#making the exact same joke I made just a few hours ago because uhhh.

[star--anon]

hey sorry your boyfriend mightve been traumatized beyond anything we previously thought possible. yeah sorry we took away his reality and forced him to live through countless horrors repeatedly. no yeah he thought his friend betrayed him and killed literally everyone he's ever known and loved. yea hes gonna distance himself from you and put on a stoic act when in reality hes terrified of sleeping because the nightmares hold him the same way our horror-machine held him. sorry

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it's okay though just put some oil in the hinges, it'll buff out

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Hi! What would you think about writing a fic where Tom and reader are both working on a show or movie or something, and they have feelings for each other, but they're too nervous to do anything, and then they both end up in a prop closet or something alone, and then ✨stuff✨ happens? If not that's fine!!

a/n: uhhh i got really carried away with this, and am really obsessed with the idea so thank u for sending it over!! also actress!reader is like my favorite trope to read so it really was no shock this was my favorite to write! i also did my best to portray tom as the gemini man he is. also, my inbox is open, send over requests!

warnings: cussing, sexual tension u could cut with a knife, an intense make out sesh (no smut)

word count: 2211

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the long nights on set were beginning to catch up with you and your costars. every day you felt more delusional, surviving only by the caffeine that tom would bring every morning. it was really a routine at this point, you’d sit down in the chair of the hair and makeup trailer, and one minute later tom would stroll in with your exact order.

“and an iced matcha for the diva,” he liked to joke. that was his nickname for you, diva. he thought that maybe you’d pick up on his flirting if he started calling you names like diva, and princess. you payed no mind to him, because you thought he was making fun of you. that he didn’t take you seriously, and that was frustrating, because, well, you had feelings for him. you weren’t entirely sure how he felt about you, though, and it was driving you insane. you’d convince yourself you would be okay without him, that if he didn’t like you back, you’d survive it. but then he would walk in to the trailer, holding your matcha, and calling you diva. you couldn’t push aside the euphoria that rushed through your body every time he called you that. you actually really enjoyed it, but tried to ignore that as the embarrassment of him making fun of you settled in.

tom was really cocky too, but you assumed that came with being an excellent actor, and being quite successful. you’d talk to your friends about him, because when were you not talking to him? when were you not thinking about him?

“he’s so cocky, maybe i don’t actually have feelings for him,” you’d explain. “he walks around calling me names, who does he think he is?”

your friends would groan, because they heard this everyday. they would go from “yeah he sucks” to “aw, you should tell him how you feel, you two would be so cute together.”

you just felt so stuck. you’d act in scenes with him, and would feel the connection, but as soon as the director yelled cut the connection would turn to a code that you couldn’t decipher. you really couldn’t figure him out.

he would abruptly open your trailer door, and yell, “hey princess, let’s get going they’re ready for us!”

you’d roll your eyes, but walk with him to set anyways, because you enjoyed his presence. you were friends, at this point. he would invite you to his place for game nights, and take you out to dinner during particularly hard days. he would show up to your place, unannounced, with a pack of truly’s- just cause. you would give him rides to set, and get him his favorite food when he’s filming. you tried not to think about how often he would send you the “you up?” text, because you didn’t want to convince yourself this was something, when there was a possibility it was nothing.

but, you really liked him. he was tom holland, your celebrity crush. the person you’d call when you’re sad. the person who you’d run scenes with for hours on end, and never get tired of being around him. the person who you could just look at, and feel safe. he was home to you, you just didn’t know he felt the same. so, when the electricity went out during a particularly bad storm in Atlanta, and you and tom were in the supplies closet alone, you weren’t exactly prepared for what was about to happen.

“you really ordered an iced matcha while there’s, like, a borderline hurricane happening outside?” tom exclaimed. he stared at you as you stood up, and grabbed the drink from his hand.

“yes, i really did,” you shot back. “what are you gonna do? call me a ‘diva’?” you smiled at him, and his eyes slowly moved down your body than back up to meet your eyes. yes, he really did just check you out, but you were sure you only imagined that in your head.

“i might,” tom replied, then sat in the chair next to you. “it’s still early, though. there’s time to catch up on the name-calling.”

“i’m looking forward to it,” you teased, rolling your eyes at him. sometimes pushing tom was fun. tom shot you a glare, and you smiled to yourself as you sat back down.

“weather is crazy, huh?” tom observed. “i’m not the biggest fan of big storms like this.”

you looked over at him, noticing the concern on his face.

“i think they’re fun, i absolutely love just sitting at the window, and watching rain,” you confessed. the two of you were looking at each other, the only noise was the rain outside the trailer. your heart was beating so hard, you were certain tom could hear it. just the two of you, alone in a trailer. nothing new, yet something felt wildly different this time. perhaps it was tom’s vulnerability due to the storm happening outside.

the feelings you were marinating in were disrupted by the trailer doors being opened, and the makeup artists walking in.

“so sorry we’re late, the storm is insane,” one of them apologized.

“no need to be sorry, tanya, we’re just glad you got here safely,” you replied. tom nodded his head in agreement, and they started to work their magic on the two of you. while in the makeup chair, you and tom decided at the beginning of filming that you would switch who plays the music every day. so, your day to play the music was today, and even though the two of you agreed on this, tom complained.

“why can’t i just play the music today? you always play the same songs,” he whined. you rolled your eyes at him, trying to ignore him.

“oh god not taylor swift again!” tom groaned. you loved that even though you were the one who was perceived as dramatic, tom was actually the diva.

“tom, shut up,” you said back. “you are so annoying when it comes to this shit.”

you looked over at him, and he was looking at you. his eyes sparkled in the light, and you felt your stomach flutter at the way he stared you down. you looked away, staring back down at your phone to try and recover.

a few moments passed, and the two of you were done with hair and makeup. now was the real challenge, getting to the set during the insane storm.

“where’s the umbrella, tom?” you asked while you looked around.

“i have no idea,” he answered. you looked up and glared at him.

“didn’t you bring it over here? i could’ve sworn you were holding one when we walked here twenty minutes ago,” you mocked. tom smiled.

“it’s right here, i’m just messing with you,” he replied.

“you’re so annoying,” you remarked.

you grabbed your script and the matcha, then made your way over, talking about the scenes you were shooting today. this was something the two of you did almost every day, you liked to rehearse your lines before getting on the stage. when the two of you arrived, you set down your script, but kept drinking your matcha as you and tom started blocking. this was something you did before every scene, and was what made your days so long. you had to work out every detail of the scene you’d be filming before actually filming it; which was time-consuming, and sometimes frustrating. you and tom were set up at a table for this scene, sitting across from one another.

“y/n, if you could just move your head more towards the right, we’d get a better shot,” the director called out. so you did, and in doing so, your hand moved with you, and knocked the matcha off the table.

“oh shit,” you said, looking back at the director with an apologetic face. “i’ll clean it up, don’t even worry!”

tom sat across from you, laughing at you as you scooped the ice off the ground, and put it back into your cup.

“that doesn’t sound good,” the director replied.

“no, don’t even worry! i’m totally cleaning this up, it’s gonna be spotless,” you breathed out. you were extremely worried, though. the green liquid covered the floor of the diner set that was built. tom eventually started helping you.

“this is ridiculous, y/n, you can’t scoop the liquid with your hands,” he observed. “let’s go get some paper towels, okay?”

you looked up at him with watery eyes, you were worried that you had just ruined a set that took a while to build.

“okay,” you agreed. the director walked up to the two of you, looking at the spilled drink then back at you.

“i’d think paper towels would be more helpful than your hands, y/n,” he joked. “don’t you think?”

you nodded, “yes, tom and i will be right back with those.”

you and tom walked in silence over to the supplies closet, where they kept the paper towels.

“so embarrassing,” you let out under your breath.

“what was that?” tom asked. he opened the door to the closet, and turned the light on. the closet was huge, so both of you went in to look for the paper towels.

“it’s so embarrassing, doing that in front of everyone,” you admitted. “i shouldn’t have had my drink there.”

tom scoffed, “oh please, we all bring our drinks with us when we’re blocking, anyone could’ve done that!”

you nodded in agreement, uncertain of your voice at the moment, so you opted to stay silent. the lights started flickering right as you found the paper towels.

“that was weird,” tom announced.

“yeah, that was weird,” you replied.

the lights flickered again, and within seconds you were in pitch black.

“wow,” you let out. “tom, where are you?”

“i’m right here,” he said. you laughed, because you thought it was a ridiculous answer. you put your arms out, and tried to walk towards him.

“do you have your phone? i need a flashlight,” you asked.

“no, i left it out there,” he replied.

“shit, me too,” you noted. “put your arms out, i can’t find you.”

“okay,” he said. you walked for a few seconds, then ran into him.

“there you are,” you commented.

“here i am,” he said. the two of you were standing so close, his hot breath was felt on your face. your eyes started to adjust to the darkness, and you could see his features now. you could see his lips. oh my god, you could almost feel his body against yours. you felt butterflies in your stomach as you realized just how close he was to you. you could just touch him, you thought. you could, you really could just grab his face, and kiss him. right here, right now.

“should we try looking for the door?” you asked out loud. the silence was killing you, you had to escape it. tom stood still, breathing harder with every second. “tom?”

“you talk too much, you know that?” he breathed out. you were so taken aback by that statement, your breath grew shaky. “every time i try to make a move, you talk. you just-you talk too much.”

you stood there, in the dark, in absolutely disbelief.

“oh,” you let out. you didn’t know what to do, you were frozen. your eyes were completely adjusted now, and you could see tom more clearly. his face, his arms, his hands, everything. his hands moved up your body, starting at your hips then making their way to your face. you brought your hands around his neck, you were breathing so hard you felt as if you could pass out.

“you are so beautiful, y/n,” he revealed. “so fucking beautiful.”

you smiled, although you weren’t sure he could see that. your hands moved to his face, you cupped his cheeks into your hands. tom moved his face closer to yours, cupping your cheeks as well. he placed his lips onto yours, then started to kiss you. like, really kiss you. not a cute, little peck that you would see in the movies. a rough, passionate kiss. the kiss you had been waiting for all this time. one of his hands dropped to your lower back, and he pushed your body onto his. your hands started to move under his shirt, as your tongues started to swirl together. your cheeks flushed as the warmth of his tongue and body encapsulated you. his hand moved off your cheek, and started to move under your shirt to take it off.

the door abruptly opened, and a bright flashlight made you and tom move your hands up to your face. your bodies broke apart, but the damage was done.

“tom, y/n, we need you back on set, they’re about to turn on the generator,” one of your costars said. “oh, don’t forget the paper towels.” they started laughing, as well as both you and tom.

the three of you walked back, and you wiped your mouth, then looked at tom. he smiled at you, then put his hand around your waist.

you leaned into him, then whispered, “we’ll have to finish that later.”

he shook his head in agreement, “okay, diva.”

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y/n’s nth date

a oneshot

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

about: common room conversations. today's topic: y/n's quite extraordinary dating life.

a/n: so i may be a bit busier than i expected but here's a lil something that's been in my drafts for a while before i post the first chapter of keys. its coming up in a few hours hehe. lol this has a bit of resemblance to one of my other works hihi. if u know, u know 😉. anyways, enjoy!! feedback is highly appreciated!! ♡

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“Ouch! What was that for, Y/N?!”

Tony yelled and Steve gave you his ever famous ‘eyebrows of disappointment’ when you threw a large pillow towards the cuddling couple. They were just sitting there on the floor, not even making a sound, just enjoying each other’s presence so it was pretty weird that you threw a pillow out of the blue.

You shrugged, “Nothin’ much, just felt like it.”

Everyone’s eyes were on you now. It’s not that you were acting weird, throwing stuff is kinda your thing. It’s just that you haven’t talked the whole time you were all in the common room, and you’ve all been there for an hour. You haven’t been talking for one fucking hour because you honestly felt lonely despite being around a room full of people you considered your family.

Most of them had someone. Tony has Steve, Wanda has Vision, Scott has Hope, Nat has Bruce, though he’s not here at the moment.

That leaves you, Sam, and Bucky, the members of the Single Club.

You loved them both dearly, you do, but you wanted a Steve to your Tony. Probably not the best example because of the whole Civil War thing, but they both truly loved each other, everyone could see that.

“You just felt like throwing a throw pillow to Tony and me while we were just sitting here barely talking?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It is a throw pillow,” you said, shrugging once again.

Tony grabbed the pillow and threw it back to you aggressively, "Doesn’t mean you should just throw it out of the blue! Maybe warn us next time?”

Sam laughed, catching the pillow that was about to hit your face, “Don’t mind her, she’s just being bitter.” You smiled at him, "Can’t argue with that.”

“Well, you should try to date then,” Natasha suggested, making you, Bucky, and Sam laugh.

“She kind of gave up on it,” Bucky said and looked at you with a small smirk.

You nodded before drinking from your cup that was on the table, “I always end up in the weirdest places!”

Scott tilted his head, making him look like a confused puppy, “Like where?”

“Uhh..,” you sighed, “Their parents’ basement, a car in the shop, oh and did you forget that one time that I went home covered in blood ‘cause I ended up in a Hydra base?”

Scott nodded with a wrinkled nose, “Yeah, it’s probably safer if you never go on a date again. That basement sounds kinda weird and creepy.”

"Scott, not helping. Y/N, not all guys will bring you to the weirdest places. Believe it or not, some guys are actually pretty great and decent like, uh, Steve here. He’s respectful and kind and caring,” Hope said, completely unaware of the highly offended man beside her.

Tony smirked, “In the bedroom’s a totally different story.”

You laughed at Scott who was now sitting straight, “I’m not just gonna ignore the fact that you used Steve as an example while you’re here cuddling me,” he complained.

"Scott’s okay too, kind of a dumbass, but okay,” Hope said nonchalantly.

Wanda untangled from her lover and leaned forward, “Ooh, maybe who you’re looking for is right in front of you but you may be too bitter to see it,” she said wiggling her eyebrows.

You looked at the person who was seating across from you, “Barnes?”

Okay. He’s good looking, you’ve said that a few times to yourself already. You were friends and you were scared because if you two dated, there was no turning back. You worked really hard to be his friend after he came back from Wakanda. When he came to the tower, he always followed Steve wherever he went. He didn’t really trust anyone except for Steve. He eventually talked to the others who teamed up with him and Steve. Unfortunately for you, you teamed up with Tony. So, you only talked to him after almost a year after he moved in.

You remember it as if it was yesterday, you were teasing Sam about… okay maybe you don’t remember the exact details. It doesn’t matter! You were teasing Sam when he walked into the kitchen. You remember making your voice louder for him to hear even though you know he has supersoldier hearing. He laughed at something you said which made both you and Sam look at him. Bucky was smiling at you. It was the first time you saw it, and damn. “Please, continue teasing Sam. It can be exhausting you know? I’m glad to know that there’s someone who can take my place when I’m not there to do it,” he said sipping his coffee.

That was the day you became friends with Bucky Barnes. Aaaaand betrayed Sam Wilson.

“All I’m saying is, look at Tony and Steve. Hope and Scott. Even Vis and I. We all didn’t date first. We were…co-workers or friends first. We didn’t force ourselves to make a good first impression. We didn’t force ourselves to like the other. It just… sorta happened,” Wanda said, looking at Vision lovingly.

"Well said, Wands,” Nat smiled.

Sam clapped, “Yes! Don’t give up on love, my darling Y/N,” he said enthusiastically.

Wanda frowned and tilted her head, “Not my point.”

“What is it, Wilson?” You said, squinting your eyes.

Sam smiled nervously, scratching the side of his head, “Welllllllll, I may have another blind date for you.”

You crossed your arms in front of you, “No.”

“This is the last one!” Sam grabbed ahold of your ankle that was on his lap the whole time. You tried to kick him off, “You said that 10 dates ago!” you yelled finally sitting properly on the couch.

“10?” Steve asked.

Sam kneeled in front of you, pleading, “This one won’t take you somewhere weird!”

You rolled your eyes, “You said that 11 dates ago.”

Nat waved her hands, gesturing us to stop talking, “You’ve had 12 or 13 blind dates and all of them took you to weird places?”

You nodded. Not all of it was bad though, maybe six or seven of them were gentlemen. The rest of them were fun in a childish way. But the places, oh man, you’ve been to places you never thought you’d end up in on a first date.

“Sam, where do you even meet these people?” Scott laughed, massaging his temples.

You saw a confused Vision turn to Wanda, “Sam has friends?”

Sam stood up, “I swear, this is the– Sam has frie- yes I have friends!”

“Look, Sam, I appreciate your effort to find me love but, I’m sorry, I don’t want you to be my wingman anymore,” you smiled sadly, grabbing his hand.

“But that’s my thing!” Sam frowned, stomping his feet. You rolled your eyes, very mature.

Tony smirked, “So the spot’s open?”

Bucky raised his hand excitedly, “I’ll set you up with someone!”

“No offense but, do you know anyone else besides us, Barnes?” Natasha scrunched her eyebrows at the smiling soldier.

He nodded slowly, “Yes, I do… I-I uh go running outside sometimes, you know?”

“Wait. I didn’t mean immediately!” You yelled causing them to laugh. They didn’t know you weren’t joking. Sam gave you a date every week. Every. Single. Week. That was after the third date. The first three dates he gave you? You called them the Thursday, Friday, Saturday incident. Yep, three dates for three consecutive days.

Bucky nodded, reading your face, “No rush, Y/N. I’m just saying, I have someone who you might be interested in.”

Steve laughed, “Do you even know this guy, Buck?”

You noticed Bucky’s scrunched eyebrows and pouted lips turn to narrowed eyes and tight lips as if he was debating himself about something, “Uhhh… Pretty well actually.”

Wanda suddenly gasped and giggled causing everyone to look at her weirdly. “You okay, Wands?” you raised an eyebrow. She nodded, placing her chin in the palm of her hands, “Mhm! Continue!”

Hope cleared her throat, “This guy is not just someone you passed by or something?”

“You should be asking Sam that,” Bucky defended, making Sam roll his eyes.

Bucky looked back at you with his gorgeous blue eyes and that freaking smile that you love so much, “Y/N give me a chance on matchmakin’?”

You hesitated, “I don’t know. You and Sam might be talking about the same guy”

Sam grunted, standing up, and went over to Bucky who whispered in his ear. Sam’s eyes widened, his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape, turning to a big smile. “Very very different people, Y/N,” Sam’s smile got bigger and bigger as he went back to sit beside you.

You narrowed your eyes at the guys, “You sure?”

Here’s the thing, you don’t really trust those two idiots. They are not exactly friends, they’re more of frienemies. You three team up with one of you to make fun of the other or just prank the other.

They both nodded, “Absolutely.”

You gave in and sighed, “Okay. Just give me a week without a date please.”

“Sure,” Bucky smiled.

Nat cleared his throat, “So Y/N, tell us about every single guy Sam set you up with,” she wiggled her eyebrows, smirking.

You sighed, rolling your eyes. Yeah, this is gonna be a long night.

After the talk about your dating life, the team decided to play some games. These things usually get out of hand as everyone’s competitive, including yourself so you decided to just watch them.

You stood up from your seat to make yourself a popcorn while everyone else grabbed their own snacks. Bucky grabbed a drink from the fridge and stood next to you, watching the popcorn.

“Barnes, tell me all about the guy you’re setting me up with,” you turned to look at him.

He exhaled, “I…hope you’ll like him.”

“That’s it?” You tilted your head, “Come on, tell me more! What’s he like? Where’s he taking me?”

He chuckled, “That’s what the date is for, doll.”

You sighed, “Right, of course.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you while the rest of the team argued about what game they should play next.

“Is it… Sam?” you asked, breaking the silence.

He laughed, “It’s not, unfortunately. Unless you want me to set you up with him?” he smirked.

You shook your head, “Oh no thanks, he’s like a brother to me, you know that.”

Bucky smirked, leaning closer, “What about me, doll? What am I to you?”

The popping sounds saved you from the question, “I better…uh…the popcorn…I–” you said, doing all kinds of hand gestures. He chuckled and went back to the common room.

Damn, you can’t wait for your date with Bucky– your date with the guy Bucky set you up with. Damn it!

“Okay, these jeans or these leggings?” Wanda held up your choices.

You looked at Wanda confused. “If you have to run from your date or something. We both know you don’t like running in a dress.”

“Oh, smart,” you nodded as you chose the jeans.

Wanda was helping you out for your date tonight. She seems excited about it, you thought. You, on the other hand, are not excited at all. Wanda knows that you were debating on whether you should go or not.

This past week was… something. Bucky kept flirting with you. Sometimes you laugh at it or roll your eyes, but most times you found yourself flirting back. Steve always said how Bucky was a ladies man back in the day and now, you could see why. He’s so confident now and he is naturally charming. The weirdest part about this is that after he flirts with you, he brings up the date. And he’s excited about it! It just does not make sense to you at all.

Wanda was brushing your hair when she noticed your ‘thinking face’, “You’re gonna enjoy this I swear, Y/N,” she smiled at you through the mirror.

You nodded, “Yeah...yeah! I’ve just been thinking about...Bucky. He happily volunteered to set me up with someone then he suddenly becomes flirty every single day before the date… I just--I don’t understand,” sighing, you stood up and looked at yourself at a bigger mirror.

“No one really understands Bucky that much except for Steve,” Wanda laughed. She turned you around and checked whatever else you may need. “You’re good to go, honey!”

“Where’s Bucky?” You asked. Wanda smiled, “He’s out, Sam’s taking you to the...place you’re supposed to meet.”

Sam was awfully quiet driving his car. Something is definitely up. It’s been 15 minutes without him talking. He just hums whenever you talk.

“Alright, we’re here. Enjoy!” Sam said after he opened the car door for you. It was your favorite fast food place. Bucky must’ve told the guy that you love the food here.

You checked your messages for the 5th time tonight, ‘he’ll approach you when you enter :)’ Bucky wrote. You exhaled deeply, entering the restaurant.

“Hi, you look beautiful,” a voice from your left spoke up.

You looked over to see, “Bucky? What are you doing here?”

“I’m James, your date for tonight,” he smiled cheekily.

“Are you kidding me?” You raised an eyebrow, keeping yourself from smirking.

He shook his head, giving you the small bouquet of flowers he was holding. Taking your hand, he brought you to the table where you usually sat whenever you’re here with him. You were trying so hard to hide your smile but when you look at the man in front of you who was still smiling cheekily, you gave up and laughed.

“You know, Bucky told me you were cute and boy was he wrong. You’re beautiful, doll,” he said holding your hand that was on the table.

“Oh yeah? Did he also say that he flirted with me for the whole week after telling me that he’s setting me up on a date with you?” You smirked.

Buck-- James shrugged, “I mean, can you blame him? With you looking beautiful all the damn time, I can’t see why anyone wouldn’t make a move on you.”

You laughed, “Okay, okay. I still don’t understand any of this though.”

His flesh hand found its way on your cheek, making you look at his hypnotizing eyes. “I like you. A lot. You’ve always been so fun to be with, doll. You’re witty and sarcastic most of the time but you can be understanding and sweet when you need to be. You’re fierce and powerful. I just can’t get you out of your head ever since we went on that mission with Sam” he chuckled at the memory, “Remember? You took down the HYDRA agents while wearing that awfully large gown. Later on, we heard you singing a Backsync--?”

“Backstreet Boys”

“Backstreet Boys song, while there were screaming and gunshots in the background. You’re really strong and courageous, Y/N. I absolutely adore you.”

“I didn’t take you to be a sappy little shit, James” you smiled teasingly, “Buttttttt, I absolutely adore you too.”

He laughed, "Good to know, doll. But uhh, spoiler alert, you'll end up in a weird place after this date too."

You smirked, "And where's that?"

"In my arms," his cheeky smile found its way back to his lips, "Cause one's metal, the other's flesh. It's weird. Get it?"

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“Oooo look at that one! And ahahah that one!” she sang, as we sat next to one another on the empty beach, “They look the same! You’re really just as good as any of the photographers I used to work with!”

“Oh, I don’t know…” I replied, trying to keep the silly delight I was feeling, being lauded by Melissa, out of my voice, “i-it’s probably just these better cameras, on these phones, these days…”

“No, no, you’re really good!!” she flattered, scooching herself closer to me. We had been sitting like this, next to one another on her towel in the sand, all alone, for a while now. We were going through the pictures of the day, the little “modeling shoot” she’d asked me to do for her, this afternoon after our morning classes at the conference. She was flipping through them on my phone - which she insisted we use - in trying to duplicate some of the shots she’d done at a photoshoot on this same exact beach, this little nature reserve, six or so years ago. Or was it two, or three? I had trouble pinning her down, on that one. Anyway, she wanted to put the pictures up on Instagram, she said, for a joke. Melissa had tossed the gauzy tapestry of her sarong over our heads, to keep us shielded from the late afternoon sun and able to more easily see the pictures on my phone's meager screen. The moment, thus, was intimate, the space between us tight...

“C’mon…” I deferred. It was disconcerting, how excited I was by her plaudits, how eager I was for her praise, even if it was just for my photography skills. We had been so friendly, here, all alone on our basically private beach over these past few hours. With no one else around, I had no airs to keep up, no appearances to maintain, and my guard had come down without a fight. I had allowed myself to both relax and give in too easily and too fully to the temptations of her flirty friendship. “I’m no photographer, really…you’re obviously just a really good model...”

“Ahhh, I was never really a ‘model’,” she deferred, “just a girl with the boobs some energy drink company wanted in their ads. But thank you...” She giggled, and nudged me with her bare shoulder. “...and you should learn how to take a compliment,” she told me. 

My heart fluttered.

I also can’t begin to tell you how fucking turned on I was. I’d just spent the better part of the afternoon following her around as she posed here, posed there, once in a while disappearing behind boulders or bushes to change in and out of multiple swimsuits for this, our ersatz modeling session, trying to duplicate the last time she was here. “Before” pictures stored on her phone, “After” now on mine…

I must have looked like an overeager simp, a wide-eyed supplicant, when she - with demure giggles - had initially peeled off her beach dress to reveal her first bikini, a little, overmatched yellow thing, and asked me to start snapping. 

She had framed it as a chance to see if she still “had it”, now that she wasn’t nineteen years old. Oh, she had it, I’d quickly and convincingly been shown, and in spades. In fact, the afternoon quickly became a study in how much bigger her tits had grown over the last few years, how much more Melissa there was everywhere, what kind of womanly body she was - if she's to be believed, god help me - still growing into. Our first looks, comparisons of the previous shots to today’s, were ample demonstration of that - it actually made her laugh: “Omigod I look huge in that one!!” or “I’m like twice the size I was then!!”  To her it was a joke but in all honesty it actually was quite dramatic, sitting here with her now, looking at these pictures.

It was also quite dramatic how soft her skin felt. 

She was leaned into me, under the canopy of her sarong, the skin and supple flesh of her bare left arm, shoulder, hip, thigh pressed abundantly against my sallow side. The day had cooled as evening approached, and her warmth was pleasant, the scent of her beach-sweetened body saturating our little space with its luxurious richness. My view - even notwithstanding the bikini pics - was equally enthralling. She had changed, after our shoot was done, back into her burgundy suit, because I had told her - when asked, pressed on the matter - that it was “my favorite”. So now our private world under the shade and shelter of her skirt was filled with her lap, her hair, her big, soft breasts in her string bikini. Sunlight dappled in, shadows emphasizing everything. 

I was so fucking hard. 

“I, uh, did take photography in college…” I conceded, bathing still in her praises and painfully aware of my erection, which was nearly a third person in our little makeshift tent. 

“Seeee??” she squealed, bumping me with her shapely hip, “I knew it! You were so good, too, making me feel comfortable, like a real professional.” She flipped to another photo, nonchalantly zoomed in on a little detail...

“How do I always seem to manage to get sand on my boob..?” she asked, more to herself in an aside. If she heard me chuckle I’m lucky; I was worried it sounded like a whine.

“It is a little weird traipsing around in front of your boss in a bikini,” she said, now casually flipping to the next picture, “but you were such a gentleman.”

Ha - ‘gentleman’. If only she knew the battle I’d been fighting all afternoon, trying to keep my composure, trying to look at ease as she giggled and bounced and posed, rolling in the sand, playing in the surf, smiling - or seething - for the camera.

 I saw sides of Melissa I’d only seen in the countless images of her I’d surreptitiously collected on my pc at work, from her Instagram, ones I’d scoured from the net.  But here, in person, in the flesh, she looked bigger and more voluptuous than ever, and it had been all I could do to keep from outright groaning at times, when she would emerge from behind a bush, or a boulder on the beach, in a new bikini or one-piece. I might be kidding myself but I hope I made it look like I was keeping my cool and snapped pic after glorious pic. I was doing the best I could but in the end I knew I was not made for this; my heart is too weak and I was honestly afraid I might pass out.

And these photos are all on my phone, I thought to myself, in a lurid anticipation.

“Well, you really look beautiful, in all of them,” I said, nodding but immediately knowing I’d said someth-

“Oh my god thank you!!” Melissa gushed, turning my way in our little shelter and dropping the phone, forgotten, onto our towel. “You are so nice, so great..!”

My heart nearly stopped as I looked at her, our faces inches away. Eyes made up, makeup heavy and dramatic for the camera. Her hair a huge soft mess of deep brown abundance, her dimpled smile and perfect cheekbones riveting and...

Fuck. She is so fucking gorgeous. 

“Uh…” 

She inched in closer.

Omigod is she going to..?

“I could just kiss you right now!” she laughed, her smile growing wide and her eyes dancing, playing over my face and then flashing as she read my reaction, the moment between us suddenly wired, charged. 

I can’t let this explode, I can’t I can’t I c-

“I-it’s true…” I mumbled, dropping my gaze away from hers back to the phone, laying beneath her thighs. I knew I should stop, stop. “I m-mean...the pictures came out g-great…”

Looking down, my eyes could not help but be drawn to her great breast, tanned and huge and swollen in her taut burgundy bikini, stray grains of sand the only imperfection on the smooth expanse of its skin. She was for the moment quiet, and breathing. Oh god I just stared. 

“D-Doctor J..?” she finally began, her voice dropping, cracking, sounding - for the first time - like she was unsure of something, “Do you like spending time with me?”

Oh jesus.

“Y-y-yes, of course,” I replied, unsure of what to do. 

“Okay...okay,” she continued, her voice still shaky. She was obviously trying to gather herself. “I was worried that I was maybe being too...pushy, that maybe you didn’t really want…”

Her words trailed off, and I could feel her looking at me, watching my face. I hoped to god she couldn’t tell that I was just staring at the swell of her big left breast, that rather she took the downturn of my gaze as just an inability to hold hers. 

“N-no, really, it’s...fun. Y-you’re fun,” I said, dumbly, too meek of course to tell her that every moment with her had been like a fantasy come true, that I would kill to spend every last second of mine just staring at her, ogling her, my only air the tanning oil and perfume from her skin of this moment right now. 

I had to hold my tongue, before saying anything else stupid. 

“We do have fun together, don’t we?” she continued, her voice dropping, familiar, “it’s been great, down here, watching you relax.” The slow, rhythmic burgeoning of her chest, how each of her strong breaths inflated her breasts into the tautness of her swimsuit, soft flesh bulging against its confines, had me hypnotized. “I like seeing you loosen up, enjoy yourself. I like seeing you have fun. I like helping you do that. In fact...I guess I should tell you. I have a little surprise for you…” she said. 

“A...a surprise?” I asked, witless at this point, eased into a tranquility of sorts by the closeness of her body, by her calm, even voice.

“MmHmm...a surprise,” she answered, gentle giggles sending jiggles through her boobs, “you lucky boy, you get another two days down here. You needed a break, you needed to relax, so I had Randi change flights for us, get another couple days away, another two days of vacation…”

“T-t-two days?” I asked, suddenly confused. I was going to...what? Be away another two days from the office? But the conference would be over, everyone else long gone. Except...wait. “Y-you too?” I asked, eyes up to meet hers for the moment, “You’re staying too?”

“Of course…” she purred, watching my eyes drop again, seeing my anxiety quickly assuaged, “If that’s alright? We can stay longer, just you and me. So we can relax, maybe talk about some of the stuff I learned, changes we can make in the office. Is that okay?”

“Uhhh…” I began, as the complications started to rise in my head. There were patients to be seen, things to do, and then there was- 

“I already okayed it with Sheryl,” she answered, as if reading my thoughts, “And we moved your patients. We took care of everything. It’ll all be fine, it’ll be so nice…”

“Y-yeah…” I replied, apparently agreeing to all this. Two more days? Just with Melissa? With Melissa, the beach, and her...her...

”Good..!” she chirped, jiggles again through her chest, “because I wayyyy overpacked. I have so many outfits I haven’t been able to wear yet...” Casually, she brushed a few grains of sand off her left breast, sending more seismic ripples through her tit. “And now I get to wear them just... for... you!”

She booped me on the nose.

She booped me on the nose?

<giggle!>

I looked back up at her for a second, then down again, my eyes once more drawn helplessly back, surreptitiously askance, by the gravity of her breast. My view settled; I’d never seen those little freckles before, emerging from her tan.

“Do you want to look at any more pictures?” she asked, softly, obligingly. My phone, with our photoshoot, laid forgotten under her.

“n-n-no...thank you...” I squeaked, eyes now absolutely plastered on her breasts. Somehow I still held onto the hope that she didn’t realize I was all but outright gawping at her tits. Her cleavage was incredible, her big breasts squashed just enough between her arms to make them swell voluptuously together. I imagined, right then and there, what it must be like to slip in between them, slide into there, disappear, live in there, lost in her abundance...

”So we’ll leave late on Sunday morning, instead of early Friday,” she began again, satisfied, “Randi moved our flight to Sunday morning at 11:15. We’ll get a taxi from the lobby at nine, so you’ll need to be packed by…”

She paused.

“Dr J?” she asked, “Were you listening to me?”

”w-w-what?” I stammered, as my gaze shot back up.

”I said...were you listening to me?” Her eyes bore into mine, sternly.

”y-yeah...I was listening?” I felt like a schoolchild, caught daydreaming in class by his teacher. His huge, supermodel teacher with the ginormous tits.

“Really? You were listening?” Melissa retorted, the smile cracking her cheeks disbelieving me already, “Or were you just lost in my boobs?” 

Suddenly, she tossed her sarong, our shelter from the sun aside. My eyes were assaulted by the late afternoon sun; I squinted, shied back. Aside me, she sat up straighter. 

!!!

I was gaping, speechless as Melissa looked down at me, brow arched in already-final judgement. “Hmmm?” she hmmmd, “Were you? Anything to say?”

My mouth was open, my jaw slack, but I had no words. 

Firmly, she trapped my chin in her hand and - looking me straight in the eye, began to nod my head for me. “ ‘Yes...yes I was Melissa…’” she said, dropping her voice two octaves and moving my jaw like a marionette dummy, speaking for me, imitating me with the voice of a doofus, “‘I was looking at your boobs…’ ”

“N-No! Really I w-w-wasn’t…!” I pleaded, as she already began to laugh, releasing my chin. I was flushing hard, my heart and stomach having dropped themselves onto the sand, out of my body. “Please, Melissa, I was just-“

“Haha omigod  don’t be embarrassed! I’m joking!” she laughed, reaching her hands behind her to gather her hair - and of course casually present her magnificent chest, “I know they’re totally a distraction. Kinda hard to ignore.” My eyes flitted between her face - keeping eye contact - and her chest - trying not to ogle. What did she want me to do?!? “And you’ve been such a gentleman, doing your best not to, like, stare all afternoon.”

Oh, if she only knew...

“uh no, I uh…” Holy shit this was terribly humiliating.

”Shh it’s okay, you’ve been a good boy, you’ve earned it, taking all these pictures for me...,” she laughed, tossing her hair out again, in a voluminous wave behind her back, “stare all you want..!”

“oh my god…” I groaned, writhing in silent humiliation, overwhelmed by the indignity of the moment, and trying to look anywhere but at her chest.

To that, she just laughed. “Oh shush,” she insisted, “We both know you’re married, you and I both respect that.” She reached out to push a stray lock of hair, windswept, off my forehead. “But I know you’re just a man, and they’re boobs. It’s just a natural impulse.” She smiled at me, munificently. “So it’s okay, really…it happens all the time.”

“B-b-b-but, Melissa…” I began, stammering. I needed to...I dunno! Tell her I was...better than that! 

“Are you just not used to being with girls in bikinis, is that it?” she asked

“Uhhhh…” what?? “M-maybe…?” I answered, my voice trailing off. 

”Omigod look how embarrassed you are!” she cooed, “That's sooo cute!”

��No, r-really, M-Melissa, I, uhhhh…”

”Shhhhhh...it’s okay, really, I’m used to it” she said, her voice reaching out to soothe me, her eyes drawing me to her in their own embrace, “You don’t have to be a gentleman all the time…”

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I had a lot of help on this one, from readers here at tumblr to my normal supercharged band of miscreants (DB20, Beetle, Antares). And huge props out to the morphers whose original images I used - MagicGrowthHormone, Stella5945 and @iphotoshopu​..I hope I'm not missing anyone.

[5am-moonlight]

can i get some mcfreakin uhhhh voltron matt x reader fluffy times 👀

yo nonnie I’m sorry this took so fucking long

also the cat is based off a real stray cat that we kept for like two weeks on and off but it’s g he has a genuine home now also the allergy thing happened too 🤙

Uhh yes this is Christmas themed (I kno, it’s not Halloween yet, I hate myself too) but there’s no real mention of the holiday,,, warnings: uhhh idk mention of condoms but all still pg 12.

The minute you woke up on Christmas Eve, you started to really get excited. You’d known exactly what to get Matt, you saw how his eyes lingered on the new Killbot Phantasom: Battle for Earth. Apparently it was completely revamped, 4K HD Graphics, new mech characters. You liked games, not as much as him, you were more computer-y, but you played some PS4 games now and again when you had the time, and you had to agree it did look amazing. You had pre-ordered it months, even a year or so ago, and you were incredibly excited to see his face when you gave him his gift.

Meanwhile, Matt was absolutely shitting himself. He had wanted to get you the new Killbot Phantasom game, as it was something you guys could play together, but it had completely sold out. He could admit, his present choice was completely selfish but he would take any excuse to spend time with you now. Even as roommates, you guys saw very little of each other. You were working a part time undergrad degree in cyber security, and had a part time job, so if you weren’t asleep you were out of the house. Matt was a full time post grad student, and he sometimes even did bartending gigs to get some more funds in. You were both in school on scholarships, but money is something you could never have too much of in college. However recently, you’d managed to get the Christmas break off from your job because of the amount of overtime you’d done, and Matt had claimed he was ‘out of the state’ and ‘visiting family for Christmas’ so his boss would also let him have the few weeks too. He was adamant that you guys would be able to spend some time together, so he’d told you he’d had planned a Christmas dinner type thing and to buy some food (majoritly drink, he’d wrote it on the list three separate times,) and anything else that you guys might want, snacks and stuff. He knew you didn’t really like big events or anything and he promised it wasn’t actually anything like a genuine family Christmas dinner, neither of you actually celebrated Christmas, not enough money and not enough time, among other things, and you were incredibly excited. Hell, any reason to spend any time with Matt alone made you excited. He was your best friend first, and crush second but the more time went on the more you could tell this was starting to become something more than a crush. The way his laugh made your stomach get butterflies, or how he would stick his tongue out through his teeth when he was really concentrating, completely lost in his work. Or the days when he would come up behind you and pick you up in surprise. You knew he loved you, albeit only platonically, but you’d been in love with him for so long you’d happily take being his best friend over potentially loosing him. Didn’t really help he was really fucking pretty though.

Although if he was asked, he’d say the exact same thing about you.

When he woke up, he was incredibly nervous. He’d managed to scrap together some things he’d thought you’d like, but it wasn’t what he thought would be perfect. He knew you’d love anything you were given, but he wanted to feel like his gift was perfect. He’d also decided (see: be threatened by Pidge that if he didn’t she was gonna tell you herself) that he was gonna tell you how he felt, and he was terrified. Objectively, he knew he couldn’t keep his feelings for you under wraps for much longer. Every little thing you did was driving him insane. The way you’d look when you just woke up, sleepy and mumbling. The one time you accidentally poured orange juice into your cereal and turned around and buried your head in his shoulder, groaning. He’d spent the rest of the day blushing, so much so that Pidge actually thought he was ill. Or the way, sometimes, if he asked you about your day or your favourite hobby, your eyes would smile, and you’d get so excited. The main thing, that would always make him smile, no matter what, was the way you’d ask him to do something you knew he didn’t want. You would hug his arm, and beg “Please Matty?”. Your eyes would go big and you’d jump up and laugh and hug him if he’d agree. He always knew that you’d never do anything he actually didn’t want, and he trusted you with his life.

You’d come home once, drenched in rain, and in the middle of running to the bathroom, your jacket had meowed. Your eyes had gone really wide and then you’d slowly put your hand in your coat and brought out a tiny kitten, the size of your hands and placed him right in front of Matt’s face. “Please?”. You’d looked so mischievous and hopeful, he couldn’t say no. Also, the fact you’d hugged him for like ten minutes and kept on referring to him as “daddy” when talking to the kitten, which made his heart incredibly weak and made him feel incredibly soft. You’d called the kitten Monroe, and you were so soft for him. Until Matt discovered he was allergic to cats. You’d spent the night with him after you’d given Monroe to Pidge, just talking and watching movies. You’d seen how sad he was, which surprised himself, Monroe had been your baby, and made him a pillow fort in the sitting room, and gotten a ton of cat related movies on your Netflix. You’d fallen asleep on his shoulder and when he tried to move you to make you more comfortable, you’d mumbled and snuggled into him, clinging onto his chest. He remembered how his heart was going 50m/ph, and how peaceful you had looked. He hadn’t ever wanted a pet, but now he was happy you’d gotten one, no matter how it ended.

He started work on the “Christmas dinner” which was essentially his mother’s recipe for mac and cheese which included five different cheeses, some store bought potato salad, Doritos, dips, and a bags of jellies and sweets and chocolates. He managed to set everything up like a pic’n’mix stall, and got to work on the movie set up. His memory of you and him in the pillow fort remains one of his favourites, as the day he knew he had fallen in love with you. You texted Matt you were on your way home, after stopping from the shopping centre to pick up his gift, and some more sugary stuff, including a Lindt chocolate bunny that you would get each other every year, and a pack of condoms as a joke, since you’d seen him with a really smart, pretty new girl in his class. You knew she liked him, she’d come up to you at one point asking about Matt since she knew you two were roommates. He was always nervous around girls, with exception to you, which you put down to the fact you’d known him for most of your life, grown up together. You’d tried to set him up with some girls, and a few guys you knew, as a kind of way to force yourself to get over him. You’d been in love with him as long as you could remember, but realistically you knew it was never gonna happen. You didn’t like to think about too much because it made your heart hurt, like there was a hole in your chest, but you knew he was a genuine guy and whoever he would end up with was definitely lucky. Even if it wasn’t you.

You’d reached your front door at this point, and stood up straight, taking a deep breath.

“Hey! I’m hom-“ You were shocked. The hall had been decorated with fairy lights. You walked into the sitting room, speechless. You had obviously known that Matt was preparing something but not *this. He had taken his mattress, and yours you’d assumed, and put them where the couch had been. The couch had been pulled back and the cushioning taken down and put around the mattresses, for head rests and back rests, making a sort of crude looking chaise longue. There were pillows everywhere, and stacked piles of duvets and blankets. There was a small table on both sides of the fort, filled with what looked like movie bags of sweets, and wrapped presents,as well as a pic’n’mix table behind the couch. Matt hadn’t realised you were home, and he was still working in the kitchen.

“Matt”. You breathed out. “This is..insane. It must have taken you forever!”

He jumped a little bit at your voice, not expecting you some until another half an hour.

“Oh! Yeah hey y/n, I...uh, was-wasn’t expecting you until another while. D-do you like it? Everything?”

You placed your bag-for-life on the counter top and ran over to him, tackling him in a hug.

“Mattie, it looks amazing. What possessed you to work so hard on this?”

He blushed, a red flush working all the way up to the tips of his ears, and looked down to the floor.

You ducked under him, as he was much taller than you, and put your finger under his chin as to make him look at you.

“Hey, what’s up? Talk to m- hmmph”

He had slipped his strong arms around your middle and kissed you. You melted into the kiss, balancing yourself by putting your arms around his shoulders. He hoisted you up, so you would wrap your legs around him, as he held you impossibly close. You broke away with a gasp, after what seemed like hours. You’d only done it once but you knew you could loose yourself in kissing Matt.

“How long?” He seemed breathless, still holding on to your waist.

“Remember that time you defeated the final boss in Killbot Phantasom, and you picked me up and spun me around? Then”

He laughed at that, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Then? I was 10 years old, you’d gotten the game for your 7th birthday. That long?”

You ruffled his hair, and moved to hold his hand.

“C’mon. I’ve something to show you”

You brought him out to the sitting room, still holding his hand, then pushed him onto the mattresses. He made an indignant yelp, which made you laugh, and then you yelled as he pulled you down with him. You landed on him with an oof, laughing as he started messing with you, kissing your face and neck. You eventually came out on top, resting your hands on his sides. You reached over to his table, picking up your present for him, wrapped so carefully.

“Here. Open it.”

You placed it on his chest, still partially sitting in his lap while he sat up a little straighter. He looked incredibly excited, pausing for a second before mauling the gift open. He stopped when he recognised the cover, not even fully opening your gift before he carefully placed it beside him, and tackled you guys over, so he was out on top.

“You didn’t”

“I did”

“New plan for the Christmas break, we aren’t leaving the apartment until that’s finished. You started this, now you’re stuck with me”

You smiled, and pulled him down for another breathtaking kiss.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[i-writeandread-blog]

A Portrait of a Tortured You and I - Chapter 3

I had the bungalow to myself, but that's only because the VIP didn't sell out, otherwise, I'd have had a roommate.  I took advantage of the private bathroom and cleaned up properly.  I was distressed by my upgrade.  Not because I wasn't happy to experience it, but because I didn't need it nor want it.  Sure, I loved the band and I was a bit of a Jared girl.  But after fawning over him for the first five or so years, I became more realistic and began just to solely appreciate what Mars was all about; community, art, music, friendship, fun, connection.  The eye candy aspect was there always, but wasn't anything more than just a nice thing to look at.  I had been blessed through the years to have done numerous meet & greets, and was even around during the Artifact days getting the opportunity to go to the screening.  Heck, I was even at the Hive the night of the bomb threat.  This was probably why I was always broke. I spent all my money on Mars.

So these things afforded me opportunities to meet the band numerous times.  I just couldn't justify spending over $10,000 dollars to have even more access to Jared.  I could spend that money on four camp mars trips, rather than just one.  Not that I had access to that amount of cash in one sitting ever.  But, the point was someone spent it on me... and I didn't deserve it.  It should have been someone who never had the opportunities that I have had.

I got dressed and made my way out the door just in time for the vip welcome wagon to come around so they could let us know what was in store for us.  There was a total of 17 of us.  I was surprised that many people had shelled out the money to do this.  I knew only three of them. I wasn't surprised by them, they always did the most expensive packages.  I had no idea what they did for a living, but I wondered what it was.

We were escorted down to the stage area, where they had roped off a small area right at the stage for us. Since everything was outdoors and in an open area, anyone on the island already would be able to see the soundcheck, but they had sectioned off a perimeter of about 60 feet around the stage so no one could get too close to the action. It all seemed so strange to me. Paying so much when at 61 feet away you can see the exact same thing, but to each their own. I guess.

I shouldn’t have been letting it nag at me the fact that someone did this, but I should explain why it bothered me in more depth. I had been an Echelon almost since the inception of the band. I went to events, met so many interesting people, became friends with some. The usual stuff, I did some light street teaming, but I was always sort of in the shadows. I have a very outgoing personality, but for some reason I stayed pretty much to myself. I knew the familiar faces. Waved and nodded. Spoke to a few here and there. But Mars was very personal to me. I was drawn to them for reasons I couldn’t begin to explain to an outsider. For me, when Jared says, “it’s only for those who understand,” I have to say that is a million percent true. I’m sure every Echelon feels the same way and we all have our private reasons (or public) for why we needed them in our lives. But because I stayed to myself, I always felt like I knew everyone, but no one knew me. Even on social media... I knew of people, but I didn’t engage with them. For every outspoken “fan” like Natalie, there were probably 5 of me. It didn’t make sense. I wasn’t a part of that outspoken and well known clique.

Then another thing was the idea that I was being pitied. I knew I was a victim. I was a weak person. I didn’t want others to know it. No matter how strong I tried to be, I just wasn’t. I was disappointed that I would have to pass on Croatia, but I was certainly not wanting any charity. Yet, I received it anyway. From a total stranger, who I assume knows nothing about me.

The last reason, and Shayla picked up on it right away was the tiny bit of fear that I was being lured here, only to be hurt... whether it be emotionally or physically. I never didn’t feel safe around Mars, but I think it was a combination of the attack on me and then the way Natalie had treated me online -when I told everyone what happened- that made me no longer feel at “home.”

And yet here I am, feeling like I have to enjoy the package for all it is and get this persons money’s worth and that felt crippling. I felt like I was being forced to vacation, if that even makes sense. And don’t get me wrong, I do want to have fun, let my hair down and let loose. It was my favorite band. The only band I truly ever listened to and was so loyal to. I loved them. Everything about them. Nothing about Mars had changed. It was me. I was different. I didn’t know how to reconcile with that. I wanted my old self back and I didn’t think it would ever be possible. I was angry.

What those boys took from me (and unjustly so, as I hadn’t been the one to refuse them service) was my identity. The only thing in this world that belonged to no one else. I was mad at them. I was mad at myself, for letting them win. If they saw me on the street they probably wouldn’t even know who I am. Would I recognize them?

I was snatched out of my daydream to the sounds of cheers. I looked up and both Shannon and Jared had walked onto the stage. Shannon waved at us with a drumstick in his hand and sat down at his set. Jared walked over to us. I was on the end furthest from him. He leaned down to shake everyone’s hand, having mini conversations as he went down the line. When he reached me, he took my hand in his and said, “long time no see kitty cat.” I responded with, “who’s fault is that?” Then he jumped down and hugged me. The embrace caused a gasp from a few around he and I.

I was used to Jared doing things like that. Like I said before, I’ve been around awhile. But never has he ever been so affectionate. Not to me at least. I was honestly surprised he even remembered my name. Of course, he was the one who came up with kitty cat. It happened a few years back. I was at a meet and greet. I think it was a show in Atlanta, and when I walked up, instead of the usual procedure where you say a quick hello and take an equally quick picture, then walk away... he said to me: “I think it’s high time we were properly introduced. In all these years, I’ve never caught your name. I wonder why that is. Anyway, I’m Jared.” He extended his hand to me. I shook it, swooning the whole time and responded with, “uhhh cat umm Catherine.” He laughed at my stutter and said, “cat, like kitty cat? Cute. I’ll see ya around.” Then I walked off. I “met” him at a few meet and greets after that, but he hasn’t referred to my name or nickname since. Until today.

He was always so charming on stage whether it was an actual show or a soundcheck and today was no different. He sang little bits from various songs, only singing full versions of a couple. In between each one he’d make a joke or two. He danced around, shook his butt, grabbed one of the girls and brought her up to sing a few lines of hurricane. He joked about how we could do the concert better than him. And then it was over. We were told that dinner would be served in about an hour and sent on our merry way.

At the last camps we served ourselves in a buffet line. I believed that was what we would be doing here as well. Usually everyone comes, grabs their food, tries to find a spot to eat, does that quickly and moves on. It’s not something to write home about. I think majority of us don’t even look forward to the food (it is delicious) because our minds are on having fun. So breakfast, lunch, and dinner are more about sustenance rather than a milestone event. I had a mini bar style fridge in my bungalow already stocked with snacks and was just going to grab something out of there. I didn’t want to be social just yet, and I was sort of still jet lagged from flying in a few days ago.

I laid down on a much softer bed than I had expected and brought up the notepad on my iPad. I felt like writing. I wasn’t sure about what just yet, but I felt like I could breakthrough my writers block and start something. After about 45 minutes and two chapters, I heard people milling around outside. I grabbed some chips out of the fridge and a can of coke. I didn’t want to stop since I was actually on a roll, but I didn’t want to not eat something as it had been hours since my early breakfast this morning.

I was mid way through a paragraph and had a chip dangling in between my lips when I looked up and saw someone standing there. I jumped. The bag and it’s contents flying everywhere. The look of pure terror written all over my body.

“I’m so sorry, Miss. I knocked several times.”

“It’s okay, I think. Umm can I help you?” I was ready to scream if need be.

“Your presence is required at dinner. And don’t worry about cleaning that up. Your butler will do that.”

“Butler?” I said quizzically.

“Yes, Miss. Each bungalow has a private butler. They’ll restock the refrigerator if needed and clean up. They’ll be bringing you fresh towels daily, and should you need anything they can help out. I’ll walk you to dinner.” I shook my head. “That’s okay, I think I know where to go.”

“No, it’s in a secluded area. Come, follow me.” She started walking fast and I struggled to keep up. She apologized and flagged down a golf cart. We hopped on and were whisked away and past the main pavilion where the diners were eating. It looked like the last ferry had arrived, but I wasn’t sure. We arrived at an area that looked very much off limits for the regular guests and she pointed to three tables down by the water. At each table were the other vip guests. “Here ya go, and please check your itinerary next time. Everyone is waiting for you.”

I walked down and heard light huffs and puffs as I got closer. Someone said, “you’re late and we are starving.” Jared stood up and said, “that’s not necessary. She’s here now and the food is still warm and tasty.” I looked around for a place to sit. The tables were arranged so that the table Jared was at was facing all of us. I noticed that each table setting had a name plate. I couldn’t see mine.

Jared laughed and pointed to a chair next to his. I shook my head no. He walked over and ushered me to it anyway. Whispering in my ear, “this is your seat.” Motioning to my name. I was sitting in between him and Emma. Shayla was on his other side.

“I don’t understand. The rest of the group is at the other tables. I’m not crew.” Jared waved his hands to stop me. “I didn’t make up the seating chart, that’s Emma’s purview. But I know enough to just follow what she says. A mad Emma is a force to be reckoned with.” He laughed. I looked out and everyone was glaring at me. “I really should go sit at one of the other tables. But before I do, I have to know... Jared did you arrange my trip here?”

He looked at me very puzzled and said, “what are you talking about?” Shayla looked at me dead in the eyes and shook her head no.

@msroxyblog

[seokjingiggles]

Caramel Macchiato

genre: fluff

member: taehyung

words: 1924

One sinful tennis all-star and an adorable puppy to-go please.

It was your final year in high school. Just a few more months of being stuck in this shithole school in this shithole town and then you would be free. You didn’t necessarily know what you would pursue after high school, nor did you really care. You just wanted to get away from the same old cliques, the same old “can you believe she slept with that guy?!,” the same old horny as hell teenage boys that just wanted to get in any girl’s pants…just thinking about the cliche toxins of high school made you recoil as you sat on the cold bleachers facing the tennis courts.

You shivered in the crisp autumn evening. The digital clock on your phone read 5:15 pm. You closed your eyes momentarily and imagined taking a hot bath and curling up under several blankets in your bed with a good book. Your dream could only be fulfilled after dropping off your best friend, the girls’ all-star tennis champion, Julie, at her home. Although waiting for Julie and the rest of the girls’ team to finish practice for the past four years has snatched two hours away from you everyday, you enjoyed having those two hours to be alone with your thoughts and far away from reality.

The soft, repetitive pinging of tennis balls and the shuffling of feet provided serene background noise to accompany your thoughts. This evening, the topic of your imagination was the hot barista from the cafe near your school. The first time you saw him was a week ago while waiting in line to order. He seemed young enough to be in high school, but his appearance was a sinful gift from the devil. You giggled at the thought of his goofy smile and how his eyes crinkled when he gave people their drinks. His somewhat messy brown hair curled ever so slightly under his cap. Under the innocent uniform of a baseball cap and a green apron lay muscular thighs and arms that stretched the tight, black clothing he wore. His jeans had rips in the knees and a little scab peeked out from one of the holes. Every movement of his arms revealed his toned biceps. Within what felt like three seconds, you found yourself at the front of the line, cheeks flushed and eyes wide as the hot mystery barista across the counter smiled kindly and awaited your order.

“Miss? Are you ready to order?” His dark eyes drifted to the growing line behind you.

“Huh? Oh yeah sorry, can I get a…” In your flustered state, you completely forgot what you were planning to order. While you frantically searched the menu for a drink, you could feel his burning stare on you. All you wanted to do was get your drink and scurry the hell out of there.

“Do you have caramel macchiatos here?” you blurted.

The barista hesitated for a moment, chuckled, and said, “No, unfortunately. We only sell black coffee here.”

“O-oh, okay then…I’ll have a tall black coffee I guess.” You hated black coffee.

“I’m just kidding silly! What kind of cafe only sells black coffee? They wouldn’t make a profit!”

As if your cheeks couldn’t get any redder, your entire face became a huge tomato. How could sharing the same presence as this boy make you act so clueless? He was right, who the fuck buys black coffee? The boy giggled at your embarrassed state and grabbed a plastic cup.

“So one tall caramel macchiato. Name, please?” Cup and marker in hand, he glanced at you through his bangs.

“Y/N.” The only thing you’ve managed to say without sounding like a total idiot was your name.

“Y/N,” he repeated as he scribbled your name on the cup.

You reached into your bag for your wallet. By the time you pulled out your card to pay, he had already whisked away to the brewing station.

“Don’t worry,” he called out to you, “it’s on the house.”

Before you could playback any further into the memory of the “Barista Boy Encounter,” you were being pulled off of the bleachers by Julie.

“Y/N, stop daydreaming and unlock the car, it’s freezing balls out here,” Julie whined.

The two of you grabbed your belongings and headed for your car. Julie blasted the heat as you turned on the engine.

It was the boys’ tennis team’s turn to practice now. A few of the boys walked in front of your car on their way to the courts. You knew all of them; the tall one with huge shoulders was their number one player, the annoying but insanely hot fuckboy was known for lying about scores, and the short one hosted the craziest parties on Fridays. This time, however, there was another boy walking with them. He was tall and had long legs and huge hands. The tennis bag slung over his shoulder seemed minuscule in comparison to his tall figure. Someone must’ve made a joke because his mouth widened into a boxy grin and he clapped his hands together.

Julie reached over to the driver’s side and honked your horn impatiently.

“Hurry up, dumbasses!” Julie huffed.

Three out of the four boys ran towards the courts while the unfamiliar one lingered behind and glanced in your direction. Through your dimmed windshield, you got a better look at the boy. His face flashed with confusion as a wave of recognition drowned you.

The hot barista from the other day was also the hot tennis player standing in front of you. With a smirk, he waved at you and ran to catch up with the other boys. You sat in silence for a moment as you recollected your thoughts.

“Do you know that guy? He’s kinda cute! Is he new?” Julie asked, also feeling pretty overwhelmed.

“Remember that barista guy?” You stammered.

“No fucking way! Y/N, he was flirting with you and now’s your chance to have the high school romance of your dreams! Jimin always invites everyone from the tennis teams so if you come with me to his party Friday night I can set you up! What’s his name? Ooh, please let it be something sexy, I swear to god if he’s an Arnold like the last one I’ll scream!” Julie exclaimed.

You pressed on the gas and tried to remember what his name tag said.

“Definitely not Arnold. It was something long and I think it started with a T.”

Julie groaned. “You don’t even know his name? No wonder you’ve only had one boyfriend in your entire life. You have no idea how to flirt.”

The next morning you paid extra attention to your outfit. Now that you knew Hot Barista Dude went to your school and that you had someone to impress, you actually cared about your appearance for once. Senioritis would not be the death of you today. You took a picture of your loose t-shirt, skinny jeans, and oversized jacket and sent it to Julie for confirmation. If you really wanted to get close to this boy, Julie would have to help you. Afterall, she was the girl every boy in the school swooned over. She knew perhaps a little too much about relationships.

You arrived to class with a cup of coffee in one hand and a physics textbook in the other. Once you got to your desk, you opened your textbook to study. Little did you know, someone had plopped into the seat next to yours and was reaching for your coffee cup.

“Starbucks? Really? You didn’t like my caramel macchiato?”

You were pulled from your trance by a large hand snatching your cup and taking a sip from it. His lips wrapped around your straw in the exact place where your red lipstick stained the green plastic tube. Your eyes slowly trailed up his face until you were greeted by two puppy dog eyes.

Goddamnit. It was him.

He swished the coffee in his mouth and returned your cup. “Caramel macchiato with extra caramel and almond milk. Interesting choice.”

“You got all that from one sip? I didn’t know baristas had superpowers.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t know I would get to see the pretty girl from the coffee shop either.” You could feel your cheeks turning red.

Before you could reply, your physics teacher began passing out a physics exam.

You overheard him talking to the barista boy.

“Are you the new student I keep hearing about? I heard you transferred because our school begged to have the number one tennis player in the area on our team. I’m guessing that’s you?”

“Uhhh yeah, guess that’s me. I’m Taehyung.”

“Welcome then! Since it’s your first day, I’ll let this exam slide but make sure to read chapter 14 before next class! Y/N will show you around until you get the hang of things, isn’t that right, Y/N?”

Your calculation of the velocity of a basketball was interrupted by the sound of your name. Taehyung smirked at you and you nodded your head a little too vigorously.

“Sure, I guess I wouldn’t mind giving you a tour of our fascinating school.” Taehyung caught your sarcasm and giggled.

“Okay, back to work!” Your teacher exclaimed and patted Taehyung’s shoulder.

All you could think about for the rest of class was how Taehyung called you pretty. It would be safe to say you failed that physics test.

Finally, the bell rang. Luckily, your next period was study hall so you could get to know this Taehyung guy. Taehyung checked his phone while you were packing your bags. His lockscreen was a picture of a fluffy puppy with its tongue sticking out.

“Oh my god, that puppy is so cute! Is it yours?” You exclaimed hands clasped over your mouth in adoration.

“Yeah! His name is Yeontan! I got him as a present for winning regionals a few months ago. He’s adorable, isn’t he?” Taehyung stood closer to you so you could get a better look at the picture on his phone. His shoulder brushed against yours and you devoured the smell of his crisp cologne. He opened up an album titled “YEONTANIE~~” and scrolled through a few photos. If he weren’t standing next to you, you would’ve been texting up a storm to Julie about how hard you were falling for this boy. From the coffee shop moment to the fact that he doesn’t hold back from blatantly flirting with you to the fact that his best friend was his puppy, all of it screamed boyfriend material.

“Shouldn’t we get going, Y/N?” Taehyung turned to you and playfully tugged on a strand of your hair.

“Yeah, totally forgot we were in school…follow me!” You grabbed his arm and briskly speed-walked out of the classroom. On your way to the library, girls stopped in their tracks and whispered to their friends.

“Holy shit, who is he?” “You think he’s single?” “No way, look at how he’s ogling over the girl he’s with.”

Through the corner of your eye, you could tell that Taehyung was staring at you. You blushed, for the millionth time, and let go of his arm. He lunged forward and opened the library door for you.

“This way, mademoiselle,” Taehyung said in a goofy French accent.

Although the two of you had only known each other for a few hours, there was some connection between you two that made you feel so comfortable being around him.

“Thanks,” you said, blushing.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

Two weeks after I promised I would post…wow good job me ;)

 I wanna make a pt 2 so lmk if you would like one!

Thank you for reading! ♥✰

[lordsicheng]

Autumn Breeze: Pt. 3

MXM Donghyun x OC

Genre: Fluff, Breakup 

Part 1| 2 | 3 | 4 [coming soon]

“We could have been like that, but our strings never got attached.”

Looking at your watch over and over again for the tenth time, you became worried Donghyun might not show up later. It was only past 4pm, but you decided to leave the apartment and take a stroll at the nearby park. You felt lightheaded and were eager to just get things over with because hey, Jina did tell you Donghyun isn’t the only guy in the world.

But what made you become so dejected about him? You were the one who broke up with him in the first place.

Donghyun tried going to his office, but he forgot it was Christmas. He then called his friend Sihoon to hang out a bit and go to the coffee shop you and him first met. After going on quite a number of dates for the past two months, Donghyun thought it was the time to actually be more serious with you.

“I’m ready to make her mine.” Donghyun smiled as he told his friend, Sihoon, his plans on finally telling you his feelings.

“Don’t even try messing up. You are now a man, my friend.” Sihoon said as he patted Donghyun’s back

“I surely won’t. I just hope she shows up tonight.” Donghyun said, fidgeting on his phone by checking the time every now and then

“What makes you think she won’t show up? Does she have plans tonight?” Sihoon asked

“Uhh, yeah. She said she might go to a friend’s birthday party. I think the friend’s name was Youngmin.” Donghyun looked at Sihoon

“Ohhh. A guy friend.” Sihoon crossed his arms

“But she said they were just classmates back in university and weren’t really close.” Donghyun shrugged

“Nah, she probably won’t be there for long. She’s been spending a lot of time with you, so she probably won’t ditch you. Meet up with her at a later time, maybe?” Sihoon said as he sipped on his hot cup of coffee

“I’ll move it to the next hour. 9pm? That’s probably still early.” Donghyun said as he, as well, sipped on his coffee

You arrived at Youngmin’s place, and he greeted you by the door and asked you to come in. It was also Christmas, meaning Youngmin had another reason to celebrate. You did keep in mind that you needed to meet up with Donghyun in two hours, so you just decided to stay over until Donghyun calls you up first. When you got to the living room, you were shocked to see almost every one of your close classmates and some schoolmates come over, knowing that you are all from a different city.

“How did you even manage to invite everyone? This is like a reunion!” you exclaimed as you looked at Youngmin

“Well, it’s Christmas. Most of us live in Seoul now and couldn’t go back to our city, and it’s my birthday. So why not have a huge celebration with close friends?” he smiled

Damn, you remembered how much you used to like Youngmin and your heart suddenly skipped a beat

“Come ooooon y/n! Let’s all celebrate!” Jaehwan, one of your old classmates and one of the louder ones of the bunch, called out and raised his glass, and soon after everyone did as well

All of you had a great time celebrating; Youngmin prepared the gathering pretty well in his apartment, which was quite an average size for most in the city. You were even surprised how many people were able to fit in his place.

“Your apartment seems nice, but I’m more amazed by how all of us were able to fit even in the living room.” you chuckled

“Well, I’m planning on moving out in several months. I only paid 6 months worth of rent, and I kind of want to move to a bigger place.” Youngmin shrugged

“Oh, you can move in our building! The place is bigger, and you can pay your rent monthly without installments.” you smiled

“Hmm. I’ll think about it. Anyways, what’s up with you these days? You seem to have changed quite a bit, and we haven’t seen each other since April.” Youngmin said as he drank his glass of champagne

You didn’t notice the time pass as all of you were talking about what has been going on with each other’s lives, what all of your future plans were, and basically did a lot of catching up to do. You had a lot of fun, especially since you were with people you basically had your university years with. You checked on your phone to check if you had any messages

“7 missed calls….. 10:43pm?!” you shrieked, and Youngmin got surprised and asked you what’s wrong

“I was supposed to meet up with someone over an hour ago! Damn it, Youngmin I gotta go. I’m so sorry. Everyone see you again soon! It was so much fun, Youngmin please gather everyone like this again next time! Bye!” you said as you hurriedly grabbed your coat and ran out the door, then down to the stairs to the entrance of the apartment building to catch a cab quickly to where you and Donghyun were supposed to meet

“Stupid stupid stupid stupid stuuuuupiiiiiid” you thought in your head, feeling repentant about letting time pass by too much and forgetting you had other plans. You and Donghyun were supposed to catch a movie together, but what you didn’t know was the theater closed at 9pm that time. As you arrived, you ran out to the entrance to see the janitor clean up

“Excuse me, sir? Hi. Have you seen a guy… kind of tall, brown hair, uhhh… eyebags?” you said as you tried to catch your breath

“Eyebags?” someone said while standing behind you, you faced the person and you were relieved to see him

“God, Donghyun! I am so so so so sorry.” you absentmindedly hugged him because of how apologetic you were. Donghyun was kind of annoyed and a bit angry, but his anger suddenly dropped when you hugged him. He couldn’t hide his huge smile, and even the janitor was chuckling

“So, your girlfriend finally arrived?” the janitor asked in a sarcastic tone, with Donghyun widening his eyes in shock

“Girlfriend?” you pulled away from the hug and looked at the janitor, then looked at Donghyun, who was blushing a ton

“She’s not my girlfriend…” Donghyun looked down and scratched the back of his head

“That’s not what I heard.” the janitor winked, and left to get back inside the theater to get his things and leave. You and Donghyun stood there and became quiet for a few minutes, until you decided to break the ice

“What’s his problem?” you asked Donghyun, who couldn’t even look at you in the eyes

“Uh, he was just joking.” Donghyun snickered

“No, I wasn’t.” the janitor again emerged out of the theater, now wearing a coat and brought a bag with him

“He didn’t know the theater was supposed to close at 9pm, so he just waited for you for a while. I saw him walking around outside, and I was close to telling him to go away since he looked suspicious. But, he just explained everything, said his girlfriend, which I am very sure is you, was at a party. He even said you probably wouldn’t show up, but here you are.” he laughed as he explained, and you opened your mouth in awe as you looked at Donghyun, who was looking the other way out of embarrassment

“I see.” you said as you faced the janitor again

“You lovebirds have a pleasant Christmas. I have a wife and a kid to go home to. See ya!” he smiled waved as he left you and Donghyun right outside the theater

You tapped your foot a few times before actually walking to Donghyun’s side, seeing him still blush from what just happened

“So, girlfriend, eh?” you said as you smirked

“I can explain… I guess..” Donghyun scratched his chin, trying to look at you

“Go.” you crossed your arms, still smirking

“I… just… gave that as a reason to actually wait for you… and for the janitor to not kick me out…” he said

“So out of all the things you could call me, you called me your girlfriend?” you tilted your head, emphasizing the ‘girl’ in girlfriend

“I just made that reason! Girlfriend sounded essential.” Donghyun made a straight face, clearly embarrassed

“….but am I not your girlfriend though?” you smiled, trying to tease Donghyun

“Erm… what?” Donghyun’s eyes widened in shock as he finally looked at you

“I mean, if you don’t want me to be, that’s cool. I was just as apologetic because I came really late.” you shrugged

“You are at fault too. You came over an hour late and you wouldn’t even answer my calls.” Donghyun turned away from you and started to walk away slowly

“You don’t want me as your girlfriend, do you?” you teased again, following behind him

“I do! I mean, maybe? I-“ Donghyun said as he faced you again, already looking into your eyes

“Are you saying…?” you smirked

“I’m saying what?” Donghyun tried to fight back

You just smiled and tiptoed a bit, and gave him a peck on the cheek. Donghyun was literally as red as a tomato and he felt the heat on his cheeks flare up

“You’re saying, I’m your girlfriend.” you grinned. Donghyun couldn’t help but chuckle at your cuteness

“I’m saying, you’re my girlfriend.” he finally smiled. You felt your heart beat faster the more you looked at Donghyun. You didn’t want to waste a chance, so you hugged him tightly a while after. Donghyun then hugged you back, caressing the back of your head

“Why don’t we go and get some food. I’m starving. What do you say, girlfriend?” Donghyun started teasing as he pulled away from the hug

“Whatever you say, boyfriend.” you giggled and looped your arm to his, and you both started walking away to have late dinner

At present time, you couldn’t help but smile as you stood outside the theater you first called Donghyun your boyfriend. All the memories you had with him suddenly kept popping in your head, but this was the most memorable one. This was the memory you assured that Donghyun felt the same way as you, and that this was the exact place of your first serious relationship. You let another tear drop from your eye as you slowly walked away from the theater, already heading down to your meetup place.

A/N: Chapter 4 will be the last one. Wonder what’s gonna happen in the end? :p

[mafiabosstsuna]

Could we get a scenario with Yamamoto and his soulmate? Could we get him meeting his waitress soulmate and how that goes down and how he woos her? Please and thank you!

COMPLETE

Admin Adelheid

Takeshi looked up to stare at the droplets of rain that hadstarted to fall on the world and closed his eyes to it, surrendering himselfwith a relieved expression on his face.

He felt grateful to the downpour which had started tocleanse him of the blood still staining his clothes, his skin and his sword. Athis feet were the bodies of the men who met their ends with his blade. When heopened his eyes he watched the rain water flush their blood away from thepavement and into the sewers.

The crisis was over. His job was done. There was no reasonto linger here any longer.

The Rain Guardian sheathed his sword and wrapped it;carefully putting it in the wooden tube used to keep away a man’s bokken. As hedid so he noticed the blood covering the meat of his left palm and turned ittowards the rain in order to wash the filth away. And once the blood wascleaned off a name remained etched like a scar across his skin.

Soulmate…

It seemed like a childish thought; a relic of a dream thatmay never come true in this lifetime but… looking at it made him feel just alittle bit innocent again.

Satisfied he walked away from the gory sight of severedlimbs and dead bodies with hunched shoulders underneath a blue black long coattrying to stave away the cold night. His name scarred hand hidden carefully inhis pocket.

With this, Tsuna should have one less thing to worry about.With this, Hayato would have one less thing to nag about. With this, the Familywould stay safe just a little while longer. The cold and nightmares that willfollow him after this night will be worth it just by thinking of all the goodhis actions tonight will bring. Even if the memory still seeped coldly into hisvery bones.

“Thank you very much, please come again!”

Takeshi suddenly found his feet stopping as a door wasopened beside him and a blast of warmth against his skin made his eyes go wide.

A couple joked with each other as they closed the doorbehind them and walked passed him, huddled in their raincoats laughing.

Takeshi stood on the paved sidewalk like a frozen statue,not moving an inch. Even after the door closed and the light from the smalldiner hid behind it he could still feel the warmth it had emitted. Nostalgiamade him turn and face the restaurant and stare at the wooden doors.Wistfulness made his feet move and enter it. The feeling was much too hard toresist.

The scent of coffee and fresh baked bread assaulted hissenses the moment he stepped inside and immediately he felt his whole beingbeginning to thaw in the warmth the entire place emitted. With a little twistin his gut he was reminded of his father’s sushi shop back home. The scentswere different but… it felt the same.

It felt like home.

And in the center of the empty café was you. Eyes closed,chin resting on the top of your mop and singing softly the song being played onthe old fashioned phonograph that was probably a part of the café’s prop (insert: City of Wind from TsubasaReservoir Chronicles), looking like you were dreaming…

And as Takeshi stared at you he couldn’t help but want to followyou into that dream.

Even when the song finished and you opened your eyes with asmall smile on your face he couldn’t move away from where he was standing untilyou noticed him there.

“Oh! I’m sorry! I forgot to put up the Closed sign!” yougasped, your hand covering your mouth in mortification.

Your reaction shook Takeshi out of his stupor making himrevert to the age old habit of scratching his hand on the back of his head.“Ah, really? Sorry I’ll just go th―”

“No, wait!” she called out softly as Takeshi turned back tosee you smile. “Please, sit down. I’ll consider you the last guest for thenight.”

Takeshi blinked and took a seat in a corner booth as hewatched you put up the ‘Closed’ sign. “Is there anything in particular you’dlike to drink?”

“Uhhh…” what was he supposed to say? He wasn’t exactly asfond of coffee as say Tsuna, Hayato or Reborn. Like Hibari he had never reallygrown fond of the bitter brew his Italian cohorts were so in love with. “I’lltake anything you’ve got left, I guess.”

“Eh?” you looked at his wet clothes and hair and saw theexpression in his eyes and something clicked inside you. Like a long forgottenmemory. “Gimme a minute.”

When you left his sight Takeshi allowed his eyes to roam thelittle café.

It wasn’t really anything special. It was just like anyother café he had gone into. But there was something about the polished woodenchairs and tables and the flowers crawling around outside the windows that madeeverything seem so natural. Adding the fact that the lights had been dimmedbecause of closing time and the soft, candlelight quality of them gave theentire place the appearance of an amber dream. So unpretentious. So relaxing…The music from the phonograph in the background invited everyone to lower downtheir guard and relax. It made him frown a little as he watched the small potof small flowers on his table; his hitman senses busily taking in the entiretyof the store, automatically seeking out threats and ways of escape.

So he was more than a little surprised when a hand set downa large, steaming cup in front of him.

Blinking, Takeshi looked up with wide eyes. No one had beenable to sneak up on him like that in years.Not even Chrome or Mukuro. Hisstartled gaze met your eyes. And for some reason… a burst of color explodedfrom your smile and infected his whole world.

“Please enjoy.”

Takeshi blinked, unable to understand what it was that washappening. It took a while before he could form any words at all. “I… uh… Howmuch―?”

“It’s on the house; just this one time.” you replied as you smiledbrightly. “You look like you needed it.”

Takeshi stared, his brain― jaded and riddled in paranoiafrom living the life of a hitman― seemingly stranded in another world at whatjust happened.

Absentmindedly he reached for the steaming cup you had lefthim with and took a sip. He was so startled he almost dropped the cup.

It was warmed milk sweetened with a little honey…

He fought tears in his eyes as he sipped the drink past thesudden lump in his throat as memories of youth and innocence ran amuck in hismind. The warmth of it seeping into his chest and making his heart feel asthough it was thawing from the prison of ice he had forced it in all these longyears to survive in the Mafia.

It made him feel like he can be human again…

“Do you like it?” you asked, a little worried. “You didn’tlook like you were the type to like coffee that much.”

Takeshi could only reply with a smile. “Thank you.”

He glanced at your name tag but was disappointed. The nameon it was different from the one written on his palm. For some reason thethought crushed him. As though all his childhood dreams had been dashed in thatone split second. It left him bitterly disappointed.

You left and started to mop the floor again, humming thesame song he had caught you singing the moment he came through the door. Hiseyes never left you as he finished his cup, all his senses tuned to everythingabout you for some reason. By the time he had finished his milk he felt all thedirt and filth that had left him feeling so cold just a few moments ago slip away from him like a discarded coat. For some insane reason, it made him feel innocent again. And he owed it all to you. Beforehe left he set down a sizeable tip underneath the cup and left the café sosilently you didn’t even see him go.

Sadly he thought he would never come back again. There was no real reason for him to do so…

But he couldn’t bring himself to forget you and that song you’vebeen singing though he avoided your café for a long time since then. The factthat he couldn’t forget your face or your voice made him angry and frustrated beyond belief. Thoughts of you followed him even in his wakinghours. He could even hear that song you’ve been singing over and over in hishead as he fought his battles. It was as though by hearing the melody he couldjoin you in that mysterious dream you were smiling about the day he saw you. It left him with a longing to be a part of that city made of wind floating beyond time…

The thought of obsessing about such details over a person hewas not even meant to be with terrified, angered and intrigued him. So much sothat he couldn’t concentrate on anything else. It had gotten so bad he gothimself wounded on a mission. It was then that he finally gave up and decidedto see you again.

You whom he wanted even though he did not bear your name on his skin…

He came to the coffee shop at the exact time he had thefirst time he came there. Opening the door and the feeling of warmth had the same effect on him as the first time he had stepped foot inside the shop. The smile that lit up your face at the sight of himmade his heart stutter. And then his feelings made him wonder whyhe was doing this to himself.

“Hi! I’ve been wondering where you’ve been.” You greeted himwith such joy his chest again ached with regret.

Why…? Why do you have adifferent name? Did God make a mistake? Why can’t it be you…?

“Sorry, I’ve been busy.” was all he could reply with a smileas he made his way over towards the seat he had claimed that first night.“You’re on the closing shift again?”

“Well…” you blushed a bit and winced. “I asked to be in thisshift. I seem to meet all sorts of interesting people at this hour.”

Whoa wait. Was she talking about another man? Who is it?! He felt a void growing inside him at the thought as well as envy. It didn’t seem fair that you would have such feelings for someone else when you’ve driven him half mad with only memories of you.

“For example the other night?” you continued on obliviously.“The singer who sang that song I’ve been playing the night we met came in. Iasked her for her autograph and a photo. It’s on my Instagram! Can you believeit?”

“Oh…” he replied almost faintly. “So… it’s not another guy?”

“Eh? What other guy?” you cocked your head to the side inconfusion before brightening again. “Can you wait a bit? I’ll get you yourusual.”

Takeshi had to laugh with relief. What in the world was he thinking? What in the world was hegetting jealous for? He hardly even knew you. You weren’t even his intendedone.

He had no right to you…

When you came back with his cup of milk Takeshi started tolook up to thank you once more but stopped short when he caught a glimpse of your name tag again.

The name on it was different.

Takeshi forgot himself so badly that his hand grasped yourarm before he could even think about it. His eyes lost all softness replacedwith such sharpness it reminded you of a blade.

“Uh? What? What is it?” was all you could stutter.

“Your name…” he started breathlessly as he continued tostare at your name tag. “What happened to your name?!”

“Oh this?” you asked as you blinked in confusion. “My friendwho works the dayshift played a prank on me that day and took my name tag so Ihad no choice but to wear hers. My boss and our regulars kept having fun andcalled me by her name all day long,it was humiliating.”

The realization melted the shock off Takeshi’s face littleby little it almost looked as though his face were melting before it broke offinto a laugh that came from the bottom of his heart. He surprised you furtherby gathering you up in his arms tightly.

“A name…” he pleaded in your ear as the hand that held the same word as your present name tag grasped you tighter against him. “Tell me you have my name on you…”

Your heart jumped in your chest as realization set in. Youhad suspected it from the start but you denied it, thinking it was onlya coincidence. But now… You pulled away just enough to show him his nameengraved on the meat of your left palm and held onto his own left hand.

Takeshi had never known such peace could ever exist in hislifetime…

“I was afraid…” you whispered brokenly againsthis lips when he finally kissed you. “I was so afraid it wasn’t going to be you…”

[iceripperthethird]

I guess tag time?

Rules: Respond the 92 questions and tag 25 persons. I wasn’t actually tagged, but I’m pretending I was 

Last

1.Drink: Half Dr Pepper half Cherry Pepsi

2.Phone call: Pocket dial from an ex doesn’t count, so facetime with a long distance friend that kept getting disconnected

3.Text: “Because it’s stuck in my head, but that’s kinda my fault cuz I keep listening to the same song over and over and over and over and over again”

4.Song listened to: Three-Thirty by AJR

5.Time you cried: About three hours ago

Have you ever:

6. Dated someone twice: Hell naw. Don’t know think I’d ever take any of them back tbh

7. Been cheated on: Nope.

8. Kissed someone and regretted it: Um... no. Not that I can think of.

9. Lost someone special: Lots of times.... 

10. Been depressed: Yeah.... but I’m trying

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Nope. Just got spacey as fuck after a shot and half a cosmo and a screwdriver

List 3 fav. colors:

12. Purple

13. Blue

14. Idk, black I guess

In the last year have you:

15. made new friends: Probably

16. fallen in love: I’ve loved but I don’t think I’ve been In Love

17. laughed until you cried: Tons of times :D

18. found out someone was talking about you: Unfortunately

19. met someone who’s changed you: I don’t know...??

20. found out who your true friends are: Yep.

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: Uhhh... *checks friends list* No.

22. how many Facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them except one, who happens to be a mutual

23. do you have any pets: Unfortunately, no :(

24. do you want to change your name: Nah

25. what did you do for your last birthday: Did a shot with the fam and went to the bar with my (then) boyfriend, then spent the night at his house afterword

26. what time did you wake up: 6:45am because fuck my life, that’s why

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Growing frustrated with the aforementioned long distance friend’s wifi because our facetime kept getting disconnected

28. name something you cannot wait for: I don’t know, something amazing, I guess...

29. when was the last time you saw your mother: We’re literally sitting in the same room right now? 

30. what is one thing you would change about your life: I wish I didn’t have to deal with depression and anxiety as much

31. what are you listening to right now: Sober Up by AJR (my favorite song right now)

32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yep. My godmother’s ex husband’s uncle (or cousin or family friend or something) brings his poker chips and dice to family gatherings and everyone chips in a dollar and we play Left Right Center and whoever wins gets the money. It gets really intense sometimes, and there was one time we crowded 20 people around the dining room table. 

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: I don’t know... Kind of everything, really

34. Most visited website: Tumblr, youtube, and facebook

35. funniest memory: That one time @piper-rory and I got into shenanigans in English class. We got away with so much shit that we shouldn’t have, and to this day I have no idea how.

36. memory from school: “Big S-curve,” “THE BEAT OF THE MUSIC COMES FROM My LOINS,” and basically anything else that came from band class. Also “Slutty olive oil,” “clear as a diamond at Tiffany’s” and “Carbonated piss” from Environmental Science

37. memories you want to make: I want to go on Hobbit-style adventures and have fun and make friends and I want to go to Disney World and I want to go to the Indiana Dunes again and I want to go on a road trip 

38. natural hair color: Too light to be brown but too dark to be blonde, with too much red to actually decide one way or the other

39. long or short hair: Long, but not long enough. When it’s sopping wet and being pulled as straight as it can get, it’s down to the bottom of my rib cage, but I’m growing it out in hopes that I can get it down to my hips.

40. do you have a crush on someone: Ahhh... residual love from a fresh breakup, and beyond that... I mean, there’s a cute guy that I’m friends with, but at this exact moment, that’s it.

41. what do you like about yourself: I have good curves and awesome legs and sometimes I say stuff that makes sense 

42. piercings: Just my earlobes, but sometimes I like wearing ear cuffs 

43. blood type: Fuck if I know 

44. nickname: I don’t really have one, but my D&D character’s name is Mnemosyne (nim-AH-zen-ee) 

45. relationship status: Freshly single and more bothered by it that I like to admit.

46. zodiac sign: By the traditional star chart, Libra. Mathematically correct, Virgo. Chinese, rat. Native American, raven. 

47. pronouns: She/her. Cuz I’m boring.

48. favourite tv show: Avatar: The Last Airbender. 

49. tattoos: No, thank you.

50. left or right handed: Left

First:

51. Surgery: It’s not something I like to talk about, so if you want to know about it, feel free to send me an ask (but please not anon because, well... I’m still self conscious about it even though it was like... 10 or 11 years ago)

52. Piercing: As previously stated, just my earlobes.

53. Best Friend: Don’t really have one at the moment, but if I had to pick, I’d say either the D&D group or MiniMads

54. Sport: Marching band and show choir all throughout high school, track in 6th and 7th grade

55. Vacation: My grandparents owned a lake house in Michigan that we went to all the time when I was growing up

56. Pair of trainers: Black high top Converse, black low top knock off Converse, black slide on fuzzums, black knee high boots. Basically all of my shoes are fucking black.

57. Favourite snack: Ice cream.

58. Drink you hate: Mountain Dew is fucking disgusting

59. I’m about to: Probably go to bed tbh 

60. I’m listening to: Basically anything and everything you can find on this youtube channel here because I love this band to death they are my absolute favorite

61. Waiting for: I don’t know... something amazing, I guess. 

62. Wanting: A trip to Disney World

63. Get married: I don’t know, tbh.

64. Career: Something that won’t make me miserable.

Your type:

65. hugs or kisses: Cuddles and kisses both

66. lips or eyes: Eyes, but soft kissable lips are nice too

67. Shorter or Taller: Taller than me

68. Older or Younger: Either, as long as it’s a reasonable age difference either way

69. Romantic or Spontaneous: Spontaneous romantic.

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: As long as they’re able to give good hugs, I don’t think I really care

71. Sensitive or Loud: Sensitive and able to communicate

72. Hook-up or relationship: Hookups are fun until you get attached, but relationships are stressful when you’re not good at them. So... relationship

73. Trouble maker or hesitant: Hesitant at first but as soon as you cross me, I can and will make your life hell.

Have you ever:

74. Kissed a Stranger: No. And I don’t plan to.

75. Drank hard liquor: All I had on my 21st birthday was vodka. 

76. Lost glasses/contacts:  No???? That shit’s expensive, why the fuck wouldn’t I keep track of it????

77. Turned someone down: Yes. Quite a few times.

78. Had sex on first date: HELL NO

79. Broken someone’s heart: Yeah, but they broke mine first, so they had it coming.

80. Had your heart broken: Several times.

81. Been arrested: No. I might be reckless, but I’m not that crazy. 

82. Cried when someone died: Everyone does???

83. Fallen for a friend: Yeah.... and then he switched schools and told me it wouldn’t work between us and dated one of my best friends who went to the same school as me and then when they broke up he ended up with another girl that I haven’t met in person but we’re mutuals and I think they’re still together but either way I don’t really care because I just want him to be happy.

Do you believe in:

84. Yourself: Most days, yeah

85. Miracles: I haven’t really thought about it, but my chronically single long distance friend managed to get laid, so I guess that counts as a miracle?

86. Love at first sight: No. It is statistically improbable.

87. Santa Claus: Yeah, it’s a town in Indiana. All joking aside though, I believe Santa Claus is the spirit of Christmas. It’s the holiday cheer and spreading joy and the little adrenaline rush of giving presents. It’s the sparkle of Christmas lights reflecting off tinsel and it’s trees in the front window. Santa Claus isn’t a person, but everyone has a bit of Santa Claus in them

88. Kiss on first date: My (now ex) boyfriend and I made out for 4 and a half ours after our first date. 

89. Angels: Yeah, but they’re really complicated

90. Current best friends name: @doctordetectivewinchester @vengeance-is-sworn @a-girl-in-a-place and MiniMads

91. eye color: Green

92. fav movie: Wonder Woman, Howl’s Moving Castle, Castle in the Sky, basically anything Studio Ghibli, and anything Disney.

I hereby tag everyone who’s already been tagged in this post, as well as @vampireapologist cuz all I know about her is that she’s eaten poison ivy and somehow lived to tell the tale. And you know, anyone else who’s actually read this far. 

[plantsandbirdsandrocksand-things]

Laurits and the Worst Week Imaginable (but at least there’s free brotherly love)

Summary:  After the showdown with Vidar, it's Laurits that finds Magne outside the warehouse and has to deal with the realization that Magne might not be the only one with godly powers

Word count: 2562

Warnings/notes: uhhh there’s season one spoilers 

Read on AO3

Oh.

Oh shit.

Laurits stopped dead at the sight before him, something horribly cold worming its way under his skin.

Magne - laying on the ground, so still and lifeless, even the rain pounding the concrete not enough to conceal the overpowering stench of ozone leaking from the scene before him like blood. And right there opposite him, lay Vidar Jutul, looking very, very dead. It was a monumental effort to will life back into his limbs and then rush forward on legs that still felt like lead.

What in the ever-living fuck had Magne done?

Gry had been barely holding it together when she’d found him walking home after his speech, still relishing the memory of Ran Jutul’s face as he’d stood on the podium. She’d pulled up beside him in Fjor’s car and then practically fallen out of it, stammering something about Magne and Vidar in a warehouse - some ridiculous story about his brother fighting none other than the most powerful man in Edda - and Laurits had almost laughed at the joke.

Until he’d noticed Fjor in the backseat of the car, face shockingly white and clearly barely holding onto consciousness. And then how badly Gry was shaking as she pushed him towards the warehouse. And it was at exactly that moment when there was a terrifyingly loud crash as a white sliver of lightning cleaved the air in two. After that, Laurits couldn’t question why Gry was fleeing with a half-dead Fjor in the opposite direction to the hospital.

So he’d run. As fast as he could in this stupid dress and stupid shoes because Magne wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the box and if what Gry said was true then… well, at the very least he’d need someone to bail him out. Or at least that’s what Laurits told himself had sparked the all-consuming dread that pounded alongside his heart. And now he was here, at the scene of what he hoped to all hell wasn’t a murder.

“Magne!” He hissed, and reached to shake his brother. An arch of static electricity connected to Laurits’ fingers and he yelped.

“Wake up!”

Magne’s shallow breaths continued, hands twitching at his sides very slightly.

“Magne! For the love of god, you are not allowed to die on me. ” Laurits lent over him, and hesitated only a fraction of a second before slapping him full across the face. As if he’d received a bolt of electricity, Magne surged upwards, sending Laurits reeling back - but not fast enough to avoid the hand that shot forward and gripped his wrist. Hard.

“You,” Magne was breathing hard, “Loki-”

“No - no - it’s Laurits, Magne!” Laurits tried to pull himself out of Magne’s grip, but it was unyielding, “I’m Laurits - ah, fuck - let go, that hurts!”

At that something seemed to snap inside of Magne. The burning intensity in his eyes faded as quickly as it had come and he hurriedly released Laurits, something like guilt now etched onto his face. The rain-kissed wind that had been building abruptly dropped as he rocked back onto his ankles, clutching his wrist where several splotchy bruises were already forming. He let out a breath and shook his head at Magne who just stared back.

“Can you stand?”

Magne put a hand on his ribs and winced “No.”

“Right.” Laurits said, wondering what the hell they were going to do now. “Right.” He slowly stood, eyes flickering over his brother. He seemed... alive. Laurits supposed he couldn't ask for much else, considering Magne had just been struck by god damned lightning. Laurits dragged his gaze over to Vidar, still motionless on the concrete. “Are you going to tell me what you did, or am I gonna have to guess?”

“If I did, you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

“Vidar showed up and tried to kill me. I stopped him.” Magne said it so matter of factly and with so much conviction that for a second Laurits almost believed him.

“So you... called down lightning?” Laurits tried - he tried so damn hard - to keep his voice neutral and pleasant, but by the way Magne’s face dropped, he knew it sounded as disbelieving as he felt.

“You don’t believe me.”

“No Magne - I just… I just don’t understand.”

Magne didn’t reply and Laurits shook his head again, moving over to Vidar and roughly searching for a pulse. There was a moment when Lautris was sure he was dead, but there it was. Weak and fluttering, but it was there. This time his sigh was one of relief. Dealing with VIdar Jutul’s corpse might have been a step too far, even for him. Laurits pulled out his phone.

“Who are you calling?” Magne’s face was unreadable, but had definitely gone a few shades paler.

“The ambulance, the police, I don’t know Magne. Vidar might be an asshole, but he’s an alive one, so… let's try and keep him that way.”

“Ran and Saxa will come for revenge - you should leave.”

“Probably, that whole family’s really fucking weird.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I”

“And now then what?”

“And now you keep your mouth shut whilst I explain what happened to the police and maybe I can get you out of this and off an attempted murder charge.”

Silence. And then-

“Why are you wearing a dress?”

“Really? I’m saving your ass and you’re questioning my fashion choices? Unbelievable.”

_______________

Two days, five interviews and three sleepless nights later, Lautris was standing outside the Spar shop, watching the old woman inside serving customers from behind her desk. He knew full well how much of a stalker he looked like.

Two days.

It had taken two days for Laurits to convince the police that Vidar had been struck by a freak lightning strike and that Magne had played no part in it. Two days of Gry dodging his calls and texts about what had really taken place that day in the warehouse. Two days to wring Magne’s ‘truth’ out of him - that he believed he had inherited Thor’s powers and that the Jutuls were damned giants of all things. And that the old woman in the Spar shop had started it all.

The last customer left the store as Laurits checked his phone. 7:56 - with four minutes until the Spar closed and no one else in sight, Laurits slipped his hood up and stepped inside, not even bothering to pretend he was browsing, and stalked to the counter. The woman shot him an unreadable glance, which Laurits pointedly ignored.

“What can I do for you?”

“Well for a start, you can leave my fucking family alone.”

The woman’s gaze sharpened as Laurits planted a hand on the counter and leaned forward.

“I don’t know what you think you told Magne, but for now on, you stay the hell away from him.”

“Magne?”

“Yes, Magne. My brother who, by the way, I just spent two days getting off an attempted murder charge, all because you told him he was some kind of god!” Laurits was practically yelling now and he forced himself to take a mental step back. Calm down Laurits. Cool it.

But the woman only grabbed the hand that was on the counter and Laurits forced down a wince at the sheer strength of her grip. This time, it was the woman who leaned in close as Laurits recoiled.

“Do you feel it, son of Fárbauti? Do you feel the anger? Do you hear the song of the wolves, of the serpents? Does the pull of the wild sing to your blood at night?”

Laurits ripped himself free, shoving his hand deep into his pocket to hide the slight trembling there.

“You,” he snapped, “Are insane. Stay away from me and from Magne.”

The knowing, satisfied gleam in her eyes sent Laurits teeth on edge, but he forced on his trademark smirk nonetheless.

“Goodnight.”

And with that, he swept out with all the dignity that he could muster, slamming the door so hard that the glass trembled behind him.

_______________

Even though he was determined to forget them, her words were still spinning wildly around Laurits’ mind hours later as he glared into the darkness of his room. He knew it was well past midnight, but sleep was still stubbornly evading him, mind frantically whirling. It was that damned woman’s fault and if he cared to analyse why, Laurits knew the words struck a cord deep inside of him. Like some jigsaw piece slotting into place. The exact same feeling he had gotten in that weird dance with a Jutuls weeks ago.

Which was a decidedly unhelpful thought, as Laurits had come to that conclusion at least twenty times in the past few hours. If not more. Which is stupid, Laurits thought, because she can’t have known that - just ignore it. She’s just some batshit lady trying to get into your head like she did with Magne’s. And it had evidently worked, seeing how hung up on this he was.

The knock on his door made him jump out of his skin and he cursed silently. Magne. The knock was so heavy it could only be him. Laurits stayed silent, hoping his brother would leave. He was not in the mood to be discussing gods and giants with Magne. There was another knock and then -

“Laurits, I know you’re awake.”

Another silence so long that Laurits thought Magne had finally left until a third knock thudded almost painfully loud, amplified by the darkness.

“Laurits, open the damn door.”

Fucking hell he was persistent.

“Go away Magne.”

“I know you went to see the woman at the Spar today too.”

Again Laurits swore, this time not bothering to keep it under his breath. He didn’t know or care how Magne found that out, but opened his door a crack regardless.

“Why.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Because I don’t trust her and because I needed to talk to her.”

“About what?”

“Goodnight Magne.” He made to close the door.

Instead of taking the hint, Magne shoved his foot in the doorway and Laurits glared.

“If your suspense can’t wait until morning, I had a friendly chat about leaving this family the hell alone.”

“And what did she tell you that’s got you so rattled?”

“How did you-” Laurits broke off before he could give away anything else.

“Because you didn’t make a single comment about that hideous outfit the news anchor was wearing tonight.”

Laurits eyed his brother and opened the door wider, wondering what the hell he was doing.

“She didn’t tell me I was a god if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That’s not what I’m thinking.”

There was another silence, but Magne just looked so damn expectant that Laurits finally caved.

“She rattled off some nonsense about the son of Fárbauti and the call of the wild or whatever. Now let me go to bed you asshole.” Laurits was definitely not about to admit that he could remember exactly what she’d said word for word.

“Can I come in?”

For a second, Laurits debated slamming the door in his face, but maybe he just wanted someone to talk to, or maybe he was a little freaked out, but he just muttered a ‘what the hell’ and stepped back, flicking on the light switch as he did so. Sitting heavily on the bed, Laurits realized just how tired he was. Magne pinned him down with that intense stare again. It didn’t help Laurits’ mood.

“What?” he snapped.

Magne blinked. “I called you Loki that day at the warehouse.”

“Yeah. Yeah you did. But that was because you’d just been struck by lightning and were half out of your mind with shock.” He almost moved his hand to remind Magne of the bruises he’d given Laurits, but that would mean explaining how they’d remarkably healed over mere hours after the incident.

“And the old woman called you the son of Fárbauti. That’s Loki’s father.”

Again, that feeling of something clicking into place.

“Your point being?”

“Can you understand this?”

This time, it was Laurits’ turn to blink. The dialect Magne spoke in was halting and broken, as if he hadn’t fully mastered the language, but Laurits found he could understand it perfectly. He discreetly pinched himself, but when nothing happened, the ball of cold in his chest began to spread throughout his body, clawing through his veins. Oh god. This was real. Whatever was written on Laurits’ face seemed to make even Magne pause.

“I’ll start at the beginning.”

Laurits nodded vaguely, running a hand through his hair.

So Magne told him everything. From throwing the hammer for the first time and understanding the shifting weather around him to staring into the mirror at the Jutuls’ and finding the thing that stared back was… different. Changed. Still him, but wilder, older. Magne plowed through, hardly seeming to pause for breath and diligently ignoring the disbelieving snorts from Laurits that grew less and less as he continued.

“I’m still me, it just feels like… another layer.”

“Right. A freakishly strong layer with all the powers of a literal Norse god.”

Magne gave a small smile. “Right.”

The pair were silent for a long time, Laurits staring at the window where dawn was just brushing the mountains in gold. And he realised that he could indeed feel the wild calling him. He shook his head, rubbing his face and the feeling faded.

“This is way too much to take in at four am.” He mumbled, “So, at the warehouse, you were really telling the truth?”

“All of it.”

“Wow. Wow, okay. Just… if I piss you off, don’t fry my brains.”

Magne grinned at him, “It’s a deal.”

“I should've left that crazy old lady alone.” He placed his head in his hands. “I feel like I’m going insane.”

“I know what that’s like - but it’s real, and it’s… just incredible when you accept it.”

“I can’t believe I’m really asking this, but at the warehouse, when you were still, you know,” he still felt stupid talking about it, “ - who did you see when you looked at me?”

“Tall, revoltingly red hair, pointy face and that insufferable smirk you always wear - it was Loki. I just knew, you know.”

“Loki…” Laurits mumbled like he was testing the word out, and still some part of him lashed out at how right it felt. Loki; who he was. Who he always has been. A trickster. A lair. The silver-tongue. And the realisation just fit so wholly and completely that Laurits wondered how he’d not figured it out sooner. Again he shook his head. “Magne, get out of my room, I need to think - and I need a cold shower.”

His brother opened his mouth like he was about to speak, but seemed to think the better of it and instead reached forward and clasped Laurits in a massive bear hug. His brother gave a squeak and whacked him on the back a few times before returning the hug, resigned to his fate. Magne let go with the biggest gin Laurits had ever seen and crept out the door, leaving Laurits to wrestle with his own smile, He fell back, rubbing his face again.

Loki, huh. Laurits had a sudden insight that this was either gonna be a hell of a lot of fun or an absolute fucking nightmare.

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