#like it’s annoying that people assume all little boys like only blue and green

[lightshiningforth]

Parents of boys: Ugh, it’s SO unfair that boy clothes are so boring! There’s barely any color variation at all! Girl clothes are SO much better.

Parents of girls: I’m struggling to find clothes for my preschool-age daughter that don’t include short shorts or shirts with cut-outs.

I hate when people divide themselves into “girl parent” and “boy parent,” but this is a pattern of complaints I’ve noticed along gendered lines. And only one of these is an actual problem.

[novvabee]

And They Were Roommates

My first time writing so here we go

Summary: How you end up as their roommate

Walking up the steps to the lovely little house on a lovely little street shouldn’t have had you as nervous as it did. The house was exactly as Lily described; charming. It wasn’t new by any standards, but it was a well lived in home. Sure the little garden needed tending to, and there were some cracks running up the walls, but it seemed so warm and inviting. It is better than nothing.

Lily, lovely, kind, sweet Lily was the one who offered up this place. You had come into work that day with a tear-stained face and a stressed demeanor, and Lily knew something had to be off. During your break, she asked what was wrong and you instantly fell apart yet again. You told her about all the horrid circumstances about your apartment. “My roommates are insane, the rent is way too expensive, it’s all the way across town, there’s mold in the shower, I have noisy neighbors, and the landlord is an asshole and a creep,” you rattled off, still teary and frustrated. Lily nodded, listening, thinking of some way to offer up a solution. Hesitantly, she told you about one place she knew that had an extra bedroom available. “Now I have to warn you, there is no guarantee that the people who live there won't be less crazy than your old roommates, but they are nice! I’ve known them for years, they're really cool.” And with that she wrote down an address and told you to meet her there after your shift. 

Which is where you are now, following Lily up the brick stairs to your new potential place to stay. She knocks on the door and waits for it to swing open revealing a young man with long black hair, tied back messily. He was tall, and handsome, his blue-gray eyes sly and gleaming. “Ah Evans, lovely day to you. What brings you ‘round?” His voice was melodic although a tad gruff. She didn’t answer, just pushed her way through, as if she’d done it a million times. You made to follow her and he opened the door wide for you allowing you to walk through. That's when you noticed the tattoos littering his hands. His sleeves cut off what you could see, but you assumed that the tattoos stretched further up his arms. You looked up at him, smiling awkwardly as he tilted his head at you. You’d been caught admiring the markings.

“Where’s James? I texted him.” Lily called from the living room. You followed the sound of her voice into the open living area. It was cozy, a mix of large plush armchairs that matched a big squashy brown couch. There were a couple bookcases filled with books, gadgets, and plants surrounding the tv. A record player to the side. The area was so inviting, not at all like your old apartment.

“I don’t know, I just woke up,” The boy said a tad bit annoyed “Care to introduce your friend?” he gestured over to you

“This is Y/N, my friend from work. She needs a place to stay- I texted this all to James I thought he would’ve told you.” she said in a rushed tone. “Where is he? I specifically-”

“-He’s in the shower Lils” called another voice from a boy now entering the room. He was much taller than the first boy. He had sandy brown hair and light eyes, just as handsome as the first boy, but in a softer way. You noticed a scar running across his face that made him more attractive if you were being honest. He smiled kindly at you and said, “I'm Remus, and that’s Sirius.” He nodded to the black haired boy.

Someone came bounding down the steps, another boy with brown hair and green eyes. He was dripping wet with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He was just as attractive as Remus and Sirius, and well you couldn’t help but… admiring… how fit he was. How could you when it was so graciously on display.

“James! Did you not tell them about Y/N?” Lily yelled at James, annoyed but slightly playful.

“I forgot?”

Lily picked up a pillow from the nearby oversized armchair and threw it at James who dodged it and ran back up the stairs laughing. “Get dressed and come back down here!” she called after him.

She whirled back to you and the two other boys, singing and making her way over to the couch, beckoning you to join her. “These boys” she rolled her eyes “It’s a wonder how this house is still standing” she joked with you.

“We can hear you Evans.” Sirius said sliding into an armchair, Remus casually leaning over the back of the same chair.

“That's the point Black” she debuted.

The dripping wet boy, who you guessed must be James, came back downstairs in more than just a towel this time, but donning a pair of glasses.

He walked straight up to you. “Hi I’m James,” He said, shaking your hand heartily. He was quite warm. “Lily told me about your situation and it sounds shit. I, for one, would be perfectly fine with you staying here, but you see this is a democracy and Remus and Sirius also get a vote.” His words left his mouth at a mile a minute, he seemed to have energy like bottled lightning.”Oh by the way,” he turned to the other boys “this is Y/N, she needs a place to stay.”

“Yeah, we got that much mate, thanks.” Remus chuckled.

“You’re frightening her James, you’ll scare her off” Sirius joked.

You laughed slightly, your nerves easing slightly. But the small noise made everyone turn to you for some input.

“Uh- I don’t want to impose, it is totally fine if you decide that you don’t want another roommate, I mean, you all seem very close and it might be awkward adding another person to the mix, so If you don’t want me to live here I get it, I mean, it is your house, I’d just be staying as a guest I guess,” you started playing with your fingers. The boys shared a look.

“I'm gonna stop you right there love,” Sirius interrupted. “We wouldn't mind another roommate at all.”

“Yeah,” James agreed, ”I’m sure you'd fit in perfectly with us lot. I mean, any friend of Lil’s is a friend of ours.” He smiled at you reassuringly.

“Are you sure? I mean it would only be a couple of months until I can find the right place and-”

“No need. Our house is always open to friends. People are always in and out. Lily has stayed here I don’t even know how many times.” Remus interrupted. “You’re fine to stay however long you need, forever if you want.”

“Really? I- I-Uh. Thank you. Really I mean it, I really appreciate it. I’ll be the best roommate ever, I promise! I'll cook and clean.”  At that, the boys smiled back at you. You felt a wave of relief wash over you. “I can get you guys the rent once I'm all moved in.” You were very excited now, Lily sharing your excitement pulled you from the couch and up the stairs to show you your new room.

“Oh no need” Sirius shouts after you but you didn't hear. They could hear the two of you giggling and talking about decorating.

“Ok we're going to need a new list of house rules.” Remus spoke up to the other two boys. 

Sirius looked up at him shocked. “What, why?”

“Well one, she's a girl. That means put clothes on when walking around the house,” he directed at James. “Two she obviously needs to come out of her shell a little, we don't wanna scare her now do we?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” James asks.

“She's not used to the chaos that you two seem to feed off of so, maybe just tone it down slightly.” Remus replied.

“No promises,” Sirius mused.

Remus just brushed him off and said more serious now “She’s also…” he paused making sure you and Lily were still upstairs and couldn't hear, ”a muggle.”

The other two boys nodded understanding this important rule. “So no magic? What about quidditch I can’t just stop- Moony what about you?,” James asked.

Remus thought for a moment. This may be harder than they thought, but they weren’t going to go back on it now. “Ok, just no magic out in the open and be careful about it when you do use it. Agreed?,” the other two nodded. “And as for me… we’ll just figure that out when it comes time.”

Sirius looked at the other two. “And what about when she finds out about…” he motioned between all three of them “Us.”

The three of them shared glances and started thinking of how much they had to keep from you. This was definitely going to be harder than they thought.

[torchickentacos]

15 Questions!

Tagged by @gaycey-sketchit !!!!! Thank you so much for the tag, and I loved reading yours! Long post, sorry lol.

1. Are you named after anyone? Nope! Not to my knowledge, anyways. Though if my mom told me that she named me after Taylor Hawkins from Foo Fighters, I would not be shocked.

2. When was the last time you cried? I think monday? I cry really often, at every single emotion. Happy? I'm going to cry about it. Laughing? My high school theatre class would always point out when they made me cry laugh. Sad? ABSOLUTELY crying about that. I didn't cry but I DID tear up yesterday because I was really happy about something nice someone said to me.

3. Do you have kids? Nope, and no intention of having them. Regardless of my desire to or not (usually not, being the oldest of four is enough for me), my health is not, and never will be, in an acceptable position or ability to go through that, and I've accepted that for a while now.

4. What sports do you play/have you played? As a kid, I played soccer and did gymnastics! In middle school, I BRIEFLY did fencing. My mom told me that when I was fencing is the only time she's ever seen me look truly graceful (lmao, love my mom dw. She's right). Then health stuff came up and I had to stop, but fencing just came as easily to me as breathing did. I always wonder where I'd be if I could have stuck with it. Nothing's ever immediately clicked with me the way fencing did, but it's hell on my joints.

5. Do you use sarcasm? Sometimes, usually when I'm annoyed which isn't TOO often. Or if I'm being hyperbolic for a joke.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people? No clue. I guess their demeanor- if they seem happy or not, if they look stressed, how they're feeling (or how I perceive them as feeling, I guess).

7. What's your eye color? Blue! My friend swears up and down that they're kind of green. I think she's colorblind.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings!!! I am not built for scary movies. I can do some buzzfeed unsolved and I can watch markiplier play indie horror games but that's kind of my limit. I LOVE some types of horror, but my anxiety does not. I will be paranoid for a month after.

9. Any talents? I can play music by ear. Give me a guitar and a random song and ten minutes at most!

10. Where were you born?

11. What are your hobbies? Landscape/scenery art (also other art but it's much harder), writing, playing guitar (used to play piano too but not well. I also own a ukulele that I'm bad at, but generally I can play something on any instrument you give me). But mostly, I pick up and put down hobbies all the time. I've dabbled in crochet, embroidery, sewing, painting, archery, coding, needle felting, gardening, cooking, a little bit of everything. Never long enough to get good at most of them, though. I get bored too quickly.

12. Do you have any pets? A lovely husky (shelter girlie <3) and a gecko! And, for the gecko, a bunch of crickets at any given point in time, which I guess counts because I have to take care of them, too.

13. How tall are you? 5'2 and a half. 5'4 with my doc martens.

14. Favorite subject in school? Assuming lunch doesn't count, I was a theatre girlie. Assuming THAT doesn't count, English. I liked English because if I didn't have an answer, I could just bullshit one, but I usually did enjoy it and had real answers. I'll tell you why the curtains are blue and why they're the specific fabric they are and what the rest of the room means- if I'm interested, anyways.

15. Dream job? Oh boy, uh. Still trying to figure that out. DREAM job, like, without worrying about money or my physical ability to do it? Pro fencer, but I gave up on that a looong time ago. I genuinely believe I could have done it if my knee hadn't gone to shit at fourteen. I'd love to work in a record store or a music store, though, which is a little more in-reach.

Tagging: Anyone who sees this, lmk if you do it from this post!! But also, NO PRESSURE AT ALL but @soulsilversprings @nowandevermore @lostlegendaerie @mozukumi !!! Also whoever else wants to, I get nervous to tag people so assume you're tagged, too!

[magic-hcs]

Alrighty I am here for a matchup if that's alright! (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

Appearance: adult cis woman, she/her, 178 cm tall (5'10"), slight hourglass shape. I'm white, freckled, and I have medium-ish dark brown hair. I have blue/green/gray eyes depending on who you ask and I wear glasses ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

My style is very colorful, pastel femme, I wear a lot of jewellery, and I have a few piercings in my ears (4 in one ear, 2 in the other).

Likes: all animals, colors, musicals, romance (I love love), cuddles and hugs, baking (don't do it enough to be considered a hobby), math! Also emojis, they help me show what I'm feeling so I don't sound rude over text, though that might just be my anxiety thinking that, haha!

Dislikes: spiders, loud noises, crowds (I get overwhelmed •́⁠ ‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ )

Hobbies: sewing, drawing, reading, fitness, crochet, DIYing in general.

Personality: I'm generally optimistic and light-hearted, though I tend to speak before I think.

I'm not very self confident, the only thing about me that I'm truly confident about is my ability to sew. My only flex in life is that my eye measurements are accurate to the milimeter ᕦ⁠༼; ل͜ ;༽⁠ᕤ

I'm a bit awkward and apologetic, as I get very anxious about being too much or being annoying, and I don't wanna be in the way, so I apologize and say thank you a lot.

I'm pretty sensitive, and I can't read people or situations very well, and I get very overwhelmed by crowds and a lot of impressions at once. I'm also honest, sometimes a bit too honest, but I do try to phrase it kindly! If someone were to ask me the cliché "do I look bad in this?", and I think they could look better, I tell them just that. It's gotten me into trouble before haha,,,

When I'm focused, or excited/happy, I tend to make little noises and flap my arms OR hum songs I'm listening to atm, but I try not to in public for obvious reasons lol (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

I get very flustered and a bit stuttery when talking to people I like (at first, that is), but I swear to god I'm trying my best in life, I'm only a very slight trainwreck!

Also, my love language is physical touch and quality time if that helps! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Oh! And I don't mind multiple matches or poly at all, it's all good, though I do see the Tale, Fell and Horror Papyruses as friends or brother figures, so I'd love it if I didn't get matched with any of those babbis romantically.

Sorry it got so long, and thank you so so much! (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

Of course it’s alright! Thank you for being patient. I hope you’ll like it and are comfortable with this boy you can also see it as platonic.

Matchups are closed!

~~matching…~~matching~….~matching~~…~DING~

You match with Thatch!

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(HF Papyrus) Thatch:

First off, you have to crane your neck to look up to him. Thatch is a whopping 250 cm tall boy.

We're gonna assume you guys meet when Thatch has been on the surface for over a decade so he’ll have gotten some help and is on a semi steady road of healing and recovery because this boy went through worse than hell.

Thatch likes your bright colors, it’s a subtle reminder that it is safe enough to afford being able to make yourself more colorful. He’ll end up donning some brighter colors like yellows and soft reds.

Thatch isn’t used to touch (touch starved boy alert) but hugs and the like aren’t unwelcome in the least, he just tenses up and flinches slightly when it happens before relaxing into them. He finds your use of emojis in texts to show what you’re feeling very endearing. Thatch finds himself smiling softly often at the emojis you send.

Thatch needs some positivity in his life so your optimism is very appreciated. He doesn’t mind your talk before thinking thing.

Thatch doesn’t like crowds either and it’s good that you’re honest. He has a dislike for people who sugarcoat stuff and hide behind a mask of politeness.

He thinks you excited flaps and noises are absolutely darling. At first he thought you were so stuttery because you were intimidated by him. But when he found out it was because you liked him it was his turn to be shy.

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I hope you enjoyed!

[cc-reese09]

AKASHA - Aang x Oc

Chapter 2 - The Southern Water Tribe

Air

I can finally breath again! But what happened to me? I start to feel something take control of me and make me stand up and almost tumble down until I feel someone catch me.

I open my eyes to be met with piercing blue eyes looking back at me. Their hair was in a sort of ponytail and they were wearing a water tribe coat.

"Well hi there." I say waving my hand in a greeting manner

"Um hi?" The boy says back to me but it sounded more like a question than a greeting.

I look to my side to see Aang being held up by a girl with the same blue eyes and water tribe coat. But her hair is in little loopy things.

I look back to the boy in the blue and ask, "What's your name?"

"Umm I don't think I should be telling a stranger that just came walking out of an iceberg that." He says looking to his sister I assume because of the easy resemblance.

I laugh at his smart but funny reasoning to not give me his name. I sit up on the ice, but a few moments later I feel a tug on my clothing. I look up and Aang is holding out his hands for me to grab so I can stand.

I wabble a little bit before I am able to stand up straight. "What's going on here?" Aang says pulling me closer by the waist just incase we are being found by not so nice people.

"You tell us!" The boy says, "How did you two get in the ice? And why aredn't ya'll frozen?" The boy pokes Aang in the side with the butt of his spear.

Aang pushes the spear to the side annoyed, "We aren't sure." He looks to me silently asking me if I new, but I just gave him a little shrug.

A low, gruff noise suddenly fills the air, coming from within the crater of the iceberg. Me and Aang look at each other and smile. We scramble up the ridge of the ice and happily jump on the head of Appa.

"Appa! Are you all right?" Aang says hanging down the side of the beast to look into his eyes which are still closed.

"Appa. Wake up, buddy." I say rubbing Appa's fur trying to wake him up. He suddenly opens his eyes and licks me and Aang while we laugh.

"Ha, ha! You're okay!" Aang and I hug the bison's nose.

"What is that thing?" The boy says with his eye's wide.

"This is Appa, my-" I elbow him in the side knowing that Aang needs to share Appa since I didn't get my flying bison.

"-our flying bison." Aang smiles and rubs his side while mumbling an 'ow' to me. I just smile and pat Appa on the nose.

"Right, and this is Katara, my flying sister." The boy gestures towards the girl which tells me that I was right and that her name is Katara. Aang dosen't know what to say because he knows only certain people (like me) can fly.

Our attentio is quickly diverted back towards the sky bison who is starting to inhale deeply. At this I start to walk back so I don't get bison snot on me. Aang ducks before Appa sneezes, sending a large blast of green snot flying directly onto the boy.

"Don't worry, it'll wash out" Aang says to the boy. "So do you guys live around here?"

"Don't answer that! Did you see that crazy bolt of light?! They were probably trying to signal the Fire Navy!"

"Oh yeah, I'm sure he's a spy for the Fire Navy. You can tell by that evil look in their eye's." Katara says pushing her brothers spear down.

"The paranoid one is my brother, Sokka. You guys never told us your name."

"I'm A... a-a-a-Achoo!" Aang sneezes and flies about maybe 10 or more feet up in the air.

"Dramatic much?" I say to Aang as he lands softly on the ground. He looks at me as I smirk making him blush.

"I'm Aang, and this is Kirro."

"Hii!"

In total disbelief Sokka says, "You just sneezed... and flew up ten feet in the air!" and points up to the sky

"Really? It felt higher than that." Aang questions, not really sure how high he flew up.

A gasp is taken by Katara in relization saying, "You guys must be airbenders."

"Sure are." I say proudly pulling Aangs arm to interlock with mine, and shineing a proud smile at the two siblings.

"Giant light beams, flying bison, airbenders... I think I got midnight sun madness. I'm going home to where stuff makes sense." Sokka says walking away but then realizing he has no where to go.

"Well, if you guys are stuck, we can give you a ride on Appa." I nod in agreement with him. Then mount Appa's head with Aang

"We'd love a ride! Thanks!" Katara says running to the side of Appa. I reach my arms down to help her get into the saddle. But then her brother starts to say, "Oh no! I'm not getting on that fluffy snot monster!"

"Are you hoping some other kind of monster will come along and give you a ride home? You know before you freese to death?" Katara shoots back at Sokka knowing he has no choice but to eather freeze to death or get on the sky bison.

Sokka opens his mouth in defiance and point at Katara, ready to say something but he can't think of anything so he signs and bow his head in defeat. He walks over and i help him onto Appas saddle.

"Okay, first time flyers, hold on tight! Appa, yip-yip!" Aang whips the reins and App growls in response.

He moves his tail up and down and takes a huge jump into the air. He soars through the air for merely a few seconds, making it appear as though he would fly, before belly-flopping into the water with a splash.

"Come on,Appa. Yip-yip!" Aang says again trying to get Appa to fly but he just growls in return.

"Wow, that was truly amazing..." Sokka says sarcastically while Katara shoots her brother an angry glance.

"Appa's just a little tired. A little rest and he'll be soaring through the sky, You'll see."

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"Hey, I was wondering, ya'll being airbenders and all if one of you had any idea what happened to the Avatar and the Akasha?" Katara says turning her head to look down at me and Aang for an answer. But before I could tell her we were the Avatar and Akasha. Aang started speaking.

"Oh, no. I didn't know them. I mean, I knew people that knew them, but I didn't. Sorry." I looked towards Aang to see him looking at me already telling me to just go with it.

"Same here, sorry." I say to Katara and she replies with, "Okay. Just curious." She then turns back around to go to bed and get some rest before saying good night to us both.

"You know they are gonna have to find out sometime." I say looking to Aang with a worried look knowing what he is think about.

"Yeah, but not right now I mean we just met them."

"Okay." I say and lay my head on Aang's shoulder. I start to close my eyes and before I know it I'm fast asleep.

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I'm woken up by the sudden shaking of the person behind me I turn to see Katara shaking Aang awake. With his arm still holding my waist I turn to face him.

"Aang, Kirro, the village wants to meet ya'll." Katara says looking from Aang to me then her demeanor changes when she sees how Aang is holding me.

"Oh okay, we will be out there in a second." He calls back to her as she turns to go out the tent.

"Good morning." Aang says kissing my forehead.

"Good morning" I reply smiling. I throw the covers off of me and start to get dressed, and so does Aang.

We start to walk out of the tent when Katara runs up to use with the rest of the village behind her.

"Aang, Kirro, this is the entire village. Entire village, Aang and Kirro." Katara says gesturing towards the group of people behind her.

Me and Aang bow in respect but the villagers cower back in fear which makes us look at each other wondering what is wrong.

"What's wrong? Why are they looking at us like that?" I say to Katara wondering why the villagers are scared of us.

"Did Appa sneeze on us?" Aang says looking to my clothing then to his clothing.

"Well no one has seen Airbenders in a hundred years." Said an old lady, "We thought they were extinct, until my granddaughter and grandson found you two."

"Extinct?" Aang looks to me in confusion while I look to Katara in confusion. She just smiles at me.

"Aang, Kirro this is my grandmother." She says.

"Call me Gran-Gran." Gran-Gran says. Sokka walks up to Aang and snatches his glider out of his hands to examine it.

"What is this, a weapon?," He moves to the side then jabs Aang in the side acting as if he were stabbing him. "You can't stab anything with this!"

Aang airbends his staff back to his hands, "It's not for stabbing! It's for airbending." He opens the glider making Sokka gasp in fright and cover his head with his hands.

"Magic trick! Do it again!" A little village girl says jumping up and down excitingly.

"No magic, airbending," I say looking to Aang telling him to demonstrate. He does by moving his glider around him. "It let's him control the air currents around his glider and fly."

"Ya know, last time I checked, humans can't fly!" Sokka says, mocking us in his states of disbelief.

"Check Again!" Aandg looks to me telling me I should take off into the sky and fly, which is what I did. Leaving Katara smiling in astonish and Aang smiling in awe, but Sokka covering his face against the wind.

"She's flying" Says the little village girl.

"How is she flying without a glider thing?" Sokka says, Aang just looks at him with a smile proud of me knowing that I'm his Akasha.

Aang then grabs his glider and pushes himself off the ground. The village stares in awe is me and Aang loop around each other and turn in the sky.

"It's amazing." The village girl says looking at us as we fly around each other.

Aang passes over me smiling broadly at me. I smile back to him and turn sideways to show off to the villagers, but before I can turn my head to see where I'm going I run in to a huge watch tower and my head is stuck in the snow. 

I feel hands on my waist pulling me backwards to get me out which I assume is Aang. We tumble down the tower with snow covering us. Aang gets up and pulls me up with him hold my waist to steady me.

"That was amazing!" Katara says running over to where we collapsed.

Sokka runs towards the tower and starts to pat it in hope that he can save it from collapsing any further, but Sokka is knocked down by a large pack of snow that fell down.

"Great. You two are airbenders, Katara's a waterbender. Together yall can just waste time all day long." He says freeing himself fro underneath all the weight of the snow.

"You're a waterbender?" I look at Katara knowing that Aang needs a waterbending teacher to teach him waterbending.

"Well, sort of. Not yet."

"All right, no more playing. Come on, Katara you have chores." Gran-Gran leads Katara away from me and Aang, while the children surround us Aang then puts his tongue to his staff.

"See? Now my tongue is stuck to my staff!" A kid pulls on it and Aang stumbles forward.

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Me and Katara run up to Sokka as the children of the village leave. "Have you seen Aang? Gran-Gran said he disappeared over an hour ago." Katara says, then Aang appears out from the outhouse igloo.

"Wow! Everything frezes in there!" Aang says pulling his pants up a little bit higher. I snicker in response.

"Uh! Kirro, get him out of here! This lesson is for warriors only!" Sokka says pointing angrily at Aang.

"You mean children, Sokka?" I say putting my hand on my hips, raising a brow at him he just turns around to the sound of laughing to see the children sliding down Appa's tail like a slide.

At the end of his tail is Sokka's propped-up spear that they fly over. "Stop! Stop it right now!" The laughter of the village children stifled immediately. 

"What's wrong with you?! We don't have time for fun and games with the War going on." Sokka says directing his anger towards and which makes me scrunch up my face in anger that he is yelling at him for no reason.

"What war? What are you talking about?" Aang slides down from Appa's head as I go to stand by him.

"You're kidding, right?" Sokka looks at Aang but the expression on Aang's face changes when he see's a penguin. 

"Prenguin!"

The animal is startled by Aang's outburst and quickly waddles off. He starts to chase it, racing past Katara, Sokka, and I, enhancing his speed with his airbending. He leaves a deep trail in the snow as he dashes after the penguin.

"He's kidding, right?" Sokka says as I run and chase after Aang and the penguin.

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"Aang, Kirro?" I hear Katara yell as me and Ang are trying to catch a penguin for us to go sledding on.

She laughs at our horrible attempts, "Aang, Kirro. I'll help you catch a penguin if you both teach me waterbending."

Having grabbed the tail of a penguin, he holds on as it pulls him through the snow for a short way before letting go and looking up at Katara. 

"You got a deal! Just one little problem, " He airbends himself into a sitting position. "Were airbenders, not a waterbenders. Isn't there someone in your tribe who can teach you?"

"No, You're looking at the only waterbender in the whole south pole." Katara says sadly looking down.

"This isn't right. A waterbender needs to master water." He thinks for a moment. "What about the North Pole? There's another Water Tribe up there, right? Maybe they have waterbenders who could teach you."

"Maybe, but we haven't had contact with our sister tribe in a long time. It's not exactly "turn right at the second glacier". It's on the other side of the world." Katara says gesturing that it is not that easy.

"But you forget, We have a flying bison. Appa, Kirro and I can personally fly you to the North Pole. Katara, we're going to find you a master!" Aang says pointing to himself and me happily.

"That's ... I mean, I don't know. I've never left home before." She says, unsure of the idea.

"Well, you think about it, but in the meantime, can you teach us to catch one of these penguins?"

"Okay, listen closely my young pupils.  Catching penguins is an ancient and sacred art, " She conjures a fish out of her sleeve. "Observe!"

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We soar through the air for a moment before landing on the slope and continuing our journey downward. We race down and Aang uses another iceberg as a ramp to propel him into the air and to soar over and past Katara and I. 

I in turn use the next jump to land next to Aang again. We laugh and shout out as they gleefully ride over snowy bumps.

"I haven't done this since I was a kid!" Katara says.

"You still are a kid!" I say

The three of us ride through a tunnel of ice. I'm is in the lead and tries to hold Katara and Aang back by constantly changing my direction when he wants to pass me. 

Aang solves this problem by increasing his speed with airbending, enabling him to race over the ceiling past me. The tunnel levels out on an open plain of ice where the three of us get off our rides.

 The plain itself is dominated by a large metal ship, elevated and held in place by a large protrusion of ice with the bow pointing toward the sky. Curious, Aang gazes at it.

"Whoa! What is that?" Me and Aang said at the same time.

"A Fire Navy ship. And a very bad memory for my people." Aang begins to approach the wreckage with me behind him. 

"Aang, Kirro stop! we're not allowed to go near it! The ship could be booby-trapped!"

"If you want to be a bender, you have to let go of fear." I say to Katara and turn back around and walk faster to catch up to Aang.

Katara ponders over that remark for a moment and walks towards us with a scared look upon her face. We venture closer toward the ship. 

Aang helps Me to climb some of the blocks of ice that lay beside the ship and they crawl through a hole in the hull of the ship. While I help Katara. Aang walks through the silent rooms of the shipwreck. 

Some white hamsters roam the otherwise deserted ship. Aang enters a room stocked with weapons in various places.

"This ship has haunted my tribe since Gran-Gran was a little girl. It was part of the Fire Nation's first attacks." Her voice echoes through the room.

"Okay, back up. Me and Kirro have friends all over the world, even in the Fire Nation." Aang picks up a weapon but puts it back down then pulls me closer to him away from the weapons. "We've never seen any war."

"Kirro, how long were you two in that iceberg?" Katara ask me but I answer uncertainly

"I don't know. A few days, maybe?"

"I think it was more like a hundred years!" Katara exclaims I look at her in disbelief.

"What?!" Me and Aang say at the same time in unusion

"That's impossible! Do we look like a hundred-sixteen-year-old people to you?"

"Think about it. The War is a century old. You don't know about it because, somehow, you both were in there the whole time! It's the only explanation" Katara says hinting at a point of why we don't know anything about any War.

I back away and slump to floor in shock. Aang sits beside me rubbing my back and holding my right arm in comfort.

"A hundred years!" I says sadly. "I can't believe it."

"I'm sorry, Kirro, Aang." I look to her in disbelief. I can't believe we have been gone a hundred years and that there has been a war going on this whole time.

"Maybe somehow there's a bright side to all this" Katara says I look up at her

"We did get to meet you." Aang says looking at Katara then back to me with a smile

"Come on, let's get out of here." Katara hold out a hand to help me up

Katara smiles and pulls me to my feet and we exit the room.

"Kirro, Aang, let's head back, this place is creepy." she says looking around in worry

Aang ventures down yet another room with me being on his trail. There, he trips over a thin rope; as he stumbles, metal bars slide downward over the entrance, barring it and trapping us inside.

"Huh?" Aang says turning around. Me and Katara follow his gaze.

We all run toward the bars and peek through them.

"What's that you said about booby traps?" I say holding on to the bars looking at where the bars came from.

The gears and engines of the shipwreck suddenly power up, beginning to function. In shock, Katara, I, and Aang follow the movements of the machines until suddenly, a flare is fired and explodes high in the sky.

"Uh oh" Aang notices a hole in the roof of the ship and takes me into his arms. while Katara hold on to Aang. "Hold on tight!"

"Aaah!" Katara yells

Aang enhances the power of his jump with his airbending to jump several feet into the air through the hole and down the glacers of ice. We walk back to the village to see everyone already there staring at us.

Uh oh they saw the flare too.

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Hi guys just wanted to say thank you for checking out my second book and I hope you like this story so far I am going to be updating a lot on this one so be aware.

[fleabagflu]

Jealously, Jealously

pairing(s): jake seresin x plus!sized reader x bradley bradshaw; dagger squad, platonic!

synopsis: as a joke, your financé’s like to flirt with you on the nights you bartender at your mom’s bar. your father, maverick, with the rest of the TOPGUN family; all have become annoyed which only encourages you all further. tonight, however, is a different story when your family notices two boys who can’t take the hint to leave you alone. tonight, your boys flirt with you out of jealously and possessiveness.

warning(s): unwanted flirting from a stranger, jakebradley being guard dogs and whores, sexual innuendos, poly, happy/fluffy ending, minor angst, cursing!

word count: 1411!

authors note: ok so this idea came to me in a brillant moment as i was trying to fall asleep the other night. i finally found time to write it and i’m actually pretty happy with it! also, side note, the reader is the older daughter of pete & penny, which also means that maverick and penny with both be a little bit more parental and mad when the unwanted flirting is directed towards their daughter!

this gif is not mine and was found on another imagine. if someone knows the creator please let me know so i can give them proper credit!

much love babies! leni <3

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jupiter by matt maltese!

Tonight had begun the same as always.

You were stationed behind the bar with a damp blue rag tossed over your clothed shoulder. Your mother, Penny, had been curled up next to your dad over in the back; watching the ongoing pool match between the two teams. It was the same as every night, Jake, Bradley, and Coyote VS Bob, Phoenix, and Payback. Fanboy, Omaha, Fritz, Harvard, and Yale had decided to be at tables; ice beers staining the bar tops below.

Of course the boys had been engrossed in their game, but at the sight of you, Jake ‘accidentally’ smacked Bradley and both ended up directing their eyes to you. You were a natural at talking to people. Smiles given as customers tucked bills underneath of glasses.

“Can’t you spent five minutes without eyefucking her?”

Jake grinned at Natasha’s deadpan, aiming the pool cue at his target. Bradley took a different approach and rolled his eyes. Pete grimaced, taking a drink of his beer before placing a quick kiss on Penny’s forehead.

“Please don’t talk about them eyefucking my daughter.”

The group laughed, chuckles that echoed over the music coming from the jukebox. Your eyes found their in a moment. The tingle that ran up your spine had you grinning, a permanent scrunch settling between your eyes.

Penny slapped his chest. “You know they are getting married! Besides, I think it’s cute!”

Jake and Bradley raised their beers. A small clink followed. The boys watched as Bob sunk the eight ball, sighing to themselves. They hated fucking losing.

As a rematch began, all of their eyes had been drawn to the green table. Deciding against leaving the crowded bar to the two boys on the other end, you moved down, taking the busiest spot. In hindsight, you really shouldn’t have.

“Hi sweetheart.”

Your eyebrow quirked up, the grin you wore immediately leaving. The man in front of you was average height and of average build. He was not one of your boys.

“Awe come on. Don’t pout baby.”

Another boy settled on his side. Both stood together, seemingly matching polos. A group of people you only assumed were their friends stood behind, all wearing grins and cologne. You wanted to puke.

You never wanted to cause trouble. Deciding to avoid drama, you simply ask the question that has fallen from your lips a million times. “What can I get you?”

The boy on the left had a predatory smile. You felt uneasy.

“How about you in the back?”

Your mouth gaped open like a fish. You unconsciously pulled down the sweatshirt that covered your thighs, desperately trying to shield your bare legs.

“Lost for words baby?”

That seemed to snap you out of your stupor. You brought up your hand, the big dimond reflecting the fluorescents. Their eyes dropped down to it but they didn’t seem to take the hint.

Right-boy simply leaned on the bar. You could smell weed and vodka on his breath. You gagged.

“Come on, let me treat you right.”

This time, you laughed. His eyebrows furrowed and he pulled back. You stared back at him, erupting in a fit of laughter again. There was no way in hell. 

Devon, Penny’s oldest bartender, had escorted himself towards your parents. He had overheard the conversation, and knowing you wouldn’t say anything, decided to take matters into his own hands. He approached from the side, holding three more beers in his hands.

“These two guys are harassing Y/N.”

Jake shot up at the statement, Bradley squeezing his beer till his knuckles turned white. Heads swiveled in your direction, watching as you forcefully slammed your ring-clad hand down and cursing falling from your lips. Maverick jumped up, Penny not far behind, Jake, Bradley, and the rest of the group slowly making their way over to you. You were their girl, their daughter, their family. All of them wanted to protect you.

You had been so engrossed in trying not to freak out, you didn’t notice the group slowly making their way towards you. Today, they had dressed in half casuals, all of them in their khaki pants but civilian shirts. They blended right in with the crowd.

“Come on, I can make you feel so good.”

You wanted to throw an insult at left-boy but were interrupted by your father intervening.

“Don’t ever fucking say that again.”

Penny’s hands were drawn in fists while both Jake and Bradley were attempting to not take the two down. They had stood behind your father, flanking his sides while your mother was pressed into your father’s side. The rest of TOPGUN stood their ground behind. Without saying a word, Phoenix, Fanboy, and Payback came around from the other side. Essentially, they blocked them in.

Not taking the point, right-boy looked him up and down. Scoffing, he yanked his shoulder from the mans tight grip. “Shut up. We were just talking,” his head turned towards you, “weren’t we sweetheart.”

Jake saw red.

Pete backed off, knowing Jake and Bradley could handle it. The blonde man approached slowly, an anger burning in his eyes that had you warm to your core. You suddenly exhaled the breathe you held. I’m ok.

His face was deathly calm as he spoke. “Don’t you ever, ever, talk to her again.”

If the boys were nervous, they didn’t show it. Jake didn’t back up, simply staring down at the polo’s they wore. Deciding against saying anything but also wanting to convey so much, you settled for something simple.

Without uttering one word, you bent down and plucked Jake’s hat from it’s spot below the bar. Normally, when it came time for the “final act,” Jake would sneak past the bar and place his hat over your hair, claiming you. Bradley has his own way, wrapping his Hawaiian shirt over your shoulders. This time, all you did was put the cowboy hat on the bar, smirking widely at the strangers’ shocked faces.

Jake, with what came second nature, grabbed the cowboy hat and the boys watched as you leaned across the bar so he could place it on you. Your expression was love-struck, cheeks cherry red, and a sweet smile on your lips. Jake was calm, Bradley quickly taking off his Hawaiian shirt and throwing it towards you. You slipped into it easily. You grinned at the shocked boys.

Before anyone could say anything, a boy from the back asked, “Both?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, holding out your hands for Jake and Bradley to grab. They immediately did, slipping their hands into yours. “You should leave now.”

Left boy shook his head. “Your such a fucking tease. Such a brat.”

To be fair, you knew what was coming. Really, everyone knew what was coming.

No one flinched as Jake pounced on him, Bradley holding the other guy back. Maverick threw a punch for fun one and Penny and Phoenix threw open the front doors. The bar chanted overboard, Jake and Coyote yanking up left-boy while Bradley and Payback followed with the second. Bob, Fanboy, Yale, and Harvard shooed the others out behind. You didn’t know what happened outside, but a smile broke out on your face anyway. You knew deep down, you would always be protected.

Hours later, Jake and Bradley had you squished between them on your couch.

Your dogs were on the L-section, all of your boys not letting you out of their sight. Expedition Unknown had been playing on a tv. Your smile was wide, head on Jake’s lap as your legs were thrown over Bradley’s. They both kept themselves content, grounding themselves at the feeling of you.

“You know we love you right?”

You hummed back. Eyes fluttering closed as a kiss was gently placed on your calf.

Bradley added onto Jake’s earlier statement. “We would never let anything happen to you.”

You left Jake’s lap momentarily and ignored his protests.

“Loves, I know.” Smiles crossed their lips. “I always will chosen you.”

You resumed your previous postion. You missed the way their eyes met, and a conformation of their love passed through. They would die without you. You were their glue. They would do anything for you. And as scary as it sounded, Jake and Bradley couldn’t be more ready.

For the rest of the night, your boys watched as you emersed yourself in Expedition Unknown; making Blue, Crunch, and Shaggy (your dogs) join you; and eventually falling asleep in the comfort of your boys arms.

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thanks for reading loves! i hope you enjoyed!

[ichayalovesyou]

(Re)Discovering A Strange New Spock: “Miri” (1x08)

Previous: What Are Little Girls Made Of?

Next: Dagger of The Mind

A meta anthology where I re-examine TOS, especially Spock, in light of the new information Discovery & Strange New Worlds has revealed about him to us.

Onto the Analysis!

No Appetite For Green Blood

“Being a red blooded human obviously has its disadvantages.”

Yet another testament to Spock’s utter distaste for Humans and rejection of the humanity within himself. I know you’d probably HATE to hear this Mr. Spock but you sound just like your father! Also, point of advice spock, maybe don’t tease the CMO whose tryna save everyone’s lives atm!

That being said his Vulcan blood is both saving his life, and could isolate him here on this foreign world. Doomed to live much, much longer than those around him. Almost a microcosm of his senior years… oof. So he gets to be a little flippant and infodump about microscopes a bit, as a treat.

Our Boys In The Only Blue I Respect (Science!)

On a slightly lighter note! This is the first time Spock & Bones have had to work together in a vacuum where there are no other science division members as a buffer. They are the only people on this planet capable of getting the job done.

Not only that we finally see them with the same priority, and agreeing with each other on something other than keeping Jim safe. It is the fact that the communicators are, in the grand scheme, more important than finding Janice. None of them can save her if they’re all dead. On this much, Bones and Spock agree, and remind Jim of that reality.

Almost Losing Bones (Do I Have A SECOND Friend?! Ugh! Annoying!)

They’ve stopped outright disliking each other, they’ve learned to trust each other, they’ve started teasing, they both realized Jim needs both of them. Now Spock is realizing he cares about and respects this curmudgeonly Doctor a lot more than he had anticipated.

Spock doesn’t want McCoy needlessly risking his life when Jim could get back to them in time. When Bones recklessly injects himself with the possible cure, and realizes something is wrong, the person he cries out to in panic is Spock. Possibly because McCoy instinctively knows, if anybody is gonna save him from himself, it’s gonna be him.

Then what does Spock do after checking McCoy’s vitals after he finds him?! He takes Bones hands and doesn’t let go, not even when Jim returns. The significance of touching hands in Vulcan culture brings further potency to this. Was this an instinctive, sentimental human gesture from a living man to a dying one. Or, was it subtle, deliberate Vulcan mental contact?

There���s a lot more adventures to be had in SNW, but as far as we know. This is may be the first time Spock has been in telepathic contact with someone who is unconscious and he believes is dying. I can’t help but be reminded of when AOS Spock stayed and melded with Pike as he died in Into Darkness.

On the same subject, I’ve talked about the ways Kirk reminds Spock of Chris (and Michael). I think, especially in this moment of reckless self-sacrifice, Bones reminds Spock of him too. Not only of Chris, but of Hemmer, who sacrificed himself as well, abrasive and grumpy on the surface but with an incredibly gentle soul underneath.

How much he gleaned of this truth from touch telepathy or from the immediate emotional pressure of Bones possibly dying is of course, ambiguous. Another aspect of this is for the first time since they’ve met, Bones was right! He was crazy and brash and almost died needlessly but Spock’s guilty of that too, just not today!

Spock is visibly relieved that it turns out he wasn’t dying after all, not only that but to his disbelief, correct in his risk. Jim is even present for most of the undeniable proof that Spock does care for Dr. McCoy.

I assume not wanting to ruin the progress or betray Spock’s trust Kirk might’ve kept his mouth shut. Just like he waits for Spock & Bones to concede to each other than oust the fact one confided to him that he agreed with the other in private.

Bones doesn’t know how much Spock cares yet, and won’t for a while. Spock may know that Bones cares thanks to the events of the episode. They’ll both know they care about each other eventually, but won’t admit it for a looong time. Jim knows they care about each other, but knows they’ll have to figure that part out for themselves.

The triumvirate continues to solidify as their adventures continue. Bones and Spock’s relationship in particular, crossed a threshold in this episode.

[tonguetiedraven]

Hi, I was just wondering if you have any headcanons for Blue Exorcist?

I'm not sure why, but my mind went entirely blank when I saw this ask xD I've managed to mostly rally my brain cells back together and come up with a few for the exwires and a few general ones :) Rin

ADHD and Dyslexia. (Are those really still head canons or are they considered canon at this point?)

Really sensitive to textures and gets easily distracted and upset if he’s wearing scratchy things.

Loves cuddling. Platonic or romantic is fine. He just likes cuddling.

He has one of Shirou’s rosaries and keeps it with him at all times.

Always chewing on things. Pencils, pens, food, gum, fingernails, sticks, sleeves, anything he can get hold of.

Run’s warmer than most people but is always cold.

Bi. Boy is very bi and still realizing it about himself.

Never really gets sick, even before the demon thing. When he does he’s very quiet about it and tries to hide it until he can’t.

Likes shopping, and doesn’t really care what he’s shopping for. Anything is fun.

Loves kids and is really good with them. Wants some whenever he gets older.

Yukio

Always cold (it’s the depression.)

Loves sweets and never allows himself them.

Thinks slapstick is one of the greatest forms of comedy.

Adores puns and is quick to think of them.

Addicted to caffeine.

Knows Latin

Chose to get the Doctor Meister because Rin’s optimistic belief in him made him want to be a doctor.

Demisexual.

Shadow demons terrified him as a child, and it still makes him afraid of the dark even though he’ll never admit it.

Anal about having his books/manga in a certain order and gets really annoyed if they’re moved.

Ryuuji

Needs glasses and hates them so he bought himself contacts the minute he could.

He gets the migraine from his mother and they’re always aggravated by skipping meals. He carries protein bars around to help avoid missing meals.

Likes to draw/paint to relieve stress and keep himself loose for drawing magical circles. He likes to sketch his classmates and would be mortified if they ever saw his stuff.

Enjoys Japanese operas and has a few entirely memorized.

Gay and very private about it.

I think I have curry as his favorite food in every fic I write, lol. He strikes me as the type to feel guilty about loving something so unhealthy, and rarely allows himself the treat.

Doesn’t care for coffee at all but is addicted to green tea.

Crabby as hell if he has to stay up past his bedtime.

His prayer beads were gifted to him by his father when he was a child and just learning how to chant.

Has a hard time falling asleep without listening to chants.

Introvert and protective of his alone time. If he chooses to give it up for you, you’re important.

Konekomaru

The official bug removed. He has no fear of creepy-crawlies and has been tasked with getting rid of them since he was a kid because Renzou gets loud when there are bugs around.

Prefers reading nonfiction to anything else.

Hates getting up early but makes himself do it anyway.

Has gotten in trouble on numerous occasions for feeding stray cats around the temple.

Renzou

Thank to Rynoa’s fantastic work, I now headcanon him as disliking especially sweet things. He only eats sweets because he thinks girls likes them.

He’s extremely good at figuring out escape routes and always locates the obvious and not obvious exits whenever he goes someplace. Never know when you’re gonna need to escape.

Was scared of Yamantaka when he was little and still doesn’t fully know what to make of him.

He’s seen demons all his life and has always considered Bon and Konekomaru naive to dedicate their lives to fighting them without any real idea what they’re like.

Smart and tries very hard to hide it.

Shiemi

Extrovert but shy.

I also think she’s a demisexual.

She’s seen demons all her life, but they never scared her. She’s always assumed they were friendly unless proven otherwise.

She will prune any plant she’s near. It’s just a habit at this point.

She’ll poke around house plants and check their leaves and soil to make sure they’re happy.

Izumo

Ride or die friend. She will tease/mock you relentlessly and tear anyone apart who dares to do the same.

She knows how to knit and likes to make little dolls. She’s extremely bashful about gifting them.

She adores colorful gel pens and glitter pens.

Vegetarian

General head canons

Mephisto has the sky at True Cross rigged so the stars are visible.

Lewin is connected to Section 13, but not a full clone. I think he was a test subject as a child.

Kuro chases mice away from the dorms when he’s not hanging with Rin.

I head canon Takara is controlled entirely by the demon and in a sort of sleep paralysis state, very occasionally waking from it before the demon sends him back to sleep.

Demons sleep with their eyes partly open (Rin included) so they can keep mildly alert even while they’re asleep.

[userlando]

I dunno if you do requests, but if you did a possessive/jealous Tom Hardy (or Eddie, or Alfie.... I dunno, they all give off the vibe) I would I've you like my soul or something......,........

oh god, inspiration strikes again..

Alfie wasn’t a soft man, both physically and mentally. He didn’t grow up in the warmest household and his mother, bless her heart, did everything to raise her boys to be great men when their father failed in that department.

Not to say that she’d failed, considering where Alfie had ended up, but it provided him with enough resources and money to take care of her the way she’d struggled to put food on the table and provide for him and his siblings during his childhood.

Alfie wasn’t soft when he’d done unspeakable things during the war, and he certainly wasn’t soft when he’d taken his place as the king of London. His hard exterior and the amount of blood on his hands was enough for people to fear him. And that’s all he would ever ask for. Because fear was respect, and Alfie would pry out anyone’s teeth with pliers if anyone dared to show him anything else.

Alfie wasn’t soft, but that’s the word he’d describe himself feeling when he heard you laugh for the first time. It had been five years but he remembered it so vividly that it still - to this day - made his hands shake in a way he’d never admit out loud. God forbid someone would hear him spew soppy shit that only you found endearing and romantic.

It was a rainy afternoon and Alfie was craving an evening at the pub after a long day at the distillery. A drink was all he’d come for, but then he’d heard you laugh and his ears had immediately perked at the sound.

It wasn’t difficult for him to locate where that sound came from. Because as he suspected, your face was just as radiating as your laugh and it sounded silly, but he knew from the moment he laid eyes on you, that he had to have you.

You were tough at first, your boundaries and lack of interest unlike any other woman’s he’d usually pick up. The way you seemed so unattainable only seemed to pull unwanted male attention, but the more he tried to pursue you, the more word got around. You were his woman, and only his. It infuriated you at first because you were no one else’s but yours, though Alfie knew you’d secretly loved it. Even though you refused to admit it even years later when the topic arose in conversation.

So, Alfie wasn’t soft. But he was soft for you, and he was soft for your laugh. Which was why his ears - much like that day at the pub - perked when he heard your giggle echo in the distillery. A frown immediately cast over his face as he placed his pen down on the surface of his desk.

He glanced around in confusion at first, wondering who the fuck you were speaking to that made you giggle like that. And his stomach churned when he thought of all the greasy men who were working under the roof of his distillery, who’d been instructed to not speak to you if not absolutely necessary. Everybody knew this. No one was foolish enough to risk losing their ball sack to a rusty shank.

Or so, that’s what Alfie thought.

The chair squeaked in protest as he rose from it, rough hands flat on the table to heave himself up as he grunted in annoyance. Annoyance because someone was clearly not doing their job, and annoyance because you knew better than to prance around at the distillery when there was work to be done. And chances are, you looked absolutely gorgeous doing it.

Alfie’s suspicions were correct, he realised, as he walked down the creaky stairs to the base floor. He found you a few yards away, legs that he loved so much clad in stockings he knew he’d be ripping off later. You had the same green dress on he’d seen you dress in before he left for work that morning.

He would’ve stood there and appreciated the way your dress flared where your back met your bottom, or the way you’d prettily pinned your hair back just far enough to reveal your neck. The very same neck he’d buried his face into the night before and just this morning.

Alfie couldn’t appreciate it though, mostly because of the two dimwits standing in front of you, greased up faces smiling as they spoke to you. As if Alfie paid them to slack off. Fucking idiots.

As Alfie moved closer, he could hear your soft voice ask ‘How’s Claire doing? What a strong woman she is for birthing your lovely twins!’ It admittedly made Alfie soften for a second, because of course you’d take interest in everyone’s life and show genuine concern. That was the major difference between you two. Where Alfie lacked, you made up for.

“Right, last time I checked, I paid you fucking idiots to do your jobs,” Alfie startled the two men as he approached, voice booming as usual. “So, tell me what you’re bloody standing around here for.”

You turned around with ease, having been with him long enough to not bat an eyelash at his vulgar words and flaring anger. His face was scrunched up in an expression that would make any sensible man and woman in London cower in fear, and you placed a hand on his meaty arm in a poor effort to calm him down. And to silently tell him to shut up and behave.

“Alfie.” You greeted him like he wasn’t shooting daggers at the two men who now looked like they wanted nothing more than to bolt. You couldn’t blame them. “Hi sweetheart. I was just talking to Christopher and William here about their families. Did you know Will had twins?”

Alfie only managed a grunt because why did you know their names? And Will?

He didn’t know if he wanted to drag the bastard into his office by his cock and beat his face into three different shades or to toss them out on their sorry arses. He knew the first option would send him into the doghouse for God knows how long, and the other option would cause more problems between the two of you than he dared to think about.

“Two girls.” The one he assumed was named William said, albeit a little shakily. The man next to him elbowed him and they both went quiet.

“Right, I must’ve missed the part where I fucking asked.” Alfie was livid, and there were so many factors playing into that reason.

These animals who worked under him knew to never lay their eyes on you, nevertheless talk to you. And he wanted to be angry at how good you looked, at the audacity to walk into the distillery when he knew he disliked you hanging around here during office hours.

Mostly, he wanted to spank your stubborn arse black and blue.

“Alfie, why don’t we go to your office, hm?” You asked softly, feeling the way he was shaking as you squeezed his bicep gently.

He knew what it was though. Your way of telling him to simmer down and behave.

You didn’t wait for him to answer, turning on your pretty polished heels to walk around and past him toward his office. He didn’t miss the way your legs wobbled, and he knew you were well aware of what you were to expect once the fragile door of the office closed behind the two of you. Alfie knew that the wobble of your legs derived from excitement and not from fear. You could scowl and reprimand him all you wanted, but you both knew that you loved his possessiveness at the end of the day.

He watched you walk away, his anger simmering down just a wee bit before he turned his head to the two men standing in front of him. He sucked his teeth, smacked his lips and contemplated beating them with his cane before thinking twice of it.

“What the fuck are you two still doing ‘ere?” His roar was enough to have them scatter like mice.

Alfie huffed and turned around, following in your footsteps to his office where you were waiting.

“How many times have I told you, right, to not fuckin’ walk in here when I’m working, woman?” He walked in and closed the door behind him.

He struggled to contain his anger when he saw you sitting on his desk, legs crossed over each other and his eyes immediately went to the sliver of skin where the hem of your dress had ridden up on your thigh. Alfie’s first instinct was to march up and grab the delicate skin until you squirmed, but he stopped himself.

He gripped his cane tighter in his right hand and rubbed his forehead with the other one. “You’re fuckin’ impossible.”

You frowned. “I can’t help it if you’re possessive, Alf. That’s your problem, not mine.”

“You know how these men are.” He gritted out, gesturing behind him to the distillery. “You cannot be this dim.”

“Alfie Solomons, I know you didn’t just call me dim.” You said and Alfie paused at the tone of your voice.

You sounded annoyed but he could detect the hurt in your voice and it was enough for him to let out a grumbling sigh, stepping up to the desk where you sat. He silently admired the frown lines on your pretty face and prayed that he hadn’t shoved his foot in his mouth.

Alfie got his answer when you parted your legs enough for him to step between them, and he struggled to breathe properly when you circled them around his behind to pull him closer.

“You’re my girl, yeah?” He muttered, bringing a hand up to cradle your cheek.

“Woman.” You protested softly, welcoming the touch as his silent apology.

You watched as his eyes appraised you and held back from preening when he grunted in appreciation and what you knew were hunger as his eyes trailed your body before landing on your face.

“And what a fucking woman you are.” He said lowly, using his hand on your cheek to pull you in for a kiss.

The clatter of the cane falling to the floor didn’t deter you as he let go of it in order to grab you by the waist, pulling you in closer as he deepened the kiss. You moaned into his mouth, not caring if anyone heard you. Alfie pinched the top of your arse in retaliation and you squealed.

“Alfie!” You sounded scandalised but the enormous smile on your lipstick smeared lips said otherwise.

Alfie admired his artwork with a smug smile, knowing that his mouth probably looked a mess too.

“Don’t Alfie me, woman.” He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your lips that tasted a lot like a promise. “This is just a preview of what I’ll be doing to you tonight.”

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Welp, that turned sexual. But hello! Hi! Surprise, here’s me answering to an ask five hundred years later. I was in a writing mood so.. hope you enjoy x

[shyficwriter]

Temporary Home: Chapter 1

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!) Guest starring Nick Fury and Maria Hill

Summary: The Guardians have pissed off some really dangerous people and need to lie low. Apparently your home is the perfect place to keep them, according to Fury.

Part 2 Here

Author’s Note: This will be multiple chapters, I already have so many scenes for this in my head. I hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 6,610

You had been called into a sudden emergency meeting one afternoon, and walked in expecting to be sent on perhaps an urgent but still run-of-the-mill mission, or briefed on a sudden change to an existing case. You didn't expect to essentially become the babysitter for eight aliens. Well, one of them was human, but still.

You waited in the briefing room with five other agents and Maria Hill. One of your fellow agents, you thought her name was Stacy, tried asking what the meeting was about, and Maria would only reply to wait for Fury, and that he should be there soon.

Admittedly that made you a little nervous. It wasn't often that you didn't get any information before a meeting, but you tried not to think too much into it.

Fury arrived a few minutes later followed by six people you had never seen before.

Two of the men looked normal enough- that is to say, human- but they were the only two. One with red hair and another with strange tattoos on his neck. Then there was a large shirtless greenish/greyish man with what looked at first glance to be many swirly red tattoos covering his body. He had what you thought was a raccoon holding a wooden doll sitting on his shoulder, until the raccoon jumped down onto the table and you saw that not only did the raccoon walk upright, but the "wooden doll" was actually alive, and walked around as well when set upon the table. The other man was a rough looking type, and he was as blue as the sky with what appeared to be a red metal mow-hawk. There were two women with them as well, a taller green one who looked like she could kill you without blinking, and a smaller paler one with antennae who actually looked kinda scared to be there, as she was all but hiding behind the larger shirtless man.

Now, with your line of work you were of course aware of the reality of aliens, but these were actually the first you'd seen up close other than some of the Skrull people Fury worked with.

This group, however, seemed a little... dysfunctional. The red haired man said something snarky to the raccoon, and to your surprise the raccoon spoke back, saying something equally snarky in return before snapping at the red haired man's hand. The man then mimed smacking the raccoon across the room only to then be smacked in the back of the head by the green woman, earning snickers from both neck-tattoo guy and the blue man.

Fury loudly plopped a folder on the table and looked at the group sternly, prompting them to silence. He then turned to you and your fellow agents. "You're probably wondering why I called you all here." Not waiting for an answer he continued, "In simplest terms, we need to provide sanctuary for this lot because they went and pissed off some very dangerous people, and the Nova Corps urgently insists that they need protection."

An agent to your right, you didn't know his name, spoke up. "Then why aren't they hiding them? Why pawn them on us?"

"This is their way of hiding them. Earth is considered primitive by the rest of the galaxy's standards. We have virtually no contact outside this planet, and Nova figured this would be one of the last places anyone might look. Buy them some time to diffuse the situation with the people after these guys before they blow them to pieces."

For seemingly no reason, the red haired man then flicked the raccoon, only to fall on his ass when the raccoon lunged at him, receiving many annoyed looks from the rest of the group.

The same agent spoke again, confusion on his face. "Pardon me, but why is this Nova Corps putting all this effort into hiding... them?" The inflection was clear. What was so special about these dumbasses?

Fury, after witnessing the buffoonery, pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well, in addition to them being idiots." He punctuated the sentence with a sharp look toward the group, making the man and raccoon attempt to straighten up. "They've also managed to save the galaxy on more than one occasion. Nova is understandably less than willing to see them come to deadly harm. This is where you come in. We can't keep them here, so we need agents who can house them until everything blows over. Now, we're considering dividing them them among the five of you-"

"Wait! Whoa whoa whoa! You never said we'd be split up! We're a team! You can't split us up!" cried the red haired man. The rest of the group seemed agitated as well, and started to argue with Fury.

You heard a couple agents to your left whispering that they were in no way going to house any of them, and you couldn't help but agree as you watched the scene in front of you.

The blue man had the red haired man by the arm, irritably telling the younger to "Calm down, boy!" as the red haired man tried to pull away, yelling and pointing at Fury about how "This wasn't the deal!" The green woman was also yelling at the red haired man, something about having no choice if they wanted everyone to be safe, as the neck-tattoo guy just stood there, almost as if he didn't know whether to be angry or sad. The woman with the antennae looked even more frightened, now burying her face into the chest of the large tattooed man while he simultaneously patted her head comfortingly and somehow also managed a deadly look at your director. The raccoon had now hopped back on the table to comfort the little wooden creature, which was now crying, soothing it and saying, "It's ok, buddy, I'm not gonna let them separate us, I promise. Look at me, it's gonna be fine."

That's all it took, and you cursed yourself.

You rubbed a hand down your face. Damn it. "I'll do it." you said, voice raised just loud enough to be heard over the commotion.

Loud enough to capture Fury's attention. He turned away from the now quieting group and shared a brief look with Agent Hill. "What was that?"

You sighed, a voice in your mind yelling at you to reconsider. "I've got a place. Out of the way." Wait, what the hell are you doing? "I can take them." No. Turn back! It's not too late! "I mean, people will have to double up in the bedrooms, but I have the space to take them all." Dammit! What's wrong with you!?

Fury nodded. "Where do you live?"

"In the interest of security, sir, I think that's a conversation best had in private."

Fury smiled. "Good answer."

***

After Fury dismissed the other agents and discussed the whereabouts of your home and its security, he surprised you by declaring that you'd all be leaving within the hour.

You were taken a bit aback, having assumed you'd have some time to prepare, but agreed, assuming that time must be of the essence. Preparations could be made as you went, you supposed.

The ride to your home was a bit awkward, to be honest. Fury split the group between your car and a larger black SUV that he would be driving. In your vehicle you transported the red haired man and the green woman, who's names you learned were Peter and Gamora, along with agent Maria Hill in the front passenger seat. You assumed she had been assigned to ride with you rather than Fury for security purposes, but you didn't ask. Fury transported the rest, which you were sure would have been an interesting ride to say the least.

Your journey, however, was quite quiet. Peter kept trying to make conversation, but it never went much further than a couple-word answers from you or Maria. Reason being that you honestly just didn't know what to say, and you weren't exactly the most open book, and you'd never known Maria to be much of a conversationalist while on the job, though you two usually got on pretty well together.

Your home was an old double storey stone farmhouse set in the countryside, miles away from the nearest house, and even further away from the nearest town. The back of the property was a decent sized lot that emptied into a forest that also shielded around the sides, and at the front there were hedges and tall trees blocking the property from the sight of nearest road. It was easy to miss if you didn't know where to find the drive path that turned off the main road and winded up to the house. For all intents and purposes, to any average person taking a country drive, it was as if it wasn't even there, lost among the vast amount of trees.

Therefore, when you did finally arrive at your home a good bit later, you were more than surprised to find three black vans already parked in your drive. You were first alarmed, worried that somehow your location had already been compromised. You stayed behind the wheel for a moment, unsure of what to do, until you looked in the rearview mirror to see Fury and his lot exiting his vehicle. You looked to Maria in confusion.

"Yeah, there may be a bit more you need to be briefed on." she said in reply to a question that hadn't left your lips, smiling apologetically.

You got out of your car, followed by the rest of your passengers, and walked over to Fury who was standing in front of his passengers as they stared up at their new (hopefully) temporary lodging.

"What's going on here?" you asked when you reached him, gesturing to the men coming out of your house.

"Slow workmanship. They should have been done and gone 30 minutes ago." Fury said flatly, gazing at a man who nodded apologetically to the director and spoke into his walkie for his men to wrap up.

"Fury-" you say, your tone unamused.

"Agent Hill was supposed to brief you on the way over." he said, looking past you to Maria with a raised eyebrow.

"I considered that it might be better to wait until we reached the destination, sir, rather than inside of a moving vehicle, considering."

Fury half nodded as if in agreement, then turned to look back at your home. "We already scoped your place out a week ago. You're right, it was nearly the perfect place."

"Excuse me?" you say, eyes widening in confusion and surprise. What the hell did he mean he had already scoped it out a week prior? You had been under the impression these people had just been spontaneously dropped in Fury's lap.

"Your home," he said as if that would clarify things. "We had already looked into it, and other than needing a few adjustments, it was the perfect safe house to hide them."

"You- How-" you sputtered. You took a moment to gather your thoughts. "You mean to tell me that this was all already decided before you ever called that meeting?"

"Of course. It would have been irresponsible to drop them off at the first place we found."

"Then why call the meeting? Why the damn charade if this wasn't really my choice?" You were fighting not to raise your voice too much, but it still came out irritated. You threw an accusatory glance at the group, who were clearly listening in on the conversation, not like you had been quiet enough for them not to hear if they hadn't been. "Were you lot in on this?"

Peter held up his hands and shook his head defensively, as did a few of the others. You only narrowed your eyes and turned back to Fury as he spoke.

"Oh, you always had a choice, I just wanted to make sure you'd be willing." Fury said calmly, only now turning to look at you. "I knew you'd say yes."

"How could you possibly know I'd say yes!?"

"Well you did, didn't you?" You could almost hear laughter in his voice. The fucker practically seemed pleased with himself. You could feel your blood boiling.

"Oh yeah? How do you know I won't take it back after this stunt?"

Fury turned back to watch the vans turn around to exit the drive. "You won't. I know that well enough."

"How can you be so sure?" you say defiantly.

The Guardians look to each other worriedly. What if you did take it back because this Fury guy pissed you off? Would they have to be separated? Would they have to find a whole new planet to hide on?

Yondu eyed you as you asked your director how he was sure you wouldn't take back your offer, expecting him to say that he would be paying you too much to refuse, but he didn't expect the answer that actually came out of Fury's mouth.

"Because you offered with asking how you'd be compensated, and you still haven't asked. That, and I read your face like an open book." He now grinned as he looked at you, saying much softer, "You don't have it in you to turn them away."

You felt your face grow hot and you stuttered a bit before looking up at the sky in defeat, sighing at the darkening clouds beginning to gather overhead, a testament to your torment, to be sure. "Fine." you say. Suddenly remembering what he said, you looked back at him, "What did you mean by adjustments?"

Maria smiled at Fury as she placed a hand on your back and guided you towards the door. The other's followed.

"I know this seems like an intrusion, but we promise we didn't hurt anything. We simply added a couple beds, stocked the pantry, and updated the plumbing and wiring."

"The plumbing was fine," you grumbled, "and I was working on the wiring."

"Your home is just over 200 years old. The plumbing might have been fine when it was just you here, but now you'll be housing eight other people. I think you can understand why we would consider improving it." Fury stated, almost like a reprimand to your stubbornness. You eye him, wondering how he could know how old your home was, but you supposed he knew that the same way he knew where to find your home a week before you ever told him where it was.

Because he was Fury.

Looks were exchanged among the Guardians as they entered the home behind you, surprised to hear of the age of your home to see it in such nice condition. Though, if you had been living here they supposed it shouldn't have come to much surprise that you would have cared for it.

The front door opened up to a large hall featuring a staircase to the left. On either side of the entrance were two more doors.

Maria lead you all through the door on the right into the kitchen to briefly show they had stocked the pantry with some foods they, The Guardians as you heard them referred to as, were used to, to make the transition to Earth foods easier. They would be making bi-weekly supply drops to your home to keep the pantry stocked to feed all of them, but the food would soon be coming only from Earth, as it would be both expensive, and a possible security risk to try and keep importing foods from outer space.

You all then exited the kitchen and travelled up the stairs while Maria explained that everyone's bags had already been placed in the rooms based on what they assumed would be the correct sleeping arrangements. Of course, everyone was free to switch it up at their discretion. Once at the top of the stairs you instinctually step forward and reach up to pull the string for the light, as the hall was a bit dim due to the fading light outside, but you find it missing.

"Where the hell did-" you think softly out loud, looking up to see the whole fixture had been changed. The light then came on by itself and embarrassingly resulted in you startling in surprise. You turn to see Fury grinning slightly while shaking his head, his finger still near a switch that definitely wasn't there before you left the house that morning.

"Man, they weren't kidding when they said you Terran types were primitive, eh Pete?"

You shot the raccoon an offended look before Fury reminded you that they had updated your wiring. You blushed and looked at the new switch suspiciously, wondering how they managed to rewire your house so quickly without destroying the walls, but resisted the urge to sarcastically accuse him of witchcraft lest you give these 'Guardians' the idea that you were actually scared of electricity. Not that you cared what they thought, or anything.

Maria motioned to the first door on the left of the landing, and said to you that they naturally assumed it was the one you slept in, as it appeared to be the only one currently being inhabited. You nodded that she was correct and she continued, opening the door and informing you that they had added an extra bed and had placed Mantis's bag inside. She pointed to the woman with the antennae, indicating that's who she was referring to.

You silently nod again, a gesture that you were accepting of this arrangement. Of everything else they had done, this was one of the lesser intrusive things, next to the pantry. The woman seemed like one of the least annoying of the bunch, so you weren't going to argue. Could be worse. They could have put the raccoon or the dude with red hair in there.

You didn't see, but Mantis let out a sigh of relief at this knowledge that you weren't going to be angry about sharing your room with her. Her mood immediately brightened, convinced she was about to make a new friend.

You peeked into the room as the others pushed forward with Maria. Inside was your wooden framed single sized bed, only now pressed against the right side of the room from where it had previously been centered beneath the window. A new bed had now been set up on the left side of the room, opposite corner from your own, to leave clearance for the attic door. This bed was a black metal framed single, already fitted with grey and white sheets.

You naturally assumed Fury's team decided to add similar beds to the other rooms while also making use of the remaining beds that were already there, and so you didn't follow the others to see. You didn't really care to see, hadn't been in those rooms much in years for a reason.

You just crossed your arms and leaned to rest back against your doorframe and watched on as Maria sorted them into the rooms and Fury took to standing in the corner opposite of you, watching everything.

Fury's team had apparently placed the belongings of the blue man and the man with the neck tattoos in the room directly across from your own, and you learned their names were Yondu and Kraglin, respectively.

They placed the large man, raccoon, and wooden child all in the room further down at the end of the landing on that side, and you learned the large man was called Drax, the raccoon was Rocket, and the tiny wooden child was Groot. Something twisted in your belly seeing the little wooden child shyly peek into the room from atop Drax's shoulder, but you forced it down. No time to think about who previously owned that room right now.

The raccoon could be heard complaining, "You're seriously gonna make me sleep in a crib?"

The twisting came back, and you looked at Fury, ignoring the snickers and banter from the raccoon's friends as they both teased him for his misfortune and told him to get over it.

"We might have taken advantage of some furniture in the attic." Fury said, shrugging.

"It was locked." you say, your eyes narrowed. How would he even know to look up there? Did they literally go through your entire house when they 'scouted' it?

"So was the front door."

You sigh bitterly, only eyeing him in response.

"Is there a problem?" Fury asked, not altogether sincerely.

You shake your head and break his gaze. "It's fine."

Directly across from the previous room, Maria informed the ones you now knew as Gamora and Peter that that's where their belongings had been placed, Maria stating that they hoped they weren't being forward in assuming the pair were a couple. Gamora only nodded and said it was fine, while Peter gave her a cheeky grin that made her roll her eyes. Them being in that particular room meant you'd be sharing a wall with them, and with the knowledge that they were a couple you hopped it wouldn't mean you'd wind hearing any... 'special' noises at night while you were trying to sleep.

Once everyone knew where they'd be sleeping and seemed happy enough with the pre-arranged sleeping arrangements courtesy of who you were now mentally dubbing Intruder Fury, neck tattoo man-Kraglin- looked at Maria and asked where the restroom happened to be.

You lowered a hand from where it had previously been crossed over your chest and rapped twice on the wall, getting his attention, and pointed to the only still closed door to your left, centered in the wall across from the opening to the stairs.

He nodded in thanks, seeming slightly embarrassed that he had forgotten that this was, in fact, your house and not Intruder Fury's or Co-Intruder Hill's.

Fury gave you an unimpressed look that you read as, "Use your words." and you spoke up saying there was another bathroom downstairs if anyone else needed it. Peter spoke up saying that he could use it, and so you nodded your head towards the stairs in a "come on then" gesture and lead him as well a couple others downstairs to point where it was, down the hall towards the back of the house, past the kitchen. It was the only door at the end the hall that could be seen from where you stood, so he couldn't miss it.

Maria and Fury met you at the bottom of the stairs behind the rest of the Guardians, sans Kraglin of course.

"We trust everyone will settle in nicely," Fury said, turning a pointed look at the Guardians as he said "and will be on their best behavior." This earned a few nods from the group and he then turned to you, adding almost jokingly, "Would you like to finish the tour?"

You pointed towards the kitchen and spoke flatly, "Food's in there, so is laundry," you pointed towards the bathroom Peter had disappeared into, "Shower and toilet's in there," you pointed upstairs, "Sleep's up there," you opened the door to your left, the only room not yet explored that you were willing to open, and pointed inside, "Sitting room is in there. Watch TV, read, knock yourselves out."

Fury spoke first. "I get the way we went about this situation may seem less than ideal to you, but I assure you there's no need to be testy."

"I have every right to be 'testy.' You couldn't have just asked? If you really somehow already knew I'd say yes than why go through all-" you waved your hands around, trying to find the words, "You had to go and be all... you?!" There was an edge to your voice that drove the message. He had manipulated you, if that were even the right word for it. He had this all planned out in advance, made you a puzzle piece, you fell right where he said he knew you would, and you were meant to what? Smile about it?

"I could have," he conceded, looking thoughtful, "But that's not how I do things."

"You shook your head. You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

Fury only nodded once in response before asking, "Do you have any further questions?"

You look out the door window briefly to see the clouds had gotten much darker. "Looks like rain, director. Better hurry, wouldn't want you to get wet." The edge to your voice got sharper. Fury simply nodded with a half smile. Message received. Get out.

The Guardians, who hadn't gotten your hint to go shoo off someplace, remain stood in the hall, glancing at each other awkwardly. It surprised them that a man like Fury, and the way he seemed to be, would be seemingly so cool with the way you were speaking to him.

You spoke again as he reached for the door. "See you tomorrow. Ottawa case, right?"

Fury stopped. "Actually no. You won't be coming in tomorrow."

You blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You've been moved off that case to this one, we won't be shipping you off to Canada. In fact, you're off all further cases for the foreseeable future."

"Am I being punished for something, sir?" you ask, the edge still not having left your voice, but it was now softened by confusion.

"No." Fury replied, "If anything, consider it a vacation."

"I did not ask for a vacation, sir." you say, trying to bite back the irritation in your voice. "I have no desire to just stay home."

Maria looked at Fury with a 'told-you-so' expression, stating to him that she had known you wouldn't have taken this well.

Fury looked at you firmly. "You're due for one, and we need someone to stay and guard them. You already live here, they're staying here- Two birds, one stone."

Your face hardened in indignation. "So I'm a babysitter now? Look, if you're retiring me just say so."

The Guardians still stood there awkwardly, Kraglin finally coming down the stairs to quietly join them, eyes wide and wondering where all the tension had come from. Maria tilted her head toward the sitting room, hoping they might get the hint. They did, awkwardly backing into the room, not wishing to interrupt your argument with Fury.

"You're not being retired-"

"Good. Then I can keep working. There's literally no reason why I need to stay home."

"You haven't taken a vacation in five years." Fury said, the authoritative tone in his voice rising, "This isn't a request. It's an order."

Peter then exists the bathroom, saying "What did I miss-" and almost shrinking back inside when he notices his friends are gone and the tense looks between you and Fury. Mercifully, Agent Hill gestures him to the sitting room and he sidesteps his way past while you ignore him, too focused on trying to burn Fury with your eyes.

Knowing you had no options and could make no further arguments, you angrily yielded. "Yes, sir." you say bitterly.

"That's better. If you need anything you know how to contact me or Agent Hill." With that he bid you goodbye and opened the door.

It was now beginning to rain outside.

"Warned you about that rain." you snarked as he made his way out the door.

***

Agent Hill looked at Fury as they entered his vehicle, the rain coming down harder now.

"Stubborn as hell, that one." Fury remarked, turning his key in the ignition.

Maria agreed, but also stated she thought this might be good for you as they drove away.

***

You stood there in the hall for a good moment before Gamora asked if everything was ok from the doorway of the sitting room. You looked at her, and she went on to apologize for their intrusion in your home but also said they were grateful you allowed them to stay.

She started to say something else, probably was going to be more apologies border-lining on 'please don't change your mind,' but you raised your hand and cut her off, "Don't worry about it. It's not you guy's fault he's an asshole," you say. You look at her and you can see she is tired, probably both from lack of sleep and worry. You try to be more gentle. "Look, it's fine. Just... settle in. I know it's late, but there's food in the kitchen if you guys are hungry, I'm- I'm gonna go clean something." You break eye contact and head into the kitchen, sure there was at least a plate or glass in the sink you could tend to.

Sure, enough, once you got to the sink you noticed a few dishes from the morning, and so you turned on the tap. You decided cold water was good enough, not feeling like waiting for the immersion to heat up, but you turned the knob for the hot water anyway out of habit. Realizing you had thrown the old dish rag in the laundry without replacing it, you allowed the water to run while you searched the drawer for another.

You heard footsteps entering the kitchen as you returned to the sink, and assume someone must have finally decided they were hungry. Not turning to greet whoever it was, you absently run the cloth under the tap to get it wet- only to immediately rip it back with a, "g-OW! Damn! Fuck!"

You doubled over, holding your burning hand.

"You ok? What happened?"

You look up, squinting through pain, to see Drax had asked the question, standing in the doorway with Mantis and Gamora, the little tree child sitting on her shoulder.

You breathed. "Yeah. One of those fuckers must have turned the immersion on and left it." You straighten yourself, your hand still smarted but you knew it'd be alright, and turned off the tap with the dishrag. "I'll check it out."

You exit the kitchen through the other door at the far end of the room to check the hot press to the right of the cellar door behind the stairs, intent to turn the immersion off, and bitterly wondering just how long it had been left on for. However, once you opened the door your immersion was nowhere to be seen. You stared in confusion at the new pipes that now ran straight through the floor into the cellar before noticing a note taped to the back wall that only said "Upgraded to boiler. Check basement. ♡ Maria."

You narrowed your eyes and opened the cellar door, already pulling out your phone as you descended the stairs. You quickly located this new boiler fairly quickly. It was cylindrical in shape and black in color, and much larger than your previous heating unit, probably why it was now in the cellar. You dialed the phone, the first word out of your mouth when you got an answer was simply, "Why?"

***

The other guardians in the sitting room had also heard your swearing and peeked out of the room just in time to see you walking very cranky-like across the hall. They looked at the three standing in the kitchen doorway and they only shrugged in response to their quizzical glances.

Curious, and hearing you walk down the stairs, Peter and Kraglin tiptoed over to the Cellar door to see what was going on, standing just off from the door. They caught bits of your end of the conversation.

"Why?" ...

"Well, yes I can understand that, but-" ...

"Well you could have warned me! I just about burned my hand off!" ...

"Fine. How does it work?" ...

"No, I'm not going to-" ...

"Yes, I know they-" ...

"You know what, I'll figure it out. Bye."

They hear you start to climb the steps and scurry back to the sitting room, not wishing to make it apparent they were eavesdropping on their new host.

You re-enter the kitchen and grab a glass of milk to soothe your nerves, seeing as it was now raining buckets and you couldn't be bothered for a walk as you would have preferred.

You sit at the table and look to see the three still standing in the doorway. You raise an eyebrow. "You alright there?" Thinking bizarrely that they must be shy you gesture towards the pantry. "Food's over there if you're hungry."

Drax merely shrugged and took up the offer, guiding Mantis over with him, but not before accepting Groot from Gamora.

Gamora stepped towards the table and took a seat across from you. "I couldn't help but notice you seem less than happy about this arrangement, I'm sorry-"

You cut her off once again. "Don't be sorry. I already told you it's not your fault Fury can be a dick. It's just a lot of new all at once and I wasn't expecting it. You're fine." You take another sip of milk, finally realizing what it was that she was actually afraid of. "You don't need to be scared that I'll send you back or anything."

She actually seemed to relax a bit. "Thank you. If there's anything-"

You set your glass on the table and fold your hands. Sentiment made you uncomfortable. "Look, as long as you guys clean up after yourselves and don't destroy my home, we're fine." Looking for a change of subject you said, "Why don't you introduce the rest of your friends. It couldn't hurt to get to know you a little."

Gamora smiled slightly. "Well, that's Drax and Mantis." she said, pointing to the two who were now coming back to sit down with their snacks. "And this is Groot," she added once Mantis sat the child on the table.

You smiled. "Cute little bugger, isn't he?"

"I am Groot!" he said excitedly, taking a bite of a food you didn't recognize. Must have been one of those outer-space types.

"Hello, Groot. How are you?"

"I am Groot."

You raised an eyebrow. "Um.." Maybe he misunderstood you?

Before you could ask again, Drax speaks up. "That's all he can say. He means he's ok."

"Oh." You nod slightly and take a sip of your milk, bemused. "I see."

The four of you conversed for a little bit. You learned that Drax liked knives, and he seemingly took everything very literally. Mantis was sweet, and she was convinced you two would be friends. She also said she was excited to share a room with you, because it would be like a sleepover. Gamora gave you a smile that seemed to say "forgive her," but you honestly weren't too bothered. It was almost sweet. Before you could ask about Gamora though, she stood up and asked if you'd like to meet the others.

You shrugged and nodded, placing your now empty glass in the sink before following her out to the sitting room where the other men were.

You walked in and saw Peter sitting in an armchair listening to a music player, seemingly ignoring the other two men as they stood looking weirdly at the TV. The blue man tilted his head at it, a hand to his chin in thought, while the other waved his arms slowly in front of it saying, "I dunno. Maybe it's broken?" He looked ridiculous.

You stifle a laugh and asked, "What are you doing?"

They turn to you, the blue man speaks. "Tryin' to figure out how to turn on this Terran TV of yers. Rat says they're motion activated, but nothin' we do is workin.'"

You give him a strange look. "Motion-? No- You just use the remote."

Then you hear a snickering and find it's coming from the raccoon, perched on the back of the couch. "Rocket." Gamora says in a mix of scolding and accusation, and he starts laughing harder, jumping down on the cushions to retrieve the controller from between them. "You guys looked so stupid! Ahaha!"

Yondu glares and Kraglin snatches the remote, flipping the television on and raising his hands in an annoyed "There we go!" gesture, sharing an annoyed look with Yondu at Rocket.

You motion to one of the game controllers on the coffee table, stating they'd want to use one of those if they wanted to actually watch something, as the first controller only turned the TV on.

Before you could offer to show them how to use Netflix, Gamora started introducing the remaining guardians.

Peter removed his earbuds and greeted you, standing to shake your hand, only to be shot down by you saying there was no need to be so formal, keeping to yourself the fact that despite working for Fury, you hated formal with a passion. He held up his hands and sat back down. "No problem there. We're probably the least formal people you can get." he said with a smile. You didn't see, but Gamora gave him a warning look that kept him from putting his feet up on the table.

The other two men and the raccoon seemed to agree with Peter, and nodded their greetings to you instead when introduced.

"Say, just curious, but how come it's just you living in this big ol' house by yerself?" came a question from Yondu.

You probably should have expected that question, but you didn't like it all the same. You were trying to decided if 'Don't worry about it' would be too rude of an answer when Peter notices the change in your expression and adds his own question out of fear that Yondu had offended you in some way. "How long have you been here? Fury said this place was old."

You chose to answer Peter's question instead. "Grew up here. House has been in the family since it was built."

"Oh. Cool." said Peter.

Not looking forward to any more possible questions about yourself you looked up to the clock and found your way out.

"Well, it's nearly ten, I think I'll turn in early." you say, excusing yourself.

Just then a loud thunderclap sounded and you heard a squeal from the kitchen.

"Kid scared of storms?" you ask, looking to Gamora.

The lights go out. You hear a scream.

"Nah, but apparently Bug is." says Yondu.

Realizing he likely meant Mantis, and that Mantis was your new roommate, you sigh. "I'll get a flashlight."

The lights flickered back on.

"Nevermind."

Everyone pretty much decided to go to bed after that, Mantis shyly shuffling into the bedroom a few minutes after you to retrieve some items from her bag and coming back dressed for bed as you scrolled through Tumblr, having already washed up and dressed for bed.

She crawled into her bed, pulling the covers up to her chin.

Thunder cracked again and she whimpered. You honestly felt a little bad for her.

"Do... does this happen often?" she asked.

"The storm? No." you answered honestly. "It'll be over soon. Just try to sleep." You stand up to turn the light off but pause, turning back to the curled up form on the bed opposite of your own, your face softening. "Would you like me to leave a lamp on?"

Mantis nodded.

You click on your desk lamp before turning off the overhead light and crawling into your own bed. You heard her say goodnight to you from across the room.

"Night," you return, turning toward the wall.

They were an odd lot, a bit dysfunctional, but you decided they were ultimately harmless. 'This whole ordeal will be over before I know it,' you thought as you closed your eyes.

You'd find out soon enough that you thought wrong.

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Moment In Time

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Just when you've gotten out, you’re given a reason to come back.

Warnings: Mild Language

Chapter 8

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There’s a small, skin toned bump under her eye. Another small, almost unnoticeable mark just above her lip. 

Her eyes crinkle in the corners when she laughs and her cheeks pull up into perfect plum shapes.

Though the skin on her hands is soft and smooth, her palms are calloused a little. It leaves you wondering if it’s from all the times she’s held the cold metal of a gun in her hand, or wielded a knife that’s handle was too rough against her skin. 

Still you notice, despite the initial roughness you pick up on when you see the scars on her skin or feel the callouses on her hands, that she’s utterly breathtaking.

Your favorite sight of her being when she smiles.

“Are you even paying attention to me?”

Refocusing on the words she’s saying instead of her looks, you raise your eyebrows.“ I’m sorry, I just-” you shake your head, glancing down at your cup of tea.“ I can’t get over how gorgeous you are.” You look back up, raising the cup to your lips and sipping.

Her mouth opens, ready for a reply, but closes immediately as she realizes she doesn’t have one. Unusually, she isn’t sure what to say.

Unlike every other person who’d complimented her, yours was truly genuine. You meant it when you said it and expected nothing from her in return. 

She reaches across the table and takes your hand, squeezing it gently as a blush rises on here cheeks.“ Thank you.” 

You smile sweetly at her, then lean forward a little, elbows and forearms pressing against the table.“ Okay I’m listening again, what’s up?” 

“I don’t want the team to know.” She quickly says, eyes dropping from yours, a worried look on her face.“ About, whatever we are. I’m not embarrassed or-”

The way her smile drops instantly makes you frown. She rambles on and on, trying to explain her words to you.

Shaking your head, you reach forward and lift her head to meet her eyes.“ Nat, I appreciate it but I don’t need an explanation. Really, I want you to be completely comfortable with whatever this is.” She smiles at your words, her shoulders visibly sagging afterwards. Only for her body to tense as you utter a low ‘but’.

Brows furrowing, the redhead leans forward, her hand gripping yours.“ But what?”

“Does keeping things under wraps mean I can’t take you out on a date?” This time you smile brightly at her.

Natasha rolls her eyes, shoulders once again dropping as the corner of her lips tug up. Slowly, those green eyes look up into yours, a growingly familiar look in her eyes.“ That has nothing to do with keeping things secret and everything to do with where and when.”

Chuckling softly, you run your thumb along the back of her hand, keeping your gaze on her eyes.“ I’d like to take you to dinner Romanoff. It’s nothing fancy but retired SHIELD agents don’t get paid all that well.” 

“Dinner sounds lovely.” She says, her smile maintained. Her lips part as she goes to say something else but her phone cuts her off. Glancing down at it for a moment then back up at you.“ A lot lovelier than training Pietro with Sam and Steve.”

“Oh Bird Boy got promoted to training people huh?” You joke, eliciting a laugh from her like you hoped it would.“ Well, I want to check in with Wanda anyway so I can take you to the compound.” 

She playfully smirks, standing up as you do,“ got a sweet ride you’re gonna let me in?”

Rolling your eyes, you drop the money for your drinks and muffins on the table along with a tip. You then walk with her out of the cafe. 

The two of you walk over to your car and you open the door for Natasha. She lowers herself into the passenger seat of the classic mustang you’d come here in, and you shut the door after her. Going around, you get into the driver's seat after the cars pass. 

You can’t help but find it adorable how Natasha waits for you to put your seatbelt on and pull off before she reaches across the console to grab your hand. 

She raises your hand and presses a soft kiss on the back of it, squeezing gently as she relaxes in her seat and looks out the window. A look of contentment washes over her face and you can’t help but be a little proud that you seem to be the cause of it, or have been for the last few days. 

Your first kiss had taken place around a week or two ago. Over that course of time you’d shared more kisses than you were able to keep track of. 

It seems as though that moment opened the floodgates to all the physical touch you and Natasha had been starving for. Along with every kiss came a number of touches. Nothing had gone beyond PG-13 and you were more than okay with that.

You were completely happy with the way Natasha would drape herself over your lap like it was nothing in the comfort of your apartment. The light ghosting of her fingers against your neck before they curl into the hairs at your nape. Or the shiver that runs down your body when her fingers brush across your leg. And of course, how her fingers would lace with yours when she nonchalantly grabs your hand. 

Her affection warms your heart in the purest and most perfect way possible. Especially having known how she felt, and partly still feels, about that. 

While she hadn’t gone into great detail about her past she told you enough plus what you already knew about the Black Widow and Red Room organization. You knew of the horrible things that happened to the young girls in the Red Room and had had more than one encounter with the women who trained there. 

Knowing that and what she told you, shined an even brighter light on Natasha in your eyes. She’s strong, there’s no way you could ever say otherwise, but you severely underestimated how strong. Everything she’s been through that you’re aware of required the utmost of endurance and strength. 

“Stop looking at me like that Y/ln. Your eyes need to stay on the road.” She says, voice slightly teasing. 

Yeah, you’d subconsciously been looking over at the woman but you can’t really blame yourself. She’s beautiful in every conceivable way. 

“Oh forgive me. My eyes are just attracted to a particularly beautiful redhead.” You say, a small smile thrown her way afterwards.

Her eyes roll, an action you notice she does a lot when receiving genuine compliments, and a snort falls from her lips as she chuckles. You aren’t sure how others would react to that but you kind of love it. Especially since it’s always followed by a blush. 

The drive upstate continues with you being slightly less distracted by Natasha and her clicking through the radio stations. Which you find amusing since her musical tastes vary greatly. 

Funnily enough, she can’t seem to find a station before you get to the compound. Right when she does though, you’re pulling up to the door. 

An adorable pout forms on her face and her sad eyes look from the compound, to the radio, then to you. The radio host gets quieter and the song gets louder, the intro playing through. You know what she wants.

Sighing softly, you shake your head and shift gears. A look over at Natasha reveals her pleased face, as well as the image of Steve at the compound windows. His brows furrow as you pull off.

Quickly looking away from him, your eyes focus on the road. You don’t stay gone long, the song only lasts four minutes, enough time for you to head a little ways down the road from the compound security gate before it goes off.

The next song that plays isn’t Nat’s cup of tea so you turn around and head back. The agent at the gate gives you a slightly annoyed and curious look when you come back for the second time but you can’t say you care, not when your little drive put that smile on Nat’s face. 

“You two here to stay this time?” Steve asks, arms crossing over his chest as blue eyes shift from you to Natasha. 

Locking your doors, you pocket your keys and smile at him.“ Not sure Stevie, might steal her away in the middle of your training session and go for another drive.” You tease, cocking your eyebrow at him.

“Y/ln-” His voice is a warning that makes you want to laugh. 

“Can’t say I’d be opposed to that.” Natasha says with a small smile, walking past Steve no doubt in route to one of the training rooms, she glances back at you with a small wink before she disappears around the corner. 

It takes a bit of effort to fight a smile, but you manage. Then averting your eyes to Steve’s blue ones.“ Don’t worry, I won’t steal your partner. I hear Speedy is a handful.” 

“Thank you.” His shoulders drop as he sighs softly. You can’t stop yourself from laughing at his response. 

You both turn to head down the hallway.“ He can’t be that bad.” You say, almost as if challenging his reaction.

Steve gives you a look.“ He’s a good kid but a pain in the ass. And stubborn.” Shaking his head, he looks over again to see Pietro’s blue blur shoot by and disappear through the doors.“ Doesn’t listen for the most part.” 

“I believe that.” You have to admit,“ Wanda was pretty stubborn when we started. Still is sometimes.” You shake your head and stop at the end of the hall.“ Her powers are incredible so she doesn’t believe she needs hand to hand combat.”

He nods along, sucking his teeth and sighing.“ They’re kids. We keep teaching them and eventually they’ll get it.”

“Yeah. They’ll get it. Gotta have patience.” With that said, you leave a final pat on Steve’s shoulder before you turn away and go in search of Wanda. 

Surprisingly it’s pretty quiet. You assume Tony is out or down in the lab tinkering. With everyone else in the training room, you head to Wanda’s room, knowing it’s likely that’s where she is.

Once you’re there you raise your hand and knock, calling out,“ room service.” When her door swings open, you smile at her, matching the one on her face.“ Good afternoon little witch. How are you?” 

“Hi,” she greets back, leaving the door open as she goes to pull a sweater on.“ I’m good, how're you?” 

“Just dandy,” she laughs a little and steps out.“ Figured I’d stop by and see how you're settling in. If my guidance is working or if you’re just keeping an old gal like me entertained.”

“Oh please. You act younger than me sometimes.” 

Your jaw drops, eyebrows pinching together.“ I do not. I’m a mature adult.” 

The two of you make it to the common room, detouring to the kitchen. Wanda quirks an eyebrow at you as you sit at the island, the younger woman moving around to fix a cup of tea. 

“Sure you are.” She drags the first word out sarcastically and you roll your eyes.“ You’ve got your childish moments Y/n.” 

A disagreement is on the tip of your tongue, until you realize she’s right. Natasha tells you quite often how childish you can be, usually after you’d just thrown a pillow at her or shot the wrapper of a straw at her from across the island. 

“Okay I’m a little childish sometimes.” You admit in defeat. 

Wanda chuckles and nods. 

The two of you chat as she finishes making her tea and once she’s done you move to the common room. Falling onto the couch, you flick through tv stations and continue to talk. 

You’re more than happy to hear that she was no longer on the “I hate Tony Stark” train. She admits that there’s still strong dislike, but both she and Pietro had been learning more about Tony, seeing him for the man he truly is and not what the media portray. 

With the young woman becoming a closer friend the more time goes on you feel better knowing she doesn’t hate the man who is family to you.

“Ooo I love this show.” She stops her statement to say, stopping on a sitcom about a family. 

You quirk a brow,“ Malcolm in the Middle?” You ask and she nods. 

That provokes the woman to explain why she loves the show. 

Starting off, you listened to every word, adding words of agreement and a show that you’re attentive. Until Natasha comes in. 

Attention instantly divided. 

Eyes drawn to the way her eyes land on you the second she steps in, then down to the purposeful swish of her hips. She smirks, cocky that she so easily grabbed your attention, then turns into the kitchen with Steve and Sam. 

Your heart, that started beating a little faster when she smirked, doesn’t calm down. Even after she’s no longer in sight. Instead it picks up a little more at the thought that pops up in your head, lingering front and center.

“Well if you love her so much you should tell her.” 

Eyes wide, your head snaps over to Wanda. She gives you a nonchalant expression in return, only to quickly realize that you didn’t say that out loud. 

“Oh. Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” the young woman sits up, eyes suddenly pleading.“ I wasn’t trying to but it was so loud I- I thought you actually said it.”

With a shake of your head, you chuckle. It’s a light, almost unbelieving sound.“ It’s fine Wan. Truly.” You gently pat her knee. A moment of silence passes.“ Was it really that loud?” You ask.

“Very.” Wanda says, laughing a little.“ Did you mean it in the way it sounded?” Her voice holds curiosity, making you look over at her. 

“I-” Words cut short by a loud melodic laugh. Your gaze once again finds Natasha as you follow the sound. She leaves the kitchen, smiling at something Sam said.“ Yeah. I meant it. In that way.”

Yes, you love Natasha. 

Admitting it makes it feel like it was obvious as hell. Everything you’d been feeling points to it. From the way her smile sent butterflies rumbling in your stomach to the way her touch seemed to light you on fire. 

You won’t lie and say you aren’t scared by that. The two of you have just started exploring this aspect of your relationship and you’ve already started falling for her. And you already love her. 

The surprise isn’t that you love her, with how strongly you’d felt about her already and the progression of things, you knew you were bound to fall for her. The surprise is that it happened so fast. 

Part of you is worried, fearing that this revelation so soon could mess things up for you. However the other part of you, the bigger part, is telling you to just relax. Whatever is supposed to happen will happen. Natasha likes you and that’s more than enough.

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Taglist: @owloftheshadows @natasha-danvers @blackxwidowsxwife @yumusak-yastik @b-5by5 @fayhar @lostandsearching @iliketozoneout @ecruzsalaz

[rosesradio]

i feel guilty for not writing (like, ever :’) ) so here’s a little piece on will’s first crush being steve (in the sense that mike had a crush on eddie, sometimes kids crush on older teens, not actually endorsing will/steve or mike/eddie). anyways, it’s 1k words and based in s1, enjoy--

The D20

November 6, 1983.

"Come on, Will, hurry up!" Mike's voice called from downstairs. Will had taken a bathroom break--hours of playing and several sodas will do that to you, but the rest of the Party acted as though he was a monster for pausing their game. He ran a shortcut through the living room recklessly, not glancing around at any of his surroundings, and collided face first into someone wearing a dark blue sweater.

"Sorry!" Will said hurriedly. There was a clatter, and--"Oh, shoot, where's my D20?" He started searching around the ground for it, not really caring about who he bumped into. It was probably just Mr. Wheeler, and he wasn't about to get on the ground to help look.

"Your D...what?" an unfamiliar voice asked.

Will glanced up to see someone he hadn't met before, but he could only assume was Steve, Nancy's new boyfriend. Mike had called him Steve "The Hair" Harrington or Annoying Pretty Boy, and this guy looked as though he could match the description. He was...pretty. Will supposed he hadn't really thought about that with anyone, except maybe characters in TV shows.

"My D20," Will explained, a heat rising to his cheeks now at how reckless he'd been. "The die I was using for DnD. Mike got it for me, and Lucas told me if I carried it around for luck, we might could win the campaign--"

"Right," Steve nodded. Smiled. Will smiled back. "Well, I better help you find it, then. Can't let them know it touched the ground, or else the monsters might get you."

Will had a sneaking suspicion he was making fun of him, but also...not. At least he wasn't doing it outright in the way his dad used to. He nodded, and Steve got down on the floor to help him scope out the tiny die.

"Oh," Steve reached for it--it was wedged under one of the curving table legs of the coffee table. "Is this it? Wow, it's colorful."

"Yeah," Will took the die with a smile. "Mike said the purple and green swirls look like magic, so maybe it'd bring luck."

"Hm," Steve hummed. "I thought that nerd--I mean magical game stuff had a lot of superpowers. Why would you need luck?"

Will looked thoughtful at that. "I guess I don't. I've been casting protection all game...maybe I'll try Fireball this time..."

"Will, come on, the Party needs you!" Mike called again.

"Gotta go," Will said. "Um. I could leave the die here, maybe. If you ever want to play with Nancy?"

Steve laughed at that, but it wasn't a mean laugh. Maybe he found Will...charming. Mom always said he had a special way of making people like him...even if the kids at school couldn't see that yet.

"Yeah, maybe," Steve shrugged. "Good luck at your game, then."

"Thanks," Will replied, noting a moment later how breathless he sounded, and how stupid that was. He hurried downstairs, meeting Mike's eyes with a giddy smile. Steve may have been pretty and nice, but no one matched Will's love of DnD like Mike.

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"Why did you stop?" Jonathan asks him. They're both sitting in those uncomfortably stiff chairs in the station, trusted enough to be kept from fighting in Powell's company. "You had all that shit to say about me, about my family, and you tried to fight...but you let me win. Why?"

Steve can feel a smile form on his lips, but his heart is heavy, pierced with the anchor of his earlier words. "I let you win?" He felt like, at one time--at an hour ago, he would have rubbed that in Jonathan's face. But no, Jonathan beat the shit out of him until the cops came, no doubt about it. Even if he hadn't saw...what he saw. If he hadn't thought too much into it...no, Jonathan still would've beaten him. Steve's heart wasn't in it, not really.

"Yeah," Jonathan pushes further. "You had this...look in your eyes. You saw something. What was it?"

Steve scoffed, slumping in his seat so far his back hurt. What did it matter, what he saw? Will Byers was dead, he'd watched the burial. But even so, he could feel it, the die, weighing a hole in his pocket, with so many sides it felt like an even ball. He thought on a stupid jab to say, but it was no use. This was far above either of them.

He pulled the die from his pocket, holding it out for Jonathan. "It fell out of your pocket during the fight. I didn't want," he paused, the breath too big for his lungs. He wasn't going to cry, not for this kid he didn't know. But he thought of how sweet his smile was, how innocent. How he suggested he played DnD with Nancy. And his eyes were stinging a little...probably because Jonathan had punched him in the nose earlier. "I didn't want it to get scratched up, that's all."

"Oh," Jonathan said softly, taking the die from him, rolling it in his fingers. "Yeah, um. Thanks."

Steve nodded, sitting up with a shrug. "I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean it, any of it. As soon as we get out of here, I'm...gonna try to make things right. I know that won't bring Will back, but...I want to do whatever I can, you know. To help."

Jonathan gave him this odd look, then, as if Steve suddenly started speaking another language. But he relaxed, marginally. Then he seemed...thoughtful. Contemplative. He leaned over and whispered. "Don't say a word, but I'll give this back to Will when I see him."

When he sees him...? Steve's brows furrowed. He can't be talking about the afterlife, could he? Most everyone in Hawkins was Christian, but Steve didn't think the Byers were the religious type. Even so, when he pulled away with a curious look, Steve had a feeling Jonathan was talking about something a little bit stranger.

[oliverwvvd]

the potential for chaos

For the anon who asked about Yule Ball Flintwood, this is a beginning of sorts for you. This didn’t turn out the way I anticipated originally when you presented the concept, so I offer this as version 1.0 with something softer to follow.

pairing: Marcus Flint x Oliver Wood

premise: Marcus shows up to the Yule Ball solo. So does Oliver. Neither one is especially pleased about it, and the reasons why are personal.

wordcount: 2,194 words.

The Yule Ball. Welcome to the distinct scent of too much teenage desperation in one room.

The snide thought belonged to Marcus Flint, whose dress robes fit just fine, thanks very much, not that the same could be said of some of the people attending. Weasley the younger, for example, looked like a cat crawled onto the front of his robes, rolled around, and then obligingly threw up a lacy hairball before departing. Marcus’ were, shockingly, not green, because Slytherins were in fact capable of wearing colours that weren’t the house colours. Instead, he’d gone for navy blue, and they were tailored to fit. For now, he was leaning with his right shoulder firmly parked against a nearby wall, drink in hand (liberally spiked, courtesy of Pucey’s far too innocent face which had successfully hidden very good Firewhiskey somewhere on his person), and settling into the buzz around him.

He was razor-edged, dark hair and sharp jawline identifying him in the shadows, gaze steady still despite the warm burn of the Firewhiskey, and the growing warmth of the room. The music was alright, he supposed. He could work with this. He could especially work without being forced to find a date he didn’t like just to fit in, because no one dared give him crap about it. That left him with a sour thought of a very different kind he’d already decided not to dwell on. A lot of other people were on the dancefloor, but he was good right where he was, absorbing the potential for chaos and waiting for the lights to go just a little lower and darker. That was more his speed.

Unfortunately, someone else didn’t seem to care what his speed was, when they came up behind him and spoke into his ear. “You look bored, Flint. Looking for someone?”

Marcus didn’t even turn his head, simply took a sip of his drink. “Hardly. You evidently were, if you spotted me back here. Shouldn’t you be with your date, Wood? I’m sure you had a list of invites to choose from.” The words were cool and more than a little antagonistic, holding the pointed hint that he’d been fine by himself, and that Wood was welcome to leave him be now.

The other boy didn’t so much as take the hint, instead spoke more quietly, that hint of Glasgow burr there and gravelly in his ear. “Didn’t accept an invite, so no date. You?”

A little more to drink, but then he caught a hint of Firewhiskey that distinctly wasn’t from him. “So, you’ve also been in a corner drinking from whatever enchanted hipflask you and your mates in Gryffindor came up with, then,” he observed dryly. “Please to Merlin tell me at least that it’s not one with someone’s initials on it for when they inevitably drop and lose it later, at least.”

There was a very nearly painful silence then, and Marcus snorted, soft but still audible. “It figures.” It really, really did. “You know, it’s good form to at least cast a charm to hide the initials, Wood. I’m assuming it at least doesn’t belong to you.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Marcus usually had to shut his eyes and count to ten before he bit the offending person’s head off and told them to mind their business at this stage. The Firewhiskey mellowed him out enough that it took away the edge to some degree, but it was still there.

“Good observation skills there, Wood,” he remarked, aware of other people potentially in earshot. “It’s almost as though it’s not really any of your business. Which it isn’t. But since you apparently can’t let it drop, I chose to attend solo. This is like a knock-off of all the same stuff that half of us deal with on holidays anyway.” The curse of the Sacred 28, old pureblood family gatherings and traditions and parties littered every holiday throughout the year. Inevitably, they all found ways of coping with the boredom after the age of fifteen, and usually that involved finding substances or decent company (preferably both) and vanishing from the scene entirely once it was deemed polite.

Wood moved in front of him then, there in the corner, solidly built shoulders blocking the rest of the room, mirroring the way Marcus leaned against the wall. He didn’t have any choice but to look at him then, and could only be grateful that the warm breath into his ear had stopped. If it hadn’t, he might have had to think too hard about how it made him feel, and he really didn’t want to right now.

“So you didn’t come with anyone.” It seemed like Wood was trying to make a point, but Marcus couldn’t tell what. It was frustrating, so rather than focus on that, he looked at the boy in front of him instead. He’d been lanky when they were younger, a bit skinny and coltish, but Quidditch had bulked him out and he was solidly built now at seventeen. And then there was the choice of dress robes; apparently he wasn’t the only one who made use of a tailor for once. That was a fine outline right there.

Realising he was admiring the view and that that wouldn’t do given the reason why he was in a mood in the first place, Marcus exhaled a sigh. “Obviously. What do you want, Wood?”

Wood seemed to realise he only had a finite amount of patience. That was a years overdue realisation as far as Marcus was concerned. “To dance with you.”

That made Marcus stare for a few seconds. Seeming to register that he wasn’t going to get a response unless he pushed, Oliver tilted his head at him. “One dance, Marcus. Something slow. We can stay right here in the corner for all I care, since you seem to prefer lurking in the shadows.” Then brown eyes examined him far too closely, his lips curled up into a smile that held just a hint of smirk at the edges. “Presuming you’re not too caught up in posing and sulking, of course.”

Oliver was crowding him now, just a little, and Marcus wasn’t entirely certain how he felt about it yet. His immediate response was no longer to punch the other boy in the face, that had been gone for a long while, so that was progress. “You can’t hold your Firewhiskey and you’re seriously misreading things, if that’s the best offer you can give me,” he pointed out bluntly. “So if you don’t mind, I’ll continue minding my own business right where I am. Lurking in the shadows.” That was when he leaned back and away, and took another sip of his drink. No one could see them back here. That thought made his pulse race.

Oliver (Wood, his mind stubbornly reminded him, trying to hang onto it) wasn’t necessarily going to just leave him alone, though, or so it appeared. “Then come out of here with me for a minute,” he said, voice quiet but still carrying through the space between them. “I want to talk to you about something.”

Marcus sighed exasperatedly, and drained what was left in the cup. Obligingly, it vanished the moment he set it down on a nearby table, and at this point, he’d given up arguing with Oliver. “Fine. You get two minutes.”

Once they did get outside, though, Marcus hadn’t quite registered just how much Oliver intended to make the most of those two minutes. He found himself rapidly dragged around a corner and pressed into an alcove hidden behind a statue that he hadn’t even known was there. When he went to ask what the fuck, Oliver put a hand over his mouth. “Shh, someone will hear.”

Beyond annoyed and now suspecting where this was going, neither of which he enjoyed, Marcus dragged Oliver’s hand off his mouth and hissed his next words. “What are you doing?”

Earnest brown eyes were fixed on him then, and this time, Marcus couldn’t get away or give him the cold shoulder. “Are you seriously still mad that someone tried to ask me to this thing?”

Marcus gave him a truly evil glare then. “You mean, am I pleased that someone else asked the person I’m not allowed to walk down the corridor with? I’m absolutely thrilled. Someone else walks up to you and asks right where I can hear; I kiss you in dark corners and Quidditch changing rooms for three months and get ignored when convenient.” The tone was flat, but the sarcasm wasn’t.

He saw Oliver wince, and then, completely annoyed and altogether done with the conversation, Marcus went to shoulder past him. Instead, he found himself pushed back into the stone, found himself being kissed, and he wasn’t letting Oliver think that was the last word on it. He wasn’t about to be lulled into compliance. Rather than lean into it, instead, he nipped the other’s bottom lip sharply, just enough to make him feel it, a kiss like a warning, before he reached up and sunk his fingers into his hair.

If he couldn’t have the evening, he was going to make sure Oliver went back with bruised, swollen lips, hair a mess, and every possible hallmark to show that he’d vanished with someone. Let everyone wonder who.

That it changed when Oliver seemed to yield, to surrender to being kissed rather than one doing the kissing didn’t escape Marcus either. It wasn’t until he could feel him trembling that Marcus released him, leaving him looking faintly dizzy where he stood. He smoothed out his robes then, slow and insouciant, enough to make Oliver watch the trail of his hands. “I’m not going to take whatever scraps you decide to throw me and be happy that’s all I get,” he said, words short, making sure they landed home. This was probably one of the worst sides of him. “You don’t act like it, so you don’t get to call me yours. Because I’m not.” Wasn’t that just the biggest lie he’d ever told, but it was supposed to be, because he was doing it purely to be mean and he knew it.

He lifted his thumb to the corner of his mouth then ran it along to the middle of his own lower lip, as though he could taste Oliver there. He could, Firewhiskey and everything that had become so familiar since they first crashed into trying to understand what this was. The reason he really did it, though, was to be a little bit cruel, to watch Oliver’s pupils dilate some more, to see him want to close the distance again, and then to deny him. Or at least, that’s the intention, right up until Oliver shakes his head. “Merlin help me you’re impossible sometimes,” was the set of words bitten out. “I was trying to apologise. To tell you that I only wanted to go with you, but I also wanted to protect this because it’s ours and people are incredibly nosy. I’m not ashamed of what we’re doing. You might not be mine, but I want you to be.”

Those were a set of words that Marcus badly wanted to be true, and it was enough to stop him cold, to make him rein in the sulking (if he was honest about what he’d been doing, that was it) and register them. The attempts to deflect hard that his feelings had actually been hurt had all ultimately proven to be unsuccessful, and he knew better than to use kissing as a weapon, it too often backfired and this was very much a case in point.

As though Oliver sensed the weakness somehow, damn him for it, the next time he was being touched was much gentler. “We could dance right here, if you wanted.” The words were breathed between them. That was when Marcus realised that they could still hear the music from the hall.

He made a decision. “Nah,” he said, not hesitating to turn down the suggestion. “Come on. Let’s go back inside.” He gave Oliver a pointed look then, and threw down the gauntlet. “Together.” It was a ceasefire, or the closest that they’d get, because they still needed to talk about the actual feelings involved at some point.

There was no phasing a Gryffindor with that kind of challenge, though, so Oliver didn’t even bat an eyelid. Show them anything like a bet you can’t and they immediately decided that not only could they, but screw you who says I can’t. The only reply Marcus got was a hand in his. It turned out he did want to kiss Oliver softly then, so it still took a few minutes longer for them to get back to the hall. When they did, the night sky that illuminated the ceiling had darkened to hold a spill of stars, and the lights had gone down to something far lower and barely there.

Oliver got his one dance. What he also got was a truth in his ear. “I’m only yours if you’re mine. Non-negotiable. What about it?”

The night wasn’t over yet.

[thisbeatchachinglikemoney]

Strange

Part 2 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Yoongi x BTS, 

Summary: Yoongi has found his soulmate, but his trouble has only just begun. He has to tell the members, but their reactions are something he never expected.

Warnings: Angst, Namjoon being a slight dick to Yoongi, sad TaeTae.

AN: Thank you guys so much for the love already on this series. I never expected it! Sorry this one is a little bit shorter, but there was less I planned to put in this chapter. There is more Yoongi x Y/N next chapter, I promise!

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Y/N POV:

After last night, Yoongi had brought me to his own apartment in Seoul. He had had to go back into work as he had got a call from one of the other members of the group and he had to go back. So he told me the address and allowed me to stay there so we could talk.

It was strange, now being able to see the colour of everything. It felt like if I had to go back to seeing in black and white now, I would not be able to cope. Everything was so vibrant. There were infinite shades of blue, and red, and green, and purple, all of which had been different shades of grey for all of my life. 

I had fallen asleep when I got to his apartment since it was so late. So I hadn’t seen the colours of the outside world; the colour of the sky, the sun, the clouds. I groaned as I pushed back the blankets, feeling the silk material of the main duvet slip and slide under my fingers. Of course Yoongi would have silk sheets. I giggled to myself as I swung my legs out of bed. I grabbed myself some new clothes and changed into them. But this time it was harder. I could see what colours clashed, and the thought of me walking around not knowing any better was now really embarrassing. 

I flushed red as I picked out a white sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. It had just hit me - I was in Min Yoongi’s apartment. THE Min Yoongi. As in Suga of BTS. As in Agust D. I was in what was hopefully the guest bedroom. I gasped. What if I had slept in his bed? I quickly turned and made the bed before pulling open the curtains. 

It was beautiful. The sky was a clear crystal blue. There were a few clouds, and the sun was a pale yellow because it was morning. It was common knowledge on what colour the sky and sun were. It was something constant and would not change. 

I sighed to myself. I needed coffee. Hopefully he would have some. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me helping myself. Or I could get a delivery, but I didn’t know the address. I turned around and surveyed the bedroom better. The walls were a very pale grey, and the bed was a darker shade. There were light coloured pillows on the bed as well as dark grey silk sheets. There were framed photographs of cityscapes on the walls, and a white wooden dresser was opposite the bed against the wall. There was a wall of mirrors, which is what I assumed was a wardrobe. I pushed it open and saw it was empty. Definitely the guest bedroom.

I pushed open the door and walked out of the room. I looked side to side trying to remember which way was the front door and which way was the kitchen. I remembered that the living room was by the front door but the kitchen and dining room I had not seen so assumed were past the bedroom I had found. I decided to turn left and found myself in a large kitchen complete with black marble worktops and a large island in the middle.

It was then my eyes fell on it. The coffee machine. Okay, now a coffee cup. Where did people normally keep their mugs and cups and glasses? I began opening some cupboards when I heard the front door open, making me freeze.

“Y/N, are you awake?” You heard Yoongi call out.

“Yeah, I’m in the kitchen!” I called back.

Yoongi POV:

I felt bad having to leave her, but Taehyung called me. He had woken up and panicked when I wasn’t there. So I hurried back after giving her the key and directions to my apartment, hoping that she wouldn’t get lost. I walked with her part of the way, anyway, since it was close to the company building.

Taehyung was sat at my desk, spinning around in my chair as he waited for me. “Where did you go?” He asked, his eyes slightly wet and swollen. “I thought you had left me.”

I took a deep breath. He was beautiful. His eyes were a beautiful shade of chocolate brown, and his hair was a curly light brown. His skin was a lovely tan colour. 

“Yoongi hyung?” Taehyung was looking at me worried now. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Was it a sasaeng?”

“No, nothing is wrong.” I replied. Now I had a choice, I either tell him that I met my soulmate, or I don’t tell him and keep it a secret. I decided to tell him - we were open to each other about everything, that way no one got upset over secrets that others had. “I think I met my soulmate, Tae.” I said, sitting down on the couch.

“What?” Taehyung stood up, looking surprised. “Are you sure? You either did or you didn’t.” He said. 

“Well, I can see colours now, if that’s what you mean.” I replied.

“Really, you can?” Taehyung asked, straddling his lap. “What do I look like?”

“You look so beautiful, baby.” I said, resting my hands on his hips. “Such pretty eyes.” Taehyung blushed.

“So what are you going to do. What is she like?” He asked.

“Well, I can’t leave her. She was staying in the park when I found her, with all of her stuff. She’s clearly not in a good place right now, so I let her stay in my apartment. She is pretty, and from what I can tell, a very good dancer. She was dancing to Spring Day in the park.” I explained.

“You’re letting her stay in your apartment?” Taehyung looked a bit annoyed at this. I knew it was dangerous, but I trusted her, which was strange, considering I had only met her not even an hour ago. 

“Yes?” I said, looking him in the eye. I was realising now he had a small mole on the end of his nose, as well as one by his lip. “I know it might be dangerous, but I do trust her, Tae.”

“Hyung, are you going to leave us?” Taehyung asked. I was silent. I didn’t know how to answer him as I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. His lips quivered and he nervously licked them. “Hyung?” His voice was smaller this time - sounding scared and unsure. “Please, no!” He begged, tears beginning to stream down his face when I still didn’t answer.

“Tae, I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I said, reaching out to stroke his hair to calm him down. He flinched away from me, getting off my lap. “Baby, please, this isn’t my fault!”

“Yeah, well, you could have just rejected her as your soulmate.” He spat, his arms folded across his chest. Rejecting your soulmate is something that you would never want to happen to you. It was painful, the cords between you and your soulmate being severed apparently felt like a white hot knife. You would never want to inflict that on anyone, at least, I knew I didn’t.

“Taehyung, that’s not fair! You know what that would be like for her!” I said, standing up. I was getting annoyed at him now. He knew what that would be like for her, and for him to purposely want to put someone through that... I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“Yeah, but do you know what it’s going to be like for all of us? For me?!” Taehyung shouted. “We are supposed to be your forever, not some girl you met on the streets! For all you know she could be a whore out to get your money!”

“Kim Taehyung, you stop that right now!” I shouted, hoping that using my dom voice would get him to calm down slightly. “We need to have a group meeting about this! It’s not something I can decide on my own!”

“Well here’s my input, reject her!” Taehyung grabbed his coat before storming out of the studio. I sighed and sat down, burying my head in my hands. What a mess. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to the groupchat, saying I needed to have an emergency meeting with them all ASAP. They all replied saying they were on their way. Taehyung said nothing.

I guess that could be expected from him. Taehyung and I were the ones who started the whole polyamorous relationship. We started dating, but then decided that we wanted more, so we asked the members about it. Taehyung was my baby. I didn’t want to lose him, but I also didn’t want to cause Y/N unnecessary pain. I could already tell she had been through so much pain in her life and I didn’t want to be the cause of another source.

I made my way to our practice room and waited for everyone to arrive. It was quiet since it was so early. It was strange being here by myself - I was usually locked away in my studio until they texted me saying we were having a rehearsal, so I never realised just how quiet it could get. Yes, there was still the security guards and the night shift girl at the front desk, but they kept to themselves. 

The door opened, revealing the maknaes, besides Tae, and Hoseok. “Hyung!” Jimin ran towards me, hugging me tight. I smiled and hugged him back. Jimin always thought he was too fat and always wanted to diet, but I was against it. He wasn’t chubby, he was just muscular. I could feel all his muscles when I hugged him. I cupped his cheek as I kissed his lips, making him smile and rest his head on my shoulder. Jungkook also joined in the hug, accepting a kiss from me as well. 

“What’s wrong, hyung?” Hoseok asked as he shut the door behind him. “Did something happen? Where’s Tae?” He walked over to me and hugged me. “You look sad, love.”

“I’ll tell you all when Namjoon and Jin get here. Taehyung already knows, which is why he’s not here.” I explained, making Hoseok hum and nod, rubbing my back. The door banged open as Namjoon stumbled through, tripping over his own two feet. I chuckled. Such Joon behaviour. Jin was behind him, a hand firmly secured on his upper arm preventing him from falling flat on his face.

“Hey clumsy.” I said, with a small smile, making Namjoon scowl at me, and Jin flash a fond smile at me. I looked at all my boyfriends gathered before me. They had never looked more beautiful. The different shades of their tan skin tones, combined with their different hair colours was stunning. Both Jimin and Hoseok had blonde hair - Jimin’s was a similar shade as mine while Hobi’s was slightly darker, Namjoon had slightly faded purple hair, while Jin and Jungkook had their natural hair colours, except Kookie had green tips to his hair. 

“What are you staring at?” Jimin asked, a slight blush to his cheeks.

“I found my soulmate.” I revealed, making them all go silent and stare at me. “And I know I am sure because I can see colours now.”

“How?” Namjoon asked. I explained how I had met Y/N in the park, and how I think she is an ARMY, and now she was staying in my apartment.

“That explains why Taehyung was so upset.” Jin said softly. “Yoongi, what are you going to do?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” I said with a sigh. “I can’t reject her, but I don’t want to lose you all in the process.” I bit my lip as I looked around. Jimin was beginning to cry, and Jungkook just looked lost. Hoseok looked neutral, but Namjoon was angry. Jin was trying to calm him down. Namjoon was the one who got jealous most easily. Him and Taehyung were. “Joonie, speak to me.”

Namjoon looked at me in the eye. “I suggest you go and spend some time with your new soulmate and figure out everything. If you feel like coming back to us, then you can come back. But until then, just stay away. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt.”

My heart stopped. Did Namjoon just kick me out? In the middle of us preparing for our comeback? “Namjoon, that’s not fair!” I exclaimed, making him scoff.

“No, you know what’s not fair. You finding your soulmate and having the audacity to tell us that you’re not sure whether you want to be with her or us.” Namjoon shouted, making me flinch.

“Is that really how you feel?” I asked, looking at each of them in turn. When none of them answered, I nodded my head. “Okay, I’ll come get my stuff at some point this week, and I’ll be at the meet and greet on the weekend.” I grabbed my bag and left the room, making my way to my apartment.

[carnationcreation]

Hey there, I love you and your work so so much!!

I was wondering if you could write a Mighty Ducks imagine, about your favorite duck-i just low key wanna know who your favorite is- that is set in the second movie where the reader is new to the team and it kinda starts off as them not liking each other to them kissing? If you need any more ideas I’d be happy to help!!

 TITLE: Pride (Adam Banks x reader)

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Request: Hey there, I love you and your work so so much!!I was wondering if you could write a Mighty Ducks imagine, about your favorite duck-i just low key wanna know who your favorite is- that is set in the second movie where the reader is new to the team and it kinda starts off as them not liking each other to them kissing? If you need any more ideas I’d be happy to help!!

Prompt/summary:  Adam finally has to admit to his pride after he’s injured.

Word Count: 1,298

Authors note: Set in D2! Also I had such a hard time picking cause I love Charlie, Adam, and Luis but I decided to go with my first boy crush from the films! For the vibes listen to Take Yours by Matthew Mole it’s so cute!

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My laces were tied so tight I could feel the pressure right on top of my foot as I charged Julie in the goal, she barely caught the puck from my slapshot to the top right corner.

“Ugh, almost had it,” I groaned.

“Maybe one day (Y/l/n),” Julie said. I couldn’t see her face because of the goalie mask but I’m sure she had a shit-eating grin on.

I never thought I would make it here, representing my state for the US youth hockey team for the Junior Olympics. The day I got the call I almost passed out from the excitement and anxiety, and today I almost puked getting out of bed as I thought about how I needed to be on my best game if I wanted to make a good impression on the team I would be joining. 

I saw the whole team walk in, the green jersey was almost a threat. Something I could join but never truly be a part of. I felt that anxiety build up again when I saw they were watching me as I skated down the ice.

Tibbles began to introduce each of us giving us a chance to show off our best skill.

Julie went first, her speed and accuracy in goal made her a vital member to the team. If we were going to stand a chance against Iceland then we needed her.

“And that’s (Y/n) (Y/l/n), everyone calls her Sharpshooter though.”

“Why’s that?” Bombay asked.

“Just watch,” Tibbles nodded, “She’s the only person that’s been able to score on Gaffney.”

My heart raced as I skated quickly up to the goal, aiming on Julie’s stick side, right in the corner I knew she was weakest on.

“Cheap shot (Y/l/n)!” she yelled causing me to laugh as I threw my arms up in victory.

Tibbles waved me over.

“So what makes you so important?” Bombay asked me, “We have about 3 sharpshooters on my team. Why do we need you?”

I stood there in shock, not able to respond as I racked my brain for an answer, “I- well have any of your boys managed to score on Gaffney yet?”

“No, but they will be able to.”

“After how long? I’ve known Gaffney for maybe 30 minutes and I’m already scoring. From what I can tell your boys rely mostly on strength, put anyone up against me and I can show you how accurate I am.”

Bombay smirked, “I like this kid.”

I couldn’t help but smile as Tibbles let me skate back over to Gaffney.

“Look at the boys,” she smirked.

I gave her a confused look.

“Attractive, presumably single hockey players? Might be able to get ourselves a date.”

“Oh shut up,” I shoved her shoulder, “We should be thinking about Hockey, not getting some stupid guys to go out with us. Besides, dating a teammate would just be... weird.”

Julie rolled her eyes, “Oh whatever.”

I laughed and gave the team one final look. My eyes fell on two boys standing near the edge of the group, I assumed one, if not both, was the captain.

“Who’re those boys? Near the edge?”

Julie smirked, “Conway and Banks. The two star players.”

“Oh.”

“Who do you think is cuter?” 

I swallowed hard, “Honestly hard to tell. They both give off different vibes.”

“I thought you said dating a teammate would be ‘weird’“ Julie laughed.

“Listen,” I smiled, “I can look at the menu, I just won’t order.”

Julie let out a cackle and skated away.

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The tension between the groups finally bubbled over and I was swept in by someone insulting Julie.

“She’s a lot better than you bus boy!” I yelled in the other goalies face.

“I’d block any of your shots any day (Y/l/n)!” he said.

“Wanna test that theory?” I said, apparently I had this fiery look in my eyes cause when Julie pulled me back I saw how terrified the goalie looked causing me to laugh.

Banks skated over, “You really think you’re hot shit huh?”

“Oh please,” I scoffed, “I know I’m hot shit. How many state titles have you one pretty boy?”

I mentally slapped myself. Pretty boy? Really? Best you could come up with?

Adam smirked, “I’d take you on anytime princess.”

“Bring it on.”

Eventually Bombay broke us all apart.

“Now we didn’t come here to fight! We came to play Hockey. We’re team USA. You represent your country!”

Julie and I giggled at the looks on the players faces. 

Adam turned to me, “SHH!”

I rolled my eyes in return.

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After the first practice we all seemed to get along better. The girls all went out shopping together on the weekends leading to us getting close quick. Adam and I had a competition going of who could make the best trick shot, which Julie kept saying was ‘tension’. 

We finally made it to our game against Germany. The summer had seemed to go by in an instant and I knew after the championship I would have to be bussed right back home to Boringtown USA. 

I walked into the locker room after workouts, I stayed afterwards to work on my shot more. I turned the corner and saw Adam wrapping his wrist up, he winced.

“Adam?”

He jumped and looked up, “It’s not- (Y/n) don’t you dare tell coach.”

“What’d you do?”

Adam sighed, “In the last game, the dude that hooked my wrist with his stick. It’s just a little sore I promise-”

“Adam,” I said gently grabbing hist wrist to examine it, “You might’ve sprained it. If you keep playing on it it could get worse, you might not be able to play anymore.”

“It’s fine. I’ll get it checked out after the seasons over with.”

“That’s self destructive. You can’t set aside your pride for a minute just to get it looked at?” I knew to get him to see how ridiculous he was being I’d have to rile him up a little.

He scoffed, “I’m prideful? Have you even looked at yourself sharpshooter? You think you’re better than everyone and-”

“Adam this isn’t about me, or even you. It’s about the team. And if you have to get benched for longer than necessary just because you ignored an injury than that’s gonna be the whole teams problem.”

Adam sighed, “Fine. But I better not hear a word from you about it.”

“And on the topic of me being better than everyone, I’ve never thought that. I just didn’t feel like I fit in.”

“What are you talking about?” he said, “You fit in fine. You’re just constantly pushing yourself to where everyone feels like you’re full of it. A lot of people are jealous.”

“Jealous?” I cocked my head to the side.

“Yeah.”

I looked at him confused, “Of what?”

“Just- you’re constantly finding things to improve. You’re just the person who doesn’t realize just how good you are sometimes. To the point where it’s almost annoying. Yeah it’s like you think you’re better but at the same time you’re never the best. And it’s infuriating when all I can think about in practice is impressing you-”

“Impressing me?” I smile.

“I- uh. Yes. Impressing you.”

“Adam,” I chuckle, “Everyone on this team thinks you’re amazing. Myself included.”

“Amazing?”

“Yeah,” I chuckle. 

He stands up and walks over to stand in front of me, I look up into those bright blue eyes I could never seem to avoid. I gently grab his wrist, “Let’s go get this checked out by the trainer okay?”

“Okay,” he says as I started to lead him down the hallway, “And (Y/n)?”

I turned back to him.

He quickly leaned forward to press a quick kiss on my lips, “I think you’re pretty amazing too.”

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[mageofseven]

Hi I just recently discovered your blog and I’m in love with your writing! I have a little request if you don’t mind. The brothers (and undateables I’d you want to) finding MC bruised and beaten and later discovering they got into a fight with another demon. Thank you in advance if you decide to write this!

Awww thank you so much! I might end up doing the Undateables in another post, but I'll just stick to the Brothers for this one.

And thanks for requesting 😊

TWs: violence, vague s*xual assault

Spoiler warning: 1st year spoilers in Lucifer's and vaguely in Belphie's section

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Lucifer:

Was checking out the area under Diavolo's orders.

Apparently there have been some people sneaking around in the old Colosseum and normal methods to keep other demons away from the historical landmark have been futile.

That and word has made it's way that some criminals have been using the place to secretly make dealings

So when he got there, he had expected to find some such people lurking around

Instead he found MC on the ground in the center, bruised and bleeding with their arm bent in a very concerning way.

He rushed up to them, calling their name and checking them for signs of life.

Honestly, the man was having major flashbacks to the day he lost his sister.

This was exactly where Lilith fell and Lucifer had to watch his sister, all broken and in pain until Diavolo came and he had to make the deal that changed everything

The deal that eventually led to MC's existence

Yet here they were now, in exactly the same place and state and the demon couldn't help but break down for a minute with panic he tried so hard to conceal.

The human let out a groan and the man could only sigh in relief.

"MC, oh thank the Devil..."

"Luce...?"

"You'll be alright." He promised. "I'll take you over to have Simeon heal you."

Despite the internal panic and flashbacks of such a traumatic event, he still handled the situation well.

Once MC was all healed up, he asked them what happened.

Apparently, they found a note that someone had stuffed in their school bag, asking for them to meet at the Colosseum.

They thought it was weird, but curiosity had gotten the better of them so they went and were attacked while exploring the ancient building.

The demon had meant to kill her, but sensed Lucifer approaching so they dropped the human and ran for it.

Ends up getting as much info from them about the attacker as he can.

Even if MC doesn't want the demon to die for what they did, they get no say in the matter.

Because of their status as exchange student, this attack is a political issue and the consequences Lord Diavolo warned his people about originally must be put into play.

Politics aside though, Lucifer would never let any being who hurt MC get away with it.

Becomes a lot stricter with what they can and cannot do

Like, they're not even allowed to go for a walk around the block without either him or his brothers accompanying them.

Even changes up their class schedule to make sure they have at least one of his brothers with them per class and they even have to walk MC to their next one.

Any arguments about this from MC or the brothers fall on deaf ears.

He will never let anyone lay a hand on them again.

Mammon:

School day had ended and he was on his way to pick MC up from their class.

Since Lucifer decided the day they came that he was responsible for their safety, he always had to do stuff like this.

He was late today though since his teacher held him back after class.

Blah blah F on the test, blahh blah summer school, blaah blahh blaaaah. Whatever man; he wasn't listening

And because of them, he was late. So much so that when he arrived at the human's classroom, they weren't there.

Lowkey panicked.

Shit. Shit shit shit, where'd they go???

Practically runs in the halls trying to find them

Knows Lucifer will have his head for this if he can't track 'em down.

Ends up hearing some kind of ruckus in the courtyard

And finds a big group of students forming a circle and chanting "Fight!"

"Oh yell!" Is momentarily distracted from his problem and joins the group. "Fight! Fight! Fight--."

Oh shit. That's his human in the circle!

Mammon's brain just started buffering as he watched MC dodge and weave, even getting some good hits in. The second brother was actually pretty impressed.

The lower demon in the fight eventually lost his footing and fell to the ground, giving an opening for MC to give a big kick between his legs and the demon let out a shrill scream. His green skin started smoking and changed to grey as it hardened and suddenly seemed more like stone than a person.

The circle of students started cheering and Mammon's jaw practically hit the floor.

Holy shit, the human did it!

MC fell the ground, panting heavily and bruised from head to toe.

Mammon finally rushed up to them.

"Damn, MC! You're gonna give me a heart attack!"

All of a sudden, some students started running and others just quickly jumped back, revealing Lucifer and Diavolo.

....yep, he's dead.

The two older demons started asking MC questions as they caught their breath and Mammon tried to sneak away.

Lucifer grabbed his brother by his jacket, but otherwise paid him no mind as MC told their tale.

Apparently this demon that sits behind them in their Devildom History class had been giving them crap for a while; calling them names and pushing them around. Today they even started touching them in places that made them wanna break the demon's hand.

MC snapped and told them such. The demon only grinned. Honestly, he was probably waiting for them to say that.

From there, he dragged them out by their hair and the rest is rather obvious.

Diavolo had some of his men carry the demon away. Apparently, the stone-like skin is defense mechanism, essentially the equivalent of a turtle hiding in their shells for that sub-race of demon.

The prince assured MC that the demon will be dealt with and tasked Lucifer with getting them healed up.

Mammon was hung upside down from the roof for a few hours for letting this happen, but MC was patched up and okay in the end.

Leviathan:

He usually buys all of his otaku stuff off of Akuzon

But occasionally, he likes to go out and by manga at this store downtown.

It's a once in a blue moon sort of thing, but he still does it

MC felt like taking a walk so they joined him

The two explored the shop as Levi fanboyed about seemingly every other series he passed.

The otaku had already started a pile of manga he planned to buy.

He didn't even notice when MC left his side until he approached the counter to pay

Boy just assumes you bailed on him at first and sinks into self-loathing mode

Until he heard a scream from outside.

He abandoned his manga and raced out, just in time to see another demon run for it and MC leaning against the building.

Their right arm was bleeding from the holes and claw marks made into it.

The third brother started freaking out and rushed them home, even leaving his books there.

When they get back, Lucifer patches them up with a first aid kit and a little bit of a potion.

MC explains how they were shopping with Levi when all of a sudden they saw Beel outside the store waving at them

She went out to talk to him, but then suddenly, it wasn't Beel anymore.

Apparently, it was a shapeshifting demon and, since they specifically choose Beel's form to take, Lucifer assumed that they must have been watching them for a while and planning this attack. They likely chose Beel because they knew he was someone MC would let their guard around.

Levi felt like crap for letting them get hurt, but MC said it was their fault for being tricked.

Lucifer decided it was both their faults and gave them both a long lecture

Satan:

The fourth brother invited MC out for coffee

The blonde actually really likes the atmosphere of coffee shops and wanted to share it with them

The two ordered their coffee and sat at their table while talking about books. He recently read a book on artic fauna from the human world and was comparing the information he read with their own knowledge

It was a very relaxing experience like most of MC's quality with Satan.

Before the two of left, MC had to stop in the restroom.

That demon waited patiently for the human at their table, but when almost ten minutes went by, he became a bit annoyed and puzzled.

Not wanting to be rude, but also ready to leave, Satan approached the bathroom door

He paused mid knock when her heard a low growl followed by a cry from MC

Now in his demon form, the blonde kicked the door off its hinges. It wasn't locked or anything, but the man was super pissed.

Found a demon pressing MC, who had a gash in their head, against the opposite wall

'An eye for an eye' is more or less the philosophy he followed here, or rather, a head for a head.

He took the demon and slammed his head into another wall over and over again.

MC had to run up and tell him to stop after the other demon passed out.

They left the demon on the floor of the bathroom and Satan, with his arms around MC to keep them close, headed back to House of Lamentation

The human didn't want the other brothers to see them like this and worry so Satan snuck them into his room and went to get the first aid kit.

It was quiet between the two as he patched them up.

"I'm sorry for scaring you." He said as he finished with their stitches. "Seeing you hurt like that just made my blood boil. They deserved it, but you shouldn't have had to watch."

"It's okay... thank you for saving me."

The two spent the rest of the night huddled together in his room, reading and just settling down from the incident.

Asmodeus:

Shopping trip!

Asmo was a bit too enthusiastic about it, but that's part of why MC was all too willing to go

He mainly just wanted to see MC in cute outfits, but also bought a few for himself

Any self-consciousness MC might feel on her own is long gone when they spend time with him. He's always hyping them up and complimenting them and overall making them feel beautiful.

Time spent with Asmo is always a good time and well spent.

The fifth brother does actually leave their side for a bit after they found someone hot to flirt with

MC didn't mind and just let the Avatar of Lust do his thing as they continued to look through the racks.

At some point a very good looking demon approached them and started flirting with them

It became obvious that this dude was one of Asmo's demons, another demon of lust

Even with this in mind though, their attention really did make the human feel special, even if they probably said such sweet words to everyone

MC underestimated the demon, thinking that just because Asmo wasn't the aggressive sort that the demons under him wouldn't be either

Ends up following him out of the store and makes out with him against the wall of the building

They didn't understand why they were doing this, but the human's mind had been feeling foggy for a while now.

Suddenly, MC's whole body started to feel heavy and they were so dizzy that their vision was just a blur

Ends up passing out and waking up a few minutes later to Asmo crying as he stood over them and begging them to wake up

"Azzy?"

The man threw his arms around them.

Finds out that the fifth brother went looking for them when he saw that they weren't in the store anymore. He came outside just in time to see one of his underlings try to suck their soul out of their body.

As soon as they heard their superior's voice though, they dropped the human and ran.

The two went straight home and Asmo was extra clingy with them for the rest of the day.

Beelzebub:

The two of them went together to Madam Screams since they were both craving sweets.

Beel was really hungering for a cherry pit pie (though of course he planned on order other things as well) while MC was really hankering for some chocodevil cake.

The two happily got in line to pick out their treats, but MC stepped out to get a clearer view of the case with all of the treats to see if they wanted anything different instead.

Ends up getting attacked by a famished, minor demon of gluttony and slammed down on the glass case containing the sweets.

Beel jumped into gear; he changed into his demon form and threw the other demon off of them.

During the skirmish, the two ended up breaking down a wall and crushing three tables.

When the fight ended, the big guy rushed up to MC to make sure they're okay.

The human was bleeding and had a lot of glass shards embedded in their back and arms.

Though worried, the sweet boy keeps himself together and carefully takes out the bigger shards.

Rushes them home, treats forgotten.

Once home, Lucifer is the one who gets the rest of the glass out of their back and cleans up their wounds.

Beel stays by their side and lets them squeeze their hand when Luce's clean up hurts too much.

Luce gives his younger brother a lecture for all the stuff he had broken back at Madam Screams, but is surprisingly lenient with him.

The older brother didn't say it (and honestly, he should have), but he was proud of his brother for stepping up and protecting MC, but at the same time, expected nothing less from him.

Yeah, Lucifer will likely get sent the bill, but MC's safety is more important.

Belphegor:

Belphie had fallen asleep during class; no surprise there.

The rest of the students left the room when class ended, but the seventh brother continued to sleep at his desk.

MC found his sleeping face cute and didn't want to wake the demon

So instead, they hung around the classroom, waiting for the Avatar of Sloth to awake; the school day was over and the classroom wasn't going to be used for anything else so they thought there'd be no harm in hanging around.

Sadly, they were wrong.

Another student, a jerk from their Seductive Speechcraft class had waited for them to leave the classroom in order to harass them, but when they didn't come out, he came in.

Eventually had them backed up against the wall and forcing their hand up their shirt, causing the human to yelp.

He tried covering their mouth with his other hand, but MC bit them, angering the demon and leading them to putting their hands around their throat as he yelled at them.

The entire time, the minor demon never saw the Avatar of Sloth sleeping at his desk.

Big mistake.

Belphie woke up and saw the scene before him, turning into his demon form real quick.

Didn't hesitate to grab a hold of the bastard and make him let go of MC, who was now gasping for much needed air.

The seventh brother used his miasma aura to weaken the demon as he was now the one doing the choking with the lower demon.

MC covered their face and cried in their corner on the floor.

It was too similar to That Night™️ and the human was bordering on panic attack because of it.

Once the minor demon passed out, Belphie turned and saw MC crying on the floor.

He rushed up to them, but stopped once MC started screaming and begging for him to stay back.

That look in their eyes... it was the same fearful look he remembered from That Night™️

And it killed Belphie inside because he never wanted them to be scared of him ever again.

He waited for the human to calm down and, with their permission, slowly approached them.

He wanted to hug them, but was afraid that they'd just be reminded of it even more so he held back.

Surprising him, the human hugged him instead.

He held them tight for as long as they needed and started to notice the bruises forming on their neck

The two went home after that and reported the incident to Lucifer before Belphie dragged MC with him for a nap.

He chose Beel and his' room since he knew the attic would probably be too much for them right now.

Cuddled close to them and apologized for all of it. For falling asleep and leaving them defenseless. For the other demon's attack. For scarying them. Above all, that he was sorry for That Night™️

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