen pieces of cement. You rushed over as water continued to fill the small cramped area, and came to Bruce’s side.

Your boots cemented themselves to whatever ground you stood on and helped push the cement that was threatening you all. “I got you, big guy.”

See you on the other side, man,” Rhodey said to Rocket who was next to him. The water was quickly rising, and this didn’t feel real.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Bruce and you couldn’t bear the weight, not with the water circling your necks. It was an ironic death, because your life did flash before your eyes. Seeing your parents death, seeing Tony again, that date with Steve where he kissed you in the rain, then the flashes of Siberia, Natasha’s last smile.. You wouldn’t admit this to anyone until much later, but you welcomed this ending.

Suddenly something cupped you all and air rushed around you. The large hand hugged you all carefully, and when they released you the scene of the outside world was a punch in the stomach, but there was no time to reflect. You could see that Purple Titan from this far, and you could also make out the size of his army.

And by the looks of it, Bruce’s snap worked.

Bruce leaped out of Scott’s hand and Rhodey, back in his suit hovered with Rocket, and you landed by his side. The chants of the Wakandan tribes ring in the air, but one voice cuts over the comms in your suit and you clutch your fists.

“Avengers!” Steve calls out.

“Assemble.”

Both forces charge one another, Thanos still on the battlefield pointing his legion on. You had flown in with Rhodey by your side as both sides met in a chaotic middle, and landed before one of the ugly Sakaaran aliens and ricocheting them backwards with the repulsors in your palm. Asgardians, Wakandan forces, wizards, and fellow Avengers fought all around you. Landing by your side, your brother shot another alien backwards past you.

“You alright?” his voice projected into your suit. An alien charged you and you grabbed it around the neck and propelled yourself upwards before using the momentum to slam the body back down to the ground.

“Oh just the usual Tuesday,” you replied before someone landed beside you two.

“Mr. Stark! Hey! Holy cow-” the young kid started. You gave your brother an understanding nod, and flew back up into the air, eyes landing on an incoming Leviathan, heading straight for Clint.

“Anyone have my back with the big space worm?” You asked over the comms, while cycling through the weapon options of your suit quickly.

“I got it!” Scott called over the comms and you took a play out of your brothers book. Scott was charging forward and as the Leviathan came near the forces fighting below, he punched the space worm, and with your charge ready, a small missile shot out from your suit and into a now exposed piece of flesh and exploded the Leviathan. Scott continued on, but in your state of distraction one of the Chitauri from the ground leapt up and pulled your downwards.

Shocked, the alien slammed your back down to the ground, and with a scepter like device flourished downward to pin you. You stopped the scepter just before impacting your chest and huffed and you tried to push them off, but they’re a lot heavier than they look. Before you have time to panic, the alien is thrown off of you, and a couple shots ring through the air.

Standing above you is Bucky Barnes.

Barnes lowers his gun and looks down at you, before offering his exposed vibranium hand for you to take. Without hesitation, you grip his hand and he pulls you up but not without lingering his hand in yours before letting you go, and you give him a nod.

“Thank you,” you tell him. “That’s two I owe you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Barnes replied. Both of your attention is pulled away when chatter erupts in your ears.

“We have incoming!” Someone shouted. Everyone turned their attention above as the looming ship Thanos arrived in began to fire. The same explosions that rocked the Compound hit the ground in the same destructive way, but the wizards (you really needed to learn the correct term for them) began to make shields to cover the people around them. You projected the shield Tony had integrated into these new suits and held it above you while Barnes shot at a couple more aliens who were still attempting to attack.

“Guess that’s only one you owe me,” Barnes said next to you and you let your helmet disappear to look at him fully.

“Did you just make a joke?” You asked and he shrugged.

“I do that sometimes,” he replied and you smiled a bit before your helmet reappeared over your face.

Above, you could just barely make out the Spider kid with the gauntlet being carried away on a Pegasus before you see them get knocked off the winged horse. But there was no telling how to get the ship to stop firing on both forces below, and that started to sit badly in the pit of your stomach. But in near perfect timing, the cannons stopped, and everyone around looked at one another in question (including you and Barnes). Your shield disappeared and the cannons moved to point upwards, and shot into the sky.

“What are they firing at?” You asked over the comms, before FRIDAY answered that something was entering the atmosphere.

In a blazing ball of glory shoots down from the sky and into a part of the ship, straight through, and then back in, all before shooting out as the ship began to crumble below her. You smiled behind your helmet before refocusing on the scene before you.

Get the gauntlet to the brown van, and put an end to Thanos once and for all.

“See you on the other side, Barnes,” you commented to him before shooting back off into the thick of it all. In a matter of seconds Thanos threw his sword towards the brown van and almost in slow motion, the gauntlet is lost in the dirt. You land besides Steve, who seemed to have almost forgot you had been here during this.

“(Y/N)-”

“We can’t let him get that gauntlet again,” you said to him, your eyes trained on your brother who was heading that way. “We can’t lose anyone else.”

Instead of arguing with you, Steve nodded in agreement and he outstretched his hand, and Mjolnir flew into his grasp, his shield on the other arm. Side by side you charged towards Thanos just as he smacked your brother away, Thor arriving at the same time. The two men teamed up to distract Thanos, and you focused your attention on the gauntlet, whose stones shined under the grim that now governed it. You could see Thanos overpower both Thanos and Steve, and with no one else in sight you picked the gauntlet up and back into the air you went. But you didn’t get very far, a large hand grabbing ahold of one of your legs and pulled you backwards, and for the first time you came face to face with the Titan who ruined everything.

Thanos used his free hand to grab a hold of your neck and released your leg, and you felt the metal of your suit dig into your sin as you gasped for air. Thanos looked you over, as if he could see your frightened expression behind your suit, and with his free hand he plucked the gauntlet from you and looked it over. His hand still was tight around your neck, and your vision began to fade before he looked back at you.

“Pathetic,” he muttered to you, before tossing you away. You weren’t sure how far you landed, but the impact shocked your body. You could feel yourself come in and out of consciousness, hazy vision of the dark clouds in the sky moving ever so slightly each time you came too. It wasn’t until the snarl of an Outrider nearing you did you finally find the strength to push yourself up, but before it lunged at you.. It disappeared into the wind like dust.

Pushing yourself up, you watched as all around all of Thanos’ different forces began to crumble away into dust. The Chitauri, the Sakaraans, and the Outriders all disappear before your very eyes in the same manner half the world did five years ago. You pushed yourself forward, over a heap of debris in what seemed like just enough time to see Thanos sit himself down in the middle of an open area. Thunder crackled above, and Thanos crumbled away into dust as well.

It.. It was over. It was really over.

Your helmet disappeared so you could see the spectacle for yourself. The only people still around were the Avengers, and everyone who helped that day (you would call them Avengers as well). You smiled a bit as your eyes landed on Steve who was focused somewhere else, but then he looked around frantically before spotting you. His expression made your chest hurt as you looked to where he had been staring previously.

No..

You could see Tony fall to the ground and people begin to surround him. There was an urgency in each step you took and when someone tried to stop you you pulled your hand from their grasp to get closer. You needed to see your brother, he had to be okay.

He just had to be.

When you finally got to his side you felt your heart stop. Peter was being pulled off the ground by Rhodey, while Pepper took his spot. She was stroking the side of Tony’s face, and whispering something to him you couldn’t hear. You found yourself taking in every detail, but still you couldn’t believe what you were witnessing. Tony stared off into the distance, his body was… It was just completely eaten up from what you knew were the stones. He was the one who snapped, and you shook your head in disbelief.

He was supposed to go home after this.

People looked at you, and Pepper glanced behind to meet your gaze. She held out her hand and you took a heavy step forward, until you kneeled down in front of your big brother… But his eyes held nothing in them anymore. Carefully you grabbed his hand that Pepper wasn’t holding and you gave him a squeeze, not really sure what to say.

With a shaky hand you reached out to stroke the side of his face that wasn’t burned, but your touch did nothing to get a response from him. You could feel the tears fall down your cheeks as you watched him barely breath, and you shook your head.

“I love you so much,” you managed before the sobs in your chest ached to be released. “I love you-”

Just as you were struggling to get the last words out, the light of his arc reactor went out. You gasped lowly as Pepper fell forward to sob into Tony’s shoulder, and someone pulled you off the ground as your sobs were just starting. Steve had pulled you into his embrace as you cried, and the somber feeling carried through everyone else.

You had lost the last piece of family you had left.

Uncertainty. That was the one thing that had settled into your life those days between the battle and Tony’s funeral. Those of you who needed it found yourselves in a hotel in the city, and each of your days blended together in the same way. You slept all day, most of the time waking up and opting to stay in bed and stare ahead.. Your eyes burned, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

Steve stayed with you, though it was hard on him. When you first arrived, you nearly immediately got into the bed and under the sheets, and he couldn’t coax you out for two days. He opened the blinds to the windows, but you stared blankly out, and when he came with food you told him you weren’t hungry. He tried to help, but he didn’t know how.

The day before the funeral, when he finally got you to eat oatmeal (even if it was just a couple spoonfuls) and managed to get you into the shower, he tucked you back into bed and you went to sleep once more. He stayed in the room for a while, his own thoughts heavy on his mind, before going to the one person he knew would understand him the most.

When Bucky answered the door, he gave him a sad smile and let him into his room. Steve walked in and stopped in front of the windows overlooking the city, which was now bustling with life again. Bucky came up behind him, and Steve could hear him open the mini fridge in the room and pull something out.

“How is she?” Bucky asked. Steve sighed and turned back to face his friend while crossing his arms.

“I got her to eat a bit, but Buck… I’ve never seen her like this and I.. I don’t know what to do,” Steve admitted. Bucky sat himself on the edge of his bed with a water bottle in his hand and sighed.

“You just have to be there for her, Steve,” Bucky offered. “No matter how long it takes.”

The guilt on his conscience was too much, and Steve nodded in response. He took a seat in the chair across from the bed and rubbed his hands together, all while Bucky took sips from his water and watched him closely. Bucky knew he was holding something back.

“Steve.. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Steve looked up to meet his best friend's gaze, before looking back down to the ground. “I… I don’t think I belong here anymore, Buck.”

Bucky’s brows narrowed as he looked at his friend. Where was this coming from? Hethought you two would’ve worked things out in the five years he was gone, Bucky had only assumed so since Steve was by your side during this.. He thought Steve moved on from this kind of talk. “What do you mean Steve.”

“What if I should go back?” Steve asked him, meeting Bucky’s gaze again. “There’s a way now and… And I saw Peggy-”

“You saw Peggy?” Bucky asked, and Steve gave him a nod. “Steve now think about this… I thought you were over this, I thought you were set on making things right with (Y/N)-”

“I was,” Steve cut him off this time. “But Buck when I saw Peggy… There’s something telling me that… That it was always supposed to be her.”

“Yeah, maybe back then,” Bucky conceded. “But Steve think about now. You’re here for a reason, not back there… I thought you passed this.”

“Maybe I never was,” Steve asserted. Bucky looked over his friend, and he shook his head and stood up again.

“I think you should consider this a lot more than you have… Because there is someone really hurting right now, and she needs you,” Bucky told him. “I don’t know if you two worked it out over these last few years but Steve you need to think about this.”

Tony was… Exceptional. He was what you had always wanted to be when you grew up. And maybe that was more true now than ever.

You found yourself unable to do a lot of things the last few days, including dress yourself for this funeral. You felt sickly, but the cries had drawn themselves out and left you too tired to continue today. You were there for the entirety of Tony’s message to his family, and Steve was still by your side as Pepper set a wreath with an old arc reactor into the lake by their home.

You felt empty. Emptier and more alone than you had ever felt.

When you managed to be alone you had wandered off by yourself to Tonys’ work shed and pried it open. Dust lingered in the air, and you entered slowly with hands shoved into the pockets of the coat you had been wearing. You were chilly, probably getting sick, but you ignored the thought as you turned the light on to see better.

What you had been searching for was staring at you like it had been weeks ago. Slightly discolored, the photo of Tony and you from when you were younger screamed at you of a feeling you’d never feel again. You reached out for it with a shakiness you couldn’t control and grabbed it, and traced your fingers over the glass front before holding it to your chest in an effort to comfort the pain in your heart.

The floor echoed as someone entered, and you wiped the tears from your face as they came up behind you. They didn’t sound like Steve’s footsteps, and you turned to face the person who must’ve followed you out.

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” Bucky Barnes said to you. You found yourself nodding and looked back down at the photo you were clinging onto.

“Me too,” you admitted quietly. When you met Bucky’s gaze again he looked like he wanted to say something, but Steve came up behind him and the moment was stopped. Steve glanced between you two before refocusing on you, and he cleared his throat.

“Happy has something for you,” Steve admitted and you gave him a nod. Steve waited for you to pass him before Bucky turned his way and gave him a knowing look. Though they hadn’t discussed it since, Bucky hoped Steve had come to his senses.

Things never felt normal for you, not as soon as people seemed to hope it would. You tried to be more.. Enthusiastic. But how could you just be okay after that?

Weeks had passed since the funeral, and you didn’t feel any better. Happy had given you a drive with a message he said Tony had left for you, but you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to listen to it. Not yet, maybe ever. It was hard enough seeing his face plastered on the news, and in depth reporting on the Stark legacy, with people questioning what you would contribute in the family’s wake. Even Steve had asked you about your commitment to one another… You hate to admit it but you told him you couldn’t right now, not with this pain in your heart. He told you he understood. You weren’t sure if he noticed, but you tucked the ring he had given you back into the velvet box, and then away safely.

But things were uneasy between you two, and you did what you always do. When Bruce called with work, you accepted it. Anything to get you mind off the thoughts that ran rampant. There was one last thing that needed to be done: the stones needed to be returned.

You had memorized every detail of Tony’s work when it came to the Quantum portal. Bruce and you had replicated one in record time, and on a sunny day you stood there beside him double checking the trajectories. Steve had volunteered to return the stones, with no arguments from anyone on the matter.

“Now, remember,” Bruce explained to Steve. “You have to return the stones to the exact moment you got them. Or you're gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternative realities.”

“Don’t worry Bruce, clip all the branches,” Steve said as he messed with the com in his ear. You were too focused on the conversations that unfolded, your mind drifting off for a moment before being pulled back with Bruce setting his hand on your back.

“You okay?” He asked, and you nodded and returned to finalizing the jump.

“I’m fine,” you reassured him and looked up to see Bucky and Steve hug for a moment. Steve stepped up onto the platform and the familiar Quantum suit appeared over him. He picked up the case that had all the stones, and Mjolnir as well.

“How long is this gonna take?” Sam asked.

“For him? As long as he needs. For us? Five seconds,” Bruce explained before meeting Steve’s look. “We’ll meet you back here, okay?”

Steve looked at you, with a look on his face you couldn’t quite place. Your stomach felt like it was twisted in a knot, even though he gave a nod and looked back Bruce’s way.

“You bet,” Steve replied.

“Going quantum in three, two, one..” Bruce counted down before Steve disappeared. You intently watched his stream disappear on the monitor you had before you, and Bruce started counting again. “And returning in five, four, three two, one-”

When Steve didn’t reappear you frantically looked for his stream location, only to see it shoot past his return point. “He blew right past his time stamp-”

Bruce moved you out the way and your gaze focused on the empty Quantum portal, and you shook your head a bit. You could hear the conversations around you, but couldn’t quite make out the words being said. All you knew was Steve didn’t come back. When everyone went quiet your attention went to the three men who were focused in the distance, with Sam heading towards a figure who hadn’t been there before.

You stepped off the platform you had been working on and took a few steps in the grass closer to where Bucky was standing and watching whatever was unfolding. You had your disbelief, but that was crumbled the minute you saw Sam take the shield, and you could now make out it was an old man.

When Tony died time had all but warped together.. But what you were seeing right now had felt like the ground was taken out from under you. The older man had stood and shaken Sam’s hand, and when they looked back at Bucky, when you could see those eyes even from this far you stumbled backwards. They were Steve’s eyes.

Confusion… Panic… Hurt. Everything coursed through you at once, and ignoring the calls from whoever tried to get you to stay, to probably talk about it, you turned away from the scene and pulled the arc attachment from your pocket and desperately threw it onto your chest. The suit that you hadn’t worn since the battle appeared out your body, hid your face behind a helmet and you shot off from the ground with only one destination in your mind.

You had never used the fastest flight power Tony’s suits had to offer but you did that day for the first time. You needed to get back to the hotel you had been staying at quickly, and when you landed on the roof and your suit disappeared as you ran for the entrance to the building, you needed to find it.

Out of breath by the time you made it to your room and threw open the door and it shut behind you, you overlooked your room and couldn’t get your mind together. You hurried over to the bedside table you had hidden what you were looking for and pulled it out the housing completely, only to find it empty.

A frantic panic flooded you, and in a matter of minutes you had nearly destroyed the hotel room, overturning every piece of furniture, overlooking every crevice you could find. You rested your back against a wall and breathed heavily, before sliding down and for the first time in weeks, fresh sobs left your body.

Steve Rogers had taken his ring back. And now you were truly alone…

...In 1974, Howard Stark was going to unveil his City of the Future to the world, but was having a hard time coming up with the right words. Tony had interrupted him once, though he couldn’t hold it against the kid, he was only four and Howard worked late nights. With Maria talking about wanting another kid, Howard was doing whatever he could to set them up for success, and here he was, getting ready to record a message for them.

He just needed to get something off his chest, and he leaned back against his desk with his arms crossed before him, and searched his mind for the right words. He tapped his foot lightly before sighing under his breath.

“I’ve never been a man of many words, as crazy as that sounds. But trying to build all of this, I’ve had to put my best foot forward,” Howard started. He touched the model beside him and looked at the camera. “You don’t know it yet but your mother is talking about having another baby, and I’m… I’m looking forward to that, when it happens.

“Tony, you are too young to understand this right now, so I thought I would put it on film for you. I built this for you, and by the looks of it your brother or sister, and some day you two will realize that it represents a whole lot more than just people's inventions. It represents my life's work. This is the key to the future. I'm limited by the technology of my time, but one day you'll figure this out. And when you do, you will change the world.”

Later on Howard would go on to edit this message, just weeks before his death, to include another message. This one would go unheard for years. Until you were ready, this message sat alongside Tony’s on the drive he left for you.

“You turned five this year. When someone told me that I would become a sucker for my little girl, man did they mean it,” Howard chuckled. Something caught his attention off screen, but he looked at the camera he had set up in his study and on a rare occasion he smiled. “With Tony, he became my vision, the reason why I wanted my work to make the biggest impact on the world… So that he would have the best future. But you? You’re my aspiration. And just like Tony, I know you’re going to change the world… If you both sat through these messages, I just want you to know one last thing.

“What is, and always will be, my greatest creation... is you two."

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And for @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18s challenge and birthday! I'm sorry I'm a bit late! Hope y'all like it❤❤

Summary - You try to convince your professor to give you a better grade.

Warnings - smut, age gap, professor/student relationship, deep throating, cock warming.

Prompts - professor!character x student!reader for snow

Gif prompt + your professor has a different kind of extra credit in mind for navy and siri

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - almost 4k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You closed your eyes rubbing them to sooth the dryness. You had a long day and getting anything through your thick skull was turning out to be a challenge.

Of course it would. You were never an amazing student. You just studied the night before the exam and cramped whatever you could, writing what you remember on the test the next day. And yeah it wasn’t the most ideal way to study but it had worked so far for you. You got by alright.

It was more of all the shitty professors you’ve ever had than your fault. None of them could ever get you really interested in their subjects. They either didn’t care enough or only knew how to abuse their power.

But then he walked into your class. He was pretty enough to be a model or an actor. You just assumed he was someone famous. You felt as if you’ve met him before, as if you’ve known him your whole life. You were shocked to hear he was your new criminology professor, along with being a DA. Which has to be a demanding job.

It was impossible to not listen to him when he spoke, his voice so smooth like honey, carrying hints of a Boston accent he let slip whenever he got too passionate, which was quiet often.

He had broad shoulders and thick biceps he hit under those expensive suits and dress shirts. But it was more than that. He acted as if he cared. About his students, about the things he was teaching you. He always encouraged questions and helped everyone with their doubts. He had you on the edge of your seat with every word he said.

He even knew all the students by their names. Well... everyone except you.

You never interacted much in your classes, too afraid to make a fool of yourself in front of your dream man. So you had decided to buckle down and study as much as you can so you can finally raise your hand when he asked a question. How amazing it would be to hear him say ‘Good job' to you.

Maybe it isn’t classy to harbor such sinful thoughts about your professor. But the way his pants stretched over his round butt, hugging his long legs and creasing as he leaned against the edge of his table, his thick dark beard framing his face so perfectly, was just so mesmerizing. He was sex on legs. Were you really to blame here?

You had made sure to get to class ten minutes early so you could sit on the first bench. To get a close up look at the show. He was talking about something, you couldn’t really focus on. Your eyes stuck to his crotch, and how you could clearly see the imprint of his...

“Shit” You whispered as you heard him call out your surname, suddenly realising that he had his eyes on you.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“Wh – I – don’t really think a lot.” You stammered “I’m sorry what was the question?” You cringed at yourself.

“Try to pay attention next time.” He scolded you as you cowered under his intense gaze, his lips set in a hard line as he went back to addressing the whole class and resuming his lecture.

He didn’t even spare a look at you the rest of the class. You had to keep your tears at bay. It would’ve been better if you were invisible to him. Anything would be better than being publicly humiliated like that.

You decided then and there that you don’t like him. Sure you weren’t paying attention but how dare he point that out? He would never do that to anyone else. What the fuck did he have against you.

Nope. You were going to hate him now and bear him till the end of the semester. But then, all your resolve went out the window as soon as he turned around to write something on the board, giving everyone a nice view of his 'cute bubble butt'. At least that’s what you heard someone else call it. Although the kind of feelings it gave you were anything but cute.

After two long torturous hours the class was dismissed. You scrambled to pack up your bag. You were about to leave your, but body stopped of its own accord when you heard him call out your surname again. Sending shivers down your spine. You took a deep breathe turning around to look at him, your mouth suddenly dry and your hands clammy and sweaty.

“Yes professor Barber?” You asked as you stood a few feet away from him, staring at his shoes as if they were the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen. You could not look at his face. You would melt on spot and make an idiot of yourself, again.

You cursed as he walked towards you standing just in front. You had never been so close to him before, you could smell his musky cologne, feel his hot breath on your forehead.

“Don’t you think it’s rude to not look at your professor when speaking to him?” He asked cocking his head.

He couldn’t but feel proud and satisfied as you complied so easily, looking up at him. The tip of your tongue peaked out to lick your lip before your lower lip was caught in your teeth as you chewed harshly on it. A very distracting habit of yours. He really had to resist the urge to groan.

He wondered if you knew you were so cruelly teasing him or if you were as oblivious as you seemed to be.

He was excited when he was offered a position to be a teacher, a chance to shape young minds. To make a larger difference in the world. He stayed up all night preparing for his first lecture. He was always thorough with his work. He had made up his mind to do his best and be a good teacher.

But he knew he was ruined as soon as his eyes landed on you.

He wasn’t one for making friends. Always having trouble trusting people. Especially in his profession. It wasn’t that he was shy. He hated small talk and just didn’t have a lot to say, unless he was in a courtroom, even if he did he wasn’t always sure how he should say it.

But when he and his colleagues had a win on a particularly hard case, bringing down a huge mob after working tirelessly for over 3 months, he agreed to go out for drinks to celebrate. He did need to wind down a bit. When he wasn’t at the office he was at home either working or sleeping.

He was sitting on the bar stool with Henry the paralegal he had come to like the guy. He had been a huge help with the case. Henry was going on about his daughters biology project when Andy felt a tap on his shoulder he looked over his shoulder before turning around to get a proper you.

There you stood, leaning against the bar with a dopey grin on your face. He couldn’t help but do you a once over, looking you up and down, you were wearing a hot pink dress that hugged your waist before flaring over your hips. He smiled at your cute kitten heels with small white bows on them. You looked so beautiful, your hair tied up in a high ponytail as curls framed your sweet face.

“Hello mister businessman mister!” You giggled before covering your mouth as you let out a hiccup. “Oops excuse me.”

“I’m not a businessman.” He smiled shaking his head.

“Well you sure do look like one!” you laughed weakly punching his bicep “Oh my gosh” You gulped pressing his bicep in your palm “You must work out.”

“I dabble here and there.” He said waving it off as if it wasn’t a big deal “Can I buy you a drink? Are you old enough to be here?” He wondered.

“I’ll have you know I’m more than old enough” You said proudly. Normally, he would never even consider flirting with someone who looked so young, but for some reason he just couldn’t stop. “Yes I will have a drink. Wait no! No I won’t!” You gasped.

“That’s probably a good idea. You seemed to have had plenty. How about a coffee?” He offered.

“Nope I’m fine. I’m here for my friend Stacey. She likes you.” You drawled out moving your hips side to side dancing to a tune stuck in your head.

“And you don’t like me?” He pouted.

“Noooo” You whined cupping his beard in your hands. He kept pouting to milk some more sympathy from you but was completely taken aback when you pressed your soft cushiony lips over his. You pulled back staring into his eyes and said “I like you a lot! But sisters before misters you know. I couldn’t do that to my friend.” And now you were the one pouting.

He heard Henry clear his throat behind him “I’ll just go on home then. See you tomorrow man.” Andy couldn’t be bothered to turn around to say goodbye, his eyes completely focused on you.

“Oh no your friend left. Whatever you’re going home with Stacey anyway.” You looked around for your friend “Where is she? Oh no! She’s not here.”

Andy frowned looking around the bar with you “Don’t worry she must be in the bathroom or something. Why don’t you try calling her?”

You whipped out your phone from your bag. Your lips starting quivering and eyes turned glossy as you looked at it. “Hey what happened?” His instincts screaming at him to sooth your panic state. He just ran his hand up and down your forearm, there wasn’t much else he could do without seeming like a creep.

“My friend left! She said she went home with a wall street guy. Left me all alone.”

He frowned at that. “Your friend doesn’t deserve you.” He stated as if he knew you. He didn’t but he knew how loyal you were to your friend when you turned him down. Who would abandon such a sweet thing like you?

“And we were gonna go to dinner and everything.” You sniffled “I’ll have to walk home now.”

“No you won’t.” He blurted clenching his jaw. He knew just how bad men could be. He would never let a clearly inebriated woman go home alone.

Sure in any other case he would’ve called or even paid for an taxi. But he couldn’t say goodbye to you just yet. So he offered to take you home. And with some convincing you agreed.

He secured you into the passenger seat before putting your address in the GPS. He found himself laughing more than he ever had at your incoherent drunken ramblings.

“Do you believe in aliens?” Before he could even answer you continued “What if this is all just a simulation. By aliens. Like what if we’re in a tv show. That’d be awesome.” You leaned against the window, closing your eyes.

“Are you this funny when you’re sober?” He wanted to know. Although he had an inkling that you definitely would be.

“Yes I am! But my friends tell me I talk too much.” You said scrunching up your nose.

“I could listen to you talk all night. But I think we’re here.” He said parking across a building. “is this it?”

“Yeah” You nodded. “You’re right dude. They don’t deserve me.”

“Don’t call me dude.” He grumbled. You call your friends ‘dude’. And he had no intentions of being just a friend to you.

“Fine dude” You chuckled. “Do you have a pen?” You asked.

“Uh I think” He felt his pockets and then pulled out a fountain pen he always carried around with him.

You took it from him and shook your head. “You business men and your pens” You snatched his arm and started writing something on his palm.

“I keep telling you I’m not a business man.” He argued.

His heart swelled with giddiness as he saw you write down numbers on his open palm.

“Call me if you wanna hear me talk some more, ‘night.” You struggled to open the door before stumbling out. He made sure you got inside your building safely before he entered your number in his phone. He didn’t ask your name, too caught up in your rant about women’s jeans not having pockets. So he just saved it as ‘pink lady’.

He was so excited to hear from you again that he called you the next morning. Only you had given him the wrong number. He didn’t know if it was a mistake or if you had just lead him on. He considered maybe ‘accidentally’ bumping into you near your apartment. But then he saw you. In his class, as his student.

You didn’t seem to remember him but obviously had a crush on him. You weren’t such a confident talker without the influence of alcohol, the one time he asked you what your name was you just replied with ‘I’ve never had one.’ Which was adorable but also infuriating.

Was he so damn forgettable? How did you manage to do such a number on him, so much so that you haunted his wet dreams, but you had completely forgotten about him and the whole encounter. Going about your merry life, your mind not plagued with such unprofessional and unethical thoughts.

He wanted to know you. To hear you ramble some more or be awkward. Literally anything but the cold shoulder you were giving him. So he did a bad thing. He called you out when you were clearly too busy ogling him. He revelled in the sick pleasure he got from embarrassing you.

“Why don’t we go talk in my office?” He suggested and collected his books without waiting for your answer. You both made your way over to his office, you following a few steps behind him. “After you.” He said as he held the door open for you.

He locked the little latch as he closed the door, instructing you to take a seat. He wasn’t sure why he had called you over. It wasn’t like he could actually act on his feelings. Or ask you if you remembered him at all. It would be out of the question. He would get fired from the university, his reputation would be tarnished.

He took a seat at his desk shuffling through the papers in his drawer and brought one out on the desk.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he took in your demure state. How you had made yourself so small across him. He decided then. He couldn’t possibly not do anything about his feelings. Once his mind was set on something he HAS to have it.

Every fibre of his being was screaming at him to simply bend you over the desk and take you in the most primal way possible. But he could wait. In just a few months you would graduate and he would ask you out. There was a possibility that you would turn him down. Again. But he’d take his chances and get what he wanted. He always did.

“Your grades aren’t doing so well Miss L/N” He said passing the paper over to you. “It’s a C. You barely passed. If you don’t get a B or up in your next exam you won’t pass my class.” As much as he loved seeing you everyday he needed you to graduate so he could have his way with you.

“Oh” You let out as you looked at the test.

“That’s all you have to say? What’s wrong? Do you not understand my teaching?” To which you shook your head no “Maybe you should focus on your studies before going to clubs and getting drunk.” He spit leaning back in his chair. He knew he was being harsh, but he also knew that you needed some tough love.

“I – clubs?” You looked up at him and frowned “I don’t go to clubs! How would you know anyway?”

“Oh so you don’t remember.” He sneered not taking too kindly to being forgotten so easily. “January’s last Thursday. You were wearing a pink dress.”

You looked as if you were in deep thought before your eyes widened almost popping out of their sockets. “Oh my god! You’re that business man!” You gasped.

“Listen closely. Because I won’t say it again. I’m not a business man. I’m a district attorney and your professor.” He said sternly as he threw his head back loosening his tie so frustrated with you. He’d have to be patient. Something he very obviously wasn’t. It’s alright. You were worth waiting for.

“Sorry” You mumbled half heartedly. You knew you remembered him from somewhere. You thought you had dreamt of meeting a handsome and charming business man. Apparently you were wrong. “Why am I here professor Barber?” You asked.

“I told you. You need to get your grades up.”

“Yeah but I’m sure many other students must’ve gotten a C or lower as well. Why are you so concerned with me? What’s so special about me?” You spit with an accusatory tone.

“I care about all my students.” It wasn’t a lie. He did. He just cared about you a little bit more.

“Uh – huh. Then why did you lock the door?”

“I didn’t want anyone to disturb us.” He cleared his throat as he sat up straight in his seat.

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“Why? What are you gonna do about it?” You asked before exaggeratedly rolling them again.

He scoffed “You’re such a brat.” He shook his head. “I’ll have you straightened up in less than a week when you’re mine.”

You hummed at that. “In your dreams old man.”

“You’ll see sweetheart. I just have to wait till June.”

“Well how about you can have a little taste now? I can give you something if you can change my grade.” You offered biting your lips again.

He groaned at the tempting offer and sight “There’s nothing you can give me that will change my mind.”

“Isn’t there?” You got up and walked around the desk to him, exaggeratedly swaying your hips.

He moved in his chair to look at you kneeling between his legs. Rubbing your hands on his thighs.

“I’m sure I can change your mind.” You said confidently as you undid his buckle and pulled down his zipper.

“I doubt it.” A thought of maybe stopping you as you took his hard cock out of his briefs came to him. But then you looked at his length with such awe, as if you were admiring it.

“You like it?” He smirked.

You could only nod your head and try your best to not drool. “It’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen.” You admitted. It was also the biggest, his rosy mushroom head slippery with precum, couple of blue veins adorning his thick shaft. You could wait to suck the life out of him.

“How many dicks have you seen?” He frowned. He didn’t really liking you thinking about anyone else’s dick, not when his was right in front of you. “Never mind. Finish what you started.” His impatience took over him as he pushed your head down, forcing you to open your mouth and swallow him whole. He moaned at the feeling of your warm wet mouth wrapped around him. “Relax your throat.” He ordered as he pushed deeper into you.

Sighing deeply as his tip hit the back of your throat, groaning as you choked around him before swallowing. “That’s it good girl.” He praised caressing your jaw. Rubbing away the tears cascading down your cheeks.

He pulled some papers out of his bag as your raised your brows at him. “I need to get some work done sweetheart.” He shifted his hips to sit back on his chair. “How about you keep me warm till then?” He said as you whined “What? Do you have other plans?”

You shook your head as he muttered a “Good” And started going through his paperwork. “You can swallow honey. But that’s all you can do. Don’t you dare move.” He warned.

It was proving to be quiet a task. He couldn’t really focus on anything but your mouth and how he wanted to just fuck it and you stupid. But he was teaching you a lesson. He had to wait a while before he came down your throat. Besides this would give him an opportunity to really savor the feel of you.

You laid your head on his thigh as he flipped through his papers for the next half an hour. Suckling here and there to not mess up his pants. When you realised that he might be interested in you, even just a little. You hoped he would just take you, make your dreams come true. You had no idea what the fuck this shit about waiting was. But you were too afraid to say no to him.

He haphazardly put down his pen. Releasing a shaky breath he finally took hold of your head. Rolling his hips a little, he pulled his length out and pushed it back in. Setting a slow and steady pace, knowing that he’d come all too soon.

You moaned as his hand went down to cup your breast fondling it so gently. He lost it as he felt the little vibrations “Do it again” He demanded as you moaned around his length. He held onto the back of your throat driving his hips up a couple of times before spilling in your throat. “Swallow it all.” He ordered as he pulled out of your mouth with a loud ‘pop’.

He groaned as he as your throat swallow a gulp “Clean me up. I have to go to work.” He pushed his tip against your lips as your tongue peaked out and licked what you couldn’t swallow and your spit off of him. You gave his tip a last kiss before tucking him back in his pants.

You stood up on wobbly feet, straightening the wrinkles in your dress. You went over to your chair cleaning your mouth up with a hanky Professor offered. “So you’ll change my grade now?” You pushed your test towards him.

He laughed “We never agreed to that sweetheart.”

“But I – but we – but I just!”

He shushed you putting his papers back in his bag “That would be unethical. You’ll be coming to my house for lessons. We have to make sure you graduate. Are you free tonight?” He looked up as you nodded “Good. Then we’ll decide if you’re worthy of a reward.” He pulled his laptop bag over his shoulder as he walked towards the door, unlatching it and holding it open for you. “I’ll see you tonight sweetheart.”

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ephemeralgalaxies · 4 years ago

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Loki Ep4 Spoilers below (once more bc I just can't help myself, can I?)

It's been a while since I've had a character as interesting as Mobius to analyze and I have no chill. Spoilers start below:

Also some spoilers for WandaVision but it's been months so hopefully y'all have seen it

TL;DR Mobius really trying to connect back with Loki in order to try and bring the TVA down (and also bc "oops, Loki was right, guess I gotta own up to that bitterness") and it works but it hurts so much. Also see: I can't stop watching this scene over and over trying to understand Mobius' subtle actions bc his reaction here is so different than in all other scenes where he's usually calm or trying to delve deep into Loki's mind for information. Now he's just desperate.

Ok so I know I made a post talking about Mobius' jealousy in that interrogation scene but I also want to touch on when he comes back again after seeing the footage from C-20's interrogation scene bc man is so desperate here and I'm crying

(I'm sorry, I can't get gifs to work for me today so we just using images. But I got these from this post)

Mobius was so hurt last time we saw him, Loki being thrown back into the time cell with Lady Sif, hitting our dear agent with "out of all the liars in this place... you are the biggest... for the [lies] you tell yourself." Mobius has been pushing down all these doubts, hiding all his questions and curiosities of the TVA for a while. He's teased Ravonna, but could never really get anywhere. Then after speaking with Loki about Sylvie, about "you're all variants", Hunter B-15's suspicions, the oddness of C-20's "death" (M:"she was just fine before." R:"well, then she suddenly wasn't fine."). Mobius is finally allowing himself to realize things, to question truly what is going on. (R: "Is that what you wanted to hear?" M: "Yeah, if that's the truth." R: "You've been around Lokis too long.")

In this scene, when he comes back to the time cell for Loki, he's frustrated, he's angry, he's desperate. Everything is a lie. He can't pretend anymore. Loki has bonded with Sylvie (actually caring for another human being without the trauma of Thor: The Dark World and Thor: Ragnarok) ((I'm begging you, pls let him see a variant of Thor in this series and get to bond again, I miss them)). C-20 is likely pruned and gone forever with no answers. B-15 is getting anxious and unfocused. Ravonna is snapping at him and manipulating him with those long speeches (please, Mobius has heard enough from Loki's videos to know when he's being manipulated by fake sentimental words). He's tired, no longer patient enough for all the little quips-- he just need answers. For once in his "life" at the TVA, he just wants the truth. Something to safely hold to.

He's just put Loki through this timeloop of Lady Sif, of someone from home someone that could've been close to him under different circumstances, someone his brother cared about, kicking him/slapping him/ berating him with "you deserve to be alone, and you always will be." Loki's whole "Sacred Timeline Life" marks him to "always be alone", to finally get close to people before being torn away (whether in his own volition or by someone/something else). But with Loki caring for Sylvie, maybe even loving her, this changes everything for this Loki. He could finally care enough to save someone, to go out of his way in order to help others at his own cost. And Mobius knows this.

He asks again, desperate, pleading, hoping. Loki has to believe in himself, has to love himself enough to think to believe that he deserves a family, love, security from his greatest fear. He has to have changed because if not, then he'll either get pruned or wind up just like Mobius. Either way, gone from existence-- life erased, precious memories of "what if", "what once was", obliterated. He has to believe, or it'll happen again and again and again. To everyone, to the whole universe, unless something someone could do the impossible and shatter all reality.

With Wanda (specifically in WandaVision, final episode end credits), with her searching for her children and Vision, attempting the impossible and blending her realities in order to give them life because she needs them, she loves them. (M: "If you really care about [Sylvie]..."). This threat to the Sacred Timeline, pushing closer and closer to the MCU Multiverse, because they have to, because they want to.

(sorry again for bland picture, I love his expression in this gif but it wont load)

Mobius knows Loki is hurting-- from Lady Sif, from his past, from failing to protect Sylvie on his own, from Mobius not believing him and calling him "just a bad friend". He knows Loki could learn to believe, but he doesn't yet. Only Frigga ever told him she believed in him, he needs to hear it again. He needs to know he deserves love because he is loved. Mobius does, "believe, stupidly" (ep2) that Loki has this potential.

When I first saw this scene in the trailers, I was nervous it would be in the context of Mobius trying to get Loki on the TVA's side, "someone good". But here, this is so much better-- he knows the TVA is lying, is manipulating, is destroying lives. (L: "No one bad is every truly bad, and no one good is ever truly good" ep2 again lol). Loki knows he's not "truly good", that he's hurt people-- whether he planned to or not. But he can still be good. He can still choose to love, to care, to believe.

He can be what he's always wanted, what Frigga promised him, what he's always feared. He can be known, be loved, be safe-- Loki doesn't just fear being alone, he fears people choosing to leave him. That's why the memory of Lady Sif instead of Thor reaching for him on the Rainbow Bridge or Thanos threatening the Asgardian refugees or even Odin trying to explain why he "saved" Loki when he fought Loki's homeland. This memory was casual, simple, unnecessary. But it's always the smallest moments that truly impact us the most-- the slight changes.

When Mobius says this to Loki, he freezes-- he's confused, hesitant, scared. No one tells him this, why is someone telling him this, how can I believe this?

And then:

.And the little shrug Mobius gives here

It's so casual, so simple, so nonchalant. He just wants to reassure Loki that he still cares. He just spent a whole interrogation hounding on Loki for finding love with Sylvie, for changing with her (jealous boi be jealous), for lying to him and betraying him (M: "You don't do partners... unless ofc it benefits you and you intend to betray them at some point"). But now, now he's stopped lying to himself. He knows he cares, that Loki has a chance, that they have to burn this place down. Mobius wants stop this from ever happening again, from someone ever having to go through what Loki's gone through, being told they can never be loved because that's just how the Timeline goes. That a kid would be taken away from their family (probably because Sylvie presents feminine?? Idk, feel like MCU Odin wouldn't be so good with that). He has to reassure Loki, he wants to, because no one should ever feel that way again.

(and frick I really hate this, please look at the gifs from the linked post above, u gotta see his precious smile grow)

LOOK AT THIS SMILE, LOOK AT HIM HE'S HAPPY. And it was such a small, subtle apology from Mobius but it made all the difference bc he told Loki that he believes in him. And then they walk back out of the time cell, side-by-side, looking at each other. Content, safe, prepared to face the world together. He's no longer alone.

... And then ofc this happens...

*cue my heart shattering* (bless Hiddleston's acting).

The fact that you can even hear the hitch in Mobius' breath as he realizes this is the end of the line for him, that Ravonna knows and there's no going back--he's not making it out of this.

"One last desperate trick from the desperate trickster."

He talks about the jetski, about what his life might have been, he knows this hits Loki, being ripped from your timeline, losing all that potential. More importantly, it gives Loki a reason to fight. A silent, "Don't let this happen again. Don't let them get away with this. Please, remember me, don't let me disappear." But it doesn't work, because the one thing Mobius didn't account for, is that Loki cares about him. That now, the fight drains out of him. They pruned Mobius, ofc they'll get to Loki and Sylvie. They didn't even hesitate. Loki just lost, once again, the only other person who ever told him they believed in him. "You can be whoever, whatever..." "She told me I could do anything..."

Loki is less of a narcissist and more of a person desperate to fill that hole inside-- he's been neglected, cast aside, told he should want this and then never getting it. A "Glorious Purpose" to always hide in the shadows, to cause suffering, to give others a reason to unite against him. But for once, just once he hoped that he didn't have to do it alone-- that he could unite. And then they crushed those beautiful few seconds of hope like it was just another tedious, burdening purpose of the TVA.

(credits of images/gifs to the original posts linked, none were mine as I can't figure this out at all lol)

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the-starless-sky · 5 years ago

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The Cat’s Whiskers x Akan Yatsura / “JUSTICE” voice drama sample 1

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Iori: Sigh...

(Iori types on the computer.)

Iori: Well, with this much sales, we're gonna do well this month. If only 'that' matter will go well too. They’re the opponents, after all. They wont show their true colors easily. What should I do, I wonder? Asking a maneki-neko's [1] useless, huh.

(Zen knocks the door.)

Zen: Young Master, excuse me.

Iori: Oh, Zen. Good job out there.

Zen: What's wrong, Young Master? Holding a maneki-neko like that.

Iori: I was asking consulting with Boss Cat about life, haha.

Zen: Haha. What's up with that? Here's today's sales reports.

Iori: Ah, thank you.

Zen: Please look inside! It's amazing!

Iori: Yeah, understood.

Zen: Anne-kun's got the shining first rank in both sales and number of calls [2] again.

Iori: Aah, that's great.

Zen: And! It's CANDY's new record!

Iori: Is that so.

Zen: Young Master! This is an amazing thing! Aren't you surprised?

Iori: Yeah. Anne-chan's seriously a hard-worker, huh. Impressive, impressive.

Zen: Young Master...? Are you feeling unwell?

Iori: No, no. It's nothin’ like that, but... I was just absorbed in my thoughts.

Zen: If you're fine with me, then please talk to me anytime. I might be able to be of help, if only a little.

Iori: Ah... you're right. Well then, shall I talk? Oh. Before that, would you lock the door? 'Cause this ain't something the youngsters should hear.

Zen: O-oh, understood.

(Zen locks the door.)

Zen: Then, Young Master... what did you mean by 'thoughts'?

Iori: Zen, what d’ya think about Paradox Live?

Zen: Yes! It's a fair-and-square earnest battle! I will definitely prove that us Akan Yatsura's number one!

Iori: Haha. That's merry in itself, but... that's not what I meant. I was talking about how something about it smells fishy.

Zen: I'm sorry... I don't quite understand.

Iori: Actually, behind this championship... Alter Trigger Company might be involved.

Zen: Alter Trigger Company, you say...!?

Iori: Yeah. Just as ya know, they might be the mastermind behind the attack on our group. I think they're the ones who conspired behind the scenesーー

Zen: If that's true, then... let's carry out a raid, right now! We have to avenge the deaths of Boss and our comrades...!

Iori: Calm down, Zen. I understand your feelings. But, it's not the time for that yet.

Zen: But...!

Iori: I told ya to calm down, didn't I? I haven't grasped a conclusive evidence yet, so it's still nothin’ more than a conjecture. If we're going to kill them... let's do it for certain.

Zen: Yes.

Iori: We'll pretend we don't know anything, win, and get closer to the organizers. That's the safest plan we have now. If we raided now withoutーー

(From outside the room.)

Masaki: It's... locked.

(Reo tries to open the door.)

Reo: Ah, you're right. Hey, Big Bro! What's wrong~?

Iori: Zen! You don't have to tell them anything we talked about just now, alright.

(In the background.)

Satsuki: Oi, Big Bro! Big Bro!

Zen: Understood.

Iori: ‘Sup, what's up~!? You guys’re bein’ noisy~! I'll open it now, stop makin’ a fuss!

(Zen opens the door.)

Reo: Hehe. Huh? Zen-nii, you're here too?

Satsuki: Big Bro! We finished cleaning up the club!

Reo: Aah! Even though I'd planned to report...!

Hokusai: We made the club... sparkly clean.

Iori: Oh! Good job, ya three. You guys're a huge help. Well then, shall we close up an' go home?

Reo: Okay~!

Satsuki: Why did you lock the door, though, Big Bro?

Reo: Aah, this is why children are hard to handle. Of course they were talking about important club stuff!

Satsuki: What's that, shitty brat!? Who'd you call a child!?

Reo: There's nobody else but Satsuki-chan, isn't it!?

Satsuki: I told you not to call me with -chan, didn't I!?

Reo: Ahaha, he's angry, he's angry!

Satsuki: Oi!!! Stop there!!!

Reo: Satsuki-chaaan, I'm here~

Zen: Oi! Don't fight in front of Young Master!

Satsuki: You bastard...! I hafta strangle this guy once or he'dーーUwah!

Iori: Oof...!

Hokusai: Satsuki... are you okay?

Reo: I'm sorry, Big Bro... Did the maneki-neko crack somewhere...? Is it okay...?

Hokusai: Satsuki, too... are you okay?

Satsuki: Ah, yeah, I'm all fine. Um, I'm really sorry!!

Iori: It's 'kay, it's 'kay. Doesn't seem like it's cracked anywhere.

Zen: Satsuki-kun and Reo-kun! Why do you guys always, always...! Won't you guys learn, for once!?

Satsuki: ...'Kay.

Zen: What, Satsuki-kun? You have anything you wanna say?

Satsuki: ...Nothing, Sir.

Zen: Reo-kun! I'm also talking to you!

Reo: Okaaay~

Iori: Cats, huh... if it's him, he might know something.

Zen: In any case! Reflect properly! Understand!?

Reo & Satsuki: Understood...

Iori: Now, now. Nobody got hurt, so just leave it at that.

Zen: No, that's not good! Come, you two, apologize properly to Young Master once again!

Reo & Satsuki: Big Bro... Sorry...

Iori: Come on...~ I hate it when the atmosphere's damp at the end of the day. Oh, yeah! To change the mood, shall we go out together?

Satsuki: Seriously!? I wanna go!

Reo: Me too!

Hokusai: If everyone goes, I want to go too...

Iori: Zen, of course ya'll join too, right?

Zen: It can't be helped, understood. I will go, too.

Reo: Yaay~ Night out~!

(Satsuki opens the door.)

Satsuki: Hey! We're coming in!

Shiki: Welcoー ah...!

Ryuu: Beep, beep! Shoo~! It's an enemy attack, a mob!

Yohei: Tch. You guys, huh? Sorry, but we're closed already. Go somewhere else.

Iori: You're so cold! Couldn't ya let us have a glass? Huh, danna? [3]

Shiki: W-why... is Akan Yatsura's members...?

Saimon: Shiki, step back.

Yohei: You... heh, it's been a while, hasn't it?

Iori: Hahaha! Danna, have ya been healthy? Ya even became a full-fledged bar master! Haha! We came here to greet y'all before the battle!

(Iori slaps Yohei's back.)

Yohei: O-oi! Stop that!

Hokusai: Ah... Ryuu...!

Ryuu: Hmm? Huh...? I feel like I've seen you guys somewhere... uhm... Oh, yeah! Monkey, pheasant, and dog! [4]

Satsuki: This ain’t Momotarou! And I'm not a monkey! Don't look down on me!

Hokusai: Ryuu... you haven't changed.

Yohei: Ryuu. Leave the cleaning and just bring in the signboard.

Ryuu: Okay~!!! Hey, hey, get outta the way!!! Ryuu-kun's coming through! Vroom, vro-ro-room, vroom, vroom!

Zen: Oops!

Ryuu: Get out, outta the way!!

Zen: Haha, he's really energetic.

Reo: So? Can we go in or what?

Saimon: Haha. Yes, of course. You've came all the way to greet us - there's no way we'll send you back.

Ryuu: Welcome to Bar 4/7.

Shiki: Please sit in the counter seat.

Zen: Well then, I'll have a lemon sour, please.

Yohei: Gotcha. Iori's gimlet, right?

(Yohei makes the drinks and put the glasses on the table.)

Iori: Yeah, thanks.

(Iori drinks.)

Iori: Ah-ha~ As I thought, alcohol hafta be this! Oh, yeah! Please serve something for our kids, too.

Reo: Then, I want a pudding a la mode!

Yohei: We have no such things.

Reo: Eeh, you don't!? Then, tapioca milk tea!

Yohei: Sigh...

Satsuki: I'll have... uh, that... I'll have bourbon.

Shiki: H-huh!? B-but...

Satsuki: Huuh!? What!?

Shiki: A-ah... um...

Zen: Hmph!

(Zen hits Satsuki.)

Satsuki: That hurts!! What's that for!?

Zen: Don't get carried away! You can drink alcohol after you're 20. Juice's enough for Satsuki-kun!

Satsuki: Tch. Fine!

Ryuu: You want some kibi-dango? [5]

Satsuki: I told you we're not Momotarou!

Ryuu: Even though you'd get a bonus of becoming Ryuu-kun's servant...

Satsuki: All the more reason for not needing it!

Ryuu: Then, Kuu-chan, what about you? [6]

Hokusai: Mm... I'm fine with anything.

Ryuu: You're fine with anything? Then, I'll give you Charismatic Bartender Ryuu-kun's Special Drink!

You are! The member of this drink! Become 100 times more cheerful! There's no choice but to drink this late in the game! Soda and coffee, tabasco, and oof, it's spicy! And to top it off, matcha, Kuu-chan's green!

Ryuu-kun's special drink for Kuu-chan... along with the smell of gutter.

(Ryuu-kun puts the glass on the counter.)

Hokusai: Thanks for the drink.

(Hokusai drinks.)

Hokusai: It's terrible. But good job for making it with all your might, Ryuu. There, there.

(Hokusai pats Ryuu.)

Ryuu: Riiight!? That's 'cause Ryuu-kun's a genius! I'm scared of my own talent~!

Yohei: Jeez... how'd he manage to make something like that?

Saimon: Haha. You're right.

(Satsuki's stomach grumbles.)

Satsuki: Aah... I'm kinda hungry. Hey, uncle! Don't you have anything to eat?

Yohei: Haa? Look, what do you think this place is?

Iori: Oh, then, Satsuki, I'll give you pocket money. Go and eat ramen or something with everyone else!

Satsuki: Huh!? Seriously!?

Iori: Yeah. 'Raimen' should still be open by now.

Ryuu: How nice~ Ryuu-kun wants to eat, too! With lots and lots and lots of garlic on top of the noodle~!

Iori: Ah, I see. Then go with them, with that kid, too.

Ryuu: Yaay! Yay, yay, yay! We gonna eat ramen! He said you can come too, Shiki! Nice, isn't it!?

Shiki: Ah... but, I'd feel bad...

Reo: You're coming, right, Ando-kun?

Hokusai: Let's go together...

Satsuki: Hm? 'Sup with you guys? How'd you know his name?

Reo: Haa? He's from the same school as us!

Satsuki: Seriously!?

Hokusai: Yeah... we're part time students, but Ando-kun's full-time. [7]

Shiki: Y-yes... we're from the same school... more or less.

Reo: We pass by him a lot on the way to school, don't tell me you didn't notice at all, Satsuki?

Satsuki: Huh... Ando, you bastard, what are you being reserved for? Are ya makin' fun of us, thinking 'I don't wanna eat with part time students'!? Ha!?

Shiki: A-ah, uh, I didn't mean...

Iori: Satsuki!

Satsuki: W-what!?

Iori: Stop pickin' strange fights, be good pals and go!

Satsuki: Eeh? Okay.

Saimon: Sorry for having you take care of our children as well.

Iori: 'skay, 'skay. Something like this's fine, once in a while.

Reo: Haha! Well then, we're going! Thank you, Big Bro!

Saimon: Everyone, be careful on the way.

(Reo opens the door and walks out with everyone.)

Ryuu: Happy and Macho, thank you, obbligato!

(Ryuu walks out.)

Iori: Happy... does he mean me?

Zen: Macho... hm... not bad.

Iori: Zen...

Yohei: Sigh... it's finally quiet.

Iori: Nah, I'm really s'prised! I knew you're working after leaving our group, but, haha, ya've mellowed down more than I thought!

Yohei: Hah. Even I'm not gonna be a child forever.

Saimon: Haha. Then, it'd be nice if you get even more mellower.

Yohei: Shut up. Don't say useless things.

Zen: Um, Kanbayashi-san, excuse me. May I get another cup?

Yohei: Yeah, of course. You want something different?

Zen: Well, since I'm here already, something low-sugar, please.

Yohei: Then, it's around tequila... gin, or brandy, huh?

Zen: Hm? This maneki-neko on the counter... it looks very similar to Young Master's.

Iori: Ah, that, huh? Not just similar, they're the exact same thing.

Zen: Eh, is that so...? Why is there the same thing here?

(Yohei lit his cigarette and smokes.)

Yohei: This maneki-neko... was given to me by the boss.

Saimon: 'Boss'? Who is that?

Yohei: Boss is... the head of Suiseki-group who I was indebted to.

Iori: There was a time when we worked as a pair, danna and I.

Yohei: Yeah, yeah. Back when we manage the cabaret club and became bodyguards.

Iori: What's up, danna? Piano's not your style, right? What's up suddenly? [8]

Yohei: Haha. I just thought I'd dabble in it a bit. 'Cause it seems I have the sense for it.

Iori: Who told you that kinda thing?

(From far away.)

Mob-AT: I'll order one more tower. [9]

Cabaret girls: Really? Yay~! Tower~!

Mob-AT: Let's go!

Cabaret girls: You're the best~!

Iori: Oh, my, my. Seems like that guy's being flashy today, too. Look, he keeps ordering the good bottles. If we said Boss-style, he's 'merry', isn't he. [10]

Yohei: Hm? Oh, it's the guys from Alter Trigger Company.

Iori: Seriously, they keep coming without getting bored at all. Well, that's a good thing for us, though.

(Sounds of glass breaking.)

Cabaret girls: Kya!? What's going on?

Iori: Huh?

Mobs: Oi, you there, stop fuckin' around! The fuck's with this club? What kinda shitty service is this, huh!?

Yohei: What's up with those guys...?

Mobs: Under whose permission is this shitty club operating!? Oi!?

Yohei: Is he some other group's guys?

Cabaret girls: Ah...!

Cabaret girls: Hey, what's wrong with everyone? Calm down...!

Iori: That doesn't matter right now. The Alter Trigger guys are currently drinking comfortably. Before the rating of the club drops, we’d better do something.

(Sounds of glass breaking and alarms going off.)

Cabaret girls: What...?

Iori: Customers, just now, a small fire started in the kitchen. Our staffs will lead the way, so please evacuate immediately! Cast members, please don't go out and show the way to the customers.

Yohei: This way! Please calm down.

Mobs: Oi, bastard, what's this-

Iori: You guys, stay here, alright?

Mobs: Stop fuckin'... around...

Iori: Alright?

Mobs: Ugh...

Yohei: Oi, Iori. I got them all out.

Iori: Yeah, thanks for that, danna. With this, there's only us around.

Yohei: What the hell are you guys planning? Messing around?

Iori & Yohei: Let's hear all about it.

Notes

[1] Maneki-neko or ‘beckoning cat’, said to invite customers and luck.

[2] Calls - since it’s cabaret club, essentially you can choose which hostess you want to accompany you drinking. So that means Anne gets called for by the customers the most times.

[3] Danna. There are a lot of ways to translate this, one of them being ‘master’ or ‘boss’ - the nuance is almost like ‘bro’, but more respectful. Since both ‘(gang) boss’ and ‘(bar) master’ has been used, to avoid confusion I opted for danna in italics.

[4] Monkey, pheasant, and dog are Momotarou’s companion in the folklore Momotarou. Google it up!

[5] Kibi-dango is the food Momotarou gave to the three animals that accompany him.

[6] Kuu-chan. I’m pretty sure this nickname comes from how Ryuu calls Masaki a ‘pheasant’, since birds cry ‘coo, coo’.

[7] Part-time schedule or teiji-sei is a school schedule that started in the evening for people who wants to get a high school diploma but has to work in the day for a living. Full-time, vice versa, is the usual schedule (school starts in the morning and ends in the evening).

[8] I don’t know if it shows in this translation, but in the flashback Iori speaks in a normal, unaccented way. So yes, he’s one million times cooler (in my opinion!).

[9] Tower, as in champagne tower. It’s likely the most expensive thing you can order in a club.

[10] Merry, or gokigen, is also Iori’s catchphrase in the current timeline of the series.

[*] Mob names. ‘Mob-AT’ is the guy from Alter Trigger. I don’t know where the other mobs are from unless specified.

I have no words except Iori... Iori, oh my god.

I’m sorry for being mean to you before. I love you. Not as much as I do Allen, but I love you.

#paradox live #translation #drama cd translation #the cat's whiskers #akan yatsura

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idy-ll-ique · 5 years ago

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Holi Hai!

Pairing: Loki x Desi!F!Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Pure Fluff

Requested: By @marvel-madness

Hi there! Could you do a Loki x Desi American!reader where she takes everyone to a holi festival? And it’s super adorable and kinda crack!fic at the same time?

Summary: Y/N, an American born Desi, takes her friends, the Avengers, to India to show them what a real party looks like.

Author's Note: Hi!!! A huge thanks to @marvel-madness for requesting this fic and sending the prompt! It was amazing to write! For the Indian friends, I used the names of my own friends (and I oop). I hope y'all desis reading this enjoy it! Sorry if it's crappy I tried my best—

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Loki stared at his girlfriend of 8 months in confusion. He was confused as to why she was staring at the calendar so longingly. "Um, love, is anything—" She groaned loudly, startling him. "I wanna go! I wanna go home so bad! Haaye mein mar jawa…" That phrase was spoken in Punjabi, even though Loki knew his girlfriend was of Marathi origins.

He didn't understand it, but her sadness was clear. "What happened? Where do you want to go?" he asked soothingly, wrapping his arms around her. "Back to India! The festival of Holi is in a week and my family is inviting me. I want to go, but…" she sighed, turning around in his arms. Y/N was a second generation desi American, her parents having moved to New York.

Y/N was born here, but she had a lot of family back in India. She loved Bollywood, the Indian festivals, the culture, the food, everything. Every year, she went to India during the festival of Holi, it being her favorite one. This year, though, things seemed difficult. Now she was a part of the Avengers and had a lot of work. If only she could get a 2 week break.

"But what? You have to go! It's your favorite festival, you've told me that a hundred times," Loki scoffed as she buried her face in his chest. "I know! But the Avengers, my work…" she whined. "Don't worry about that, we'll be fine," Loki laughed. Suddenly, she had a brilliant idea. They should go to India with her! "Why don't you come with me?"

"Me? Uh… okay, I don't have plans, visiting India sounds nice…" Loki stammered, taken aback. "Not only you, all of you! Thor, Tony, Steve, Nat, Bruce, Clint, Wanda, Vision, Sam, Bucky… I'll take you to a brilliant Holi festival! You'll have a lot of fun," Y/N said excitedly, jumping up and down. Loki smiled softly at her excitement.

"Why don't we call a meeting and ask them?"

Fifteen minutes later, all the aforementioned people were assembled in the sitting room, smiling at the couple. "So, did Loki propose? Are you getting married? Is Y/N pregnant?" Loki and Y/N rolled their eyes at Tony's questions while the others laughed. "This one is pretty mild. I have a question to ask you all." Steve beckoned for Y/N to go on, everyone listening attentively.

"As you all know, the festival of Holi is a week away, and I've been to India for the festival every single year of my life. This year, too, there isn't a problem with me going there but I wanna ask… any of you interested in tagging along?" For a few seconds, all was silent. Y/N grew nervous, should she not have asked? She got startled badly when everyone cheered loudly.

"We're going to India! We're going to India! Finally!"

A wide smile bloomed on Y/N's face; she glanced at Loki to see him already looking at her with a smile of his own. "Okay, my dudes, start packing! We leave tomorrow! Can we borrow your private jets, Tones?" He agreed instantly, hugging Y/N. "We better get to packing," Steve laughed, running out of the room with Nat, Wanda, Sam and Bucky.

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"Ugh… so… hot…"

"It was your idea to come to India, Y/N."

"Yeah, we feel fine."

Y/N glared at her teammates, which caused them to look at her smugly. Their jet had just landed at the Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport, in Mumbai. One of Y/N's relatives lived in a huge apartment complex in Mumbai, and she had invited their other relatives, too. Every year, that complex saw the best Holi party ever, complete with water, colours, bhaang, songs and dance.

Y/N had been there a couple times. The Avengers and herself had decided to stay at a nearby hotel. Being 12 people, they had booked 6 double rooms in one of the hotels at the airport, called Grand Hyatt. The entire trip was sponsored by Tony Stark. Since Tony and Bruce spoke Hindi a little bit and Y/N… well, she was Indian, they decided to get 3 cabs.

In one cab sat Loki, Y/N, Thor and Vision, in the second sat Tony, Steve, Wanda and Nat while in the third cab sat Bruce, Clint, Sam and Bucky. Their cab arrived at the hotel, they checked in and went to their rooms.

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"Loki, Lokes, wakey-wakey!"

Loki blinked his eyes open at the persistent awakening, turning over on the hotel bed. Y/N grabbed his shoulder, shaking him. "What? It's… 7 in the morning!" he whined shamelessly, pushing her hands away. "It'll take us 15 minutes to reach the apartment complex but the celebrations start early there," Y/N insisted. He sighed, right, today was the day of Holi.

"Fine, I'm getting up," he muttered as he sat up. Y/N stood in front of him, wearing a white kurti and white pants underneath. She looked so beautiful, he couldn't resist pulling her on his lap. "Loki," Y/N chuckled bashfully as he kissed her cheek. She turned her head to face him and placed a proper kiss to his lips. "That dress is beautiful, like you," he whispered to her.

She giggled, giving him a hug. "Okay, go get ready, I need to wake the others up," she smiled, pushing away from him. He nodded and stood up, stretching. He picked up his suitcase which was kept in the corner of the room while Y/N left to wake the others up. He picked out a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

Y/N had explained to the others how wearing white during the festival was the best option. Everyone had brought along a white tee to wear. He first cleaned up and wore his clothes, finally sitting down to apply some oil to the exposed parts of his body. Y/N said it helped the colours come out faster. After preparing, he grabbed the room keys and left, locking the door.

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"Y/N! How are you? I thought you wouldn't visit this year," Krsna, one of Y/N's friends, grinned as she moved to hug her. The Avengers quietly stood behind, taking in all the beautiful sights. The buildings were decorated, there was a drinks table nearby, the colours were neatly kept on another table and nearly 30 other people there. Many children, a few adults and even fewer oldies.

Since Y/N visited the apartment complex nearly every single year, you could say she practically grew up with the kids there, meaning Krsna and a few others. They had formed a strong bond.

Most of the kids were staring at these foreigners in shock and awe. "Hell no! I wouldn't miss my favorite festival for anything. Meet my friends." Krsna gathered a few of her friends too, namely Shruti, Drishti, Harsh and Ritvik. "This is Loki," Y/N introduced first. Loki moved forward to wrap his arms around his girl from behind, smiling at her Indian friends.

"Oooh," Harsh smirked, which earned him a slap on the arm from Krsna. "Kadhi pasun?" Drishti asked cheekily, crossing her arms. "Since 8 months," Y/N replied, shaking her head. She quickly introduced the others too. They were a bit surprised, because holy hell, the Avengers but they got over their shock immediately. "This place looks nice," Wanda commented.

"Thank you! We usually start preparing a week before Holi," Ritvik grinned. Harsh, Drishti and Ritvik decided to give the Avengers a tour of the apartment complex and they readily agreed to go along with them. Loki, Y/N, Tony, Natasha, Krsna and Shruti decided to stay back. "Tujhya mom dad la mahiti aahe?" Shruti questioned, motioning towards Loki.

"Ho! Tyana kahi farak nahi padla," Y/N laughed, sending a smile in Loki's direction. "New York ka kya? Isne hi kiya tha na? News mein dekha meine…" Krsna asked worriedly. "Don't worry about that! Abhi thik ho gaya hai ye…" Y/N winked. Loki was trying his hardest to decipher what they were saying, but all in vain. As Tony stood to the side, listening to the three ladies talking in their native tongue, he noticed a few people walking up to him.

They were small kids, around 8-9 years old. "Happy Holi!" one boy grinned, raising his colour filled hands up to wipe them on Tony's cheeks. Tony grinned broadly, taking some colour to return the favor. "Happy Holi, kid!" he said happily. Natasha joined him, applying some red colour to the kids' cheeks. The kids led them somewhere and the two of them went readily.

Y/N looked around the place, trying to find her friends. She smiled proudly when she saw everyone enjoying themselves. A few of them were talking to the adults, most of them were playing with the kids and Wanda was following Drishti, who was teaching her a dance step to the songs that were playing. The scene warmed her heart. As she enjoyed the scene, a water balloon collided hard with her back.

She turned, shocked, only for Loki to cover her face in pink colour. He ruffled her hair, screaming 'Happy Holi'. "Grr, get back, a-hole!" she screamed, quickly wiping her face before she took off running after him. Krsna handed her a water balloon and with expert precision, Y/N threw it at Loki. It hit his back. He turned around and smirked at her.

She grabbed a handful of colour and went to each of her friends, applying colour to their faces and wishing them a happy holi. She chatted with some of the aunties of the society, and also wished her relatives. Soon, the volume of the songs increased and party, holi songs started playing. The first song was Balam Pichkari. Y/N cheered loudly, dancing along with some of the others.

"Balam pichkari, jo tune mujhe maari, toh seedhi saadhi chori sharabi ho gayi!" Y/N sang along, enjoying very much. Loki stood to the side and took out his phone, discreetly taking a few photos as she enjoyed. By the end of 2 hours, all the Avengers were soaked in water, every single colour visible on their clothes, their faces and their hair. They were a bit drunk, having had nearly 4 glasses of bhaang each. Still, they had huge grins on their faces.

"Stay for lunch! We also organize lunch! After lunch and ice cream, we also have a game of housie but I'd understand if you—" Y/N scoffed, cutting off Ritvik's trail of words. "We're staying for as long as we can! We'll be back in about an hour, after cleaning up." She checked the time, it was 12 noon. "Sure, sure. We'll be waiting. Bye!" Harsh, Krsna, Shruti, Drishti and Ritvik waved as the Avengers walked out of the complex.

"Did you enjoy?" Y/N asked the Avengers immediately. "Of course we did! This was the most fun I've had in years. I wanna celebrate Holi every year now," Wanda squealed. Everyone agreed with her. "See? Indian festivals, always the best," Y/N winked. They booked cabs, went to their hotels and cleaned up, taking a bath and wearing fresh clothes.

They went back to the apartment complex just in time for lunch. Everyone there had also cleaned up. As Y/N watched her friends mingle with her Indian friends, she made up her mind— to bring the Avengers to every single Holi party from that year onwards.

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A/N: Yeeeee!!!! I'm sad because I couldn't play Holi this year [one of my relatives passed away, RIP :')] but writing this released dopamine in my brain.

For those of you who don't know-

Balam Pichkari is very famous Bollywood song related to Holi

Bhaang is kind of an alcoholic drink prepared from milk (?)

I've mostly used Hindi and Marathi since those two are the Indian languages I speak (I can also speak Gujarati and understand Telugu, which is my father tongue) but yeah :/

I hope you like this!!

#loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x female reader #loki laufeyson #loki fluff #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston x female reader #tom hiddleston characters #disney #marvel #mcu #avengers #fanfic #writing #writeblr

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antwine69 · 5 years ago

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could you please do a male reader who just doesn't understand anything nsfw beej says bc reader is an oblivious dumbass? I love your writing!

Oh hell yeah!! I love this idea so much aksbkdbakd-

Male reader!

⚠️Warnings: Nsft language, slightly awkward situations and Beej being kinda worried :((⚠️

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Beetlejuice had been trying to get you to get the picture you for months now, to no avail. He just got a confused stare, a chuckle and an "I don't get it..." back whenever he made a dirty joke or tried to be suggestive. He was actually starting to get annoyed. The demon was sat at the table in the kitchen, brooding silently over his predicament when you walked in. You were dressed in PJ pants and no shirt, your hair a ruffled mess. ``Mornin' Beej`` you greeted, a yawn running through your voice.

Beetlejuice was just sitting there, stunned, as he usually was when you showed even the least bit of skin. He gave an absent-minded wave, his eyes raking over your torso. You just hummed a disjointed melody to yourself, starting to make some coffee. ``I was starting to wonder where you went, since you weren't in bed this morning`` you said, looking through your coffee cups until you found your favourite one. You always hid your favourite cup in the back so nobody but you could use it, and so that Beej wouldn't break it. It wasn't Beej's fault he could be a bit restrictive.

The demon perked up at your remark, standing and striding over to you, wrapping his arms around you, letting his hands roam over your chest. ``So you want me in bed, huh? That can be arranged`` he purred, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Some of his hair was already starting to bloom into q light pink, as he felt your soft, warm skin underneath his fingers. You just chuckled, pouring the coffee into your mug. ``Good, I like cuddling in the morning`` you replied, putting down your mug and turning around in his arms, pressing a kiss to his nose. ``You wanna come watch Spirited Away with me? It's on Netflix now!`` you excitedly said, giving a grin. He just nodded, a light frown on his face. He wasn't sure if you got it or not, bit judging by your reaction, you probably didn't.

Just like always.

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There were several more attempts made that morning and following evening, and they all went straight over your head. Beetlejuice actually made more jokes and dirty comments than he had ever done in a day, and yet, nothing. Through all of this, worry started to bloom. What if you didn't want this? What if you were just acting because all the comments made you uncomfortable? You would've said something by now, right?

``Uh, Babes? Can I ask you something?`` The demon Piped up as the third Studio Ghibli movie of the day ended. You looked at him, giving a smile, despite the light worry that started swirling in your stomach. You sat on the couch Lotus style, facing him, him doing the same. He was avoiding your gaze. That couldn't be good.

``So... You know I like to joke around about dirty stuff and all of that?`` you nodded, letting him take his time. Sometimes words tended to get "Snaked up" in his mouth, as he had put it once, so you had to have patience with the poor man. ``And I just wanted to ask you.... Do you want me to stop with em? Cos they're directed and you and I dunno if they make you uncomfortable or what, but you don't seem to... Get them? Tell me if I get out of hand or-`` You cut him off with a gasp. You had half-way stopped listening as he said "they're directed at you".

The cogs finally started turning in your head, and your face started heating up as you replayed every comment, gesture and phrase he had tried. Every single shitty pickup line, every single try he had made. And you didn't get a single one. ``Mother of Fuck, I'm so dense.`` you muttered, staring into empty space. White streaks of fear started to bloom in Beej's hair as he scanned your face, seeing that it nearly resembled a Christmas light. The fear mixed with confusion, him putting a careful hand on your knee. ``Babes are you-`` you interrupted him again.

``Beej I am so sorry! You've been trying so hard and I just didn't see it! I am actually so so sorry! I just thought- I don't even know! I didn't understand! I still don't understand most of them, but they're dirty! You're trying to- oh.`` You paused, realising he had probably been trying this whole time aswell. ``You're still trying. Even after you've seen I'm stupider than two earthworms in a bucket?`` Beej actually looked like he was about to cry, his hair nearly resembling snow with a myriad of yellow and blues and a few specs of pink.

``Wait, are you angry or?`` he asked, fear making his voice lightly shake. ``Cos I'll leave, I'll-`` You interrupted him for the third time this evening. ``Angry? What? No! If anything I'm impressed you kept trying! I should've told you I never get dirty jokes... I just think you're being friendly or I probably don't think about them as much as I should... Either way, I'm being a stupid head!`` you said, an astonished chuckle running through your voice. Beej's hair slowly crept back to it's original green, streaks of pink forming at the roots. He chuckled weakly, wrapping you in a hug. He didn't have to say anything, you knew he had been scared. He pulled back, giving a suggestive grin.

``So.... Hows about you and I go up to the room, and I'll see if you're this talkative while I fuck your brains out?``

He didn't have to explain that one.

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Sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted aaa- Keep sending in the Male!Reader ones though! I might be biased, but those are my favourites oop 😳👉👈

Thank you so much for all the positive feedback, I wouldn't be here if I did have you guys 💚🖤💚

I'll see y'all beautiful, shining Scarabee Beetles in the Neitherworld! Until next time! :))

#beetlejuice fluff #beetlejuice #x reader #beetlejuice x reader #male!reader #x male!reader #beetlejuice the broadway musical #beetlejuice the musical

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riddlegecko · 4 years ago

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My brain is void of any questions as of right now, so this is kinda basic (sorry!) but what is one interesting fact about each of your OCs?

Oooohoho, yeah. These guys have some History, so this'll be fun. Putting this one under a cut.

Francesca "Frankie" Falkenrath

The reasoning behind her name is because I created her as the unisex protagonist of a musical idea I had when I was 15/16. I was looking at a list of gender neutral names, saw and liked the name Frankie, looked through surnames starting with "f" bc I wanted the name to be alliterative, found the surname "Falkenrath" in a list of German last names, and picked it bc it essentially means "council of falcons" which is badass as hell. By the time I made her into a non-unisex character, I'd gotten so attached to the name that I ended up keeping it.

Damien Hall

(Fair warning, a lot of this trivia is gonna be name-based) I originally came up the name "Damien Hall" for the male lead of a musical I came up with after seeing Phantom of the Opera in Cleveland when I was 14. He was an angel that guarded over a massive cemetery and used this big church bell to calm restless spirits, and he ended up falling in love with a recently orphaned girl whose singing also calmed spirits. I ended up passing the name around a lot of stories before finally using it for my favorite veterinarian boy <3

Det. Shiloh Hawthorne

Y'know how I said I originally created Frankie for a musical idea I had? Shiloh also originated from that idea. Basically, the plot would've been about Frankie being murdered, acting as the narrator while her boyfriend (then named Elliot) tried to solve her murder, on top of having her own subplot about coming to terms with her death. Helping Frankie do that would've been Shiloh, then simply known as "The Reaper". He wasn't a detective back then, he was an agent of the Grim Reaper. Also, he had a crush on Frankie, but I nixed that bc ehhhhhh... I ended up working that "used to be a Reaper in a previous draft of the story" detail into his backstory, making him a Reaper-turned-detective.

Det. Chester "Chess" Murdoch

Probably the oldest character here in terms of when I created them! I've had this dude around since I was 10-11 years old! Back then, I wanted to be an animator, and I had an idea for a cartoon called "Chess and Alfie". It was about a human detective named Chess who solved cases alongside his talking tuxedo cat Alfie. Obviously, Alfie was eventually replaced with his twin sister Abby, though that happened way later. I don't remember what his last name was back then, so I just gave him the surname Murdoch bc it sounded cool.

Det. Abigail "Abby" Murdoch

Again, I created Abby looooong after Chess, ironic considering she's the older sibling in-story. I vaguely remember writing that Chess and Alfie-era Chess had an older sister, but that was such a long time ago that I could be misremembering.

Victoria Waterford

Not the most interesting fact, but those of y'all who were here when I first introduced these characters may remember that she was originally a baker instead of a hairdresser!

Robin Barrows

Was originally the protagonist of a different story idea I once had called "Trackside Town", about a girl trying to find her abducted parents in a mysterious, run-down city inhabited by monsters. Their last name was "O'Malley" back then, I ended up changing it to "Barrows" because I had the Clock Tower series of games on the brain at the time.

Xavier Lewis-Hall

He came about a bit later than some of the other characters. Like, pre-Mary Ann and Lucille, but still sometime after the original 8. I'd been requesting asks abt my then-recently-introduced-to-tumblr characters, and somebody (I believe it was @cutter-kirby ?) sent in an ask about which of my characters would tell/fall for the updog joke. I mentioned that Damien would tell it to "one of his kid cousins". Then I came up with the name "Xavier" for the oldest of said kid cousins for a post about how Frankie and Damien met, and I ended up liking him so much that I made him a fully-fledged character.

Jason Fitzpatrick

His name was originally "Freddie Fitzpatrick", and he was the husband of the main character of another musical idea I had (of which there were clearly a lot), simply entitled "Claire". Unlike the Jason we know now, Freddie was a sweetheart who loved his wife a whole lot. After reusing the "Fitzpatrick" name for this story, I changed his first name to "Jason" bc that was the name of one of my bullies in my last year of public school. Also bonus fact, I'm pretty sure that "Claire" musical is indirectly the reason I ended up dream-casting Lauren Lopez as Frankie, because I had also dream-casted the titular character of Claire as Lauren. Once I ditched the Claire idea, I ended up merging a lot of her character into Frankie, so uh,,, yeah,,,

Christina Baxter

...I honestly don't have much in the way of facts about her. Oops.

Skylar Fitzpatrick

His "seeing and talking to ghosts" thing was originally part of Robin's character. Skylar was created to flesh out Jason a bit more, and I gave him the seer traits instead bc I needed a way to justify his presence in the story. Though admittedly, his existence has had me struggling to figure out Robin's role in the story for ages now.

Hunter Luzzatto

Hunter's an odd case bc he technically has two different origins. His name came from the Trackside Town story that Robin was originally from, but the character concept (originally named Parker) came from an early draft of Frankie and Shiloh's origin (then called "Who Killed Frankie Falkenrath?"). I had an idea where the band of that show would also be characters in the show, and proto-Hunter was the guitarist of the band. He was a lot less antagonistic then, being more of an active ally to Frankie and proto-Shiloh.

Mary Ann Fleisher

So, you remember how I named Paul and Emma's landlord in DTfiles "Ernie Fleischer"? Believe it or not, Ernie was created a few months before Mary Ann. I just used a different spelling of his last name for Mary Ann bc hey why not?

Lucille Dagwood

Fun little trivia for you HoHF fans, her first name was originally "Harriet". I changed it bc I already had a ghost character with an H name, and I'd already long since established Hunter's character at that point. I decided I'd rather change the name of this new character than the one of an already established character.

#t(u)doff

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b1nniecat · 5 years ago

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Livestream

(peter parker x actress!reader)

Summary: the reader is an actress starring in stranger things. she starts a livestream as she chills with her best friend, peter. they get flustered when her fans point out their flirting. the fans go crazy once something happens.

Warning: idk, language maybe? if that counts??

A/N: i found this in my drafts on wattpad lmao. thought it was cute and decided to continue writing it for my first tumblr imagine post. oh and ‘Y/c/n’ means ‘your character’s name’.

“Hey, guys.” You smiled at your phone screen, holding up a peace sign as you started a live stream on Instagram. Comments started to flood in.

avengersfan01 - OMG UR LIVESTREAMING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN AGES

y/niswifey - WHERE HAVE U BEEN,, LAST TIME U POSTED WAS A MONTH AGO

msmarvel19832 - notice me senpaiiiii 😭

strangertingzz4life - hiiiiii ❤️❤️💖

"So, I'm kinda bored, my parents aren't home and I thought 'Why not do a Q&A?' since I haven't been so active on Instagram lately because I’ve been busy filming." You shuffled, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in.

"Stop moving, Y/n. I’ve almost got a 10 streak kill." Peter nudged you, keeping his attention on his video game as he ran someone over with a car.

Who knew Spider-Man would enjoy running over pedestrians.

"I'm trying to get comfortable, dickhead, let me be." You smiled, moving the camera so it was away from you and Peter. You finally decided to lay your head on his stomach as he let you lay between his legs.

"Ok, sorry about that, technical- well, physical difficulties." You laughed at the camera, making Peter chuckle, "Anyways, questions anyone? I'll answer as many as I can."

You waited for the comments to load and read out the first one you saw, "From captainamericaswhore, love the username by the way, 'Who's legs are those?'" You giggled as soon as you finished reading.

Everyone in the comments started to freak out.

y/n.y/ln.is.my.queen - YO I BET IT'S PETER SKSJAK

dontreadmyusername - who tf is peter-

peterxy/n.otp - ALJSSJAK IT'S MY SHIP OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M WITNESSING THIS

madmax751300 - [dontreadmyusername] get outta here u uncultured swine

elevenseggos - those r some thicc legs wInK wOnK

suziep00 - [elevenseggos] and i fucking oop-

“Are you livestreaming?” Peter asked, pausing his game and taking his headset off, reaching away to place it on the table.

“Yep,” You replied, popping the ‘p’. Your fans already knew who Peter was since he made a regular appearance in all your social media, especially your stories. “It’s Peter’s legs by the way. Say ‘hi’ to everyone, Pete.” You turned your camera to him.

“Hey.” He waved, sending the fans a charming smile.

“Alright, next question-“ You said, sitting up before hitting your head on Peter’s nose.

“Fuck.” He held the bridge of his nose. You laughed, letting your head fall forward as you clutched your stomach. “That fucking hurt, you idiot!” He shoved your shoulder, laughing to lighten up the mood instead of making it serious.

You turned around, looking at the tears welling up in his eyes, “Aww, alright. I’m sorry.” You reached behind him to grab a tissue from the tissue box on the small table and wiped his tears, “You good?”

"Yeah, kinda hurts, but I'm fine." He laughed, giving you a smile to reassure you that he's okay.

“You’re such a baby.” You playfully rolled your eyes before quickly kissing his nose. “You know, my lips kinda hurt too.” He smirked.

“Nice one, Parker.”

“I try my best.”

“Well, it might just be working.” You flirted back, making Peter blush profusely.

You completely forgot that you were still livestreaming as you felt your phone violently vibrate in your hand. Everyone was going crazy; crazier than normal.

noahpotatoes - WTF WTF WTF WTAF I’M SCREAMING

lucasisunderrated - Y'ALL SHE SAID 'WELL IT MIGHT JUST BE WORKING' OMFG ALL THAT FLIRTING IS GONNA PAY OFF I’M GONEEE

finnwolfhardofficial - real smooth peter,, real smooth

dustybun4life - i wonder what’s gonna happen after this livestream ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

steve_the_mom - [dustybun4life] SOME OF Y'ALL ARE NASTY OML-

Your face heated up after reading some of the comments. “What can I say, Finn? Practice makes perfect." He managed to say one last bold comment before his face turned completely red after reading all the comments shipping you two.

ironlad01762 - PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT-

elizabethz04 - SO I WASN’T HALLUCINATING LAST LIVESTREAM WHEN Y’ALL WERE FLIRTING OML I’M GONNA PASS OUT

sadiesink_ - you guys better get together by the end of this live otherwise we’re no longer gonna have movie nights in my trailer

therealcalebmclaughlin - your flirting is so cute it makes me want to puke

gatenm123 - just saying.. i better be in the front seat for your wedding

elevenseggos - I'M LOVING THIS INTERACTION AND ALL BUT PLS CONTINUE THE Q&A, I WANT THE TEA SPILT ALL OVER THE TABLE CLOTH

You felt really flustered now, feeling Peter’s body heat radiate as he wore his headsets to continue his game in order to avoid showing his flushed face. You cleared your throat, “Alright, guys, come on. Elevenseggos is right, let’s continue the Q&A.”

elevenseggos - OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN NOTICED, WHAT A BLESSED DAY

gayforrobin - [elevenseggos] CONGRATS

milliebobbybrown - [elevenseggos] "I WANT THE TEA SPILT ALL OVER THE TABLE CLOTH" I'M USING THAT FROM NOW ON

flayedforbilly - [milliebobbybrown] MILLIE OMG @elevenseggos IS HAPPY-CRYING ALL OVER ME RN, WHAT DID U DO

You waited until some questions pop up and read the first one I see, "From stony4life, 'What's it like playing a fan-favourite character in Stranger Things?'" I bite my lip as I think of an answer, "I mean - obviously - it's really cool. I actually originally auditioned for a smaller role since this was my first big thing but ended up getting the role of Y/c/n. It’s really fun to be able to play this character; she’s strange but in a mysterious yet cool way, she clicks with everyone in the group and she just straight up vibes.”

You waited for another comment, “Ooh, from peterxy/n- oh, hah, okay.” You blushed because of the username, “Have you met your celebrity crush? See, I actually ran into him 3 years ago but that crush has worn off now.” You shrugged, “But! But this guy,” You turned the camera around to face a deeply concentrated Peter, “does have a celebrity crush and he won’t tell me who it is.”

He immediately paused the game again and took off his headsets, “Because it’s embarrassing.”

“I’m sure it’s not, don’t be so dramatic.”

“Trust me, it is.”

“You know I can probably get my agent to get you to meet them.” You pointed out.

“Yeah, but what if I already met them?”

milevenisrealmfs - OH MY GOD GUYS BRACE YOURSELVES IT’S GONNA HAPPEN

eggosaresuperior - SHIT SHIT WAIT LEMME GET MY SCREENRECORDER ON

milevenisrealmfs - omg y/n better get what he’s saying otherwise i’m gonna cry

“Oh my God, when? Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked. He looked at you like you were joking, “Seriously?”

“What?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“You’re actually so dumb.” He said before softly grabbing your jaw and kissing you. You almost dropped your phone from the sudden action but he pulled away just before you could.

You were left with a dumbfounded gaze, you glanced at your phone and saw all the comments flooding in again, “Alright, gotta go guys, bye.” You quickly ended the live.

You sighed then looked at Peter, “You like me?” You asked.

“Well, yeah. I thought it was pretty obvious.” He shrugged, nervously avoiding your eye contact.

You studied his features before gently placing your lips against his. He kissed back, leaning into your touch as you held his cheek. You pulled away, both of you smiling, “Then it’s a good thing I like you too.”

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birlcholtz · 5 years ago

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you did bittyholtz so now how about bittyrans

bittyrans you say??? this is so fucking long it’s over 2.5k i’ve written full ass fics shorter than this i am going to bED

it starts with the PSLs, as so many things do. (do they???? idk i’ve only had like 2 psls in my life) PSLs turn into rans and bitty having weekly scheduled ‘get coffee and talk about the absolutely obscene lifestyle choices of the rest of our team,’ featuring holster and jack’s wardrobes, the green couch, and shitty’s inability to chew without talking at the same time, among other things

and THEN ‘coffee and bitch’ sessions turn into 'coffee and talk about whatever u feel’ sessions and eventually it just becomes a Thing. saturday mornings are for ransom and bitty. there’s still a lot of 'coffee and bitch’ happening, because it’s not like holster’s adidas slides and socks combo just went away, but they realize it’s not just expensive lattes and a half decent sense of fashion and hygiene that unites them.

they deal with academic pressure in such different ways that it’s almost impossible to notice the similarities until they start talking more and more and realize they both feel that pressure (ransom because everything he turns in has to be perfect, bitty because he has a ridiculously hard time concentrating on things that don’t interest him, like for instance many of his classes), it’s just that ransom has nervous breakdowns that feature a lot of crying under the table and bitty bakes things as therapy until he’s forgotten all about whatever he needed to do.

so what happens when eric bittle (unofficially voted cutest member of smh 80 times) and justin oluransi (the most beautiful man at samwell) hang out a lot?

well, the first thing that happens is that people stare at them a lot as they walk around but ransom genuinely doesn’t notice because this happens to him all the time it’s never *not* happened and bitty notices but he figures it’s just because Ransom. u know.

ransom also finds bitty’s vlog, watches like 8 videos immediately (holster: dude are u ok), and barrels into the kitchen with his laptop in hand like BITTY CAN WE MAKE THIS

and bitty’s like oh sure! and ransom’s like. no. i mean can WE make this. i want to learn to make it and bitty’s like FUCK yeah

over the course of learning to make this dish ransom successfully wheedles bitty into letting him be on his vlog, bitty’s subscribers are Shook at this beautiful man just suddenly appearing when bitty has literally never had a guest before. he and ransom struggle to call each other by their first names the entire time and it’s fun and silly and they DO actually get a decent pie in the oven so it’s a success ('teaching my teammate to bake a _____’ sorry i didn’t think of a recipe lol. fill in whatever u want)

and then the comments on that video blow up, mostly with comments about ransom, some are just about how beautiful he is, some are like eric…. >.> why is this man on your channel when nobody else has ever been. eric do you have a boyfriend and where did you find him

bitty reads all these comments and does Not mention them to ransom but he’s mildly flattered that these people just assumed he was dating rans. because it’s hard to stand next to ransom and still feel attractive oops

BUT he also gets a bunch of new subscribers, which is why he asks ransom if he wants to be on the vlog again a few weeks later and ransom is like oh HELL yes

but it’s too late. bitty’s read all the comments asking if they’re dating. he never thought about ransom in that context before but he’s read all the comments now and he can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to date him. oops

they do the second video, and bitty firmly tells himself that they’re just friends and he’s just overthinking all of those comments, but also ransom smiling directly at someone is a force to be reckoned with and bitty literally cannot stop himself from smiling back (it’s a good thing they’re the only ones in the kitchen because anyone else would probably explode from observing it. bitty smiling is much more powerful than he knows)

okay and like. if bitty thought the comments on the first video were a lot. the sECOND video with justin oluransi?? it blows up. particularly because of one part where bitty catches ransom stealing a strawberry and just gasps and goes “justin” and people lose their minds over it. eric is so appalled. justin grins in a way that is only half apologetic and immediately reaches for another one and eric literally almost yeets the pie down the counter away from him. people set it to music on tiktok (i know tiktok wasn’t a thing while they were in college let me h a v e this)

and let it be known, ransom is also reading the comments on these videos, and he sees all the ones asking if he’s bitty’s boyfriend and he’s like haha wait what and tHEn he goes back and rewatches the videos he’s been in and like?? okay he can see why they think that. bitty puts his hands over ransom’s a lot and ransom slings an arm around bitty’s shoulders a lot but that’s just normal for smh??????? right??????? RIGHT??????????

too late. they’re both overanalyzing every single interaction now

(holster: bro did you see this tiktok of you and— ransom: and bitty losing five years off his life expectancy? yeah holster: nono this one’s set to don’t rain on my parade/the sound of silence/et cetera you have to watch it)

ransom still isn’t in most of bitty’s videos because honestly most of his stuff goes way over ransom’s level of baking knowledge. but he still watches them and it’s kind of nice to watch vlogs where bitty is so obviously in his element? the way he talks to the camera is so friendly and charming and the way he bakes is so efficient and professional. and because he’s a masochist he reads the comments on those ones too and finds a lot where people are asking where justin is. but mostly he’s focused on bitty and how obvious it is that this is bitty’s THING. he just exudes confidence and happiness and it’s kind of hypnotizing honestly

(he also goes back to bitty’s earliest vlogs and is like holy shit BABY BITTY. SO SMALL. and bitty in those videos is still charming but a little less calm and collected— the editing is a little less smooth, and he can’t quite stop himself from adding editorial comments about his aunt’s and his mother’s different techniques. it’s kind of adorable. and like, bitty is still adorable— wait what just crossed ransom’s brain???)

because bitty IS adorable, just a little more put together now. he still gets more excited by discussing types of flour than anyone else ransom has ever met, and he still bops along to whatever song is stuck in his head while he bakes, and when ransom sees bitty after bingeing roughly half of his videos and feels something in his chest lighten, he figures that’s probably going to be his new normal.

and people in the comments clamor for more videos with ransom, and ransom sees these comments, and bitty does too, and ransom seeing these comments is why he pokes his head into the kitchen when he knows bitty is filming, silently waves at the camera, and then leaves again before bitty’s even noticed that he’s there. it makes it into the final cut of the video and the comments section goes wild.

ransom and bitty still hang out plenty outside of doing vlogs together— bitty eventually gets a few dollars in ad revenue from the first video ransom was in and insists that they go on a celebratory unscheduled annie’s trip. (annie’s date energy intensifies)

and while they’re at annie’s/hanging out around campus/bitty has let ransom drag him to the library for some reason bitty can’t help but wonder what it would be like if he was actually dating ransom. he can’t deny that he thinks about ransom in that way now— it’s hard NOT to honestly?? like ransom has been objectively beautiful since the first day bitty met him (and before that, but y'know, not as relevant to bitty’s life) and maybe it’s just his imagination but he thinks that ever since they’ve started making these videos ransom’s smiles have lingered just a little longer and there are more of them, too. and the vlogs have also shown bitty a side of ransom that he doesn’t see a lot, because nobody sees it a lot— ransom trying something he isn’t already good at. throwing himself into it with enthusiasm, actually, and that NEVER happens. ransom is not great at handling failure? but bitty gets to see him cut loose and relax and laugh at his mistakes and he kind of loves it and loves this version of ransom he hasn’t seen before

and ransom, for his part, has been steadily falling for the sheer force of bitty’s charisma when he’s doing something he loves, ever since he first found bitty’s vlog. and as he looks closer he realizes it’s not just the vlog— bitty has always had these depths to him, he just kind of lets them out when he’s baking? and ransom feels kind of privileged to be able to see that side of him so regularly

(also i’m just saying that ransom is very into intelligence and watching bitty fire off answers without even blinking to obscure baking questions where ransom only understands about 30% of the words is a turn on)

but ransom’s become a fan favorite on bitty’s vlog, and he keeps making recurring appearances and even improves a little at baking (which bitty always comments on when he notices an improvement— it’s half chirpy and half genuine pride), and people in the comments BEG them to do a q&a for like. a couple of months. before bitty is like uhhh if i want to make money off of this channel i gotta give the people what they want

so he makes a normal vlog but at the end ransom pops in and they’re like hey we’re gonna do a q&a for our next video where eric answers baking questions and justin is also there since y'all really want him there for some reason??? (but bitty says it nicer and less confused than that)

bitty immediately realizes why ppl want ransom to be in the q&a so bad when about 25% of the comments are about baking and the rest of them are about bitty and ransom. roughly three-quarters of THOSE fully assume they’re dating and the rest of them are just asking if they’re dating.

so bitty is like um ransom?? we should probably address this in our q&a?? everyone really wants to know if we’re dating??

and this interaction is incredibly awkward. i need you all to know that. it’s incredibly awkward because bitty is like 'okay so like YES i like ransom in more than a friend way but this is literally the worst scenario ever i literally can’t believe my subscribers are calling me out for making eyes at him’ and ransom is like 'fuck fuck fuck i want to date bitty but i don’t want to make it weird is it weird??? because of his vlog?????? what do i do??????’

but anyway then ransom is like uh yeah we should address that! and then like. says nothing

and bitty’s like uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh. sooooooooooooo. what do we say

and ransom’s like. :0. um. (the amount of ums and uhs in this conversation are astonishing let me say) well. are we dating??

and bitty genuinely can’t tell if ransom actually meant that as a question or if it was sarcastic and he says as much and ransom is like no that was a real question i actually don’t know if we’re dating or not?

and bitty is like holy shit i can’t believe this is happening what the fuck and he says well. we should um. clear that up. before the q&a

and ransom’s like yeah we should. uh. like. we COULD be dating.

and bitty’s like ….yeah yeah we could. are we?

and ransom’s like do you want to be?

and bitty’s like do you want to be?

and ransom’s like i asked first and bitty’s like damn u got me there. and then he’s like yeah i …. kinda want to be dating and ransom is like swawesome me too glad we cleared that up, how was ur lit seminar and bitty is like HOLD ON JUSTIN OLURANSI because did that just fuckin happen??? we can’t just MOVE ON from that conversation that fast????

so they wind up talking about how basically bitty’s vlog inspired Feelings in both of them and it’s very emotional because ransom is like i love that i feel like i can make mistakes around you and bitty is like i love that you put in the effort to learn about what i care about and they go to annie’s because That’s What They Do and get matching drinks as they always do and smile at each other the whole time (bitty is also literally pinching himself because What The Fuck, how did i wheel JUSTIN OLURANSI) and then they go back to the haus and start picking the questions to respond to in their q&a

ransom does get busier and can’t spend as much time in bitty’s vlogs as usual but he helps bitty plan out what he’s going to talk about when, when to post, the ideal ratio of how-to videos versus just answering questions, and with his help bitty’s vlog starts getting a lot of attention and a lot of subscribers, like, exponentially fast

(it helps that they got memed so early on)

(it also helps that their q&a video where they confirmed they were dating was fucking adorable because they talked about how they got together and how a big part of it was bc of bitty’s vlog and it’s just the sweetest goddamn thing and that video totally blows up too)

(intentional celebrity eric bittle. accidental celebrity justin oluransi.)

it gets to a point where bitty is like. making legitimate money from his vlog and he INSISTS on compensating ransom in some way (ransom: i like helping you??? bitty: and i like making my vlog doesn’t mean i don’t like getting things out of it) so they work out a system where ransom gets some money for helping bitty plan out videos and edit and he gets some more for videos he’s in and like?? they’re icons.

some headcanons:

ransom successfully convinces bitty to wear sperrys

bitty boops ransom’s nose so often that there are compilations of it

bitty also spends a lot of time with ransom when he’s studying for tests because being just like. physically there, like leaning on ransom’s shoulder or holding his hand helps reassure ransom a little

ransom always holds bitty’s face in his hands before kissing him and bitty thinks it’s the best thing ever

there’s an entire swallow issue about them

bitty’s name in ransom’s phone is 'eric butter

bitty tells his parents ransom has been helping him with his vlog before he tells them that they’re together, and coach is like 'nice’ and suzanne bursts with such effusive joy (because ransom is great with parents) that bitty feels himself grinning

the Thesis Battle of 2017 is less increasingly sneaky methods of convincing bitty to write his thesis and more 'bitty read this article on the pomodoro method and then work on ur thesis for twenty minutes so you can bake pie later’ (dex asks ransom if they should cut off bitty’s oven access and ransom is like hmm. well if u do just make sure it doesn’t affect how the kitchen looks because if he can’t even film vlogs answering people’s questions then he’ll be really frustrated)

ransom and bitty shop for clothes together all the time and when it’s winter clothes it’s a constant battle between things that will keep them warm and things that will look cute. they definitely have discussions where bitty’s like 'okay do you think this is warm enough for me’ and ransom’s like 'no that’s warm enough for me you’re from georgia’

both of their snapchat games are INCREDIBLY strong. ransom’s stories are a work of art and bitty is a master of filters and they are constantly communicating via snapchat

ransom also keeps track of all the memes that surface from bitty’s channel and saves them to show bitty later

bitty’s channel gets bigger and bigger and more and more popular and his creative team gets bigger and more complicated to reflect that? but at the same time ransom is always his no. 1

#fun with rarepairs #omgcp #ransbits

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sweetpeaslover · 6 years ago

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Not Good Enough Part 2

*So I was so thankful that I got requests for a part 2, I'm really happy y'all liked it*

Sweet Pea's POV

After tossing and turning all night, it was finally 6 am and it was time to get ready for school. I jumped out of bed and took a shower. I wanted to make sure I looked as nice as possible because I was asking y/n out today. I remembered some of the tips Toni and Fangs gave me, I couldn't sleep, but I remembered to shower and I even used the conditioner Toni suggested to make my hair look softer. After that, I made sure my face was smooth and clean-shaven because Toni told me that y/n hated facial hair. I decided to wear a black t shirt, black jeans, and my Serpent jacket with combat boots and my signature dog tag necklace. Once I assembled my outfit, I carefully inspected it to make sure it was perfect. I actually thought I looked really good, Toni had even ironed my shirt for me last night. I decided I was too nervous to eat breakfast, so I got on my bike and left for school. I ended up getting there a lot earlier than usual, so after going through security, I went to my locker to actually get my textbook before class for once. When I was at my locker, I saw her coming. I would have asked her right then and there, but she was talking to some other girls that I didn't really know. Suddenly, I heard a squeal from one of her friends. I whipped my head around to see them pointing and staring at Jughead, who was walking about 100 yards away. How Jughead didn't notice his fan club I don't know, but the girls were trying to follow him inconspicuously.

"Hey Sweet Pea!" y/n said.

"Oh, good morning y/n, ladies," I said, but they had already passed, eyes glued to Jughead's back. I figured that sounded stupid, and way too formal, but I doubt they even heard. Exhaling defeatedly, I shut my locker and headed toward English.

"Awww, I'm sorry" Toni laughed sympathetically, she had seen the whole thing.

"I hope she doesn't say no today" I said.

"When are you planning to ask her?" asked Toni.

"I don't know, maybe during lunch?" I hadn't thought about it that much, I realized.

"I wouldn't recommend that," said Toni, "You want to get her alone so she won't be distracted or feel awkward in front of others. Also, I would recommend that you don't ask her anywhere near Jughead, just in case,".

*lunch*

Y/n was complaining to Toni about how Jughead seemed oblivious to her attempts to flirt. Toni advised her that she should realize that Jughead is a lost cause and that she should try to find someone else, someone that values her and wants her love.

"Besides, you don't want Jughead anyway when you could have a real Serpent like me" Fangs joked. He was always joking around with y/n and pretending to flirt with her. That's how it was with us. Y/n was best friends with Toni and always hung out with us at lunch. Fangs liked to tease y/n a lot so that's how they developed a friendship. I, on the other hand, am just kinda there. Toni, Fangs, and I have been a group for years, but ever since y/n started joining us at school, they have found ways to connect with her that I just haven't, which got even more painful once I developed a crush on her. She is the sweetest girl I know, but she is so wide-eyed and innocent that I felt protective of her, especially since we shared the school with the Ghoulies, who would not hesitate to attack or even rape her. Just the thought of her being hurt makes me angry. Everyday she confides her troubles with Jughead accidentally hurting her feelings to Toni and Fangs and I wish that she would come to me for help and comfort. Why does she feel that she can't come to me? I would do anything for her. I love her.

*after school*

Southside High was a ghost town about 15 minutes after the bell rang, but I knew that y/n liked to stay a little late. I had just finished with my locker and was heading towards y/n's when I heard her voice, I stopped and didn't turn the corner once I heard Jughead's voice.

"What do you think of Sweet Pea, y/n?" Jughead asked.

"I don't know, he's friends with Toni and Fangs so we hang out a lot, but I don't feel like I know him very well. He's very quiet and basically never talks so I know nothing about him" she said. That was interesting, I guess I must be pretty quiet around her. It's just because I'm too busy either listening to her talk, trying to not say something stupid, or trying to suppress my feelings for her.

"Well, do you think he's hot at all?Jughead asked. Why are they talking about me???

"He kinda is, I'm not sure that he even likes me though, he's quiet and doesn't really engage in conversation with or even around me" she said. Oops, I thought to myself. I felt really bad, this whole time it was my own stupidity that she didn't like me, I just try not to embarrass myself around her by speaking, not that I don't want to talk to her.

"Okay well, I'll see you around y/n," Jughead said after what felt like a century. I waited a minute so she didn't realize I was listening and walked up to her. I felt myself sweating and my hands and knees were starting to shake.

"Hey y/n," I began. "What's up". Come on Sweet Pea, how should she answer that question you moron!

"Oh, hey Sweet Pea! I'm just getting all my homework for tonight. What's up with you? You were pretty quiet today at lunch, I mean, even more so than usual" she said. Dang it! Well, here goes nothing...

" I have a confession to make y/n" I began. "I know I'm not the most approachable guy and that I don't talk much, but there's a reason for that, it's hard for me to hear you going on every day about how Jughead ignores you and doesn't reciprocate your feelings, I have so much I could say but don't want to for fear of looking stupid".

"Sweet Pea, what are you saying?" she asked. Here it was.

"Y/n, I have had a crush on you for a while now, I just never admitted it because I was embarrassed, I'm bad with expressing my feelings and I never think that I'm as good as Jughead. I don't have his hair, face, or writing ability and hearing you gush over him every day made me feel like you would never like me. It kills me to see you not getting the love you deserve from Jughead, seriously, as you can probably tell from the bags under my eyes, I rarely ever sleep, that's because I agonize over you every night, you're all I ever think about, I just want to be the one to love and protect you and never let anything bad happen to you. I know I sound crazy right now but let me prove my ability to be the boyfriend you deserve. Y/n, will you go on a date with me?" I held my breath waiting for her answer. I look down and she's crying.

"What's wrong, y/n?" I ask, worried I said something wrong.

"For years I wanted Jughead to notice me, but he never did, and neither did anyone else, I felt so worthless. Now you're standing in front of me saying you love me and cherish me" she said sobbing.

"I do, I really do, and I will say it as many times as you need me to, y/n I love you, I love you so much, I go to bed thinking about you, I can never sleep because I imagine being with you, when I get out of bed in the morning, it's all because I'm going to see you. You make my life make sense, everything I do is to impress you and make me worthy of your love. I can't live without you, please let me be your boyfriend y/n!" I pleaded. Finally all the things I've wanted to say for months were coming out coherently, and in English, I was actually killing it with her!

"No one has ever loved me like this," she said fighting back tears,"Sweet Pea, you should have said this earlier, of course I will be your girl". I picked her up and swung her around in the air while she shrieked like a child on a roller coaster. Setting her down carefully, I wrapped my arms tightly around her and pulled her in close and held her there. I rested my head on top of her head and breathed in the warm, familiar smell of her, vanilla with a hint of something floral.

"What scent is that perfume you're wearing?" I ask.

"Sweet pea and vanilla," she said laughing. " I guess it was just meant to be wasn't it?"

I slowly picked her up and kissed her softly on the mouth. I felt a euphoric feeling coursing through my bloodstream, it was finally happening, y/n was finally my girl.

@chipster-21

#sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagines #sweet pea #riverdale imagines #riverdale #southside serpents #toni topaz #fangs fogarty #jughead jones #jordan connor

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coleymari-blog · 8 years ago

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A War Fought at Home

Corporal Natsu Dragneel has been through Hell, and unfortunately for him, the ride isn't quite over. How will a new Rehab program at the local VA help? And will a certain blonde help make matters better?

Modern Military AU. Warnings for mentions of depression and adult language/situations. Other warnings to come as the story progresses. Cross post on AO3 and FF.net.

"Come on, dude, you know you should go."

Natsu Dragneel struggled to sit up in his queen-sized bed, the rays of sunlight causing him to squint as he moved about. He threw off the red and black striped down comforter and breathed in as deep as his lungs could manage. His pain killers from overnight were already starting to wear off and the sharp sensations were attacking him every time he forced his legs to move so much as an inch. His chair was in front of him, beside the bed as it had been since the day he was released from the hospital. Gods how he hated that thing. All it did was remind him of who he used to be, back before it all happened.

Summoning all his strength, Natsu lifted himself from the bed and plopped himself down in the wheelchair, taking a minute to collect himself before making his way toward the door. Looking in the full-length mirror beside the closet door, across from his bed, he was greeted by the image of a man he hardly knew. His hair was long and shaggy, he still had his muscle from years of physical activity and training but they weren't nearly as defined. His eyes, once a bright emerald green were now a dingy shade of forest green, almost black and lacking emotion. He was wearing Marine-issue sweatpants with a black tank top, his tattoos swirling over his shoulder and right arm. Above the mirror hung multiple medals and certificates from his years of service but all they did was make him angry. If he could stand to remove them, he would have, just so he didn't have to relive the bullshit over again every single day.

"Hold onto your dress, Ice Queen," he barked, sighing to himself as he yanked his bedroom door open and rolled out into the hallway of the home he shared with his ex-squadmate, Gray. They had to move when Natsu came home because their old apartment was a fifth-floor walk up and it was pretty obvious that wouldn't work. Luckily for them, their former Gunnery Sergeant owned a property that suited their needs and he rented it to them dirt cheap. With Natsu's disability checks and Gray's pay, they were able to just barely keep their heads above water. Thankfully Natsu had been treated by the Military before being shipped home because if he had been treated at a civilian hospital, they'd never afford the bills. The pinket rolled himself into the bathroom, forcing himself up into another apparatus to take care of his morning routine. If Gray was going to force him to go to the VA, the least he could do was shower and the like.

Today was the first day of what Natsu called "Broken Summer Camp". While working on Base, Gray had heard of a program at the local VA for Veterans who were disabled or having a difficult time transitioning back into civilian life. They had physical therapy on site (which Natsu was required to do for any chance of getting full function out of his legs again), counseling services, support groups, the works. He hated the idea of having to hang out with a bunch of other Vets that couldn't do anything but sit, watch television, and bitch about their feelings. However, he'd promised Gray that he would go, mostly so that Gray could go to work and not have to worry about if his buddy had fallen out of his chair or, Gods forbid, needed something higher than five feet off the ground.

Clean and redressed in the more of the same outfit, Natsu wheeled himself into the kitchen and purposefully knocked into the back of his roommate's knee. "Oops, sorry, Snowball," he teased, feeling normal for a brief moment before Gray turned and looked at him. The raven-haired Marine never noticed, but his gaze would change into one of pity every time he had to look down at Natsu. Gray didn't even make fun of him anymore! He couldn't stand it. All he wanted was to be able to get back in the ring with his friend and beat him into the ground. All in good fun, of course.

"Finally," Gray sighed impatiently. Natsu always took longer to get ready in the morning because he insisted on doing it himself. When they'd first got back, Gray had done everything for him, even helped him use the bathroom. It's what 'Brothers' did. Luckily, after a couple months of extensive therapy, Natsu had reclaimed just enough motion to be able to do minor tasks for himself and Gray didn't have it in him to deny Natsu that right. No one wanted their best friend to help them take a piss, especially at 27.

Gathering his keys and Cover, Gray opened the front door so that Natsu could roll himself out to the van. They fell into a familiar rhythm, moving around each other in perfect sync after almost a year of practice. Once Natsu was secured in his chair on the passenger side of the van, Gray got them on the road to their destination. At least it was only a few minutes down the road from where Gray was currently stationed.

"You never know, man, maybe you'll actually like it," Gray said warmly as they made their way to the VA, to which the response was nothing more than a grunt. Natsu had been silent the entire ride thus far and Gray was starting to worry. Natsu hadn't socialized with anyone much since coming home. He lived with Gray, saw his doctors, the Gunny, his sister Wendy, but that was about it. Even his ex-girlfriend who left him before his deployment had tried to help but to no avail. The ex-Corporal was stuck in a self-imposed rut and no one had been able to bail him out yet. Secretly, Gray had hoped that by possibly meeting more people like himself, Natsu would go back to the way he used to be. Nothing wrong with a bit of wishful thinking right?

It wasn't long until the two men pulled up to the VA, Gray helping wheel Natsu backward out onto the asphalt parking lot. They both entered the standard-issue military building but Natsu was immediately taken back by what he found. Sitting at the front desk was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Her hair draped over her shoulders like woven gold, her deep brown eyes hungrily deciphering whatever document she was reading. He took a second to commit the view to memory before allowing Gray to wheel him up to the Goddess behind the solid oak table.

"Hey there," she said kindly, no trace of pity in her voice, "My name is Lucy. Welcome to the Magnolia VA. How can I help you, Mr…?"

"Dragneel," Gray answered immediately, not sure if Natsu would even bother. "This is Corporal Natsu Dragneel, and I'm his roommate, Sergeant Gray Fullbuster. I'm here to drop him off for the Rehab program?"

Natsu huffed at the thought. Rehabilitated? Ha! He'd never be back to his normal self. He'd never get to run around, fight, or go back to War. No amount of "Rehab" could fix him.

The blonde beauty looked over the desk and smiled brightly at Natsu. "Well, welcome Corporal! It's nice to have you with us today." Taking a folder of his medical records from Gray, she came around the desk only for Natsu to practically lose his mind. The girl had legs for days, and a chest unlike any he'd ever seen. Back before he was damaged goods, nothing would have stopped him from at least trying to get her phone number. Now? He just allowed himself the privilege of looking at her from a distance and reminded himself not to drool like an idiot. Before he could grab the wheels to follow her, Lucy had come behind him and grabbed onto the handles of his chair.

"Ready for your first day?" he asked, her voice light and airy.

Natsu sighed once more, giving his best friend and brother-in-arms a deathly glare before nodding. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Hey y'all! Mari here! So this is the second story that's been kicking around in my head lately. You'll see that Natsu isn't quite himself, but maybe his 'Summer Camp' will help him after all? I'll still be working on my other story, CSIAS, and Nalu Week, but I needed to get this onto paper. Hope y'all like it!

#nalu #nalu fanfic #nalu fic #ftfanfics #ft fanfiction #a war fought at home #[i'm freaking out and hoping this is decent]#[runs away]#;awfah

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makknays · 8 years ago

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forbidden love.

requested by wjishing-jimin

hiii,,,can i request supernatural au! with jimin?Jimin as a ghost and y/n as a human but they end up falling in love?

genre: ghost!jimin / fluff /angst??? i never rlly know

word count: 2472

a/n: i lied I'm posting today :) also idk how i feel about this, i changed what i perceive as a ghost that he's pretty much just a shapeshifter in this but oh well(?) i hope y'all lovelies still enjoy this <3

It was my first time being here in Seoul, I transferred here to study, as well as gain cultural knowledge on South Korea. After moving out from the dorms in my first year here, I had to find somewhere to live that wouldn't cost too much but was still nice to be in. Finally I settled with a small flats on the outskirts of Seoul. For the first couple months in my new apartment I kept hearing sounds and the whole place seemed somewhat shady, but I kept thinking: maybe it was just the neighbourhood. But an incident occurred that made me change my mind.

"Hello? Who's there?" I called, with a frying pan in my hand, I thought there was an attacker in the flat. "Hello?" I called, louder this time. "Okay, I can hear you you know, so just come out.", I walked closer towards the noise but no one was there, all I saw was a silhouette but no person.

"I'm sorry." a voice called but nobody was attached to it. "Who are you? And where are you?" I asked the voice the owner of the voice. "I'm Jimin, I'm around the corner. I'm sorry I scared you, it’s just this was my home and I don't have any more, I don't have much anymore.” he replied. Slowly, I made my way round the corner, increasing my grip on the frying pan, but to my dismay there was no one there. I looked all around me, I felt someone's presence but I couldn't see anyone. "I'm here." I walked closer towards the voice and saw him.

"You're not alive, are you? Is that why I can't see you very well?” "You got me there, I lived in this place while I was alive but I ended up in it accident that cost me my life, now here I am, haunting this very place, the first place I called my own home. I didn't expect them to just rent out to another person, but I'm glad the party was as beautiful as you.” he smiled as stood in front of me. "If it's not too much, can I ask you what accident you were in?" "Do you remember hearing about that crash on the motorway that involved five different cars and a van? Well, I was caught up in that and didn't make it out alive." "Wow, I'm sorry. That's horrible, but if I'm honest with you, I don't really believe in ghosts." "Well you don't have to believe in me, but I'm here and as real as you are.”

As the days passed, Jimin and I coexisted with one another, having a conversation every now and again. Today another conversation was due, it was dinnertime, so I sat at the table with my dinner and waited for him. “What's the hold up?” Jimin asked as he appeared in front of me. “I was waiting for you.” I told him. “Why? You know I don't have to eat to survive, right?” he chuckled. “Yeah, but I wanted someone to talk to.” “Aww, did you miss me?” he laughed as he ‘sat’ down on the chair opposite me. “Don't flatter yourself, also how the fuck can you touch objects but not humans or animals?” “Don't ask me, I didn't make the rules.” “Ugh, you're so annoying.” “Why? Don't get annoyed at me cuz you lack human contact! I can't do much about that!” he laughed as he brushed his hand through his hair that seemed like it would have been soft and silky when he was alive.

“You don't have to rub it on, you know.” I poured as I ate my dinner. “I'm sorry, why don't you go on a date then? Since you didn't deny it.” “I don't feel like it, no one’s nice enough.” I told him. “Well, what kind of guy do you like?” he asked me, as if he could do something about it. “Someone who cares, like actually, and doesn't just want sex or some stupid thing from me. Someone not too bad looking but not so amazing that he has new girls everyday. I guess, someone who just gets me, but there's no one like that.” “Maybe, you're looking at the wrong guys.”

2am. I had a lecture in 5 hours but I couldn't put my mind to sleep. There were just too many thoughts circling my brain. Why was it that I couldn't find someone for me? Why was it that no one seemed to get me? Was I really looking in the wrong place? What did Jimin mean?

“Something keeping you up?” “You can't just appear like that and scare me!” I said, clutching my chest from the shock of his appearance. “Sorry, what are you thinking about though?” “How lonely I am, how I can't keep a man, if I really am looking at the wrong guys. I guess, just, stuff.” I told him, as I sat up to lean against the headboard. “Well, don't beat yourself up over it. It doesn't matter if you find him or not, I'll keep you company for the time being, you won't need to feel so lonely then.” he smiled as he sat down beside me.

He turned to look at me and pulled me into an embrace, which shocked me. “I thought you couldn't touch me!” “I lied, oops.” “But how? There's so many questions, this makes no sense. How does this physically work?” I continuously asked. “Who cares about physics, I’ll be here for you no matter what and if you ever need me, I'll be around the corner, literally.” he said, smirking at me when he pulled away from the hug. “You're gross, have you ever watched me change or even worse, shower?” “I'm flirty, not a perv.” he chuckled as he lifted himself from the bed. “Good night.” he smiled as he closed the door behind him and all trace of him disappeared.

I was out running errands, very much leading my mundane life; I needed to grab some things from the supermarket before I could finally return home. I was minding my own business in the fruit and veg section when old ‘friend’ approached me. “___, hey! What are you doing in South Korea?” she asked me as she grabbed some spring onions. “I study here.” I bluntly replied and moved on in order to look at the strawberries. “You can’t still be annoyed at me about taking Sam from you, right? We’re not even together anymore.” “No, why on Earth would I still be annoyed about that?” I sarcastically remarked before Jimin reappeared. “You’ve got to stop randomly appearing!” I whisper shouted. “Sorry, it just seemed like you were having trouble, I can sort this out!” Jimin smirked. “You’re not human though?” “Leave this to me, trust me on this one.” he chuckled before disappearing again. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at what this boy could possibly be up to.

“Hey, what’s your name?” a familiar voice loudly asked, I turned to view the commotion and saw none other than Sam but he had Jimin’s voice, oh God, no, please tell me this was a dream. “Sam, what are you doing here? Why don’t you remember my name?” “Sorry, sweetcheeks, I never really cared to get it in the first place.” he chuckled as he walked towards her. “We were in a one year relationship and you don’t remember my name?” she screamed, tears clearly forming. This was cruel but also payback that she deserved. “C’mon, that can’t be a dealbreaker, I cheated on you so many times and you’re not making a fuss over that!” “You cheated on me?” “Stephany! Stella! Susan?” “Get away from me!” she cried as she ran out of the store.

“That was cruel, Jimin. But definitely a good show.” I muttered as I walked towards the empty cereal aisle. “I know, right? Aren’t I great?” “Why though? Why did you do that?” I asked him as I grabbed my favourite cereal. “I have my reasons, you’ll see one day.” he chuckled before ruffling my hair and disappearing once again. “Such a cruel guy.” “I’m still here.” “Oh my God, fuck off!” I almost screamed. “Cutie.”

“You’re seriously going on a date with some smartass from your class?” Jimin asked, disapproving of the date. “Yeah, is there a problem with that?” I laughed as I smoothed out my dress. “No, not at all. Just that he has the shitiest of personalities on Earth!” “Stop being dramatic!” “He just wants to get into your pants though.” he whined as he shifted into my date and made fun of him. “Wouldn’t you wanna if you were alive?” I joked. “Dude, I literally can, as long as you consent, I can touch you, remember? I can do anything a human can, just can’t die…” “Besides the point, Jimin, I have a date. Do I look good?” “No.” “I’ll take that as a yes; I’ll be seeing you later.” I smiled as I left the flat and entered my date’s car.

“___, I’m glad you could come on this date with me, I’ve really wanted to take you out for a while now.” he smiled as we made our way towards the restaurant. “I’m really grateful, Joohyuk.” I told him as I focused on the road. He placed his right hand on my thigh and turned his head to briefly look at me, I took his hand in mine and exchanged a smile. The chemistry between us was amazing, but I was definitely jumping to conclusion.

When we arrived at the restaurant, Joohyuk was more than a gentleman, but soon came off as sexist and snobbish. “I told you he was annoying.” a voice whispered when Joohyuk excused himself to use the toilet. “He just wants to get into your pants.” “How do you know that?” I asked, not wanting to lose the argument despite knowing Jimin was right. “He’s calling his mate right now and talking about what he’s going to do to you later tonight.” “I hate you.” I muttered but Joohyuk had reappeared when I muttered that.

“You hate me?” he chuckled. “Sorry, my roommate is being kinda annoying.” “Roommate?” Jimin muttered. “I was unaware that you had a roommate, tell me more about her.” “She is a he, and he’s just being clingy tonight because he’s ill. I think I’ll have to go back home to take care of him soon.” “Really? Are you sure you have to take care of him? I mean isn’t he a grown man?” Joohyuk asked me. “He’s caught something really bad, he’s been throwing up and he’s really unwell; I actually reluctantly left today.” “But do you have to take care of him?” “He could die and you’re asking if I really have to take care of him?” “Sorry, I wanted to get some tonight! I really thought you’d let me get into your pants!” “You’re just like the rest of them.”

When I left the restaurant I was greeted by Jimin as alive Jimin. “You know, you should morph into your actual self more often. You were cute and better than that jerk in there, who is glaring at us and we best run.” I laughed as I started sprinting down the street in heels. “Lemme grab those heels, wear my shoes.” “Why do you even have shoes?” “Physical form, remember? You literally just complimented me on it.” “Oh shit yeah.” I laughed as we exchanged shoes. “Wow, your roommate is so sick! You could’ve just said you weren’t down for me, you know?” Joohyuk called from behind as he made an effort to catch up with the two of us. “Take my hand.” Jimin laughed and continued to run in the direction of home with me.

“I wonder if he’ll ever forgive me.” I laughed as I changed into my pajamas. “Does it matter if he doesn’t?” Jimin chuckled. “Human you is nice.” “I am always human me and I’m always nice, ___.” “Ok sorry, alive you. And you aren’t nice when you’re jealous. Do you perhaps like me?” I joked as I pretended to gasp. “What would you do if I did?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Well, not much, but there would be many consequences since you’re not actually alive.” “What do you mean consequences? I asked what you would do if I liked you not if we were together!” Jimin pointed out, bursting into laughter but I could share his laughter. What would actually occur if the two of us fell in love? We were already halfway there with these stupid emotions that developed inside of me. The date? That was to get Jimin off my mind but it only brought us closer.

I was walking through a local park, trying to clear my mind of the many thoughts that were racing throughout it but nothing helped. Not the freshly polluted air of Seoul, not the birds chirping at 6am, nothing. “What’s on your mind, sweetie?” Jimin asked, moving closer to hug me from behind. “Stuff.” “Stuff?” “Stuff.” “What stuff?” “Us kinda stuff.” “What do you mean us, ___, what are you trying to say us?” Jimin asked as he released me from his embrace. “What if we fell for each other? What would the consequences be?” “Well, I can answer the first question. If we fell for each other, we would be very in love and you would be taken care of like a queen because that’s what you are to me. I would love you forever and ever.” “Jimin--” “I know, you’re scared, I know you’re trying to comprehend your emotions but you don’t need to think too deep, do you like me?” “I like you, a lot more than just like.” “Okay, the feeling’s mutual so let’s just take it from there?”

7am, Seoul, South Korea, time to wake up. I woke up and entered the bathroom and prepared myself for the day ahead. It was going to be a hopefully relaxing day, no worries, no stress, just relaxing. “Hey, sweetie. I was gonna make you breakfast but you already woke up, so let’s make you some together.” I had gotten used to this voice every morning for the past year of my life and wasn’t going to change a thing about it. “What about you?” “Did you forget? I don’t need to eat.” Jimin chuckled as he walked towards me and wrapped his arms around my torso and placed his forehead against my own. “I love you.” I smiled as I placed a kiss on his cold but soft lips.

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5hfanfiction · 8 years ago

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our broken white rose (8/?) ⇾ camren

a/n: lmao i left for like thirty minutes to face time my best friend because she was buying me shit and i was too lazy to go out with her and i came back to this. i can’t even leave for thirty minutes lmfaoo. i’m tempted to read all those comments before i start writing this chapter. this chapter probs won’t be up for another day or two tho. maybe saturday at like 5 or 6 in the morning before class (u.s. time)so keep that in mind.

also, i have a new book coming out inspired by @/crazy5harmoz here in wattpad’ story “coming home” as i read it, several ideas popped into my head about what i would want to write and i’m going to go ahead with it. i love writing stories where camren has children and all that jazz but i really hope after this book, y'all would give that one a chance. would you? it’d be g!p lauren. i’m currently having a cover made for it so idk when i’ll have it up but hopefully in a few days. would y'all check it out or? let me know.

but y'all… i’m trying reaaaalllllyyyy hard to cut everyone some slack and lay low on the angst but my brain is already coming up with a whole session of drama. OOPS! grab a tissue or something for this chapter because we’re about to dive into a bucket full of emotions, drama, and unspoken truths. i’ll try to add a semi happy ending for the end of this chapter. no promises tho.

read authors note at the end, important. this chapter is NOT a filler and needs to be read not skimmed through to understand what you will be diving into come next few chapters. please answer authors note at the end of the book.

book cover for the book i want to release has not been done yet and idk when it’ll be done so i went ahead and made one myself even tho it’s low key shitty af haha. the book title is “fiver in your heart” camren twins, camren babies and g!p lauren. check it out after this please. okay ily, enjoy.

***

Staring into the pleading brown orbs, I felt my walls crumbling. My heart ached slightly as I turned away from her, running a stressed hand through my messy curls. I could barely think straight. Camila and I were already fighting. We haven’t seen each other in what feels like an eternity and we’re already yelling and screaming with one another.

I chewed on my bottom lip as I thought everything over, Lana’s previous words from a few weeks ago echoing in my head. I didn’t wanna drag my girls through more shit than they’ve already been through. I’ve worked too hard to get to this point with them, I couldn’t let the possibility of Camila coming back into their life ruin that. When the following words left my lips, I felt a wave of guilt but knew I was doing the right thing. “I-… I’m sorry Camila, but no. You can’t see them. Not now.”

The younger woman brought her hands to her face, silent tears falling from her eyes. “Why are you doing this?” She asked, gazing up at me with broken eyes.

“You’ve always told me one thing,” I started. “One thing I’ve carried with me throughout the girls’ life. To protect them,” I paused as I stared at her. “To protect them no matter what happens. Thats what I’m doing. You have no idea what they’ve been through. Living life with one parent who had to work most of the time. Living life with sitter after sitter. Hardly getting to see me unless it was to be taken to school or picked up. Even through all of that and me barely getting the chance to be around, they still look to me and only me for guidance. I’m all they know Camila. And–”

“You don’t have to be all they know!” She shouted, cutting me off mid rant. “I know what I’ve told you but I’m here. I’m here, right now, in this moment. You can’t keep them away from me. I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long Lauren, dreamed of getting my family back. You think you guys are the only ones who’ve gone through hell?” Her voice cracked as a fresh set of tears fell from her eyes. “I’ve been raped,” she began counting off on her fingers. “I’ve been beaten, I’ve been verbally, mentally and physically abused, I’ve been starved, I’ve been locked out the house in the snow when the weather was nearing the negatives, I’ve been locked in a basement for weeks at a time, I’ve been forced to walk around naked, I’ve been completely and utterly humiliated and tormented for the past four years,” she took a deep breath, gathering herself. “But do you want to know the thing that’s kept me holding on? The thing that’s kept me from not just ending my pain and suffering for god? Hope. Hope that I’d get to see my family and friends. But most of all, hope that I’d get to see the girls and you again. That I’d… that I’d be able to finally get back what was taken from me. You can’t swipe it up away from me again. I won’t let you,” she shook her head furiously as she glared up at me.

I swallowed harshly as I tried to hold back my own tears. “But I can’t hurt them any–”

“For God’s sake Lauren, haven’t you thought of the possibility of you being the one to hurt them by not letting them see me?!” Her voice was raising once again as the obvious anger flared up within her.

I sighed, shaking my head. “Fine… fine. Whatever. Just, let them figure it out on their own. Don’t tell them that you’re…” I waved my hands around, waiting for her to catch up.

“You don’t want them to know that I’m their mother?” She asked in disbelief.

I sighed again, shrugging. “No no, I do. I just don’t want it to be so sudden. I want them to realize it first.”

Camila glared at me long and hard before she let out a sigh of her own. “What if they don’t?”

“They will.”

I made my way towards the door. I went to turn the door knob before turning back at her, smiling softly. “I’m glad you’re safe… Camz.”

***

“I have someone very special to mommy that I want you guys to meet. Hopefully she’ll be even more special to you,” i said as we walked down the hospital hallway.

“She lives in the boo boo factory?” Lana asked in confusion, staring up at me wide eyed.

“Duh. That’s why mommy brought us here,” Luna answered.

I laughed shaking my head as my nerves started to double over on me the closer we got towards our destination. “No, she doesn’t live here girls. She just had a really big boo boo and had to stay here for awhile. She’ll be out soon.”

“Well why couldn’t we see her when she came out? This place smells like the bathroom at school,” Lana scrunched her nose up in distaste.

“She really wanted to meet you guys right away.”

“Is she pretty?” Luna asked.

I sighed, shaking my head. “No. She’s beautiful.”

The girls didn’t have time to reply to my answer by the time we reached Camila’s hospital room door. I went to open it but a nurse had pulled it open before me, flashing us a warm smile. She walked passed us but not before holding the door open.

Camila was now sitting up with her legs dangling off the hospital bed. Her back was to us as her feet wrestled with each other nervously. At the sound of the door closing, Camila turned towards us. Her hands immediately went to cup her mouth as her body twisted awkwardly to follow our movements.

Luna and Lana stared at Camila skeptically, taking small hesitant and shy steps. “What’s her name?” Lana whispered loudly. Camila’s hands fell from her face, a wide smile replacing them as tears filled her eyes. These last few months have been extremely tearful it seems.

Luna stayed quiet as she stared Camila down. “I’m…” she trailed off, looking towards me.

“You guys can call her Camz.”

Luna’s head whipped towards me, her eyebrows furrowing in anger. “Only Mamá gets called that,” her voice was low and filled with a sudden rage that I’ve never seen from either of my girls.

“She kind of looks like her Lulu,” Lana said quietly, taking another step towards Camila.

I had no response for Luna, afraid I’ll ruin any chances of them figuring it out on their own. I released the two sets of hands I had been holding and stepped back. Lana stared at Camila as if she was some sort of rare animal in a petting zoo as Luna glared at her with her arms crossed. Camila sat still, staring at me every so often.

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“You look like my Mamá. Did you know that?” Lana said, her big blue eyes staring at Camila’s brown ones as she made a full stop in front of the practical strangers. Camila swallowed thickly, holding back any and all tears that were begging to be released.

Not knowing how to respond without sounding like she wasn’t, she nodded. “Oh really now?” She tried her best to put a friendly pep to her voice but couldn’t help when it cracked at the end.

Lana’s dirty blonde curls bounced up and down as she nodded. “Yep. She’s dead though,” the five year old shrugged. “Mommy doesn’t she look like Mamá?” Lana asked, turning towards her mother for proof.

Lauren smiled softly, nodding. “Ye–”

“No she doesn’t!” Luna suddenly shrieked. She glared harshly at Camila as her eyes turned red from holding back tears of her own. “Mamá was pretty. That, isn’t.”

“Luna Michelle!” Lauren scolded, turning to set a glare of her own down at her daughter. “Apologize. Right now.”

Luna’s jaw clenched and unclenched as she rolled her eyes. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

Camila tried to fight the wave of sadness that was trying to hit her, she really did. But when her bottom lip quivered slightly, Lana noticed. “Oooo. Lulu made the lady cry mommy!”

Lauren sighed. She knew this was a bad idea. “Why don’t you girls go outside and sit with grandma–”

“No.”

Lauren turned to look at Camila with a raised eyebrow, repeating after her. “No?”

“No. I want to get to know them.”

Her eyes pleaded with Lauren to let them stay. Lauren always had a hard time resisting those eyes of hers. The green eyed woman sighed, sitting down on the chair beside Camila’s hospital bed and motioning for her daughter’s to take a seat as well. Lana felt that Camila’s lap was the best spot in the world, surprising both Lauren and Camila herself. Luna on the other hand dragged a chair as far away as possible from all of them and sat by the door, arms crossed and a permanent scowl etched onto her face.

Lauren sighed, running a hand through her hair before getting up and walking over towards Luna. She crouched down so she was eye level with the six year old. “Luna, what'a gotten into you?” She asked, concern filling her eyes.

“You and Lana keep trying to say she looks like Mamá. No one looks like her.”

“You could have just said you didn’t think they looked alike. You had no right to be disrespectful,” Lauren spoke lowly, trying to keep her voice down as Lana and Camila were in a world of their own. “That lady means a lot to our family Lu. Please behave.” Luna grumbled under her breath as she nodded. “Good. Now come sit with the rest of us.”

Prying her daughter off of the chair, Lauren made her way back over towards Camila’s hospital bed and taking her away from before. She pulled Luna down to sit on her lap as well. They had come right in the middle of Lana and Camila’s conversation.

“-Yeah. Mommy says she was a singer and they use to be in a band together. Her voice is sooo pretty,” Lana gushed.

“You’ve heard it?” Camila asked in surprise.

Lana nodded furiously. “Yesss. Mommy makes me and Lulu watch her videos all the time. Luna loves ‘Love Incredible’ and ‘Only Told The Moon’. Mommy always yells at her for singing it too loud at night. Right Lulu?” Lana turned to her older sister for proof.

Refusing to make eye contact with the woman, Luna shrugged. “I like her voice,” she spoke quietly.

“Mommy says her name was Camila. Mommy always talks about her. Whenever we watch her videos, she looks at her like she’s made of magic and butterflies. She always cries and lies by saying she has dust in her eyes.”

Camila smiled up at Lauren who turned away to look in the other direction as a shade of pink fell on her cheeks. “She sounds amazing,” Camila said with a small smirk.

“She is,” Luna spoke willingly for the first time. All eyes turned to her. “My mommy showed me a video of me and her going shopping for the first time. Only, I was still in her tummy. She kept talking to me like I could hear her.”

Camila looked up at Lauren, her mouth falling open slightly. “You kept that?” She hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but there was no going back now.

“Yeah. I promised you that one day I’d show her how much of a dork her mother was,” Lauren said softly. They had completely forgotten about the girls until Lana spoke with confusion pacing her voice.

“You knew my mamá?” She asked.

Camila looked down at the blue eyed little girl, nodding sheepishly. “Something like that.”

It was silent for a moment. The girls weren’t catching on like Lauren had planned so she asked Camila to do something she prayed she still knew how to do. “Did you guys know that Camz sings too?”

Luna glared at her mother for the use of the sacred nickname but kept her mouth shut. “Really? Can you sing Camz? Please!” Lana begged almost immediately, turning to face the woman with her already prepared puppy dog eyes.

Camila stared wide eyed at Lauren as her nerves creeped up on her. “I-I don’t know if I still can,” Camila mumbled.

“Try,” Lauren encouraged.

Lana stared expectantly at Camila as Luna looked away, uninterested. Camila took a nervous breath, feeling as though she was performing in front of thousands of people again when in reality it was only three. Lauren scooted up on the edge of her seat, eager to hear the voice she hasn’t heard in so many years.

Clearing her throat, the first song that she could think of popped inside her head. It wasn’t long before the familiar lyrics were falling effortlessly from her lips.

It’s been awhile since I was lost for words Needles and static and stutters I never knew a love that doesn’t hurt Feeling the heat and the burn

Luna slowly turned towards Camila, eyebrows knitted together. She swore her ears were playing tricks on her. Lana’s eyes widened, her mouth opening to form a small 'o’ shape. The room was silent as the lyrics slowly fell from Camila’s lips.

Just give me one good reason Drop everything and leave it Seconds away from turning this car back around Something about your feeling, pushing and pulling me in And now my walls fall down

Lauren soon found herself joining in, smiling at Camila.

Usually fearless, why am I scared of happy? Usually fearless, why am I scared of happy? I’m afraid of nothing, I’m afraid of no one Used to be fearless, why am I scared of happy? Scared of happy

Lana started to bob her head to the imaginary beat, jumping in completely off key.

“THERES SOMETHING GOOD IN STICKING TO YOUR GUNS! NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF, I TAKE A SETBACK AND I BREATHE FOR ONCE… THIS IS WHAT I WAAANNTT!” The two mothers bursted out into laughter as Lana continued the whole song through. She smiled proudly when she finished, turning towards Camila in excitement. “You sound just like my Mamá.”

Like stood up, anger evident on her facial features. “That’s because she is you idiot,” she turned towards Lauren. “You’re a liar!” With that, the eldest sibling stormed out of the hospital room, ignoring Lauren’s calls for her.

Lana stared at Camila, slowly climbing off her lap. Lauren knew this was all a bad idea. She cursed herself as she stood up, gathering hers and the girls’ things. “Lana, lets go.”

“But–”

“Now!”

***

I yelled out my daughter’s name, ignoring all of Lana’s questions as I raced through the hospital halls like a mad woman after Luna. I knew I should have listened to my gut. They weren’t ready. She’s been gone too long. They can’t understand it.

It wasn’t long before I had a frustrated and crying Lana in my arms as I hurried after Luna. This little girl was too fast for her own good. I apologized to several medical personnels as I bumped into and shoved past some of them.

It wasn’t until we were outside in the middle of the parking lot, that I caught up to Luna. My heart dropped to my stomach as a car swerved past her. Luna let out a loud scream as she quickly jumped out of harms way. The car honked several times, the driver rolling down his window and flipping her off. Normally that would have bothered me and I would have gone after the man myself, but right now wasn’t the time.

“Luna Michelle Jauregui! What the hell is going on with you? Do you know you almost could have gotten yourself killed over there?” I tugged angrily on her arm, chucking her in my direction. My fingers squeezed as my nails dig into her skin. I was so blinded by the can of rage that screamed to be released from within me that I hardly noticed.

“Mommy, I’m sorry. You’re hurting me.”

I set Lana down, releasing my grip on Luna’s arm as a shaky frustrated hand ran through my hair. I felt like pulling it all out. My hands shook as I looked around. I couldn’t do this. Not now.

Pulling my phone out from my back pocket I dialed the first number I could think of. The phone didn’t even ring once before Normani’s concerned voice came through. “Hello? Laur? What’s going on?”

“I need you to take the girls to the hotel for the day. Please Mani,” I didn’t have time to answer her questions. I was tired. All of this was driving me crazy.

***

“She hates me,” Camila whispered. Her eyes stung with tears as she stared down at her lap.

Pools of sapphires darted between the visibly upset woman and the wedding ring that was placed on her left hand ring finger, never taken off since the day she said 'I do’. She chewed on her bottom lip before sighing. “They don’t hate you.”

Camila’s dark brown eyes shot up toward Lauren’s deep green ones. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “If that wasn’t hate to you, then I don’t know what is. She hates me Lauren. Period.”

“She doesn’t fucking hate you Camila! I told you. I warned you. It was too early. They weren’t ready. You’ve been gone for so–”

“Lana seemed just fine! She wasn’t ready because you don’t want her to be. Because if you wanted anything to do with me, you would have sat them down and explained everything to them the moment you had the chance. This is not my fault Lauren and I will not have a repeat of all those years ago where you blamed me and made me feel like absolute crap for your own wrong doings!” Lauren stood back, eyes wide as her mouth slightly hung open in shock. Camila’s chest heaved as she tried to contain the shaking in her hand; her blood pressure monitor beeping faster and faster. “I-If you don’t want anything to do with me, I get it. If you don’t want me to be apart of your life, I get it. I wasn’t expecting you to suddenly welcome me back into your life with open arms. You’re right. It has been so long and maybe for now we need to just be parents. I will give you your space. I will stay away from you because it’s clear that’s what you want–”

“Camila, I-” Lauren tried to reason, attempting to speak only to be silenced by Camila.

“Let me finish. All I ask for is to see my children. That’s all. I want to get to know them and if you don’t allow me to, I’ll make this into a legal matter as soon as I am released from this hospital.”

Camila was hoping that Lauren would say no, it didn’t have to be like that. She was hoping that a spark of faith would suddenly fill the green eyed woman and make her want her—long for her as much as she had for all these years. She hoped that the one person she had been using as motivation to stay alive all this time would fight for her. Fight for her like she use to.

Lauren was hoping that Camila would change her mind. She stood in silence, praying and hoping that Camila would fight for her just as she fought to get her back. But when the hard brown eyes stayed trained on her after a long two minute silence, she said the one word that shattered the both of their hearts. “Okay.”

Camila’s lips slightly parted as she stared at Lauren in slight disbelief before sliding herself up on her hospital bed, attempting to keep whatever ounce of cool left in her as the machines around her continued to beep, faster and faster each second. “Just… co-parents?” She spoke slowly, eyes narrowing as she made sure this is what Lauren wanted.

Lauren wanted nothing more than to try to rekindle whatever left of what her and Camila had. She wanted to let her in. But her pride stood in the way of it. Her doubt blocked it like a basketball playing blocking a shot. Her heart was closed off. So she found herself nodding just as slowly as Camila spoke. “Yes.”

The two women sat in silence, each of their hearts desperately trying to recover from the several harsh blows. Lauren toyed with the ring on her finger, Camila’s eyes darting down to it. Camila sucked her lips into her mouth as the need to cry becoming more and more persistent every passing second. Just waking up from a coma and having to basically agree to not having any romantic relations with your wife is something Camila has never dreamed of.

Clearing her throat she nodded. Even though Lauren had kept their wedding ring all this time. Even though Lauren hasn’t dated since Camila’s 'death’. Even though Lauren hasn’t had any form of romantic interest in anyone since the dispersants of Camila. She nodded. Because this is what they both wanted. Right? How exactly does one go about fixing what is already broken? How does one kiss and make up with someone who’s been gone for so many years? How does one act like those cold lonely nights never existed? Oh right. They can’t.

“Okay. Then it’s settled. Just co-parents.”

Saying it out loud was more painful than thinking it by far and both women can equally agree on that. Camila tried to push the tears back. She really did. She tried not to think of the burning in her chest. She tried not to think about losing the love of her life once again. But the more she tried, the harder it became. Soon a steady stream of tears were falling from her eyes and Lauren was right beside her as strong pale arms wrapped around her waist. When she felt Lauren’s lips come and make contact with the side of her head, she felt her heart break more.

“T-This is the right thing. Right?” She whispered brokenly, clinging onto the woman she’s dreamed of seeing for the last four years.

Lauren felt as a lump started to form in her throat, forcing herself to nod slowly. “For now.”

The two women sat wrapped up within each other’s embrace. When Camila had finally calmed herself down, she pulled away to stare into those deep green eyes she fell in love with at just 17 years old. “You’ll always be my moon.”

Lauren’s throats bobbed as she brought her hand down to rest on top of Camila’s. “And you’ll always be my sun. My bright, beautiful sun. The light in my darkness,” Lauren paused. “Right now… we need to work on getting better. For ourselves. For Lana and Luna.”

Something about sitting there and hearing those things come out of Lauren’s mouth made Camila feel like she went five years back in time. Madly in love with her wife who always seemed to know what to say. So can you really blame her for her next actions?

Lauren’s voice seemed to fade out into the distance, Camila’s eyes focussing on the never ending moving lips. It really wasn’t long at all before hers were moving feverishly over the ones she hasn’t felt in years. Something in her pleaded for Lauren to respond. She needed it. Just one last time.

But when the dark haired woman pulled away, staring at Camila incredulously, she knew she messed up. Camila shook her head furiously, bringing her hand up to her mouth. “I’m so–”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” was all Lauren said before standing and collecting her things.

Camila didn’t have the chance to speak before Lauren was out the door for the fourth time that day, Camila not knowing if she’d willing come back again.

“You always screw shit up!” She shouted into the empty room, tears clouding her vision.

***

I didn’t know what I was doing. Of course I didn’t, I wasn’t thinking. I mean, one minute I was looking for advice and the next I’m kissing her? I’m definitely not in my right state of mind but my brain couldn’t seem to communicate with my body when telling it to stop.

The woman before me pulled away, eyes wide as she struggled to catch her breath. “This is wrong Lauren.”

“Life’s wrong Tori. Always has been, always will be.”

And just like that our lips were colliding with one another once again, a bubbling feeling rising in the pit of my stomach as a tingling sensation ran up my arms.

I didn’t know what my body was doing but all I knew was that I haven’t felt this way in a long time. And I had a feeling I wouldn’t be stopping any time soon. That feeling was confirmed when the lips that were once ravishing my own came down to trail light kisses down my neck.

“Tell me to stop Lauren,” she breathed out as her lips stopped to nibble at my collarbone.

“I’d be an idiot to do so.”

***

a/n: ZONT KILL ME! I HAVE A REASON FOR THIS, I SWEAR! lmao. i know y'all hate lauren and tori being anything but friends but shit you guys, i have ideas. i’m all about this angst shit.

i’m sorry for the late update. i was really contemplating on whether or not i should add that scene at the end or not but i had to. because i needed it for the following chapters. shit is about to go down. and not just in between laurens legs (;

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Little Bird: Chapter 3 (NSFW)

Read on AO3. Part 2 here. Part 4 here.

Summary: Your first Ceremony goes as planned. Or, it kind of does. Can one really plan for something like this?

Words: 3000

Warnings: Dubcon, Handmaid AU, the sads

Characters: Kylo Ren x Handmaid!Reader

A/N: Hi, y'all! I'm so sorry I'm slow at updating. There is life stuff going on and it's hard for me to get back into the swing of writing at the same time! But! I am working at it, I promise.

Here is the Ceremony! Probably not the type of sex we all wanted, but... hey... we need a foil for the future, right? OOP.

Anyway, I love y'all so much, thank you to those who are entertaining my strange desire to write this fucking AU! See you soon!

You descended the stairs, heart in your throat, toes at Emma’s heels. You knew what was to come next--you remembered this, if anything, after having practiced it for a period of time that you imagined to be months. You weren’t sure, though. It could have been days. Or years. It all had melted together, anyway.

She led you into a den; two ornate, mahogany chairs sat at the head of the room, adjacent to the worn limestone hearth. Glass lamps emitted golden light, gilding the walls and turning it to a palace before your eyes. It was warm--so warm, you almost mistakenly felt welcome, as if your comfort and happiness were a priority. But you knew better. So you followed your brain’s commands, floating as a wisp to the center of the den and descending to your knees. Your skirts piled around you like a red mushroom cap, your white-wimpled head the upended stem.

Kneeling there, you stared into the floor, torrents of blood tearing through your body, rushing loud in the shells of your ears. Around you, movement. One Martha--Emma, you guessed--fell to her knees beside you, and then another, the one whose name you did not know. Only feet in front of you, the blue hem of Johana’s skirt skimmed the perimeter of your sight as she took the second chair--the one next to what could only be described as the throne.

It was large, made for a frame twice the size of yours, upholstered in fresh, blood-red velvet. It was where the Commander would sit, you were sure, when he arrived. Face hot, you glanced to the entrance, but caught Johana’s gaze instead.

“Don’t look so anxious,” she hissed under her breath. “There’s nothing to be excited about.”

Before you could bow your head, the floorboards shuddered underneath you, heavy footsteps sending shockwaves through your veins. You swore they’d been petrified. Holding your breath, you watched, knowing Johana was watching you, studying your face, hunting for any moment of weakness. The steps stopped, and the door squeaked open, thick oak swinging to reveal your Commander.

Seeing him again stole the breath you’d been holding, and when he met your eyes, the air vaporized. Time moved like wind through tall grass, your attention chained to him as he entered. He stepped forward, a graceful predator, his dark hair framing his face, his gaze cementing you to the floor with every passing nanosecond he stared. You couldn’t wrench yourself away, even knowing Johana could see, even knowing she knew what was happening. He was seducing you, there, in front of her, in front of everyone, his eyes like amber pools of lust, hardening around you and casting you in resin desire.

You swallowed, lips parting--and he turned, breaking the spell, leaving you gasping and breathless as he took his seat beside his Wife. Cheeks burning, you dropped your head toward the floor, your heart pounding in your temple. Johana had seen it all. You were certain. You cursed your errant, disrespectful cunt.

“What was that?” It wasn’t to him--but it wasn’t necessarily to you, either. The question hung, a challenge to the sexual energy in the air. “I saw that. What was that?”

Flames fanned at your face, your lips tight over your teeth. In your lap, your hands trembled.

“I’m unsure to what you are referring,” Ren said coolly. “I have to begin the reading.”

Johana sucked in a sharp breath of air. “N-no. No, you don’t.” Her voice was tremulous. “You need to explain. Explain what that was.”

“Do I?” he asked. Your eyes remained locked on the floor, but you heard shuffling from his seat. “I wasn’t aware I owed you an explanation on anything.”

“Well, you do!” she snapped.

Beside you, the Marthas shifted, stuffing their gasps. You would have gasped, too--but your lungs were still empty, your body still frozen to the joints. Your Commander didn’t move. Didn’t even breathe.

Johana seemed to regain her sanity, pausing for a moment. “I didn’t mean you, Sir. The, um. The Handmaid. Shared inappropriate eye contact with you. She needs to explain.”

Blood filled your cheeks. You were suddenly drenched in your own sweat, beads at your hairline slipping over your skin. Opening your dry mouth, you went to speak--but nothing left.

“Did she?” There hadn’t been so much as a flinch. “I hadn’t noticed.” Rustling of pages--the Bible--as he thumbed through the passages. “To begin today’s--”

“B-but, Sir,” Johana insisted. You almost marvelled at her bravery. “Laws state--”

“I’m well aware of the laws, Johana.” Her name was venom on his tongue. “Unless you believe I’ve forgotten the very regulations I’m bound to uphold.”

You watched her feet inch together from the edge of your sight. “No, Sir.”

“I wonder, now…” He stood, stammering your heart in your chest. “You wouldn’t be trying to disrupt the Ceremony, would you?”

“Oh, no--”

“Because if you were...” The Bible plopped with a solid thud onto the seat of his chair. Slow, methodical footsteps circled her. “I’d say that’s an error more egregious than incidental eye contact.” He stopped, and you peeked through your lashes. He was in front of her, looming, daring her to continue her challenge. “Wouldn’t you?”

Johana’s attention darted between her husband and you--catching her glance, you whipped your head toward the floor again. “Yes, Sir,” she murmured. She was admitting defeat. For now.

“Good,” he said. “I agree. But…” You heard him grab the Bible. “Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I don’t need to begin the reading. Perhaps I don’t need to do the reading at all.”

Ice filtered into your blood.

“What?” Johana’s question left her in a sputtered laugh.

Ren paused for a moment--you felt the cast of his eyes on your cowered frame. “Go upstairs. Prepare for the Ceremony. I’ll be in shortly.”

With that, he left, the dull click of his shoes disappearing down the hall. You were a mannequin, unwilling to volunteer the first movement, and so were the Marthas. Together, you imagined you looked like a display in one of the old malls, modeling a fashion collection meant only to speculate. Except that your life was no speculation. This was it.

After what seemed like eternal silent moments, Johana stood, clearing her throat. “You heard him, Emma. Rose.” The Marthas stirred. Rose--Rose was the other one. “Get to it. And you,” she spat, kicking her foot in your direction. “Come on. Let’s go.”

You scrambled to your feet, stumbling over the volume of your skirts and the knocking of your knees. Embers had replaced your skin, every scrape of fabric like sandpaper. It wasn’t as if you’d never had sex--but the thought of seeing him over you. His length sliding inside of your body. Would he be gentle? Would he be--big? Your face glowed with heat. Johana met your eyes and scowled, nodding toward the other end of the den before marching through it. Whimpering, you scampered behind her as she led you to the other end of the house--far past where you stayed.

“I know what I saw,” she murmured. “I’m not an idiot.”

Your chin quivered. “Um, I don’t think you are, ma’am--”

“Shut up.” Her small hands curled into fists. “I’m watching you, girl. Just know I can do with you what I’ve done with the others.”

“Um. O-okay.”

In silence, you ascended another staircase, this one coiling up toward the ceiling in a tight, iron spiral. Your head swam with fear, the world whirling around you like a top--and the stairs were only making it worse. What I’ve done with the others. That needed no defining. Stay away from the Commander. Neither did that. And somehow, you needed to abide by this advice while simultaneously preparing to receive his semen. An unbidden shiver raced through you.

Dammit.

Johana led you through the hall. Large, clear windows revealed the encroaching darkness, the dying sun emptying the vestiges of its light into the sky. A blackbird flitted across the pink-orange dusk, its silhouette like an imitation of freedom. A door marked the end of the hall, and Johana stopped, fishing a key out from her sleeve and popping it into the knob. You wondered, briefly, if there was a lock on your door. Wondered if it served to keep you in--or the Commander out.

The second you passed the threshold, she yanked it shut behind you. Wincing, you wrung your gloved hands together, appraising their bedroom. A bed sat at the opposite end of the room, facing the door. It was enormous--bigger than any you’d ever seen. Even a king-sized mattress wasn’t as impressive. Its sheets were dark and luxurious, the frame an ebony wood that supported a thin purple canopy. Black velvet curtains were drawn over the windows, the only light coming from a single lamp and the white taper candles that Johana was leaping to light.

The rest of the space echoed its centerpiece--a construction of dramatic darkness, a reproduction of a storybook bedroom. As warm yellow fire filled the air, Johana wagged the final match cold and left it on the nightstand before turning to you, her stone face half-cast in darkness. The air was dead.

“Are you going to get ready, or are you just going to stand there?”

Swallowing, you nodded, inching off to the side of the bed for privacy, turning your back toward Johana as you gathered your skirts above your hips. The fabric was heavy and hot in your hands, hotter still as you worked the modest excuse for underwear down over your hips and feet. When you were finished, you pulled yourself up onto the bed, forcing yourself to ignore the soft give of the mattress or the smoothness of the sheets. You imagined your Commander sleeping there every night, his long, black hair tousled over his face.

Dammit.

Johana sighed, joining you, your body rigid while she guided her legs to either side of you and eased your head onto her stomach.

“Down further,” she said. “Toward the edge.”

You nodded, scooting to the edge, allowing her to adjust your position until your calves dangled over the end. She touched and dropped you with the same affection one might treat a pail of vomit. When she finished, you heard her lungs expand--as if she were about to say something--but before she could speak, the door opened, and she snatched up your hands in hers like she’d been holding them the entire time. The bones crackled.

“Good evening, Sir,” said Johana.

The Commander closed the door behind him, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt while his eyes traveled over the both of you. “Johana,” he replied. “You’re ready.”

“I am.”

“Not you,” he said--and met your gaze. You clenched. “Her.”

Johana’s hands gave yours a sharp squeeze.

“Oh.” Saliva clogged your throat. “Y-yes. Sir.”

He sauntered forward, thickening the air with every step. “Good.”

Dark eyes, honeyed in the candlelight, roamed over your lower body, forcing your cunt to clench against its will. His lip twitched, and he stepped closer, taking the hem of your skirts in his large hands. Johana’s grip tightened as he peeled them up over your hips, exposing you to his stare. He held them high, examining you. Gold fire flashed in his irises. One hand, hidden by the curtain of your skirt, skated over the sensitive mound of your pussy, touch like sparks to tinder--and he dropped the fabric. You bit your lip, stifling the whine that wanted to leave.

“Very good.” The depth of his voice made you question what exactly he was praising.

Part of you couldn’t believe how bold he was being--and the other part wished he would freaking stop, because he was going to get you either shipped off to the Colonies or strung out on a rope and you just kind of wanted to get this whole affair over with. You chewed your cheek, watching his hand fall between his legs, rubbing and palming the bulge behind the fabric.

Damn. It.

He stared at your naked pussy, continuing to tease himself, stroking his concealed cock back and forth, allowing it to grow larger in his trousers. Johana shifted underneath you, and you stole a glance--her blue eyes were glued to her husband, her lips separated by mere millimeters. She wanted him, too.

The jangle of a belt, a short zip--your attention was back on him, hypnotized as his pants and underwear fell to the middle of his thighs, his dick springing free. Now your lips parted, saliva spilling into your mouth as you gazed at his length. His cock was huge--bigger than you’d ever seen. And you were supposed to take that?

Ren’s head tilted while he inched forward, putting himself in position, the head of his cock only inches from your cunt. You were positive you’d forgotten to breathe, evidenced by the lack of circulation in your fingers. Or perhaps that was because of Johana, grinding your bones in her hands. He said nothing, the flicker of lust snuffed out, now, as he observed your pussy like a blueprint. Blinking, he gripped his dick, leaning over you and parting your folds with the tip. Your breath hitched--but if he had noticed, he didn’t care, taking his time to coat the head of his cock in your slick before furrowing his brow and pushing in.

You restrained any noise, as you’d been taught--pleasure was not part of this--but it was difficult when he stretched you, breaking you open with a long, deep thrust. Instinctively, you clenched around him--and, against all convention, he lost control of his detachment, a tiny groan escaping his throat.

Johana’s hands crushed yours, and you flinched, seething in silence. But you were unable to tear your eyes from him as he rolled his hips, pulling out and thrusting back in, this time ignoring the delighted flutter of your walls around his cock. You wanted to hate this--wanted to hatehim--but instead you found yourself memorizing him. The smoky musk of his body, the hint of skin between his jacket and trousers that he’d exposed, the girth of him prying you apart. And, strangely, your face fell at his studied, solemn expression, his focus trained on the feeling of your pussy swallowing his dick--rather than on you.

Another thrust, and another, and his head bowed, a few messy locks of hair drifting into his face when his pace quickened. Ren shifted, angling himself to fuck deeper into you, his jaw dropping as an undeniable tide of bliss washed over him. His breath, stifled by necessity, was coming in pants, his chest unable to suffocate the grunts of effort while he chased his climax. Johana’s breathing was in sync with his, her grip attempting to pinch you in two--and you were drowning, torn between wanting to disappear and wanting to release the moan trapped inside of your lungs.

Ren grunted again--louder, this time, his lids shut in concentration. His hips smacked yours, your body rocking into Johana’s, who was muttering unintelligibly. Repression smothered all three of you, unspoken and strangled desires greater than your roles, greater than the Ceremony, greater than God. You wanted to want the Commander, wanted him to want you, wanted Johana to fade into the wall, wanted this to be intimate--passionate. But it wasn’t, it could never be, because you were a hole to fuck, a vessel for his seed, an unfortunate drawback of your uterus.

Hips jerking, Ren sucked in air through his teeth, and you tensed, taking the brunt of his weight as he slammed into you, a choked moan catching in his throat. Three final pumps of his pelvis, and he came, groaning and shuddering above you, finally, finally completing his duty, finally filling you with his cum.

Johana’s hands trembled in yours, her grip gone loose, and Ren recovered, waiting for his breath to even before pulling out and tucking himself away in silence. You wanted to speak, wanted to say something--anything--but your brain was blank, still reeling in awe of him. The Commander’s eyes met yours a final time, something glittering behind them, and you swallowed your spit, your hands threatening to fall onto the bed. Before they did, he left, closing the door behind him.

“Get off,” Johana grumbled, shoving you as she squirmed away and off of the bed. “Do whatever you’re supposed to do and get out.”

You blinked, for some reason blushing. You needed at least ten minutes with some sort of elevation. “Um. Can I use a pillow--”

“You want to get your disgusting mess on my pillows?” She scoffed. “No. Figure it out. When I come back, you better be gone.” With that, she flounced into a side room--when the door opened, you caught tiled floors and soft lighting.

So you laid there, the Commander’s cum leaking onto your thighs, and pushed your hips into the air, a weak attempt to encourage fertilization. To be honest, you simply didn’t have it in you. Your first Ceremony--you weren’t sure what you’d been expecting, but it hadn’t been this. Not this nebula of ambiguity that ate away at your innards like a starving void. Not this vacancy of thought, of feeling. Not an undefinable ache that rippled through you, physically, mentally, leaving you wanting but omitting the want.

You weren’t sure if you were disgusted or aroused or disappointed or relieved. All you could focus on was the heartbeat in your fingertips, the throb of your cunt, the soft, feathery noise of your breath, grounding you, inexorably, to your reality.

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