#one guy had a very mischevious looking face and he also said a few things (like the above captioned speech) that sounded like dialogue

[icewindandboringhorror]

Various images of things

[genshinwritings]

Childe x fem!Reader NSFW

Word Count: 6108 Warning: Mature Content 18+, spicy smut A/N: It was so long so I decided to make an own post for this request. I’ve been staring at my screen for the last 7 hours, my brain is dead now, hahah. I don’t own any of those words anymore as soon as I post it--- just joking Enjoy it! ♥

                                                                                                                              Liyue was a beautiful city to say the least, always crowded with different people, full of culture and there was always something new for you to learn every day. Most people were staying in the city for only a few days, perhaps because of business appointments or just to visit their family which lived there, yet you rarely saw the same face twice. Within only a few days you had gotten to know all the people that lived there or those who were visiting Liyue for a longer time.

You had been assigned to look for a certain person in Liyue but up until now they hadn’t shown up, leaving you with a lot of free time and almost nothing to do. You spent most of your day simply strolling through the city with nothing to do, greeting the different people here and there, before returning to your hotel room the evening.

A few weeks ago you had met Childe, a member of the Fatui. You had been careful around him since the day you found out about his affiliations, not wanting to get too close to him. After spending some time with him you really had to admit that he seemed like a nice and outgoing man which caused you to lower your walls of self defense. He had been staying in the city for a longer time as well and since everyone usually disappeared again after two or three days, the two of you decided to stay in contact, just in case.

You noticed him often waiting in front of the hotel you were staying in and whenever you went out, he would instantly be by your side with his usually flirty grin on his lips. He would make a remark about how destiny keeps pushing you two together, though you knew that it was nothing like that.

Over the past couple weeks he had often asked you to go on a date with him but you had always told him that you’re not interested in a relationship or anything like that, you simply did not have the time for it. He would always smile cheekily and brush it off like you had not said anything at all before taking you somewhere to get some food.

In the end it would always end up the same, before you even have a chance to ask for the bill, the waiter will tell you that your partner already paid for you. Childe will smile cheekily at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you out of the restaurant.

Whenever you tell him that he should not make anything up in his mind, he will laugh and tell you that he would never do something like that and that it’s you who should be careful not to fall for him. You almost hated yourself for liking this guy; he was a flirty narcissist but at the same time an utterly lovable and romantic man. The way he was talking and acting around you won you over every time.

Childe has always treated you like a princess, causing your feelings for him to grow even stronger, even though you always told yourself that it was a mistake.

Your day started off like any other day, you got up and went out to grab a cup of coffee at the harbour before strolling around and returning back to the hotel in the evening.

A faint smile formed on your lips upon seeing Childe already waiting for you in front of the building as you arrived. “You’re always missing me so much, aren’t you?” You said with a teasing voice while approaching him, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

Ocean colored eyes focused on yours, a cheeky smile forming on Childe’s lips upon hearing your words as he lightly shrugged his shoulders. “Aren’t you sure that you’re not the one who’s missing me all day?” He replied just as teasingly while tilting his head to the side, looking innocently down at you.

He already knew that he was right because of the way your cheeks colored in a light pink and the way you tried to avoid his eyes. “Stupid..” You muttered as you gently nudged his shoulder before sighing defeated, signaling him to follow you as you walked towards the entrance of the hotel.

The lobby was crowded as usual in the evening. Many people would arrive in Liyue in the evening or at night with the ship and look for a place to stay in, mostly resulting in the city being fuller during the night than during daytime. You were happy that you had been staying at this hotel for a while now, you knew all the people who worked there and everybody knew you, it was almost like a second home to you.

When you and Childe reached the elevator you pressed the button for your assigned floor while another sigh left your lips as you leaned back against the wall. “I somehow love Liyue for being so crowded at night but at the same time, I kinda hate it.” You mumbled while looking up at Childe who was standing behind you, leaning back against the wall as well while staring up at the ceiling.

“It’s good when it’s full and crowded, people tend to mind their own business then and won’t get involved with anything else.” He replied calmly while shrugging his shoulders, pushing his hands into the back pockets of his pants.

You never got to know the exact reason why Childe was staying in Liyue, you had never asked him about it but you also got the feeling that if you were honest with yourself you would not want to know about it. Being a member of the Fatui and all, his reason to stay here could never be a good one.

You were startled when a small ‘ping’ signaled you that you had arrived at the tenth floor, the doors of the elevator opening. You went out first, feeling Childe’s presence close behind you as you slowly trotted over to the door of your room, your fingers fumbling around in your pockets as you were looking for the keycard.

“Why are you even here now? Couldn’t find me in town in the afternoon?” You asked Childe playfully as you unlocked the door, gesturing him to walk in first before following him inside.

You kicked the door shut behind you before taking off your jacket and throwing it over the next chair that was standing around.

Childe watched you amusedly as you made your way to the kitchen, taking out two glasses from the counter before placing them in front of you. “Do you want to drink something?” You asked him while holding up a bottle of Dandelion wine, a mischevious smile on your lips. It was the only thing you were able to offer him besides normal water, you were living on your own the whole time and that clearly showed when looking at your belongings and provisions. “It would be a shame to deny that offer.” He laughed lightly as he entered the kitchen behind you, leaning against the counter while watching you pour the glasses of wine.

“Other than that I’m here because… I don’t know. I guess, I thought it would be more fun to spend some time with you rather than sit alone in my hotel room all night. Perhaps I also knew that it was your plan to drink some wine today and perhaps it’s not very gentleman like to let a woman drink on her own.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, laughing at his comment before turning towards him, handing him a glass of wine. His eyes deeply focused on yours.

You could swear that you saw a glint in his eyes, a playful one which was practically begging for you to continue his game. “I see, I see. Since when are you a gentleman though?”

“I’ve always been a gentleman, have I ever done anything to you that would prove me different?”

You took a sip of your wine, gently laughing it off. Indeed he had never done anything that would make him look like an asshole; he was always nice around you and treated you for food, he always made sure that you were feeling good and happy and at night he always made sure to walk you home.

The only not so gentleman like thing that came to your mind was Childe sometimes suggesting you to ‘go and have some fun together’ in the evening or late at night, even though he had never showed any intention of getting closer to you.

You were suspecting before that he was always joking during those moments, but with time passing you noticed him occasionally making remarks like that, intending that he wanted to become more physical with you.

You were absentmindedly sipping on your wine, a small shock running down your spine when Childe’s arm wrapped around your waist. He was guiding you towards the balcony that was connected to your room, opening the glass door before stepping out into the cold night air, pulling you along with him. Underneath you were crowded streets, lots of people passing by while the shoplights illuminated the small town. Liyue had it’s own charm, you had to admit that.

You swirled the wine around in your glass while biting your lower lip, thinking about an accurate response to his question. “I think you somehow are a gentleman but.. at the same time you aren’t?”

You shrugged your shoulders, taking another sip of your wine as you heard Childe’s footsteps behind you. You were expecting him to stand next to you, to watch the people beneath you but instead you were startled when you felt his hot breath at the nape of your neck. Gently he swung his arms around you from behind, one hand holding his glass while he placed his other hand on the railing in front of you.

“Care to explain that..?” Childe spoke with a low voice, faking a confused undertone before pressing a faint kiss to the crook of your neck.

“I’m always courteous when I’m around you, I never do anything you don’t like…”

You could feel his hot breath on your ear, a cold shiver running down your spine as his tongue traced the shell of your ear. “It’s just..” You started to whisper, swallowing your words as he nibbled gently on your earlobe, his addicting scent rising to your nose.

“You are a gentleman..” You started again, taking a careful sip of your wine before continuing to speak. “… but you’re also intimidating, mysterious and somehow a dangerous person.”

“I see..” Childe laughed softly before leaning himself against you, your back pressing against his broad chest while your abdomen pressed against the cold railing. He took a sip of his wine, his other hand slowly wandering to your waist.

He enjoyed your clueless reaction, the way you did not do anything to stop him and the way your body shivered against his. The effect he had on you was immense and he certainly knew that, he loved playing little games with you.

You took a deep breath before turning around in his arms, staring up into his sapphire colored eyes. There was this glint inside them, the one that always showed when he was about to make a stupid joke about getting physical, yet it was different this time. He did not say anything, he simply stared down at you before his free hand cupped your cheek gently.

“Are you afraid of me right now?” He asked you huskily, his thumb carefully brushing over your lips while he smirked evilly. Everything inside you was screaming not to give in, that it’s wrong to get to close to him, but your body and the building desire inside you were taking control. There was a faint blush on your cheeks as you tried to avoid his eyes, him quickly reacting to catch your chin between his thumb and index finger to make you look at him.

“I asked you, are you afraid of me?”

Childe leaned in closer to you, slowly tilting his head to the side while his lips hovered right above yours. You could feel his breath on your face as the he spoke, your knees slowly turning weak as you thought about how to frame your answer. “Right now, I could never. There is no reason for me to be afraid.”

He chuckled. “If you knew what I would like to do to you right now, you would be afraid, I’m sure, babe.” The way that petname slipped over his lips made you moan quietly against his mouth. It send a tingly feeling right down to your core, leaving you wanting for more.

Upon hearing that sound Childe withdrew himself from you, gently taking your glass from your hand before moving to place them aside. You felt the heat rushing to your face as he turned back to you, both of his hands gently placed on your waist while he stared down at you.

You could feel your heartbeat drumming in your ears as you tried to avoid his eyes, your hands gripping onto the railing behind you to gain some strength of posture. You faked a small laugh, wanting him to know that you were not this easy to break, even though you certainly craved for him to touch you.

“I don’t think there’s anything that would make me be afraid of you, Sir.” You spoke teasingly, making sure to emphasize the last word.  Inhaling deeply you searched for the courage to stare back up at him, a small innocent smile forming on your lips.

Childe couldn’t help but to smile as well, he was seeing right through your schemes, knowing all too well that you were playing all this confidence in front of him. The way your body reacted to him, the way he could easily make you feel bothered and worked up, he knew that he had this effect on you and he would love to play a game with you, especially because he noted that challenging undertone when you addressed his title.

His hands slowly wandered from your waist down to grab your butt firmly in his hands, his body pressing against yours again. His building arousal pressed against your lower abdomen as he leaned slowly closer to whisper in your ear again. “I would love to turn you around right now and rub my cock against that nice perky ass of yours..”

He squeezed your butt again, pressing a small kiss to the shell of your ear. “I would love to bend you over this railing and fuck you hard, til you can’t help but to scream my name anymore, letting all those people down there know it.”

You felt yourself shivering, his words echoing through your body and leaving a trail of desire behind. His words translated to an image in your mind right away, the thought of getting caught looking oh so seductive to you. “There’s still nothing to be afraid of..” You teased him, one of his hands sliding up to your lower back while his other hand cupped your cheek gently again.

He pulled himself from your ear to look at you, his lips brushing gently over yours as he smiled, his face only centimeters apart from yours. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

With those words he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a short kiss, a soft mewl leaving your lips as you did not even have the time to cherish that feeling of his lips on yours when he separated himself from you again.

Your placed your hands shakily on his chest, holding onto the fabric of his grey jacket as he laughed lowly, seeing all your confidence you faked a minute ago leaving your body already. “I want to know how good your lips feel around my cock.. which sounds you make when I fuck your throat relentless. I bet you’re such a good girl but right now you’re just too stubborn.”

You licked your lips at the thought of it, your reaction not staying unnoticed by him as his lifted your chin up with his index finger to make you look at him. “I want to break you..” He whispered lowly before slamming his lips against yours for a sloppy and passionate kiss, his arousal rubbing against your lower body as you pressed yourself against him to intensify the kiss.

The way his tongue skillfully poked your lips apart caused you to moan, your fingers starting to fumble around with the buttons of his jacket. His taste was addicting, the way his tongue caressed yours as he dominated the kiss. Carefully he slung an arm around your waist, his other hand sliding from your chin over your throat down to your chest. You were willing to let yourself fall into pleasure, to give in to him and you knew that if you did not stop him now, there would be no going back anymore.

Childe pulled away from you shortly to take a breath, watching your hands undo the buttons with a grin on his lips. “Eager, aren’t we?”

He let you continue with your actions as he moved to press small kisses on your neck, another small moan leaving your lips as your hands finally found their way to his bare chest. Your fingers ghosted over his well toned muscles, his skin burning underneath your palms.

His breath hitched as your fingers wandered over his chest, towards his broad shoulders, gently pushing the fabric back. You could feel him grin against your neck, his hands letting go of you to help you get rid of his jacket along with his gloves. A small yelp slipped past your lips as Childe bit down on the soft skin at the crook of your neck, his hands slinging around your body again to hold you close.

His warm skin was burning against you and the only thing that was running through your mind was the thought of what his bare form felt like against yours, what it felt like to get touched by him, to get dominated.

Your hands shivered as they went to explore his broad shoulders, his muscles constricting underneath your touch. You couldn’t help but to moan, knowing that all this was still part of his teasing. “Childe..” You murmured but he didn’t react, gently sucking on the skin of your neck. You were sure that he was leaving a hickey, one that you would surely have to hide but at the moment you couldn’t care less.

“Sir..” You spoke with a shaking his voice, his teeth sinking in to your flesh again before he groaned lowly in your ear. “That’s right, call me Sir.” His hands found their way to your butt again, firmly squeezing your rear before he lifted you up against him. A surprised sound left your lips as your legs wrapped around his middle, his eyes focusing on yours as he smirked.

The way he was looking right now was so utterly sexy to you, lusty eyes glancing up at you, his hair slightly messy and his upper body bare. You leaned in to catch his lips in another seductive kiss as Childe slowly walked back inside with you, making sure not to break the kiss. He made his way towards the bed that was placed in middle of the open room, throwing you on the mattress in front of him.

He licked his lips while watching you as you crawled to the edge of the bed, carefully sitting on your knees as you glanced up at him with innocent eyes. “What can I do for you, Sir..?”

Childe gently caressed your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips as he absentmindedly spoke to you. “Open up that pretty mouth of yours.”

The way he spoke, low and huskily send another spark through your body, leaving you hot and bothered while a needy moan left your lips.

You tried rubbing your thighs together to gain some kind of friction as you opened your mouth, complying to his words like a decent girl. “What a good girl you are..” He whispered while holding out his index and middle finger in front of you, his other hand sliding over your cheek. “Now suck them..”

Slowly you leaned forward to wrap your lips around his finger, the light salty taste making you moan. Your tongue swirled around his dry fingers as you slowly started to move your head back and forth, never breaking the eye contact as you tried to take them in as deep as possible. “Oh, aren’t you a good one?”

Childe spoke amused before laughing shortly. The power he had when it came to you gave him an insane pleasure and the way you were complying to his demands left him almost speechless. Though there was still one thing that was bothering him big time. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, his voice harsh as he spoke. “Take your clothes off. Now. “

You were shivering in anticipation, wanting to feels his hands on your body again or his fingers in your mouth but you knew that this was only the beginning.

You rubbed your thighs together while slowly grabbing the hem of your shirt, your cheeks flushing in a crimson red shade as you slowly pulled it up and over your head. Childe’s eyes lingered on you, watching your actions oh so carefully as he bit down on his lip.

You were so turned on by him and so was he, his pants becoming immensely uncomfortable as he watched you undoing your bra. You let the piece of fabric slide down from your shoulders, your nipples hardening due to the surrounding cold as you tossed the bra away.

“Fuck..” You heard Childe mumble under his breath as he slowly stepped closer to the bed. He pressed his hands against your shoulders and forcefully pushed you down against the mattress, one of his knees pressing between your legs so you spread them open for him, while his lips hovered above yours.

“You’re wasting so much fucking time.. but it’s so nice to watch. I’ve imagined this before..” He spoke lowly while placing is hand on the side of your breasts, pressing against the skin to make them jiggle in his hands.

“But seeing it in reality is so much better, don’t you think?” His thumbs brushed over your perky nipples, sending a shock right down to your core as a throaty moan slipped past your lips. His lips pressed against yours gently to make you shut up, his hands kneading your soft mounds as his tongue invaded your mouth.

You couldn’t help but to groan softly as he ground his hips against yours firmly, the friction making you feel lightheaded as you instantly wrapped your legs around his middle. Childe pulled away from you, his breathing heavy as he pressed a small kiss to your collarbone before moving to face your breasts.

“So soft.. and beautiful.” He whispered lowly while rubbing his thumb over your sensitive nipple, teasing your other breasts with his tongue. Sensually he swirled his tongue around your hardened bud before sucking it into his mouth, lightly nibbling on it before releasing it again.

Your back arched up, your bare tummy pressing against his chest as you moaned loudly, a light chuckle leaving his lips. He pushed you back down against the mattress with his free hand, biting down on your nipple again while pressing his hips against yours. “Sir…” You muttered incoherently, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders as he moved his mouth to suck on your other nipple, nibbling on biting on the skin while his hands keeps pressing you down.

You yelped from the pain upon him becoming harsher with his bites and nibbles, your hips rolling up against his to somehow make him move. “What do you want..” He whispered against your skin, lustful eyes staring at you while he squeezed your chest.

Slowly he scooted up to sensually lick over your lips, a small groan leaving his lips as you darted out your tongue to meet his. You leaned in to kiss him but he was quick to pull away. He sat up in front of you, his hands sliding from your chest to your tummy down to your hips.

Skillfully he undid the button of your pants, smiling satisfied as you raised your hips without a need for his command. He grabbed the hem of your pants and underlying panties, carefully sliding them down your thighs in one go, humming softly as you raised your legs to help him take them off of you.

He watched you hungrily as you spread your legs wide in front of him, a small blush on your cheeks as you glanced into his eyes. “Touch me, Sir..”

You felt the burning desire pool in your stomach as you held your legs up high to give him a better view of your body, your eyes filling with a tint of neediness.

Slowly he reached out, his cold hand wandering down your lower body as you arched your back, moaning as his index finger came in contact with your clit. “Like this..?” He asked teasingly, sliding his fingers through your wet folds before inserting one finger inside you.

“Or do you want me to touch you like this..” Childe pushed his finger in and out of you slowly, a smile on his lips as he leaned down to flick his tongue against your clit. Your back arched as you moaned out his name loudly, your hands grabbing onto the soft fabric underneath you as you tried to scoot away from him.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He muttered and grabbed your hips quickly, throwing your legs over his shoulders while looking up at you. He leaned in again, his tongue sliding over your wet slit before he moved his hands closer again, this time inserting two fingers into your wetness.

He sucked on your clit, swirling his tongue around your most sensitive bud while quickly and forcefully thrusting his fingers in and out of you, wet sloppy sounds echoing through the room.

You screamed out in pleasure, tilting your head back as you felt yourself getting close to your release faster than ever. Normally it took you much longer than that to get this riled up but with Childe’s skilled fingers and mouth, it was as easy as sliding down a hole.

You closed your eyes shut, your womanhood clenching around his fingers as he quickly pulled himself away from you, leaving you gaping and gasping for air. Your body was shivering out of pleasure as you tried to somehow gain a relieving friction by rubbing your thighs together but Childe’s firm grip on your thighs was strong.  

He moved up from the bed while watching you lustfully, your eyes following his hands as they moved to unbutton his pants.

You were licking your lips eagerly while imagining the size of his cock and the way it would taste like in your mouth, crawling closer to the edge again with shaking legs. “Lay down on the edge, head down..” He grumbled while pushing his pants down to his ankles, quickly kicking them off while watching you.

Your eyes were focused on the bulge in his boxers, the way his member stood proud and tall against the fabric, leaving only a few things to your imagination. You quickly complied and rolled over on your back again, your head placed over the edge of the mattress as you glanced up at Childe while opening your mouth, sticking out your tongue playfully.

“Such a good girl, already opening up..” He muttered while pushing his boxers down to reveal his arousal to you, quickly managing to take them off before stepping closer to you. You licked your lips absentmindedly as you stared at his erected cock, standing proud in a curve,  a small drop of precum sliding from the tip down its shaft.

Childe moved closer to you, one of his hands gently placed at the back of your head as he pushed down his cock and inside your mouth. He groaned huskily, the feeling of your lips around his cock being so much better than he had imagined it before.

You tried to relax as he started to move his hips carefully back and forth to thrust in and out of your mouth, all the while staring at you. Your eyes became teary, your hands grabbing onto the soft sheets next to you. “You’re taking my cock in so nicely..” He mumbled while pulling out his cock almost completely from your mouth, chuckling as you quickly gasped for air. “What a good filthy slut you are.”

You moaned against his member as he thrusts himself completely in your mouth again, his movement slowly becoming rougher and harder with every thrust.

The way your throat vibrated against his arousal made him growl, the sounds of you choking on his dick being music to his ears. He quickened his pace, one of his hands slowly making its way to your throat, his fingers tenderly wrapping around your neck.

You mewled softly against his cock as he put pressure on his fingers, the feeling of him choking you sending a tingly feeling through your body. For him it was one of the best things he had ever felt, your mouth around his cock and the way your throat tightens when he chokes you.

You nudged his thighs as you tried to pull away from his touch, the need to breathe in fresh air becoming unbearable. As he released his hand from your throat, he pulled himself out of your mouth once completely, moaning due to the sight of you heavily breathing in front of him, your chest heaving quickly up and down.

The moment he released you you felt more than lightheaded, all the blood rushing back inside your brain as your insides clenched on nothing so hard it hurt. “Please..” You murmured defeated, your words only earning a small laugh from Childe. “Please what..?”

“Please, fuck me, Sir.” You spoke, looking up at him with tears eyes as you slowly crawled to sit on your knees again. The sight of you was more than beautiful to him, the way your lips were plump and swollen, your teary eyes from fucking your throat and the pleads that were leaving your mouth. He could have fallen for you right at that moment.

Gently, he cupped your cheeks in his hands to press a faint kiss to your lips, your body shivering from the excitement. Your skin was on fire, your core so sensitive that it just needed a light touch of his to make you cum right there. One of his hands wandered to your throat again as he pulled you up from the bed, his other hand slinging around your waist as he deepened the kiss while dragging you towards the door of the balcony.

His movements were growing impatient, his grip surely going to leave a mark on your throat tomorrow but you couldn’t care less. When the cold night air hit your bare body, a dry moan left your lips. Childe smiled against your lips before pulling away from the kiss, his hand sliding from your throat up the nape of your neck, before grabbing a handful of your hair, pulling you backwards.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that? I think everyone needs to see what a good girl I have right here.” You could feel the cold railing press up against your bare ass, as he yanked your hair back causing you mewl. “Leave that mouth open for me.” He whispered and you complied to him, your hands pressing against his chest as you looked up into his eyes, sticking out your tongue. He caressed your cheek gently before grinning, spitting in your mouth while watching you with lazy eyes.

You swallowed it before a small groan left you, the taste of his saliva being something that was addicting to you.

A small action that turned you on so much and made your legs shake. “Such a good girl.. Now to the fun.” He said, his voice almost sounding like he threat as he grabbed you by your hips, forcefully turning you around and pressing you against the railing.

You could see the crowded streets underneath you, lots of people passing by which could  possibly see you but your rational mind had left you long ago. “Sir, please give it to me..” You moaned out, not caring about your surroundings in any kind of way as you felt him move up behind you, his arousal pressing against your ass.

His hands moved to your butt again as he massaged each cheek, jiggling them around with his cock placed between them. “It’s really sad.. I’ve also imagined what it’s like to fuck that sweet little ass of yours.” Childe leaned closer so he could whisper in your ear, his breath hot and intoxicating. “But I guess, I’ll leave that for the next time.”

With those words his hands grabbed onto your hips, carefully positioning himself at your entrance before eagerly pushing himself inside you.”Fuck.” You hissed loudly, your hands holding tightly onto the railing as his cock stretched your insides, your mind feeling hazy.

A low groan left his lips as he stayed still inside you for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your tight pussy around him, clenching him with so much need and desire, leaving him wanting for more. He pulled himself out completely, his eyes focused on his cock as he slammed himself back inside, repeating this action at a quick pace.

“Sir, please, fuck me good.” You almost screamed out, biting your lips hard to suppress any more sounds, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing above the heads of the passengers.

You could feel him chuckle beside your ear, his hand finding its way to your throat again as he pulled your back up against his chest, quickly thrusting himself in and out of you at a merciless pace. “Let me hear your beautiful voice.” He moaned out, his free hand wandering down between your legs to rub your sensitive clit.

Several filthy sounds slipped past your lips, your eyes widening due to the immense pleasure. “Childe.. “ You moaned out, your hips moving back against his to meet his thrusts, a hot burning feeling slowly building up in your abdomen.

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, breathing heavily as Childe pushed roughly in and out of you. A small scream left your lips as you grabbed onto the hand that rested between your legs, your nails digging into his skin as you walls clenched around his cock.

Childe was swearing next to your ear, his pace not dying down as you came hard around his cock, feeling his own pleasure building up inside him. “Shit..You’re so beautifully tight.” He moaned, not even thinking about giving you a minute to calm yourself down from your orgasm.

His hand continued rubbing your clit, the over stimulation sending almost sending you over the edge right again.

Childe’s fingers slowly tightened around your throat, his pace slowing for a few seconds as you felt like you were about to pass out. He slammed himself back inside you as he felt his own orgasm slowly building up. “Cum for me again, babe.” He whispered huskily, releasing your throat from his grip, the blood rushing back into your brain, the pleasure inside you burning hot as you came a second time.

The way your walls clenched so wonderfully tight around his cock drove Childe crazy, his thrusts becoming harder again, his breathing uneven as he bit harshly down on your shoulder.

Another loud moan left your lips as Childe pulled himself out of you, his fingers wrapping around his cock as he pumped his shaft quickly up and down. A loud groan left his throat as he came over your ass, gently slapping his cock against your skin, coating it with his cum.

“You’re incredible..” He muttered as he came down from his height, your body shivering and your legs weak as you leaned over the railing, trying to catch your breath.

He laughed softly while watching you, gently caressing your side while still panting slightly. “Shall I take you back inside?”

[collecting-stories]

Crazier - JJ Maybank

Request: heyy can you do one when she and jj date, and he sees her playing the guitar and finds it very attractive, please !!!! i love everything you write 

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long for me to get to!

TS Anthology Series | Outer Banks Masterlist

✰ Feels like I’m falling and I, I’m lost in your eyes ✰

In Mrs. Carrera’s constant pursuit to do something new and interesting at the Wreck, she had come to the conclusion that people really liked Open Mic Nights. And maybe somewhere in a sitcom from the 90’s or 00’s someone actually did, but there, in the Outer Banks, in the real world, Open Mic Nights were for weird people who confused the event with karaoke. 

But Kiara’s dad, who usually shot down the outlandish ideas his wife had, agreed to this one. She borrowed equipment, and a person to set it up, from the Island Club. She put posters up for people to sign up on the restaurant's Facebook page and she asked all of Kiara’s friends if any of them would be interested.  

“An open mic?” Kiara asked, raising an eyebrow in skepticism as she sat at the front counter with you, splitting a tray of fries.  

“I think it would be fun.” Her mom defended, “like Nashville or something.”  

“Mom, this is not the Bluebird and you are Connie Briton.”  

“I’ll do it.” You cut in, looking between them both as they stared at you with mild shock. “I mean, just one song but...I’ll do it.” You and Kiara had been only started hanging out at the beginning of the summer, when JJ first decided to introduce his friends to his girlfriend. You fell in with them easily and sometimes you felt like you spent more time with Kiara than with JJ.  

“Do not agree to this ridiculous thing just to appease my mom.” Kiara insisted.  

“I’m not.” You promised, “I wrote a song...it’d be kinda cool to sing it in front of everyone.” It was only half decent in your mind, a little cheesy honestly but you’d been learning different songs on the guitar and had finally decided to write one of your own. “As long as JJ doesn’t come.”

“Why?” Kiara asked.  

“Cause...it’s about him and I’ll be totally embarrassed if he hears it.” You hadn’t even mentioned to your boyfriend that you could play guitar, let alone that you fooled around trying to write songs.  

“You wrote a song about JJ?” She seemed mildly surprised, as if she couldn’t imagine someone writing a song about her best friend. There were a lot of things a person could write a song about but she wasn’t entirely sure that JJ measured up to those things. Not that she didn’t love him, cause she did, but a song about him? “I definitely need to hear that.”

In her mind, Kiara kept her promise not to tell JJ. Instead she told Pope, knowing he would tell JJ, leaving out the part where you were performing and he was the subject of your song. She only told Pope that she was planning on going to the Open Mic night at the Wreck, the first annual, with you and that maybe everyone could meet up.  

Most of the acts weren’t anything to fawn over, semi local talent or believed talent, getting up there to wow the crowded of tipsy patrons with songs or poems. Kiara sat at a table near the front with you as you tried not to bob your knee or break out in a sweat or do anything else that would give away your nervousness. You had been pretty gung-ho about performing when Kiara’s mom first suggested it but now you were starting to regret the idea. Just as you were starting to calm yourself down, the silent pep talk working, you felt someone’s hands on your shoulders, looking up to see JJ standing over you.

“Uh hey,” you were hesitant as you spoke, side-eyeing Kiara but she wouldn’t look at you. “What are you doing here?”

“Kie mentioned it to Pope, figured we could watch together.” A sweet sentiment, it wasn’t the one you wanted him to be offering by far.  

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, “it’s just…actually-“ Kiara’s mom had taken it upon herself to MC the evening and she chose that moment to call your name through the mic. You looked back at JJ sheepishly, “I’m singing.”

There wasn’t a lot that surprised your boyfriend but that clearly had, the look of shock and confusion on his face not going away even as you kissed his cheek and went up on stage. You had been adamant about not wanting JJ to show up just in case this entire thing was a complete failure and you were booed off stage, though that seemed like a bit of a stretch.  

Pope pulled JJ into a chair and he leaned across the table to Kiara, “did you know she could sing?” He asked.  

“Not until like, last week.” Kiara admitted, “you’ve never heard her sing?”  

“No. Not at all.”  

“Maybe you guys could shut up and pay attention,” Pope instructed, nudging JJ to sit up straight.  

You pulled the stool in the corner of the small makeshift stage over to the mic so you could sit while you played. You had helped Kiara and her dad construct the stage out of pallets earlier in the afternoon. A little rough but this wasn’t some big city place, this was the Outer Banks. You sat on the stool, trying to keep your calm and also not to look at JJ. If you did you would definitely chicken out.  

You sat your guitar, beginning the opening chords of the song you’d written a few weeks earlier, “I’d never gone with the wind…”

JJ sat back in his chair, a slow smile on his face as he watched you sing. He had never heard you sing before, had seen a guitar in your room but didn’t think about it long enough to actually ask if you could play.  Now he sat there listening, his smile widening each time you glanced his way. He watched the way you fingers moved along the guitar, impressed with a talent he had never known existed before.  

You managed to get through the whole of the song without messing up, stumbling a little off the stool at the end as the small crowd applauded. You left the guitar for the next performer and stepped off the stage by your friends. You’d have to face JJ now.  

“Well?” You asked, holding your arms out and shrugging. Trying to play it cool.

“Babe, that was fucking amazing!” JJ said, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a hug, practically lifting you off your feet. You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself steady.  

“Oh my god, that was awesome,” Kiara exclaimed, coming around the table to put her hand on your back. “I had no idea you could play guitar, let alone sing!”

“Of course she can, my girlfriend’s incredibly fucking talented.” JJ replied.

You pulled away from him, laughing, “you had no idea either.”  

“Kiara, can you help me in the kitchen real quick?” Mr. Carrera called, walking over to your table.  

Pope gave you a hug, congratulating you before following Kiara to the kitchen, offering to help her out, mainly just to let you and JJ be alone for a minute. The moment the two of them were away JJ pulled you closer to him again, pressing his lips against the side of your head.

“That was seriously amazing.” JJ reiterated. “What song was that?”

“Not the stuff you usually listen to?” You teased. The country-ish tune was far from the indie stuff that Kiara and JJ were always blasting in the car. “Actually, I wrote it.”

The mischevious nature of JJ’s smile told you that he didn’t need any more explanation than that to know that he was the subject of the song. “Oh really?”

“Just because I wrote it, doesn’t mean it’s about you.”  

“But it is.” He replied.  

“Maybe, maybe not.” You shrugged, laughing when he kissed you again. “Who knows?”

“I know. And I know it’s about me.” JJ said.  

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Magic and Miracles and BEYOND Chapter 14

Ya'll, when I say, that the writer's block for this story practically parked it's 18 wheeler sized ass in front of me, like a boulder on a mountain road AND THERE WAS NO WAY AROUND IT, to the point that I didn't know if I ever would get to write it again and I had to take a break for...way too fucking long. Also- for the record, all of this still happens in my head in 2018, you know, when I started writing this story, because BY GOD, all these characters should have had their weddings and a small piece of happily ever after BEFORE COVID comes to fuck everyone over. But Hazel's dress, that's still 2022 Pnina Tornay, it's a fantasy story, I'm fudging the timeline, a little. Also Hazel's engagement ring? Chocolate diamond. She's a foodie. It made sense.

Also, Yes, I do realize that I am face casting Alex Pettyfer twice. The first was as modern Ravus Nox Flueret, and then...as Dash Parr in my modern Incredibles AU Why So Jaded. Look, I just adore the guy ok? He's...incredibly good looking and talented, and HOT. They don't happen in the same alternate universe, it's fine, it's fine.

Anyway, so back to the road block, sorry, detour, anyway, so then, tragedy struck in my personal life, ok several tragedies kind of piled up all at once it felt like and shook me to my core, and suddenly those earthquakes, knocked that boulder off the road and opened up the creative roadway to this story again, then I wrote something truly horrific for this particular story. AND IT'S AWESOME, like it's brutal, will reach inside and grab your heart, put it into a blender before handing it back to you as you cry and say thank you, kind of awesome, so angsty.

But, I couldn't just...post it and not keep wrapping up other character's story lines because this was still "everyone needs to find their happily ever after" foundations laid. So. What that did, was give me a "if you want this- angsty thing to happen, how do you get the story from here to there, now that you don't have this fucking boulder in the way." and my brain finally went "I got it! TREDD IS AN ASSHOLE" and boom, problem solved. See I had- most of the components to this particular chapter, already written and mentally mapped out and planned out but the "go juice" to write it was empty.

But Tredd, lovable, asshole Tredd, gave me what I needed. I don't even know if I should tag who I used to tag...however long ago I used to post chapters to this story or if they have all changed their usernames and stuff or if any of them are still interested. But you know what? I'm gonna post it anyway. So enjoy.

Also, @the-immortal-marshal, thanks for sticking with me and hanging in there, THE PAIN IS COMMING NEXT CHAP. ENJOY the last moment of "peace and happiness where everything is perfect and nothing hurts" while it lasts.

Magic and Miracles and BEYOND

Chapter 14

“Hello Behbehs!” Selena cooed when she came home from school to her dogs and Duchess who eagerly greeted her before she got all the packages from the little stylish boxes she built out of pallets to create a little place for packages to be stored on her front porch before she and Ravus could get home and get them in their apartment.

“Ah thank goodness.” Selena breathed in relief when a couple of them were those pre prepared meal kits. Because with both her and Ravus being in school and both of them working too, they rarely had a chance to go grocery shopping anymore and the meal kits were a healthy alternative to fast food and surprisingly less expensive than take out and right now they were still in their “try everything once to find our favorites” stage. But Selena barely had them all unpacked and put away by the time her phone chimed.

‘Hope you had a good day today Darling’ Ravus texted when his phone chimed that she had made it home.

‘It’s been fine, busy, how about yours?’ Selena texted back.

‘Not great, I’ll be happy to call it a day soon.’ Ravus texted back as Selena frowned at her phone before she got an idea and raced up the stairs to get dressed in more business formal attire that was clearly flirtatious that covered up some ridiculously sexy lingerie and some really good ‘fuck me’ heels and put on some makeup and put her hair up in a quick bun then quickly left their apartment to go to Miracles Hospital where she parked next to Ravus’ car and purposefully strutted into the offices, using the badge keycard Sylva had made for her to get in before she made a B-Line for Ravus’ temperoary office while his was under construction before she checked in with Kathryn to make sure he was alone in his office before she opened his office door and struck a pose in his door frame with a smoldering look and a mischevious smirk on her lips that had Ravus’ jaw dropping to the floor at the vision she was.

“Hey. What are you doing here? Is there a problem with…?” Ravus began to ask as she closed the door, locked it then sauntered up to him and straddled his lap before she kissed him passionately as he eagerly held her and pulled her to himself as he kissed her back with equal passion that had Ravus thanking God that he put such an amazing, wonderful and sexy as hell woman in his life that could give him the one thing he wanted that he knew money could never buy- her love, priceless and perfect as it was. And with her love came devotion, loyalty, honesty, faithfulness and right now- desire and it was his life’s goal to make himself as desirable to her as he could possibly be because being the object of her affection was all he could ever want and he wanted her to feel as lucky that she had him for a partner- that he felt about her.

“How’s your day now?” Selena purred when they broke for air.

“Ah-amazing, I can’t, can’t complain.” Ravus answered truthfully, his mind desperate in it’s grasping for coherent thought as he was completely blown away and delighted by her little surprise visit as his hands traveled down her body, appreciating every nuance and curve she had.

“Good, now do you want to fuck me here or in the sleep studies wing, in the car or at home?” Selena asked and watched as he swallowed thickly as his own eyes grew a dark stormy gray with lust.

“Is there an ‘all of them’ option?” Ravus returned which made Selena smile brighter as he quickly hiked up her skirt the rest of the way to reveal that she had not been wearing underwear but was wearing thigh highs attached to a matching green silk garter belt ,which were his favorite kind of stockings as his cock tried to break through his pants trying to get into her as he gasped and ‘oohed’ in surprise and delight as she made quick work of his pants and underwear before she managed to seat herself onto him as he let his chair lean back and rest on a filing cabinet so they wouldn’t crash backwards and also so that Selena could ride him as hard as she wanted to without hurting anything as she opened up his silk dress shirt so that his chest and neck were bared to her before he yanked down her shirt and undid her bra so that her breasts, which had been pushed up to show her amazing cleavage before- were now bared to him in turn as he suckled as his hands went to her hips to guide her over him and when his other hand reached down to stroke her clit with practiced ease as he whispered some absolutely filthy things to her in French which he had discovered could get Selena all riled up and to hear and see and feel that was like a drug to him.

Selena could feel her orgasm approaching as her body and mind were in absolute bliss and to hear Ravus whisper, moan and growl in her ear in between kissing and licking and playfully biting every inch of skin he could reach as he drove up into her as hard as he could and rub her clit just right. Not too hard, not too fast, but as if he was delicately conjuring her soul through her pussy was the greatest pleasure she had ever known and she didn’t care what he was saying to her in French, but the way he said it, the way it rolled off of his very gifted tongue and the way he could enrapture her mind, body and soul so easily, as easy as he breathed and leave her so desperate for him, desperate for more. Just one more touch, one more kiss, one more thrust, one more profession of love, of promise, of adoration, everything. How she was his everything and how he was going to love her and cherish her for as long as he lived and she had the utmost faith in every word. And she knew that she was going to love him for the rest of hers. She didn’t care if he lost his fortune or the hospital or anything. She would keep him and he would keep her. And that would be all that mattered.

In rapid succession Selena came, her shuddering cry of bliss was the most perfect sound in Ravus’ ears as he smiled victoriously that he was able to give her the greatest pleasure possible before Ravus’ own face scrunched up as he came himself, a grunting, hissing moan. His cock throbbing but since his injections, there were no loads, other than an extra load of precum before they both collapsed in the chair as they held each other as Selena let her head rest on his shoulder as they recovered.

Selena traced random designs on his skin around his chest hair that was starting to fill in nicely along with more muscle mass that had started to build just in the last few months since he graduated highschool and gotten back from the most epic summer vacation. It was as if he was a late bloomer. All the bulky muscle he had always wanted was finally filling in the way he wanted it to and he was having to buy new suits and shirts because his old ones no longer fit him the way he wanted them to, but thankfully that glorious cock of his stayed the same, much to Selena’s utter and complete delight.

The only thing that hadn’t grown was thankfully his feet so that meant the man didn’t need to buy new shoes. Which was his own guilty pleasure and obsession, especially dress shoes. While they had gone cross country all summer, he and Luche would hit up all the thrift stores and speciality shops looking for old shoes to restore and when they had been in L.A. They had hit the mother load. All these places that had all the shoes from the old stars of hollywood, whether they became famous or infamous or never even made it on the map. But their very expensive and very good quality shoes were left behind. One shop in particular was run by a couple of older gentlemen that were so happy to see some younger guys were into this kind of thing that they gave them the deals of a lifetime and even Tredd and of course Ignis came along and between Ravus and Ignis, Luche and Tredd got quite the crash course education on shoes, in particular old dress shoes as the four of them practically bought the store out and had to ship out most of them back home because they wouldn't fit with their former travel plans. Ravus and Ignis were the way about shoes the same way some women were about fashion and purses.

Of course that wasn't the only "obsession" Ravus and Ignis had shared with Luche and Tredd, Ravus' mother and of course his grandparents were avid fountain pen collectors and when Sylva's parents had passed, they went over her parent's very, very extensive fountain pen collection that was in the thousands of pens large, Ravus insisted that about two dozen of them go directly to Selena so she could "impress" her more "financially affluent" clients she was starting to get as Sylva happily let those precious few go to Selena, then the rest were picked through by Sylva, Lunafreya who was also an avid fountain pen enthusiast as well as Ravus and Ignis who then coached Luche and Tredd of all people who showed an interest in what he called "rich people shit", just like jewels, yahts, jets, shoes and the like, which amused Sylva who humored him enough to go through what made a good fountain pen and what made different pens valuable and what the more "famous" or well known "name brands" were and what inks were best for which pens and corralating inks to the pens themselves as Luna did the same thing with Selena so that Ravus could coach Luche through the same thing too as the rest were divided evenly and "put away" so that they could become an "inheritance" for the next generation.

Meanwhile Ravus wasn’t the only one who had gone through some changes over the course of the summer and now fall, Selena too seemed to fill in quite nicely, she had gained some weight over the summer, her hips had filled out and her derriere had plumped out and her breasts had grown, filled in and rounded out and while she had gone up a few dress sizes, Ravus couldn’t be happier about the developments. Like she had transformed from lithe teen to full blown woman and he was all too happy to replace every piece of clothing in her wardrobe so that she was comfortable and could embrace her current body.

And with Selena landing what in her opinion was the dream job at Fosters as a junior designer and was currently designing all her friend’s houses as Oak Creek Estates under the supervision of a woman named Samantha Leeds, who had taken Selena under her wing and was showing her the ropes and helping get all the classes at the local college. Selena had had the hardest time understanding CAD but when she finally figured it out. She quickly excelled.

“So what’s going on?” Selena asked after they seemed to recover but were in no need to change their positions or state of partial undress.

“Something stupid in office politics.” Ravus huffed.

“Ok…” Selena urged.

“Some of the board members are getting greedy, in particular Mr. Greed, they look at how much Project Recovery is making them and they’re seeing dollar signs at the other pharma we produce.” Ravus revealed.

“But I thought your mom had a pretty good stance that when it came to life saving drugs like insulin and other medications like it- that you put a cap on all those so they’re affordable to everyone.” Selena frowned.

“She did, but the other board members see Luche and I coming onto the board and think they can get to us and pit us against mother or pit us against each other- thinking their greed is going to be contagious or something or that we’re too young to know what we’re talking about and too inexperienced to have valid opinions.” Ravus grumped before he kissed her forehead sweetly, grateful he could bare his heart and soul like this to her so freely.

“Well that’s not going to work right?” Selena said as she raised her head to fix him with a look.

"No, it's just frustrating to deal with until they retire, although I can’t imagine dealing with Roman or Ainsley is going to get any better, all I hear is ‘chip off the old block’ when Rob talks about them." Ravus shook his head.

"Is there any way we can get Mr. Greed to retire early? Get some peace before Roman and Ainsley come on board or is it not just Mr. Greed that’s giving you all the headaches?" Selena hoped.

"I wish it was just him. But it’s not. It just...comes with the territory. Besides if there was a way to make Mr. Greed and the others to retire early, I'm pretty sure my mother would have done it already. They've been thorns in her sides most of her life and they’re proving to be thorns in ours as well." Ravus mused as Selena frowned deeper.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your problem to fix, but thank you for listening.” Ravus thanked her gratefully as he held her comfortably in his arms. “And thank you for this, this was the best surprise.” He smiled appreciatively as he nuzzled her face with his.

“You’re welcome.” Selena smiled happily.

“Hey you wanna go out to dinner?” Ravus asked hopefully. “We could see if Lu and Ada wanted to join us?” He asked.

“Sure,” Selena nodded as she and Ravus worked on getting straightened up as Selena pulled her dress down a bit more so it was a bit more modest and pinned the top up to a much more modest height and by the time they got squared away and unlocked the door they saw Ada coming out of Luche’s office dressed similarly to Selena and Luche himself had the same love drunk smile Ravus was wearing.

“Hey,” Selena greeted as both Selena and Ada blushed before they looked pointedly at each other’s shoes then back up to each other before they both tried to stifle their giggles because they both knew exactly why the other was wearing those heels as they beamed knowingly at each other.

“Dinner?” Ravus asked as he self consciously smoothed his hair as Luche did the same as Luche gave Ada a questioning look and smiled when she eagerly nodded her head.

“Oh yeah.” Luche agreed before they all hopped into Ravus’ new Land Rover and drove to the restaurant that piqued their interest and hunger.

“So how’s the wedding planning going?” Ravus asked Luche while they looked at the menus.

“Good, still deciding on invitations, although we've narrowed it down to three different choices.” Luche answered.

“We did agree to use the same venue Sylva used when she got married.” Ada revealed.

“Yeah, that’s the same venue we decided on too.” Selena smiled happily.

“Do you have any ideas what dress you’d want?” Selena asked.

“Actually yeah.” Ada nodded as she scooted closer to Selena in the booth to show her the dresses she had found on Pintrist.

“Oooh, I like that one.” Selena agreed.

“It’s just going to be a challenge to find one that doesn’t drown me out. Because I’m so short and petite, but I don’t want to walk down the aisle in like 7 inch heels just to not trip over the dress.” Ada confessed as Ravus nearly lost it Luche’s grin as he had that ‘I wouldn’t mind’ kind of expression.

“Are you excited to go back to Kleinfelds?” Selena asked.

“Very much so, I’m already packed.” Ada confessed.

That weekend, the whole crew went back to Klinefelds for Ada to do her dress shopping. As Sylva made sure that Ada’s parents and Luche’s parents were in the middle couch while the boys made sure to keep Luche preoccupied while all the girls happily rallied around Ada as they all had their own ideas of what Ada should wear while Morgan got Sylva’s picks and other dresses into the room.

“Ok, this is Crowe’s pick.” Morgan said as she brought Ada out in the first dress.

“Aww,” they all awwed.

“You’re drowning in it though Love.” Ada’s mother noted as others kind of grimaced and nodded in agreement.

“So what do you love about this dress?”

“I love the bling, I love the tiered layers, it’s just a little too poofy.” Ada offered Morgan.

“Ok, so let’s try again, we’ll be right back.” Morgan offered the crew.

“Ok, so this is a mermaid, fit and flare,” Morgan announced as she brought Ada back out.

“It looks amazing, I just can’t really move because it’s so restrictive.” Ada realized as the rest of her family put in their 2 cents about it before she was back and tried even more, trying on her mom’s picks, Linda’s picks then finally getting to Sylva’s picks but Sylva made sure that Morgan didn’t tell Ada that they were her pick’s and instead urged Morgan to introduce them as her picks before sneaking one into Morgan’s hands that was brand new that had not been there when they had been there last.

Ada softly gasped when she saw it, it was perfect, it had the tiered layers but it also had lace and glitter and just a little bit of everything. It was perfect and when she put it on, she couldn’t help but cry. It was a soft, blushed ivory. It complemented her red hair and her skin tone gorgeously. She felt like a proper bride in this and she could see in her mind- so clearly- how Luche would probably cry tears of happiness if he saw her in this. This was it, this was the one.

“There’s that smile.” Morgan grinned victoriously as she looked at Ada in the mirror after she cinched the corset back closed and got it looking like Ada was born into this dress.

“This is it, even if all of them hate it, this is it.” Ada insisted.

“Well then let’s show them.” Morgan insisted.

Everyone could tell that Ada’s smile practically came from her toes, she was practically glowing with happiness as Sylva got choked up which caused Linda and Ada’s mom Amelia to start crying as all the girls started gasping and cooing before Morgan happily snagged an appropriate veil and put it on her and that’s when they were all practically sobbing.

“It’s perfect Love, absolutely perfect. It has those tiers that you love and the lace is so romantic.” Amelia cried as she squeezed her husband- Richard’s hand who was also getting choked up as they passed a box of tissues down the line.

“You look stunning Ada, really, just perfectly beautiful.” Linda praised as she had already made her peace with Ada being a daughter in law.

“And it still has enough sparkle and glitter to it, that even in low light, you’ll glitter like the jewel you are.” Sylva added.

“So, are you saying yes to the dress?” Morgan asked.

“Yes, I’m saying yes to this dress.” Ada confirmed happily before Amelia got up off the couch and hugged her daughter tightly before her dad hugged her tightly too along with her brother who had also been flown in for the event with his fiance.

A week later, Hazel and Sylva returned to Klinefelds as Sylva had flown out Hazel’s sister Mei and her mother Huan and her dad Tommy along with Titus' mother Helen and Titus’ sister Jenny in for the appointment. Helen and the rest of her family had been all too happy to welcome Hazel into the fold. Once Titus was thirty and then almost 40, Helen gave up on the idea that Titus would ever get married and settle down, especially when the rest of her children were giving her grandchildren at this point but it seemed she was too hasty when Titus finally met Hazel and seemed to get with the program and settle down “properly”.

Meanwhile Huan and Tommy were also over the moon that Hazel was finally settling down and even though Billy wasn’t wild about the age difference at first, the more he and Titus got to know each other, the better they got along, Tommy was happy that Titus made Hazel happy in addition to Titus’ character and stability and profession and Huan was so happy to learn that Titus was a good man, who had a house and was planning on building another with Hazel and when Titus and Hazel adopted Brutus who was Kona, Kahlua and Sasha’s sibling, while Tredd and Stella adopted Brutus’ brother King. To Huan- a grand-dog was close enough to a grandchild, for now. While she was always proud of Hazel for earning her own way though the world and earning enough to take care of them in their retirement, she had been on Hazel since she was in her twenties to have someone take care of her. And it seems Titus had finally come along and to do just that.

“So what are you looking for?” Meredith asked Hazel after everyone had been introduced.

“I’m looking for a very simple, not too many embellishments, comfortable, light weight wedding dress. Titus and I are getting married at the beach next May, right after school lets out, because he is highschool football coach. It’s going to be a very small, intimate wedding with just family and really close friends.” Hazel answered.

“Aww, that’s awesome, is there a price point we’re comfortable with?”

“Ten thousand.” Hazel answered.

“Ooh, more than enough to work with, well let’s go.” Meredith urged as she brought Hazel back into a dressing room to get changed before she went hunting for the perfect dress.

“Simple, light, comfortable.” Meredith echoed over and over again as she combed through the back room, her almost encyclopedic knowledge of the backroom to her aid as she went through all the dresses before she found several that would fit those criteria.

Charlotte came into the bridal shop, a giddy grin on her face as she came and “snuck up” on her family as Sylva turned her head and smiled at the newcomer.

“Surprise!” Charlotte announced to her family.

“Charlie?!” Tommy smiled happily as he got up and gathered up his daughter into his large arms. She may have been a wanted criminal and fugitive, but he was always happy to see her and to him, she would always be his "little Charlie".

“I thought you were overseas?” Tommy asked.

“And miss this? Nah, it’s Hazel’s first big day before the big big day, I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” Charlotte happily murmured into her dad’s chest before Tommy put his arm around his daughter’s shoulders and introduced her to Titus’ family who were completely oblivious as to Charlotte’s true identity as Charlotte sat next to Sylva.

“It’s nice to see you again. Different kind of exciting this time,” Sylva offered with a mischievous grin that Charlotte mirrored.

“I take it you didn’t get any kind of trouble from the last time we were in each other’s company.” Charlotte offered.

“Nope, not a peep, thank you.” Sylva reassured her.

“You’re welcome, this was wonderful, thanks for letting me know, when you get to know their wedding arrangements, forward them to this number, I doubt the groom would be comfortable with Gil and I coming but I want to send them a proper wedding gift that won't be on any kind of gift registry, at least domestically.” Charlotte nodded as she handed Sylva a slip of paper written in Mandarin as Sylva read it quickly, nodded and put it into her billfold just as Hazel came out in her first dress and stopped when she saw Charlotte.

“Charlie?” Hazel gasped in excitement as she saw her sister.

“Hey you, don’t you look beautiful.” Charlie greeted as she set her large, heavy purse on the seat and came over and embraced her sister.

“I didn’t think I would see you again.” Hazel admitted as she hugged her sister tight.

“Sylva invited me, hope you don’t mind.” Charlotte explained.

“Nope, not at all.” Hazel readily assured her sister.

“Is Gil here too?” Hazel asked.

“He’s doing business, as usual, plus I don’t think Dad would be cool and I know your fiance wouldn't be cool if Gil and I showed up to the wedding itself, so this is the best I can do and this is exposed enough without making things difficult or uncomfortable or "unsafe".” Charlotte excused.

“I get it, I'm still really happy to see you and that you're here. It means a lot, especially to Mom and Dad, and of course me as well.” Hazel nodded as Charlotte nodded in unison.

“So is this your dress?” Charlotte asked, changing the subject.

“This is just the first one, you came just in time.” Hazel answered.

“Well then let’s get to it.” Charlotte insisted as she returned to her seat.

“So this is dress number one. What do we think?” Meredith asked.

“It’s nice, I’m not in love with it, but it’s nice.” Hazel answered honestly.

“It makes you look like you’re wearing a tent.” Huan criticized as Helen and Jenny nearly choked on their spit and looked at Huan in alarm as Charlotte akept her snickering quiet enough to pass it off as a cough as Mei just rolled her eyes and complained to her mom in Mandarin that she was being too harsh.

“You don’t look like you’re wearing a tent, but the cut isn’t quite right. You need a more flattering shape to the fabric.” Charlotte offered.

“Agreed.” Sylva nodded.

“Well, that’s what first dresses are all about, finding what elements can work and what elements won’t.” Meredith explained before they tried on a few different picks as Charlotte looked around as did Sylva at the other dresses on display at the other dresses in the store.

“That one,” Charlotte and Sylva said at the same time once they both locked eyes on it and pointed to it.

“Well go get it then, bring it to her, it will mean more to her if you do.” Sylva encouraged before Charlotte got up and strutted across the floor to get the dress in question before she asked to see which room her sister was in before she came to the appropriate dressing room, a security guard shadowing her.

“Try this one.” Charlotte suggested as she handed the dress over to her sister as Hazel gasped softly when she saw it before Charlotte saw her way out and went back to the group and waived the security guard back a little farther so his presence was not felt by everyone else.

“And?” Sylva prodded.

“She had the gasp and the smile.” Charlotte answered as she checked her phone.

“Please let this be the one, I’m running out of time.” Charlotte whispered as she looked at the time on her phone and read the messages her henchmen were sending her as they stood guard a short distance away as her driver himself was scanning the police channels as Gil’s other men were monitoring the area.

Hazel came out a short time later, wearing a smile that shamed the sun, moon and stars as everyone else gasped and oohed and awed.

“Now that’s the dress, you look exquisite Hazel.” Huan finally complimented as Charlotte and Sylva gave each other a meaningful smile as Hazel nearly burst into tears as Jenny and Helen were already crying too.

“It’s perfect, but still incomplete.” Hazel began as she stood up and pulled a special box from her bag and took out a set of jade jewelry and put it on Hazel as Huan and Mei cooed and practically giggled as they put it on her as Charlotte gave Hazel a special sachet as well before Charlotte’s phone chimed.

“Do you have to go?” Hazel asked as Charlotte’s eyes watered as she tried to put on a brave, happy smile but nodded yes.

“Thank you for coming and for all of this. Thank you for being my sister. I love you so much.” Hazel thanked her as the two hugged before Charlotte got to hug every member of her family as Sylva got to get a quick picture of them all together, both with Charlotte’s phone as well as other members of her family so that each one would have a picture of this moment to treasure forever before the Henchmen came over and cleared their throats to get Charlotte’s attention as Charlotte hugged her parents, specifically her dad one last time.

“I have to go, I love you.” Charlotte bid her family before she used her handkerchief to dry her eyes and left with the henchmen as her driver was already anxiously out front, waiting to take his Empress back to a safer, less ‘exposed’ space.

“How come she couldn’t stay?” Helen asked.

“She’s a very busy woman. She lives half a world away and she probably had to fly back pretty soon, and security at the airports is a nightmare.” Sylva delicately excused as she waived it off.

“But now that we found the dress and the veil and obviously the jewelry. Let’s get settled up and get dinner shall we?” Sylva encouraged with a bright happy smile.

When Sylva came back home from flying and taking care of all the other guests, she came home to see all of her kids and their fiances and their friends as they had made a really nice dinner for everyone as Pelna and Yasmine, Gladio and Pashmina, Prompto and Cindy, Luche and Ada, Libertus and Crowe and Craig and Iris were on their way as well as Luche’s family and Ada’s family.

“Hey! So how did it go?” Luna asked as she gave her mom a big hug.

“Good, Charlotte came and surprised Hazel and the family.” Sylva revealed which caused everyone to freeze and look at each other worriedly.

“Charlotte Stevens?” Luna asked, taken aback by the news.

“Oh don’t look so surprised, when Charlotte and Gil used the jet they left a single phone number for the pilot to give to me and said I get to use it once. And I knew Charlotte wouldn’t want to miss the milestone in Hazel’s life because Charlotte knows she probably won't be welcome at the wedding since Cor is one of Titus' groomsmen, so I used it and told Charlotte the plan and she was very grateful for the invitation since no one else in her family knew how to get a hold of her to tell her. Besides, Titus’ family was blissfully ignorant of who she really was and Hazel’s family got to have a nice little reunion within the realitive safety confine of a public space and Charlotte got to see Hazel in her wedding dress as a good sister should. It was fine, I mean she had to be carrying four guns on her and who knows how many knives on her person, she had to have two guns in her outfit and at least another two in her purse and her four henchmen were armed to the teeth as well and she could only stay for about an hour but Hazel found the dress and everyone gave it their stamp of approval and Charlotte gifted Hazel some really pretty jade jewelry which is customary for a Chinese bride to receive which honored that part of her heritage and traditions, which was really nice, it was a lovely time.” Sylva waived off as she got the picture and showed everyone the family picture she took.

“She has got to have the biggest balls in the world.” Tredd noted, impressed when he saw the picture.

“She’s got you beat, that’s for sure.” Stella teased.

“She’s got everyone beat.” Sylva laughed.

“So is this everyone or are more coming?” Sylva asked.

“More are coming.” Luna reported.

“How many more?” Sylva asked before her doorbell rang and slowly then all at once, everyone came as everyone started pulling all the components at the table, setting it up for a large extended friends and family meal before Luche and Ada came in last, both of them having anxious smiles on their faces.

“Is everything ok?” Sylva asked Luche as she tried to keep her knowing smile to a minimum.

“Yeah, yeah, everythings great.” Luche reassured her.

“You sure?” Sylva asked as she looked from Luche to Ada who had the same anxious smile on her face.

“Ok, so we have some news and we wanted everyone to be around to make the announcement and we don’t exactly know how it’s going to be received.” Luche hinted.

“If it’s what I think it is, I will do my best to lead the way in accepting the announcement with all the happiness and joy that such an announcement garners. But I also want to be the first to offer my congratulations.” Sylva reassured them both.

“Thank you.” Luche and Ada breathed in relief.

“Come on, dinner is getting cold.” Sylva encouraged them before they all came into the kitchen where everyone was getting something to drink with their dinner.

“So Luche and I chose wedding invitations!” Ada happily announced as she handed every couple an invitation as well as one to her parents and one to Luche’s parents as well.

“Wait, I thought we agreed on May 18th, this is in December..only three months, it’s the weekend before Nyx and Luna’s wedding?” Linda pointed out.

“Well that brings us to announcement number two. We’re pregnant, or rather Ada is.” Luche announced as there was just a hint of nervousness to his excitement as Sylva was the first to squeal, almost an excited scream in delight, only half a second before Crowe did which got everyone else to cheer joyfully as Sylva came over and hugged them both and offered her first “official” congratulations which got Linda and Ada’s mother Amelia and Linda to get over their initial shock and plaster on happy smiles and congratulate them before Ada was swarmed by the girls with hugs and congrats as the first ultrasound pictures were passed around that she had gotten the day before.

“So how far along are you?” Sylva asked.

“Ten weeks.” Ada announced as Tredd, Nyx and Ravus shared a rather knowing smile, but no money was passed between the three because Tredd and Ravus had “seen it” when Sylva had as well. Crowe especially was super happy because she wasn’t the only one pregnant anymore as her own little baby bump had seemed to pop out since her own wedding.

“Baby bump!” Crowe happily cheered as she gently bumped her little baby bump into Ada’s belly which got Ada to giggle as the two hugged tightly and couldn’t stop laughing.

“Congratulations man!” Libertus congratulated Luche as he hugged him super tightly.

“Thanks.” Luche laughed into the hug before he got more congratulations from everyone else as even Tredd was, for once, gracious.

“So what are you hoping for?” Tredd asked.

“A healthy baby and a non complicated delivery.” Luche answered honestly.

“Good. Ok, everyone listen up! Taking bets on due dates and gender, where’s a white board?” Tredd suddenly turned, raising his voice to shout over everyone as he received a mixture of laughter and groans from some of the adults as Sylva laughed the hardest as Tredd took the whiteboard off the fridge and the little marker and erased all the important reminders after taking a pic of what was on it so none of it would be lost.

“Ok so that technically puts Crowe five months ahead of Ada so if gestation is 40 weeks, that’s basically ten months and Ada is already ten of those 38-40 weeks in- that puts us at...holy shit you’re due on your original wedding date- May 18th. OK, So, taking bets on three day spreads May 18th, 19th and 20th? Any takers?” Tredd continued undeterred.

“You asshole, I announce my fiance is pregnant and you immediately turn it into a bet?” Luche laughed, not surprised by his friend’s behavior, but was hoping he would have at least five minutes before Tredd turned into “The Lovable Douche Asshole”, the lovable part was questionable though most of the time.

“May 12th through the 15th, and a boy and the winner gets bragging rights but all the money and proceeds go to Luche and Ada.” Sylva said as she fished several hundred dollar bills out of her wallet and handed them to Ada before discretely handing Tredd another one too.

“Sweet, first better, Sylva Caelum, May 12th through the 15th and a boy.” Tredd repeated as he wrote that down and put a note in his phone.

“Oh what the hell. Twenty quid on the 16th-19th and I want a granddaughter so I’m betting on a girl.” Amelia offered as she handed Luche and Ada the money with a laugh of her own.

“May 9th-12th, a boy.” Ignis said as he handed Luche a few hundred dollars as well.

“May 19 through the 21st and a boy as well.” Luna giggled as she handed the couple a few hundred dollars too.

“May 14th through the 17th, boy as well.” Ravus added as he gave Luche most of the money in his wallet.

“Amelia it looks like if it is a girl, you’re getting amazing odds, five to one, that’s pretty awesome.” Tredd grinned at Amelia.

“Oh hell, I say May 21st through the 24th, also a girl.” Linda added as she gave Luche and Ada some money too as soon Luche and Ada were holding wads of cash and laughing as their friends were giving them money as Tredd was taking “bets” from everyone as everyone joined in on this impromptu gamble.

“Ok, so this isn’t so bad.” Ada had to confess to Luche as they tried to organize their “winnings” into a “gift bag” that Sylva had on hand before they all sat down to eat dinner as Luche nodded his agreement to that. That had gone way better than he was fearing as Selena, Stella and Luna all looked at their fiances with thinly veiled suspicion as they were looking at each other knowingly as they also noticed that Sylva also seemed particularly smug as they all happily enjoyed a very nice friends and family dinner as they discussed baby shower ideas as well as when to plan all the bridal showers and such and made a new, accelerated timeline.

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Letting Loose

Part SIXTEEN 

This series is TICKLE related.

Series Summary:  You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.

A/N: I’m so excited to be writing this series! This is my first time writing one and I’m a bit nervous but I hope it all goes well. :)  Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 3,525

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2 weeks have passed, and the confession was mutually forgotten. Things had gotten back to normal. This morning you had woken up with a strong urge to prank. It happened sometimes. You began to think of who would be your next victim when you recalled an incident that occurred yesterday when you were playing kickball with the team in the backyard. You grinned evilly and jumped out of bed, brushed your teeth and went downstairs to eat breakfast with the team. 

It was about 11:45 when you decided to go ahead with your plan. You wanted Peter to join you but when you went in his room to check on him, the sleepy head was fast asleep. You rolled your eyes with a smirk and proceeded to head into the changing room, where everyone’s suits were. 

It was hard to miss the big red and blue shield that was laying against the wall next to your brother’s suit. You grinned as you grabbed the shield and made your way to your room. You had a plan to paint it a nice green and white, with a sunflower replacing the star. 

It was when you were carrying it through the kitchen that Steve walked in. You both stopped in your tracks, looking at each other for a few long seconds. Your eyes were slightly widened and his were deeply narrowed. 

“Y/n,,, what are you doing with my shield?” Steve slowly asked, confusion masking his features. You slowly put the shield behind your back as if it wasn’t too late already. 

“...Nothing!” You chirped, feeling nervous already; but then you remembered the reason why you’re doing this. “Just thought I’d give this a little makeover since you kept purposely hitting me with the ball yesterday.” You said, smiling extra wide. Steve raised his eyebrows at you, tilting his head down with his jaw slightly dropped. 

“Oh, so that’s how you’re gonna play.” He chortled. 

“You started it!” You giggled accusingly, holding the shield tighter in your hands. Steve straightened up with a hum, looking straight at you with a mischevious glint in his eyes.

“Well. Then I guess I have to finish it too, don’t I.” He quipped, smirking when you quickly got the message and booked it to your room and immediately went after you.

You were letting out nervous laughter as you ran as fast as you could. You could hear his heavy footsteps thundering behind you and it made all the nervousness pile in your stomach. You could already feel the ghost tickles on your sides and it didn’t help at all. You took the long way to your room, hoping all the turns in the hallways would throw him off but unfortunately he was still gaining on you. 

“Steve plehehehease!” You pleaded, getting closer to your room. You could hear him chuckling behind you and you tried to run even faster. You were sure you weren’t going as fast as you normally can, but the heavy shield was slowing you down just a bit. When you got to your room, you dropped the shield quickly so you could turn to close and lock the door but Steve quickly barged in and scooped you up. “NOhohoho pleheheHEHEASEE! HAHAHAHA!” You burst into laughter as Steve wasted no time in digging deeply into your sides. He smirked at your attempts to get out of his hold by flopping around like a fish.

“Enjoying your date with the Tickle Monster Y/n?” He teased, sitting on your mattress and lifting your shirt to blow a very ticklish raspberry. You hung your head back as you cackled, helplessly pushing at his head. 

“NOHOHO! LET ME GOHOHOOO!” You squeal, shaking your head. Steve gasped loudly and grabbed you under your arms and slammed you onto the mattress, pinning you with his weight. 

“You’re not?!?!” He asked incredulously. You were giggling uncontrollably, very aware that his hands were still under your arms. You kept your arms firmly pressed to your sides, your laughter going up an octave at the fact that he wasn’t even doing anything. It made you extremely nervous. 

“STEHEHEVE STOHOHOP IT!” You screamed in hysterics. Steve laughed along with you and shook his head.

“I’m not even doing anything yet!!” He laughed, suddenly blowing a raspberry on your neck to catch you by surprise. You shrieked and shrugged your shoulder up. 

“LIAHAHAHAR!” 

Steve giggled and began to move his fingers that were trapped under your arms. You threw your head back as you laughed, not being able to kick your feet out because of his weight on you. “I can’t believe you’re not enjoying your time with Tickle Monster! I must be doing something wrong.” He hummed, pulling his hands out and getting off you briefly to grab your legs. You squealed as you tried to kick your legs out of his grip but it was no use. “Maybe this’ll change your mind.” He smirked before gripping your ankle and using his other hand to squeeze your thighs. 

You began to let out deep belly laughter as you twisted all around your bed, begging for him to stop. “STEHEHEHEVE PLEHEHEASE I CAHAHANT!” You yelled, shrieking when he dug his thumbs into your hips. 

“But this is so much fun! And I still need to get your belly and your feet!” He giggled, skittering his fingers under your shirt to attack your belly. You instantly brought your knees to your chest out of reflex and squealed. Steve always knew exactly how to tickle your belly. It was always gentle but he would find a way to make it tickle like hell. Your laughter was going hoarse and you began wheezing more often, so Steve decided to give you a minute to breathe. You sucked in as much air as you could, and when you mostly recovered, you tried to wiggle out from under him. “Ah ah ah.” He scolded, bending down to nibble at your neck to stop you.

You squealed loudly and shrugged your shoulders. “OKAhahahy okay okahahay!” You giggled, panting as he leaned back again. “Plehehase no more, I can’t tahahake it!” 

“What’s the magic word?” he smirked. 

“Plehease!” You said. 

“Nope!” Steve yelped, nibbling at your neck again and blowing a raspberry. 

“AHAHA! NOHOHOOO DONT DO THIHIS!” You pleaded.

“What’s the magic word then, y/n?” He asked again. Why did he have to be in such a playful mood today? You hummed, desperately seeking for a word that could possibly be it. Steve began to lightly drag his fingers up and down your sides to make this more unbearable to you. You arched your back and tried your best to stifle your giggles. “I’ll give you a clue. It’s sssssss...” 

“SORRYHYHY!” You yelled. Steve laughed and got off you.

“And are you gonna steal my shield again?” He asked, raising his brow at you. You shook your head letting out residual giggles. 

“Nohohoho. I prohomise.” Steve smiled fondly and kissed your forehead before picking up his shield. 

“Apology accepted then.” He said with a smile and left your room. You sighed in relief and laid on your bed for a couple more minutes to regain your strength. 

“So not fair.” You sighed exhaustedly.

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About half an hour later, you were in Peter’s room helping him clean up. His room was a mess and Tony said he wasn’t allowed to go patrolling until it was clean. You had offered to help him clean up and he had gladly accepted. 

In 20 minutes, you both had finished up and his room was looking even neater than yours. You both high fived and helped him get ready. “Thanks again, y/n/n. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

‘Yeah no problem. You got enough web fluid?”

“Yep!” 

“Okay. See you later, and be careful ok?” You said, watching as he lifted his window up and crawled out.

“I will. Bye!” He smiled before jumping off the building and swinging away. You sighed and made your way to the kitchen to get a snack before going up to your room and reading a few pages of the new book that Bucky had gotten you on a mission. 

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As you were reading your book, you suddenly feel the walls tremble a little, and the possessions in your room start to shake. You look up in confusion, since that only happens when the Quinjet lands, and even then it doesn’t usually tremble so much like this. No one was on a mission either, so you were confused as to what that could be. 

You stand up and go to your window, pulling the curtains away and look outside. Your eyes widen and you gasp loudly. “No WAY!” You yell, sprinting out the door and down the stairs. 

As you race past the kitchen, Steve is sitting at the island. “Hey y/n/n, look who’s-”

“I know!!” You squeal and run outside to the landing site, squinting your eyes at the strong wind that the ship is blowing as it lands to the ground. The Milano!  The door to the ship drops down and reveals the best team in the galaxy (don’t tell the avengers)  “PETEEEER!” You yell as you run towards the ship to meet Star Lord. “Kid! Long time no see!”  You greet everyone, especially Gamora and Drax. You haven’t seen them in years!! Ever since you were 7 years old. You notice someone else is in the ship after you say hi to Rocket, and you ask who she is. 

“Hello, I am Mantis!” She says, giving you a weird smile. You smile back and giggle. “Hi Mantis. I’m y/n. Your antennae are so cool!!” You say, watching as her face lights up. At this moment, Peter swings in and lands not too far from the ship. 

“Hey guys, I’m back. What’s going on here?” He asks. “Wooooah. Are you guys the Guardians of the Galaxy?” He asked, amazed. The team then subtly tries to pose in a heroic stance as a team, looking off into nothing. 

“Why yes. We are.” Quill says, taking a step closer to Peter, offering his hand. “The name’s Peter. Peter Quill. People call me Star Lord.” Peter shakes his hand with a grin. 

“That is so cool. I’m Peter too! But my last name is Parker.” He says awkwardly. You giggle at the exchange and watch as the rest of the guardians introduce themselves to Peter. 

“Are you guys staying the night?” You ask hopefully. Peter smiles and nods.

“Yup! We’ll stay a night. We need to be on our way by tomorrow morning.” You’re a bit disappointed that it’s such little time, but you’re happy that they’ll be at least staying a bit. 

While the guardians go inside to greet the team, you, Peter, and Ruby Anne stay behind with Mantis and have fun asking her questions and stuff. You take her close to the trees where Wanda grows a nice garden with lots of flowers and you all sit down at a bench to talk. Mantis goes on to talk about her home planet and how she helped the guardians defeat Ego. It was all so interesting and Peter was geeking out about how there are so many other life forms in the universe.

“Wow. I wish we could travel to all the planets.” Peter hummed. “Ooh. It’d be so cool if like, there were other universes but they were like, the same. you know? Like in each universe there was you, and Tony, and everyone. And there would be like, a bunch of Spidermen, one in each universe you know? And there would be some way to like, cross universes and meet up with all the Spider people. And we would all look like different people and get our powers in different ways but still have the same powers. That would be so cool.” He said, leaning back on the bench.

You nodded, raising your eyebrows. “That would be cool.” You sighed. 

“Yeah, too bad that’s a far fetch. I doubt there would be more than one person who happened to get but by a radioactive spider.” Ruby sighed. You and Peter hummed in agreement and bobbed your heads.

Bucky called for all of you to come in after that. “Guys! Dinner’s ready!”

“Coming!”

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You all ate at the table, catching up with the guardians and filling each other in on things and having a lot of laughs. After dinner, you helped Pepper clean up and do the dishes. Rocket had reached the computer room and somehow managed to play Peter’s soundtrack all over the compound. You didn’t mind though, it gave you something to hum along to as you cleaned up.

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As you were fixing up your room a bit for the sleepover you, Pete and Ruby Anne were going to have, Peter poked his head through the door and smiled. You returned the gesture and motioned for him to come in. 

Peter walked in slowly, taking a look around your bedroom. “It’s changed much since I’ve last been here. You’re so big now!” He said smiling fondly, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. 

You smiled widely and hopped on your bed, leaning your back against the headboard. “Yyyup!” You say smugly. “I’ve changed a lot since then.” 

Peter mirrors your smirk and tilts his head. “Are you sure? You seem the same: small, sweet and cuddly.” He teased, pinching your cheek. You groan with a deep blush, crossing your arms.

“Well, I’m not! Like I said, I’ve changed a lot these past few years, I’m not the same person I was.” You say tilting your chin up.

Peter looks away with a small grin, shrugging his shoulders. “Awww well that’s a shame. I remember when you were so innocent and kind, and when I’d used to play hide and seek with you, and give you piggy back rides, and I’d used to give you raspberries on your belly,” He chuckled at the memory. “You used to love those.” 

You shrugged as if none of it mattered, but of course it did. “Well, I’ve moved on from that.” 

“Really? You sure? You’re... not even ticklish anymore?” He asked, with a tone of voice that even after all these years, you still recognized as dangerous. Still, you couldn’t just give up now, you could still win this. Right?

“Nope. I grew out of that.” You say, a confident smile gracing your features. 

“Is that so?” He asked slowly, staring at you intensely through slightly narrowed eyes. Then he quickly looked away, nodding his head as if he was processing your words before quickly turning back to you. “Well,,,, a little bird just happened to tell me something of the opposite.” He hummed, raising his eyebrows at your “crap’’ face before attacking your belly. You shriek and fall into hysterics, sliding down the headboard and trying your best to curl up into a ball. “Oh, you were so right. You definitely outgrew this.” He smirked, scratching his fingers right above your belly button. 

You were already lost in laughter, letting out all kinds of squeals and giggles, halfheartedly slapping at his hands. “PLeheheHEHEASE!” Peter laughed along with you and slipped his hands under your shirt, expertly drilling his fingers in between the ribs, making you yelp and arch your back, your laughter booming out of your chest. “NOHOHO NOHOT MY RIHIHIBS!” You squeal, throwing your head back in ticklish agony.

Peter chuckled and kept it up. “Why not the ribs? Huh?” He asked and lifted your shirt to nibble your lower ribs while holding your wrists to the sides of your head. You startled cackling, kicking your legs out desperately. You couldn’t even yell out protests since all that came out of your mouth was laughter. 

Peter sat up and started attacking your neck, scratching under your chin, making you let out loud squeaks. Whenever you’d try to grab his hands, they’d quickly go to poke your belly, surprising you every time, then going back to your neck. “Ihihihi CAHAHahahant!” You giggled, feeling your muscles turn to mush. Peter found it adorable.

“Awww, I’ve missed your laugh! It’s so cute!” He said, blowing raspberry after raspberry on your belly like he used to do. This made your laughter hysterical again, making you desperately push at his head.

“STOHOHOHOP IHIHIT!” You squealed, sucking in as much air when he sat back for a moment.

“But you used to love these! When you were a baby you’d always laugh and say ‘Again! Again!’ You’d never get enough!” He smiled, chuckling when you blushed deeply again. 

“NOHOHOT ANYMOHOHORE!” You cried. You do. You actually do. Peter smirked and blew one last raspberry, relishing in the sound of your adorable laughter before sitting up and leaning to the side. 

“Aww, ok ok fine.” He says, grabbing you and pulling you into a hug. You were still giggling, making yourself limp in his arms. Peter chuckled and rested his head on yours for a bit. You finally caught your breath and closed your eyes with a relaxed smile on your face. You both stayed there for a few more moments before you spoke up.

“I’ve really missed you.” You say, hugging him tightly. Peter looks down at you and smiles. “Thank you for coming over and staying the night.” 

“Of course,” He starts. “I missed you too Squirt.” He shifts a bit to lay against the headboard, taking you with him. “I know we haven’t been coming to visit regularly, and I’m sorry for that. I’ve missed a lot of years of your life.”

“It’s okay.”

“But it’s not. I’m sorry. We’ve just been so busy, trying to escape bounty hunters, Nova Corps, old enemies, even.... even family. My dad. Then so much other stuff came on and... time flew by.” He shrugged sadly. “That’s not an excuse but, I just don’t want you to think we didn’t come back because we didn’t wanna see you. We love you so much.”

You looked up and gave him a reassuring smile. “I didn’t think that. It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re here now.” 

Peter smiled gratefully and stroked his fingers through your hair before there was a knock on your door. Gamora showed herself in and smiled at the 2 of you. “Hey. Mind if I borrow Peter for a bit?” You shook your head and got off his lap, letting him stand up. You grabbed his arm to tell him something discreetly.

“I’m glad you two are finally a thing.” You whisper, wearing a small smirk. Peter returns it and nods. 

“Me too. An unspoken thing but,, we’ll get there.” He said, waving off the last part before joining Gamora. You smiled slightly and sighed before going down to the kitchen for a bit to hang out with everyone.

———

“Are. You. Ready.” You started, standing next to Peter whole narrowing your eyes at Ruby Anne who was standing a few feet from you. “For the insanely dramatic, extremely extraordinary, inevitable fun you’re about to have on your FIRST sleepover?!?” You asked her with excitement. Ruby smirked and nodded slightly.

“A bit underwhelming but, Great!” Peter shrugged, pulling out a thumbs up and turning around to pull out a stack of UNO cards.

After some games, the three of you found yourselves bundled up in blankets watching a movie together before falling asleep until the next morning.

——

After breakfast, you all had to say goodbye to the guardians, as they were about to leave. Everyone said their goodbyes, and you walked up to the team with a sad frown. Peter patted your head before pulling you into a hug after you said bye to Gamora,Rocket and Drax. You hugged him tightly and closed your eyes.

“I’m gonna miss you.” You sighed. Peter smiled lightly at you and rubbed your back.

“Don’t worry y/n/n. Now that everything is settled down a bit, We’ll come to visit a lot more often. I promise.” He said. You smiled at this, flashing your teeth and nodded.

“Ok! I can’t wait.”

Mantis called you from afar, making you step over to her. She pulled out a sort of large smooth rock with googly eyes glued on and a sprout taped onto the top. You giggled at the sight and looked up at her.

“I deeply appreciate the time you spent with me out in the garden. So I went to one of the offices and gathered some supplies to apply these little eyes to this nice rock I found outside. So I made this new little friend for you. As a parting gift!” She said, smiling widely at you.

You felt a warm feeling inside as you gladly accepted the rock. “Wow... thank you Mantis! It’s so cute! I shall name him.... Stick.” You nodded, watching as her face lit up even more.

“That is a wonderful name y/n! I hope to see you again soon.” She said before joining the guardians on the ship.

“Bye!” You waved.

You watched the Milano leave into the sky with a smile on your face, already excited for their next visit.

[fanfictiondreamscape]

First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 4)

Title: First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 4)

Genre: do I have to say it? FLOOF, MY FRIENDS.

Pairing: Kuroo/Kenma/Taketora/Lev x Reader (separate) 

Notes: Okay, I have to say this. This one may be my overall favorite next to the Karasuno first years collection. I have no valid reason to say why, but I love Nekoma and Fukurodani. The Tokyo schools are the ones that are HUGE standouts and are so interesting to me, though there isn’t much other information than what’s provided in the wiki. 

Like, I love information and absorbing it and I’ve read through both so many times, it’s getting annoying. Can anyone help with gathering more information? 

Otherwise, I realize that my writing has taken a severe nosedive. At least to me. So, I apologize in advance if these kinda suck. (I’m also super sorry for this being so late! Tons of crap had been holding me from typing this up.) 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Masterlist

Kuroo Tetsurou

this teASE-

he’d definitely want someone very cute and small

possibly shy, but not necessarily

also someone willing to try new things

(though this isn’t what will essentially draw him to his s/o)

otherwise, i feel that the kiss would happen during a date

something like dinner and walk 

or a movie and dinner 

maybe even a trip to the amusement park

which is where  we begin

though the night was fun, it was coming to an end

kuroo would have been teasing, chatting with you and his friends, and enjoying the time that the group has spent

some people are starting to split off

you two aren’t in that group just yet

it isn’t until you pause for some ice cream that you two momentarily separate

you were in a group with bokuto, akaashi, hinata and tsukishima

and while tsukishima was trying not to snap hinata’s neck 

and bokuto was staying close to (hanging off of) akaashi

you and kuroo were eating your ice cream peacefully

(though kuroo was fighting the urge to jump in and join bokuto in his extravagance)

it wasn’t until someone accidentally hit you that you two had to split

your ice cream would have hit your face

(yes, you are that short. don’t @ me.) 

and gotten everywhere

like...

it’s up your nose and almost in your eyes

and it’s a total mess.

you don’t cry, but you are embarrassed

and while the passerby apologized, you also couldn’t help but silently curse them.

kuroo noticed your expressions

and how you got dejected when you got hit

so he took you by the shoulder and told the guys that you’d be back after a few minutes.

since it was an amusement park, there are no complete bathrooms

but there are waterbottles, napkins, and car mirrors.

so he had to improvise. 

he gave you what you needed and helped you as much as he could,

but your embarrassment was preventing you from leaving just yet.

you knew that you two were far from done for the night, seeing as it was only hitting 7:30 pm

but you also knew that you didn’t want to risk something like that happening again.

so when your face was cleaned, you laid back while kuroo held your hand.

he tried to leave, but he noticed your grip tighten.

no sound needed to be heard from you to confirm what both of you were thinking

‘i/they don’t want to go back just yet.’

the area was quiet as kuroo walked back and hugged you, one which you returned

short sighs was all that could be heard for a few minutes.

eventually, you were ready, and you let kuroo know by tugging on his tee.

he had made a vow for tonight, though - 

he knew you hadn’t had your first kiss, and he wanted to make it special to you

and he knew that you didn’t like huge displays of affection. 

so he just knew that this was the chance when you glanced up at him when you left the hug.

your eyes were big and, while your face was a little dull from the stickiness of the ice cream, 

(i hate the fact that i thought of something nasTY when i wrote that-)

he found that the way the setting sun lit your figure up was magical.

he knew that now was the perfect moment.

you noticed his hesitation 

and you began to question him

but he kissed you before you could get a word out.

kuroo is a driven and passionate man, so this was obviously reflected in his kiss

it subdued sense of force that he used and the shyness of yours was beautiful to him.

it wasn’t until he softened his end and you put more force into yours that you two got even closer.

though the height was hard to deal with, and resulted in some teeth clashing by default. 

you two were drawn into your own little world, and the kiss opened up a new door for the both of you. 

once you two were done after a few minutes, you pulled apart.

he had a teasing smirk on his face, you were blushing and pouting.

“did you have to just kiss me like that? people could’ve been watching!”

“hahaha, did you think i’d miss that chance, that oh-so perfect opportunity, chibi-chan?”

though you did continue to drop little periods of whining, you did calm down and relax for the remainder of the night.

the stars led to even more kisses that night

(of course, in private, kuroo may be the master of provocation, but he does know what his s/o is comfortable with.)

essentially, the overall kiss was very reassuring. 

not really anything for extreme comfort, but most definitely a kiss that would calm you down for the night. (seeing as you initiated the return.)

it was also fairly long and passionate 

something long enough to leave you decently breathless

(sidenote: it’s kuroo, what did you expect?) 

either way, it was the perfect setting, too 

(but kuroo wouldn’t admit that he knew the next step in the relationship would be perfect in the sunset)

Kenma Kozume

shy gamer boy needs someone outgoing yet calm and collected.

i’m throwing the beck reference in here again. 

yep, beck from victorious. that kind of vibe.

it has been proven that he’s only quiet when you first meet him, and is chatty when you know him

so he’d want to be able to have a conversation with his s/o that revolves around their similar interests

a gamer, preferably

and since shy bean is shy bean, the kiss would be at one of your houses

most likely over a game

probably a racing game and the finishing game scores are neck and neck

and the kiss itself? 

well, let’s begin. 

you two had been playing mario cart for a while now.

the two of you had evened scores.

(2-2; best out of five)

and, despite his somewhat calm demeanor,

kenma was internally screaming.

‘s/o’s ahead of me, and the shell didn’t work.’ 

he didn’t want to play dirty, but you were winning.

he wanted to win the game to get the upperhand over you 

but you had only continued to play at your best.

he found your drive adorable and intriguing, 

but (i’m gonna say it again) he wanted to win.

so, he had to start planning how to defeat you in game.

though he did know that this would be up to chance. 

in the midst of his thinking, he barely noticed how it shifted to the way you looked. 

your face was lit up by the artificial light,

and as cliche as it sounds, he found that glorious.

the look in your eyes as your chosen character flew by on the track made him blush.

and that was when it hit him,

if he can’t win, he’d take you down with him.

and he’d do that with a kiss.

(let’s be honest, kenma would do something desperate if he wanted to. even if it was extremely out of character.)

(though that might just be me trying to fit the storyline, but like- he wouldn’t date someone unless he knew that he could trust them.) 

(am i wrong?)

he’d said your name under his breath. 

while you two would normally be very much willing to talk, this was not one of the times.

so you were a little worried. 

you knew that he was very ‘eh’ about his emotions, but he had his own little ways of communicating them, and this was new. 

what happened when you turned your head to look at him though-

that wasn’t worrying in the slightest.

kenma, in a somewhat uncharacteristic action had kissed you.

it was short, and mischevious, a little messy as well

but it was enough to distract you

i mean, like- 

QUIET AND CLOSED OFF KENMA KOZUME JUST KISSED YOU.

this boy had never really taken the first step to do these things, at all, so this? 

hooo boy, you were shocked. 

so shocked that you failed to see that you had fallen to last place while kenma had won in first. 

your jaw dropped to the floor when you saw it and you pouted.

you did notice that kenma was red-faced and looking away from you, though

so you did the same thing. 

short, sweet, mischevious.

you just returned the favor~.

so, in conclusion?

the kiss is shy and quiet, but has some supercharged air to it

i mean, i imagined it happening in the midst of a final game.

what was to be expected.

(i also hc kenma to be the type of person to tease his s/o relentlessly in private, so-) 

the whole scenario was just the perfect combination of innocent desires, a confidence boost, and a drive to win. 

the setting too.

super relaxing to the both of you

especially considering that the two of you are not the most open with your relationship.

oddly adorable, but just the slightest bit annoying. 

Yamamoto Taketora

this man, not gonna lie, is gonna give me a bit of a problem

i also had to do a small observation of his character, so.

once i found out that yamamoto is timid around girls, his s/o?

the girl i imagine he would go for clocked me square in the face. 

someone with a not-so-talkative nature, but is CONFIDENT.

seems to have the default personality of an angel, but isn’t afraid to tear someone a few new ones if provoked enough. 

otherwise, i think that the kiss would happen on a weekend or over holiday.

like-

this is hard to explain, so i’ll just get into general scenario.

so.

his parents are away for the weekend, he isn’t trusted to babysit, and his sister can’t be left alone or with her brother or else chaos will run free for the few days. 

the solution?

his parents ask you to stay with the two of them to keep them in check and taken care of. 

so you, in love with taketora and his sister’s personality, agree to their plea. 

(taketora would be the first of the two to make their opinion on your stay obvious - what else would he be besides ecstatic?)

otherwise, everything is prepared and the weekend picks up.

his parents are now gone, you are now at their humble abode, and akane has just pulled out a just dance game. 

she had been pestering you two to play it with her.

while taketora denied, you agreed and akane had taken to picking a song while you started to move the table in the middle of the living room.

he was watching as you started the time with a bang.

as you three did more stuff and the weekend progressed, he only fell more in love with you.

you fell more in love with him as well. 

though neither of you would admit it. 

now, seeing as the final day has come to pass, things were starting to wind down. 

you, akane, and taketora were seated next to each other on the couch.

a movie was playing and the two yamamotos were digging into the popcorn that had been set out on the coffee table. 

they had their eyes dead set on the current events in the movie, but you?

you were watching taketora and akane.

he looked so happy, she looked so happy. 

one little makeshift family for the three of you. 

you had smiled and looked away.

what you didn’t know was that taketora could feel you looking at him, he could even see your content expression from his peripheral vision.

he was happy to be able to experience something like this with you.

you were so charming, so kind, so smart, and so good with kids 

(something i will never be lol)

what more could he ask for? you were perfect for him. 

sadly, things had to come to an end at some point. 

that point was when akane was passed out, the credits were rolling, and a car had pulled into the driveway.

you two, awake and ready to start cleaning, had allowed the disappointment to set in.

“i had fun with you guys.” 

he smiled, though it was a little shy. 

he was watching as you grabbed the remote and shut the television off. 

he was blushing. you noticed. it was cute.

the room became silent, and it wasn’t broken until the sound of jingling keys could be heard. 

you two had slapped on smiles as his parents entered. 

after a short conversation, his dad lifted akane up and took her to her room while his mom thanked and paid you. 

you went to leave, she offered to drive you home, but you persisted on walking. 

taketora took it upon himself to make sure you got home safely. 

the moon was high and bright, seemingly smiling.

you loved the calm silence, he loved looking at your gentle expression.

the light had made you glow, and the way your eyes sparkled pushed him over the edge. 

he had to kiss you now. he just had to. 

you failed to notice how he was blubbering silently, something akin to a fish.

he had to pull himself together if he ever dreamed of kissing you, so he had to do it now. 

“hey, s/o...”

you turned to face the two-tone haired boy, and he grabbed your wrist gently. 

you blushed at the action. but gestured for him to continue.

“can i...kiss you?”

your blush got even brighter, but you nodded your head. 

he slowly closed the ever so slight gap between the two of you. 

and he kissed you.

slowly, gently, kindly - it was truly loving. 

it was very long, though. 

in fact, it was getting so long that the smile he wore when the kiss continued dropped into a pout when you had to press his chest as a cue for him to stop.

you giggled at his expression, and it didn’t last due to that reaction.

the calm silence returned, and as you two continued to your home, he held your hand. 

(that was almost so sweet that it became disgusting, wtf-) 

but, overall-

super sweet, super long, super loving.

there’s is almost no other way to explain the feeling

if you want to count breathless, go ahead.

either way, it was perfect and just the right amount of intense for the both of you

(or a balance, rather, but i think you get what i mean in relation to him and hsi s/o’s character).

and again, the setting?

too perfect. 

the stars aligned in his favor that night, that’s for sure. 

(i almost gagged while writing this, why did i have to make it so sickeningly sweet, my god-)

Lev Haiba

tol oblivious bean needs smol aware bean

i don’t make the rules, it needs to happen.

who the hell else is gonna make sure that this guy doesn’t bring more problems onto himself?

his s/o would have to be responsible and somewhat motherly.

tough love is best love for tol boy. 

i think that they would also be very into volleyball, even pushing as a manager for the team.

(you and kuroo would have to be the primary sources of improvement for lev, let’s be honest)

otherwise, the kiss would happen after a practice. 

and it would be a milestone for the team.

(by default, of course.)

so, what exactly do i imagine would happen?

wellll...

practice had just ended

everyone was sweaty

a select group of people had to clean up the gym while the other half had to make sure that the locker rooms were in pristine condition.

you had stayed back to help the guys in the gym.

chaos had begun to ensue when you were cleaning around the outer edge of the gymnasium, so you had to do something.

granted, this group consisted of yamamoto and lev - not surprising.

despite your smaller stature, the guys there knew not to mess with you

things worked out! 

the cleaning was slowly getting done, people had begun to leave. 

(some volleyballs were thrown in the process between you and lev, though kuroo doesn’t and will never know.)

the smiles that come up during the time are beautiful

almost like that night in general, but you didn’t care.

you, in fact, found lev adorable.

despite his height, was a giant baby - and you loved it.

either way, when the cleaning was done, only a few of you were left.

kuroo and kenma left for the train, kai was packing his things, and you and lev were already on your way to your respective homes.

you two were holding hands tightly, you giggling as he swung your limbs back and forth.

he was almost throwing you, but he wasn’t

the whole thing was a big, fun mess 

once he had calmed down, he had started to ask you about your day

you responded accordingly, and he had to do what he would normally do

tease you.

things were silent once you had asked him and he responded, so this would have to be done if things had to flow somewhat

the tiredness had set in, and it wasn’t until you had heard the dreaded words escape his mouth that you almost jumped and smacked him

“so, s/o, how’s your height doing for you down there? Are the land bugs hitting you?” 

you deadpanned and started to claw at him, just the slightest.

his laugh was what drew you from your mini meltdown. 

you calmed down as you watched his eyes light up with amusement.

he seemed so relaxed and happy, you just had to smile at him as well. 

the air around you two lost the tired feeling and settled into something bordering on romantic and teasing.

you were throwing tall jokes at him, he was throwing short jokes at you.

fair deal for a couple so far apart in height, i’d say.

that being said, the tired eventually set in amongst the conversation and rebuttals. 

with the drowsiness hitting you in the middle of a comeback, you got loopy 

and said something without thinking

(aka something unlike you, the somewhat composed manager of the Nekoma boys volleyball club and unofficial guardian of the chaotic lev haiba)

“i wanna kiss you.”

lev, though tired as well, wasn’t as drained as you and heard what you had said loud and clear.

he blushed firetruck red and stuttered through the repetition of the statement.

it took you a few seconds to realize that, to summarize:

yes, you said that

yes, lev heard that

and yes, you meant it

you had gathered the remnants of your awake conscious to say what you had to say, now that you had already spoken your desires in a goofed state.

“*clearing throat* u-um, i...i want to kiss you, l-...lev. i want to kiss you, so can-can i?”

his eyes got wider, he blushed darker, and his heart was beating at a million mph

but he didn’t deny it. 

in fact, he straight up leaned down for you.

“you wanted to kiss me, right? then go for it!”

you, in your tired stupor, went along with it.

you had to jump a little bit because he didn’t lean down so far, but you still managed to peck him on the lips.

(he enjoyed the image of you jumping to try and kiss him, and he could get used to it)

he chuckled again before meeting you down below once you were away from him. 

the two of you just stared in each others eyes and turned into tomatoes.

overall, just-

AGH SO CUTE.

it doesn’t seem like much, but i think that the kiss would kind of comical and somewhat immature

while still remaining very romantic and sweet.

the setting itself?

not really proper to you two

the two of you, most likely, would have ended up like this if you had stayed back longer or had gone to a diner for a date.

(as a sidenote, you lived near yaku. this is something he didn’t know and you were too tired to remember, so when yaku noticed the little scene from his bedroom window, he had to bring it up at practice the next day. the two of you were promptly teased relentlessly.)

[honeypirate]

Coffee Shop Meet Cute part one

pairing - Aizawa and nurse!y/n

You looked in the mirror and adjusted your white button up shirt, tucking it into the front of your black skinny jeans. Finishing your makeup and putting your hair up, you check the time, if you hurry up you could swing by the coffee shop before you head to your first day at work. You opted for your black Doc Martens boots with the little heal, comfortable and chic, grabbing your bag run out the door of your small one bedroom apartment.

“Beans and Things” was your favorite coffee shop, they also had the best chocolate chip croissants you’ve ever eaten. As you stood in line, you subconsciously bounced excitedly on your toes. You were next in line and you noticed a guy waiting for his order off to the side not far from you, tall with dark hair and a very handsome face. You noticed the scar under one of his eyes and how friendly his dark eyes looked, you also noticed how absolutely tired he looked which you thought was pretty cute. When you realized he was looking right at you you blushed, knowing he watched you check him out. “Big day?” his voice was smooth and nice, giving you goosebumps. “What?” You ask confused looking up at him, even in heels he’s so much taller than you. “Oh you just look excited, bouncing there like that, so I was wondering if it’s a big day for you” he smiles at you and looks so genuinely interested as he waits for your answer. “Oh! I didn’t even notice I was doing that” you blush again out of embarrassment but you don’t break eye contact from him “yes it is a big day. It’s my first day at a new job” “oh yeah? Where do you work? If you don’t mind my asking” it feels so natural talking with him, you don’t feel nervous at all, “no i don’t mind! I’m a new nurse at UA high! I get to work with recovery girl so it’s my dream job actually” you step up to order a tall black coffee and a croissant, giving them your last name for your order, and step to the side by him grabbing a couple packs of sugar and a coffee sleeve so it doesnt burn you to hold when you get it. “Congratulations Miss Y/l/n. That is a wonderful reason to be excited” you look up at him again and you can’t contain you smile “thank you! I am nervous but I’m just trying to convince myself it’s just excitement.” You laugh softly “I didn’t catch your name” you hold out your hand to him and he takes it shaking twice “it’s nice to meet you Miss. y/l/n , Im Ai...” just then the barista calls out his name “Aizawa?!” He laughs and says “Aizawa. That’s me” he grabs his coffee and bag from the guy behind the counter. “I gotta go or I am going to be late for work. Your energy has been completely refreshing and I have enjoyed meeting you, see you soon Miss y/l/n” he has a mischevious look in his eyes as he turns and leaves the shop and as you say goodbye to him he raises his hand and waves. the barista calls your name and the whole walk to work you have a smile on your face telling yourself that you can think about the dark haired man the whole way to work but when you get there you’ll let the thought of him go. Knowing you’ll probably never see him again.

You get to the school and checked in at the front desk, principal Nezu showing you to the nurses office and introducing you to Recovery Girl, who you get along great with, which you felt so lucky about. She was super easy to feel comfortable around and talk to, she shows you the ropes and after a few hours you’re pretty comfortable in the room and with what to do after you treat a child, aka paperwork. It feels perfect, like everything is working out.

You’re sitting at a desk in front of the window overlooking the Training Grounds, Recovery Girl told you that class 1A would be going through eight different tests today so we had to be ready for accidents, so far you haven’t had any, although the explosions and commotion outside would make you think otherwise. She set you down with some paperwork for you to fill out, first day legal documents for your job, when you hear a familiar voice coming from outside. You open the window and lean out, looking out at the field and you see a teacher with crazy black hair and a long thin scarf agressivly talking to a student. You were kind of shocked to hear the things he was saying to this young boy, they seemed to be so harsh, as you stood listening to every word. When he let go of the boy and his hair laid back on his head you gasped, that small noise catching his attention looking straight up at you, you quickly retreat back into the room hoping he didn’t see you. He was the guy from the coffee shop! He knew! That’s why he said see you soon! Why was he being so aggressive to a child? Your heart was beating rapidly as you sat back down to finish your paperwork. “What’s wrong Miss Y/l/n?” Recovery Girl asks suddenly right beside you, the shock causing you to jump, “what? Oh. It’s just I know that teacher out there. I met him this morning.” You tell her about the coffee shop, for some reason trusting her already without a doubt, and she smirks. “That’s Mr. Aizawa, he’s class 1A’s home room teacher. He seems intense but he just really cares for the kids, he wants them to be prepared and to especially be safe. He’s seen a lot of action and he’s one of best teachers. In his own strange way he’s a really kind man” with that she leaves you to continue your paperwork. Throughout the day you are introduced to several new teachers and a few students who came in from other classes. Before you know it the days almost over and you’re seeing your last student, Izuku Mydoria who broke his finger, Recovery Girl cleaned up the boy and warned him about getting too badly hurt and you both finished up for the day. You follow her out of the nurses office and pause when you hear her greet Aizawa, your eyes flying up to make contact with his. “Do you need anything, Mr Aizawa?” Recovery Girl was looking from him to me, her eyes saying she knew something was going on “I’m just here to speak with the new nurse.” his eyes never leave yours “well then, she’s all yours” Recovery Girl says goodbye to both you and walks off down the hall. “Miss. Y/l/n. It’s good to see you again” he smiles at you and you smile back. “I was very surprised to see you outside” you laugh and tuck your hair behind your ears, starting to walk down the school hallway with him. Before you know it, you’re halfway home, he was the easiest person you’ve ever talked to. You felt like you could tell him anything. You make it back to the coffee shop which is where you part ways. He lives to the right and you live to the left. “So..” he says and you stop to look at him “will I see you here for coffee again tomorrow morning?” He smiles coyly and you laugh “I would like that very much” he nods and blushes a little “good. Then, miss y/f/n,” He wraps one arm around your waist, placing his hand on the small of your back, softly pressing you closer to him as he leans in and kisses your cheek “Until tomorrow” he whispers and then he pulls away. Your hand touches your cheek softly where his lips were and you smile as you watch him walk away from you before you turn and finish the walk back to your apartment.

[gemma-lemma]

Cloudy Days - JJ Maybank x Male OC

Chapter 1.1 – Pilot

They were the Pogues, and their mission this summer was to have a good time, all the time, John B decided. He was currently standing on top of the roof of a building that was being renovated, balancing on one foot, holding a half-empty beer can. Taking a sip, he tore his gaze from the horizon, where the sun was just setting, and glanced down to his friends.

“That’s what, a three-story fall to the deck?” Pope asked, looking up to his friend with a frown and squinted eyes. “I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival.”

“Hm.” He made, and sticked his finger into his mouth, just to hold up in the air and feel the direction of the wind. “Should I do it?”

“Yeah, you should jump.” Pope encouraged, pointing at him with a drill. “I’ll shoot you on the way down.”

“You’ll shoot me?” John B challenged, making finger guns at his dark-skinned friend and firing.

“Yep.”

“Pow!”

JJ frowned, sitting on top of the scaffolding, chin resting on top of an iron bar. That’s when Kiara came out of the building with an irritated look.

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers.” She complained.

“Of course they are, why wouldn’t they?” JJ shot back.

“This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?” Turning around the corner, she looked up to where John B was balancing, and furrowed her brows.

“I can’t have cold towels.” JJ said.

“Can you please not kill yourself?” She asked John B, completely ignoring the blond boy’s comment.

“Don’t spill that beer. I’m not giving you another one.” JJ called up to him.

Just that very moment John B slipped and let the can fall. “Whoa! Oh, shit!”

“Of course you did.” JJ stated and almost rolled his eyes. “Right when I told you not to.”

“Smooth.” Commented Kiara, and Pope gave him an A+.

John B groaned, as Kiara called him a dumbass, and Pope turned around just in time to see the car of the security company guarding the house pull up in the driveway. “Hey, uh, security’s here. Let’s wrap it up.”

“Boys are early today.” John B realised, as JJ cheered: “Humpty Dumpty, let’s roll.” And rolled out of his position and down the scaffolding.

“Let’s roll.” Kiara chuckled, as JJ proceeded to greet the security man he recognised as Gary.

Laughing, they ran inside the house and down the stairs, where they ran right into the security men’s arms. One of them even got his hands on JJ, but his could tear himself loose and run in the opposite direction.

“Not much of a hugger, man!” He exclaimed, running into the garden and encouraging Pope to jump over the wooden fence, following right after.

While the security guard jumped onto the fence too and called after them, angrily, they ran towards the up-pulling VW bus. John B honked like a maniac and stated that the bus was leaving as they jumped in right beside Kiara.

“Check out Gary, gunning for a raise.” Pope chuckled when the guard ran after the bus.

“Come on, guys, you’re gonna give him a heart attack.” Kiara pleaded towards John B as JJ leaned out the open door and threw him a beer can, cheering him on and telling him that his bosses didn’t pay him enough.

“JJ, stop, stop.” Kiara said and tugged him back inside, though not even she could hide a smile.

“Oh come on, man. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished.” He laughed, right as they drove off and left Gary behind.

 The Outer Banks, Paradise on earth. It was the sort of place where you either had two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island.

John B and his friends were currently driving through Figure 8, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. Easy to guess where they didn’t live.

Driving just a little farther, they arrived in the south side, or, as they called it, The Cut. Home of the working class who made a living busing tables, washing yachts, running charters. The natural habitat of, you guessed it – The Pogues.

That’s them. The lowest member of the food chain, with only one downside: They were ignored and neglected. But it also had one upside: They were ignored and neglected, which meant they did whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted.

And that was exactly what Parker Cloud needed, who just in that moment arrived at the Château, his Uncle Big John’s house. It was actually just an old fish shack on the marsh, but you could live in it, and that was all that mattered.

Upon finding it empty, though, Parker decided to take a break on the old green sofa on the front porch, backpack to his feet. He hadn’t seen his uncle and cousin in at least five years, having only ever visited with his mother once or twice before she died three years ago. Sighing, he tried to push the memory off his mind and thought about what he could tell Big John.

His thoughts were soon interrupted when he heard a car pull up in front of the house and recognized the laughter of several people once the engine turned off. Waiting until the people were half the way up to the porch he stood up from the couch in a swift movement and grabbed his backpack, just to sling it lazily over one shoulder as he jumped down the stairs.

Upon seeing the unexpected guest, the group faltered and stared, until they were standing opposite each other in silence. It took Parker only a few moments to identify his cousin and his friends, having already expected to meet them, but a little longer for them to recognize him.

“Howdy, cousin.” He greeted a reached his hand out for John B to fist bump it, which he did.

“Hey Parker, long time no see. What’re you doing here all of a sudden?” The Routledge boy laughed and pulled him into an embrace. Parker shrugged and scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh, you know, just looking for some change of scenery. I was thinking to stay here for a while until I’ve found my own place to stay, but I haven’t had the chance to ask Big John yet. Do you know when he will be back?”

The group suddenly became eerily quiet, and Parker looked confusedly at their heavy faces.

“My father, uhm, he’s lost at sea.” John B finally broke the silence, and Parker took a surprised step backwards. “About nine months ago. Technically uncle T is my legal guardian at the time, but he’s in Mississippi building houses.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Parker said, looking anywhere but at his cousin’s face. Suddenly very uncomfortable with what he had said.

“Oh, don’t be. You couldn’t have. But if you need a place to stay, I’d be happy to have you.” He smiled, and Parker suddenly felt a lot lighter. He gave him a thankful smile.

“You surely remember my friends, Pope, JJ, and Kiara.” John B turned around to introduce them once again, and Parker gave the boys polite smiles, before he threw a charming one towards Kiara and made a dramatic bow.

“Of course I remember Kie, Queen of the Sea, how could I ever forget such marvellous beauty?” He stated mischeviously, and JJ groaned in annoyance.

“And here we go again. Man, keep it in your pants.” He glared, though Kiara just chuckled with her cheeks turning pink and the other two boys grinned. Parker had never ceased to compliment Kiara even when they were younger, and for some reason JJ had always been very annoyed by that. The others found it hilarious, especially since Parker started doing it on purpose.

“Oh, JJ, I didn’t see you there. How’s it going, dude? Still single?” He grinned wickedly and the blond boy just flipped him off before entering the house.

Chuckling, the others followed him inside, grabbing some things before heading off to their boat.

“How long do you plan on staying here?” John B asked Parker as they got all comfortable on the HMS Pogue, sipping beers and enjoying the warmth of the sun. Parker hadn’t even remembered how much he had missed the sun in his face and the crashing sound of the waves in the background. Jacksonville was way too cold and grey for someone to become happy in, he decided.

“I don’t know, man. Until I found my own place to stay, I guess. Or until you kick me out, whatever comes first, I’d say.” He chuckled, taking another sip and soaking in the warmth. John B wanted to ask other questions, but upon seeing his serene expression, he decided to let time give him the answers he was seeking.

“You guys wanna go to the boneyard tonight?” He asked instead, and the three Pogues nodded.

Parker quirked a brow. “The boneyard? You wanna go dig up some bodies or what?”

“No, it’s not like that.” Kiara chuckled, leaning into him and flashing him a sweet smile as he forced one eye open to look at her. Their constant flirting had always been a game they both enjoyed very much. “The boneyard’s a bit of beach where we go to throw parties.”

“Oh, I love parties. Will there be beer?”

“Beer, probably even Tourons, if we’re unlucky some Kooks.” JJ answered and threw Parker an irritated look. The Cloud boy smiled sickly sweet in return, loving the reactions he could so easily pry out of the Maybank boy.

“Sounds perfect, I’m in if you’ll have me.” He said to Kiara, who laughed and nodded in return.

“Of course we’ll have you, dummy.”

 When Parker woke up the next morning, he had a crushing hangover, and a heavy weight on his chest, which, upon further inspection, turned out to be Kiara’s head. They had crashed on the couch in John B’s living room after their party at the boneyard had flopped and they had decided to just get drunk at the Château. Just in his pants, John B walked by, greeting them and getting a small “Hello” out of Kiara in return. Parker just groaned, closing his eyes again and raising a hand.

His attention was only averted from his buzzing headache by the door to JJ’s room opening and a blonde girl in just her bikini and a pair of jean shorts hushing out, JJ following right after and watching as she walked out the door.

The moment he knew she wouldn’t hear him anymore, Parker let out a low whistle, earning an annoyed look from the blond one. “Where’d you find that one, pretty boy?”

Flipping him off, JJ grabbed a beer from the freezer and followed John B out to the front porch.

“Psht, Kiara.” Parker whispered, shaking the girl who still slept half on top of him, limbs tangled. She groaned in response.

“I think the pretty boy hates me, whatcha say?” He giggled. Even though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even himself, annoying JJ helped him distract himself from the death of his best friend and the loss of his father.

“You mean JJ?” She chuckled lightly and he hummed.

“I dunno. Maybe a little. But you just can’t seem to stop teasing him, either.” She smirked and he roughened up her hair in response.

“Man, Parker.” She screeched, pushing him off with a laugh. He took his newfound freedom and jumped off the couch, just to sway from the sudden dizziness. He would’ve toppled over if it weren’t for the steadying hand that suddenly lay between his shoulder blades.

“Calm down, Rambo. If you fall in this garbage deposit, you’re probably gonna split your head open.” JJ warned, making sure he was standing steadily before taking his hand away. Parker just gave him a dumbfounded look as he made his way to get another handful of beers.

“Thanks.” He muttered.

“I’m gonna head out!” John B called, not waiting for an answer before storming off to the van.

“Where’s he headed?” Parker asked Pope, who just came inside the house.

“DCS.” He murmured, and Parker’s stomach dropped. That couldn’t be a good sign.

But maybe it was, after all, since that same day Hurricane Agatha was announced.

[multmilk]

The Babysitter | m.l

Pairing: Babysitter!Mark x Reader (ft.bff!lucas)

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Word count: 5555 (hahahaHHHH)

Warnings: thigh riding, voyeurism, finger-fucking, risky sex?, unprotected sex (stay safe when hitting it kids!!), teasing/suggestive themes, dom!mark. mention of baby vomit, talk of death and kidnap (light-hearted).

Summary: Y/N’s parents don’t trust that she’ll be able to take care of her baby cousin alone for an entire week. So, they hire Mark Lee of www.babyhelpers.com. Feeling frustrated, Y/N makes it her mission to prove to her parents that she’s just as good as the babysitter they hired and sets a competition for the two of them. 

It's all fun and games ‘til somebody falls in love, right?  

listen to: carousel– melanie martinez (the whole album—crybaby,  inspired me to do this)  

note: also, this was supposed to be found your love but hah I changed the title and the whole story itself lmaooo sorryyy. Also, the cover was supposed to be like mark in shock with all cute baby things surrounding him but it didn’t turn as good as I hoped so I just changed the whole concept hdsjkd AND mark with babies r the best uwu (also ft. tangled my all time favorite princess movie !!) 

“He’ll be here tomorrow, honey. His name’s Mark Lee,” your mother said as she was slipping on her sandals. “So you’re telling me, you absolutely trust this stranger to take care of my 7 month-old cousin? And that this, complete stranger, knows how to handle a baby?” you scoff and put your hands on your hips.

 You cannot believe that they trust this Mark fucking Lee with your cousin? To say you were feeling bitter was an understatement.  “My colleagues recommend me to this site and to ask for specifically him. He’s gonna be great, Y/N. He has a good reputation and I’ve also seen him volunteer in church,” your mom replies with her own eyeroll, obviously knowing how salty you felt about all of this. “Still, what if he turns out to be a murderer? Not all Christian men are good you know,” you reply again and your mother huffs.

“You can always kick ass Y/N dear, we all know you’re more than capable to protect yourself,” “Also, he’s going to stay here. Make sure to give him pillows and a blanket,” “Woah woah,” your dad interjects, “He cannot stay here with two young females,” “Yeah let him stay somewhere else mom!” you chime in but your mother shakes her head and insists that it’d be easier for the boy to work if he stays at home.   “Bye dear, be nice to Mark!” your mother bids you goodbye and closes the door.  

--- 

MONDAY 

You’ve stalked this Mark all night. He sure looked nice and you were pretty sure that being nice is just his front. I mean, who looks like God’s favorite boy and actually is a good guy? That wouldn’t be possible, of course it wouldn’t be.

It was currently 8 am and your baby cousin was still asleep in her crib. You’re currently drinking coffee and gazing outside your window, thinking about a lot of things. Like, what if he actually is better at taking care of your cousin than you? You can’t let that happen, your pride completely taking over. Which lead you to a plan and that is to observe how Mark ‘works’ and completely do everything to mess his routine up. Once you’ve succeeded, you’re going to make sure that he and your parents both knew that you are just as good a sitter he is. Feeling proud of your thought, you headed back to the dining room to cook some breakfast.

Ding. You walk up to the door and open it to see Mark Lee, God’s favorite creation, right in front of your eyes. He’s even more cute in personal. Wait no, he’s your competitor.   

“Oh hi, is this Ms. Y/L/N’s house?” he asks as he looks into your eyes. You straighten up your posture albeit your knees falling weak to his sweet voice. “Yeah, I’m their daughter,” you say with arms crossed over your chest, making your breasts more prominent. Mark’s eyes leave yours for a second to glance at your breasts but quickly returns to your eyes again.

“I’m Mark Lee. I suppose you’re not the one I’m going to babysit the whole week?” he laughs a little. He takes his hand out of his pocket for you to shake but you just stare straight into his eyes. “Of course not. Jiji’s sleeping. She’s quite demanding for a 7 month-old, so if you can’t handle her just holler,” you say as you step aside for him to enter the house. He places his backpack on the couch and sits down. “I wasn’t expecting someone else to be here. You’re old enough to take care of her so why not just leave her to you? It could’ve saved you guys money,” he says. “Oh so me being here makes your task of ransacking our house a little harder doesn’t it?” you challenge and he giggles. He fucking giggles. What twenty-one year old giggles? “I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear your horrible assumption of who I am. Anyway, so why not just leave her to you? Unless,” he trails off and you raise your eyebrows at him, silently urging him to continue. “Unless they don’t think you’re capable enough to take care of her,” and then he smirks. You turn your back to him and go up to your room.  

What a way to show him you’re an adult, Y/N. Walking out when offended? Real classy. 

 ---

 Surprisingly enough, Mark was good at taking care of Jiji. You just sat back and watched TV while he plays with the baby, feed her, cradle her to sleep and change her diapers. He really was good with babies, but whatever he could do, you could do better. Or so you think.

You’ve observed that no matter the noise or interesting thing that’s playing on the television could distract him from paying attention to your little cousin. He’s also very creative. In a span of 5 hours and 30 minutes, he’s created a brand-new rendition of the Alphabet Song that’s way better than the original one. He’s managed to help Jiji count from one to ten which makes him a good and patient teacher.  

You, however, is the complete opposite of Mark. Sure, you were very handsy with kids but with babies? Your patient runs thin and you have got quite a temper, not really good for babies if you get annoyed as soon as they cry and don’t stop.  That’s going to change tomorrow, you’ll step up your game and make sure your parents come back to a new and improved you.  

-- 

You woke up to the cries of your cousin. She slept just a few spaces away from you and you quickly felt annoyed that your sleep was ruined but grew even more annoyed when you see Mark by the doorway, looking like he woke up from his slumber as well. He rushes to the crib and carefully picks her up. He shushes her and sway side-to-side as he hums to her.  

“Give her to me Mark,” you say standing up “Nonesense, this is my job. Go back to sleep Y/N,” he continues to rock the baby back to sleep.   You scoff once again and try to take the baby away from him but he quickly turns to his side and squints his eye at you. “I can make her fall asleep faster, Ma- wait. How did you know my name?” you whisper-yelled and he says he saw your high school diploma downstairs. “With the way you’re talking, you’re not helping her fall asleep faster,” he comments but you weren’t going to give up. You step forward but he steps back, still cradling baby Jiji. “Quit it, Y/N,” but you ignore his statement. “Stop it! Why are you insisting on stealing her?” his tone of voice made you flinch a bit. 

Jiji cries and you both stare each other down as he still hums to her, mumbling a quick apology to the baby.   “I can take care of her too, Mark. I’m just as good as you are!” you whisper-yelled again and then he looks at you with a mischevious glint in his eye. He steps forward and you back-away, only stopping once your back has hit the edge of the crib. “Oh so this is what this is? You trying to prove you’re a better sitter than me? To what? Boost your ego? Prove your parents wrong?” he says lowly. You turn your head to the side and look straight at the window, just to avoid the way he’s looking at you right now.  “It won’t end well for you, sweetheart. I’m a pro at what I’m doing,” he says again and when you don’t reply he just smirks to himself as he sets Jiji down when she’s fast asleep. He opens your door but stops to say something before going out,  

 “Good luck Y/N. May the best sitter win,” and you look at him. He smiles and winks at you and then turns to leave. 

 ---

[11:20 pm] to: yuck-hei  

I am going to kick his ass tomorrow 

[read 11:20 pm]  

[11:21 pm] from: yuck-hei 

Who's ass??

[read 11:21 pm] 

[11:21 pm] to: yuck-hei 

Mark lee!!! The sitter my parents hired

[read 11:21 pm] 

[11:21 pm] from: yuck-hei 

Mark lee? From babyhelpers.com? I know him, he took care of my sister while me and my parents were away. 

[read 11:22 pm]

[11:22 pm] from: yuck-hei 

He’s really good and nice y/n sooo y ru planning on kicking his ass?

[read 11:22 pm] 

[11:24 pm] to: yuck-hei 

Not helping lucas!!!! 🙁( my parents think he’s more capable of tending to jiji way more than I can :--( 

[read 11:24 pm]  

[11:24 pm] from: yuck-hei 

Not to be a total ass but,,, you’re not really keen on babies? Remember when you had to take care of my sister while I was out to buy food for us?  

You cringe as the scene plays out in your mind. Lucas was going to buy you guys ice cream and pizza and you had volunteered to take care of his sister. At first it was fun just playing toys with her but she had started to cry and you assumed she was hungry so you bought out the baby food Lucas had stored in their cupboard. She stopped crying once you fed her but then she started crying again and as you were trying to feed her more food, she vomited all over your (Lucas') shirt and your face. A white and creamy substance drips down to your neck and chin. On top of all of that, her diaper was full and she had pooped and some of it had stained the couch you two were sitting on. 

Lucas was not amused. 

--- 

TUESDAY 

Cooking breakfast was supposed to be the first step to your plan but of course, Mark had beat you to it. He had bought you guys fast food and was currently eating his chicken when he spotted you standing in the stairway. He greeted you a good morning while raising his chicken at you. You walked towards your cupboard looking for something to eat when Mark said, “I bought you food too, Y/N,” but you refuse and insist on cooking your own food.

“I bet this chicken is better than what you’ll cook,” he said with a teasing tone. “Watch me,” you challenge and pull out carton after carton of your meal. The whole time you were cooking, Mark hadn’t tear his gaze away from you, only moving when he thinks he hears Jiji make a sound upstairs. He’d make comments here and there to infuriate you and soon enough, it did. 

“God can you shut up? I’m trying to cook here,” you snap at him and he just laughs. “Maybe you should find a way to make me shut up,” he tests you and you felt your heart quicken at his statement. You were just taken aback right? As you were about to come with a witty remark, Mark had rushed upstairs when he heard a thud. Of course you wanted to see what happened upstairs but your bigger concern was not burning your house down.

You’ve finished cooking and Mark has ascended from upstairs, carrying baby Jiji while she sucks her thumb. “She put pillows on top of each other to get out of the crib,” he says then sets Jiji down on the chair beside him. “Then, she landed on your bed. She attempted to crawl down I guess? Found her on the floor,” he proceeds to feed the baby small pieces of cut out chicken.

“Wait, she fell from my bed? Oh God, what if she hit her head or something? What if something happen-” “She’s fine. I’ve checked for for any sign of injury and there was none. We jury and there was none. We could go to the hospital first thing tomorrow,” Mark reassures you and you nod. You three eat in silence, watching the raindrops race on the window.  

--- 

Your baby sister was sat on Mark’s lap, they were both coloring different Disney princesses. They looked cute together, Mark was cute, however you can’t afford to get distracted. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. Grinning, you take Jiji and Mark looks at you dumbfounded, ready to scold you but, you shush him and tell him you thought of something nice. 

You rummaged your closet to find the princess costume you wore a few years back in Halloween. It was a Rapunzel (from Tangled) dress and you had the complete set. Violet dress, blonde wig, golden tiara and purple shoes. It wouldn’t fit Jiji, considering you were 12 years-old when you wore this so you cut the length and adjusted the sleeves. You helped Jiji change and put the tiara on her. She looked like a princess and you both giggled. You got out a purple dress and slipped it into your body and made Jiji choose your jewelry. You drew a makeshift crown and used clips to put it on your hair. After finishing, you carried your cousin downstairs and found Mark furiously coloring Princess Aurora’s dress. 

“Mark,” he turns around and his eyes go wide at the sight of you in a dress. “You know if you wanted to dress up for me, you could’ve done so without having to drag Jiji along,” he comments as he walks toward you to take Jiji. “You look so cute princess,” he says and lifts Jiji up into the air. You were about to thank him for the compliment but realize it was meant for the baby he was holding

“You’re going to dress up too,” you say and his eyes bulge out and you and Jiji laugh out loud in sync. “Surely you’ve watched Tangled?” you ask and he hums in approval. “Good. You’re playing Mother Gothel,” you say and throw him the red dress you have. “I’m not wearing a dress Y/N!” he exclaims and Jiji laughs louder. “But Jiji would want to see Markie in a dress. Isn’t that right Jiji?” you turn to look at your cousin and she nods her head, obviously amused at the sight of two adults playing dress up. “You’re lucky you two are cute,” is all Mark says before he puts the baby down and treads to the bathroom to change.

--

The lights were dim and the golden light of the sun shun through the white flower-patterned curtains. You set Jiji down on the couch with her stuff toys and pillows around her. The scene where Mother Gothel and Rapunzel sing plays in the background and you and Mark take your positions and act out. 

“Mother’s here to help you

All I have is one request

Rapunzel?” Mark sings, also incredibly well at that

“Yes?” you ask totally in character

“Don’t ever ask to leave this tower again,” he looks into your eyes and holds your waist

“Yes mother,” you reply not tearing your gaze from his

“I love you very much dear,” Mark says again that caused butterflies in your stomach

“I love you more,” you smile

“I love you most,” he releases his grip from your waist 

“Don’t forget it

You’ll regret it

Mother knows best,” he sings with a dramatic roll of his head.

Jiji laughs and claps her hand. You’ve never seen your cousin so happy and so you giggle and Mark joins in. The three of you collapse into a fit of laughter ‘til you notice you and Mark were close to each other again. You’ve both stopped laughing and so did the other two. You inhale as he moves his face closer to yours, his lips a mere inch away from your own 

“Oona,” Jiji mumbles and you both turn to look at her. Jiji points at the man standing at the door, also known as Wong Yukhei. You pull out of Mark and clear your throat. Lucas stands frozen on the doorway, completely forgetting that he was in the process of untying his shoes. He stares at you then back at Mark then at Jiji and then back at you. You clap your hands and this seems to remove everyone’s trance. Jiji goes back to watch the movie on the television and Mark removes the violet eyeshadow and blue lipstick Jiji (and you) had put on his face. You breeze walk towards your giant friend and pull him towards the dining room.

“If I interrupted something, I could leave,” he suggests and you take note of the stupid smile on his face, you knew he was never going to let this go. “Shut up, it’s part of my plan,” you pinch his side and he laughs out loud, you know the kind that’s so deep yet it booms the entire house? Yeah, that laugh. “Part of my plan my ass,” Yukhei shakes his head. You mumble something about keeping him distracted to prevent him from doing his work but you both know it’s complete bull.

“Why are you here anyways? You could’ve texted or called me you know,” you tell him as you wash the lipstick off of your face.“I’ve texted you ten times, called you twenty times. Thought you were dead or something worse so I thought I’d come to the rescue. If you weren’t so… distracted, You would’ve heard your phone go off,” he adds and sprinkle water from the faucet at him to act like his words offended you.

“Okay fine. I was distracted but- wait, did you just say something worse than death? What could possibly be more heartbreaking than death?” you ask, completely forgetting to ask why he was here seeing as he didn’t answer it the first time. 

“Getting kidnapped,” he says it as if it’s such an obvious answer, you wanted to hit his arm. “I mean, when you’re dead it would leave a scar and yeah permanent damage. But when you’re kidnapped and not found and all of that, the uncertainty of it just leaves you hollow and lost too, you know? So yeah, I think not knowing where a person is, possibly knowing she’s in danger and you can’t do anything to save them, is scarier and much worse than death,” you give him a nod and think over his words.

Whenever you’re with Lucas, your talks could completely shift from funny and dumbassery to 2 am deep talks and you love it. “Any who, I came by to hang out but if you prefer to be with-“ you cut him off saying that he should stay, already knowing what’s going to be next in that sentence of his. He chuckles and kisses your head. You didn’t know that Mark was watching the two of you as he fixed the mess you three made. He ignored the feeling of jealousy that’s bothering him.

--

Lucas had introduced himself to Mark and Mark surprisingly remembered who the tall friend of yours was. The three of you had settled on the couch to watch a movie while Jiji sat between your legs. The blanket wasn’t big enough for the four of you so everyone was sitting close to each other. As much as you wanted to watch a horror movie, the two boys beside you refused and used Jiji as an excuse. You all settled to watch Get Smart, all adults being a fan of Anne Hathaway and Steve Carell. 

Lucas mimicked the sounds of guns going off and you and your baby cousin would laugh every time, except when Mark tried to do it too. It instead had made Jiji cry and Mark quickly apologizes and shuts his mouth soon after. Halfway through the film, Jiji had fallen asleep and you and Yukhei cuddled.The blanket was off of you three and instead draped over Jiji’s little legs so Mark could clearly see Yukhei’s hand on your thigh, giving it subtle squeezes every now and then. He observed the way you reacted to Lucas’ touches and you oddly felt at peace. Your eyes dropped and you quietly snored on Yukhei’s chest.  

“She’s pretty, huh?” Lucas’ voice surprised Mark so the boy averted his gaze. “When you decide you want her and maybe go for something serious with her, make sure to take care of her, okay? Don’t break her heart, Mark. I mean it,” Lucas says as he stares the smaller boy down. Mark nods and stands up to take Jiji upstairs. Mark placed her on the crib and jogged downstairs to help you clean up. 

What he didn’t expect was you to stand in front of Yukhei and kiss him on the cheek. You bid him goodbye and sigh of exhaustion.

“You and Lucas are a thing, huh?” Mark asks you as he turns the television off. “Yeah a platonic thing,” you reply and stretch your limbs, the action causing your shirt to lift up and Mark catch a glimpse of your tummy. He blushes and turns around, acting as if he didn’t see anything.  “Good night, Mark,” you tell him and go upstairs.   

--

WEDNESDAY  

True enough to his words, as soon as the three of you had eaten and bathed, you went to the hospital. It is a nice day outside, the sun was shining but not bright enough to hurt your eyes. The wind was blowing Jiji and Mark’s hair and there weren’t many cars on the street early in the morning. 

The trees that surrounded the hospital made the day prettier. The scenery serene and comforting.

Jiji was playing with the rag doll the pediatrician gave her to distract her while the doctor checks for any damage.The doctor then explains that it was good that you took your cousin to the doctor to be sure but advised that next time, it’d be better and easier to assess the damage if you bring her earlier. She reassures that Jiji will be fine and that you three could be on your way. 

You’re in a toy shop and decide to spoil your baby cousin, it isn’t everyday you get to go out with her anyways. Mark was by the toy gun section as you pick up the barbie dolls your cousin had chosen.

You approach the black-haired boy but screamed when he pointed a gun at you and tells you to freeze. Without even thinking of your actions, you hands immediately shot up in mock surrender, causing the dolls to fall on the tiled floor. Mark laughs and apologizes while you huff and stomp away from him, Jiji on tow.

“That’s all you’re going to buy? I could definitely buy Jiji more,” Mark comments as he hands you back the dolls you’ve dropped. “You know what, I’m going to look for a toy that I think Jiji wants and come back here to let her choose. Loser buys us lunch,” Mark confidently says. You chuckle and allow him to do so. Five minutes later and he comes back with a Rapunzel doll in his hand. Jiji’s eyes sparkles almost immediately when she sees the toy she’s holding. Mark crouches down and whispers into Jiji’s ears. 

“Y/N-ie dressed up like this doll remember? This doll and your noona look the same right? Very pretty, yeah?” and Jiji nods her head enthusiastically and grabs the doll from Mark. “What did you say to her? That’s cheating Lee!” you yelled at the guy but he just laughs at you. “I won fair and square sweetheart. Now where to to lunch?” he grins and you grimace. 

--

The whole day you and Mark competed for Jiji’s attention. Mark was winning by three points and boy, did he gloat. Mark had carried the shopping bags and you carried Jiji. It was still a sunny day so you decided to head to the amusement park. Mark left the shopping bags near the counter and bought tickets for the three of you.  

You watched as Mark shot target after target, too immersed in the game just so he could get that big ass teddy bear. You and Jiji watched the way the veins in his arm popped out whenever he pulled the trigger. Well obviously, your baby cousin wouldn’t focus on that detail exactly, she was just happily eating ice cream while watching the targets go down one by one. 

You’ve all tried different rides (ones that allow you to bring your cousin with you) and was about to go home before Mark argued with you that winning a teddy bear before going home is an absolute must. How could you say no when he looked so cute? You completely forget the competition thing, fully accepting that Mark was indeed a better sitter than you.

 “Yes!” Mark exclaimed and he looked downright happy. He’s fist-pumping the air and jumped twice before he had to calm himself down when parents and children looked at him. He takes the giant teddy bear and hands it to you. “Wait this is for me?” you ask, shock and confusion very evident on your face. Mark nods and you thank him. 

“We never really started right. Consider this as my peace offering?” his tone seems a little hesitant but you reassure him with a kiss to his cheek. It seemed as if time had stopped and only the three of you were existing. It was a perfect moment until it started raining, hard. When the hell did the clouds turn grey? You two rush to get your shopping bags and run for shelter. 

Soon enough the rain had stopped but nothing quickly shielded you from its impact earlier. The three of you were soaking and Jiji was crying. You then decided to take a cab and go home.

--

You took Jiji to the bathroom to give her a quick bath and then dried her. You had Mark get her her baby formula. “Here y-“ Mark stops in his tracks as he sees you taking off your shirt. Time seems to be fucking with him because every moment seemed slower than the last one. He watched as you unclasped your bra, throwing it to the side. 

What he couldn’t take was when you bent down to take your jeans off of you completely. He hid himself behind your door, breath hitched as he felt blood rushed down his cock. It’s so so wrong, but it felt so good. He wanted to touch you, caress you, kiss you and nourish you. “Mark?” you ask and he cleared his throat before handing you the formula. You thank him and smile. 

He’s certain he won’t get any sleep tonight. 

--

THURSDAY  

It took everything in Mark’s willpower to bend you over your kitchen counter and ram into you. Last night, you wearing a shirt with no bra on and definitely no shorts on. When your little cousin had slept peacefully. You two listened to chill music, talked about your childhood and dreams. Mark discovered you two had a lot in common and focused on your stories instead of the way your lips moved or when your thighs move when you shift into a more comfortable position. 

Last night was pure torture for Mark but he secretly loved it, not wanting it to be any other way.

The last straw however, was when he saw you at 7 am in the morning, earphones on (but he could hear the Paramore song you were playing from where he was standing) with nothing but a bra and pajamas on. Sure, it was hot, but didn’t you feel bothered that another man, especially a stranger, was in your house and you’re wearing little clothes? Not to mention how you were practically body rolling at this time of the day? 

“Y/N,” Mark said as he moved towards you. “Y/N!” he says more loudly which causes you to jump a bit. Mark’s eyes trailed down your body, stopping momentarily at your breasts. “Like what you see?” you teased and his jaw clenched. “Are you doing this on purpose?” “What ever do you mean?” you smile coyly, voice laced with innocence. 

His hands travel your waist and then he licks the shell of your ear, making you visibly shudder.  “Changing your clothes knowing I can walk in on you any minute, not wearing anything underneath that shirt last night and now this? You must be desperate for me,” ”P-please,” you stutter suddenly hyperaware of how his dick was so straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. “Please what?” he challenges “Please make me feel good, daddy?” you say.

Mark throws his head back and groans. He picks you up and sets you down on the floor near the couch. Mark spreads his legs apart, cock even more visible, so visible you could see the slightest hints of it throbbing.  “Ride my thigh like the good girl you are,” and you follow him immediately. You remove your sweatpants and leave your underwear on, your arousal dripping. You grip his shoulders as you rock back and forth on his thigh. You two were both moaning at the friction, it all felt too good.  “Fuck, I’m going to come,” at your statement, Mark slips to fingers inside your panties and began fucking you with his fingers. Soon enough, your orgasm came and you melted into Mark as he praises you. “You did so well baby, fuck,” he comments and carries you upstairs bridal-style.

You whimper as he sets you down on the bed. “Quiet baby, you don’t want to wake Jiji up do you?” and his smirk goes wider as you shake your head profusely.

Mark kisses you for the first time and you swear you could feel sparks ignite both of your bodies. His hand goes to squeeze your left breast as he peppers the right one with kisses. His other hand goes to toy with your clit and it causes your body to spasm. “Fuck Mark,” you moan breathlessly as he pinches your nipple and rubs your clit at the same time. Mark removes his pants and boxers, discarding it somewhere near the door.  

Mark pumps himself a few times before he enters you without warning. You both moan at the pleasure of being filled, completely forgetting that your cousin was sleeping in a crib near you. Mark thrusts at a quick pace and grip the sheets. “You’re so tight baby,” he moans. “Y-you’re so tight daddy-ah- harder please,” and Mark complies. Mark felt you clench and so he asks if you’re close but before you could reply you were already coming. Mark thrusts a few more times before he was finishing too. Mark lays down beside you and holds you close.

“Thank you,” you say looking up at him and he kisses your forehead. Just as you were about to sleep, Jiji cries and both you and Mark grunt and then laugh. 

 --

FRIDAY 

You had Jiji sit on top of your lap while Mark was taking videos of you two. You and Mark had agreed to somewhat date and to take things slow. If anyone walks in on the three of you, you would’ve looked like a happy family. Not that you aren’t, you three looked too cute. 

The door unlocks and reveals the shocked face of your mother.  “Mom?” you say, tone a bit higher than you intended. Mark goes to help life the suitcases your parents bring and also doesn’t forget to greet them. “How was the trip?” “It’s great honey. What about the three of you?” “I’ve had fun with Mark” “Y/N’s lovely, Miss Y/L/N,” you and Mark say simultaneously. Your mother seems to pick up the (cute) tension between the two of you and smiles. “How was Y/N with Jiji?” Mark smiles and tells her all about the adventures the three of you had gone through. Mark bids you farewell and promises to see you again. 

 --

“Bye dear! I hope you don’t mind that Mark helps you out with Jiji?” you shake your head and shout “Not at all! Stay safe!” and Mark enters your home. You jump and he catches you with no trouble, wrapping your arms around his neck you both say, “I missed you,” and you smile as he leans in to kiss you. 

Needless to say, you were happy with the service he provided.    

[fancyversace]

Clueless (Ted Logan One-Shot)

N/A: I wrote this last year (I mean, is the only this I’ve wrote entirely in this language beyond 200 words) and I had lots of doubts about publishing it cuz English isn’t my first language and I really hate make mistake while I’m writting, I hope that you like it and forgive my rookie mistakes lmao. Enjoyyyy!

Characters: Ted Logan x fem!OC

Warnings: None but pluff! C'mon, Ted is a cutie pieee.

A long time ago (unfortunately not in a galaxy far, far away) Ted used to be Angelica’s neighbour and friend. And he’s been in love with her since forever.

Nobody can blame him, she was gorgeous. She was also funny and kind, and was an amazing cook too; he loved when she callend him Teddy because his mom was the only one who called him like that, and she was the only person besides her who did it too. He felt weak everytime when she tangled her fingers into his hair, or when she brused it softly. She smelled like cherries, and she always looked stunning.

He didn’t understand it, she couldn’t be that magnificent without effor. But guess what? She could and he couldn’t help but fall truly in love with her.

When she went to college in Los Angeles, he felt a bit lost and empty. He missed her so much but at least he had Bill, and he wasn’t too lonely.

Ted didn’t see her since three years ago, but that was the best for her and he knew it. She was one of the most clever minds in High School and she graduated with honors, it’s logical that she deserved study in a smart college with a bunch of smart people. He was the only boy she knew that wasn’t smart enough to stay permanently in her life.

She was a truly bodacious babe, and he was a clueless eighteen years old dude who was dumber than hell.

Talking about that, his luck (maybe his brain too) was so bad that he’s almost reproving physics because… Well, he doesn’t understand a flying shit of it.

Honestly, not everything was his fault. The teacher didn’t explain again when he expressed his concerns and doubts, or didn’t help him when he asked for her advice in many ocassions to resolve those hellish excercises.

When she said his terrible grades, he felt almost humilliated when his classmates started to laugh about him, some of them screamed that he was an idiot, but he looked like he wasn’t too worry about it.

Internally, he was almost crying out loud. Maybe he’s a bit goofy and clueless but he has feelings, and that witch hurted him when she told out loud that he won’t approve her subject and he won’t pass the final test because he was a dumb boy.

Ted doesn’t hate anybody, he’s a goog guy, but in that moment he almost hated her.

“Dude!”, Bill yells at Ted trying to attract his attention. He was so inmerse into his head that forgot about Bill being by his side. “Are you worry about the physics witch? Aren’t you”, his best friend asks.

Ted nods with a gulp when he realizes his fate. His dad is gonna kill him when he finds that out.

“I’m so over, dude”, Ted pulls his dark hair with concern. “Dad is gonna kill me, and the band will split.”

“No way, dude!”, Bill yells again. Ted knows how much his blonde best friend loves to yell when he’s excited or mad. “If you approve the final test you will pass the subject, that was the physics witch said.”

“And how the heck will I approve the test if I don’t know anything about the subject?”, Ted asks. “It’s impossible, dude.”

“No, it’s not!”

The two of them walk through the parking lot when Bill’s step-mom, Missy, parks her car waiting for them. The only thing is that she isn’t alone this time.

That’s a bit weird, being honest. Missy not often has female company, not since she got married Mr. Preston.

And like always, Ted punches Bill’s shoulder and reminds him:

“Dude, she’s your mom!”

Bill moves his head right to left, looking dumber than usual.

“She’s a bit older than us, dude!”, the blonde boy answers. “And look at that babe, is gorgeous.”

Maybe Ted was worried about his low grades in physics and stuff, but when someone mentions «babe», he just can focus on the girl.

He was in love with someone who didn’t have idea, not married or something.

Missy gives them a kind smile when they get close to the car, and the second girl mover her head too; his throat’s dry and his stomach twists nervously at the sight of Angelica.

How can it be that possible? She was busy studying a smart career with a lot of smart people in LA, not in San Dimas!

“Hi!”, Angelica greets when they get into the back seats with a jump. “Gosh, you guys got truly handsome while I was away!”

Okay he’s really nervous right now, but he can act carefree about the situation. He oftenly does it and he manage to fool people making them believe he’s carefree about everything… While in his head he’s on crisis and most of the times crying internally.

Yeah, being a clueless eighteen years old dude isn’t an easy job.

But Angelica is smart and he’s not sure about how many time he could manage this whole situation, she knows him better than himself does.

“You know, baby”, Bill starts to talk crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Puberty and stuff.”

Ted looks at Bill archeing his brows with esceptical eyes; Missy tries to not laugh about him and Angelica smiles.

“I believe that of Teddy”, Angelica says and those butterflies in Ted’s stomach starts to make troubles there because of the nickname. “He was shorter than you three years ago, but look at him now. I’m sure he could play basket in college.”

Oh c'mon! She’s making his whole carefree thing harder than usual.

“I don’t think so, babe”, Ted replies with a shy smile. “But thanks for the accompliment.”

Angelica gives him a bright smile, Missy drives to theit neighbourhood and Bill half-shuts his eyes looking at his best friend, who has his «daydreaming awake» face right now.

Oh man, this guy is so obvious.

“Dude!”, Bill mutters punching Ted’s right arm. “Did you get her over?”, he looks at Ted’s guilty face and opens his eyes with surprise. “You didn’t!”, he mutters again. “Why did you never tell me, dude?”, and yes, Bill punches Ted’s arm again.

“Cuz I knew you’ll be so agressive like now!”, the darkhaired boy mutters back. “And she can’t know about this if I don’t tell her, okay?” So shut the hell up, dude.“

Bill fakes closing his mouth like a zipper and Ted takes a deep breath, being sure that those pretty girls in the fron seats are busy talking to each other and didn’t notice the mutters war that he and Bill had a few seconds ago.

When the car arrives to the neighbourhood, Missy stops it in front of Ted’s house. His dad is in the living room and he can see him through the windows. He can’t help but gulp feeling a bit anxious, and a second later, he and Angelica get out of the car, because her house is next to his own.

"See ya, dude and babe!”, Bill yells at the two of them and Missy shakes her hand in goodby, starting to drive to their house.

Ted barely had noticed that Angelica just has a simple backpack with her, and he look at her with curious eyes.

“That boy won’t change ever”, she smiles. “And you neither, in attitude I mean because physically you grew up very well”, Angelica adds and then looks at the door of her house. “It feels like a century since the last time I looked at that door.”

“It’s been three years since the last time you were stood right here, Ange”, he replies sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “For everyone here that feels like a century.”

She approaches at him, brushing his hair softly, just like only her knows to do it.

“Yeah, I know”, she nods while her hand rests onto his left shoulder. “I missed you a lot, Teddy.”

And Angelica hugs him, burying her face in his chest; she’s a lot shorter than him but that doesn’t matter, being honest. She always says how much she loves the way he’s taller than her (even when he was shorter than Bill a few years ago) and the way they both fit perfectly in each others arms without effort.

The butterflies attack his stomach again while he’s thinking about her. She’s so bodacious that it looks almost like a joke or something.

“Theodore, come here”, his dad shouts opening the front door.

And there’s the fear filling his body again, he’s over… No, he’s more than over, he’s a clueless dead dude.

“Bogus”, Ted whispers and Angelica breaks the hug moving her head, staring at Captain Logan with mischevious eyes. “What'cha gonna do, Ange?”

“Shut up and follow me”, she whispers back and they approach together to Ted’s dad, who has this scarying furrowed eyebrows face.“Hi, Captain Logan!”, Angelica greets with a pretty smile. “I’m sorry if Ted is late, I borrowed him for a few minutes because I arrived to San Dimas this morning and I went for him to the School. Excuse me for that, it’s just… I missed him a lot.”

Captain Logan’s face gets a bit softer (in a way that Ted didn’t believe he could) after her speech.

She’s such a sweet talker and she always wins everything she wants. She has talent and he knows it very well.

“There’s no problem with you, Angelica”, Captain Logan says. “But the principal called me a few minutes ago and told me Ted is gonna repprove physics if he doesn’t pass the final test.”

Oh, no those disapproval eyes. He hates them since forever.

Ted gulps feeling anxious and nervous again. He’s dead.

Angelica giggles and Ted forrows his brows.

“Oh, that has sense”, she says. “He had worried eyes all the way until we came here but he didn’t mention nothing about it”, Angelica pats his shoulder very gently. “I could help him with it if you give me your permisson.”

Okay, her mental sanity went to hell very quickly than he thought.

“I don’t wanna botter you with this, darling”, Captain Logan replies. “He will be better studying alone in his room without hanging out for this entire week until he passes the test.”

Yeah, he’s officially dead.

“But Captain Logan, I’m very sure this whole situation isn’t his entire fault because I know his physics teacher, the woman isn’t so kind and sweet, y'know”, Angelica expresses. She’s good. “I had some troubles with her when I was in High School, and I can help him to approve the test, I swear.”

It takes a few moments but after all her argue, Captain Logan accepts her offer for Ted’s surprise.

“With two conditions”, Captain Locan says a little bit too loud and bossy. “Nobody is hanging out to nowhere and he’s gonna studying with you here in the house while I’m working, until I return from work. Understood?”

“Yes sir!”, the both yell.

Angelica loves to yell like that when she’s in front of Ted’s dad. It’s something funny to do.

“I gotta go again, I’ll be back in the evening”, he looks at Ted. “Take care of your brother, Theodore.”

“Yes sir.”

Captain Logan gets out of the house and walks towards his car, leaving them alone again.

And when the vehicle is out of the sight, Ted takes a deep breath feeling calm at last.

“That was so damn close”, Angelica points, giving him a look. “Could we get into the house? I know we live in California, but the heat is gonna roast me alive.”

Ted laughs.

“C'mon babe.”

Angelica is gonna explain him physics an entire week and they will be alone a bunch of hours until his dad retirns of work every evening… Oh man.

Somebody send help please, Ted will be over for real because a single reason: a pretty and smart girl called Angelica.

[melancholydreadfuldream]

seven devils dreaming

Fandom: Doctor Who

Summary: DW AU. You have a new assignment, to keep an eye on a man called John Smith. Easy, right? That’s until the truth is revealed behind who John Smith really is. The most dangerous man in the universe, the trickster of the world, the last of the Time Lord, the oncoming storm called the Doctor, trapped in a human state.

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x Reader

Warning: ooc, deception, mention of sex, a possibility of dark!doctor, obsessive behavior, mention of torture.

A/N: Honestly, this is also a nonsense of a fanfic indulging in the idea of dark!doctor. But I couldn’t write very well hence this will be a painful read. But I’m gonna post it anyway because I am evil.

Ugh, I was bored. I have been inactive ever since my last mission 2 month ago. I have been assigned for desk duty which is such a waste of my potential. I am one of the best actives in the Division where I work. And yet here I am sentenced into desk duty as punishment for punching the jerk-face that is my client during my last mission. In my defense, that jerk-face deserved it. That man was horrible and it was times like this I hated my job, to protect bad guy like him. Though in my line of work it was actually all about the pay day.

The base where I work is located in some alien planet with permission from the local. We got along with the local fairly well. The Division offered protection in exchange for the space we occupied for our headquarter.

The Division consists of both alien and human, we are all to work together to monitor the happening in the universe and sell information to those who seek it and depending on the clients, we are to step in to stop the chaos or cause it. We are no shadow proclamation or even time agency. In fact, the time agency hated us but still sometimes they also used our service.

Someone dropped a folder on my desk right in front of me.

“Look like you got your wish, (last name), you are off desk duty. That is your new mission.” Luke said. He is one of my co-worker in analysis section. He is not an active like me. In Division, we called our field agents an active.

I picked up the folder with excitement and frowned when I saw the contain. “Babysitting duty? Again? Why me? Can’t someone else do it?”

Luke is annoyed. “Would you prefer desk duty then?”

“I will take it.” I quickly said.

“Good. Because you don’t actually have a choice. The big guy upstairs ask for you specifically for this assignment.”

“The big guy did? Is this another punishment?” I asked in exasperation.

Luke shrugged. “Wasn’t that bad. You get to be undercover the duration required to keep an eye on that guy.”

I pulled the picture of my target. A handsome man called John Smith. “Is that a fake name?” I asked. The man in the picture is actually good looking, an eye candy, so maybe it won’t be so bad.

I read the detail regarding this John Smith. A human. A history teacher for a school in Beacon Hill, a small town on Earth. He also work as a librarian.

“Ugh, boring…” I complained. “What is interesting about him that someone pay us to keep an eyes for him?”

Luke shrugged. “Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

“But this guy sounded boring. His lecture probably put his students to sleep.” I mocked. “Also, ‘keep an eye on him by inserting active on his daily life’. Please don’t tell me I have to be undercover as a teacher?”

“I felt bad for your students if that is the case…” Luke said in flat tone.

“Hey!” I yelled offended.

“You actually can pick how you are planning to insert yourself into his life.”

I grinned mischeviously. “I want a job where I get to kick bad guys in return for watching over that boring man.” I gasped dramatically. “A private investigator. I always wanted to be a PI.” I grinned. “(Name) (last name) PI.”

“Glad to see your finding amusement in this.” Luke said but his tone is anything but glad. “How are you meant to watch over him if you go after bad guys?”

I shrugged. “I will make it work.” I picked up the picture again. “I’m about to rock this guy world.” I said with a huge grin.

Had I known who John Smith really is, I would have refused the job. But I was set up.

&&&&

“The Doctor is indisposed. He won’t be causing us trouble. And I have employed actives to distract the human doctor.”

“Make sure it stay that way.”

&&&&

Inserting myself into John Smith’s routine is fairly easy. I ‘met’ him during his time working in the library. I was there for research. I introduced myself as a PI who just moved in town.

John is polite and awkward but very helpful in my research.

I thought it would be fun to be PI but considering I was in a small town, there is hardly any excitements here.

As a PI, mostly I got bored at my office which I rented on the second floor of a bar. The place is quite large so that’s where I stay for the night.

I didn’t stalk John all day because I didn’t want to catch attention of the people of town so I hang out in the bar and befriended the bartender. Small town, people like to gossip, so I have to be extra careful, newcomer tend to catch the town people’s eyes. At least, the bartender is cute and friendly, his name is Holden.

My first case is to find a missing cat much to my chagrin. The second case is slightly more intriguing, to investigate a husband affair.

In between, I always made sure to go to the library for my 'research’. I got to speak with John a few times now and he is hilariously awkward with women. Some women in Beacon Hills evidently find him eye-pleasing and love to flirt with him. After I saw how he dealt with them, I realized I can’t be outright flirting with him. He would just shot me down like he did the others.

Though, I supposed I have a better chance because John is definitely interested in me when I mentioned that I work as a PI.

He is curious why I moved into the small town of Beacon Hills and I said I needed a fresh start.

&&&&

John found me lurking around at the school where he teaches.

I told him I have a concerned parent as my client who want me to take a look at their son’s life, fearing he’s involved with the wrong sort of crowd.

John, as a teacher, is rightly concerned and offered to help especially when, surprise surprise, the boy in question is actually one of his student.

Well, I was supposed to keep an eye on him too so him volunteering to help is helping my case. Two birds one stone kind of thing. I was pleased with myself.

I found out I was wrong about John though. His lecture didn’t put his students to sleep. He has a funny way to make history interesting. And it does help that he is good looking so most of his female students are very attentive to listen to his lecture in hope to get a praise. He is very likable among his students. He is one of the students’ favorite teacher.

John discreetly pointed to the boy, Clarke, his name. I turned to watch over the boy and he did look too distracted. John is concerned and he wishes to talk to the boy. Of course, it didn’t end well. Teenagers. They want our attentions and they don’t want it too. I watched as Clarke get mad at John and left.

So I followed the boy, he is my job after all. I wanted to get paid so I have to report the case as soon as possible. I have some other boring clients I need to deal with too beside Clarke’s parents. The soonest I finish with all of them, the quickest I could establish my reputation as PI here and get accepted by the town. Then I can finally focus back on my primary mission, John.

Of course the son of the client ended up in trouble and I have to intervene. Though I ended up in jail for starting a fight with the local drug gang. The parents are right, Clarke did get into a mess with the gang and now they are blackmailing him. Once I found out what they have on Clarke, I politely asked them to hand over their blackmail material to me and they laughed in my face. So I violently asked with my fist instead.

The Sheriff glanced at me in displeasure as I stared back at him from behind the bars. I could tell he dislikes me already, probably think I’m trouble. Well, he’s not wrong.

John surprised me when he come to the police station to bail me out. He seemed on a good term with the Sheriff that the old man actually let me off the hook.

“Thanks, I owe you one.” I said as we got out of the police station.

“You didn’t owe me anything, Miss (Last Name). You are doing a good thing after all…for Clarke…”

“Yeah, just call me (Name). I didn’t do it for Clarke. I’m being paid by his parents, remember?” I dismissed his claim.

“Still, you saved him from the gang. I’m grateful for that.” John turned to glance at my face. “That look hurt.” He tentatively touches the bruises on my face.

I winced.  "Should have seen the other guys…“ I said with a laugh.

“I really can’t say I’m approve with how you deal with the gang though…” he said in firm tone.

“Ah, you are one of those pacifist people, huh?” I rolled my eyes.

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far…but I do believe in less violence and more talking.”

“No wonder you are a teacher.”

“What’s wrong with being a teacher?”

I shrugged. “Nothing, I suppose. Well then, Mr Smith, thank you again for your help but I gotta go…”

“Call me John.”

I blinked and then shrugged with a small smile. “See you around, John.”

“See you soon, (Name)” He actually pick up one of my hands and kissed it like a gentleman from those classic movies. “Take good care of yourself.”

&&&&

The next day, while I was hanging out on the bar nursing my drink, I spotted John entered the bar. I raised my eyebrows at him. He didn’t strike me as the type to go to a bar sort of person. Too gentlemanly. He seated himself beside me without invite.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you suppose to teach Beacon Hills’ bright young minds?” I asked teasingly.

“I have a free period.” John replied as he glanced at me. “I feel concern for you.”

“Me? Why?”

He shrugged. “So what about you? No client today?”

“Nope.” I said. “Can I buy you a drink, John?”

“Sure.”

And from then on, we become sort of friends. I hang out on the library in lazy afternoon when my work as PI is slow. He hang out at the bar at night at my request whenever I need to wind up. I also invited him to my office to have a look around.

“Sorry, the place is messy…” I said.

“It’s fine. I’m the one who is intruding…” He glanced around the room. “You sleep here?”

“Yeah, can’t afford separate living space and office.”

John hummed. “Nice place though.”

“I know.”

&&&&

“So what’s with you and the teacher?” Holden, the bartender asked one day.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “What do you mean?”

“Lately I saw you hanging out a lot with him. Are you seeing him?”

“Just friends.”

“Friends that hang out most of the times?” he asked in obvious disbelief.

“we find kindred spirit in each other?” I spouted out bullshit.

“Fine, if you don’t want to tell me…” Holden shrugged with a pout. “You are alone today?”

“yeah. John has a teacher gala thing.”

“He didn’t invite you along?”

“Not my thing.”

He finally left me alone to deal with the other customers.

&&&&

John is adorably awkward. He told me about a fellow teacher at the school, Joan, who seem to be politely flirting with her.

“Well, if you like her, flirt back.” I said.

“I don’t know…”

“Why? Do you have someone you like already?”

“No, not really.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I think the school has rules about fellow teachers getting together…?”

“Screw the rules…” I said. “If you like her, you should give her a chance. What if she is the one for you, John and you missed your chance because of some rules?”

“I suppose…” John looked reluctant.

I rolled my eyes. “Do you need my help with her?”

John’s eyes widened. “No!” He practically yelled.

“Geez, okay, no need to yell…”

“Sorry.”

&&&&

John started seeing Joan so he started to spend less time with me.

When I reported this to my handler, Luke, he gave me an earful about it. So I had to do something.

I stalked both John and Joan on their date. I started to investigate Joan for dirt. I have to sabotage their relationship. Not my proudest moment especially since I was the one who push John into dating her. Eventually they broke up and John return to hang out with me, nursing a drink together over his short-lived romance. Though I get the feeling John isn’t entirely too troubled with the break-up.

&&&&

I finally established my reputation as a PI in Beacon Hills when I 'rescued’ a child from a kidnapper. Honestly, it was just a coincidence. I just happen in the wrong place right time kind of thing.

I become sort of famous because of what happened. My picture is in article on local newspapers. The Sheriff is actually start to look at me differently and acted all nice with me.

John gazed at me with admiration as if I have suddenly become his heroine or something. He took me out on a dinner. I told him to meet me in McDonald for burgers much to his astonishment. I think he want to take me to a fancy dinner but I hate that.

I started getting more clients as a PI. The Sheriff also started to invite me to help with his cases. I started getting into my fake job a little too seriously now, almost neglecting my primary assignment.

Luke, for some reason, seemed to know and reprimand me to 'up my game’. Ugh, I don’t like this part because that meant I have to start getting romantically involved with John to keep him with me.

So during a night while he’s hanging out on my office while we drank alcohol together, I kissed him. He kissed me back. But he acted like a proper gentleman, telling me that I was drunk and it would inappropriate of him to take advantage.

John is acting weird lately, like those lovesick fools. He become more affectionate with me, holding my hand, caressing my hair, smiling adorably at me, stuff like that.

I should be happy because he’s acting exactly as I expected him to but I like him as friend and It just so weird to change the dynamic. But I know I have to make the jump on that.

&&&&

John is upset with me. He’s actually mad because I didn’t properly acknowledge what we have, whatever that is.

“Do you like me, (name)?”

“Well, yeah, you are my best friend, John."

"That’s not what I meant and you know it.” John looked frustrated. “I want more from us. And I would like it if you want it too…”

I wanted to hit myself in the head. I should just follow the mission and become his girlfriend but I genuinely like him as a friend and I don’t want to pretend to love him. Even though for the sake of the assignment, I have to. I can tell John is losing patience in dealing with me. I have been brushing him off lately and then being affectionate next. And I said assignment, but really its all about the payday, isn’t it? Part of me feel horrible because I do consider him as friend but another part of me, the sensible one, forced me to face reality. John is just an assignment, not a friend at all. When the time come, I would have to left him behind.

John displeased with me and left, refusing to talk to me.

Now what? If he is mad with me, it would be a bit hard to keep an eye on him. Luke is going to give me hell for this. But I did accepted this assignment so I have obligation to see it through at any cost.

&&&&

I got a client, a young lady who is afraid of her husband who apparently a very influential individual in this town. The husband abused her hence she wishes for a divorce. But the husband refused so the lady, Mary, wishes for me to discreetly get a dirt on the husband and blackmailing him into divorcing her and left her alone. So I made plan for a stake out on the husband.

I saw John and he is being cold toward me on purpose. I don’t like it.

I got dirt on the husband but I wasn’t careful and was found out. His henchmen attacked me while I was walking home alone one night. Had it not for John I would have got hurt a lot worse. It was the first time I wonder if John has a dark side. The calm way he handle the henchmen with precision movement to disable them while still give them a whole of hurts is kinda…amazing but also scary.

I gaped at him. “John?”

John walked toward me and sat down beside me on the ground. He gently touched the bruise on my neck from when they tried to strangle me. “I really wish you would be more careful.” He said with a sigh.

“Thank you for saving me…” I whispered.

“Just because I’m still mad at you, doesn’t meant I don’t care about you. Because I do care, (name)…”

“I…care about you too, John.”

“But you don’t love me…”

“Do you? Love me?” I asked.

John didn’t answer for a second. He sighed. “I like kissing you. I want to kiss you some more.”

I chuckled at him and winced as I stroke my neck. I closed my eyes and thought on the night we kissed. I don’t know if I want to kiss him again but right at this moment, I very much wanted to.

“We should report this to the Sheriff and you need to go to see a doctor.” John said in concern.

“No to both.”

John glanced at me in disbelief. “These men just tried to kill you.”

“Hazard being a PI? Means I’m doing my job right…somewhat…” I said with a hoarse tone.

“Not funny, (name).” John said firmly. “Look at you, you can barely talk. You really need to see a doctor.”

“Ugh, too much paperwork.”

“I will handle the paperwork.”

“John, I really just want to go home, you know? I’m beat up…” I said tiredly.

“Fine, but you’re coming home with me.”

“Fine.” I agreed to tired to argue.

&&&&

I glanced around John’s house. It was a bit small but lovely. I saw a few sketches on the coffee table. It was sketches of some alien in nature. My eyes widened. John is suspicious after all. I thought he was an ordinary human but he knew the existence of alien? The drawing of Daleks, Cyberman and many other alien species. It was really good though, the drawing. I didn’t know he could draw so well.

“What is this?” I asked as I waved one of the sketches.

“Oh, it was just a doodle.” John said. “You knew years back there are alien invasion on Earth. Those are supposedly eye-witness account of how the alien species look like.”

“You never encounter any of them?”

“Nope.”

I picked up a drawing of a young girl. “And who is this?”

“Rose…” John whispered solemnly.

“And who is Rose?” I asked.

John didn’t answer for a few seconds. “Nobody, apparently…just someone that didn’t exist.”

I frowned. I have a feeling there is more about this Rose. So while John is distracted, I took the sketch into my pocket, intending to ask Luke to investigate her.

John prepared a warm bath for me and tend to my wounds afterward. He also gave me some hot tea to calm my nerves. He gave me one of his pajamas for me to wear to sleep.

“You can take my bed, I will sleep on the floor.”

“Your bed is big enough for two. We could sleep together.” I said.

John raised an eyebrow at me.

“You know what I meant.”

He grinned.

I shook my head. “I’m tired. I will go to bed first.”

“I will join you later.”

“Just a warning, I snore.”

John chuckled.

&&&&

That morning I woke up with John’s arms somehow has envelop me. I turned to look at his sleeping face. I couldn’t help the small smile on my face. I discreetly removed his hands and move out of the bedroom as not to disturb him. It was still a bit early.

I took my bag pulled my smartphone and took a picture of Rose drawing and send it to Luke with a text to find out about her. Then I made coffee for myself.

Shortly after, John got out from his bedroom, with adorable messy hair, looking a bit in panic. He stopped short when he saw me chilling in his kitchen drinking his coffee.

“Hey…” I greeted innocently. “Coffee?”

He gazed at me and actually sighed in relief. "I thought you left the house…“

"What if I did?”

“I would have hunt you down.” He said with this expression I can’t decipher.

I couldn’t tell whether he was joking or serious. So I decided to change the subject to my case, the reason why I become a damsel in distress for John.

“I am a PI. This is what I do. And frankly I love it. I’m not gonna stop doing what I do just because some guy decided I was in the way.” I said when John expressed how dangerous my line of the work are.

To tell the truth, if I ever left Division, I could see myself working as PI.

&&&&

I managed to get back at the guy who tried to have me killed. I blackmailed him in regard of his illegal business, forced him to divorce his wife and make him agreed to give said ex-wife generous amount alimony.

He agreed very reluctantly but I know he won’t just let me go for blackmailing him. I know he will try different ways to hurt me but for now he will back off.

John is worried and tried to stay by my side whenever he can to make sure I will not be in danger. But he can’t do much since he has school to teach and other stuffs.

I reassured him that they won’t get the drop on me again.

&&&&

This small town lately become a hotspot for crime. Robbery, kidnapping and murders. And I used to think small town means less excitement. Now it feel like too much sometimes.

My relationship with John is still shaky at best. All because I couldn’t fully open myself to him. How can I? I’m living a lie. John might know my name and the fake background of mine but he doesn’t know the real me.

And John obviously is not what he said he is either. Sometimes i catches a glimpse of someone scary within John. It made me pretty curious to try to find out more about the true John. I suspect John’s identity is a cover up. But even as I suspecting this, I started to have all this confusing feeling for him.

&&&&

The nerve of her! That Joan! How dare she said that I’m not worthy of John? Who does she think she is acting all high and mighty?

When I told John about it, he grinned childishly. “You’re jealous…” he said, pleased and wrapped a hand around mine.

I scoffed at what he claimed. Why does John look pleasantly happy with the thought of me being jealous? It was kinda annoying me.

But to tell the truth though, Joan is right, I can’t imagine why John could ever love someone like me. I’m a mess.

&&&&

“The Doctor’s companion has contacted Jack Harkness for help in locating the Doctor.”

“Stall them. Divert their attention. Create a chaos near them. Do not let them find out the location of the Doctor. The plan must not failed.”

&&&&

“DON’T YOU DARE RUN AWAY FROM ME!!” I yelled on top of my lungs while I ran after the bad guy.

My target, upon hearing my banshee scream, ran faster. Only to fall spectacularly with a trick by John who happened to be in town while I was doing my thing.

John, who heard me screaming like crazy, glanced up from his conversation with a fellow teacher. He smiled in amusement upon spotting me. He saw who I was after and did thing I can explain, creating some sort of chain reaction with stuff around him which ended up with my target fell within my reach.

“Hah! Got you, jerk-face!” I yelled as I grabbed him.

Joan winced at my language.

John grinned as he approached me. “What are you doing with him, (name)?”

“Isn’t obvious? He’s a fugitive. I’m a bounty hunter at the moment.” I said with a grin.

John smiled fondly at me.

“How did you do that by the way?”

“Do what?”

“That thing you do… I don’t know what it’s called anyway, but that is awesome!” I said.

“Happy coincidence?” John said with a shitty grin.

I saw Joan from behind John, watching us with a look of disapproval which make me suddenly have an idea to annoy her some more. I pulled John down toward me and kissed him much to his pleasant surprise. He kissed me back. I saw from the corner of my eyes of Joan leaving the scene. I grinned into the kiss.

“What bring this on?” John asked.

“For your happy coincidence.” I said teasingly.

“Get a room.” My target scoffed.

I turned toward him. “Oh you will get a room, alright, off to jail you are.” I grabbed him and pushed him to the direction of the police station. “See you around, John.”

“See you tonight, (name).”

&&&&

I was drunk the first time I had sex with John. What the hell was I thinking? It was so embarrassing. I was upset because of a case. I lost a client that I personally get attached to. I failed her. I was so upset and I drank a lot.

John took me upstairs to my place where I shamelessly (at the times) seduces him with (oh dear, someone kill me please) a lap dance and basically being a tease till he agreed to bed me. John is a proper gentleman and at first has refused me, claiming he didn’t want to take advantage of my drunken state. Apparently I told him to hell with proper and if he didn’t bed me, I would find someone who would. And after that, I distinctly saw his eyes darken with possessive desire and he did exactly what I asked and more.

I have got to admit John is an excellent lover.

&&&&

I was pissed at John for suddenly proposing me with marriage. We haven’t even know each other that long to even start talking about marriage. Hell, there isn’t even a talk about it yet and here he was, cornering me with a proposal?! What.the.hell? And when I acted surprised and confused and absolutely against it, he got really quiet and withdrawn. When I asked him about it, he gave me the silent treatment. Seriously?

He acted like a maiden I deflowered or something and now demanding I marry him as a responsibility.

I sighed in frustration. At the risk of calling myself bitchy, I really think John is too needy and I don’t like it. He’s wonderful man but why is he in a hurry with our relationship? And in the first place, this isn’t actually a real relationship!

I contacted Luke and asked him how long I am meant to watch over John and if I really have to go through a fake marriage with him. I actually got order from the above to do it. Do everything within my power to make John happy and make him stay attached to me.

&&&&

John got shot, because of me. He was protecting me from a drive-by shooting. I was trying to talk to him but he stubbornly ignoring me and then he did that, protecting me again. How could he be so stupid?

I was getting emotional as I waited for him in his hospital bed. This was supposed to be a simple assignment so why did it went too far like this? John got hurt because I choose to be a PI while inserting myself in his life.

Thankfully his wound is not severe. When he woke up, I said 'yes’ to him. At first he is confused but when he realized what I meant, he smiled brightly.

After he got out of hospital, he become more affectionate with me even in public. I don’t do PDA, I only did that before to piss that Joan.

I was suspicious with the shooting though. Things seemed to happen around me and John which kind of pushes us together. I asked Luke if he or someone from above arranged that but he had no idea. He did promise to poke around for me.

&&&&

Thankfully we both agreed on a small wedding. In fact, I vetoed wedding dress. I wore a simple white dress on the day of our marriage and we signed on a piece of paper I didn’t bother to look twice with a fake priest arranged by Luke.

I moved into John’s house. We shared a room together and I settled into our marriage life. John still disapproved of how I handle my PI job from time to time especially when he found out I got hurt. One day, I got home with busted lips from my interfering a fight between crazy divorced couple and the dark expression that flashed across his face literally give me chill. I explained to him that it was just an accident and he really need to stop having constipated face every time I got a little hurt.

John is evidently angered by me dismissing his concern. He grabbed both of my wrists and demanded I paid attention to him. I flinched at his reaction and he apologized sort of.

Thankfully, afterward I only got small cases like tracking a missing dog or stolen family heirloom. The school is out on holiday. John wanted to assist me in my work. I narrowed my eyes at him unhappily. It is almost like he want to take over my life or something. But then when I saw the childlike delight on his face when he found the missing dog or successfully retrieving the lost item, I ended up allowing him to come along.

“You’ve got to teach me about that happy coincidence trick…” I said.

“(name), I wouldn’t know how to. I just do it.”

I pouted. “Just say that you didn’t want to teach me that.”

John and I accidentally got involved with a very scary pregnant woman whose water broke and she was cursing everyone during the entire birth while the ambulance is nowhere to be found. But the look on John’s face though when he deliver that woman’s baby… I almost worried that he’s going to demand we have a children but thankfully he didn’t.

John always gazed at me with that genuine expression. No one ever look at me that way before, no one but him. I told him as much. He would kiss my neck gently and told me that everyone who couldn’t really see me for me is a fool.

And I wonder if he really see me. I lied to him, I still do, but did he know? I become unsettled at the thought of being played by him. I become determine to find out why they wanted John observed and who he really is.

&&&&

Luke is frantic when he called me about Rose. Rose was that man’s companion. The Doctor. The most feared man in universe, the face-changer, the man who is capable of being kind as much as he is able to be cruel. I froze when I saw the many known faces of the Doctor on my tablet and one of them clearly is John.

I discreetly scanned John while he was sleeping and found out he is a human, only have one heart. But the Doctor has two hearts. What the hell is happening? Someone has turned him into a human. But who? And for what purpose? Are they planning to kill him? But why assigned the Division to keep an eye on him?

I groaned in frustration. What is the big guy even thinking to accept a job that involved the Doctor? What the fuck is wrong with him? He had made me a target for the Doctor’s wrath for when he returned to his true self if that even possible. I was really, really frightened by the Doctor. I heard the stories and it wasn’t good. I know he is capable of being kind but from my side, I only ever heard his famous cruelty of no second chance.

The Doctor is a good man. That was everyone always said. But they also said he is the most cruelest man ever. When he suffered lost of his companions, he snapped and enraged at the world. He called himself the Time Lord Victorious and that the law of time is his.

Although he’s getting better, according to rumor, that he’s making amend and taking both old and new companion again, saving people and planet and whatnot, the Time Lord Victorious still existed in him and still come out to play from time to time. And that is what make the Doctor is properly frightening.

I found out that his current companion is Martha Jones and Mickey Smith. So I grabbed my vortex manipulator and went to investigate them. From what I can tell, they have lost the Doctor. I was off my game apparently because someone put a gun on my back. I recognized him as one of the Doctor’s former companion, Jack Harkness. He found me lurking around and caught me.

They interrogated me. I have no choice but to tell the truth about John when Jack force-feed me a truth drug. They demanded I bring them to John.

&&&&

“Hand off my wife.” John said coldly as he pointed my gun toward Jack and the others when he saw me being kept as prisoner after we entered our house via vortex manipulator.

When Jack, Martha and Mickey realized that John really did not recognize them, they let me go. They were surprised to learn that John had married me.

John fussed over me. “Are you alright, (name)?"

I didn’t say anything. It was my first time seeing him carrying a gun and for some reason, he frightened me greatly. I tried to calm myself.

The companion furiously asked me what did I do to him even though I am as clueless as they are. Jack demanded that I take them to the Division and to the client that asked us to keep an eye on John.

John demanded everyone to shut up. He glanced at me, expecting me to explain but I didn’t. I refused to look at him. It was Martha who tell him all he needed to know.

John looked calm after he learned the truth from Martha. He scrutinize me with his eyes. "So it was all a lie.” He said, sounding strangely not surprised.

“You are way too calm about this.” I said. “Are you sure you really have no idea?”

John looked pissed now. “Would you like me to be angry, wife?” he spatted the word with venom.

I flinched. “You are the one who asked me, remember?”

“And do you even love me or was it all just an assignment to you?”

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it does!”

I looked away. “It wasn’t real.”

“You’re lying.” he said, almost pleading me.

“Am not. Ask Jack, he forced me to eat a truth drug. I can only speak the truth.”

Jack confirmed it.

John looked sad and defeated. I wanted to hug him but all my instinct is telling me to run. I could see it within John, the being called the Doctor, and I am afraid.

&&&&

I was forced to help figuring out what happened to the Doctor and who turned him into a John.

Martha said something about chameleon circuit? And something about a watch with perception filter. But John and I never saw a watch like the one Martha described.

I have no choice but to enlist Luke. He is pissed at me for ruining the assignment and for involving him with this mess. I glared at him. I blame the Division, what kind of idiot would willingly agree to mess with the Doctor in the first place anyway? The big boss should have his head cut off for being massively stupid.

&&&&

One mess after another later, we finally found the information regarding the Doctor’s Time Lord consciousness. Jack basically has to threaten to dangle the big guy off the window before he told us about the client who made the payment for John case.

I was surprised that John willingly agreed to follow on it despite knowing the return of the Doctor means the end of John Smith. John has not talked me to me since I told him everything between us wasn’t real.

Luke provided John with the tablet containing information regarding the Doctor. And he learned about Rose. “She was real…” he whispered in awe.

I almost felt jealous. Almost. I know I didn’t have a right to be jealous. So I turned away from him to focus on other things.

&&&&

I have no idea how someone got the drop off the Doctor. Apparently during an adventure with Martha and Mickey in some alien planet, they got ambushed by a young woman called Kovarian and her army. She tricked the Doctor into a chameleon circuit of her own. The Doctor is smart but he knew he can also be thick sometimes. He had no choice but to follow along Kovarian’s demand if he want to keep his companion safe.

Kovarian had promised to let Martha and Mickey go after the Doctor follow through with the chameleon circuit. And so he did. His time lord consciousness was stored into a special hourglass and the energy is being used for experiments. For what purpose, no one know.

True to her words, Kovarian did drop Martha and Mickey on Earth where they frantically contacted Torchwood for help in locating the Doctor. What they didn’t know is that Kovarian also dropped the Doctor turned human on Earth under watchful eyes of the Division. The companion had thought that she would have taken the Doctor off on another planet.

&&&&

I managed to retrieve that damned hourglass and I pushed it on Martha’s hand. I was done with them. I was done with John freaking Smith and the Doctor. While everyone is thoroughly distracted with breaking the hourglass and the time lord consciousness forced its way into John, I ran. I was a coward. I couldn’t stand any longer be in their presence.

Kovarian, having lost and cornered, decided to hold the Earth hostage. Now, they really need the Doctor to save the world.

&&&&

I cursed the big boss for putting me in this position. I packed up my stuff and decided to go on the run before the Doctor come for me. I picked up a bio damper to throw him off my signature in case he decided to track me. And I ran and I prayed and I hope he never bother with me.

But, of course, it was only a matter of time before he find me. Luke warned me about the Doctor coming to Division demanding to meet with the active called (name) (last name). I ditched the communication device I had on my person knowing its likely Luke’s warning call is traced by the Doctor. And I ran again.

That dreaded day finally come when I saw the Doctor’s Tardis one day.

John, no, the Doctor got out of the Tardis. He was alone. He glanced at me and said, “Hello, wife.”

“I didn’t want any trouble, Doctor.” I said quickly. “I didn’t know that John is you. Had I known, I would never…”

The Doctor regarded me curiously. “You are afraid of me.”

I didn’t reply as if that is not obvious considering who he is.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. I know you didn’t have anything to do with Kovarian.”

“Then why are you looking for me?”

“I just would love to talk…”

I stared at him flabbergasted. “Talk? About what?”

He shrugged. “You are my wife.”

“It wasn’t even a real marriage!!” I snapped. I probably shouldn’t have said that but I was really frustrated and confused with the Doctor.

“It was real for john so it was real for me.”

“John is not even real person!”

The Doctor shrugged again as if he can’t see that he’s upsetting me greatly or maybe he know but didn’t care. “You took care of me, sorry, John. And even if it wasn’t real to you, I would like to say thank you.”

I was confused with his line of thought here. What? Shouldn’t he be super mad at me or something?

“I would like to offer you a chance to travel with me in the Tardis just this once.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He looked surprised, his mouth hang open.

“Why would you spend all this time looking for me? Just to say thank you? I’m not stupid, Doctor. What do you really want from me?” I stared at the Tardis behind him. “Are you trying to trick me to get inside the Tardis so you could punish me or something?”

He looked saddened. “You really saw me as the bad guy here, huh?” He noticed some bruise I have on my wrist. He moved to touch me but I stepped backward. He didn’t take another step. “What happened to you?” He gestured to my wrist.

“None of your business.” I spat furiously. I wanted to kick myself in the head for poking the bear.

A dark expression crossed his feature.

I gulped.

He composed himself into a calm and polite manner. “I would like to show you something.” he said as he raised a hand toward me.

I stared at his outstretched hand. “Do I have a choice?”

He didn’t reply for a few second. “I promise you will not be harmed. And if you come with me, you will not regret it.”

I didn’t know what possessed me to accept his words. It was stupid of me.

&&&&

He took me to that night, in the past, the first time John and I had sex. I didn’t recognized it at first. The Doctor brought me to a place, the place where I lost my client and he told me to save her.

I was flabbergasted by him again. “Isn’t that against the rule of time or something?”

“Are you really gonna argue about the rule of time with a Time Lord?” he asked back.

So I did as he asked. I saved my client. But past me had no idea, she still think the client died.

The Doctor arranged for my client to leave town and start a new life.

I didn’t understand why he did this. “Why?” I asked.

“I remembered this night. The night you come to me, sad and lost. I remembered thinking I hated seeing that expression on her face. I want to make her, you, happy just as you made me a happy man that night.”

I blushed when I realized what he’s implying. My mind couldn’t help but having a flashback of that night we spend together.

The Doctor smiled at me. “I would really like it if you come with me, (name). Travel with me in the Tardis. Have adventure together, saving people. I know that’s the reason you love being a PI. Stay with me and we can go anywhere anytime.”

A warning bell rang in my mind for a while now but, being the idiot that I am, I ignored it in favor of that handsome face smiling beautiful lies at me.

&&&&

The Doctor is fiercely protective of me. He didn’t take it well when someone took me as hostage or when I got hurt by someone else’s hand. That part of him reminded me a lot of of my times with John. It also made me very uncomfortable.

One day, I found a piece of paper and I recognized it as my fake marriage certificate with John. But why did the Doctor keep it? And then I frowned when I noticed the signatures on the certificate. What should have been John Smith’s name is now written and signed as the Doctor. What?

I confronted him about it.

“I told you it was real for me.” He said.

“It wasn’t real! This is a human marriage custom! You are not even human!” I yelled furiously. I don’t know why I was so angry over this marriage thing. I felt like I have been imprisoned and I didn’t even realized it. “How did you even change the name in the first place?” I asked. “In case you don’t know, the priest who officiate our fake wedding is also fake. So this paper…” I waved it around. “…is meaningless!!”

“He was a real priest. I made sure of it.”

Did he seriously crossing his own time stream just to make sure we have a real marriage? I can’t believe it. He really creep me out right now.

“It is still legal and binding. You are my wife.”

“Like hell I am!!” I yelled. “I’m not your wife! You are an alien and thus the marriage is invalid!”

“Not to me.”

“You can’t do that! You can’t just decide on your own which rules apply to you and which didn’t!”

“Does it bother you that much to be married to me?” he asked. “Do you hate me so much?”

“You are frightening me.”

“I didn’t want you to be afraid of me. I would never harm you willingly.”

“Take me back.”

“What?”

“Drop me back on earth or wherever, I don’t care! I just want to be away from you.”

The Doctor looked hurt but to my surprise he dropped me back on earth. “I will come back for you when you have calm down.” he said.

I wanted to scream. “No, Doctor, I want you to leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

Oh I believe him. He is not going to let me go just like that. I started to mentally making a plan to run. But he took one look at me and he knew.

“Don’t run from me, (name).” He warned. “No matter how far you run, even to the end of time, I will always find you…forever.”

“Well, Doctor, considering you are immortal and I am not, I don’t think you will have forever.” I said cruelly.

He flinched at that. He gazed at me with a profound sadness that made me feel guilty. And then a darker expression replaced it.

I froze under his gaze. In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t say that last bit.

The Tardis vanished out of sight and I can finally breath easier.

&&&&

I contacted everyone I know and begged them to help me hide from the Doctor but one word of the Doctor and they all shut me down. They wouldn’t want to risk the wrath of Time Lord Victorious.

Not even the Doctor’s companion willing to help me.

“I don’t know what he see in you.” Jack replied with disgust. “But you obviously make him happy. Even though you seem to bring a darker version of him out…”

No, I am not, I wanted to scream.

“After losing Rose, you are the first he allowed himself to love…”

And that gave me an idea. If I could get Rose back… I heard she was trapped on the other universe. If I could get her back here, then maybe he will let me go. According to Jack, Rose is the light that make the Doctor a better person. If she is here, then maybe whatever darkness the Doctor harbour will be gone and I will be set free.

With that new mission in mind, I ran again from the Doctor while discreetly trying to enlist help in opening a breach on the other universe.

The Doctor always found me, like he promised. He rescued me from danger sometimes. He traveled with someone called Donna now. He introduced me to her but not as his wife to my great relief. He gave me a look that said to behave so I obeyed.

Donna excitedly greeted me. She was a nice enough woman and I like her. She begged me to travel with her in the Tardis, claiming she need a woman’s company.

I had no choice but to agree.

&&&&

Turned out I didn’t have to do anything about Rose. Because she is coming to our world herself. The fierce woman who love the Doctor and the woman he still loves. I can smell the freedom already.

The brightened smile on his face when he saw her is annoying to me. I don’t understand why I still have such complicated feeling for the Doctor. I tried to pushes my feeling down.

Then the Daleks happened.

And then there is a meta-crisis doctor who decided to call himself John. Both version of the Doctor are stupidly in love with Rose, I can tell. Does that mean I am a rebound?

I don’t know why I am so upset. Getting away from the Doctor is what I want, right? Was I in love with the idea of the Doctor loving me or do I truly have feeling for him? I closed myself and thought of the times with John. I did enjoy his company. I also enjoy the Doctor’s company. But what does this mean?

Then everything spiraled out of control. The Doctor had to seal the breach to the other universe but he left both Rose and metacrisis doctor on the other side.

No. Just No. This wasn’t supposed to… I was so confused.

In the end, I was left alone with the Doctor once more now that Donna is also gone, having her memory erased. Seeing him standing alone, the loneliest man in the universe, how could I keep running from him?

So I stayed in the darkness with him.

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I was screaming.

Why am I screaming?

Pain. So much pain.

Where am I?

I forced myself to open my eyes. I was restrained to a medical bed and there is sort of machine whirred around me.

I froze when I saw him. The Doctor. But he wasn’t alone. There are other people I didn’t recognize.

“We will have our forever, (name)…”

The Time Lord Victorious allowing the experiment on his so-called wife in order to prolong her lifespan.

I shouldn’t have put that thought about 'not having forever’ in his mind. Now I’m paying the price.

He didn’t lie. He didn’t harm me. He let them do the the dirty work for him.

I sobbed and screamed again.

A/N: I was listening to Seven Devils by Florence and the Machine on a loop while writing this hence the title.

[rosierossette]

Tempting -

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I didn’t post earlier! I got caught up at work, and I meant to prepare this post last night and just schedule it, but I got busy and forgot. But without further ado, my fic! 

Work Summary: Working as a Temp for Tony Stark you only expected your life to revolve around sending emails and important papers for Tony Stark. However, all that changed when Loki came to live with the Avengers. Two years later, they still don’t trust Loki and need someone to constantly watch over him and keep him from causing Mischief. Given the magical ability to control Loki with your words, your journey begins as you try to carefully tread the line between keeping Loki safe and keeping others from harm. But trying to control Loki has more problems than you’re ready for, and soon you discover why he’s the God of Mischief, and how much he’s willing to sacrifice for his freedom.

Warnings: None for this chapter. (I think? I’m not sure what needs tagging and what doesn’t. RIP). 

3001 words (Pain in the ass my dudes.)

Chapter 2

It had been a long exhausting day in the Avengers tower. Everyone was busy preparing for another mission, for another unknown species to attack, just something to go wrong in general. Fortunately enough, you were just a temp so you didn’t have to get all sweaty like everyone else was. You just spent your time writing up documents, emails and anything Stark needed you for. 

You were pretty much an errand girl for the Avengers, constantly leaving and entering the tower when they needed something. 

The only person however you were not required to follow was Loki. In fact, according to Stark, Loki had to follow your orders. Which was odd, considering the thousand-year-plus age difference between you, but you didn’t complain. It was weird at first having to order Loki around, but then you actually met him and realized you were perfectly fine with it. 

The first time you met him he called you a ‘simpering mortal fool’ and you immediately hated his guts. You had tried to be nice, in fact, you tried very hard. Then he insulted the way you spoke, and you’d had enough. 

Luckily for you, Odin, with much convincing from Thor, cast a spell on Loki, he would have to obey your every order. It so happened that your first order was for him to shut up and get over himself. Apparently, get over yourself in magic terms meant for him to do a very entertaining flip. You snorted, very loudly, and he growled. Although his mouth was closed and he couldn’t open it even if he had wanted to. 

You tried very hard to watch your words around him after that. There was no need to make the situation worse than it already was. Hard as that may be. 

You didn’t need him to hate you or the situation any more than he already did. But you couldn’t help the absolute relish you felt over the fact that a simpering mortal had control over a Norse God, and there was nothing he could do about it. It was not at all the way you thought your time at the Avengers tower was going to go, but who were you to complain about it? 

Unfortunately for you, your lack of complaining granted you more opportunities to hang around the emotional God. In the form of you now being Loki’s babysitter while the Avengers all went out on any mission that came up. Apparently even after two years of living with him, they still had a difficult time believing he wouldn’t try to kill them once the opportunity was presented. So of course, the Avengers usually opted to leave him home, something about him being untrustworthy. 

Loki, untrustworthy? I don’t see it. You rolled your eyes.

He didn’t exactly make it easy on himself, did he? All the stunts he pulled on the daily to prank anyone and everyone didn’t exactly help his case. This morning he had decided that locking Banner in his room until he went Hulk and smashed the door down was a good use of his time. While you did see the humor in it (Stark’s face when he saw the destruction was absolutely priceless), you also understood where the Avengers were coming from. 

You immediately commanded Loki to clean up his mess, and he glared daggers at you the entire time he did so. It wasn’t your fault that he kept causing useless destruction. It also wasn’t your fault that because of said incident, the Avengers had once again elected to leave Loki in the tower, with you as a not-so-willing babysitter. 

The sound of Loki’s coughing reminded you of your babysitting duties. Something you were not looking forward to. Loki made it very clear that he hated it as well. You imagined Loki as a baby drinking a sippy cup and you giggled. You’d rather babysit baby Loki than baby Loki. At least baby Loki would whine less. 

“Think you’re on babysitting duty one more time…” Loki’s voice trailed off as he read his book. You laughed softly. Luckily it was a pretty easy babysitting job. Even if the child in question was a bit too sarcastic and mischevious for his own good. He turned his head back towards you with a look that clearly said, ‘What did I just say?” You rolled your eyes. “Sorry,” and kept working on the computer. 

A few minutes later and the sound of Loki rising from his couch reminded you of your duties. “Where are you going?” You asked as you continued typing away. You hadn’t even looked up, the email was too important for you to stop working on. 

“Asgard.” His voice was full of boredom. 

You sighed in annoyance. “Where are you going?”

He finally answered, “I’m going to my hovel, my prison, my hell,” he sighed dramatically, brushing a hand over his face. “I’m going to my room, mother.” 

“I’m not your mother, just your babysitter-” You picked up your computer and followed him to his room, “-which means I have the absolute pleasure of going where you go, my child.” 

“I am not a child,” he growled at you as you entered his room. “And you are not invited in!” He turned to shove you out of the room, but you ducked just in time. He growled angrily, light surrounding his hands. 

Your heart thumped in fear, then it rapidly turned to anger. You didn’t want to be here any more than he did. It wasn’t your fault he hadn’t learned to control himself and his emotions. You had things you’d rather be doing as well, and watching him was not on your list. Why he felt the need to blame you for the Avengers idea was beyond you. What were you supposed to do? Not do what the Avengers asked of you? You not only needed this job, but you loved this job. You weren’t crazy enough to lose it. And it was the Avengers. They could kick your ass if they really wanted to. 

“Loki.” No response. Why he felt like dragging this out was beyond you. 

“Loki.” Still nothing. You were seething at this point.  

“Loki!” You growled at him loudly, causing him to look at you in surprise. 

“What?” He asked softly, his voice barely hiding his anger. He had forgotten about that commanding spell you had, and it didn’t make him any happier. 

You tossed the laptop onto the bed before putting your hands up in annoyance. “Loki, calm down and listen to me.” You walked backward until you were sitting on his bed, facing him. “I don’t want to do this as much as you don't want me to do it,” you growled lightly. “But unfortunately we’re both expected to follow the rules, and one of the rules is I can’t leave you alone!” 

“I am a King! I do not need a babysitter!” He hissed. He plopped down next to you on the bed, both of you seething. 

It took a few minutes before the both of you calmed down enough to think straight. This situation was annoying, and it was unfair for the Avengers to do this to the both of you, but what could you do? 

At least you both felt the same way about this. That helped make things easier, or at least you hoped so. You doubted you’d both come to some kind of agreement, but it made doing this less difficult. “I’m sorry Loki,” Loki arched his eyebrows in surprise. “I’m kind of a control freak, which doesn’t make any of this easier, for either of us.” You sent a small smile his way. 

“And I am the God of Mischief-” he turned to you, smirking, “-so I think that makes us even.” 

Picking up your laptop, you began leaving the room. “Well, I’ll just be working in the kitchen if you get bored.” Loki nodded, and you set up your things back on the dining room table. 

Less than an hour later, Loki strolled into the room carrying one of his many books. He nodded towards you in acknowledgment, and then promptly sat down on the sofa in the connecting living room. 

You continued working on your assignments from Stark, the keys clacking as you tapped them quickly. Satisfied that Loki wasn’t in as bad of a mood, you finished typing out your long paper about the properties of some of the Chitauri weapons that had been found recently. Stark was worried about the chance of the slime-like powers getting to humans and negatively affecting them, but so far no reports of people going crazy had been made. But ever diligent, Stark and Banner set out to make different experiments on the slime, that way we were prepared if any difficulties did arise. 

You could feel your back beginning to ache from sitting too long, and got up to make you some tea.  You smoothed out your skirt while looking for the teas, something you did without really thinking about it. Finally finding them, you selected a particular favorite herbal tea of yours. You found herbal teas to be your favorite and whipped out your favorite apple cinnamon. While you waited for your tea to steep, you glanced over at Loki. He hadn’t moved from his position since he sat down. 

“Loki?” You hesitantly called out as you walked over. He made a noise of acknowledgment but did no more. “Would you like me to make you some tea? I’m already making me some, so I figured while I was here-” 

“No, thank you.” He went back to his reading. If you hadn’t seen his mouth move, you would have assumed he hadn’t spoken at all. 

You shrugged but went to go grab your tea and set it down beside your computer at the table. At least I can say that I tried you grumbled to yourself. 

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Night had fallen when you finally stood, finished with all your work. The Avengers still hadn’t returned, so you were still on Loki duty. You looked over at Loki and found him still reading, not an ounce of weariness lined his face. 

Your stomach grumbled a good reminder that you had neglected yourself all day. You had gotten a lot done today, considering the babysitting you got to do. You stretched, your back popping, and you sighed in contentment.  

Much better. You had sat far longer than you meant to.  

You rummaged through the fridge, finding something you could possibly make for dinner. You thought about asking Loki if he was hungry, but he would probably lie only to come back to make food when you fell asleep. 

Your mind came across one recipe in particular that you could make, and upon seeing all the ingredients you needed, rounded everything up to make it. You weren’t sure it would be up to Loki’s taste, but you figured he wasn’t going to actually eat whatever you made anyway. So why struggle to make something to his standards, when you could eat something you actually enjoy? 

So you went to work. You cooked the pasta, you make the delicious sauce, and you cooked the chicken. The kitchen was starting to get a bit hot with all the different burners, so you took off the suit jacket you wore all day, and put your hair up into a loose pony. The light pink shirt you wore underneath the jacket had short sleeves, and you were thankful for the decision earlier in the day. 

Finally, when all the ingredients were cooked, you found pan to mix the pasta, sauce, and chicken in, then promptly covered the mixture with delicious white cheese and threw the entire thing in the oven to cook even more. While the oven worked its magic, you washed the pans and counters, leaving no evidence as to your work other than the smell that filled the room. 

When you had finished your cleaning you took the food out of the oven; the smell of the Chicken Alfredo made you smile happily. Mama would be proud of my work. You were even happier at the thought. 

You fixed a plate for Loki and brought it over to him, setting it on the coffee table next to him. “I made some chicken alfredo if you’re hungry.” You gestured towards the plate. “I only gave you a little bit, I wasn’t sure how hungry you’d be.” You stood up and headed towards the kitchen to make yourself a plate.

You took a bite and moaned softly. Damn, I’m good! You tried your hardest to not eat too fast, but you were absolutely starving and it was one of your favorites. When you finished what was on your plate and decided to get more, you looked to Loki and noticed his plate completely empty. 

“There’s more in the kitchen if you want some.” 

Loki looked up from his book lazily. “No, thank you. I try not to poison myself willingly.” He gestured towards his plate, “This thing you call a meal wasn’t even tempting enough to consider poisoning me.” And just like that, he was back in his book. 

Ouch. At least he’s honest? You tried to look at the bright side, but that stung a little bit. Yes, you weren’t exactly the royal Asgardian chef he was used to, but you thought you did alright. You followed your mom’s recipe, and even though it didn’t exactly taste like hers, it was close. 

You did do a good job, but that didn’t make you feel better. 

You swallowed a lump in your throat. Cooking was the one thing you were proud of and hearing someone say so nonchalantly that they hated your cooking hurt. You felt tears prick and the corners of your eyes and shook your head. You were not about to cry about it. Loki was a jerk, and you were well aware of that fact. 

So you walked away, grabbed your empty plate and headed towards the food for more. But as you stared at the pan, you were no longer hungry. You put the food away, washed the remaining dishes, including Loki’s, and started towards a spare bedroom in the tower. Since the Avengers had yet to return, you were stuck babysitting Loki overnight. 

Before you walked out of the room to start your search, you stood in front of Loki and cleared your throat. When he finally decided you were worth looking at, you spoke. “I’m going to bed. I’ve had a long day, and I have an even longer day ahead of me.” 

“If you’re after a good night, you’ve come to the wrong place.” Loki started to read his book again. 

“I’m not-” You were trying very hard not to be offended. “-I’m not after a good night. At least not from someone like you.” Loki looked up at you, annoyed over the fact that you hadn’t left him alone yet. “You’re to go to your room immediately, stay there all night, and not perform any kind of bullshit until I come to get you in the morning.” You reached your limit. You were annoyed. “Understood?” 

“Understood.” Loki snapped?. He quickly stood up, gathered his things and made his way towards his room. Slamming his door behind him was his way of defying your magical orders. 

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding and made your way to a spare room. When you had finally found one, you plopped down on the bed, just taking in the scenery. You realized you had no pajamas to wear and no clothes to change into tomorrow and cursed softly. You’d have to make a trip for new clothes. You debated going tonight, and just getting it over with, but you were exhausted. Not so much physically as you were mentally and emotionally. 

Watching Loki really put a lot out of you, and you really hadn’t even done that much. 

Deciding that you didn’t care, you opted to sleep in your bra and panties. Then when you had to go get clothes in the morning, at least you wouldn’t look completely ragged. You set your clothes on a chair, flattening them out in the hopes of avoiding wrinkles. Your hands rubbed over your clothes absentmindedly. Your thoughts lingered on the events on the day and having to deal with Loki and his many moods. 

You thought about using your commands on him and felt bad, but then remembered his penchant for trouble and the way he mocked your cooking and you lost your sympathy for him. He didn’t have to be a jerk about everything, and it wasn’t your fault if he chose to be so. Nodding your head in agreement with yourself, you laid down on the bed. 

You tried your absolute hardest to sleep, but it evaded you. You were uncomfortable. New bed, just you and Loki, sleeping at the place you work. There were many reasons for your discomfort. 

It’s just for a couple more nights. You thought to yourself. When the Avengers get back, I’ll get a nice paycheck from Tony, and I can go home and relax. You thought to yourself all the different things you’d do with that extra money but nothing came to you. You huffed at yourself in annoyance. Surely there was something you’d want? 

Clothes. I’ll buy more work clothes. Perfect! You really only had two dress suits to choose from at the moment, it would be nice to have more options. 

Besides, I’m around so many attractive men, it’d be nice to look a little more put together. You smiled softly. It was true, you did work with quite a few sexy hunks, why not dress to impress, right? 

You were starting to doze off thinking of all the men you worked with. When you finally did fall asleep, it was to the image of Loki blissfully reading while you worked. 

[cutegirlmayra]

Sokai Prompt

I’ve only really written a one of these but have so many ideas for them! This is just one of many I hope to put out there :)b

Prompt:

After helping another set of colorful characters in their world, Sora sits down on at the gummy ship with his usual, childish energy and happily places his feet Indian-style under himself.

He pulls out a very special section of his notes, taking out a pen and begins to cheerfully move his head as he writes. Back and forth,... a goofy grin and then back and forth... before nodding and pulling the pen away.

“Done!” he exclaims, mostly to himself. However, this attracts the cartoony attention of Goofy and Donald, who immediately lean over on either side of his chair, inadvertently trapping Sora as he looks to each of them.

“What’cha got there, Sora?” Goofy asks, relatively in innocence and pure curiosity.

In a duck’s poor articulation, Donald also quacks up, “Yeah, is it a love letter?”

“Huh?!” Sora, surprised by their sudden interest, goes to move the notebook away but Goofy sticks his nose right inbetween it. “Ah!” Sora was looking at Donald when he abruptly tried to close the book and gasped when Goofy’s nose made a honking sound. “Oh! Sorry, Goofy. Donald-!”

“Got it!” swiping the notes from Sora’s hand, Donald began to move to the side of the pilot’s chair and flip through it.

Sora fought ‘valiantly’ to get it back but Goofy held him back with one hand, giggling into the other in his infamous laugh.

Sora struggled as he switched from Goofy’s arm to reaching out for Donald. “Hey, no fair..!”

“Huh?” Donald’s eyes quickly skimmed the notes as he ducked his head into the book, reading quickly and animatedly. “This doesn’t make any sense...”

“Well, why don’t’cha read it out loud, then? A-ya-huk!” Goofy suggested as Sora finally pounded lightly on his hand and he let go, having Sora blush and reach for Donald.

“Dooon’t-! Offph!” he fell short as Donald stuck out his wand to pin Sora back, then trip him up so he fell straight to the ground while attempting to lean against the wand.

“It says, ‘a wonderful ride, maybe try some singing’?”

“Ohh... that is strange.” Goofy placed a finger up to his mouth. “Maybe it’s out of context, try and... uh... read some more!”

“No!” Sora’s head zipped back up, now on all fours. He looked truly embarrassed.

“Quuaah... ‘True love’s kiss breaks the spell every time, but maybe... true love is just being close to that special someone you hold close to your heart, and showing how much you care about them.”

“Stooopp!!!” Sora plugged his ears, pulling his hair a bit down on its sides in the process.

“Gwosh, sounds like Sora’s been doing some research of his own in the ways of the heart!” Goofy kid.

“Yeah! With each note, there’s a world we’ve been too. Awhhh... Agrabah. New Orleans... Wah! Here’s one from Dumbo! ‘It’s not the power of your special ability, like a keyblade or feather, that helps one to achieve their potential. Sometimes, it’s always just been inside you. If I can tell her my true feelings, which have always been inside me, then maybe I don’t need a Paopu fruit. Though I hear they’re very tasty... I wanted to wait to share one with-EMMPH! Emm, uhmph!” Donald was immediately seized upon by Sora’s hands shutting his bill tight.

With a face as red as his, he looked away and didn’t make eye contact, but Donald, while struggling, narrowed his eyes in determination and threw the book to Goofy, muttering something that sounded kinda like, ‘What’s the big idea?! Goofy!’

Goofy fumbled in a comedic way to catch the journal, then opened it up and began to laugh to himself multiple times.

Finally, Donald stomped on Sora’s big foot, “Oww! Hey!” Sora let go to reach his foot up, rubbing it, before forcibly slamming it down and having sparks fly between him and Donald’s eyes, a clear battle about to ensue before Donald turned his attention back to Goofy.

With a mischevious intent, he waved a hand out to gesture to him, “Goofy! Read it out loud!” then turned to Sora, hands confidently to his sides. “It’s about time you came clean... this could help you admit your inner feelings-WAHH!! Wha-Wha-whaa!!!” In the duck’s infamous cry, he dodged Sora’s keyblade swipe and ran from him as he charged.

“Get back herrrreee!!!” Sora called, as they raced around the gummy ship.

Goofy took a moment, scratching his head as though remembering to read out loud, and carefully plotting to speak clearly and read the sentences a few times, then finally nodded. “Ohhh’kay! It says ‘ere... umm... Oh right, sorry.” he flipped the page and laughed, as though looking at a blank sheet of paper. His eyes skimmed just like Donalds, holding the book really close before pulling it far away. “Duhh... ‘Grandmother Willow said to listen with your heart, and you will understand. Princess’...uh... oh! That’s gotta be ‘Pocahontas’ Gee... is that how it looks?” he turned the book to the side and squinted, as though incredulous to the fact that those letters all put together made her name. “Well, anyway, ‘Princess Pocahontas used that to learn John’s language. I’ve heard the saying that love is a language all in itself. Is that how she was able to communicate with him? Or even with us? Will Kairi know what I’m saying without really saying it with my mouth... but with my heart?’ Ah-yah-huk! Well, ain’t that the cutest thing!” He hugged the book close, still having it open, and shaking his head to emphasize his adoration of what he just read. “Reminds me of my Maxie! And his first crush. Why, he went all the way to that there Powerline concert just to keep a promise to her. Ah... I miss my boy.” He wiped a large tear forming at the side of his eye.

Suddenly, a keyhole opened.

Sora and Donald, in the midst of an absolute wrestle war, suddenly stopped mid-attack--a silly jumble of themselves--to see it.

“Goofy...” Sora, forgetting himself for a moment, noticed the keyhole and realized Goofy really did miss his son. He stopped the brawling momentarily, putting Donald at ease, and walked over to him. “Goofy... would you like to go back to your world now? Just for a moment to... check things out?” He smiled.

Goofy was extremely touched. Smiling wide, he then remembered the book and held it out. “We’ve been to so many worlds... You even wrote just here that when we went back to the Lion King world, Kiara and Kovu reminded you of how you’re constantly separated from Kairi... I guess... Ohhh... Me and Donald are constantly separated from our loved ones too.”

Donald sighed, “Daisy...”

“That’s right.” Sora looked back to Donald, “You guys sacrifice just as much as I do to be doing what’s right...” there was a moment of empathy in Sora, and he didn’t feel the need to be embarrassed about missing Kairi anymore, or the fact that he was writing down not only romantic devices he had learned from other worlds, but also colllecting his thoughts together to understand his own feelings.

He scratched the back of his head, “I promise, I’m not just goofying around.” he joked.

Donald laughed, but Goofy just smiled, “So, how are you gonna woo Kairi?”

He suddenly flinched and Donald laughed even harder, pointing to him, slapping his knee, and clutching his stomach.

Sora found a new reason to want to fight again... but instead, he just stomped a foot toward Donald and held up a fist, “Ohh! Like you could do any better!”

“I could! And I would!” Donald spat out, sticking his tongue out to tease his sensitive side further.

As the three headed into Goofy’s world to meet his son, the lyrics ‘Eye to Eye’ were the next Sora began to write down about.

“If we listen to each other's heart! We'll find we're never too, far apart, and maybe love(!) is the reason why,... for the first time ever, we're seein' it eye to eye.” Sora sang as he tapped his hands to the rhythm on the side of his captain's seat.

Goofy suddenly giggled.

So did Donald.

“What now?” Sora turned around, “Ariel taught me to sing and Sabastian said I had good pitch- AH!” Sora noticed the notebook still in their hands and their sly expressions of contorted, cartoony pleasure as they prepared to state what they were thinking.

“You want to stop by and ask Tiny Chef..” Goofy twisted one of his ears around his finger...

“-to help you make some...  Spaghetti?” Donald sneered, snickering in his infamous duck laugh.

Sora almost flipped to reach the two of them and rip the notebook away. 

[jinna-aka-ninja]

Hello! Could you please write something with the lost boys being in a relationship with the reader (poly maybe if you do that, if not is ok!) and the reader is really sick and has been for a while and came to Santa Carla to sort of die happy and she ended up meeting them. Maybe she passes out while having fun with them and she tells them she’s dying and they decide to turn her. Wow that is a lot you don’t have to do all that if you don’t wanna I don’t wanna tell you what to do haha!

I actually like this idea a lot! Seems like it would be fun to write and I am hoping that I do it justice! Oh gosh this is so much longer than I expected it to come out and I am so sorry. 

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Six Months. That was all the time she had left. "It's a long time. You will be fine. Safe and happy if you stay in the hospital." Her so-called friends had said to her. Of course they were more than likely just trying to make her feel better but the more she thought about she knew that those 6 months would not include Christmas. Her last Christmas she spent the entire day alone and bored out of her mind like any other day. How could she have let herself waste a holiday? Though...she didn't have any family left alive or in her life so the holiday would have been alone no matter what. 

This only hurt her emotions even more. How could she stay where she was? (Y/N) decided that it was best for her if she was to move. Just get out of the place and be somewhere new. Looking at a post card her mother had in a box of old momentos when she was still alive, (Y/N) decided that she should go to the place her mother said was one of her favorite places to be. Santa Carla. (Y/N) had never been there but the post card made it look wonderful, then again, all post cards were meant to make it look like it was a wonderful place to spend time. 

Making a few calls it was not hard for her to find a place to stay for a few months. In fact it didn't cost nearly as much as it would have but it seemed as if her doctor had made a few calls of their own and got the people who owned the place and were renting it out to bring the price down for her. It was clear that it was somewhere she was going to spend a bit more time before she would inevitably check into a hospice in Santa Carla. It was the deal they made so they wouldn't have someone die in their home. She agreed to this even if it did seem like a horrid way to go. Thinking that it would be best not to think about such a thing (Y/N) went to the airport so she could get there as quickly as possible. As much as she would have loved a roadtrip her doctors strongly advised she did not put herself through that much stress or it would make things go horribly wrong faster. 

Santa Carla looked just as amazing in person as it did in the picture she had seen. It made her feel rather happy. Going out every night and sleeping until noon. It had only been two weeks and it seemed that she had been bored. It was one thing to have fun but it was no fun when she was by herself. Walking along the sandy shores, shoes in hand, (Y/N) heard the sound of engines roaring behind her. Her head turned to look at the source of the sounds instinctively and she stopped walking. The bikes stopped near her as the hollaring of the boys had seemed to only get louder. 

It was not only them on the beach so the boys made no move to drain her dry. "Hey there beautiful. I thought the moon goddess didn't come down to earth but somehow you came to visit me." The long haired blonde with teased hair said as he sent a wink and brought a joint up to his lips. 

"Oh god Paul. Please no. That was just horrible. You really think that she came to visit you? It's pretty obvious that someone as gorgeous as that is here for me and not you." The curly haired blonde with a cherub face spoke with a rather mischevious smile. 

Now (Y/N) was rather amused by their words. A small smile pushing to pull at the corner of her lips. "You both are fairly handsome so if a moon goddess did ever decide to go and visit the people of Earth no doubt it woudl be to visit either one of you." She said to them. 

This caught the two off guard but the one with the shorter blonde hair and long coat seemed to smirk at her words. "She's quick witted too. Names David. That's Paul, Marko and this silent giant is Dwayne. " David spoke to her while walking up. He held out his hand for her to shake. 

The moment (Y/N) took a hold of his hand to shake he brought it up to his lips in a soft kiss. There was trouble in his eyes. Something that she was yelling in her head that she should stay away from but a more louder voice in her head told her that she didn't have much time anyway so there shouldn't be too much risk anyway. What was the worst that could happen? She dies?  The thought nearly made her laugh. "My name is (Y/N), you seem rather smooth. Though I always preferred rough." 

The look of mischief seemed to grow in his eyes as he heard her speak. He always did enjoy a little bit of a challenge and this girl seemed much more different than anyone else. "You should hang with us, kitten. I bet we can make you have some fun. You look a little bored." 

"I'm going to hold you to that bet." (Y/N) said to him as she seemed to feel as if her fun was only just going to start back up again. That would have been great! 

That was nearly three months ago now. The boys always seemed to have fun when (Y/N) was around. Always putting a genuine smile on their faces. It didn't take long for her to notice that they were not just  brothers they were more than that. Almost like they were dating. At first she thought it to be nothing but then she noticed that they were a lot more touchy with one another then they were with others. Though it seemed almost as if they were trying to get touchy with her as well. (Y/N) had refused to drink the wine that they offered. It happened almost every other night that they offered it to her. Each time however she said no because she was not supposed to drink. However she told David, Marko, Paul and Dwayne that she just didn't drink alcohol. 

Despite knowing them for so long now, she felt that it would be bad if she told them that she was going to be dying soon. How could she? They seemed so happy when they were with her and all (Y/N) could think about was how it could possibly effect them. Not wanting to break their hearts she kept it a secret. 

"Come on! It's going to be fun!" Marko said, "You can even ride with Dwayne. He knows how to ride without scaring others. He has Laddie usually but I'm sure the kid wouldn't mind riding with Paul just this once." 

She looked unsure as she looked at the bike. Sure it was a death trap but these guys had been riding them for so long that she was sure that they knew exactly how to drive them without getting hurt. Not to mention that (Y/N) would trust Dwayne with her life at any time. He was silent most of the time but when he did speak it was usually in ways that could make her feel like her heart was his at any moment that he wanted. It wasn't just his words that were smooth, his voice was smooth as well almost enchanting. 

The ride was thrilling to say the least. The entire time she was holding onto Dwayne's waist as tight as her arms could. This made him chuckle and laugh each time she gripped just a bit more tightly. When the ride ended, David whisked her straight off of the bike behind Dwayne. "Did you have fun Kitten?" he asked with a chuckle. 

Nodding her head, (Y/N) had her hand over her chest, a smile on her lips but something was wrong. She could already feel the heart beat accelerating. Something was going bad and she was unable to tell them. Trying to focus, she was unable to wrap her mind around the idea. (Y/N) was dizzy and things went blurry before her body went limp. Heart beating erratically as it tried to calm itself down. 

"(Y/N)!!!" Paul yelled out as David held her in his arms so that she wouldn't fall limp onto the concrete sidewalk. 

Dwayne seemed rather panicked. All he wanted was to make sure that she was okay and he was blaming himself for her being ill. Had he taken it too far? He was being very careful so that nothing went wrong. Dwayne never wanted her to feel as if she was in danger. Was she really just that scared? So scared that she managed to pass out? 

One thing did happen, when she fell just a bit when going limp, her arm hit a railing. Scraping against the metal just enough for her to get a cut. Blood dripping down her arm. They could smell it almost right away. The scent of the blood was off. Like something was ill. She had never bled around them before. But now they could tell something was definately wrong. Getting her back to the cave right away, David laid her down on the couch. They all sat in different spaces, Paul didn't even play the music because he could not help but worry. Each of them had frowns while David held the adorned wine flask in his hands. The dark red liquid swishing side to side as (Y/N) came to. 

"You weren't going to tell us were you?" David asked her. There was a seriousness in his eyes while he looked at her. Though it was also filled with worry. 

"Tell you what?" She asked them confused by their reactions. "That I tend to pass out when my heart rate goes just a bit too fast? I guess I just got a bit too excited." She laughed out but she knew the truth. She did not know that they knew the truth though. 

"I think he is referring to your being sick." Dwayne said looking at her almost hurt. How could she not tell them? They were so close to one another and yet she insisted on not telling them about something so very important like this?

Her eyes narrowed but she still looked confused. How could they know? They could not possibly get that information from her doctor. It was impossible. "What?....How coudl you know that?" She asked them standing up and looking rather defensive. 

David stood up and walked to her, "We know more than you think. We aren't what you think...We want you to join us. Drink. Be one of us. Stay with us." he said holding out the flask to her. 

"I can't drink." She said to him looking at the flask warily for a moment. "Alcohol is bad and will harm me." 

David gave a smile as he placed it in her hands. "This won't harm you. It will help you live. Live with us. As one of us...you're our girl (Y/N). Stay with us and be ours forever." 

Lifting up the flask hesitantly, (Y/N) took a sip of the sweet yet strangely metallic dark red-crimson liquid. It poured down her throat and things started to get strange. The boys were hooting and hollaring as the music began to play. Soon (Y/N) found herself being moved from one Lost Boy to the other as she danced with them to the music. In the end she wound up in a bed with them all wrapping their arms around each other and her. Laddie had been sleeping in his own bed so they got to use this one all to themselves. 

They had not quite explained to her how this would help her but she felt she could trust them. Besides, what did she have to lose? They were worth it. 

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Truth or Dare

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Requests: 39 for Steve from Stranger Things? and Steve Harrington for 34?Word Count: 2679 Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex (Please don’t do this, wrap it up people), Oral (female receiving)

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Everything changed when he decided to try for a job here. The- rental store was my safe haven for the longest time, a place away from the pain of school and home life. But everything changed when the former king of Hawkins High decided that my place of work would now also be his. Ever since I had that one math class with him in junior year, I had the biggest burning hatred of this guy, with his perfect hair and the cocky attitude. He walked into the store with Robin, which was very surprising, I didn’t even know they were friends. Robin was more part of my crowd, the overzealous drama geek who wanted to make it big, so Steve “The Hair” Harrington hanging out with her was a shock for everyone involved. The two of them walked in and somehow got the job. 

Then something changed. Maybe it was something over the summer, or this new found friendship with Robin Buckley, but he wasn’t Steve “The Hair” Harrington anymore. He was just Steve, the funny goofball that was extremely clumsy, that got food in his hair. He always knew how to make you laugh, with his corny jokes and bits that he came up with on the spot. 

Slowly, I fell for the guy that I once hated so much. He was always so sweet and kind, with that hint of sass.We became friends, well, work friends, and it was nice. For a while I thought I lost my favorite place, but really, it just made it better. 

“Hey Y/N, a few friends of mine are having a little party, and I was wondering if maybe, you would want to come with me?” Steve said. I turned around and looked at him funny.

“Really, you want me, Y/N Y/L/N, to go with you, Steve Harrington, to a party?” I asked. Honestly it was so strange, because I didn’t really think that I was that important to him. “I mean, wouldn’t I like, embarrass you in front of your friends or something?”

‘That is so untrue that it hurts, Y/N. Please come? I really want you to be there, and hey, it could be fun.” He looked so sincere, so perfectly kind, that I just couldn’t say no. 

“Ok, Steve, I’ll go,” I said. His face lit up as I said that, and my heart melted. I hated that I felt like this, and yet loved it at the same time. 

“Yes! I’ll pick you up after your shift, ok?” I nodded and we both got back to work, cataloging the new shipment of VCR tapes and figuring out what I was going to wear. 

I was lucky enough that my friend was free, so she delivered me a good change of clothes, a nice shirt that I had bought and a pretty black pleated skirt, like a schoolgirl would wear. 

Steve pulled up in his car, which was yellow, and the licence plate said todfather for some reason. It was a beautiful car, but I couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the license plate.

“Todfather, huh?”

“Hey! I got this car from Chief Hopper himself before he went missing!” He said, and I looked at him, he was a bit squirmy when he said that, like he knew something that I didn’t.  I ignored it and got into the passenger seat of the car.  Steve looked me up and down before making his way to my face. 

“You look really nice.” I blushed in response, and I tried to think of something witty to respond with, but my brain could only come up with absolute garbage.

“You too, “ I said, and then immediately mentally smacked myself in the face. 

The two of us drove out to a house near the woods.  It was small but I liked it a lot. Steve stopped the car and got out of the car. I tried to open the door, but it was closed abruptly, before he went around the car quickly and opened the door for me. I giggled a bit at how hard he was trying to be sweet. Then it hit me. Was this a date? Like, were we going together, together, or just as friends. It’s not like I could ask him anyway, that would just be way too weird. We both walked up to the door of the house, and he knocked on the door. The door opened and we were met with Jonathan Byers of all people. 

“Hey, you’re Y/N, right? Steve’s told us about you,” He said, and let the two of us in. 

“Didn’t you get beaten by him in your junior year?” I whispered into Steve’s ear. 

“Yeah, that was like two years ago, we’re friends now.”

We walked into the living room to see Nancy Wheeler, Robin, and a girl that I didn’t recognize, probably someone that Robin brought with her. I smiled and waved, and Steve went into the kitchen to grab some beers. I chatted a little bit, trying to talk about something, anything, really, until Steve came back from the other room with Jonathan, each of them holding a six pack of beer in each hand. Steve took two out of the case in his left hand and gave me one. I cracked it open and took a long sip. It tasted like garbage but it would do, and at least let me get through tonight. 

After everyone had finished off the beers, we were all passing around a bottle of whiskey that we found, talking and laughing, until Robin had this so called brilliant idea. 

“Hey! Everyone get in here, we’re playing truth or dare,” she yelled, waving her arms around. We all sat ourselves in a circle, with me in between Steve and Robin. 

The game was slow, and weird, with drunken confessions of giant psychic powers made of exploded human, and fighting this thing off with fireworks in the old Starcourt mall. After all those weird lies, it took a weird turn. At this point in the game, it was my turn to answer, and I was absolutely terrified. 

“Dare” I told Nancy, and she rubbed her hands together menacingly like a cartoon villain. 

“You have to sit on Steve’s lap for the rest of the game.” Steve shot death glares at Nancy, but I was honestly too drunk to care about anything anymore, but not like, so drunk that I couldn’t understand what was going on. I knew that this was going to be a little weird, but after the beers, nothing could really make me embarrassed. I moved over and sat myself down on his lap, wiggling a bit to make myself comfortable. I threw it over to Jonathan and watched as he had to pretend he was a chicken, which was severely entertaining. Then it went back to Steve, and, like a wimp, chose truth. 

“If you had to choose anyone in Hawkins to sleep with right now, who would it be?” Jonathan asked, giving him a look. Steve was so visibly uncomfortable that I wanted to just hug him and tell him that it was all ok, but I didn’t think that that was appropriate at the time. His face was bright red and he was so nervous.

“Well come on, Steve, no one’s going to make fun of you”

“Don’t be so sure of that, Y/N. I am always going to make fun of Daddy Steve no matter what,” Robin said, laughing her ass off. 

“Daddy?” I said, wiggling my eyebrows at him. 

“It’s a thing I called myself once and now Robin can’t let it go,” He said, his face getting red hot yet again. I giggled in response. Jonathan quickly changed the subject though, back to the question at hand.

“Steve, stop avoiding the question,” He said, shaming him. 

“Can’t I, like, get another question or something? Please?” 

“What’s wrong, too scared?” I said, teasing him further.

“No, it’s just that my answer would make everything more awkward,” He said, scratching the back of his neck. 

That’s when the idea came into my head. What if he was talking about me? What if he liked me? My face grew red as well and everyone saw. 

“You know what, I’ll let you do something else, but you have no choice in what it is. You have to do it, you here me?”

“Yep, please, I will literally do anything,” Steve said, with a relieved look on his face. Jonathan’s eyes had this mischevious look in them, 

“As the actual teenagers that we are, I say that a little round of seven minutes in heaven is in order, specifically, you and Y/N,” Jonathan said. Steve’s face looked like he was going to explode.

“Fine, let’s go, Steve-o,” I said, and pulled him off the ground. I took his hand in mine and dragged him off to a closet in the house. Steve set the timer for seven minutes, and I closed the closet door.

“So, will you answer it now?”

“Answer what?” he said. He looked at me like I was the only girl in the world, like I was the only one who was important. In that moment, I already knew the answer to my question. It was me. I was that special girl in all of Hawkins.

“You know what, just show me instead,” I said, grabbing either side of his jacket and pulling him into a kiss. The kiss was slow, passionate and hungry, the perfect first kiss. His hand cupped my cheek, as mine moved to his hair. I was desperate, so very desperate for him. He was there, the boy, no, the man that I had had a crush on for so long, right there on top of me. We were so lost into eachother that we barely heard the watch go off.  Steve broke the kiss, and looked at me with disappointed eyes.

“I guess we have to leave,” he said, a hint of sadness in his voice mixing with the absolute lust. My hand goes for the doorhandle, and I began to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Guess we have more time than we thought,” I said, pulling my shirt off in one fluid motion. His eyes wandered over my chest, as he did the same. “Steve, there’s something else I have to tell you though.” His lips grazed over my collerbone, before planting kisses up and down my neck.His lips trailed upto my ear and whispered to me. 

“What is it? You can tell me anything.”

“I’ve never really done this before,” and with that he immediately pulled away from me. 

“If you don’t want to do this, just tell me,” he said, eyes full of concern.

“No, Steve, please, I want this so bad. Steve, I want you.”

He slowly kissed his way down me teasingly, not letting a single inch of me untouched. His hand snaked around me to undo my bra, unclasping it and then pulling it off. His lips made their way to my breasts, kissing them before taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking. I cried out softly, and Steve put his finger to my lips, shushing me.

“Babygirl, if you keep being so loud, everyone else is going to be able to here you,” he told me. I nodded, as he trailed lower and lower down me until he reached the apex of my thighs, unbuttoning my jeans and throwing them away from the two of us. His mouth hovered over my clothed core, before sucking my clit through the fabric of my panties. I bit my lip so hard that I could taste blood, trying to make sure I was doing what Steve told me. I felt his hands pull the thin fabric down my legs, and my eyes screwed shut in anticiopation. His lips ghosted over me, before making their way to my inner thigh, sucking and biting, leaving bruises in his wake. My hands fell to his hair, and tangled into this locks. Finally, he licked one long stripe up me, and then began to suck on my clit. In a feeble attempt to silence myself, I folded Steve’s belt and put it in my mouth to bite down. His mouth was driving me absolutely crazy, taking time to suck on my clit before delving into me. After a little bit, he replaced his tongue with his fingers, slipping one inside of me. It felt different than when I did it to myself, his fingers were so much bigger than mine, thicker and longer than my petite ones. It felt strange, and Steve let me get used to the feeling.

He looked up to me for confirmation, and I nodded, telling him that I was ok. He began to move his finger in and out of me, slowly, before picking up the pace.

He added a second, and I moaned out into the belt, the stretch burning, but feeling really good. He went slow again, letting me get used to it, and sucking on my clit once more to distract me from the burn. I couldn’t handle it, everything felt way too good. I came hard around his fingers, my walls clenching around him. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as moans hit the belt in my mouth. Steve continued to suck and lick at me, cleaning up my orgasm. 

Steve pulled the belt from my mouth, and replaced it with his own. The kiss was soft and delicate, like he was scared if he kissed me too hard, I would shatter in his arms. 

“Steve, I’ll be ok, please,” I begged, and he understood. He began to line himself up with me, and before he once again made sure I was ok. I nodded, and he slowly sunk into me. It burned inside of me, stretching me out and making my eyes water a little bit. Steve stopped, and looked at me with worry

“Y/N, I can stop if you want me too, “ he said, but I shook my head. 

“No, no, Steve, I’m ok, keep going,” I said, and he continued to push into me, until he was all the way in. He waited for me to get used to the feeling, rubbing at my clit to help with the pain. His lips attacked mine, kissing me deep, trying to distract me from it.

I broke the kiss, and looked him in the eye, and nodded once again, and he started to move. His thrusts were slow and deep, careful and caring. I moaned out in response and he saw that as encouragement. He picked up the pace, pushing in and out of me.

His lips captured mine once again, soft and sweet, and I melted into it, my legs wrapping around Steve’s waist, making his thrusts even deeper than before. He swallowed my loud moans into kisses, his hand going down once again to draw fast and tight circles on my clit. 

“Steve please, I’m going to again,” I panted out, and he kept going, and my vision blurred as I came hard around him. He quickly pulled out of me and came onto my stomach, his head falling back, and eyes squeezed shut. We were both tired, but nonetheless, Steve cleaned up my stomach with some napkins that were in the closet. He helped get me dressed, and got himself dressed as well. We both tried the door handle again but it wouldn’t budge, so Steve lied down, and I cuddled myself into his chest, with his arms curled around me. My eyes fluttered shut and my breathing slowed, just sitting there listening to his heartbeat. He must have thought I was asleep because I heard a voice, Steve trying not to wake me up.

“I love you so damn much, Y/N,” He muttered, and I turned my head to face him.

“I love you too, Steve, so damn much.”

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Confessions

Katie Holt didn't need to look up to see who had just entered the lab, there were only two people who had access to her lab other than herself. Considering she just ended her call with one of them.

It could only be..

"Hey Lance" she greeted, her eyes still fixed on the new vehicle designs.

He simply nodded, taking his usual seat. He sat there patiently, looking at her with thoughtful eyes.

She finally set her work aside, turning her attention towards her friend.

"So how did the date go?" she asked, leaning closer

Lance didn't know what exactly triggered the matchmaker inside her, he had a hard time remembering if she was ever that enthusiastic about his love life before.

"It was alright" he commented, trying not to imagine the disaster that was yesterday.

She nodded, "So I see loverboy Lance is back in business"

Subconsciously his hands reached for the alteans marks on his cheeks. He couldn't believe there was a time he proudly used that nickname.

He scratched the back of his neck in nervousness, "I appreciate your and Hunk's efforts in finding me a date but this isn't exactly what I had meant"

Pidge frowned at him, "Lance please don't tell me your having second thoughts about moving on. You do know it's what she would have wanted"

His eyes widened hearing the misunderstanding, "This isn't about Allura" he hurriedly confirmed.

"I have truly moved on and I know she would have wanted me to but the thing is-"

"You didn't like Ashley?" Pidge wondered.

Her attention fell divided as she started rearranging the design sheets.

"It's not exactly that either" he grumbled, his frustration growing.

Pidge snickered to herself, "Well she is your type. Would be surprising if you didn't"

"What!" he squeaked offended.

"I don't have a type!" he defended.

"Sure Lance. Whatever helps you sleep at night" she teased, standing up and walking towards her latest project

"Look at this" she marvelled.

"Don't tell me your replacing Chip" he questioned, inspecting the half built robot.

Pidge lightly punched his shoulder in response, "Of course not, Chip is like my first child" she stated earning a stern look from Lance.

"I mean second child. I haven't forgotten about Katlenecker" she corrected and he nodded in satisfaction.

"You know I am going home next week, you should come with me" he suggested.

The wide eyed look on Pidge's face gave him a quick reality check.

"To visit Katlenecker!" he quickly added, The nature of their friendship had taken a strange course over the past few months . There were times he felt sure that they were moving towards something more and then there were times like these that made him feel that they were nothing more than friends.

"I'll think about it" she replied quickly. Both of them considered it wise idea to look at the Chip's new sibling rather than each other.

"So how long have you been working on it?" he asked deciding to change the topic.

"Not very long. In fact Matt's gonna come over soon to help me with it" she said inspecting it's arm.

"Don't tell me your working during lunch"

"Its the only free time I have and we really want to finish this soon. Besides Hunk is here so it's not like you are going to be alone" she answered.

"I am more concerned about the fact that you won't be eating. It's not healthy" he chided.

"I know you'll bring something for me" she informed gleefully, lightly patting his shoulder as she made her way back to her desk.

"I also need to work on these designs before I hand them over to Stella" she muttered to herself.

Lance ears pricked hearing the familiar name, "The engineer one? Hunk tried to set me up with her" he informed, feeling mentally exhausted. His younger self would feel disappointed that he was not cherishing the attention of these beautiful ladies.

But then again, he considered his younger self an idiot. If his younger self had been smarter and you use the time he had with the former green paladin to his advantage.

He wouldn't be yearning over her right now.

Pidge momentarily paused from her notes giving him a brief look.

"I am surprised that it didn't work " Pidge commented.

"Well I am not" he replied, Observing the designs from behind her shoulder. Old habits die hard indeed

"And she isn't my type either in case your wondering" he informed.

Pidge scoffed leaning against the wall as Lance stood in front of her, his hands crossed against his chest.

"Well you could have fooled me. So what is your type?" she asked with a cheeky grin, it was a question for which she wasn't exactly looking for an answer.

Lance grinned to himself, "Would you believe me if I said. It was you"

She simply smirked, "I am afraid I don't believe you" she retorted satisfied with her come back.

She turned back to her work, awaiting for a overdramatic reply. She was caught off guard with what happened next.

Impulse had taken over the love struck man, he leaned forward erasing the distance between them. His hands slapped against either side of the wall, trapping her against it. He lowered his head, maintaining eye contact with the startled amber eyes.

"Lance?" she managed to whisper in surprise.

His intense gaze didn't waver.

"Damn it Katie! What does a guy need to do to get your attention" the desperation evident in his voice.

He took a deep breath, hesitating to say the words he had been wanting to say for so long now.

"That night when I confessed to you that I ready to move forward. I had a very specific person in mind" he stated firmly.

Pidge was aware that the color of her face was getting redder by the second but still she couldn't help but tease.

"I wonder who that person is?"

He leaned in closer, if one might daresay was possible. His lips dangerously hovered over hers but he simply just smirked in response.

"I think you have figured out by now" he answered slyly.

"Maybe I have. So will you let me go now?" she wondered, making a half hearted attempt to escape.

"Not so easily, you have no idea how long I have been trying to do this. I will only let you go when you answer my question."

"So Katie would like to give us a chance ?" he whispered softly, nervousness evident in his voice.

It was a rare occasion for she didn't have any witty reply to his question this time. The moment seemed surreal, it was like a dream that she had abandoned a longtime ago but it still existed in a small corner of her heart.

"Pidge?" Lance called, snapping her back to reality.

"Your taking an awful lot of time for someone who wanted to escape a few moments ago" he joked trying to disguise the pain in his voice by idea of a possible rejection.

His hands slightly shook as he decided to release her from the human cage but it wasn't just letting her go now that terrified him but it was thought of letting go of the idea of them being together. Pidge, subconsciously had become someone without whom he couldn't live without and the thought she might not feel the same way felt like sharp stab in the stomach.

But at the same time he was willing to accept and respect it.

"Do you really intend to keep hold me captive till I don't give an answer?" she questioned, her mischevious tone surprised him.

Pidge's face was bright pink and she tried her best to bite back a smile as she uttered her next words.

"Guess I don't have much of choice than to say yes" she shrugged casually, trying to ignore the tingles that ran through her spine.

Her heart beated wildly against her chest but Katie knew she was ready to take this leap of faith.

"You what?" he shouted in truimph, his bright blue eyes shining like the stars.

"I hope your not teasing me" he warned to which she rolled her eyes.

"Well according to Matt we have been going on dates anyway might as well make it official" she stated nonchalantly as her heart performed jumping jacks.

"Now will you let me go?" she asked teasingly.

"Not on your life" he replied, his face held the impish smile that Pidge hadn't seen in years.

Without another warning he picked her up bridal style.

"Lance! Is it the day you vowed to give me a heart attack!" she shrieked in surprise as her feet were taken of the ground.

"I have never felt this happy before " he confessed

"Never?" she asked with a hint of nervousness as she firmly held on to his arms for her dear life.

"Never" he confirmed without missing another heartbeat, he leaned closer closing his eyes and Pidge followed.

Unfortunately the moment didn't last long for the door of the lab opened revealing non other than Mathew Holt and Commander Iverson.

"I assure you Commander Iverson the designs of the ships-Katie!!" Matt screamed, scaring the daylights of the two while Commander Iverson simply shook his head.

"It was bound to happen" he uttered those wise words.

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