#i've seen too many drawing where i just sigh and go. 'that's not our girl'

[nathaniacolver]

breaking my silence.

some of you draw asami with MUCH too big of boobs.

not to be like. a total creeper. but at MAXIMUM she's MAYBE a B

if you're drawing her alongside her fine as frick girlfriend that's fine. just don't you DARE give asami bigger boobs than the big boob girlie of all time. HELLO. don't disrespect korra like that

pls if you give her cleavage just make it realistic

some of this applies to both vi & caitlyn as well

[zoeykallus]

Arcane – Little Flower Part 9 – What We Deserve

Silco x female!reader

Warning: None

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Author’s Comment:

I’m sorry,this one is shorter, simply because I'm not sure yet where I'm going from here. Don't worry I'll brood over it over night.

On repeat while writing:

Narcisstic Cannibal Downfall Wonderful Life Car Crash ———-

What Happened Before:

Little Flower (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 2 - Safe And Sound (Fluff/ Slightly Suggestive)

Little Flower Part 3 - Cupidos (Smut 18+)

Little Flower part 4 - Before You Killed Me (Violence 18+)

Little Flower Part 5 - Carried By Our Desolation (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 6 - The Morning After (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 7 - Love And War (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 8 - Who We Really Are (Smut 18+)

Part 9 - What We Deserve

Silco should actually be more than satisfied. Everything had gone according to plan, the takeover of Tavo's organization went smoothly, everything was in the bag. But you were still missing, the second day already. Sevika had returned without you.

"I can't find her, she's not at Jinx's or any of the other places I would have thought she was. I've also checked out a few shelters, but no one has supposedly seen her."

Silco had to suppress the urge to burst out yelling.

"Someone you questioned must have lied, it can't be that just no one has seen her," he growled in a very controlled manner.

Sevika nodded.

"I suppose so, but I don't know who and I can't beat up the whole undercity," she returned dryly.

Silco stood up, paced back and forth in his office, thinking. Where could you be? He thought about your conversations, things you had told him, about places you had been. Then he remembered the old chapel you told him about. It was a shot in the dark but worth a try.

You liked this place, even though the building was rundown and the roof was full of holes. Most of the old stained glass windows were still intact, ivy and other vines with small flowers on them grew everywhere. It seemed a bit like something out of a half utopian half dystopian dream when daylight shone through the stained glass windows into the interior.

You had found a dry, clean corner in the back room and made your camp there, there you had spent the last two nights, but you had slept little. Your thoughts had not let you sleep, you were too restless. Inevitably you had asked yourself how many more cruelties existed of which you didn't know anything or which you had selfishly blanked out. And then again there came this feeling somewhere from the depth of your being, you were missing him. You were missing the murderous monster.

You thought about going back to Silco, but you couldn't get rid of that image of him holding that bloody knife, slitting those men's throats, that look on his face.

With a sigh, you continued to play around with the candles you had found, softening the wax with a lighter and shaping and drawing decorations on the candles.

Startled, you looked up when you heard footsteps. You expected Sevika, or maybe even Silco himself, but you didn't expect Jinx. Nevertheless, it was she who came walking down the aisle between the crumbling benches toward the altar, toward you.

For an anxious moment you wondered if she was here on Silco's behalf, but you didn't think he would send her, of all people, and you didn't think Jinx would agree.

You stood up nervously and the girl immediately embraced you warmly. With a relieved sigh you said, "How did you find me?"

"You told me about this place a while ago."

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Silco stood at the side door near the altar and hesitated. When he saw that you were there, he had sent Sevika away, he wanted to do this alone. But Sevika should not go too far, in case you tried to run away again.

He had just gathered himself and was about to enter the chapel when something unexpected happened. Jinx appeared.

"How did you find me?"

"You told me about this place a while ago."

He decided to wait, he wanted to hear what you said to each other. Maybe you would talk about him. The more he knew how you felt at the moment, the better he could adjust and adapt his words to what he would say to you.

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You laughed softly, "That's right, I remember, that was when we" you broke off to collect yourself, "...had worked out the decorations for Silco's revolver", you pointed to the various vine plants that stretched blooming over walls, benches and also partly on the altar "These are the plants I meant, that was my inspiration for part of the pattern on the handle".

Jinx looked around. She nodded slowly.

"I can see it now too. There's something kind of... dreamy about it"

Pleased that she shared your view, you smiled.

But then she looked at you piercingly, "Speaking of Silco, I've heard that the ogre has been looking for you for two days. Have you been running away from Silco again?"

Confused, you looked at her, "The what is looking for me?"

"Ogre. Sevika, it' s her nickname."

You had never heard the nickname before, probably only Jinx called her that, they didn't like each other much, Sevika thought Jinx was a spoiled teenager and she wasn't necessarily wrong.

"So he sent Sevika to look for me?"

Jinx nodded and said, "I've heard he's joining the search himself by now."

You sighed and turned back to the candles.

"Aren't you going to tell me what's going on?" inquired Jinx curiously, sitting down with you and busying herself with the candles as well.

"I don't know if I should, Jinx, he's your father".

Jinx shrugged, "So, you know I'm used to a lot".

Again you sighed, thinking for a moment. Maybe it was a stupid idea, but who else would you talk to about it? Sevika was definitely not an option at the moment.

"I saw him... do something, something bad."

"Define bad? Do you mean the hostile takeover of Tavo's organization?"

Surprised, you looked up from your candle.

"You knew about this?"

"Sure, he keeps no secrets from me," she said lightly.

Probably you should have been shocked but you realized that Jinx had grown up in this milieu, she had a completely different perception regarding these things.

"So you know what he did?"

"Slit a few throats, dirty and nasty but not uncommon. That's why you ran away?"

Shaking your head you said, "I followed him secretly because I kind of had a feeling something was up and I was right. I was there and I saw him do it. It was just too much. I knew from the beginning that he was doing things like that or something like that, but to actually see it threw me off."

"You have to start getting used to it if you want to stay with him. Or was you leaving already a decision not to?"

You leaned back against the old altar, took one of the candles in your hand, and twirled it absentmindedly between your fingers.

"I don't know. I miss him," you finally spoke honestly.

"Then just go back"

With a sigh your replied, "It's not that simpel. He'll be angry and I'm pretty sure I don't want to face that. The last time he was mad at me he almost killed me, if you remember"

"I'm not angry."

Your head spun around, Silco was standing just a few feet away from you.

"I was angry at first, admittedly, but actually I was just very worried about you" he spoke softly.

You stared at him, like a startled deer frozen in fear. Your hand clung so tightly around the thick candle that the wax under your fingers slowly gave way.

"You're destroying the decorations you made," Jinx remarked.

"What? Shit," you grumbled as you looked at the candle in your hand, the designs were crushed, but instead you could very clearly see your handprint in the wax.

"Jinx would you please leave us alone for a moment?" asked Silco and you would have liked to protest, but that was probably unwise.

Silently, you watched the girl leave the chapel, avoiding Silco's gaze as he finally approached.

"How long have you been listening to us?" you asked directly, but still without looking at him.

He sat down next to you on the steps in front of the altar with some courtesy distance.

"What makes you think I've been eavesdropping?"

"Oh please," you snorted, "I'm not as naive as you think. Once you saw I wasn't alone and heard us talking about you, you were definitely eavesdropping, hoping for enough info to manipulate me."

Silco gritted his teeth.

"So you think I'm manipulating you?" he asked quietly.

"I think you wouldn't shy away from that to get what you want. I've seen you do worse things," you sneered.

Of course you were right, and he admitted that openly: "That's right. I would do anything to get you back, including manipulation."

Surprised, you finally looked at him.

"Why? What do you need me for anyway? I don't fit into your world, your life" you replied to him.

His look seemed almost sad as he looked at you.

"I thought you knew that by now."

With a sigh, you turned your gaze away again, staring at the ruined candle in your hand.

"No, I don't" you spoke softly "You never tell me".

"Do I have to? Don't actions speak louder than words?"

" Seriously?" you asked a bit snarky "Which of your actions is it that is supposed to tell me this one particular thing?"

When he didn't answer, you stood up, but his hand shot up and tightened around your wrist like a vice.

"Don't go" he said almost in a whisper "I can't bear it if you go".

His voice trembled slightly, the composed, cool facade crumbling.

Silco grabbed your other wrist with his other hand and pulled you back down to him, close to him. Your faces were only a few inches apart when he said urgently, "I need you, Y/N!"

"Why?" you asked so softly he barely heard.

"Because I love you."

There they were, the three words, for the first time. It sounded honest, but you knew he was a good liar. But why would he lie about that?

He saw in your face that you were thinking.

"You're not saying anything," he remarked uncertainly.

You laughed softly and said, "Honestly, I'm surprised you actually said it."

Silco took a deep breath, took his hands off your wrists and cupped your face. He kissed you softly on your lips, finally leaned his forehead against yours and said, "Come home, little flower."

It had gotten darker, but you had only noticed that casually.You hadn't answered him yet because you weren't sure if it was what you wanted. It was raining cats and dogs, and the water was falling through the holey roof. Within moments you were both wet to the bone. The look he gave you, with his wet hair, the strands hanging lose in his forehead, made him look unusually vulnerable.

"Please," he finally said "Let's go home, together."

@puffball-lover554 @sparrow-rise

[rogue-durin-16]

THE RIGHT MOMENT

Summary: Y/n and George had been crushing on each other for too long, but neither of them said anything. They both were waiting for the right moment to do it, but with a war upon them, was there really such thing as 'the right moment'?

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

George Weasley: ———

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: injuries, blood, implicit beating

A/N: (dis bish long lmao) Idk what is this, I just wanted to do something for George. Bill and Fleur's wedding came to my mind and I was like, ok but what happened after the death eaters arrived? And this came out, so enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

I wasn't expecting to see her.

I had heard my mother mention her name whilst talking about the Order, and I knew she had befriended Fleur at the Triwizard Tournament, but seeing her apparate in our yard was... Well, surprising.

"Son, snap out of it!" My father called me out and I corrected my wand movement; I had almost messed up the canopy, and I blamed the way her dress and hair flew with the wind as she approached our home's entrance.

Fred walked to me the moment we had secured everything, glancing at the house before questioning, "am I delirious or that was Y/n?" with a knowing grin and an intent eyebrow wiggle.

As if taking a cue, we saw the girl coming out, now with a borrowed jacket on, making a beeline to us. "I'm... Pretty sure it's her." I replied, giving the girl a smile when she waved. "Morning, lady."

"Morning, gentlemen." Fred then turned around and stepped to her in order to give her a hug. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Indeed." I agreed, following my brother's lead and hugging Y/n; her arms were quick to wrap around my neck and shoulders and squeeze me tight; I would have sworn she let out a relieved sigh. "Fleur invited you?"

"Your mom, actually." Her reply left me puzzled. "I heard your night was... Eventful." She pointed at the bandages covering my ear with a worried look. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than last night." I replied, scratching the back of my neck.

"You sure, Georgie?" It was then that I remembered we weren't alone. "Last night he was feeling Saint-like." Y/n frowned in confusion. "Because he's holey." Fred pointed at his ear just like I had done the night before and I could feel my cheeks burning. "Get it?"

"Oh, no! it's sooo bad!" She laughed at the joke and a smile tugged the corners of my lips. "I think that's the lamest joke you've cracked." She pointed out.

"I know! I told him."

"Okay, I was bleeding out." I defended myself. "I think I'm allowed to crack a lame joke."

"Dunno, George, it was really bad." I threw my head back with a groan at Y/n's teasing. She waved at Fred, who said something about having things to do inside, and when my eyes landed on him over Y/n's shoulder, he mouthed a clear 'go for it'. "Tonks told me about Mad-Eye." She spoke again in a more serious note.

"You said it," the smile vanishing from my face. "Last night was eventful."

"When your mother told me you got hurt, I just... I got really scared." Her anxious words took me aback. "I went straight into the house to see you." The wind made her hair flow again, and I had to put my hands in my pockets to stop myself from tucking that bloody strand that kept getting in her face back behind her ear. "I was so happy you were out preparing stuff and not in there, unconscious in a bed."

"Well, I'm very happy to see you." I replied, my eyes digging into hers to make sure she knew how much I meant that. "Missed tons that smile of yours."

"I missed your lame jokes." I rolled my eyes at her response. Right after, she stepped forward and gently pulled me down; one of her hands holding onto my forearm, steadying her, while the other one cupped one of my cheeks so she could press a kiss to the other. "See you." And with that, she was off to greet the rest.

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"Do it."

"She's talking with Luna."

"Excuses." I puffed tired at Fred's reproach before taking a sip of my drink. "C'mon, you got absolutely nothing to lose."

"My dignity?"

"She fancies you!" I shook my head no. "How many times are you gonna have the opportunity to dance with her, Georgie? Stop being a twit."

"Not yet."

"Oi, have you seen Y/n?" Ron approached us, taking a seat by my side.

"It's the only thing he's seen." I pinched the bridge of my nose, unable to deny what my twin had just said. "Just do it." I groaned. "Okay, I'll do it."

"No!" I jumped up and tugged Fred down in the process. "Alright, I'll go."

READER'S P. O. V.

"Yeah, I was about to—"

I involuntarily let out a squeal when a hand tickled my side. "Hello, ladies." I spun my head to see George behind me. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but may I have this dance?"

Luna replied before I could. "You see, I was wondering how much time it'd take you to ask her." I turned as red as a beetroot; my only comfort was that the towering ginger's face was the colour of his hair. "I think I'm odd man out." She waved us goodbye and headed to see Harry.

"I reckon Luna is way too observant." He spoke, tugging my hand.

"Were you ogling me, Weasley?"

"Maybe." He came to a stop in the middle of the dancefloor and pulled me close. "Couldn't take my eyes off you." He confessed quietly.

As we swayed, I let my forehead land on his chest, savouring what I dreaded would be one of the last precious moments before everything went down.

"George?" He hummed, raising his brows as a prompt for me to talk. I took a deep breath and told myself that what I was going to say mattered little compared to whatever was looming over us. "I've been wanting to tell you this, but I just... Didn't find the right time." Our faces were mere inches away. "But I don't think I'll ever find the right time at this point so—"

I jolted, holding onto George, when a blue volute plunged into the tent; a Patronus.

It was not until Shacklebolt message was ending that I realized George's arms were around me, pulling me flush against his chest.

Both our hearts were hammering violently, and I was sure he could feel mine as clearly as I felt his.

When the Patronus vanished, panic began to spread. I noticed how my own breathing picked up. "Y/n." This time it was George the one calling my name; his whisper sounded so clear compared to everyone else's screams and cries. "If I don't say this out loud, I'll combust—"

"Y/N! GET DOWN!" Tonks's shouts snapped us out of it. We obeyed just in time to see a red hex flying over us, being stopped by Tonks herself.

George and I grabbed our wands and pulled each other back to our feet before joining the Order.

"FREDDIE!"

"LUNA!"

We parted ways, George making his way to reach his twin while I ran to a moderately tipsy Luna, who seemed to be struggling to find her father.

As soon as I made sure she was out of the picture, I jogged to help the twins, casting protection spells against two death eaters.

"STUPEFY!" I managed to take out the one attacking George, and he was quick to stun the one duelling his brother.

"Leave!" George tugged my hand, attempting to get me out of the canopy, his brother quickly rushing to their little sister.

"I'm not leaving!"

"Y/n—" I moved him out of the way to shield us from another hex. "Please— Flipendo!!" I saw another death eater flying away from us. "Shit!" George's hand gripped mine for dear life, making me back off with him to get back in when he realized it was too late for me to leave.

Soon enough it was just the Weasleys, Fleur and her family, Tonks, Lupin and me inside the tent, all back-to-back, surrounded by death eaters.

Corban Yaxley stepped out. "My apologies to disrupt the celebrations." he offered a fake apology to the newlyweds which was equally disgusting and scary. "Let's try by fair means." I knew my knuckles had gone white, given the strength with which I was gripping George's hand. "Where is Harry Potter?" He knew no one would speak. "Aight, by foul it'll be."

I looked around and I saw Molly and Arthur shielding Ginny; Bill and Fleur held onto each other; Lupin and Tonks pulled Fleur's sister and parents behind them; Fred gave a quick look at his twin before moving closer to us.

"Take them inside and register the house."

Soon we were being pushed into the Burrow, a bunch of death eaters before us ready to put all upside down.

We stayed quiet meanwhile, leaving out an occasional 'don't touch that' or a 'there's no need to break that' from Molly and Arthur.

"I reckon you won't find Harry in my grandma's glass cabinet, smart arse." We all turned to Fred, his mother giving him a pleading look.

"Maybe he's between the plates, Freddie," George jumped in, attempting to draw the attention off his brother. "You'll want to check the cutlery too, in case he's now a teaspoon." He suggested to Yaxley with a challenging look.

The death eater tilted his head to the side, as if he had noticed something worth of interest in George. "What happened to you?"

Everyone went livid.

"I fell downstairs." George replied through gritted teeth. His tone was full of what could be easily passed as anger, but by the way his hand was shaking, I reckoned it was fear.

Yaxley seemed to think for a second before turning to two of his mates. "Start with him, then the twin and we'll move on to—"

Before I knew what I was doing, my wand was out and hexing one of the guys that had tried to remove George from us.

"Take their BLOODY WANDS!" Yaxley stalked to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me away. "We'll start with you, miss."

"No! Wait, she doesn't know anything!" George tried in vain to persuade them, pushing through the death eaters in an attempt to get to me. I looked at him and shook my head no, already psyching myself up.

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They were rather quick, and not half as bad as I thought they would be. I was thrown back into the living room with only a shiner and the promise of bruised wrists.

It was enough for George to jump up; not to check on me, though, but to do something as stupid as my impulsive hexing.

"Okay, crippled," three death eaters grabbed him before he could do anything and dragged to the bathroom they had gotten me in. "your turn."

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He looked bad.

Molly was about to throw hands when we saw George leaving the bathroom; a cut on the cheek, a bloody nose, a black eye and by the way he flinched while walking, probably an injured rib.

But the worst was the red pooling the bandage around his head, and the way he was struggling to keep his hand off it.

"C'mon, blabber." It wasn't surprising when Fred willingly approached Yaxley and punched him strong enough to throw him down. "You know-” He got up, motioning at his minions so they would get Fred in. “that just made it worse."

I spared Molly an enquiring look, to which she replied with a nod; in an instant, I was gently pulling George to the settee. "Let me see..." I pursed my lips, tilting his head to the side so I could check his wound. A sigh left my lips, suddenly realizing I couldn't really take off the bandage in front of them. "Can you sit it up?" I whispered only for him to hear.

He nodded, his hand travelling up to mine, which rested on his cheek, to give it a reassuring squeeze. I didn't think twice about how wrong the timing was before leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My body moved forward by itself when she pulled back, attempting to chase her lips. I managed to stop myself when I remembered we were surrounded by death eaters and my family was right behind Y/n.

She then gave me a small smile and moved to grab a fresh towel from the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of my family's looks before she came back, ready to clean the blood on my face.

She aided Fred along with my mom; he bore the burnt along with me.

The sun was rising when Yaxley decided to leave. My father rushed to send a Patronus to the trio, and everyone felt a bit of relief and finally scattered through the Burrow. Ginny claimed she would take care of Fred, and she took my twin to our room.

"Now, let's check that." Y/n spoke, standing up so she could remove the damp bandage. "What happened?"

"He threw a punch and—" I hissed when the bandage left my ear, earning a concerned ‘sorry’ from Y/n. "The wound opened. It began to bleed, and they decided to stop." She only nodded, grabbing again the towel, now mildly red due to the blood it had cleaned. "That kiss was too short." I didn't even know how I managed to let that out.

She stopped, her eyes going up and down my body before inquiring, "want another one?"

"Please." She didn't need anything else for her soft lips to return to mines. This time it was one hell of a kiss, but my mouth chased them again when Y/n pulled away, only that this time her lips did return to mines for another short kiss. "Should I ask you on a date?"

"I doubt we'll be able to go on a proper date." We both chuckled; as sad as it sounded, it was true. "You can make me a coffee after I fix this, though."

"Gladly." I replied, my thumb caressing her cheek before bringing her to my lips one more time.

"FINALLY!" We both jumped at Fred's yelling. "It was about fucking time, really."

"Do you wanna get beaten up again?" Y/n harmlessly shoved my shoulder, hiding a laugh. "I just realized," I signalled my black eye and then hers. "We're matching."

"What a lovely way to match, is it not?" She replied, shaking her head with a smile on her face. “Come,” she caressed my cheek before carefully pulling me up. “I saw clean bandages over the sink.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Y/l/n,” her eyes travelled to my brother. “don’t you snog my brother in the lavatory where we just got beaten up.”

“Piss off, Fred.” She responded indifferent, pulling me with her into the bathroom, leaving the door completely open; she probably feared my mother would burst it open at the possibility of us doing inappropriate things in there.

“Yeah, piss off.” I agreed, siting down on the toilet so she could clean the wound. “She can snog me wherever she wants.” I added, muffling a laugh when Y/n cursed us both under her breath. “I’m sorry, love.”

“No, you’re not.” 

“No, I’m not.” I confessed with an amused grin.

“Why do I even fancy you?” She questioned, faking disappointment in herself.

“I’m very handsome?” I casually suggested, tilting my head for her to wrap the bandage without much difficulty. 

“Must be.” She agreed, leaning on to peck my lips. “Now where’s that coffee, sir?”

I got up, leading Y/n to the kitchen and instantly preparing the coffee pot. “It’s gonna be the best coffee you’ll ever taste.” I stated, as if it was a scientifical fact.

“Confident, are we?” she laughed, sitting on the counter besides me.

“Well, my four-year-long crush just kissed me.” I confessed. “So yeah, very.”

“Fred’s right.” I hummed, looking at her with an eyebrow raised as I handed her the coffee. “It was about fucking time.” We smiled at each other, way too widely for two people who had just gotten roughed up. We stayed next to one another in silence, looking through the window; I found the customary landscape particularly beautiful. 

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 15

Request: Yes or No

Nebula and Tonys friendship was v cute and we deserved to see Tony be a dad to her. This feels v short so I'm sorry

~

"Maybe some company will do you good, (Y/N)." Natasha said softly, rubbing your arm. You stayed silent, staring at the table. Rhodes had offered you your old room back but you couldn't give him an answer. Your gaze shifted to the glass of water, brows furrowing when the water in the glass began to move. Natasha followed your gaze.

"I'm not doing that." You said softly, glancing at her. Steve entered the room, heading towards the exit.

"Something's coming." He called. Rhodes and Bruce quickly followed him out. You stood up, doing the same. You walked out onto the field, seeing Pepper staring up at a ship. You watched the woman set it down, looking back at you all. Steve ran forward, helping Tony off the ship. Pepper sobbed, running forward as well. You turned, walking back towards the facility.

"Great, the douchebag survived." You muttered, opening the door and sitting back down. You knew loss would come with trying to save the world but you didn't expect to lose everyone you loved. Clint and Natasha were still around but they were grieving as well.

"(Y/N), this is Carol Danvers, a friend of Fury." Natasha said as she entered the room. You turned to look at the blonde, giving a small nod. You watched as Rhodes pulled up images of everyone who had been lost to catch Tony up. Your gaze dropped onto the table when you saw your friends images appear.

"World governments are in pieces. He did.. He did exactly what he was planning to do. He wiped out.. 50 percent of all living creatures." Natasha explained, voices getting softer. You took in a shakey breath, sitting up and glancing at everyone. You made eye contact with Tony. He was skinny and weak but he held sadness in his eyes.

"Is Barton..?" Tony trailed off.

"Clint survived... Laura and the kids are gone." You told him, voice threatening to crack. Tony inhaled deeply, nodding.

"Where is Thanos? Where is he now?" Tony asked, looking at Steve. Steve frowned.

"We don't know. He just.. Opened a portal and walked through." Steve said, staring down at the floor. Tony hummed, turning to look at Thor.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's pissed. He thinks he failed. Which, yeah he did but so did the rest of us." The talking raccoon, Rocket, said. You didn't have enough energy to question how a raccoon ended up in space, much less question how it could talk.

"Honestly, until this exact last second, I thought you were a build-a-bear." Tony said, looking at him.

"Maybe I am." Rocket muttered in a tired and defeated tone.

"Thanos has been missing for three weeks now. We've got nothing. Tony, you fought him."

"Who told you that? No, he wiped my face with a planet while the magician gave away the stone. That's what happened. There was no fight-"

"Okay, okay.. Did he give you any clues?" Steve asked. Tony blew some raspberries, shrugging. You sighed at his childish response.

"I had a vision. I didn't want to believe it.. Thought I was dreaming-"

"Tony, I need you to focus."

"-And I needed you. As in past tense. That trumps what you need. You know what I need?" Tony knocked over some glasses, standing up from his wheelchair. "I need to shave."

"Tony, Tony, stop." Rhodes approached him as Tony ripped off his IV needle.

"What we needed was a suit of armour around the world! Remember that? Whether it impacted our precious freedoms or not." Tony looked over everyone.

"Your project got Sokovia destroyed and ruined." You reminded him, finger running over the rim of the glass cup. Tony began stumbling as he argued with Steve, stumbling towards him. He ripped off the Arc reactor, putting it in Steve's hand before falling to the ground. He fainted afterwards so Rhodes and Steve got him to the medical unit.

"This is such a shitshow. I'm going home." You said, standing up and picking up the glass. Natasha turned towards you.

"Stay for a little longer-"

"For what? So I can be told nothing's gonna bring back by family? My best friends? I had nothing then I had something and now I have nothing again." You flinched when the cup shattered, pieces of glass and water landing on the ground. You sighed softly, taking the shards stuck in your skin out.

"Sorry. I'll clean this up." You mumbled, using your other hand to get the water off the floor. Carol blinked, watching in surprise. You opened one of the cabinets, pulling out the first aid kit. You turned your head when Carol stood beside you.

"Hey." You breathed out, running your hand under water to wash away some of the blood. Carol picked up the antibiotic cream, using a cotton ball to dab it onto your cuts. You didn't really feel like healing yourself.

"I'm sorry you lost so many people." She said quietly, picking up the bandages and wrapping them around your hand.

"Well, shit happens." You looked at your bandaged palm, sighing softly.

"I lost two best friends." Carol said, leaning against the counter.

"Nick and Monica, the daughter of a good friend." Carol looked at you, arms crossing.

"Sams' sister calls nonstop and I don't know what to tell her. She has two toddlers, both parents passed away, and she's a widow. How can I tell her that her older brother turned into dust and I couldn't do anything to save him? Dad and I can't even look at each other without noticing how empty the house feels. I wake up everyday hoping it was all a nightmare but then I don't hear Laura telling the kids to get up or Clint going on about teaching Lila archery." You looked away from her, eyes watering. Carol placed a gentle hand on your arm, giving it a light squeeze.

"You did what you could. What you have to do now is be there for the people who are still here. Your friends sister needs you. She needs someone familiar. Someone close to Sam and someone who was there in his last moments." Carol said, watching you.

"You'll never get back up if you keep knocking yourself down." She said softly. You let out a shakey sigh, nodding and sniffling. Carol offered you a napkin, patting your back before she walked away. You wiped away your tears and splashed some water on your face, patting your face dry. You turned and grabbed the broom and collector, taking care of the glass. You put the first aid kit away as Carol re-entered the room with Natasha and Steve following.

"Hey, we usually do things as a team here." Natasha said as Carol spun around to look at her.

"We realize up there is your territory but this is our fight too." Steve added.

"Do you even know where he is?" Rhodes asked, head tilting. Carol shrugged lightly.

"I know people who might."

"Don't bother." You looked at the blue android girl, Nebula.

"I can tell you where Thanos is." She revealed. The humans glanced at each other before gathering in the office to hear what she had to say. You leaned against the doorway, semi interested.

"Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me. When he worked he talked about his great plan. Even disassembled I wanted to please him.. I'd ask where we would go once his plan was complete. His answer was always the same." Nebula turned her head to look at everyone. "To the garden."

"That's cute. Thanos has a retirement plan." Rhodes mumbled as Rocket climbed onto the table, making a hologram of Earth appear.

"When Thanos snapped his fingers, Earth became ground zero for ridiculously high cosmic proportions. Nobody's ever seen anything like it." Rocket said, making the hologram change to a different planet.

"Until two days ago on this planet." Rocket motioned to the planet shown. Nebula nodded, leaning forward.

"He used the stones again." Natasha whispered. Everyones attention shifted onto the planet.

"You can count me out. I have a therapy session soon." You called, turning around and walking down the steps.

"You go to therapy?" Rhodes asked, brows furrowing as he turned to face you.

"Yeah, it's called napping."

~~~~~~~~~~

You entered the house, taking in a deep breath. Neither you or Clint dared clean up the place. Everything was left exactly how it had been left after Thanos snapped his fingers. You entered the livingroom, gaze landing on the metal on the ground. You sighed softly, picking up the monitor. Clint had broken it. Clint not following the rules of his house arrest was probably the least of the governments problems. You tossed it onto the couch, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge.

"Beer, beer, beer, leftovers, beer." You mumbled as you sorted through the fridge. You shut the fridge, looking at the drawings and pictures pinned to it with magnets. You swallowed, leaving the kitchen. You stepped over the Legos on the ground, going to the front door. You watched as Clint drew an arrow, shooting it at a target in the distance. All Clint did was practice. Probably to get his mind off things.

"Should I head into town for food?" You called out. Clint stayed silent so you took it as a no. You took out your phone, looking at the contact.

Sarah Wilson

You watched it ring, guilt creeping into your heart. You sighed, licking your lips and answering.

"Hello?"

"Oh, thank god! I've been trying to reach you for the past few weeks. I haven't heard anything yet about Sam and the others. How is Sam? Is he with you?"

"Sam.." You started, biting down on your lip as you shut your eyes. You let out a heavy sigh, taking a seat on the stairs.

"I should explain everything in person, Sarah. I'm not gonna make you wait until I get to Louisiana. Sam.. He, uh.. He didn't make it. I'm s-sorry." You sniffled, hearing a soft gasp leave Sarah.

"Oh, God.." She whispered.

"I-I'll stop by. I tell you everything but.. Sam.. Sam was a hero until the end." You said softly, hearing the kids in the background. You were relieved she wasn't completely alone.

"C-Could you just stay with me on the phone?" Sarah asked softly.

"Yeah, of course." You replied, answering her softly cry.

"What the hell am I gonna do now? Half the folks in town are gone and.." Sarah sniffled. You listened to her soft sniffles and sobs, sighing softly.

"I'm not gonna leave you, Sarah. Sam would have my head if I did." You smiled softly, hearing her chuckle.

"Thank you."

[erismerald]

𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 (Jacob Frye x reader) 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1

Hello, my lovely assassins, I've been away from writing for a while but I'm back! And I bring you a story of our beloved assassin Jacob Frye X F!reader, I don't know yet how many chapters this story will have but I hope you like it and have fun with it, I just want to remind you that I am open to requests if you want to send me a message!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Some fluff and Near Rape

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 3306

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

You just got off the plane, you look around you, a feeling of excitement and euphoria fills your chest in a comfortable warmth, your gaze fixed on the incredible sight you had, you are amazed, it was your first time in London, and since you were a little girl you wanted to visit that wonderful city, You listened to the bedtime stories your grandmother told you, about the city, about what happened before it became as free a city as it is now, since you were 5 years old you have tried countless times to convince her to come with you to London, it was just you two against the world, she raised you in place of your parents, since they never cared much for you and your well being, and now you had just turned 18, and on this school trip you finally have the chance to make your greatest wish come true, you were so excited that it was hard to breathe, until you felt a hand lightly resting on your shoulder, it was your best friend F/n, she was looking at you with a huge smile, she knew how much you had asked your nanny to allow you to make this trip, In fact, you smiled as you remembered the conversation you had with her:

𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌

"Ahm nanny, can I talk to you? "You said leaning against the frame of the glass door of the living room, the atmosphere around you, was nostalgic, you loved the rain and the cold, your grandmother was sitting in a small brown armchair, old with time, in front of the big fireplace, the glass roof that both of you had built some summers ago allowed you to see the rain falling, even during the night, it was really calming, in her fragile hands was a book, you knew that book well "Ah that book ...." You approached slowly, and like a child you sat on the carpet looking at your grandmother with a gentle but mysterious smile.

"I know that look my dear, do you want to tell me something?" she asked already knowing what your look meant, you sighed through your nose and gave her permission for the trip "Y/n...." she said with a sweet smile, but before she could say something disapproving, you interrupted by putting both your hands on her lap on top of the book.

"Nanny you have told me so many stories about that city, why don't you let me explore, I.... I have saved enough money to be able to afford the trip, besides F/n will be there with me, can I go? I promise to draw everything I see, to show you nanny, but I want to find out who I am, so far I don't know where I belong..." you said sadly, it was true, you had a family legacy that tormented you for nights on end, your grandmother said it was a brotherhood that helped people but in your view they stole people's lives, to protect? It wasn't right, and you never accepted it, and preferred to believe it was just another bedtime story made up by your grandmother to make you a stronger person.

"Y/n... I wouldn't deny it dear, I encourage you to go, I'm too old to keep you here, besides it's only a month, what could go wrong? I just want you to be careful, and not to be fooled by anyone, and take this" she got up from the chair and walked to a wooden box hidden in the shelf, from there she took out a necklace, made with a coin? "This necklace belonged to a very important person, one that you know and that will make you know a better world and discover who you finally are" she gave you the necklace with a smile and let you enjoy it on your fingers.

"Who did it belong to?" you asked, curious about the small necklace that had been handed to you.

"Jacob Frye. That necklace belonged to Jacob" She said would be, but confident, you laughed a little, she looked at you confused.

"Nanny, you know I don't believe in bedtime stories anymore, Jacob Frye and Evie Frye are just characters in your stories, that you told me to put me to sleep, but they didn't exist but thank you for giving it to me, I will wear it proudly, even if it didn't belong to Jacob, it belonged to you and that's worth a lot, and Thank you for letting me go, I'll be eternally grateful," You said kissing her hand and smiling at her "Well now, how about I make you some tea and you read me some of your book of tales, remind me who was who?" she laughed and nodded, watching you disappear into the darkness that surrounded you.

𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌

"So excited huh?" she smiled and put her arm over your shoulder, as you laughed a little, it was a strange but warm feeling that you were in a place you had dreamed of so much.

"Of course, I am, you've seen the atmosphere! Can you imagine the adventures we'll have in a month here? I'm so excited I can feel my body energetic, I want to know, I want to visit, being here is just a demonstration that my journey to find out who I am, is going to go well!" you said excitedly as you picked up your bag and moved it to your classmates.

"I like seeing you like this, ever since you found out you were coming here, you've talked about nothing else" she laughed, you smiled shyly, grabbing the necklace your grandmother had given you before you left

"Where does that necklace come from anyway? Did your grandmother explain it to you?" F/n asked as she sat in front of you waiting for the teachers and the rest of the class to arrive.

"Well, she told me it would be useful to me in my future, I didn't quite understand, she said it belonged to one of the Frye twins, the ones she tells in the bedtime stories when we were little" you explained watching and twirling the pendant chained around your neck.

F/n smiled and thought for a moment before speaking, she seemed amused in her own thoughts, it was funny to see her like that you thought to yourself as you heard the teachers calling you to go to the bus.

"Do you think it could be true?" She asked getting up, and following the others, you stopped for a small moment, looked at the necklace, and smiled, Nah... it couldn't be true, could it? Since you were little you knew the story of the Frye brothers, their fight to save London from corruption, their adventures, your nanny loved to tell you those stories when you were younger, when she left the room you stayed awake for hours looking at the stars in the sky, closing your eyes and trying to feel the emotion they had, they were your heroes, you always admired them, but they were just bedtime stories, right? it couldn't be true, maybe your grandmother just said that to remind you of old times? You shake your head and go on your way.

*Time skip*

When you arrived at the hotel you were informed that you were going to make a night tour of the streets of London, you couldn't be more excited, you looked at F/n and she noticed your look immediately.

"I know that look," she said a bit teasingly "tell me what do you want to go and see?" you grabbed her hand and stormed out of the room "ahm calm down young lady, you are going to rip my arm off" you laughed a bit as you got into the elevator.

"You know I'd like to go see Big Ben at night and walk around there, what do you think? we could have dinner nearby, I want to draw the streets at night, to show my grandmother" you answered, going through the small backpack you had, confirming that you had everything there, pencils... sketchbook... wallet... watercolors... phone... you got scared when you heard F/n calling you, you were too lost in your thoughts.

"Hello? land call Y/n I've been calling you for 5 minutes" she looked at you with an amused smile on her face, you looked forward and finally noticed that you had arrived embarrassed, you looked to the side and smiled trying to disguise it "Come on let's go I'm hungry" she pulled you out of the hotel while signaling for a taxi.

As you walked through the streets of London, you imagined what it must have been like in 1850, you were always connected to history and literature, you loved to draw and your grandmother always fascinated you with her stories and her adventures here in London, it was here that she had met your grandfather, would the future also await you with unexpected adventures and romances?

*A few hours later

You were in a cafe near the big ban drawing the environment around you, in a way it seemed magical, it seemed that it wasn't real, you sighed happily while you put back the watercolors and your notebook in your bag, you looked at F/n and a group of friends that were with you.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back!" you said, getting up and picking up your backpack, heading for the cafe's bathroom.

"Okay, try not to take too long, we'll be going to the hotel soon" F/n warned you as you walked away.

The bathroom was very rustic, it looked like it was from 1880, that was an interesting thing, when you finished doing what you had to do, you went to the small sink and looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair was tied up in a clumsy bun, and your eyes were more sparkling than usual, a small shade of pink adorned your face, you felt free, inspired, you were ready to have this adventure.

you made a little shell with your hand and took some water on your face to refresh it, when you looked in the mirror you saw a shadow behind you and the light had failed for a few seconds, suddenly you looked back afraid, but... there was no one there, could you have imagined it? Were you so tired that you imagined someone behind you? You took a deep breath, picked up your backpack and headed back to your friends' side, but something unexpected happened, when you left the cafe the atmosphere had changed, it didn't even look like the same cafe you had visited, the people were dressed in an old way, they spoke old English, what had happened? You felt fear invading your mind a little, still quite confused, you approached the bartender in an attempt to get an answer, but he seemed a little surprised to see you, he looked at you from top to bottom, with a disapproving look.

"ahm sorry, but what happened to the cafe? And did you happen to see a group of students on the outside terrace, do you know where they went?" He looked perplexed by what you had said.

"I'm sorry miss but, who are you? and what are those clothes you are wearing? And the student girl? I don't know where you come from but I don't want prostitutes or liars in my pub, if you can get out of here, I would appreciate it" you looked at him outraged, what does he meant by a prostitute? Clothes? Ahm you were really lost, but you respected the gentleman's answer and left, when you left you got an even bigger shock, the environment had changed, there were no cafes, the streets were badly illuminated, the people dressed differently, feeling a wave of fear invading your body you started to run like crazy, looking for someone who could help you, after many panicky minutes and without getting any answer you just sat down in an alley and started to cry, where are you? How could you have stopped there? Not even 10 minutes ago you were with your friends, and now you were alone.

You felt the raindrops wet your body and taking advantage that the rain disguised your tears, you hugged your body and tried to breathe, doubts and fears went through your subconscious until you heard the footsteps of someone approaching you, a feeling of hope invaded you but was soon replaced by fear.

"Hey there doll, want some company for tonight?" a man in his forties approached you, and crouched down beside you, he looked you up and down and examined your body, you tried to get up but he pulled you down and pinned you against the wall.

"You look strange, you don't look like you're from here... but I don't care, you'll do for tonight," he said trying to remove your clothes, you screamed and cried, while that pig undressed you and pinned you to the cold wall, the memories of your grandmother, your friends passed in your eyes while you felt your body being abused, you wanted to escape, you wanted to go home, you weren't ready for this... you should never have come .... out of nowhere you felt his body leave yours, he had fallen unconscious on the floor, you looked forward and saw another man, this one looked to be in his early 20's, his costume was different more hidden, he looked at you and helped you to pull yourself together, when you finally finished you looked up at him, his almond colored eyes bewitched you, he put his thumb on your face wiping the tears that were falling.

"I... I don't know... help me..." You fell to your knees on the ground but your body was held by the mysterious man who had saved your life, you felt safe and somehow protected in his embrace, but you weren't strong enough not to cry once again.

"Shhh love, it's ok" he hugged you tightly and pulled you closer to him "You look a little heated, do you have somewhere to stay?" His voice was husky but mesmerizing, but you couldn't answer as you had collapsed in his arms passed out, the fear, the cold, the pain had overcome the last thing you heard was him asking your name.

𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒃 𝒑𝒐𝒗

With a sigh the assassin took your face lightly, noting every feature of your face, his eyes slid down your body, it was true what he had heard, the rumors that there was a strange traveler roaming the streets was true, but your clothes looked nothing like what he had seen so far.

The rain fell on your bodies, he was afraid you would get sick, even though he didn't know you he couldn't leave you on the street after what had happened, in one movement he gently picked up your body and took your backpack, and went towards the streets calling for a carriage to take you to the station to take refuge on the train, and take care of you.

Getting into the carriage slowly, so you wouldn't be woken up, not that it would be possible to wake you up because you were fainting from exhaustion, but to prevent it, Jacob put your body on top of his, and with his coat wrapped around you, to warm you up.

"Evie will freak when she sees me... what the-" Jacob stopped his words as his gaze was drawn to the necklace that adorned your neck "How come she has this?" he said holding the necklace in his fingers and looking intensely at you "You really are an unexpected traveler."

The streets of London were bustling, the fight against Crawford Starrick, had not been won yet and there was still a long way to go, but still the streets of London was mesmerizing and agitated, the rain was a strange charm of the city, Jacob knew the streets well, he spent most of his time on the streets freeing people from the clutches of the templar.

But he was curious about this strange traveler, during the early evening some Rooks had told him about this mysterious girl who desperately asked crazy questions to people, some even theorized that she had escaped from some asylum, but Jacob had to see with his own eyes this strange girl who had stopped the city with her unusual appearance.

When he arrived at the station, he saw Grennie carrying some boxes of groceries into the train, and when he approached him with a girl in his arms, Henry ran to meet him helping him out.

"What the hell have you been doing now Jacob? Who this girl?" Henry placed his palm over her face, the heavy breathing and the heat she was eradicating were just signs of a strong fever "This girl is burning up we need to get her to a doctor" He said trying to pick up your body but Jacob refused.

"I am sorry my dear Grennie but unfortunately we can't take her to a doctor, she isn't from around here... I found her because of rumors of a strange traveler in town, but I didn't believe it until I saw her lying on the ground with a Blighter on top of her undressing her, the poor thing was terrified, I couldn't leave her there, but look at the way she looks" Jacob removed his coat a little from over you revealing the clothes your real look. "I don't know where she is from but inside her bag, there is some evidence that she isn't from here, I think it might be useful to us, on our mission... just..." Jacob looked at grennie's face with an abandoned puppy dog look.

"I...I don't know Jacob, Miss Evie will freak out about it, but since she might be useful, we can try to wait until she wakes up so we can ask her who she is" Jacob smiled at the answer, Henry opened the door to Jacob's wagon and helped him lay your body down on the small couch, where Jacob use for sleeping.

"Jacob I just got some news... What is going on here?" Evie said abruptly entering the "room" she looked at Jacob with a disapproving look, she walked over to your body examining you, you are burning up with fever.

"She was helpless with a Blighter on top of her doing God knows what, I wasn't going to leave her there alone, besides she's sick, I felt obligated to bring her here, besides Evie.... She is the girl of the rumors, if what they say is really true that she is not from here, she can be useful to us in this fight." Evie stood up and faced Jacob, she knew he was right but she didn't want to admit it, she knew well that her brother sometimes acted before he thought but at this moment he had the right thing to do.

"We'll take care of her until she recovers and we can get answers from her, we won't leave her on the streets, it's really dangerous, but try to consult me before you bring anyone else here, remember that we have a mission to accomplish, and "personal feelings, can compromise the mission" ". Evie said stroking your hair, "Now both of you get out of here, we can't let her sleep in her wet clothes or she'll get even sicker, and Mrs. Green can call a private doctor to come here to examine her?" Evie smiled sweetly in Henry's direction, who replied just as sweetly, walking off with Jacob, leaving you and Evie alone.

[phalene33]

Choptop x Kat (OC) Part 2

Nubbins is alive in well in this story btw.

Warning: Mention of sexual things

Choptop and I had a wonderful time together, and because he agreed to give me the album after I came to one of his band practices, I decided to drive him home. I was immediately greeted by Drayton who mentioned that I said I would have dinner with them. I got out of the car and walked inside with the two brothers. What I noticed first was a rather large man who nervously sat at the dinner table. His mask looked different but I shrugged it off knowing my own since of style isn't the norm either.

We had a nice dinner together, and I could tell that Choptop's twin brother was just as energetic as he was. At one point he got up and chased me around the house. What was the reason? Don't know but Drayton took care of him. After dinner I was about to leave, but I was pulled into a living room. Decorated with suspicious looking bones. Choptop told me they were from a Halloween store. I don't know how much I actually believe it, but it's the only normal reasoning they would have them.

Choptops younger brother, who I found out was named Bubba, put in a movie for us to watch. The movie was called "Tangled". "Ugh not this one again, come on Bubba does she look like the kind of girl who would want to watch this crap." Drayton grumbles off and looks over at me. "Oh my little sister Link loves this movie. I don't mind watching it with you guys." I give Bubba a reassuring smile. Drayton just groaned again and kept quiet. As the movie played Choptop would mention something about each scene. He especially liked the music bits and we both sang along together at those parts.

"R-Rapunzel should have k-killed that bitch sooner." I chuckle to myself. "Maybe you should make a parody movie so she can kill mother Gothel sooner." He looks at me and smiles. "I w-would be a very p-pretty princess." "I'd bang you whether or not you were a prince or a princess." I focus my attention back to the movie. "H-he so wants t-to fuck R-Rapunzel." I roll my eyes at his comment. "Bobby this is a children's movie." "S-so what?" I heard an auditable sigh come from Drayton. "Would ya shut up and watch the damn movie?! And stop saying such dirty things around our guest." "Oh sh-she don't care! R-Right Kat?" I just shrug and ignore them both.

For the most part Nubbins was quiet. I think it was mostly because he didn't care for the movie. But some scenes he was quiet interested in what was going on. "Th-The f-fuck boy is g-going to die! Yes! Yes! W-wait?! No! D-Don't save him!" Bubba was quiet emotionally invested in this movie which I found was cute. He would gasp whenever something intense happened and would squeal in happiness when a romantic scene was on. Speaking of romantic scenes. Chop put his arms around me when the first one came on. But after that things got too intense between us whenever Flynn and Rapunzel were doing their thing. Chop would not stop trying to kiss me. I knew this man for about 2 days and I've never met anyone who was this quick to get into a relationship. As the good girl I was I'd push him away everytime he would pull me in for a kiss. Eventually I settled on letting him kiss my cheek because I'm a people pleasure and I could tell Bubba would get happy when Chop kissed me.

After the movie I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. "Eh I'll see you guys later I better head home." I stand up about to leave but arms behind me grabbed my waist and pulled me into them. "H-Have dinner w-with us again th-this Friday. L-lets hang out t-tomorrow a-also." I nod and gave Chop my phone number and agreed to have dinner with them again.

The rest of the week Choptop would not stop calling me. Even late at night when I was trying to go to sleep. Sometimes I wouldn't be able to hear what he's talking about because he would have his radio blasting in the background. So I figured he just wanted to hang out with me. I call him up on Thursday and ask him to come over to my place to hung out. He sounded really excited. Not even 30 minutes later I could see his truck driving quickly down my driveway. No wonder the damn engine overheated.

I sigh getting up and open the door. Choptop was already at the door. "Hey Choptop, come in, we can listen to music together and talk." "O-Okay!" Choptop runs to my couch and turns on the radio that was on the nearby table. "D-Do women e-ever look at their b-boobs in the m-mirror?" I set next to him. "I don't personally nor have I seen anyone else do that." Choptop think about this for a minute then continues. "H-How many sex t-toys do you h-have?" I look at him for a second. "What? Uhh that's none of your business you.. Umm... British teeth looking ass." Choptop gives me a confused look and scratches his plate. "Wh-What do you do for fun?" "I like doing art related things such as drawing and painting. I make pin designs and I do some sculpting with air dry clay. I'll take up any artistic hobby as long as I find an interest in it." Choptop gets really excited once he heard this. "C-Could you make m-me a Iron B-Butterfly pin?!" I smile to myself. "Of course, would you like me to make you another pin?" "Y-Yes please, make one for me b-but don't tell me what it i-is, I wanna find out when I-I get it." I nod and pat him. "Alright well I'll do that for you." Choptop hugs me tightly. "Th-Thank you, a-and I'll make something for you too."

A day later Choptop showed up at my house again. He seemed to be hiding something behind his back. "Hey I finished your pins." I hand him the Iron Butterfly pin and another pin that looked tie dyed. "I-I drew you something, i-its not p-perfect but I-I worked hard on i-it."

I look at the picture and smile. "Aww I love it it's so cute, I'll hang this up on my wall in my bedroom." I hug Choptop tightly as he hugs back. "Th-Thanks, a-and don't forget y-your having d-dinner with me a-and my family tonight." I nod in understanding and take Choptop to my couch where we talk about whatever pops up in his head.

Part 2 is finally done. I'll do a part 3 if I decide I want to continue this or if someone asks for one.

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Chapter Nine: Sleep Peacefully

(Image not mine)

Rated: PG

~What story should I tell? Will it end happy, will it turn out well? What dreams do I own? Can I call any place my home?

And I rock myself to sleep, and I tell myself "don't get caught too deep" 'Cause I know by now, you're here for me.

And I tell myself "move along" and I tell myself "you were all wrong" But I know by now, wrong was right for me.

I'll sleep peacefully~

The black paved road of the near-empty highway stretched out in front of us, a stark contrast to the piles of glittering snow that the snowplows had pushed off the street. We had been on the road for 9 hours and were now somewhere in Iowa. The area we were now driving through was so much brighter than Copper Harbor ever was. There wasn't so much as a cloud to be seen in the sky. The last few orange rays of light from the setting sun sprinkled across the landscape as it dipped below the horizon, glittering and reflecting off hills blanketed in white. The sight almost hurt my eyes. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Whipping out my phone I snapped as many pictures as I possibly could, though I knew they would never do justice to the spectacular view.

The sun sank lower and lower and eventually vanished beneath the horizon. Then the stars came out. Scattered across the black velvet sky, they were so numerous it seemed impossible. I could see the differences in colors and size, and I could trace the shape of the Milky-Way. There were no trees or streetlamps lining the Iowa highway and it felt as if I was swimming through inky blackness, like I was swimming between the stars. The glittering lights were so bright and so close. It was special sort of magical.

I rested my elbows on my knees and my head between my hands and stared out the windshield at the beautiful black expanse. On my right, Castiel copied my position.

"Jack tells me you like the stars," he said. Upon hearing his name, Jack briefly looked to me and smiled before turning his gaze back to the window. I had been drifting in and out of conversation with various partners throughout the car ride.

"I do, I love them," I kept my voice soft and my answer simple, "I've never seen so many at once before. I don't think I'll ever get used to it." Castiel smiled softly.

"You know, I am several billion years old, and I am still baffled by the magnificence of this universe. Sights like this, they never get old." I turned my head away from the bright lights in the sky to look at the angel beside me.

"Have you been up there?"

He nodded.

"Yes, I have."

"What's it like?"

Castiel sighed in a melancholy sort of way. I could see the reflection of all those stars gleaming in his eyes.

"It's more beautiful than you can imagine."

I nodded and gazed back out at view of the heavens.

"I wish I could live up there."

Castiel chuckled.

"Someday you might. Who knows what will happen?" He said.

"Yeah."

"However," he added, "As for right now, I think you need to get some rest."

"Nah, sleep is for the weak." At that moment I yawned, emphasizing my point. Dean glanced at me in the rear-view mirror.

"We can pull off and stop at a motel overnight if you need some sleep," He offered. I shook my head and tried to blink away my sleepiness.

"Don't stop on my account! I can sleep in the car," I insisted.

"You sure?" Dean asked. I gave him a thumbs up.

"Oh yeah. I actually sleep better in cars, if you can believe it. Something about the noise and the motion puts me to sleep like a baby, I'm all good." For once I told the truth. I really did sleep better in cars.

"Okay, as long as you're comfy, we've got about eight more hours till' we get there." Dean turned down the volume on whatever album we'd been listening to all day. I'd never been a fan of rock music, but some of Dean's songs weren't that bad.

"We'll try to be quiet for you, Marty," Sam said. I yawned again and rubbed my eyes.

"Thanks guys, for everything. Honestly, I can't even remember the last time I had a good night's sleep."

"You're welcome, kid. This is what we do. Now shut your eyes." Dean mock commanded. I rolled them instead and turned to Jack.

"Jack?" I said to get his attention.

"Hm?"

"What are your feelings on being used as a pillow?" Jack's face was painted with all shades of confusion.

"I-I don't, um, I-" He tried to answer but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"I'm just kidding," I explained. "You don't have a choice in the matter!"

I grabbed his arm and tugged it around my shoulders so I could lay my head on his chest. Jack's entire body stiffened, and he looked to Cas with an expression that said 'Help me, she's doing something weird. Tell me what to do'. Castiel merely shrugged and in the front seat Dean snorted. I chuckled and waited for Jack to shift around a bit and get comfortable before I closed my eyes.

"You're a comfy pillow," I remarked.

"Um, thank you?"

I couldn't see his face, but Jack sounded extremely confused. I decided then that I needed something to hold on to. It took me a few moments to feel around for his arm but when I found it, I gripped his hand and held it up.

"This is mine now."

Wrapping his arm around my waist, I tangled our fingers together and smirked when I felt Jack chuckle and wrap his other arm around me in a way that was friendly and natural.

"If this keeps up, I think we're gonna have to have a talk with Jack about a thing or two." I heard Dean whisper to Sam.

"I heard that."

"Shut up, Mcfly. You're supposed to be sleeping." He scolded, teasingly. I kept my eyes closed but stuck out my tongue at him. I smiled when I heard him laugh.

"Goodnight, guys."

"Goodnight." Dean, Sam and Cas chimed together.

"Sweet dreams, Marty," Jack whispered.

With that, I let myself slowly drift into oblivion's velvet embrace.

***

"Is she asleep, yet?" Dean asked in a whisper, peering in the mirror at the sleeping girl.

"Um, I'm not sure." Jack craned his neck in an effort to find out, but he just couldn't tell.

"I'm trying, Mom," Marty mumbled into Jack's chest. That made him grin.

"From that I'd say, she's close."

"I'm not your mom, Marty," Dean sighed.

"Sorry, dad." She murmured. Dean just shrugged.

"Well, that's a little closer I guess," He said, his lips twitching with a tiny smile.

"Say, Jack, when's the last time you slept?" Sam asked, turning in his seat to face Jack who's face scrunched up as he thought about his answer.

"Four days ago, I think." He replied. Now that he thought about it, Jack realized just how tired he was.

"Dude. Sleep. Now." Dean ordered. Jack blinked a few times and yawned.

"No, I can wait." He yawned again.

"Jack..." Cas pressed.

"I can't go to sleep yet," Jack insisted.

"Why not? Marty back there did it just fine," Dean said.

"Gimmie back my socks, Biden," Marty mumbled.

"See? Out like a flickering lightbulb." Dean joked.

"No, you don't get it. I can't go to sleep, she's right here. She'd think I'm weird or something." Jack worried.

"Well, you're not exactly normal, Jack." Cas muttered under his breath.

"Look, she's the one sleeping on you kid." Dean paused, glancing at the others in the car. "That came out wrong. The point is, she clearly doesn't know the meaning of personal space. Just go for it." He finished, refocusing on the road.

"What do you mean?" Jack asked. Dean's eyeroll was nearly audible.

"Go to sleep, Jack. She ain't gonna care."

Jack nodded.

Snow began to fall on the roof of the Impala with a tip, tip, tipping noise as Jack rested his head atop Marty's. Her hair was soft under his cheek and he matched his breathing with the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

"I love that sound," She sighed, in her half-asleep stupor. Jack guessed she was referring to the sound of the falling snow.

"Me too," he whispered, closing his eyes and drifting off to the same place as the girl beside him.

***

"Jack."

...

"Jack!"

...

"You have got to be kidding me... JACK!"

Jack woke with a start. Blinking rapidly, he attempted to make sense of the world around him. Confusion washed over him as he could have sworn, he had fallen asleep in the Impala next to Marty. But he wasn't there anymore. In fact, he wasn't sure where he was.

Everything was white. The walls, the ceiling, the floor. Well, actually this place didn’t really seem to have walls or a ceiling or a floor. It was all just white, stretching off forever. Behind Jack somebody coughed.

"Behind you," They said, sounding rather annoyed.

Jack turned around slowly and cautiously. Standing in front of him now stood Marty. Her tiny hands on her slim hips and her face twisting into a frown that was somehow amused and annoyed at the same time. She raised her eyebrows at him, and her foot tapped rapidly on whatever surface it was that they seemed to be standing on.

"Heya, Jack." Marty smirked.

Jack's eyes shifted nervously left and right. His hand reached up on its own accord to rub at the knot he felt in his chest. He got the distinct impression that something here wasn't right. He planned to figure out what was going on as soon as he could determine where exactly 'here' was.

"Don't worry Jack, it’s just us. Or, I should say, it’s just you," Marty said, clarifying and confusing things for Jack at the same time. Jack shifted his gaze back to the girl in front of him.

"Where are we?" He asked, his brows drawing together. Marty smiled at him pleasantly.

"We're inside your head!" She answered.

"What?" Jack wondered how she could answer his question while giving him so many more at the same time. She giggled a bit at his confused expression. Spreading her arms like wings, she spun in a circle.

"Look around, Jack! It’s so big! You should be proud!" She stopped spinning to grin at him. The line between Jack's eyebrows and his confusion were deepening quickly. Marty tapped her chin and looked upward with a smirk, as if thinking about something. "But we really should both be proud." She mused.

"Marty, what's going on? Are you okay?" Jack took a step towards the girl reaching his hand out. Marty flicked her eyes up and down between him and his outstretched hand, her expression darkened. She held up her hands in a defensive gesture as she took a few sauntering steps back.

"First of all, I'm not Marty," She stated, evenly. Jack's position instantly switched from inviting to aggressive. He bent his knees and widened his stance, shifting his weight onto the balls of his feet, readying himself for a fight.

"Who are you?! Where is she?! What did you do to her?!" He demanded. His eyes pulsed with an orange light as he prepared to use his powers. The person in front of him, who apparently wasn't Marty, put a hand on her chest, gasping with obvious mockery.

"You wound me, Jack! You're not even going to ask who I am? I thought we were better friends than this." She closed her eyes and shook her head, sighing in an obnoxious and sarcastic way. Jack wasn't having any of this thing's games. He clenched his teeth and raised his hand threateningly.

"Where's Marty?" He growled, trying his best to imitate Sam, Dean, or Cas when they were in similar positions. The not-Marty just rolled her eyes, like she was bored.

"Yeah, no. We ain't doing that in here." She frowned, waving her hand simply. Jack scowled and tried to blast her back with his power, but he abruptly realized that he couldn't. Nothing was happening. She had taken his powers away. His eyes snapped open wide and he stared at his hand. Now he was the one taking a few steps back.

"W-what? I-" Jack stuttered. The not-Marty crossed her arms and leaned back on her heels, taking on a much more relaxed position.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot here, Jack. Can we start over?" She tilted her head and smiled pleasantly at him before sitting cross-legged on the ground. Jack nodded at her with a distrusting expression but hesitantly copied her position.

"Thank you, Jack. I'm sorry about the attitude earlier, it's just that, with this form you gave me, her personality and came with it and then there was your expectations and perception to deal with, so I had to battle through that. I'm very sorry, but I think we're all good now."

Jack was struck by just how pretty the pleasant smile on her face was and had to remind himself that it wasn't really Marty.

"What do you mean? Who are you?" He asked, expecting another vague and confusing answer. The girl giggled, her laugh sounded exactly like Marty's bubbling, wind chime laugh.

"I'm you, Jack!" She replied, brightly.

"No, you're not- you can't- how can you be me? I don't understand," Jack shook his head, bewildered. The girl giggled again.

"I'm not you you, of course. I'm your conscience! Or your sub-conscious or whatever, really." Jack didn't know what to say. Not-Marty leaned forward as if to tell him a secret. "Ya remember what I said about us being inside your head?" She reminded him.

"So, this is a dream?" He asked. She nodded.

"You could call it that, yes. So, you don't have to worry about Marty. When you wake up, she'll be right were you left her, safe, sound, and all cuddled up in your arms." She wrapped her arms around herself, jokingly. Jack nodded, sighing with relief, now he could figure out the rest of this weirdness.

"If you're my conscience, why do you look like Marty?" Was his next question. The girl claiming to be his conscience shrugged.

"You were thinking about her when you fell asleep. It's that simple." Jack nodded slowly.

"This is confusing," he stated. The girl just nodded.

"It is. Let's make it a little less confusing, shall we?" She stretched her hand out for him to shake, "I'm not Marty so how bout' you call me Cricket?"

"Why Cricket?"

"Like Jiminy Cricket! From Pinocchio!" She cheered. Jack took her hand and shook it firmly, still not completely sure he trusted all she was saying.

"Hello Cricket, it's nice to meet you?" He said, more as a question than a statement.

"It's nice to meet you too, Jack!" Cricket giggled for a moment before sobering up in a snap, "But we need to have a talk," She said, her voice grave.

"About what?" Asked Jack, carefully. Cricket chuckled at his apprehensive tone.

"Relax kiddo, it's not like I'm mad at you!" She reassured him.

"Then why am I here? What do we need to talk about?" Cricket frowned; her expression dark.

"We need to talk about Marty," She said. Jack narrowed his eyes.

"What about Marty?"

"There's something off about that girl, but I don't know what it is," Cricket answered.

"Why not?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Well, if you don't know, then I don't know, and we don't know!" She he exclaimed.

"Oh."

"But I'm telling you, all five-foot-two of this," Cricket gestured at Marty's body, "Isn't what it seems." Jack frowned.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, Martina is dangerous," Cricket deadpanned.

"No! She's my friend! She's not dangerous!" Jack protested. Cricket raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Really? How much do you actually know about her? You don't even know her full name," She pointed out, her voice harsh. "She's keeping secrets, Jack."

"No."

"Don't make me the villain here, Jack. You're making me the villain, I'm not!"

"Stop! Get out of my head!" Jack shouted.

"Jack, listen to me. I'm you and I'm trying to protect us!" Jack scrambled to his feet, shaking his head.

"I don't believe you!" The girl in front of him stood too.

"If you won't listen to me, then maybe you'll listen to mom." Then Marty was gone. Standing in her place was Kelly Kline.

"Mom?" Jack whispered he couldn't stop himself inching forward. Kelly opened her arms.

"Jack! Please listen to me, you can't trust that girl. I know she's your friend, but you need to look-" Jack cut her off.

"You're not real!" He said, backing away. In an instant, Kelly was gone, and Cricket came back.

"Fine, suit yourself." Cricket's glared was ferocious and her voice was cruel. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

Jack blinked and when he opened his eyes, Cricket was gone.

***

"We should probably wake em' up," Sam whispered as the Impala rounded the turn off on the dirt road that led to the bunker.

"Wait! Cas, do me a favor," Dean said passing his phone to the angel in the back seat, "take a picture of those two." Jack and Marty were still fast asleep. The only thing that had changed in eight hours on the road was that Marty had grabbed a hand full of Jack's shirt. Taking the phone from Dean's hand, Cas snapped three pictures of the sleeping duo.

"Here." He passed the phone back to Dean who took his eyes off the road to observe the pictures.

"Awesome." Dean grinned. "These are going in the black-mail folder."

"In the what?" Sam asked.

"The black-mail folder, Sammy. You don't have one?"

"Uh, no."

"Your loss," Dean shrugged, turning his attention back to driving. The car was quiet for a few minutes.

"So, what's in the black-mail folder?" Sam asked after a bit. Dean smirked at his brother.

"You'll find out," He said, ominously, "Next time I want something, you'll find out."

Sam decided in that moment that he did not want to find out what was in Dean's black mail folder. As the bunker came into view, Castiel reached over and shook the shoulders of the sleeping pair next to him.

"Jack, Marty, we're here," Cas urged, gently. Jack eye's opened and he blinked the tiredness from them, his neck was stiff, so he stretched it out. Marty, however, did not wake nearly as easily.

"Martina." Cas shook her shoulder again.

"Hmm?"

"Wake up."

"Five more minutes." She murmured. Jack chuckled at her antics.

"Marty, wake up. We're home." Marty's big grey eyes fluttered open and she turned her head to look up at Jack.

"Home?" She sighed.

"Yeah, home," Jack said. Marty sat up and yawned, stretching her arms and rubbing her eyes.

"Home sounds pretty good."

~What story should I tell? Will it end happy? Will it turn out well? What dreams do I own? Can I call any place my home?

And I rock myself to sleep And I tell myself "Don't fall to deep" Cause I know by now You're not comin' for me

And I tell myself "Move along" And I tell myself "You were all wrong" But I know by now Wrong was right for me

I'll sleep peacefully~

Lyrics from: Sleep Peacefully by Lilly Kershaw

[malaks-perch]

jewel of land and sea

portia devorak x reader

mazelinka's beautiful friend surprises you in more ways than one...

warnings: uhh... a dash of spice because it's portia

you were a friend of mazelinka's. she'd taken care of you as a kid and raised you to be quite the privateer. it was because of her that you'd become resourceful, intelligent, and honorable amongst those who were either mercenaries or royal officers.

when she asked you to come along with her on a voyage looking for some rare, magical ingredients that were up for grabs in nevivion. but you didnt know it would mean meeting her lovely friends.

ilya, or better known as julian, he'd kept you company for most of the trip. both of you telling extravagant stories to each other as the day went on, joking and racing around the ship as if you were two children competing for nothing, but their pride.

when you saw julian was balancing fruit on his limbs you decided to have fun with him. going up behind him, a bag of spoiled potatoes overboard and shrieking.

"mazelinka fell overboard!" you shouted.

julian stumbled off the barrell falling onto his stomach making the fruit spilled around the doctor. laughs from behind you forced you to spin around finding mazelinka shaking her head with a smile and a very breathtaking redhead giggling next to her.

pretty red curls spilling over her shoulders and framing the porcelain skin that was blushed by the heat of the sun. maybe it was the pearls that peaked between plump lips. maybe it was how her eyes peaked open and the ocean itself laid beneath them. or the constellations of freckles on her face.

"you're staring again."

your head whipped away from portia down to julian in an effort to distract yourself from the pounding in your chest. "it's hard not to when the jewel of land and sea is standing before us." returning julian's knowing smirk, but not daring to look over at portia.

"what a charmer.." julian raised his brows at you and then portia with a smile. "is there anyone else who doesn't fall victim to that wonderful smile?"

"mazelinka." you grinned, motioning over at her. "m my compliments no longer brush through her impeccable fortress."

"pasha, is the only one." julian smiled, nodding to the redhead who was not so shyly checking you out. "she always gets what she wants."

"as her brother you must know that her smile could end wars." you winked at portia who raised a brow with a smirk aimed at her brother.

"it could attract the wrong company." julian huffed, tossing one of his fallen fruits toward you.

"don't call that one the wrong company!" mazelinka hit julian across the forehead with a spoon.

pepi curled around your legs, purring and rubbing herself on you, "see?" the feline mewled upon being picked up and held. "pepi loves me."

"pepi loves anyone who can give her a good scratch." laughs ensued on the deck upon seeing pepi's version of a glare that was pointed at julian.

mazelinka was quick to wrap up this evening, "alright everyone! i want to be at our midway point before dusk."

julian was climbing the mast and you were rushing down to mazelinka's cabin to calculate the speed of the ship's course.

you were rolling out a map, setting paperweights down and laying out papers when mazelinka's door peeked open.

standing half in the doorway, portia stared at you with innocent eyes that sparkled with curiosity and a bit of anxiety. she wandered into the room with a shy smile and gave a nod towards the papers.

"need something?" how rude was that? you were kicking yourself upon first greeting mazelinka's family.

portia blushed, clearing her throat and her fingers bridging in the same way a servant might have. "mazelinka said you might need help finding her compass."

"i do." you admitted, standing upright so you didn't look so frantic from being unable to find the simple drawing tool. "i would love a helping hand from mazelinka's most precious ward."

portia went around the desk, sliding out a drawer and clicking open it's underside to reveal the hidden tool.

"was that always there?"

"she said that she rearranged this place."

"that's strange, she said everything was how she—" you weren't ready for when portia turned to face you.

pretty blue eyes staring up at you, the smell of coconut fanned over your face from the fruit she'd so eagerly devoured earlier. you forced your eyes to stay on hers to keep from glancing down at portia's lips.

"— wanted it." you murmured.

the redhead leaned close to you and nothing stopped your hand from craddling her hip when one of hers slowly ran up your arm.

"mazelinka's probably waiting for the ship's speed."

portia hummed, her fingers coming to brush the tiny hairs at the nape of your neck. your other hand coming to rest on her hip as portia brought you a little closer.

she leaned in, her nose brushing yours and eyes becoming lidded. the heat coming from her body was making you slowly lose your train of thought.

it was as if each other's presence was getting you drunk. it was as if her being this close and confined to a room with her was turning your mind to mush.

"we.. we should.. we should p-probably—" your words died on your tongue when her lips brushed yours.

something in the both of you snapped because one minute you were kissing her and another she was tugging you into a heated kiss that made your toes curl inside your boots.

portia tugged you back so she was perched on mazelinka's desk. mazelinka's desk.

you sharply tugged back, stumbling into the chair behind you and onto your bottom. the redhead was still leaning on the desk, gripping it's edge as she too tried to get ahold of herself.

"it's nice to meet you," you hastily waved from where you sat on the floor. "my name is actually y/n l/n. i go by y/n, it's a name that caught on growing up."

portia gave a soft smile, "i'm portia. pasha is my actual name. it's nice to meet you, too."

there was a silence before you decided to stand and pull up the damp knot hanging from mazelinka's window.

"so do you kiss everyone you meet or just me?"

if you hadn't been turned around, you would've seen portia's face as bright as the hair on her head.

"you're an exception." portia nervously laughed, scratching the back of her head and moved so you could write down your findings. "it's not every day that you meet mazelinka will shamelessly appraise."

you smiled when you saw portia watching from over your shoulder while the compass in your hand dragged across the map.

"likewise." you couldn't help your smirk as you fought to keep the dominant edge that kept portia blushing. "it's not every day that i meet mazelinka's esteemed company. she talks highly of you."

"i'd hope so, even though i can't balance fruit on every limb." you couldn't help, but laugh at her remark. shaking your head as she eyed a couple pages. "what do all these numbers mean?"

"math, love." you sighed, motioning to the pins that marked distances on the map. "that knot hanging off the ship determines our speed and i need to estimate where we are. given time and speed, i need to estimate when to adjust our sails so we miss any troublesome mercenaries when we arrive at midway."

at some point while you were talking, portia had taken it upon herself to pry the drawing compass from your hand. "they don't teach this in schools."

"of course not. no one teaches you the necessary knowledge on how to avoid mercenaries or how to properly man a ship of this size."

"then teach me." she stared up at you with pleading eyes and you sighed, unable to keep yourself from giving in to that smile.

in the ten minutes you'd explained to portia how to navigate with a drawing compass and the correct formula to use when calculating speed and time, she managed to grasp it.

"why do you have so many steps for something so simple?" she asked motioning to the scribbles of numbers that portia had written down.

"the long way doesn't require you to check your work." you motioned to a blank piece of paper, "the hardest part about this job is neatly logging the work down for future reference."

portia's jaw dropped and you couldn't help but laugh then. "the entire process would take at least an hour to complete."

"when you're experienced, you only need about twenty minutes." you waved around a paper making portia light up and eagerly look over the work neatly splayed on the paper. "could you give those to mazelinka?"

"sure thing!" portia was practically skipping for the door when you stopped her short.

"portia?" her pretty blue eyes found yours. "you're the exception. i don't go around kissing beautiful nevivion girls. just you."

portia's lips quirked up and she waved to you before leaving you alone in mazelinka's study with your thoughts.

beautiful and smart. who could've guessed you'd fallen for mazelinka's company?

by the time you had come back on the deck it was dark out. you weren't surprised to see someone from mazelinka's trusted circle of friend's guiding the ship away from the small island mazelinka called our midway point. but you were shocked to see portia still up.

"can't sleep?" you called making her spin around to look at you.

she smiled and turned her gaze up to the many constellations in the sky.

"i've never seen this many stars out." portia sighed, watching the stars in the horizon.

you noticed the stars were a bit off until you called up to the person behind the helm, "you're a little off, go a couple knots starboard."

"what does that mean?" portia asked as the ship turned in the slightest.

"we were going at the wrong angle." you told her, motioning to orion's belt, "we are supposed to go along that constellation's middle, not toward's it."

"i've heard of using stars like the north star." portia beamed, looking up to the sky again. "you use them for navigation?"

"something like that." you forced out a laugh as you turned your gaze to the water, unable to help scraping your fingernails against the grain of wood upon seeing portia's smile again.

"i'll never get used to that."

"used to the sky?" portia smiled, turning her gaze to the visible galaxies that beamed purples and blues with the lack of moonlight.

"that smile of yours."

portia flushed and she turned her eyes down the water, "you're not too bad yourself," came her shaky response. a confidence made her straighten and lean towards you, "do i make you nervous, too?"

"not in the slightest." you hummed, leaning on the rail and staring down at the water that swirled with the star light.

portia motioned to your white knuckles that squeezed the railing. you tucked your shaking hands behind your back with a shy smile.

"maybe a little.."

it was portia's turn to laugh. she leaned into you and despite how your heart was pounding for you to look away, but her eyes.

"not everyone takes well to a lively disposition on the open ocean."

she seemed to slump, but you couldn't help smiling as you take in her appearance.

the galaxy seemed to swirl in her blue eyes, promise of a warmth that not even the sun could provide. you shook your head, cupping her face in your hands and stroking the apple of portia's cheeks.

"but you're the exception."

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Nine

"We should really get back." I smiled leaning back from Gally.

He sighed then nuzzled his face into my neck. I chuckled but let him do as he pleased. It was nice not having anyone else around to comment. It was also nice being like this with Gally other than at each other's throat.

My head popped up at the sound of footsteps. Gally jolted upwards at the sound of twigs snapping. He quickly stepped away from me turning to grab his two buckets. I turned around and grabbed another empty one just as three gladers came into view. I ignored them as I dipped my bucket in the mud making it a point to get my hands muddy so there'd be less questions about the mud on my face and shirt.

"What the hell is going on?" Newt questioned sharply from behind me.

"We're getting mud." Gally said nonchalantly.

"The other builders said you've been gone for awhile. Started to think one of you actually killed the other and was burying the body." Newt said with his best authoritative tone.

I turned around grabbing my other bucket from the grass. Newt's face was priceless. He looked me up and down noticing all the mud. He saw my hands covered in mud but he also glanced over to Gally's hands which were also covered in mud.

"Everything good then?" He asked raising a brow.

I nodded looking at him with a fake confused expression. He shook his head then disappeared back threw the trees with the other two gladers. I glanced at Gally who avoided all eye contact. He started heading back towards the Glade and I quickly followed him. Both of us carrying two buckets.

"It's okay Gally" I said softly once I was walking beside him.

"What?" He asked confused.

"If you don't want to say anything. It's okay. I'd rather not deal with all the comments and questions anyway." I watched my feet as I spoke.

"Thanks" was all he said.

We silently took the buckets to the other builders then went back to chopping the same tree as earlier. He stayed silent so I did too even though I was itching to talk to him. The other builders noticing the mud on me kept eyeing the both of us. I seriously need to wash off.

"Hey Gally"

"Yea"

"Is there somewhere I can wash this mud off me?"

Gally stopped chopping and peaked around the tree at me.

"Yea right past the tree line behind the homestead. It's an open pool of fresh water we all use to wash off in. Anyone could come over there and see you." Gally's eyebrows scrunched together as if he was really concentrating on something.

I thought about that for a moment before having a brilliant idea. Before I had a chance to voice it the lunch bell tolled. Both Gally and I stuck our axes back in the tree then followed everyone else to get food.

"You could join me to wash off. That way if someone else shows up you can scare them off." I chuckled as I walked next to him.

"I'm not muddy though." He said glancing over to me.

I smirked noticing how close we were to the other gladers now but I didn't mind. I caught Gally by surprise reaching up and wiping my muddy hands down both sides of his face.

"Emi!" Gally shouted then laughed.

Most of the other boys were watching us now. Gally didn't notice and I didn't care.

"Now you need to wash off." I laughed.

"Oh really?" He asked with wide eyes.

Before I could run he grabbed me. He attempted to pick me up but I kicked out of it then ducked away. I will always be too fast for the bigger boy.

"Where you going princess?" He asked with a huge grin on his face.

"Away from the big bad wolf!" I shouted as I jogged to Frypans shack.

I quickly grabbed my food just as Gally reached me. All the gladers were watching us now.

"Too slow" I whispered towards him.

"Better luck next time!" I shouted to him as I quickly went over to sit next to Newt.

I watched him take a seat in his usual spot and he was smiling. It was a huge genuine smile. I loved the sight of it. I felt an elbow in my side bringing my attention to the blonde boy next to me who looked very confused.

"What was that?" He asked in pure disbelief.

I laughed but shook my head.

"I'll tell you later." I whispered to him.

He narrowed his eyes at me then glanced between Gally and I a few times before nodding and going back to his food.

Once lunch was over and both mine and Gally's trays were given back to Fry he attempted to take me by surprise and charge at me. I took off back down the Glade towards the tree our axes were stuck in. I heard Gally's heavy footsteps right on my tail. I ran into the trees zig zagging around as many of them as I could. I only stopped once I reached my axe.

"You're faster than I thought." Gally panted bending over and resting his hands on his knees.

I laughed pulling my axe out of the tree. After Gally caught his breath he did the same. We didn't spend a lot more time on the tree. Only a few more pieces were needed. We gathered what we had chopped and each took our own ax and met up with the other builders. Gally explained we were adding on to the sleep quarters where the boys slept in hammocks. I had a sudden guilty feeling at the thought that I had my own private bedroom.

I worked along side Gally so he could make sure I knew what I was doing. I rolled my eyes more times than I can count at him. It wasn't complicated. After he explained it the first time I knew what I was doing but he had to make sure. I had a small suspicion he just wanted to stay close to me without drawing a lot of attention.

When the bell tolled for dinner we moved all our tools and supplies out of the way before heading to get our food.

"Want to meet me after dinner to wash up?" I asked Gally as we walked together.

"I guess so since I actually need to wash off now. Thank you for that by the way." He smiled down at me.

"Anytime" I chuckled and patted his arm.

I met Newt at the table promising him I'd explain as soon as dinner was over. I didn't want anyone else at the table or close by to over hear us. We both ate quickly then took a walk down the Glade out of ear shot from everyone else.

"Okay now spill" Newt said eagerly.

"When we were suppose to be getting mud we ended up kissing. A lot." I smiled as I thought about it.

"What?" Newt questioned loudly.

"You and Gally?" He asked for what sounded like clarification.

I nodded biting my lip. Just talking about it had my insides swirling all over again.

"Was it like the kiss with Minho?" He asked stopping and turning to look at me.

"No, not even close. I didn't want him to stop. I felt weird and giddy."

"Is that why you have mud all over you?" He asked with a smirk.

"Yea, it was on Gally's hands."

"I knew those hand prints looked too big to be yours." Newt said excitedly.

"But" I said quickly to get his attention back.

When he was looking at me I continued.

"He doesn't want to mention it. Doesn't want the other gladers to know. Not yet at least." I informed him.

"The secret is safe with me love. I promise."

I knew I could trust Newt. In the few days I've been here he'd been there at all times. He's easy to talk to. I was glad to have a friend like him.

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[katedrakeohd]

Christmas Love ~ Part Two

[A Very Valtorian Christmas Masterlist]

Rated: Mature for Adult Themes, Angst, talk of Depression and Emotional distress during pregnancy, otherwise this story is all fluff and good stuff.

(I suck at trigger warnings, so I apologize in advance)

A special shout out to @drakeandcamilleofvaltoria for the drake & kate in a bathtub story challenge. 😊

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With a sigh Drake looks around the bedroom. The bed clothes were wrecked from their play wrestling, and the girls in the laundry were going to fuss over the wrinkled sheets, but he had other concerns. Kate hadn't come back from the bathroom yet. Had he been too rough? He knew he got carried away sometimes, and today he had awoken Kate earlier than usual. Setting his phone and the bag of cookie treats on the bedside table, he walks over to the bathroom to check on her.

To his surprise the door is ajar and he hangs back for a moment to watch his wife. She was standing at the sink in her pale silk dressing gown dabbing at her face with a damp wash cloth. Her eyes looked sad as they met his in the mirror. Her gaze shifted back down to look at the water in the sink as he eased the door open and entered the bathroom.

“Kate?” he says in a low voice, his face softening with concern. Stepping up beside her he turns and leans against the marble counter, “Honey what's wrong?”

Still looking down at the sink Kate shrugs and then starts rambling, “I don't know, just feeling a little overwhelmed I guess. I was looking in the mirror at myself, standing in this gilded and fancy bathroom that belongs to a Duchess, and wondering what a nobody waitress from a New York dive bar was doing in such a place. A pregnant waitress, pretending to be a Duchess, who is going to birth a child that is destined to rule a country. It all seems so bizarre considering where my life was headed just a year ago. What do I know about running a Duchy, or about being a Mother to royalty?”

Drake reaches out and gently cups her cheeks in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs and tilting her face up to look at him.

“Kate, our Duchy is fairly self sufficient, there isn't much you really need to do. And the Mother part… I’m going to be with you every step of the way, you aren’t ever going to be raising our child alone. We're both new at this and we'll figure this out together, and we've no shortage of help whether it's friendly advice from those who love us or the help of our Manor staff. There are healthcare professionals, counselors and support people to guide us in Parenting if we need it. There are political advisers and tons of community support to help us keep the Duchy running smoothly. There's nothing for you to worry about.”

Seeing the calm and loving expression on Drake's face, and knowing that he's making perfect sense, brings fresh tears of gratitude. His tone isn’t condescending or teasing just honest and full of love. Kate covers her face with her hands. “I'm so sorry. You must think I'm so foolish and crazy.”

Drake pulls her into his arms as she continues crying against his shoulder. “Sshh, you're not foolish or crazy. You're only human Kate, and I love you. You're growing a whole other human in that beautiful body of yours and you have every right to get emotional about it.”

The thin material of her robe offers little warmth and Drake realizes how cool her hands are as she cuddles into his chest. “My gosh, Kate you're freezing. We really need to find a way to heat this bathroom better. Let me draw you a warm bath, and then we can talk some more.”

Kate nods wiping at her puffy eyes and sniffing back her tears as she steps back. Drake grabs a bath sheet and wraps it around her shoulders, “Here hold onto this while I draw us a bath.”

“Us?” Kate asks quietly, wiping her nose on the corner of the towel.

Drake chuckles quietly, leaning over to turn on the taps on their large soaker tub. “Well who else is going to wash your back for you?”

“You're so sweet to me Drake, I bet other husbands don't do this for their wives.”

Drake fetches Kate's favorite shampoo and body wash out of the shower, “Well they should.”

As Kate watches, he places the shampoo and body wash on the side of the tub along with another bath towel for himself. Reaching into the bathwater he tests the temperature and then sits down on the edge of the tub to wait for it to fill.

Kate shifts from side to side, rubbing one cold foot against the other. How Drake could walk around naked in the chilly marble tiled bathroom and not shiver was baffling to her.

Drake glances down at her shuffling feet, “The floor does get cold in here doesn't it? I think we should invest in some infloor heating.”

Kate nods, “I suppose in the meantime I could get some slippers.”

Drake turns off the taps, and then walks over to Kate. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders he places a kiss on her temple. He grasps the edge of her towel in his fingers, “May I?”

Kate lets go of her towel and Drake pulls it away with a flourish, quickly folding it and placing it next to his. Untying her robe, he slips it down off of her shoulders and it melts into a puddle at her feet. Kate gasps and instinctually wraps her arms around his ribs to soak up some of his body heat.

Cradling her gently around the back he tilts his face down and closes his eyes, smiling against her lips as she tilts her face up to meet his. Their kisses are soft and unhurried, lips parting for each other under gentle pressure as they meet again and again. Once Kate feels warmed all over, she tips her head back and whispers, “Thank you, I needed that.”

Drake nods, “Mmhmm, I know. Ready for your bath?”

Kate nods and Drake steps back and then dips down to scoop her up in his arms. Kate holds onto his neck and shoulders as he turns and gently places her down into the warm water. Scooting forward a little she allows him room to climb in behind her. Drake settles down into the warm water with a sigh, drawing up his knees and Kate slides back to lean against his chest. Lifting his hand face up out of the water and resting it on his knee, Kate takes the silent hint and places her hand in his lacing their fingers together. Tugging his arm back to hug against her chest, she kisses the back of his hand. He dips his head down to kiss her shoulder. They sit quietly like this for a few minutes, watching the steam rise from the water. Kate breaks the silence first, “So what did Preston want?”

Drake presses more kisses against her shoulder and neck, working his way up to her ear. “He brought me my phone, that I'd left in the SUV yesterday, and for you he brought a special treat.”

Kate caresses up and down his thigh, raising her eyebrows with surprise, “Ooh, what kind of treat?”

Drake squeezes her hips gently with his thighs and kisses her on the cheek, “Oh, something round, sweet, green and Italian.”

Kate frowns in thought, “Sweet, green..and Italian?”

Drake sweeps her hair off to the side, kissing the back of her neck. “Remember the last time we visited Rome? We went into that sweet shop and you fell in love with the Pistachio Almond cookies on the sample tray?”

Kate gasps as she remembers, “You got me Peluso's Pistakì cookies?”

Drake smiles as he reaches for her bottle of body wash and the bath sponge. “Mmhmm, I asked Preston to enquire about them at the candy shop in town. I told him to tell them that they were your favorite cookie and asked if they could get them in stock.”

“Oh Drake, that's the best gift ever. Now I don't have to go all the way to Italy to find them. How did you know I was craving them?”

“I've watched you nibbling on bowls of mixed nuts and trail mix lately, and there always seemed to be almonds and pistachios mixed in along with your chocolate covered raisins and cranberries.”

Kate blushes as she gnaws on her bottom lip. “So you've caught onto my cravings for sweets then?”

Drake uncaps her body wash and squirts some on the sponge. “Uh huh. But you've seemed to keep it on the healthy side for the most part. As far as I can tell. So kudos to you.”

Kate thinks back to the cookies and milk and gum drops she was snacking on yesterday. Hana made sure to save as many green candies for Kate as possible. Kate nods, glad that Drake can't see the guilty expression on her face, “Yes, yes I try to.”

Drake knows she's lying but lets it slide. “Want to sit forward so I can wash your back and shoulders?”

Kate scoots forward in the tub, enjoying the scent of orange blossoms and vanilla as Drake washes her shoulders. Watching the creamy foam slide down over her breasts as they rise out of the water reminds her of ice cream. Breathing deeply and closing her eyes, Kate suddenly has a craving for an Orange Creamsicle.

Drake drags the sponge underneath the water and rubs Kate's back with it, bringing a moan of satisfaction to her lips. “Mmm, that feels so good. Why do you do so much for me?”

Drake wets down her hair with the sponge and then hands the sponge forward and reaches for her shampoo. “Cuz, it's my job.”

“I didn't know bath buddy was part of the Duke of Valtoria job description.” Kate giggles as Drake runs his fingers through her hair.

“No, but it's on page three of the husband and lover handbook.”

Kate bends her knees up and scrubs down her legs with her sponge. “That's funny. I've never seen that book in the library before.”

“It's in the special ‘Guys only’ section.”

Kate closes her eyes as Drake lathers up her hair, “So if bath duties are on page three, what's on page one and two?”

Drake smirks, as he scoops water up in his hands and rinses out her hair, “Sorry that's classified information.”

“Ok, point taken. So what other surprises should I expect on our first Christmas day?”

“I dunno, you'll have to wait and see. Oh just to clarify, you didn't really want a pony did you? Because we could always add one to the stables.”

Kate laughs, turning around in the tub to kneel between his thighs and lean in for a kiss. “No silly, you're my pony.”

Drake grins, sliding his hands down to cup her ass as she giggles between his kisses, “And what about the rockets and fireworks?”

Kate gasps with delight, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Ooh, could we really have fireworks?”

Drake squeezes her ass and teases butterfly kisses across her cheeks and nose, “Not for Christmas, but maybe for New Year's Eve.”

“Ooh, they would be so pretty to set off over the lake.”

Drake nods, “Sounds like a plan, consider it done.”

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Later, all warm and cozy in flannel pjs and sitting cross legged on the bed, Kate opens up her package of cookies. “It's a shame I can't have a cup of coffee with these. I miss coffee.”

Drake wanders out of the closet dressed in a pair of track pants, “We could get some decaf sent up from the kitchen. Or maybe some tea. I know I could use a coffee too.”

Kate unwraps a cookie and bites into it, closing her eyes and savoring the sweet flavor, “Mmm, these are heavenly. Do you want one?”

Drake watches her lick the powdered sugar off her lip. “Maybe later. Don't eat too many of those we still have to make an appearance at breakfast.”

Kate pouts as she finishes off her cookie. “Oh fine, just one….or maybe two. One for me and one for Little One.” Kate rubs her belly affectionately as she reaches into the packaging for another cookie.

Drake walks over to the bedside to check his phone, there's a light flashing indicating messages. “Damn, it's almost dead.”

He opens the bedside drawer to fish out his charger. Sitting down on the edge of the bed he hears the rustle of another cookie being opened. He sighs and then glances over his shoulder at Kate. “I thought Little One, or whatever was only having one cookie.”

Kate looks away, brushing some pistachio crumbles off of her chest. “Sorry.”

Shaking his head, Drake rests his elbows on his knees and thumbs through the messages on his phone. “Seriously, save room for breakfast. Oh look.. it seems that Bertrand and Savannah won't be coming to our Christmas dinner after all.”

Kate raises her eyebrows, mumbling around a cheekfull of cookie, “Aww, why not?”

“Bartie's sick and they don't want to travel with him and get us sick too.”

Drake turns and snatches away the box of cookies, “You're gonna make yourself sick eating so many of these. Can't be good for Little One.”

Kate tears up a little at his gruff scolding, “Hey those are mine! We're hungry.” She rubs her belly and pouts.

Drake frowns rubbing at his forehead with his thumb and fingers, “Quit it already with the childishness. Besides using the nickname ‘Little One’ over and over again is bugging the hell out of me. We need to pick out baby names or something.”

Kate looks down at the bedspread as she picks at the crumbs around her, “Actually Hana helped me pick out names yesterday.”

Drake sighs with annoyance, tossing his phone down on the bed. “Hana helped you.”

Kate shrugs avoiding eye contact with Drake, “And Nicholas…I'm sorry, I know you wanted for us to do that together.”

Drake's nerves bristle at the mention of Nicholas helping pick names for his heir. He and Kate had been adamant that their baby was to be raised as they saw fit, and that the heir to the throne business shouldn't be a priority until it really needed to be. “You let him pick names instead of me?”

Kate tries to diffuse Drake's anger before it got any worse, “Not exactly. He just supervised as Hana and I researched names from Cordonian noble history. We were just throwing around the idea of reviving an old name that would help our child connect to the past.”

The idea of his child being named after some long dead stuffy noble grated on Drake's nerves even more. “So we could instill a sense of stuffy pretentiousness in our child from day one?! You've got to be kidding.”

Kate sighs, her stomach feeling queasy, and her baby moving about adding to her growing discomfort, “Look, it's just a list of names. It's not a binding contract or a damn yoke around our baby's neck. You have the right to veto any name you don't like or toss the whole list away and we can start a new one. I'm sorry Drake, really I am. I didn't realize you would get so upset.”

Drake's phone vibrated on the bed and he picked it up to check it. With a groan he runs his fingers through his hair, giving it a tug and then letting go. “Well Fuck, if that doesn't add insult to injury.”

Kate looks on with concern, “Now what?”

“Olivia has invited herself to dinner.”

..

[rezdogsyonder]

A Fresh Start (3)

Pairing: Bartender!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Welcome to Burlesque.

Warnings: a trans comment that is used as an insult

A/N: All characters are the same gender, I’m sorry it’s kinda confusing :( and the comment is meant to say that Thor doesn’t look like a man but a female dressing up as a man.

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You follow Bucky’s directions and it led you backstage. Many dancers were running around getting ready, putting the finishing touches on their costumes before they step on stage. The sight makes you fall in love, and more determined to get a job here.

You see a set of spiraling stairs, and it seems to be the way to go because you don’t see Steve down here. The stairs were narrow and steep, it was a little nerve wracking to walk up them in heels.

Getting to the top you spotted a man doing a dancers hair. You walk up to him deciding he’s the one to ask.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Steve?” You just hope that Steve will like you.

Unable to speak due to the bobby-pins between his lips, and with his hands in this girls hair, he nods in the direction of the man that was on stage earlier. ‘Even the owner is a dancer?’ You think to yourself.

Walking up behind him, “Hi, are you Steve?”

“And you are in my mirror because?” He asked while wiping off his eyeliner and other makeup. Maybe because it smeared a bit.

“Oh, sorry. I’m friends with Bucky, and I’m looking for a job.”

“And where have you danced?”

“At home, mostly. But I can move.”

“Okay,” he smiled, seemingly stifling laughter, “give your name and number to Sam.” He turned around and pointed to the man doing another girls hair. “He’ll let you know when we’re having our next audition.”

“When will that be, exactly?”

“Sam?” He yelled applying bronzer, “Where the hell is Thor?” Ignoring your question

“I don’t know. He’s late.”

“Oh I’m never late. Ever.” You interject.

“That’s great. Listen darling,” he finished up his work and walked towards you and Steve. “We’re trying time put on a show here. ‘Kay? You need to come back another time.”

“I’ve just never seen anything like this before. I need a job. I wanna work here.” Sam’s now leading you away and towards the stairs.

“Good enthusiasm, terrible timing. Alright? So leave your name and your number with Bucky, your friend downstairs.” Giving you one more push, “and we’ll call you. Okay? Promise.”

Not knowing what else to do, you turn around, about to listen to him when you ran into someone.

“Hello” it was the guy from downstairs by the bar, and he obviously wasn’t happy that you ran into him, causing him to drop a bag, spilling his costumes out on the floor.

“Oh my god! Thor!” Steve said so dramatically you would’ve thought he would faked fainting too. “You know you’re probably not gonna believe this but Sam and I were talking,” he put his arm around Sam, “and he said..” he gestured for him to talk.

“I said, ‘Its so sad that Thor couldn’t join us for the opening number, but it would be so great if he joined us for the next one’.” They were obviously mocking him, making it seem as though it was a regular occurance.

“Looking this pretty took longer than I thought.” He replied dully.

“So is looking for a job when I fire your late ass.” They both smiled.

“Yeah, right.” Turning around and grabbing his bag from you. “Hey. Bring me a scotch, neat. Tell ‘em it’s for me. And hurry back.” Not waiting for you to leave as he gets undressed.

The girl from out front grabbed your shoulders then smiled at him. “She doesn’t work here Thor.”

“Well then she’s not busy.” He said incredulously.

A moment passes and you watch him as you notice one is eye blue and the other is a beautiful yellowish brown. He has thick blonde hair, and is very well groomed.

He looks back and glares, “Didn’t your mother tell you it’s not polite to stare?” He continues to apply his makeup

“You’re just so damn handsome, I—” you stutter out.

“Well in that case, screw your mother. Stare away.” Smiling at your compliment.

“No one would ever know,” you began walking back to the stairs.

“Know what?” He snapped.

“That you’re not a dude.” If looks could kill, you’d be dead by now, but you feel smug as you walked down the stairs while the others laughed.

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Back downstairs, you feel defeated. You’re about to go talk to Bucky again when you see the waitress from earlier is more occupied with the more active group. You guess that’s why they called her the shot girl.

You go over to the man that was trying to get Natasha’s attention and take his order. Along with everyone around him too, then walking back over to Bucky.

“Hat guy wants daiquiri, and around him are two whiskey neats, a bourbon on the rocks, and a rum and coke.”

He looked at you and continued wiping down the bar, slowly getting farther from you.

“Oh come on! Give me a chance, please. If I’m not better than the shot girl over there you don’t have to pay me.”

“Ok follow me.” Bucky commanded walking fast.

He led you back down the hall that leads to the entrance, you were about to say something when he pulls out keys and turns right. He quickly opens the door and ushered you inside.

“Your small.” He looked you up and down, “this should fit. I’ll be right outside.” And he walked back out, leaving you in what looks like a small break room.

You get dressed in the sleek black romper he gave you and went back through the door. Leaving your clothes on the rack where he got the uniform.

“Alright, you keep your tips, anybody touches you and you point to any bartender and they’ll take care of it. You ready?” You nod. “Then you’re up.” He pushed you back in the room.

You grab your tray and began to work when the next number begins drawing your attention away.

“A kiss on the hand may be

quite continental

But diamonds

are a girl's best friend”

The girl from the balcony was on stage again, lip syncing and walking around stage gracefully. You began to work despite the distraction, imagining when you will be up on stage.

You didn’t expect to do so well. You already have 30 in tips and the song isn’t even over.

“Hey, Buck, what's she doing here?” Steve said as he and Sam sat down at the end of the bar.

“She really wanted a job.And so she is our new waitress.”

“And when did I make you Head of Personnel?” Steve asked incredulously.

“She just picked up a tray,started working.”

“Really?”

“Well, her name is Y/N.”

“Y/N.” Sam breathed, dramatically, seemingly star struck.

“Hey, Y/N.” Steve called your over. “Look, this is cute, but come on. Push up those boobs. If you got ‘em, show ‘em. Work them.” He unbuttoned the top two buttons of your romper. “And don't ever go behind my back again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And don't ever call me sir again.”

“Yes, ma’am. I mean sir. I mean Steve.”

“Get on the floor.” All three watched you walk back into the large crowd of patrons

"’Sir’?” Steve said bewildered

“What am I, my father?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Up yours.”

“Come on lets go back.” Sam slapped Steve’s shoulder. They both disappear behind the glass door.

A man at a table that is almost hidden from the main floor, but with a perfect view of the stage calls you over.

“Excuse me. Yeah. Dewar's rocks and a bottle of your best champagne for the table. Oh, and will you tell Strange that I'm here?”

“And you are...?” You answer back with a hand on your hip.

“A member since '91.” He gestures to himself as if it’ll make you know who he is. “Tony Stark. And you are?” He smirked.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He leaned back, impressed, but you’re not sure of what. A cocky aura radiating off of him.

*Meanwhile backstage*

“I’m here. I’m ready.” Thor came bounding up to Sam.

“You are late. Bruce went on for you.” Thor peaked through the curtain, displeased.

“What’s that hag doing here?” Referring to you, serving drinks at a face pace.

“She is our waitress.” Sam pulled a tight lipped grin.

“Surely she can’t work here. I want her gone!”

“What did she do to you?”

“She said I looked like a drag king.”

“Can’t be the first time.”

Thor glared at Sam and looked around for a member of the stage crew. “Hey buddy,” the man on the platform above them looked down at them. “Get my spot.” And Thor walked through the diamond curtains.

I've heard of affairs that you

must keep liaisonic

Are better bets

If little pets get big baguettes

Time rolls on, and youth is gone

And you can't straighten up

when you bend

But stiff back or stiff knees

Back and forth, Bruce and Thor fought for the spotlight.

Outdoing each other with more and more dance moves, getting the crowd excited.

The dances and choreography are mesmerizing, and you try to soak it up as you watch. The customers too intrigued, they forget they’re waiting on drinks. You make mental notes of the choreography and each spot they’re on onstage.

You’re attention is brought back by Bucky. “Y/N. Y/N. What do you need?” He asked amused at how easily distracted you are by everyone.

“Dewar’s rocks and champagne. And keep it coming.” You turn back around to watch the show once again. “So he’s a regular huh?”

“Stark? Yeah, he’s dating Stephen. At least this week.” He puts the bottle of champagne in a bucket and fills it with ice.

“I wanna be up there. I wanna do that.” You gesture towards the stage and look back at Bucky. He stops pouring and looks back at you. Looking you in the eyes. He sighed and leaned forward.

“Question is... do you have the talent?”

[sunflwrsjustdied]

Chapter 2 - The Phone Call.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Masterlist

Disclaimer: I did not write this story as a way to fetishize children having children. It is not about that. I wrote this story because I wondered what it would be like if Harry had a son, who also became a celebrity during Harry’s career. In order for the age of Harry’s sons to fit the career timeline I had to lower the age of Harry. I do not believe that children having children is a good thing nor do I try to fetishize it. I understand that this topic may be disturbing or disgusting to some people. If you do not like the idea of this story, then you don’t need to read it.

[Harry Styles sitting next to Ben Andrews (Lux’s cousin]

October.28.2012 London, England

•Harry• "Hello, Benjamin." Noah greeted Lux's cousin, Ben looked up shyly before mumbling a hi and then looking down.

"You're quite intimidating." I chuckled, seeing he made Ben, who was talking to everyone go quiet. He had the same effect on the hostess.

"Good." He mumbled, sitting down in the seat, he loved that feeling. No one wanting to talk to him out fear. Just a 9-year-old boy who made everyone terrified and thrived off of it.

I never understood why, but there were many people who got highly intimidated of him. For years people told me that 'the way he stands screams danger'.

He's been like this ever since primary school, daycare even. A real tough guy that got every girl attracted to him, even if they were just 4-years-old.

His first fight was at 2-years-old, it started off as a yelling match, until Noah threw punches at the boy who was a year older then him, all over a simple wooden block. The fight result in Noah getting a "red card" from his disturbed daycare teacher and a 3-year-old with a bloody lip.

If someone were to come between him and his persona, something so powerful will arise in him. He'll curse at them, throw things, anything to show them who they've messed with.

That made Noah who he was.

It showed how much he needed to like and trust you in order for vulnerability to show. Some people called him mysterious after this trait.

What a great combination, mysterious and dangerous. Described the 142 centimeter boy perfectly.

I never encouraged, nor discouraged his hunger for being persuaded that way. But it was never an act either, it was truly how Noah was, he's always been like that and he always will be.

I may not understand other peoples perspectives of him, but I could see where they were coming from in a way.

He was the most stereotypical boy you could ever meet. He looks at every girl, he runs around without a shirt on, he swears, he fights, he played every sport he could think of when he was younger. His most favourite sport of all time being baseball, followed by ice hockey. And he played both from when he was a toddler until he was 7. Anything boys "typically did" he did it all because it was the way of his personality.

Noah took a seat in-between Tom and I, he rested his elbow on the table and ran his hand throw his hair, I noticed his eyes would glance over at Ben with almost a look of jealousy in his eyes.

Oh.

Ben was sitting to the left of me. Ever since Noah was a baby, he always sat to the left of me at restaurants. Everyone in our family knew it and consciously never sat there, but a 4-year-old boy wouldn't know that.

"Noah!" Lux giggled, pointing to him trying to get out of Lou's lap, Lou gave Noah a look asking if she could go to him. Noah nodded and Lux ran over to him.

"Hello Luxie," Noah smiled lifting her into his lap.

Everyone talked waiting for the waitress.

She came eventually, but when she got to Noah, she stuttered, almost taken aback. "Wow, you're eyes are so blue. Oh God, I'm sorry. I've just never seen that before, " she said mesmerized.

"Thanks," Noah stared directly into her eyes, on purpose. "Sorry, um what can I get you?" "Fish and chips please."

• • •

"Dad, hide me please," Noah whispered, panic in his voice. "What, Why?" Harry frowned confused by his sons actions, "That waitress, I know her, now hide me! Don't draw attention."

"Who, her?" Tom nodded to the woman who was walking over to the table, specifically right behind Noah's chair.

Noah nodded, sinking in his chair and cover the side of his face.

"Hello, Noah." She smiled, her British accent was thick, "How's it going?"

"It's going great," Noah swallowed hard, his knee starting to bounce up and down.

"My daughter's still waiting on that call from you," She said, "And I'm still waiting for my phone to get fixed Lucy," Noah said with gritted teeth.

"It's been almost 2 months, how long can it take?" Lucy raised her eyebrow.

"As long as it needs to be fixed again." Noah replied, jaw clentched.

"Here's her number again, just in case you forget it," She immediately took out her pen and pad, writing on it fast, and handing it to him.

"Never- never in my life have I seen someone try to get their daughter to date someone so bad," Noah grunted, taking the paper and shook his head,

"Some parents want what's best for their children Noah, and I see that your are. Or to you, I'm a bad mother for that right?" Lucy frowned at Noah, trying to make him feel bad.

"We're nine- That's not even- I don't even remember her name Lucy." Noah sighed trying to argue but giving up, "It's Sabrina, Sabrina McCullen." Lucy smiled knowing she was breaking Noah to say yes.

"Just give my daughter a chance, she's a model too, maybe that'll somewhat change your mind." Noah's eyes did perk up hearing the information, "I told you, when the phones fixed," he smiled fake and widely, "Now have a nice day."

"We'll be waiting," Lucy walked off, and that's when Noah groaned, slouching down in his seat, about to crumple the paper.

"Keep it son, you'll need it." Noah looked up to his father with discomfort in his eyes, before putting it in his pocket.

"Who was that?" Tom asked, "I met her here a few months ago and a few times after that, she wouldn't shut up about how her daughter was my age and that we should date."

"She gave me her daughters number, so I told her my phone was broken and when it got fixed then I'd give her call."

"But Noah, your phone works perfectly, why haven't you?" Harry questioned, earning a glare from Noah, "Not what she thinks is it? If she knew that, she would probably try to get mine and I don't want that."

"Just call her, you never know," Harry suggested, "Yeah, if she's anything like her mother, I'll know for sure," Noah shook his head sighing.

"I'm surprised, I've never known my son to give up a chance with a girl," Harry chuckled, "Well almost every girl I don't meet through her annoying mother."

"Wait, are you saying, Noah is scared of someone? The Noah Styles, scared of someone?" Lou said in a some what genuinely shocked voice, earning an eye roll from Noah.

"No, I'm not scared of her, it's called avoiding someone you don't have an interest in someone."

A phone then started to ring at the table, "Oh Noah, it can't be yours. Yours is broken." Lucy said walking with the drinks our table ordered prior to our last order, along with another waitress.

Noah took in a deep breathe through his nose and let it out the same way, a look of annoyance on his features as he looked at a smirking Tom.

"I'm sorry, I need to take this." John apologized, looking at his phone and excusing himself and walking away from the table.

"You see what I mean," Noah said through gritted teeth, after she left, "Imagine having to see and hear that every time you visit your girlfriend."

"God I can hear it now. 'I'm the one who put you two together'. Probably trying to use my modelling career to make her daughter famous." Noah

"Then if you're not scared why don't you tell her that? Say you're not interested." Tom asked, intrigued, "Because I'm not that much of an asshole." Noah responded bluntly, "Hey, watch it," Harry scolded, knowing there was a much younger child sitting next to me and he nodded to him.

You'd think Harry would scold his son for swearing in general but boy did he give up on that a long time ago.

"It's fine, Harry," Dean, Lux's uncle and Ben's father laughed, "He's heard worse."

"But Noah, give her a chance, so what? Like you said you're just nine. It's not it will be long term and you're going to get married next week." Dean said, "Well to Lucy is it!" Noah grunted, "Aw, come on Noah. You never know," I smirked, "I'll think about it." Noah mumbled.

"Now can we please take about something else? God knows she listening or spiked my drink." Noah groaned, "Yes," Tom said and began talking to him about football.

•Harry• I saw John walk towards my chair, "Harry, I need to talk to you," John said quietly into my ear, I nodded "Sure," and followed him to the foyer.

"That was a call from a director, it was for Noah." He said to me, his demeanour serious.

I nodded, listening. "The director wants to meet him, and maybe cast him for a lead role. This is very important for Noah and his career," He explained. "But we both don't want to schedule a meeting unless you, Rose, or both of you give permission for it to happen."

"So Harry, would he be allowed to go to the audition?" He asked, "Well of course," I told him, without hesitation, "If it's something he'll want to do." Who I was kidding, Noah loved acting, and his first lead role in a movie would be amazing.

"Schedule it right now." I told him

"They said we could pick the date, but within now or next month. No later." "Where?" "New York." "Ok, ask if they're available for November 12."

"We'll be there around that time, and then we're leaving the next day. That's a good time to do it." John nodded and began to call the director back, telling him the details as well as listening to the directors.

After saying goodbye, he hung up the phone, "It's settled then. New York City, November 12. I'll talk to Noah later."

We both walked back to the table.

• • •

Dinner was finished, everyone was either talking or on their phones. Noah chose to be on his phone, what a mistake that was.

Lucy walked by the table, "So Noah," Noah jumped in his seat, startled by her sudden presence behind him, "Guess you got that phone fixed?" Noah swore he could just scream and yell at her, he was about to, so close to, until-

"It's actually my phone," Tom looked at her, grabbing the white iPhone 4S from Noah's hand, Lucy huffed and walked away.

"Oh my God, thank you. I was close to strangling her,"

• • •

It was late. Harry and Noah had just got home.

Noah was in room, emptying his pants pockets, and pulled out the stupid piece of paper. throwing it on the bed.

After brushing his teeth, Noah sat on his bed, picking up his phone and the paper. He sighed, looking in-between both objects. Fighting himself if he should just call her or not. Noah sighed going into his contacts and putting her name and number into his phone.

"Maybe one day," he mumbled tossing the note into his nightstand drawer.

[existentialstatesofmind]

Weekend Fun

Clare: laughed when he said they spent their winnings on food. "That's why I like playing for candy. No one questions where my supply of hershey's kisses, reese's, jolly ranchers and starbursts comes from. Well except the dentist." She nodded about Emi wearing a life preserver. Clare listened without commenting as Dakota explained how his grandpa would find girls for him to date when he was older. She supposed it wouldn't be that bad if he could weed them out himself. "You can treat it like a dating service. Lots of people use those. Then maybe it'd feel more normal." Clare suggested when he was through speaking. "I guess there's a downside to everything. I want to be a writer but I don't think I'd like it if I got famous and I had to worry about that kind of stuff. Privacy and the right to live my life the way I want are very important to me. When I turn 18, I won't have to follow my parents' rules anymore. I love them but I can't wait." She shrugged. "What about in the meantime? I mean if you find a girlfriend on your own does she have to meet your grandpa's requirements?" Clare understood he could forgo the prenup but she didn't care about that. She wasn't interested in money. Realistically Dakota would probably date several girls before he settled down. It had nothing to do with being a player. Finding the right person wasn't easy. But Clare wouldn't date a guy if their relationship was doomed from the start. She'd make sure they stuck to the just friends thing if that were the case. "Wow, that's crazy." Clare was puzzled when he asked for her phone but handed it over. She watched him run off and come back with a case. She hadn't been hinting around. "Oh Dakota. You didn't have to do that but thank you." She hugged him. "I'll be glad to tell anyone who asks. Monica wouldn't have given you away anymore than I will. I still think she likes you." Clare remembered what she'd overheard him tell Monica about the type of girl he'd date though. She smiled at what he said about designing a hoodie and taking draw classes with Emi. "Very cool." Clare ducked her head shyly at the mention of boxers. "I've never seen a guy in his underwear. You're not all going to walk around in your boxers, are you?" She muttered, blushing. At the restaurant she nodded at what Dakota's mother said. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what to order and sides don't come with the shrimp, do they?" She apologized. Clare sighed at Dakota's explanation. "How serious is she about the prices thing? I probably messed it all up." She whispered to him. She wondered if he would be mad if she had to sleep in there since they wouldn't be doing anything. Not that Clare thought Dakota wanted to in the first place. But it would be awkward. Clare wasn't sure why Dakota looked at her when he finished answering Dallas' question. She didn't know what he should do with the money. Or even if he was looking for suggestions. But she'd try. "You could save it up until graduation and then take Emi on a trip. Or put the money away for her."

Kota: laughed a bit when Clare mentioned using candy. "We don't eat much candy. I like candy bars that are hard to find, Dallas doesn't eat too many sweets, Ash only eats candy on Easter and Halloween, and Dom just sells his, but he'll eat a candy bar when he's in the mood for it." he shrugged. He listened to Clare's suggestion and her talk after then, then nodded. "I'll have that at my grandpa's company when I take over. I want to keep my private life to myself and it's not like I'll be famous anyway. I'll be able to go in public without being recognized because the products, like now won't have my name on it. I'll just be the CEO and no one will know my face, but I'm responsible for whatever we put out." he explained. "No, my grandpa trusts me with my decisions. If I were to date someone and have her meet him, he'd automatically accept her until given a reason not to." he answered. "At most, he'll just look after her and get to know about her. If something seems off to her, he'll bring it up to me and ultimately it'll be my decision whether or not I'd want to terminate the relationship. He doesn't really have a say in it." he said and looked down for a moment. "But I want a girl who will be in it for the long run. I want my first girlfriend to be my last kind of like Dallas and Stacy. I know they'll end up together." he pointed out and wondered if he'd be lucky like his twin to end up with his first girlfriend. "I know I didn't have to, but this is better than the book bag in a sense. Besides if it breaks, I'll replace it." he shrugged "I can't really replace Monica's book bag." he said and looked at her phone. "The case is water proof and can take a beating. I put an old cell phone in one of them before coming out with what you have. We ran tests, throwing them in water, they can go in water, just that if you drop it in the ocean obviously it's gone. They can only go down so far before the pressure breaks the case, we haven't found out how far yet since we stopped at eight foot due to the fact no one's going to get a ten foot deep pool. I also threw it out a twenty story window and it survived the fall. The case got dented and ones before we finished snapped, came off once they hit the ground, cracked in two, etc. This one survived. Well not the exact case, but you know." he explained about the case. "If it gets sat on run over by a truck, it'll be fine and it's made out of rubber so it'll be fine if it's left out in the rain and gets hit with electricity. We tested that too and it wasn't easy, we had to tape it to a lightning rod." he added. When Clare blushed at the mention of him and his brothers in their boxers, he looked at her. "We haven't seen a girl in her underwear so it's ok. We don't have to walk around in our boxers during the morning. I mainly throw a shirt on and sweats." he shrugged. "The sides come with the shrimp since it's an entree." he pointed them out and leaned in. "No, you didn't screw it up. Trust me." he kissed her cheek and smiled when she spoke. "Sorry, I got mesmerized by something." he said honestly and looked at her. "I went to glance over to see if you were ok and I got mesmerized and stared off, sorry. But about your suggestion with Emi, I'd have enough money from work to do that, but you do make a valid point." he smiled at her.