#one time there was a HUGE crack. ice melting. and they threw some kind of party on the most solid part of the ice

[baldurs-gate-official]

When you live in a cold region and playing BG3 both qualifies as entertainment and also as a mini spaceheater

[evafrechette]

I’ll take one large cock..err I mean Coke please

↠ yoongi x jungkook | smut | drivethruworker!jk | 18+ | 2.7k

↠ Summary: It’s been the shift from hell and all Jungkook wants to do is go home, jerk off and get some well deserved rest. But the attractive brunette with the deep, raspy voice that gets his cock twitching has just pulled into his drive thru and Jungkook’s night is about to get even crazier.

↠ Warnings: masturbation, frottage, car sex, awkward crushes, public sex, handjobs, yoongi hates mcdonalds but likes jungkook.

"Welcome to McDonald's, can I take your order please." Jungkook's voice cracked out of the decades old drive thru speaker while he absentmindedly twirled a straw between his tattooed fingers.

"Uh yeah just a Large Cheeseburger Combo. Uhhh and make the drink an Iced Americano please." Jungkook dropped the straw, which rolled along the ground towards the "broken" ice cream machine. He knew that low raspy voice, the one that was slightly slurred making it hard to understand exactly what was said. It came out of the cutest pouty mouth Jungkook had ever seen.

"Uhh oh y-yes, okay, please drive up to the next window." He hastily brushed his hands through his inky black waves and straightened out the hat that sat lazily on top of his head. Jungkook had a crush. A huge crush. The kind of crush your friends and family would mock you about for years to come. The cutie with the deep voice had been visiting Jungkook's McDonalds drive thru for nearly a year now, always ordering the same thing - a Large Cheeseburger Combo with an Iced Americano. He was the prettiest man Jungkook had ever seen; a soft round button nose, the most breathtakingly stunning feline shaped eyes, pale skin that reminded him of a shimmering full moon, and those lips, small, pouty and Jungkook was dying to know what they would look like wrapped around his cock.

He tapped his foot nervously against the brown tile floor as he tried to push the thought out of his head. He was at work he shouldn't be thinking about his cock and the sweet, pretty little mouth he dreamt of most nights taking him so deep into his throat that tears fell from his eyes as he gagged and moaned around him.

Jungkook let out a small squeal when he noticed the man's car roll up to his window. Hesitantly he opened the sliding glass, "Hi, umm your order isn't ready yet, please park up over there," he pointed towards the waiting area, "and someone will bring it out as soon as possible." The brunette smiled at him as he paid for the order then slowly drove towards the designated parking spot. Jungkook dropped to the floor crouching out of view, his heart was thumping against his ribs. He took a few minutes to calm himself down before returning to his mundane, tedious work.

The day seemed to drag on longer than usual for Jungkook, anything that could go wrong did. The coffee machine in the café side broke down, his coworker and best friend Jimin was burnt by hot oil in the fryer and had to be rushed off to A&E and Jungkook had slipped on some melted ice bruising both his knees during impact. By the time his shift was over he was well and truly over the day, but he had agreed to cover Taehyung's night shift (and hey, extra pay wasn't anything to scoff at)

He had a quick break, scoffing down some chicken nuggets before washing them down with a large Fanta, then fit the microphone headpiece back in place and waited for the craziness of the dinner rush. As expected the next 3 hours were insane, car after car seemed to flow past his window. His feet were burning from standing all day, eyes feeling heavy from exhaustion but he still had 4 more hours before closing.

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With only an hour to go the staff that remained locked the front doors, the drive thru now the only option for anyone with a late night craving for greasy burgers and burnt fries. Jungkook was able to finally rest his swollen feet, laying down in a booth hands folded under his head. He had just started to feel himself drift off when the static of the speaker box vibrated in his ear, the telltale sign of a car pulling up dragged him from his near slumber.

"Hello Welcome to McDonalds," a yawn broke free, his hand automatically rushing up to cover his nose, "Mmm sorry, can I take your order."

"Yeah, one Large Cheeseburger combo with an Iced Americano please"

Jungkook's eyes were as large as saucers as he flung himself out of the booth and ran towards the drive thru window. It was that delicate, ethereal man again, he'd never worked nights before so hadn't expected to see him again.

"I'm sorry, b-but the McCafe is closed, you'll have to order from the soft drink menu." He checked himself out in the reflective metal bench in front of where he stood, he was sure he looked like hell but there was little he could do, not that he could see anything anyway the bench was scattered with serviettes and spilled soft drink.

"That's okay, I'll just take a large Coke then."

"Sure thing, please drive up to the next window."

The car arrived within seconds, the only vehicle in the drive thru so late at night. Jungkook stood awkwardly, eyes darting between the man in the car and the crew in the back taking their sweet ass time to get the order ready. He huffed and slid the window open.

"Do you mind parking up and someone will bring your order out for you?"

"Yeah, thanks." The man paid then pulled up into the vacant waiting area. With his headlights turned off the car was invisible in the dark of the night. Jungkook let out another yawn and rubbed his tired sleepy eyes. He walked into the back just as his co-worker was folding over the brown paper bag.

"Can you take this out to him, I really need to use the bathroom." The bag was thrust into his arms as the night manager Namjoon ran past him towards the toilet block. He sighed, obviously he had no choice but to deliver this meal to the most gorgeous man to walk the earth. God was really testing him today.  Jungkook removed his headpiece leaving it by the cash register, unlocked the front door and stepped into the chilly night.

He shivered before running towards the only car in empty space. He knocked gently on the driver side window and shifted off each foot while he waited for the window to be rolled down. There was no response. He tried to peer through the tinted glass but was unable to see anything so he knocked once more, this time a lot louder. The window rolled down part of the way and Jungkook could see the top of the man's face.

"Thanks, just slip it through." His voice was strained and a little pitchy.

Jungkook shifted his weight onto his left foot "Yeah, that's not gonna work you need to lower the window more."

A panicked no was the man's response. Jungkook was getting a little pissed off, he had been working non stop all day and just wanted to go home, have a quick jerk off session and then sleep.

"Dude, you need to open the window or I'm just dumping your shit on the ground." Jungkook didn't mean to snap, and not at the man he'd secretly been in love with for so long. But he was just so over his day.

Slowly the window lowered and Jungkook was able to see the man's face. Just as soft and perfect as always, except he had a pink tinge to his cheeks. Jungkook thought it looked beautiful, a gorgeous contrast to his pale skin. He went to pass the bag through when his eyes flickered downwards. Jungkook choked when his eyes fell upon a very thick and very hard cock peaking out between the man's legs. His jeans were pushed halfway down his legs and his right hand was clenched around the base of his shaft. Jungkook wasn't sure what to do. He'd been picturing the man's cock for months and now he was seeing it in the flesh, he was turned on and slightly overwhelmed.

The man used his free hand to grab the bag and nonchalantly threw it on the passenger seat. Jungkook was unable to remove his eyes from the brunette's cock, his tongue flicked out as he licked along his lip. When realisation set in of what he had just done, his face turned beetroot red and he spun around to run back to the safety of the store.

But before he could the man spoke, "Do you like what you see?"

Jungkook froze, it was pretty obvious he did, but he couldn't say that . . could he?

"Y-y-yes." He replied, his stutter making him cringe internally.

"Get in." It was more of a question than a demand and Jungkook felt a little better to know he wasn't the only one affected by what was happening. He walked to the door directly behind where the man sat and slowly opened it, he quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching before climbing into the back seat. They sat in silence for a while, Jungkook twisting his hair around his finger - a nervous habit of his and the man stared at him with those intense piercing eyes through the rare view mirror.

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After a few minutes Jungkook heard light whimpers come from the front and leaned forward between the empty space of the two front seats. The man was stroking his length slowly, cautiously watching Jungkook's every move in the mirror. Jungkook sat quietly and watched with attentive eyes at the scene unfolding in front of him. He longed to reach out and feel that soft translucent skin, to see his cum dripping all over the tattoos that were etched into his skin. But his body couldn't move, glued to the spot he was in.

Jungkook watched as the man's chest rise and fell, how his cock twitched every time a low moan escaped Jungkook's lips and at the precum that was leaking from the tip, helping to lubricate the man's slide.

"You are so fucking pretty," The deep mumbly voice broke the silence reverberating around the stifling space, "The first time I saw you I thought you were the prettiest guy I've ever seen. I fucking hate McDonald's, it tastes like shit. But I keep coming back because I want to see you."

"What the fuck." Jungkook couldn't believe what he was hearing, his dream man thought he was pretty? And only ordered food to see him? No wonder he had never seen him order inside the store. He shifted in his seat, his cock starting to ache from how hard it was. The man was still watching through the rare view mirror and had noticed.

"Get it out if you want, bit weird for me to be the only one with my dick out."

Jungkook quickly unzipped his trousers and yanked them down letting them land on the floor with a soft thud. He leaned into the back seat and spat onto his palm, wincing once he finally felt the tight grip of his hand relieve some of the pressure building up inside of him. He felt a little silly, legs open wide, knees bruised, white socks, black sneakers, McDonald's work shirt and hat still on, but the man staring back at him didn't seem to mind one bit of his appearance. Maybe he had a uniform kink?

Together they pumped their cocks, eyes locked onto one another's via the mirror. Their hushed breaths synchronised, the thrill of what they were doing drew Jungkook closer to his release. "Shit, I'm gonna c-cum soon. C-can I feel you? Please, I've wanted it for so long." The eyes staring back at him flashed a desire Jungkook had never seen in anyone before.  The man pushed his pants off fully and scrambled into the back with Jungkook. Jungkook reached out hesitantly and stroked his fingers along the man's face, along his strong eyebrows, down his cute little nose, along his soft jawline and of course his sweet lips.

"So what's your name anyway? I'm Jungkook." he asked as he leaned in and started to kiss the man's exposed neck, hands hovering over his creamy white thighs.

"Yoongi."

"A pretty name for a pretty little thing. Perfect." Jungkook continued to suck deep purple marks onto Yoongi's neck, he hadn't given a hickey since he was a teenager, but he wanted to mark the man up so badly. He could feel Yoongi's hands knead at his soft ass, squeezing the flesh, running his finger along his crack, teasing at the entrance of his hole.

Without warning Jungkook detached from Yoongi's neck and pushed his smaller body against the backseat. He straddled Yoongi's thighs, shifting so their cocks were centimeters apart. He reached down between their bodies and held his cock in one hand and Yoongi's in the other, then pressed them firmly against each other. Jungkook whimpered, Yoongi was so hard and warm against his cock, which was now throbbing and leaking a small amount of precum. Jungkook ran his thumb over his slit, collecting as much of the clear fluid as he could before rubbing his thumb over the tip of Yoongi's cock, his fingers traced around the head, slowly moving down his length, with feather light touch. Jungkook closed his fingers around Yoongi's girth and moved his hand up and down covering him with his arousal. He stroked him a few times before taking both cocks into his tattooed hand and pushed them together. They both cried out at the contact of their pulsating cocks against one another.

Jungkook jerked them both off, squeezing and pumping eager to see Yoongi come undone under him. Yoongi arched his hips grabbing on tight to Jungkook's thighs and started thrusting in time with Jungkook. In response Jungkook ground his cock against Yoongi's even harder, his balls slapping against the large pair that hung below Yoongi's thick cock. They rocked and rutted against each others warm, smooth lengths. The windows of the car were fogged - evidence of something seedy taking place inside, Yoongi's burger and fries no longer warm, but neither took any notice too focused on chasing their climax.

Yoongi came first spurting ropes of hot cum all over his shirt while he choked out a deep, vibrating sob. Jungkook looked down and saw the creamy white fluid dripping down his fingers and over the faded black ink, his cock pulsated in his grip. Jungkook's gut tightened and his vision went blurry, he spilled his release all over his and Yoongi's cocks.

Jungkook's heart was racing just like it had been earlier in the day, he couldn't believe that the man he had be fantasising about was laying under him cock out and covered in his cum. Yoongi flashed him a gummy smile, one he had seen many times from the other side of the drive thru window. Up close it was even more lovely his perfect little teeth lined up straight, eyes crinkling in the corners.

"Jungkook! Jungkook! Where the fuck are you man?" Jungkook's head snapped towards Namjoon's booming voice echoing throughout the carpark. He looked at Yoongi panicked but the smaller man didn't seem worried in the slightest. Yoongi pulled his T-shirt up over his head and used it to clean the sticky mess off Jungkook's hand.

"Put your pants back on and act like nothing happened. Just say I'm an old friend and we were catching up or something. I'll come and see you tomorrow . . errr later this morning on my way to work. You know my order right?"

Jungkook quickly did what Yoongi told him and gave him a fond smile before climbing out into the bleak cold night.

"Namjoon-ah!!" Jungkook yelled into the darkness not quite sure where his manager was. The sound of frantic footsteps alerted him and he turned to face a very pissed off Namjoon. His jaw was clenched and his mouth was turned downwards. Jungkook had seen this face only once before, when Namjoon had lost his shit and fired someone on the spot for trying to deep fry a soft serve cone.

He gulped hard, "Sorry Namjoon that's an old friend of mine," he motioned towards the car, "I guess we lost track of time."

Namjoon sighed "You're lucky no one has showed up in the last hour besides your friend over there. Come on, it's time to clean this place for the morning crew and then we can get the hell out of here and get some sleep."

As Jungkook walked back to the dimly lit building he couldn't help but smile with the knowledge that Mr Cheeseburger and Iced Americano would be rolling up to his drive thru window in just a few hours to see him. He was lovin' it.

[imaginesbymk]

“Melting.”

Stranger Things One Shot

Summary: Robin thinks you’re crushing on your best friend Steve, but little did she know...

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader

Requester: @fangirlsarah16 “Congrats on 1k lovely!!! 😄💗🎉 that’s so freaking amazing and you deserve it! For your 1k celebration, could I please request a one shot with Robin Buckley where the reader is best friends with Steve and Robin has a crush on the reader but thinks they are into Steve so Robin is upset by it and when they hang out, Robin accidentally confesses and the reader kisses her to proves they like her? Thanks love! 💖”

Tags: swearing

Word Count: 1,241

Author’s Note: sooooo sorry for the huge delay, sarah!! but enjoy!!! song inspiration is melting by kali uchis <333 pls leave a like/reblog + feedback :))

STEVE slumped his way to the front counter to serve a new customer. “Welcome to Scoops, what can I get you?”

You watched him from the window, Robin was watching you watching him - a chain, really. It came to her and she wished to look away. The first time Robin saw you as Steve’s best friend (who is technically her best friend from now on - she doesn’t make the rules), she naturally assumed the obvious: you have a crush on your best friend, the one that’s friends with children. 

Now that you’ve been staring at Steve for nearly a minute, that sort of proved her point.

You turned your head around and noticed she was staring at you. “What?”

“Huh, what? Nothing, it’s just uh-” she stammered. “It’s freakin’ hot in here, I’m melting.”

The fact that you were always able to walk in the back and chill at one of the tables with Robin and Steve was beyond either of you three, but neither of you cared - but there wouldn’t be a reason for it to be hot inside an ice cream shop.

“Um, we’re literally right beside the freezer, it’s like minus a thousand degrees.” You popped a piece of gum in your mouth. “Dunno, it could be that cheap uniform your boss made you wear,” you teased.

“Robin, the cash register is broken!” Steve hollers from the other side. That queued Robin to not sit on the job, and she quickly left the back room.

She had this sibling kind of friendship with Steve, and she most certainly couldn’t hate him for being the person you’re crushing on, it wasn’t his fault, the poor kid.

The gentleman who ordered a five dollar vanilla cone stood there as Robin began slamming the side of the register (as if that was gonna get it to work and not break it even more), the thought of an outrage from their boss due to the cost of repair or even buying a new one was out of her mind.

Steve offers the customer a smile.

The door swung open like a saloon, and out you came to see the commotion. You smiled at Robin after noticing what she was doing. Robin’s heart melts like an ice cream faster than the ice cream she serves to customers at Scoops Ahoy whenever you smile at her. For someone who’s miserable and sarcastic eighty-percent of the time, she developed a soft side she never knew she even had. The problem was, she wished you knew that.

After multiple slams, the register let out a sound and the tray pulled out, sending coins flying to the ground.

“Nice. Our boss is gonna pop a vein when he sees this,” Steve says, bending down to the pick up the coins off the floor. You and Robin helped. 

Steve starts with one side, you and Robin collected the dimes and pennies. One last dime was spotted, so you reached your hand over to grab it... as did Robin. Her hand was greeted with yours, barely even touching the coin. The both of you shot looks at each other, blushing like hell. Robin’s melting heart solidified back to normal just for it to hammer.

“Ahem,” Steve cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “You two wanna fight over the dime?”

The two of you quickly got up and smiled at the customer who just wanted their cone.

“Y/N?” It was hard to resist going on those coin slot horse rides in the middle of the mall, especially when the mall was closed and it was the three of you, plus Dustin and some old sanitation worker cleaning the ground floors, you wasted no time goofing around.

“Yeah?”

“While you were getting hot dogs, my boss threw a fit earlier."

“Oh, crap.” You swung your leg off the horse and hopped off. “Did you tell him you slammed the cash register like dough? That seemed to get it work.”

“That wasn’t what he was pissed at me for,” Robin shook her head.

“Then what is it?”

“He noticed you’ve been entering the back room. You’re not an employee.”

You nodded. “I know I’m not allowed to do that, no one’s allowed unless they’re wearing that stupid sailor’s uniform.”

“Y/N, I got blamed for that but Steve always leaves the door unlocked from the back hallways because he knows you come from there. If the boss sees you there one more time, we’re done. I’ll get fired.”

“So will Steve, he’ll be in hot water, for sure. He’s the one who keeps the door-”

“Forget about Steve, dude!” She snaps.

You chuckle. “Okay! What’s your deal, Robin?”

“Y/N...” Robin sighs, walking towards you. “If you like Steve so much that you’re willing to go inside Scoops and risk his job just to be with him, and then I’m the one taking the blame for it, then that’s kinda shitty.”

“What?” you said. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! You think I like Steve?”

“Hey, don’t drag me into this!” Steve calls from the front of the shop, locking the gates with the keys.

“Shut up Steve!” you both yell.

You both turn to each other. “Hold on, you don’t like Steve?” Robin asks, hoping to confirm it to be a no from you.

“Why would I ever like Steve that way? He’s a friend,” you say.

“Because I see the way you look at him and you laugh the hardest when he falls down like an idiot, it seemed very obvious,” Robin explained.

“Why would you even care about that?”

“Because I like you!” Robin’s voice echoed in the empty shopping mall. Steve stops jiggling the keys inside the locked gates, eyes bulging wide at Robin. Perhaps all three of you had turned red, and froze all together like mannequins on display.

Dustin walks in from the back hallways, managing to sneak out a bowl of dessert, unpaid. “Who wants to take the first bite - too bad it’s me!” he ignores the awkward silence unbeknownst the argument and Robin’s confession.

“Wait, you... like me?” you said softly. Dustin stares at the two teenagers, slowly savoring the taste of the treat as if he was watching a movie in the theater. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Do you know how hard it is to confess something like that to someone?” Robin’s voice cracks. “Especially when you’re convinced that the person you like - likes someone else.”

“Robin, did all of that ice cream make your brain freeze for good? I don’t like Steve,” you shook your head. “I like you. It’s been you this whole time.”

“Are you freaking kidding me right now?” Robin raised a brow. “You never showed it, I never took the slightest hint, like at all.”

Then why else would you convince Steve to unlock the back doors, and let Robin be the first person you see when you enter, just to brighten her dull day on the job? All that for her. You wished there were better ways, and you wished and wished nothing but the best for her than making money serving ice cream at Starcourt. 

You rushed towards her, your cold hands from the free ice cream pressing on her shoulders. You leaned in, and did the thing that Robin had been wanting to do since the very beginning. 

Steve began to cover Dustin’s eyes. 

“How's that for a hint?” you smile at her after pulling away.

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[alison-anonymous]

flawsome bandits pt. 9 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Security

I AM BACK!!! This chapter may be a bit short, but it’s just because this is the second half of the story and I needed to introduce some new concepts! 

I have brought you all some more Flawsome Bandits for you special little darlings <3 I got a little excited and wrote an entire plot line for the rest of this story in a day, and I just finished writing this part tonight! So the next update might come soon, the next chapter is a bit more complicated so I still have to figure out how to write it. I hope you all enjoy this new chapter, and please let me know if there is anything or anyone you would like to see in the chapters to come! I love you all and please let me know what you think! 

Warnings - some hEaRtWrEnChInG fluff 

♡♡♡

Five months later…

If Y/n had to pick one period of her life where everything was perfect, it would be this one.

It had been five months since the great attack between Y/n, Sonic, and Dr. Robotnik had occurred and no one had seen or heard a thing about the crazy man in ages. While Y/n and Sonic had been staying in isolation inside the Wachowski residence, the government was sweeping the streets and subtly interrogating citizens in order to see if they had any knowledge of their whereabouts. After a couple of months, they eventually gave up and plopped the case into the cold. Once things were finally deemed safe, and after a thorough inspection by Tom, Y/n and Sonic were able to roam about Green Hills freely again. 

You would think that the people would freak out a little bit whenever they saw two alien hedgehogs walking down the streets, cracking weird jokes and singing or zipping around the place. But they actually saw the two as their own special town heroes; like they had their own unique Superman and Superwoman. Y/n was even asked to start helping Crazy Carl again in his notorious escapades of eliminating all the racoons, who he claimed were secretly geniuses and were rummaging through our trash to find anything valuable to power their supercomputers. 

I mean… he was right about Sonic, so why not give him a chance?

Sonic was even asked to help around the bakeries and grocers with some doordash delivery services, making some extra cash for his Less Than 3 Seconds delivery service. He liked to brag about the fact that he could take literally anything from the store and hardly anyone would bat an eye. This also meant that anytime Y/n even mentioned that she needed something, he would disappear and then be back in a blink holding that exact thing. With Sonic and Y/n being able to make some extra cash helping around, it encouraged Tom and Maddie to work even harder at their jobs as well. Tom reclaimed his throne as Green Hills’ favorite cop, and Maddie went back to the pet hospital. The shared strange experiences that the four had encountered only proceeded to bond them together to form an even tighter family than they ever were before. Tom and Maddie had to admit that it did take them a while to get used to Y/n’s true form, but they loved every inch of her and were simply happy that she was happy. 

Of course, enrolling them into public school was still a huge no, so they kept up the homeschooling as well. Knowing Sonic, he caught up to Y/n super fast, and it wasn’t too long before the two were helping each other Quick Study using flash cards and exercising at the same time. Speaking of their relationship, Tom had finally listened to Maddie and backed off a little bit to give room for their relationship to flourish. Because hey, if Y/n’s boyfriend was living under his roof, then he could control him like a puppet if he ever did anything to hurt her, right? 

But… there was one teeny tiny, itsy bitsy little problem. 

Y/n and Sonic never talked about… that night. You know. When they said “I love you.” Of course, they had always planned on it. But they were never quite able to find the right time. Just as they were about to get ready for the talk, Tom or Maddie would walk in or they would suddenly remember needing to do something and race off without even thinking. Maybe they were subconsciously intentionally avoiding the subject. It was a pretty intense conversation after all, and the damper as to whether or not the other had changed their mind always remained a prominent issue. 

Fear is very debilitating, you know.

But their feelings were growing stronger by the day. Every second that they spent with one another was a moment that they never wanted to end. This evening was one of those moments.

Tom and Maddie had been invited out to dinner with some of Tom’s work buddies and their wives, so while they were out drinking finely aged wine and trying to figure out what the best angle was to bite on some cheese bread, Y/n and Sonic had the house to themselves. 

Of course, Ozzy was their chaperone.

The two had planned an amazing afternoon of relaxation by plucking out a huge pile of movies to watch until they passed out from exhaustion. Most of them consisted of horribly rated horror movies so that they could make fun of them, while others consisted of action and romcoms that you just had to watch one more time. They had decided to take a break to make themselves a nice and healthy dinner, just like Tom and Maddie had wanted them to. It ended up looking more like an ice cream sundae, filled with (favorite ice cream), banana slices, sprinkles, chocolate syrup, waffle cookies, and a bunch of other stuff that Sonic had thrown in there. 

“Oh, damnit,” Y/n sighed as she stood on the kitchen counter, arms holding the cabinet doors open. “We don’t have any Eggos.”

“Fret not, M’Lady,” Sonic cried dramatically from his spot on the kitchen island. His green eyes sparkled with excitement as Y/n chuckled, her cheeks turning red at the nickname. He had gotten a bit too into the fantasy movie they had just finished watching. “Your hero is here!”

And in a blue flash, he was gone. In the time that it took Y/n to blink, he was already back, holding three packs of her favorite kind of Eggos in his arms. He tossed two of them in the fridge and held one package out to her proudly. 

“Why, thank you, Sonic,” she giggled, deciding to keep her mythical accent in order to please him. Her gloved hand brushed against his as she took the pack out of his hands, a little flicker of electricity excitedly floating across their skin at the contact. She quickly ripped it open and plopped two of the waffles onto the sundae, smiling proudly. 

“Dinner!” 

Another dozen switched positions on the couch and two more movies in, Y/n and Sonic finally ended up settling on The Conjuring. Their bellies were full of junk food and were covered up with soft blankets as they huddled together. There were a few jumpscared that actually got Y/n, but for the most part the only tension came from the decreasing distance between the two hedgehogs. Just as the credits were rolling across the screen, Sonic had wrapped his arm around Y/n’s shoulders in a totally casual manner. They listened silently to the eerie music as the actors went floating up the darkened screen. Ozzy lay passed out on the floor in front of them, next to the coffee table that held all of their dirty dishes. Y/n’s heart began to pound and her stomach felt like it was going to crawl up and spew out of her mouth as she finally turned her head to face Sonic. 

“Hey, Son…?” 

“Yeah?” He turned to her, the darkened screen making his emerald eyes grow paranormally in the dark. Hers were doing the same. They scooted away just an inch or two so that they were facing one another, Sonic’s arm still splayed across the back of the couch as he looked at her with curious, yet affectionate eyes. Y/n cleared her throat, trying to figure out how she wanted to begin this. It was now or never, right? And they had already waited for quite some time.

“I… I know that we never really talked about… um… you know,” she silently kicked herself for making things so awkward, but her nerves were getting the better of her. She could practically feel her tail shaking behind her. “I meant what I said. And I need to know if you did too…” Her heart was pounding so rapidly she could barely think over the sound, nerves skyrocketing through the roof. E/c eyes began to fill with a mixture of hope and fear as she looked up into Sonic’s emerald ones. His mouth opened and shut like a fish, void of any sound. She could only fear the worst… he didn’t mean it. He didn’t care about her the way that she did about him, did he? He secretly hated h-

“Of course I meant it! Y/n, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I guess I just never really realized it until now,” He gave her a sheepish smile, his seriousness being a completely new side of him that only ever came out when he was sincere about something. Y/n felt the butterflies go nuts in her stomach, a blush rising across her cheeks. “I think we both know that we’re kind of entirely new to this, but I was just afraid to ruin things between us. We’ve been running for most of our lives, never really having a place to call our home. But throughout all of the hard times and adventures we’ve been through, you were the one constant. Whenever I look at you…” Sonic’s emerald gaze softened as a loving smile game across his lips. “I’m home.”

A huge grin took over Y/n’s face, her eyes beginning to fill with tears of happiness. “Sonic… you’re my home, too.” Before he had a chance to say more beautiful things to make her heart melt, she threw her arms around his furry neck and buried her head in his neck. Sonic was quick to return the gesture, wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her tightly. It felt like cloud nine being there with one another, knowing that they felt the same. That they would make things work just like they always did. They fat together like two pieces of a puzzle; the one person that they could never get tired of. The one person that they loved everything about. The one person who was their home. Home never truly was just one place, was it? 

It was them. 

“Okay, okay,” Y/n slowly breathed as they finally pulled apart. She ran a nervous gloved hand through her quills and gave him a bashful smile. “We’ll take things slow? Since we’re so new to this and everything.” Sonic eagerly nodded.

“Yes! I mean, yeah sure,” he attempted to play it cool by leaning back against the couch, but his excitement remained ever present in his eyes every time he looked at her. “Slow. Oh, and um, how are we going to make sure Donut Lord doesn’t kill me?” 

Y/n giggled, moving closer to her partner and snuggling up into his side. Sonic happily obliged by wrapping his one arm around her and pulling her closer into him. The warmth of his body heat made her never want to leave as she hummed softly to lift the TV remote over to hand. 

“You let me take care of that. By the way, Conjuring? Yay or nay?” 

“Oh my god, don’t even get me started! First of all, every single person in here is suffering from an extreme lack of Snickers. Like seriously. They just ain’t themselves when they’re hungry.” 

♡♡♡

At around eleven o’clock, Maddie and Tom Wachowski quietly slipped through their front door. After the very interesting dinner with their friends, the gang had wanted to go out and get some drinks. Seeing no way out of it, they decided to tag along. It was only when Wade tried to strip and ride a mechanical bull at the same time that they called it a night. They knew Y/n and Sonic well enough to figure that they would have passed out on the couch watching movies, and their suspicions were confirmed when they saw the TV still flashing scenes from Dead Silence across the quiet living room. 

The couple quietly made their way into the hall and peered into the room to see the two hedgehogs passed out on the couch. Sonic lay on his back with his arms wrapped around Y/n, whose head rested on his chest and her legs were splayed across the other half of the couch. The sight was so adorable that it brought Maddie back to her young love days as she pressed a hand against her chest. A smile formed across her face as she watched the steady rise and fall of their breathing. Unfortunately, Tom was not quite as happy.

“W-what the hell?” His grip on their leftovers tightened as he stared daggers at Sonic’s arm wrapped tightly around his daughter’s waist. “Please tell me I’m dreaming.”

“Oh, come on, Tom,” Maddie playfully smacked him in the chest. “They’re just kids. They’ve known each other their whole life, remember?” Tom let out a defeated huff, but his lips were still edged in a frown.

“But… that’s my daughter right there. And that’s a boy. With his arm. Doing things.” He turned to stare intensely at his wife. “Things I don’t like.”

Maddie laughed quietly at his expression, and grabbed his arm to tug him with her into the kitchen. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to take off these high heels that feel like nails and take a nice long bath while you put the leftovers away and raid the icebox to see if we still have those macaroons the kids got us for Valentine’s day.” She pecked him on the cheek, a warm smile floating across her lips as she looked him in the eyes. “Okay?”

“Y-yes ma’am.” Years of being married, and Maddie was still able to catch him off guard.

♡♡♡

A couple hours later, the house had fallen completely silent. Even Ozzy’s snoring had ceased to an open mouthed whistle as he lay on his stomach, belly exposed to the air of the living room. Maddie and Tom lay fast asleep under the covers of their bed, and Y/n and Sonic remained asleep on the couch. Everything was silent until a slow, melodic tune floated through the air. 

Y/n stirred on Sonic’s chest. She unconsciously buried her head deeper into his fur in an attempt to float back into the REM cycle. But the tune came once again, this time more forcefully. Demanding attention. When it realized Y/n was still asleep, it wafted through the air, this time louder.

Y/n’s e/c eyes popped open. She gulped, recognizing the sound instantly. Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Last time she acknowledged the sound, it shot her on a brand new adventure in which she almost lost the love of her life. She turned her head back to Sonic’s chest, pointedly glaring at the air around her in hopes that whatever it was would get the hint. A couple of moments passed in silence, and her heartbeat finally slowed. Her eyelids gradually fluttered closed. 

Ah~, ah~...

♡ a.a.

[atths--twice]

Chapter Four 

Arcade and Ice Cream 

Fun in an arcade, ice cream, and a little something extra.  

The teenagers Mulder has called out to, have stopped and let them catch up. Scully smiles at them as they approach and she sees a couple of the boys nudge each other as they look at her.

Fantastic. Nothing better than hanging around hormonal boys. Well, another one anyway, she thinks as she glances at Mulder.

“We were down the beach aways earlier. You called out that my friend here was “hot.”” Mulder says by way of introduction.

The boys that have nudged each other, drop their eyes to the sand. Mulder looks at Scully and winks. “Hey, I’m just busting your balls guys. I believe there was mention of an arcade?” The mood is broken and they all start talking at once. Mulder only hears what Scully is telling him with her eyes.

Thank you. That was very sweet. You made me very aroused.

He raises his eyebrows but answers back as best he can.

You’re welcome. I know, surprising huh? I’m pretty sure we can be in that limo in ten minutes. You interested?

She lifts her eyebrows back at him and tries not to laugh. They stand there staring at each other, invisible sparks flying, until someone taps Mulder’s arm. Once the connection is broken, it is like cold water has been splashed on them both.

“Umm.. did you want to hear about the arcade?” One of the girls asks Mulder, while looking between him and Scully with an odd expression. Mulder turns toward her and Scully turns the opposite direction fighting the urge to laugh.

The kids start walking toward the stairs up to the pier, telling Mulder all about the arcade there. Scully trails behind listening to the excited chatter. She hears Mulder yell “Skee-ball!” and she knows she is in trouble.

About a year ago, they had been staying in a tiny town that had a population of about 2,000 people. There had been claims of mysterious lights hovering over a particular area and people forgetting where they had been for hours at a time. Turned out, the town was performing tests of some kind with a laser light. The people who had forgotten where they had been, had been stoners, who Scully was sure they had seen somewhere before.

The case had been rather anticlimactic, but they had a lot of free time on their hands, more so than usual. There had been an arcade in town and Mulder had been like a kid in a candy store. He got a cup full of quarters and went from game to game with a gleeful look on his face.

He challenged her to air hockey and promptly lost three out of five games. He was not exactly a gracious loser. Though perhaps, she was not exactly a good winner. She strutted around like she had just won the Stanley Cup. He reminded her it was air hockey, but she just laughed and called him a poor sport.

But then.. then he had found the room with Skee-ball. He looked at her like he had found the Holy Grail. Considering all the things they had seen and experienced, she would not have thought this would bring as much joy as it did. But for almost an hour, they stood in a room and rolled balls up an inclined ramp into the awaiting holes.

Mulder was convinced he was good at this game. As if he could be better than her at rolling balls up into a hole. She just smiled and shook her head. He came over and attempted to “show her how to do it,” and she had stood up to her full height and told him to back the fuck off.

Holding a ball in one hand, and pointing into his chest with the other, it must have been comical to see from a distance. He was almost a foot taller than her. He might have looked menacing, if he was not grinning from ear to ear.

He stepped back, putting his hands up. She had narrowed her eyes at him, then raised her eyebrow. She turned, then looked at him one more time- a pitcher ready to deliver a strike, but keeping an eye on the base stealer. He just smiled and tilted his head, his eyes saying, “Let’s see what you got.”

She threw the ball and it landed in the one hundred point hole. She grabbed another ball and repeated her roll. Five balls in and she had five hundred points. Prize tickets were spewing out and Mulder stood there with his mouth agape.

Before she rolled her next ball, she stepped close to him and closed his mouth with a touch of her finger to his chin. His eyes met hers, full of questions. “Yeah,” she had said. “I’m actually good at this game.” She stepped back and rolled her next ball. She did not land in the hundreds again, but the four balls left added to two hundred, bringing her total to seven hundred points.

Lights were flashing and the amount of tickets on the ground was increasing, and now it had become a challenge. Mulder dropped a quarter in and nine new balls rolled down and cracked together. He picked one up and rolled his neck, took a deep breath, and threw the ball. Ten points. Scully chortled. He gave her a side eyed glare. Then he grabbed another ball and tried again. It hit the fifty point spot, bounced off, hit the twenty, then landed in the gutter. No points.

Scully turned around, a huge grin on her face. She laughed silently as she heard him swear and then throw another ball. She peeked over her shoulder-twenty points. Six more balls were thrown up the ramp. Ten, thirty, ten, twenty, forty, and finally fifty. His grand total, after much swearing and cajoling, was one hundred and ninety points.

He did not look at Scully, who was pressing her lips together, to keep from hysterically laughing. He bent down and grabbed his tickets, eight in all. He slumped his shoulders, hung his head, and turned to her.

Her eyes were dancing and her hands were full of tickets. He looked back at his small amount he had, then walked over and handed them to her. She said nothing but accepted the tickets as she handed him another quarter. His sad puppy dog eyes were too much, as he finally raised his eyes to look at her, she began to laugh.

He took the quarter she offered and said “Oh, it’s fucking on, Scully.” He grabbed a handful of quarters out of the cup she held and put them in his pockets. She grabbed her own bunch of quarters; then put the tickets in the cup.

They competed for points and tickets. Final tally after much swearing and throwing up of hands, Scully-two hundred tickets and Mulder-seventy five. With no quarters left, and the place closing, they went to the counter to spend their tickets.

Mulder saw there was not much of a selection for his tickets so he gave them to Scully. She immediately asked for the smiling troll doll with rainbow hair. Mulder made a face and said they were creepy. She did not care. He asked her why she would pick something so ugly and odd. She looked at him sweetly and said to remind her that just because something is smaller, it does not mean it can’t kick some ass. He smiled and they left the arcade.

Thinking of it now, she shakes her head. She knows that if this place has Skee-ball, he will demand a rematch. Okay, she thinks, I am up for the challenge.

She takes a few quick steps to catch up to the group as she catches Mulder’s eye as he looks for her. She nods at him and keeps walking. It is never easy to hurriedly run through sand. It is sort of the equivalent of snow in that matter. Time consuming, but worth the trip.

They reach the stairs and Mulder goes up a few before he turns and sits down. The kids around him have continued up to the top, except for a couple who are standing by him, still chattering away. He is still holding both pairs of shoes as he sits and waits for Scully to join him.

She walks up and looks at him waiting for her. He smiles and gets up, reaching for her hand, and stepping aside so she can take his seat. She gives him a funny look but allows his chivalrousness. She sits down and he bends over, setting his shoes down beside her. He sets hers gently in her lap, as he reaches for her foot. She stares at him as he begins to brush the sand from her foot. He glances up at her and grins. She feels her heart burst at the sweetness he is showing her.

Of course, it might have been hard to wipe her feet off with a dress on, without flashing someone. The fact that he either figured that, or figured he would just be a gentleman, makes her body tingle. With happiness, thankfulness, horniness. He gets her motor running with the simplest of gestures.

When the first foot is as clean as it will get, she grabs her shoe and starts to put it on. He stops her as he reaches next to her and grabs the sock out from inside his shoe. He sits one stair below her, sideways, his back against the railing. He grabs her foot and places it in his lap. He uses his sock to clean in between her toes and all around her foot. Making sure to try and get every last grain of sand off of her.

She is staring at him with her heart in her eyes. He is not paying attention to the fact that her eyes are shouting out her love for him. How much she appreciates what he is doing right now. How much she wants to kiss him and show him how what he is doing is affecting her. She wants to wrap herself around him and melt into him. He is looking at and talking to one of the boys in the group and they both laugh about something. She hears none of the conversation. All she can hear is the love he is conveying with his touch.

When he has her foot as clean as possible without some water, he reaches for her shoe. He lifts his eyes to hers for a second and then back down. But then he looks at her again. Her eyes are saying something different than they ever have before. He feels it pulling him from everywhere in his body. A current that runs without any assistance. Like a geyser or a volcano. No way to stop or control it.

He does not have to hear her words to know what her eyes are saying. Love is shining so strongly, he is surprised people are not falling under its sheer force. He smiles at her and slides her shoe on, as if she is Cinderella. He bows his head, then looks at her again. A big goofy grin on his face as he reaches for her other foot.

The boys on the stairs are staring at them. Their eyes darting back and forth, from Mulder and Scully, then to each other as they try to understand what they are seeing. They have never seen anyone look at one another like they are doing. It is almost uncomfortable. As if they are having a telepathic conversation, the way their heads tilt and they raise their eyebrows. It’s really weird, but they cannot stop watching them.

“Derek! Mike! You guys coming? The place closes soon,” someone calls from above. Derek and Mike look up at their buddies as they tear their eyes from Mulder and Scully. “Yeah! Be up in a minute!” They shout back.

Mulder has put Scully’s other shoe on and is working on his own sandy feet. He is less thorough with his own feet. He does not pay as much attention to his own comfort. As long as she is taken care of, that is what matters. Soon he is slipping on his socks, then putting on and tying his shoes. He stands up and brushes his hands on his pants, then together. He grins at the boys, then turns to Scully and extends his hand.

“Come on Scully, let’s go put that credit card to good use,” he says with happiness in his voice. She laughs and reaches for his hand, letting him pull her up. He pats one of the boys on the shoulder, letting him know they are ready. He keeps a hold on Scully’s hand as they begin to walk up the stairs. Once they reach the top, they break off. Mulder walks with the boys and the girls surround Scully.

“Is that your husband?” “He’s so handsome.” “Were you guys at a party tonight?” “Have you been married long?” “Did he give you his coat to wear?” “God, I wish Kevin was sweet like that.”

Scully’s head is swimming. Unaccustomed to “girl talk,” she feels out of her element. She can’t remember the last time she talked to a bunch of teenage girls that did not involve some kind of an investigation. She feels hot all of a sudden, a flush covering her body. They are all looking at her, waiting for answers.

“Yes,” she begins. “We were at a party tonight. A movie premiere actually. But, it was a flop and so we decided to take a walk on the beach. What about you all?” She figures if she steers the conversation back to the girls, she will be free from answering their questions.

As she predicted, they start talking about their night, laughing, groaning about boys, and she breathes a sigh of relief. She feels weird talking  to these girls about her and Mulder. She has not even talked to her mom about it. She glances up at Mulder and sees the boys pushing at each other as they laugh at something Mulder is saying. He is using his hands a lot and grinning. He has such an ease with people.

They reach the arcade and Mulder holds the door for all of them as they walk in. He snags the back of his jacket as Scully starts to walk past. She looks at him, surprised. He watches the kids walk in and then he looks down at her with a gleam in his eyes.

“Skee-ball, Scully. You’re going down.” he says, as he wiggles his eyebrows.

She looks back at him with fire in her eyes. She grabs a handful of his shirt, brings his face close to hers, and licks his lips, before kissing him deeply. She pulls back and stares at him.

“Let’s bet on it. Loser of Skee-ball, whoever “goes down”.. goes down,” she raises her eyebrows and runs her hand to his waistband. He jerks, but holds her stare. He grabs her hand and moves it away from him.

“Well, then I concede to you now. I will gladly “go down” if it means I get to go down.” He puts his hand on her hip, under his jacket, and pulls her to him. She can feel him and she knows contact will only make it worse, so she pulls away.

“No, Mulder. As much as I love that…hmmm, no, an actual bet. You need to actually try to win. No pussing out. Mulder, no,” she says, pointing at him, when he opens his mouth to deliver a snarky comeback to what she said. “Deal?” She sticks her hand out and they shake on it. She is so going to kick his ass. She feels her body heat up at what that will entail.

She slips past him and joins the group again. After he shakes his head to clear the many memories he has of her in the position he hopes to win by losing, he steps inside too.

The place is practically empty and there is a bored looking young man behind the counter. “We close in an hour,” he says in a bored voice as Scully steps up to speak to him.

“Perfect,” she says with a super sweet smile. “That’s just enough time to do what we want to do. We’re going to need.. 11, 12, 13, 14.. twenty dollars’ worth of quarters. So $280 worth of quarters please.” She takes the credit card out of her pocket and hands it to him.

The kids are looking at each other dumbstruck. They, no doubt, had not anticipated that happening and they started to raise their opposition.

“No ma’am, we have money, you don’t need to do that.” “It’s really fine.” “Please don’t do that, we can pay for it.” Come their collective shouts.

Mulder steps up toward Scully and looks at the kids. “Yeah, we do need to do this. Someone owes us for some shit they did, so they will be paying for this evening's fun. So,” he says looking at the employee holding the card in his hand, “please run that card for $280 worth of quarters, and fuck Federman.” He turns his head toward Scully and they grin.

She nods and waits for the guy to run the card and hand it back to her. She turns to the kids as the employee begins to gather up the quarters. “I’m happy to pay for everyone. Mulder’s right. By the way, he’s Mulder, I’m Scully. Anyway, he’s right. We are owed this night out. And, FUCK Federman!” She says as she raises her arms up.

Mulder laughs and so do all the kids. Then they all begin to shout “Fuck Federman!” over and over. Scully puts her hands up again to quiet them. She is laughing as they calm down. “Yes, this will be fun. But I swear to god, if any of you call me “ma’am” again, you will not like the consequences.” They all stare at her, not sure what to think. They look at each other.

Scully smiles and then she laughs. She takes Mulder’s coat off and lays it over her arm. “Just messing with you guys. Grab your quarters and go have fun. Come on Mulder, you have a bet to lose.” She grabs his arm and their quarters, and pulls him toward the Skee-ball area.

When the employee calls out to tell them the place is closing, an hour later, everyone is laughing and yelling to each other. It has been an incredibly fun night. Challenges were issued at almost every game. The victor of said game would shout “Fuck Federman!” when he/she won. Every time it happened, it was like music to Mulder’s ears. Fuck that fucking guy.

They all made their way to the prize counter. Scully watches as one of the girls steps up and asks for a prize. She does not have enough tickets and she embarrassingly starts to step back. One of the boys stops her and discreetly hands her his tickets. She looks at him and he smiles at her. She blushes so deeply, but accepts the tickets. He steps aside while he watches her ask for the prize she wants. He smiles as he looks away and sees Scully watching him. She smiles at him and he grins.

Mulder watches Scully watch the kids. He sees the boy give his tickets to the girl and watches Scully smile. God, he loves her so much. She has the most beautiful smile. She turns her head as the eye contact breaks with the boy. She is still smiling as she catches Mulder’s eye. She grins at him as he grins back.

The kids have their prizes and they stand to the side as Mulder and Scully step up to the counter. Mulder takes out a decent amount of tickets, but Scully’s pockets are bulging. She empties them and Mulder’s eyes bug out. Damn. She beat him. He lost. Or did he?

She looks at him and smiles. A huge smile. As the employee begins to count them, she raises up on tiptoes to his ear and whispers. “You pick out the prize, I’ll be getting mine later.” She steps back and watches his eyes burn into hers. She walks over and joins the kids, exclaiming over their choices. They all head outside and wait for Mulder to finish his choosing.

Mulder joins them with his prize, which he promptly hands over to Scully. He picked a small stuffed panda. “Much better than that creepy rainbow headed troll doll you got.” He shivers thinking about that thing.

Not only was it creepy, but she had teased him with it. He would find it hidden in the most unusual places. His bathroom shower, his cupboard, or his desk drawer. But the worst, had been under his pillow, which he found late at night. In the dark.

She thought it was so funny to hear him yell out, or get a call from him, swearing that he hated that goddamn troll. Her laugh coming through the phone was obnoxious when he was still seething, but adorable when he was not. He always gave her the doll back though, knowing she would get him again. He would moan and complain, but he loved anticipating her next move.

Scully smiles as she looks at the panda. “Well, this won’t be fun to hide and scare you with, so I guess I’ll just have to keep this one at home.” She looks disappointed as she sighs. But then she looks up at him and smiles.

She knows he hates that troll. She also knows it is in his hotel shower right now. When she had come to his room earlier, asking for his help to zip up her dress, she hid it in there. She decided this is the last hurrah with it and she is excited to be able to see his last reaction. She smiles bigger, knowing it is going to scare the shit out of him.

Mulder looks at her and smiles back, but something is off about her smile. He does not get a chance to figure it out, because someone yells “ice cream!” and he turns around. The kids are walking to the stand when he glances back at Scully. She nods and reaches for his hand.

He takes the panda back and puts it in his jacket pocket, then takes her hand. They reach the ice cream stand as the kids are ordering their cones. The poor employee is overwhelmed by fourteen people clamoring at once for their orders. Mulder calls for some order and points to the tables nearby. He tells some of them to sit and that treats are on Federman. To which they all holler back “fuck Federman” and he grins.

He tells Scully to sit and all but three people follow suit. Mulder places an order for fourteen soft serve swirl cones-half chocolate, half vanilla. “Wait, do you have dark chocolate or just a rich chocolate?” He asks looking at the menu.

“We have a dark chocolate, yes sir. Do you want fourteen of them?”

“No, just one. Thank you. The rest will be the swirl,” he turns to the boy next to him. “Jeremy, right? Great,” he says as the boy nods and he takes the dark chocolate cone from the man. “Can you give this cone to Scully? And ask her for the credit card, too.”

Jeremy walks over to Scully who is laughing at something the boys are saying. He hands her the cone and asks for the card. She hands it to him then turns and smiles at Mulder. He knows she loves dark chocolate. When she turns back she sees the girl, Meredith, watching Jeremy walk back to Mulder. They were the same kids she watched in the arcade. Scully hears her sigh as she looks down.

“Have you two been dating long?” Scully asks her, taking a lick of her cone.

Meredith’s head pops up and she is bright red. “Me and Jeremy? No! No..no..no.. he, he likes girls that aren’t like me. Prettier and not so smart. No.. that.. no.” She looks down again, shaking her head.

Scully looks at her and is about to say something when Jeremy walks up again. He clears his throat and Meredith looks up to see him holding out a cone to her. Scully coyly looks around and sees no one else has an ice cream yet. She looks down and presses her lips together to stop from smiling.

Meredith takes the cone and he nods at them both. Scully watches as he walks back to Mulder and then she looks back at Meredith and grins. “Huh, I think you may be wrong about something,” Scully began as Meredith sat holding her cone, not moving. She looks at Scully, unsure of what she means. “You notice that nobody else has their cones yet? Besides us?” Scully says with a sly smile.

Meredith looks around, her hand still frozen in place, holding her cone. She looks back at Scully and shakes her head. Scully smiles at her. She is a cute girl, but not aware of it yet it seems. She has straight thick golden brown hair that Scully was always envious of as a young girl. Big blue eyes that see so much behind the black glasses Scully is sure she hates.

Scully leans forward and pushes Meredith’s cone toward her mouth. “I think you’re right that he doesn’t like girls like you. I think he likes you. Is he looking over here?” Scully does not want to be obvious and turn around and stare. Meredith quickly glances over to the stand and she turns so red, Scully knows her answer. She smiles and leans back, taking some licks of her cone.

“That’s crazy. I’ve known him almost my whole life. I..” Meredith says as she looks down and then at Scully again. “He has always dated or been around girls different than me. I mean, I’ve liked him for a long time. A really long time. But..” she licks her ice cream before it starts dripping everywhere, but she's still preoccupied.

“Has he always been nice to you? Kind, helpful, inclusive? Likes to talk to you? Gives you his game tickets so you can get the prize you want?” Scully smiles at her as she blushes again.

“You saw that?” Scully nods. “That was nice of him, I know. He is always nice to me. But that doesn’t mean he likes me, aside from a friend standpoint. We’re friends. That’s all. Just friends.” She looks sadly at her ice cream.

Scully gets up and comes to sit next to her. She looks up at Mulder standing with the boys who are helping dole out the cones. He must feel her stare because he looks at her and winks. She smiles and feels her stomach flutter.

She also notices that Jeremy is looking at Meredith with worry and care. She has seen the same expression on Mulder’s face many times. He has got it bad. She turns toward Meredith and smiles at her.

“Meredith, Mulder and I work together. We have for seven years now. He is my best friend, my partner. We’ve been so much to each other over the years, but friends before anything else. He is the one person I want to talk to every day. The one I can fight with but then simply touch his hand to know we are okay. I know that since I’ve been telling you this, he’s looked over here five times wondering what I could possibly be talking to you about so intently. Look, he’s watching now.” Scully smiles as she and Meredith look over and see that Mulder is staring right at them. He grins and looks back at the stand.

“See? I know him,” she laughs as she takes another lick of her cone. “I know you’re young and still haven’t figured everything out yet, but I think that Jeremy is trying to get your attention. Simple small gestures are the best way to start. He’s done two already tonight.” They smile at each other. Mulder appears and plops down across from them.

“Hey! That took a long time, Jesus.” He takes a huge bite of ice cream and Scully cringes. He is the only person she knows who does not seem to get brain freeze. Another huge bite and he realizes Meredith’s cone is dripping everywhere. He jumps up and heads to get some napkins, but the dispenser is empty.

“Excuse me? You back there? You’re all out of napkins. Do you have mor…” he trails off as he hears a familiar song. “HEY! You back there? Can you turn this up?” The employee walks out with a pack of napkins and looks at Mulder with a question written on his face. “Is this a CD? Or the radio?” Mulder asks, looking a little crazed.

“It’s a CD. Why are you wondering?”

“Could you make it so it can be heard out here? Are you able to do that? With speakers or something?” He starts to look around and sees that there are speakers. “Yes, you have speakers. Can you make it so it can be heard out here and then start that song over. Please and thank you.” He stands and watches him set up the audio for the speakers and then the play button is pressed. The piano music starts and Mulder grins.

He turns and leans back on his elbows, against the counter, staring at Scully, waiting for her to hear the music. She is talking to the girl again. When she hears the music begin to play, she turns her head and looks at him, beaming. She says something to the girl and gets up, smiling as she walks toward him, tossing her ice cream in the trash. He stands up and walks to meet her halfway, grinning like a fool, throwing away his ice cream as well.

He puts his hand out and his head down when she gets closer. She laughs and takes his hand. He pulls her in and begins to dance her around the little area of the pier. She is laughing as they spin around, thinking of the last time they danced to this song. He spins her out and then back to him. She throws her head back and laughs and then gasps. Jeremy is asking Meredith to dance.

Then, one by one the other kids pair up and start dancing. Some random pier goers join in and everyone is dancing and laughing. Mulder looks at them and then back at Scully and grins. Then he drops to his knees, belting out with the song, “Man I a-am TONIGHT!” as she laughs and the others holler and whistle.

He stands back up and pulls her close. His hand on her waist, his other hand holding hers, close to his heart. Then he pulls back and looks in her eyes as the song begins to end. Those last piano notes are his favorite part of the song. Unlike the last time they did this, he is able to do what he had wanted, and kiss her. So he does.

He has an arm around her waist and his other hand is in her hair, holding her neck. She has her arms locked around his neck. They are making up for the kiss they missed out on, when they were still beginning to realize, they were headed in this direction. He lifts her off the ground as he leans back and keeps kissing her. She laughs and pulls back as he sets her down, but does not release her.

From behind them comes first one, and then many voices, shouting “Fuck Federman!” “Fuck Federman!” They look and the kids have formed a huddle, screaming that out, as they do some kind of dance. Mulder laughs.

Scully nudges Mulder and motions with her chin toward the table where they had been sitting. Jeremy and Meredith are still holding onto one another and swaying even though the song is over.

Scully smiles as she watches them when Mulder turns his head back to her. “Yeah, that’s not too surprising,” he says as he pulls her close and rests his chin on her head.

She pulls back and looks at him, questions in her eyes. He looks back at her and falls into her eyes. “The boy has been in love with her for years. Looks like he finally had the balls to do something about it.” He holds her gaze, letting his eyes tell her what his mouth cannot. She smiles and he pulls her close, resting his forehead on hers swaying to music that is no longer playing.

The stars are out, the waves are crashing, the ocean air is pungent, laughter is ringing out, shouts and whistles are echoing in the night air, and they are happy.  

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Making Breakfast in His Shirt [Hoseok and Namjoon]

The oc’s are the wives prior to getting married or engaged. You can read this as part of the daddy!au series or a stand alone~~. These are different from the original versions, but I like these better.

Enjoy~~

Hoseok

Elfie hit the alarm clock after the first loud ring then whipped back to see if Hoseok had woken up. Seeing he was still fast asleep, she let out a breath of relief. She tried getting out of bed to feel her legs wrapped up in blankets and Hoseok’s legs. She shifted around, sitting up with her hands pressed against the edge of the bed, and she untangled herself from the blankets and boyfriend. Her victory was short lived as she leaned back too far and fell off the bed with a thump. “Ah, shit” she hissed as she held her head in her hands feeling pain. Her puppy, Mitzy, sat up at the end of the bed, her head tilted to the side as she stared down at Elfie. “I feel like you’re judging me right now…” She whispered towards her dog as she stood up slowly. 

After taking a quick shower, Elfie threw on one of Hoseok’s shirts and one of her gym shorts before she made her way out the room with her cell phone in hand. She pulled out the ingredients she needed for the birthday seaweed soup recipe Hoseok’s mom texted her. She opted not to wear an apron as she whipped up a breakfast for Hoseok’s birthday. She intertwined her fingers together and stretched out popping a couple fingers then flashed a smile to Mitzy. “Alright! Let’s make some breakfast.” 

Mitzy let out a whimper, her ears drooped as she made a quick escape from the kitchen as if she knew what mayhem was about to hit. 

Elfie rolled her eyes, “Fine, you don’t get any leftovers.”

There was a loud shrill followed by a sound similar to roaring thunder. Hoseok shot up in bed in a hurry as the smell of burning overtook the bedroom. His eyes widened as he threw off the blankets, “Elfie!” He ran out of the bedroom, his feet pounded against the carpet hall missing the fleeing Mitzy who sped to the bedroom. “ELFIE!” His voice was high drenched in sheer panic as he entered a plume of smoke in the living room. 

There was a cough and the sharp shrill from the fire alarm in the kitchen. Elfie stumbled through the kitchen to each of the windows trying to air out the area. She mentally cursed as she choked on another harsh breath as she looked back in the kitchen towards the fire alarm. 

“ELFIE!” Her name sounded over the alarm and Elfie grabbed a chair, dragged it under the fire alarm, and unplugged it making the shrill cease. “Elfie?”

“I’m fine” she coughed as she waved the smoke from her face. The smoke was less dense than it was moments ago thanks to the windows making it easier to see in the kitchen. At the entrance stood a frantic Hoseok, chest rapidly rising and falling as he looked at the disaster in the kitchen. Elfie grimaced as she held up her hands and shook them in a waving motion, “Happy birthday…” She awkwardly sang. 

Hoseok’s eyes met hers before he made his way to her side, “Are you okay? What happened?” 

“I just kind of forgot the cake in the oven and it ended up burning… I tried to take it out, but I reached in with my bare han--” 

Hoseok took her wrists and noticed how red her hand was, “You should ice it.” He picked her up off the chair and took her to the counter. “Sit up there” he left no room for argument as he rushed to the freezer and grabbed ice then a towel from the drawer beside him. “You know you need to pay attention when you’re cooking” he hissed. “You’re such an airhead that you space out at the wrong times” he placed the ice in her hand then wrapped the towel around her hand. “Keep that there.” 

Elfie retreated into herself like a kicked dog. Her shoulders slumped as her head fell to her hand. Tears gathered in her eyes and she used his shirt she wore to wipe the tears away. She wanted to say something, but her voice wouldn’t come out as she continued to silently cry.

Hoseok continued to lecture her as he cleaned up the mess. A pile of pots from the cabinets above were on the ground, the culprits of the thunderous sound. He hadn’t realized he was lecturing her until he realized how quiet she was. Hoseok looked back to see huge tears descending down Elfie’s face. “Does it hurt? Should we go to the hospital?”

She shook her head as her tears only grew, “I was just trying to make you a surprise birthday breakfast” her voice was raw and cracking. “I can’t even do that right. I’m sorry.” 

Hoseok walked over to her and hugged her, “It’s okay. I know you can cook, Elfie… But, I wish you didn’t try to cook so much at once--you get so careless and end up hurting yourself.” He rubbed her back as he looked through the semi-clean kitchen. “Why don’t we clean up and we can make some breakfast together, okay?” His hand took her burned hand and he checked the burn, “But first let’s go get this checked out, yea?” Elfie gave a sad nod as Hoseok helped her off the counter and the two changed to go to the hospital.

Namjoon

The sun’s rays were the first to wake Sierra from her peaceful sleep. Her eyes screwed shut as she let out a displeased groan. She shifted in the bed, turning her back to the bright light as the arm resting over her naked body pulled her closer. The tip of Sierra’s nose touched the chest in front of her and a smile grew as she took in her boyfriend’s scent. Finally, giving up on sleep, Sierra’s eyes fluttered open, Namjoon’s chest rose and fell before her. She reached out and touched his chest. Her manicure nails rubbed against his naked upper body as she remembered the night before--their first night together. Sierra felt her face warm at the thought as her hand traced up to his face. Her smile only grew as she looked up at her boyfriend’s sleeping face. Shuffling in bed once more, Sierra reached up and pressed a quick kiss on Namjoon’s lips, “I love you” she whispered. 

Namjoon let out a mumble under his breath before he turned in his sleep releasing her from his grasp. Sierra took the opportunity to climb out of bed and grabbed the first shirt she found on the ground from the previous night. She felt like she was walking on air, she felt so light. She threw it on and got ready for the day after checking out Namjoon once again. After she brushed her teeth and fixed the lingering bedhead, Sierra grabbed her phone and headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast for the two of them. 

Namjoon woke to the smell of food. A deep groan escaped him as he reached over to the other side of the bed to feel nothing but the cold sheets. His eyes opened partially to see Sierra was not beside him in bed and he reached up to his hair as he stretched. He sat up letting the covers pool on his laps as he looked around the room for his girlfriend. He yawned loudly as he got out of bed and sought for a pair of sweatpants then went to find his girlfriend.

Namjoon saw Sierra in front of the oven, she hummed happily as she cooked. He couldn’t help the grin that grew on his face. He couldn’t believe his girlfriend had flown from New Zealand just to be with him for a month while he was on break from work. Last night was their first time alone together since they began dating eight months ago and it was perfect. Namjoon couldn’t help wanting more. It didn’t help when he noticed Sierra wore one of his shirts that barely covered her upper thighs. How could she look so perfect first thing in the morning? 

Sierra jumped when Namjoon wrapped his arms around her waist, “Heavens--don’t scare me like that.” 

“You weren’t in bed when I woke up” his voice still deep with sleep. Namjoon felt a shiver go down Sierra’s back. A smirk graced his lips as he leaned down to her neck. His lips teased her neck, grazed over her skin drawing out a sweet whimper from her. “How are you feeling?” his head moved up to her ear, “I wasn’t too rough last night, right?”

Sierra’s face felt like it was on fire. How could Namjoon, her sweet kind boyfriend, be so sensual first thing in the morning. “I--” Her eyes never left the omelet that was cooking before her. “I feel fine” she cleared her throat. 

One of Namjoon’s hands fell from her waist and touched her thigh leaving tingles in his wake. A hum left his lips as he watched her fidget under his grasp. Namjoon’s eyes grazed  her as he pulled her away from the pan. He turned off the burner and reached around her to move the pan. Sierra turned in his arms to see him curiosity written across her face. His eyes traveled down her body before his lips descended on hers. The heated kiss made her gasp allowing Namjoon to slip his tongue in her mouth. A moan melted in the kiss as Sierra grasped his biceps to hold herself up. 

Namjoon broke the kiss, “Could you handle another round?” 

Sierra shyly looked away as she caught her breath, “But breakfast--”

“Can wait” he whispered as a seductive smirk grew on his lips, “Or I could have you for breakfast?” His eyebrow rose and Sierra’s face heated up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, but kept her face hidden in his chest. Namjoon let out a deep chuckle, “How are you so shy still?” 

“Shut up…” Sierra wanted nothing more than to hide under a rock with how embarrassed she felt. Namjoon didn’t let her escape as his fingers pulled her chin up and his lips took hers once more. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him as he took them to the living room for another heated round.

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I Want This Shit Forever (RoD, Colt x MC)

A/N: Is this a continuation of the story where Ellie gets pregnant? The tattoo story? I have no idea but I do know I was around a lot of kids this weekend so here are some of drabbles about Ellie and Colt’s family. Title from “Forever” (Drake/Eminem/Lil Wayne/Kanye West).

This might be my last RoDAW entry (we will see how my life works out today) and I just wanted to give a HUGE shout-out and thank you to the #RoDAW team, @choicesarehard @brightpinkpeppercorn @client-327 @poeticscolt @queenkaneko. The amount of WORK and EFFORT and LOVE that you guys put into this is nothing short of astonishing and I am in awe and so appreciative of you all. Thank you so much for an AMAZING week!!!

Pairing: Colt x MC, ROD 

Length: ~4250 words

Rating: R (Swearing, suggestiveness, discussion of illegal activities.)

Summary: Drabbles of Ellie and Colt and baby, thrown together with no semblance of plot, but hopefully a semblance of love

Ellie sighed, deep in her bones, and it still didn’t wake up the slumbering idiot behind her. 

She could feel every inch of him pressed against her back, breath hot on the back of her neck, arm hotter where it awkwardly snaked around her. She remembered when this kind of heat inflamed her, when it made her weak and pliant and putty in his hands, to be molded boneless and sex-drunk by his fingers and his lips and him, every part of him that worshiped her with single-minded devotion.

But this? She was just hot. And huge. And miserable. This was the worst.

She sighed again, louder, the rumble in her throat a warning. Still he didn’t stir.

She rolled her eyes and moved his arm, throwing it back with a bit for force than necessary before she struggled out of bed and down the hall. Everything hurt and she was tired, so tired, and emotional and fat and hot and this was the worst. She grabbed a glass of water, as cold as she could get the tap to run, holding it to her cheek as if it would do something, anything about the inferno inside her.

“El-”

She rolled her eyes. She just wanted to be miserable in peace.

“Ellie, you ok?”

Colt shuffled into the kitchen behind her, barely awake. She didn’t even think his eyes were open, hands tracing the walls, feeling his way through their small apartment.

She didn’t even feel bad. He didn’t have their child growing inside of him. She hadn’t slept in weeks.

He blinked when she didn’t answer, blurry eyes finally finding hers. “Ellie? Are you ok?”

“No.” The speed with which tears erupted in her eyes was embarrassing. She couldn’t even be appropriately annoyed without breaking down. “No, I am not ok.”

He stepped closer, looking wary. “What’s wrong?” He tried to cover up his yawn but it didn’t work, only served to infuriate her more.

“Everything! I can’t sleep, I’m too hot and I’m so tired and you are like a freaking furnace in there.”

He reached out to touch her but she swatted his hands away, instead taking giant gulps of water as if it would cool her temper along with her body.

“Do you want me to sleep on the couch?” He edged by her to open the freezer, holding out the ice cube tray to her.

She took a deep breath, balling her hands into fists. Ice. Of course. It was probably easy to be so smart when you were operating on consecutive days of uninterrupted sleep.

“No, I don’t want you to sleep on the couch!” She pushed the ice tray away.

“What do you want?” His voice was measured, weary. He wasn’t even engaging, too tired to battle with her.

Her shoulders dropped. “I don’t know. I just feel so uncomfortable, all the time.” She hated how her voice wavered but, if there was one person she could be weak in front of, it was the one person who wholeheartedly believed in her strength.

His eyes softened as he looked her over and he cracked the tray, pulling a couple of cubes out. Careful hands caressed the nape of her neck as he lifted her hair up and slowly traced the ice over her skin.

She couldn’t stop the sigh that filtered through her lips as the bite of cold took some of the edge off, dulling the burn in her body, becoming more of a smoldering flame than a bonfire licking at her body.

“Better?”

She could only nod, murmuring assent as he drew swirling designs on her neck, pulling at her shirt to get at her shoulders. As it melted, the water dripped down her spine, the rivulets trailing down a meandering path that took her breath away.

It felt so good.

She moaned, would have been embarrassed by the throaty noise, but noticed how Colt’s eyes darkened as he watched her.

At his look, at the sensations, ice water sparking her overheated skin, she was starting to get warm again, but a different kind of warmth. This kind started from her core and emanated though her nerves so that every part of her was buzzing. This was the good kind of warmth, the kind that couldn’t be sated by water and ice, but instead by the man in front of her, whose eyes were the flames that would burn her in the best of ways.

“Ellie…” His voice was a warning, hands sliding the ice down her arms. The goosebumps that followed were definitely not because of the cold.

She bit her lip and smiled. “You know, since we are both awake now, I can think of some amazing uses for this ice.”

And after, after the flames in her body had been stoked and teased and had burned her to the point of absolute delicious exhaustion, after, for the first time in weeks, Ellie slept.

~~~~~

Colt was shrugging on his shirt when Ellie pulled back the curtain.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah.” Ellie slid her phone back in her purse. “Riya said she was going to try to put Cora down for a nap now.”

“Good. I’m gonna make a work call, if that’s ok?”

Ellie nodded, sliding into the seat and taking off her shirt. “I’ve got it.”

She settled into the seat as Jim, the tattoo artist, set up his equipment, shuffling into a comfortable position while he opened the sterile needle in front of her. She and Colt had talked about getting a tattoo to commemorate their growing family for ages, a long time. He had favored some truly horrific designs but Ellie had wanted a heart with Cora’s name in it, held firm. Finally, they compromised. At Ellie’s demand, they would each get a heart, their daughter’s name in delicate script on a curling ribbon in the center. Colt would only agree if he could choose the location, left shoulder blade, and if the heart was black, nixing the deep red Ellie favored.

Ellie smiled to herself. Relationships were all about compromise. Or, as far as she and Colt were concerned, compromise meant heated discussions and pleading until he remembered how irresistible she was and folded.

Jim grabbed the stencil and placed it against her back, grabbing a pen. “I like it. It’s almost exactly like your husband’s.”

She murmured noncommittally and then opened her eyes. “What do you mean almost?”

“Well, you won’t have the exact same tattoo, he asked me to add-”

“WHAT?!?!” Thankfully, he had just started and managed to pull the pen away seconds before Ellie sat up to glare at him. “He changed it?!?!”

He leaned back in his chair. “Well, yeah. He wanted-”

“I’m gonna kill him.” She grabbed her shirt, barely pausing to make sure that it covered her when she threw it on, and stormed into the waiting room. “COLT KANEKO!”

He was on the phone, a muttered conversation in the corner, away from the bored eyes of the receptionist. His head snapped to her as she stormed in, all fire and fury. 

His eyes widened as she approached, muttering “Just get it done” before hanging up to face her head-on.

She couldn’t keep the snarl from her voice. “What is your tattoo of?”

“A heart?”

“You liar. The tattoo artist said it was different. You promised we would match!” She was barely able to stop herself from reaching out and throttling him. “What, is your family not important enough, tough guy?!?”

He blinked at her and sighed. Slowly he peeled the shirt off his back and turned. “Take the bandage off. See.”

Huffing, she ripped the tape off, smiling at his wince. The smile dropped off her face as she moved the bandage aside and could see what was underneath.

“Oh, Colt.”

It was still red, skin tender where the needle had etched the careful design. And he was right, it was a heart, black and carefully shaded against his skin. However, unlike hers, there were two ribbons; the bottom had Cora’s name, written in the same simple script as her tattoo. However, the top ribbon...

“You got my name on it.”

He turned to her and shrugged. “Yeah. My two favorite girls.” He reached up to caress her cheek. “The two most important people in my life.”

Damn, she was weak for this man. She couldn’t help but reach up to pull his lips to hers, pouring her appreciation and love into every kiss, every touch.

“Excuse me?”

She held onto him tighter, leaning into his space until their bodies were one, even the sunlight filtering in through the window unable to get through where their bodies were melded together, lips and hips together casting one shadow on the wall.

A throat cleared behind her. She kissed harder. Then a cough. Another one, louder, a warning. “Did you want that tattoo or not?”

She turned to look at Jim. “Do you think it’s too late to make an addition to it?”

~~~~~

Colt froze as he walked into the apartment, his heart stopping. He thought that the “OMG help” text Ellie sent had been because Cora was giving her a hard time. She had always been wild, inheriting both the spirit of her mother and drive of her father, but turning three had unleashed such a new level of dysfunction on their household that Colt was unsure they would recover from it.

He was expecting his daughter to be bouncing off the walls when he got home. Instead, it was silent and still, empty, and his home had been ransacked.

His breath caught in his throat as he surveyed the damage. Trash was everywhere, papers and belongings thrown haphazardly around by someone looking for something. Paint was dripping off the kitchen table, a puddle of blue spreading on the hardwood, and every single chair was overturned. 

The whisper came involuntarily. ���Ellie?” His stomach was falling, turning. Where was his family?

The worry, the terror, that flashed through him quickly, mind moving quickly onto a plan: search the house, then call the crew. The rage came next, a quick blinding fire in his blood; anger was the emotion he knew best, the port in any storm that he could call on. If they dared touch his family....he was going to ruin them.

Whatever they were looking for, he doubted they found it. Most anything worth stealing was at the shop, tucked away in a safe in his office. He kept a small cushion of cash under a floorboard beneath their bed but not enough to be worth this level of destruction. 

He wandered to the kitchen and it was no better in here, half-eaten lunch on the counter, flour coating the ground. The dishwasher was open, bubbles foaming and spilling onto the floor. He swallowed, hard, jaw working overtime.

“Ellie?”

No answer. He moved through the apartment, checking the bathroom. Empty but, like the rest of the house, it was a disaster. The mirror was definitely not broken when he left this morning and the shower curtain had been intact, not in pieces, submerged in grimy water in the tub.

A little louder. “Ellie?!?”

Still no answer.

His hands started shaking and he balled them into fists. He knew exactly who did this, who wanted retribution for the latest job he pulled. He had been trying to keep Ellie and Cora away from his work but, apparently, it had come calling. If they laid a hand on his family, if they so much as thought about laying a hand on his family, he would kill them, destroy them, relish ending them as a message to anyone else who dare threaten the people he loved.

He swung Cora’s door open; apparently, they had been looking in here as well, dresser drawers open and askew, clothing everywhere. They had even pulled the books from her bookshelf, bedtime stories he knew by heart, open and crinkled on the carpet, wild things gnashing their terrible teeth as they looked up at him.

He was going to kill them.

He slowly opened his bedroom door and peered in, letting out the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. It was a disaster in here too, clothing covering the floor like it was carpet, but, in the middle of their bed, Ellie and Cora were curled up, safe and sound and fast asleep. He could see where Cora had tossed and turned by the blue on the sheets, only a fraction of the paint that covered her body and clothes. What wasn’t blue was white, flour sticking to her hair like it had been shocked grey, streaks of it on her face. Ellie wasn’t any better, paint and flour and marker drawings covering her skin like amateur tattoos.

He kicked off his shoes and slid into bed behind her, dropping a soft kiss on her shoulder.  The sleepy smile that greeted him when she turned brought tears to his eyes.

“You have something on your face.”

“It’s a unicorn,” Ellie whispered. “Cora drew it.”

He clutched her closer. “Of course.”

“Colt?” She was already fading, eyes drooping as she spoke, slowly. “Next sick day, you’re staying home with her.”

He smiled and nodded, watching Ellie fall back asleep before he also joined in on nap time.

~~~~~

“I am not my father.”

Ellie’s eyes burned into him, nostrils flaring. “You sure are acting like it! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”

Colt could barely think over the sound of his teeth grinding, jaw clenching as he worked to keep down words better left unsaid. “This is why I didn’t tell you, I knew you would react like this.”

“Oh,” she scoffed. “The problem is my reaction, not that you’re hiding things from me?”

He had to take a deep breath; he could feel the anger rising, muscles tensing, ready to fight, but in front of him was the one person he swore he would never hurt.

She continued, “This is just like something Kaneko would have done, you know.”

“Stop it!” He had to bite his tongue, hard, teeth digging into the tender flesh to have something else to focus on, somewhere else he could channel his rage. “I am not-”

“I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?” She swiped an angry hand over her face, glaring daggers at him.

He took a deep breath, hands clenching into fists, feeling his nails dig deep crescents into his palms, additional pieces of pain to focus on, to keep the curses and invectives in.

This is exactly why he didn’t tell Ellie about the East LA job. Or the Rolling Hills job. Or the Manhattan Beach job. Or any of the jobs the crew had pulled when he was trying to convince her and everyone else that he was nothing but a meager auto shop owner struggling to make it work in Gramercy Park.

“Mommy?”

Cora stumbled out of her room, eyes hazy, still clutching Billy, her stuffed cat companion that never left her side.

Colt let the breath out through his nose. And there was the reason he couldn’t be a meager auto shop owner, not anymore. The two reasons, Cora and Ellie, the two people he would move heaven and earth for, lift priceless sports cars for, so they would never want for anything. Hell, he would kill for them; he didn’t really think moving tons of metal was that bad in comparison.

Cora’s face lit up when she saw him and she made to run to him, into his arms, when Ellie’s quick hands reach out and plucked her up, pulling her away.

“But Mommy…” Cora’s mouth fashioned into a pout. “Daddy said we could get ice cream after nap!”

“NO!” Both Colt and Cora stared at Ellie as her shout echoed around the apartment. “You’re not going anywhere with him.”

Colt froze, staring at her, at the collision of his past and his present taking his breath away.

“But Mommy…”

Colt couldn’t breathe, blinking slowly at the pair; he was no stranger to heartbreak but this was the first time he could feel his heart physically shatter, pieces falling through his rib cage to land at this feet. His voice shook. “I have to go.”

“But Daddy…”

“Sorry, Cora, we can go later.” He didn’t even look at Ellie, keeping his eyes trained on his daughter as he backed away, hand grasping for the doorknob behind him. He had to go.

He could barely see the hallway, the stairs, the road in front of him as he drove, away, away, needing space, needing distance from his present and his past and his everything. As he sat on the cliff, head in his hands, he knew that he would never be able to outrun it all; you couldn’t get distance from yourself.

He heard the tires on the gravel, the slam of the door, the footsteps approaching, and let out a deep breath. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was, just kept his eyes on the horizon, water fading into sky in front of him. The cliff always soothed him but comfort was wanting today, even with the lapping of the waves below his feet. And, of course, it was where she knew to look for him.

“Hi.”

He didn’t answer, didn’t stir, just kept looking out. Were those seagulls?

“Can I sit?”

He shrugged, didn’t even turn as she sank to the ground next to him.

“Colt, I’m sorry.” She put a gentle hand on his arm; when he didn’t turn, she removed it to fold it into her lap. “I didn’t mean what I said.”

“You did.” His voice came out hollow.

“I didn’t.” She shifted next to him. “I am still pissed as hell but I shouldn’t have said those things. I’m so sorry.”

He shrugged again. If these were seagulls, they were fucking idiots because one just dive-bombed in to the waves like it had a death wish.

“Where’s Cora?”

“I dropped her off with my dad. They were going to hit the playground.”

He tried to temper down the flash of annoyance at the detective spending time with his daughter when he had been planning on getting her ice cream; he knew he failed by the bite in his voice. “Don’t dare tell me I can’t see her.”

“Colt, that’s not what I meant! I was just pissed”

He just stared at the stupid seagulls with no sense of self-preservation, being buffeted by the unyielding waves beneath them.

“Colt, would you just look at me!?!”

“My mom said that to me, those exact damn words.” He turned his head to look at her; she was calmer but he could see the flush of her cheeks, the familiar blaze in her eyes that he loved every time it was directed at someone other than him.

“Said what?”

“You’re not going anywhere with him.” He turned back to the waves. “About my dad.”

“Colt, I’m sorry…” She rested her hand on his arm again but, this time, she didn’t back away. “I didn’t know.”

“I know.” he shut his eyes, watching the scene in his head, one of many that would play out in a constant loop of madness when he had too much time to think. “I was 12 and I was staying with Pop more and more. His job was flexible, obviously, so he would make sure I caught the bus to school. I started staying some weekends too, hang out at the garage. We were supposed to go away for the weekend, drive up the PCH to San Fran.”

“Colt…”

He looked down at his hands. “Until my mom stormed in. Screaming, cursing. She was pissed. Apparently he was also going to San Fran to meet with a few contacts about a job, a big one. She was furious, wouldn’t let me go with him, said she wouldn’t let me out of her sight.”

Her hand slid down the jacket and slid into his palm; he twined their fingers together with a squeeze. Was he the seagull, buffeted by a past he couldn’t escape until he fell, headfirst into the water?

“After that, I barely saw him. I tried to get more involved, in the crew, in the garage, but…she moved me out East when I was 16. And you know the rest of the story.”

“Colt, I would never keep Cora from you. Ever, ever, ever.”

“Even if it was better for her?” He dropped his head. “Ellie, what if I am my dad?”

She grabbed his cheeks in both hands, turning his head so she could stare into his eyes, face solemn. “You’re not. Colt, you’re not your dad, you’re not.”

He couldn’t lift his eyes, weight of the world and his choices dragging him down.

“You’re not.” Ellie sighed. “Would you leave?”

“WHAT?!?” His eyes snapped up. “What are you-?”

“Would you leave me? Would you leave Cora?”

“Never.” He shook his head, incredulous. “Never, Ellie. There is nothing on earth that would keep me from you two, I would die befor-”

“I know.” She pulled him close, arms around his neck so she could speak in his ear. “That’s how I know you’re not your dad.”

He pulled back to look at her, her eyes shining at him. He couldn’t let her down.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “No apology for committing multiple felonies and moving millions of dollars of merchandise with no warning?”

“Uhhh….Multiple?”

He grimaced when she nodded. “Do you think I didn’t talk to Ximena and get the full story?”

“I’m not going to apologize for my job.”

She let her arms fall from his neck, leaning away from him. “And what if you went to jail? Wouldn’t that keep you away from me? From Cora?”

“I’m careful, El, I swear.” It was always in the back of his mind, it was, but it was his legacy, what he was best at.

She bit her lip, considering; Colt watched the gleam in her eyes, the gears turning as she thought. His jaw dropped. “Oh my God.”

“What?”

“You want in.” He smirked. “I thought you were gonna ask me not to run the job. But that’s not it, is it?” He grinned triumphantly as he watched the blush spread across her cheeks. “You want in, don’t you?”

“I mean…I don’t want to drive, but…” Ellie glanced away, towards the horizon. “X said that you guys were still debating the escape route and I thought…”

Colt threw his arms around her, pulling her to the ground so he could pepper her face in kisses. “I fucking love you, you know that?” Or was he the waves, rough and turbulent against the shore, but always returning to the calm of the deep?

She giggled under the onslaught of his lips, squirming under him. “I have been known to have a good plan, once in a while.”

“Uh huh…” He had moved to her neck, gentle tongue tracing nonsense patterns.

“And it is us against the world, right?”

He pulled back to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Us against the world.”

“And I’m also not your mom.”

Colt froze to study her. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not leaving you either. Ever, ever, ever.”

He smiled, slowly, before dropping one last kiss on her lips and standing. He brushed off his jacket before he extended his hand, pulling Ellie to stand in front of him. “Us against the world.”

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Colt stretched out in the chair and dug his feet in the sand, sighing. This was pretty great. He wasn’t even a beach person, one too many times with sand in inappropriate places tended to do that to someone, but he’d be damned if he was going to deprive Cora of something as simple as a beach day while Ellie was out with Riya. He knew she would come back soon with freshly painted toenails and chatter about Riya and Darius’s latest shenanigans.

He took a swig of his beer and watched Cora building a sand castle with some new friends, a complicated structure complete with turrets and a barn for the unicorns, of course.

“Oh my God, you almost look like a normal suburban dad.” He looked up, shading his eyes with one hand so he could smirk at Ellie as she walked over to him.

When she went in for a kiss, he pulled, sending her toppling over into his lap. He responded to her pout with a devilish grin. “I am completely respectable, thank you very much.”

“Ha. You don’t have a respectable bone in your body.”

“Mmmm…..” He cupped his hands around Ellie’s thighs and rolled his hips. “Would you like me to put a respectable bone in your-owww.”

She whacked him again, palm to his chest. “Some of the shit you say is decidedly not sexy.”

“It’s a good thing you’re sexy enough for the both of us.” He grinned, winding his fingers through her hair to pull her lips to his. She tasted like the sangria she and Riya loved and he deepened the kiss to chase every single drop.

“Ewwww….are you kissing?” He didn’t even hear the footsteps in the sand, so engrossed in his wife. Ellie turned at the voice.

“Not anymore,” he muttered at his cockblock of a daughter. “Hi, Cora. ”

The moment was quickly forgotten as Cora laid eyes on Ellie. “Mommy! I made a sand castle. Wanna see?”

“Of course, baby. One second.”

As Cora sprinted away, Ellie bent down, lips so close to Colt’s ear that the hairs on his arms stood up. “You can show me all your respectable parts later tonight.”

He could only stare, eyebrows raised, as she sauntered away, looking over her shoulder to blow him a mocking kiss.

He was so looking forward to fucking the respectability out of her.

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[memoirsverse]

Dresden Files/The Authors of Paradise: Dark Days, Chapter 3

This is a crossover fan novel featuring my own characters and world of The Authors of Paradise, blended with those of Jim Butcher’s The Dresden Files. This derivative crossover work is being written for the sheer fun of it, with no financial gain. Jim Butcher owns Harry Dresden, The Dresden Files, and all associated characters. I own Evelyn Alvar, Arabella Thorne, Thornebridge Manor, The Authors of Paradise, and all associated characters. I’ve taken the two worlds, mashed them together, and whipped up this meandering thingamabob. Mmm, tasty.

This novel is rated M for Mature, because it’ll get bloody.

Table of Contents:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

iii. Evelyn

I had looked into the swirling, prismatic abyss, and had Seen what was emerging from it. I had heard the jarring discordance of its song taking shape. Its energy had blossomed inside my mind like rotting flesh melting aside to reveal the gore held within.

That was why I was ready this time when the creature hurled a wave of suffocating dread in my general direction. The whole world is made of song, if you know how to hear it. When you know the resonance of something, you can counteract it with your own tone.

I drew in a deep breath, opened my mouth, and sang out a long, loud, crystalline note that rang throughout the alley like a giant tuning fork. That single, protracted note I formed into a word, no word in any human tongue but simply a collection of syllables that danced along the threads of my intent and coalesced into pure Will.

The note reached out to the dark, pulsing energy rushing along the channel of the creature’s screech and diverted it away from myself and the man standing beside me, splitting it apart and scattering it to be carried away on the wind. Peripherally, I could see the man lifting his staff, holding it across himself with one hand, and could feel him gathering energy. 

I ran out of breath and my voice dipped to silence as I frantically reached into my bag to retrieve one of the little spherical glass containers I had carefully packed in an interior pocket with plenty of padding. The creature slapped the air with its wings and dove forward, but the man stepped forward, his booming voice echoing throughout the alley. “Forzare!”

An invisible wrecking ball slammed into the creature and sent it tumbling backwards towards the portal. Catching itself mid-trajectory with a billow of its wings, it flipped itself in midair, braced its feet on the brick facade of a building, and lunged forward again. The man moved forward, stepping between the monster and me as he hefted his staff. “Get out of here, lady!”

Instead of responding, I darted around the man and hurled the glass sphere at the creature with a murmured word. It shattered, releasing the coiled energy that had been contained within, a paralysis enchantment that immediately began to twine around the creature, immobilizing it. It struggled for a few seconds, its wings beating the air, then fell to the pavement and was still.

I glowered at the man. “You were saying?”

“Don’t get too comfy, toots,” he replied, gesturing at the creature with his free hand. He still held the staff at the ready, and had a wild, almost feral look in his eyes, his body coiled taut as if readying himself to spring into action again. Despite this, he was breathing steadily, in through his nostrils and out through his mouth. This certainly wasn’t the mage’s first battle. “It’s not over.”

“Call me ‘toots’ again and I’ll shove that staff exactly where you don’t want it,” I growled, but I followed his line of sight. The creature was shuddering in its invisible restraints, and something scarlet flickered along the surface of its leathery hide. A spiderweb of red lightning rushed to spread over its skin, and it began to stand, flexing its wings and limbs. I could feel the binding enchantment popping and breaking like so many snapped threads.

“Oh, crap,” I said, and thrust my hand into my bag again, frantically casting around for another glass sphere. 

I’m not very good at direct psychokinetic battle magic, what I’ve heard referred to as evocation in some circles. Give me time to prepare, give me time to carefully and meticulously and mathematically construct enchantments set to go off at a certain trigger, or to build a thaumaturgical link and manipulate with ritual, and I can manage. It’s usually by the skin of my teeth, but I’m still alive, so that must count for something.

But sometimes my gadgets, baubles, and carefully laid plans fail me. Darn it all to fucking heck, as Arabella would say. But Arabella wasn’t here, and the only backup I had right now was this smart-mouthed human skyscraper wielding an oversized phallic symbol and Big Thug Energy. Gods grant me patience.

The livid energy crackling over the creature’s body intensified and multiplied, and I felt the last of the binding enchantment fray and snap apart. The creature rolled its neck and stretched its wings as if it had merely woken from a pleasant nap, then lurched itself at us with a shriek.

The man, evidently still suffering from an acute case of misplaced chivalry, again moved so he was between the creature and me, staff raised as he eyed the creature and the dizzying, psychedelic whirlpool of a portal behind it. With a snarled word, he hurled another kinetic blast at the creature, this time successfully sending it tumbling backwards into the Rift. Then, striding forward a step with his long legs, he lifted his staff again and shouted, “Instaurabos!”

“That’s not going to work!” I tried to warn him, assuming he was trying to close what he likely thought was a portal to the Nevernever. 

A second later, the creature came barreling through the whirling lights which had, of course, failed to collapse in on themselves because they were something entirely different than a portal to the Nevernever. It hit the man like a missile and rode him to the ground. I heard him grunt with the impact, his staff clattering to the pavement and rolling away, and he twisted and bucked beneath the creature as it hissed and seized him by the throat, shoving him back down. 

Seemingly heedless of the sudden death-grip on his throat, the man snarled, his teeth bared and his eyes glittering with feral rage, and somehow twisted his body so his left arm and leg were leveraging to the left side of the beast. Then, in one swift, terrifyingly graceful motion, he shoved the creature so it went tumbling off him and rolled to his feet, dropping down into a crouch. My eyes widened as I felt a surge of cold, wild energy, and as I watched, ice began to rapidly crystallize around his fingertips, forming razor-sharp claws. 

The man’s lips peeled back into a savage grin, and I found myself wondering which of the two of them was really more dangerous.   

The creature started to lunge at the man, and he met it with his own attack, darting forward and raking his ice claws at its throat. The creature whirled out of the way, threw itself into the air, and dove at the man, its own claws flexed. The man caught it in some kind of judo throw, slamming the monster to the ground with enough force to crack the pavement.

His lips still curled in a snarl, the man raised his right hand and plunged it towards the creature’s chest, claws first. The monster caught his wrist, surged up, and went for the man’s throat. He canted sideways at the last second, taking its teeth just above his left collarbone instead. With a violent wrench and a spray of blood, he jerked free of the bite. He barely even seemed to notice, and the alley echoed with his furious scream as a jagged, deadly-sharp icicle extended from the palm of his right hand. With a flip of his wrist, still held in the creature’s grasp, he took the makeshift blade in his hand and drove it downward. It tightened its grip on his wrist and resisted, and then there was a flurry of violent movement and furious growling from both fighters, and the monster gave a powerful lurch and threw the man flat on his back.

It followed with blinding speed, leaping on him and driving a bony knee into the man’s chest. It grabbed a fistful of his dark hair, dashing his head once, twice, three times into the ground. Stunned, the man slowed his struggles, though he didn’t entirely stop them. The creature’s hand clamped around his throat again and began to squeeze.

A grating, raspy cough began to emit from the creature as it leaned in close to the man, the sound like broken glass crunching over stone. It took a few seconds for me to realize it was laughing. 

“The Winter Knight and the One Who Forgot,” it cackled, tightening its grip on the man’s throat even as it twisted its head to look at me. Wheezing, the man clawed ineffectually at the creature’s iron grip, and I am ashamed to say I stood frozen. The creature had effectively taken a hostage, and it would only take a small jerk of its hand to snap the man’s neck like a twig. Its black lips peeled back from huge, gleaming canines in what could have equally been a sneer or a snarl. “What a fortuitous chance of a meeting.”  

The man tried to speak, but it came out as a strangled gurgle. The creature leaned down over him, a hair’s breadth from his face, and took a long whiff through its nostrils. Its eyelids fluttered and it made a rolling, guttural sound of pure pleasure. “So much fear tearing through your veins even as you fight to the end. And yet you are ignorant of the true nature of things. Blind little sheep. Lambs to the slaughter. The both of you know so little, and understand even less. Events have been orchestrated that you cannot even begin to fathom. You play your parts well, as ever you have.”

Swallowing back my fear, I lowered my bag to the ground, lifted my hands and stepped forward. “If we’ve got parts to play for you, we’re no good to you dead.”

It grinned at me, giving me another good look at its teeth. “Dead. Alive. Alive and dead. The cat’s ever in the box, little taistealaiche.” It looked down at the man, tilting its head and crooning wordlessly, and I saw that the wizard’s face was taking a purple cast, his lips turning blue. But I also saw what the creature didn’t appear to see: his hand sliding into the right pocket of his leather Inverness coat. 

“But not for either of you,” the creature purred, and the man pulled his hand from his pocket, swung the revolver around, and shot the monster point blank in the face. It fell back and flopped around blindly, wings beating, an unearthly shriek emanating from the gaping, sludge-dripping hole that had been its muzzle.

The man stood up, his breath rattling in his throat, aimed the weapon, and shot the creature in the face again. “Well, I think that cat just climbed out of its box and fucked you right up, oh Melodramatic One,” he rasped. He glanced over at me. “Guess it’s not immune to bullets. Let’s see how it likes a little bit of ice.” 

He retrieved his staff, raised it in front of him, and growled, “Infriga.” An arctic wave of energy swept forward with a crackling, gleaming sheet of ice rushing into being in its wake along the pavement, and both overtook the creature, rising around it and encasing it like a crystalline monolith.

A beat passed, and the scarlet lightning flickered into visibility as it began to spiderweb beneath the surface of the creature’s temporary prison. The ice groaned and crackled, and a pattern of branching fissures began to appear in its surface.

The man looked at me. His breath seethed through his teeth, and he still had a wild look in his eyes that made me want to edge away from him. “I’m gonna take a wild stab in the dark and say you probably know how to send this thing back and close the portal.”

“Yes.” I was already digging the needed implements out of my bag. There was more to it than what he had said, but one thing at a time.

“Well, let’s get a move on already. What do we need to do?”

I pushed aside another spike of irritation at his words. He had, after all, successfully and competently helped to contain the creature. As much as I hated accepting assistance from strangers, I had to admit that this one would have been too much for me to handle alone. 

That didn’t mean I had to trust him, of course.

I removed a sketch pad, a stick of sharpened charcoal, and a kneaded eraser from my bag and settled cross-legged on the ground, as close to the creature as I dared. “Keep it contained for me. Can you build a circle around us? The creature and me, I mean.”

He peered at the sketch pad, an eyebrow rising on his angular, scarred face. It wasn’t a particularly unattractive face, I thought, even if he made me want to throw something at him every time he opened his mouth. “Your master plan is to Bob Ross it to death?” 

I sighed and mumbled something distinctly unladylike under my breath. As the man used a stub of chalk to create the circle around the creature and I, I took a deep, cleansing breath, then opened my all my senses to gaze into the abyss again.

[baby-babeyy]

I am very grateful for everything you have done. You are creating great Jonmund content again and again) I'm in love. And here I am... being unconscionable. Could you please write some kind of Modern-AU, where Tormund and Jon are dating for some time, and Tormund still keeps in secret that he has two little children (because he is just afraid to say about it) And one day girls are lost in the city. Tormund is in panic, but the one who find them is Jon (surprisingly) and that's how he discover)

Sorry this has taken so long, I hope it’s okay for you 💓

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Jon was brooding. Sure, that wasn’t much different from his usual state, but this time he had a specific reason.

His boyfriend had cancelled their date last minute, leaving Jon with no plans on his day off work. Can he really be blamed for being annoyed? No one in the world (except maybe his siblings or his dog) had ever made him as happy as Tormund did, had ever made him smile, and laugh, and feel as alive as the wild redhead. Obviously Jon was going to feel put out he was missing out on seeing his boyfriend.

The icing on the cake for Jon was the vague excuse Tormund gives him of a ‘family commitment’ that’s suddenly come up. He wouldn’t have minded -gods know he’d be there at the drop of a hat if any of his family needed him- but in the 6 months they’d been dating, Jon had learnt all about Tormund’s family, and he knew for a fact that they all lived in Norway, where the man was from.

He sat around moping for a few hours, thinking himself in circles about why Tormund would lie, what he would’ve dropped Jon for so suddenly, until a voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Sansa told him to stop overthinking and go do something.

So off he went, grabbing Ghost’s lead and heading off to the park with his giant, wolf-like dog by his side. The fresh air and sunshine brightened his mood somewhat, the breeze ruffling his curls and all the kids running around playing cheerfully bringing a small smile to his lips.

He fought off thoughts of Tormund, imagining the older man by his side, a wide grin on his face, throwing a ball for Ghost, or swinging Jon around in his muscular arms.

It became a lot easier to focus on something else when a small girl ran up to him, bumping into his legs and almost knocking him off balance, piercing blue eyes wide with excitement and bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet.

“Can I pet your dog please Sir?” She asked with a toothy grin.

Jon smiled down at her, kneeling so he was closer to her height.

“Of course, just be careful you don’t hurt him. You must be very strong, you nearly knocked me over!”

The girls grin widened at that and she laughed. Jon thought there was something familiar about it he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The little girl reached a hand out and gently stroked over Ghosts back, moving up to carefully pat the top of his huge head.

“What’s his name?” The girl asked.

“Ghost,” Jon replied, “and my name’s Jon. What’s yours?”

The girl turned away from Ghost and held out her hand to Jon seriously.

“I

Just as Jon went to ask the girl where her parents were, he heard a shout from behind him.

“MUNDA!” Came the cry, followed by another girl, slightly taller than the other with the same wild red hair and bright blue eyes, running over and almost tackling the smaller girl.

“You found a dog!” She shouted excitedly, surprisingly loud for someone who couldn’t have been older than 10.

Munda pushed the girl off of her and turned to Jon.

“This is my big sister Drys, she’s 8.” She said, beaming up at Jon. “Drys this is my new friend Jon and his dog Ghost.”

Jon smiled down at the girl, who was admittedly tall for only being 8, though maybe he was just used to Arya who even now at 16 was barely over 5 foot.

“It’s lovely to meet you,” he said to her before asking, “So girls, where are your parents? They must be worried sick.”

Munda’s eyes widened comically and she gasped.

“Drys! We lost Papa!” She began to frantically look around, her eyes filling with tears. Jon felt his heart crack a little at the sight.

“Hey, it’s alright.” He said, bending back down to hold her shoulders and look her in the eyes. “Ghost and I can help you find him.”

She threw her little arms around his neck and mumbled a damp thank you into his shoulder. He tried to pull away but she had an iron grip on his neck, so he lifted her into his arms, adjusting his grip on Ghost’s lead before turning to Drys.

“So what does your Papa look like?” He asked.

“Well,” Drys started, “He’s very tall,he’s got red hair like we do, and he’s got big muscles.”

The description reminded Jon of a certain someone and his heart twinged as he remembered why he was even in the park today.

They meandered through the park for a while, Munda eventually lifting her head and helping them look for the girls father. After a while Jon was starting to lose hope, and started steering them towards the playground hoping that they might have some luck.

But then, an oddly familiar booming voice came from behind them, shouting the girls names. Jon turned and almost fell over at what he saw.

Tormund, his boyfriend of six months, picking up the two girls and holding them close, his eyes glassy with tears of relief. Once he let the girls down and finally looked up, his face mirrored Jon’s.

“Tormund? These are your kids?”

Tormund’s face went pale, his mouth opening and closing but no words came out.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jon asked.

The redhead just stood there shell shocked, unable to speak until Munda pulled on his hand and broke the silence herself.

“How do you know Jon Papa?”

At that Tormund was shocked out of his statue-like state and he edged forward towards Jon as if he was afraid he might bolt like a skittish horse.

“Please, please don’t be angry with me Jon. I just didn’t want to frighten you away. You’re young, you don’t want to be saddled down with a single father. It was selfish of me not to tell you little crow, I just wanted us to last as long as possible.”

Jon melted at how panicked Tormund looked, his cheeks flushing, and his breath catching with how fast he spoke. He smiled and walked up to his boyfriend, pecking him softly on the lips.

“You stupid man,” he whispered, “I may have only known them for 10 minutes, but your girls are amazing, if anything getting to know them would be a bonus of being with you, if you’ll let me.”

Tormund gazed at him with the softest look Jon had ever seen grace his gruff features, bending to press his forehead to Jon’s.

“Well then I better introduce you properly,” Tormund said softly, “Girls, this is my boyfriend, Jon.”

The girls cheered.

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I’ve been so busy lately and lost all motivation to write so I’m really sorry to everyone that sent prompts and has waited so long! 💓💓💓

[timeisacephalopod]

Ive seen endgame! Spoilers under the cut and I’m not tagging this as spoilers because I’m literally telling you now its spoilers.

1- what the fuck was the point of Tony’s kid? We had more than 10 years with this character, he doesn’t need a kid for emotional impact when he died and now I’m kind of pissed they threw this fucking random kid in there only to orphan the poor thing and make Pepper a single mother. What fucking bullshit. Never should have been a storyline.

2- Pepper in the suit yaaaaaas.

3- Wanda. Fucking loved her moments. And Thanos’ “I don’t even know who you are” was fucking iconic lmao. I mean her “you will” was okay but holy fucking damn that was the funniest shit from Thanos.

4- they killed viz permanently lmao yeah I didn’t give 2 tits and a snare drum about him anyway so I don’t care.

5- Steve. What the fucking fuck did they do to him? Don’t get me wrong, I like Peggy, and I liked him and Peggy in FA. They were cute. But it was a 4 month fling in the middle of of a war. Not that it can’t be important, but after 15+ years you are telling me a 4 month fling from Steve’s youth is more important to him than everything else? And what of Bucky? He leaves him to HYDRA and after all the shit he went through in WS and CW you’re seriously telling me he’d just LEAVE him there like that? I don’t mean to be a dick to Peggy because I do like her, but narratively speaking Bucky has always played more importance to her except when they want to make Steve feel nostalgic. I’m sorry, I’m fucking over that plot line.

More than that though she moved on in her show, she had a life after Steve and he went back and took that from her. And I don’t see why aside from no one let him grow as a character while also having him grow as a character. He went through a huge character shift in WS and then we saw nothing of it. Aside from his motivations in CW, which make sense given the context of WS however much I disagree, we see none of that development and I’m fucking tired of watching him lament over a relationship that lasted for a shorter time than a high school semester. To any normal person, and even to Steve given his non normal stance, he would have moved the fuck on. Also he made out with her niece that one time!! How is he living with this!

Also Sam says they never had a Captain America but Steve was still big when he danced with Peggy, which means he got the serum, which means he still can’t age right, which begs the question of how the tits long did he live? And again, what does this mean for everything else considering getting the serum implies he was, at some point, Cap even if he was never the Cap they knew. What the fuck! I’m actually the most mad about this because Steve, post WS, probably would have been one of my favorite characters given his extreme narrative shift and just how interesting that could have been if anyone ever fucking let him move on with his fucking self but no. Instead we end with him in the same spot he started in! I watched ten years of this shit for him to do NOTHING? All that development (that the narratives never really let him go through in totality because he narratively never shifted out of his War and Peggy Phase even while his character, on an individual level, moved out of that several times) and I watch him end in the same place he started?

Honestly I’m pretty pissed about that. Especially with all the did with Bucky. I seriously can’t believe Steve fucking left him there, ignored every piece of information he had, ruined Peggy’s original happy ending, and then didn’t even grow as a character. I like that he got a happy ending, I think he’s earned that, but I simply cannot believe a 4 month fucking fling meant so much he’d ignore his best friend, HYDRA, Peggy’s original marriage, the fact that he made out with her niece that one time, and everything else to end up exactly where he started. Which is why I don’t really care for him to begin with- because the narrative always leaves him right at the beginning and I don’t know how to invest in a character that grows but never grows. If he narratively was allowed to grow he would have been so. Much. Better. It is so fucking frustrating to me that he never moved the fuck on. You have no idea.

6- “I can do this all day” “Yeah I know”

7- “You look like melted ice cream”

8- Hated almost everything they did with Thor. Fat jokes? Yikes. Though I did love that ice cream line. Loved the bit with Frigga. And like. Thor being devastated and traumatized is ok. I think that’s realistic enough even if I wonder how someone that’s been alive for well over 1000 years doesn’t know how to handle himself with slightly more grace. I would have liked to see him crack differently.

9- Cap picking up Thor’s hammer and Thor being happy about it? 10 000 times better than the garbage Whedon wrote. Loved that.

10- Nebula. N E B U L A. NEEEEEBBBUUUUULLLLAAAA. Start to finish fucking loved her. She was amazing. 2 questions though- how did she not kill herself when she killed herself? Which in itself is a fucky question to ask. And also the second contention point I have with the movie beyond time travel bullshit is why NO ONE asked where she was post Nat (that in a minute). I know they were sad about Nat obviously but Rhodey is a full bird colonel, he keeps track of thousands of people for his job, plus all of his involvement in Tony’s antics, plus the Avengers and you’re telling me he didn’t notice her gone even with Nat? And Tony, you’re telling me he didn’t notice her gone? He was the one who bonded with her the most and he didn’t notice that he’s now technically lost two people he was close to? And Rocket? He didn’t notice? Are you fucking kidding me? I thought that was bullshit.

Even if, by chance, Rhodey somehow didn’t notice his partner in crime was missing (”I wasn't always like this” “Neither was I”- new BroTP yo!) when I think his military experience alone would have made him the second most likely to notice after Rocket (because he knows her the best) then Rocket should have. And if for some reason Rocket didn’t notice despite her being all that’s left of his found family, making him extra invested in her whereabouts, over Nat, whom I think he’d care about but not like Nebula, then Tony, who spent all that time with her in space, would have noticed.

Fucking someone would have noticed her gone. And the whole second half relies on no one noticing this moment and I call absolute bullshit on that. Someone. Would. Have. Noticed. Rhodey if for no other reason than experience of keeping track of people in war zones, Rocket if for no other reason than her being his last remaining connection to his family, and Tony if for no other reason than Nebula being a large part of the reason he’s alive. I was completely thrown from the story here. I simply can’t see how they could over look that even considering Natasha.

11- Natasha. Are you fucking kidding me? You killed her over Clint? I fucking hate MCU Clint. He’s boring, he’s nothing like the comics, he’s a fucking prick, and I don’t give a fuck about his family or anything to do with him. I liked him best when he was going to kill himself for Natasha. That is the only moment, as Marie Kondo would say, sparked joy for me. Otherwise throw the whole thing out. Fucking Natasha over Clint. Fuck you. That was an insult to the viewers. I don’t give a fuck about Clint, I don’t give a fuck about his kids aside from thinking they didn’t deserve the snap, and I don’t give a fuck about his story.

My mom said he was a plain Timbit (donut hole for the US readers) in a donut world and I honestly think that’s insulting to the plain Timbit, which is something we give to dogs as treats in Canada. Clint isn’t even a dog treat to me and they killed Black Widow over him. Fucking pissed.

12- “That suit does nothing for your ass” “No one was asking you to look, Tony!” “That’s America’s ass!” .... “That is America’s ass”

13- I actually really liked what they did with Bruce. I was excited to see all the benefits of the Hulk and Banner in one! That was pretty cool!

14- Strange’s reappearance was pretty badass. And Wong! I was excited to see him there! Was a bit surprised by Tilda Swinton’s appearance but okay. I didn’t hate it. Loved when she punched Bruce out of the Hulk lmfao that was so funny. I do like that she apparently does that to everyone lmao. I should write a fic where she punches Wong’s soul out of his body when the meet just because I think it’d be funny. And I’d love to see more Wong.

15- Steve vs Steve was really cool, I liked that. And fucking Hail HYDRA holy fucking shit I almost lost my ass. Couldn’t fucking believe he said that (and knowing that he just leaves that all for Peggy, his 4 month fling? Find this wildly out of character for him). Then he fucks right off with the tesseract omg.

16- Scott had some iconic one-liners. “That’s America’s ass!” “Okay I'm going to go inside you” omg. Ant Man was a joy to watch in this. I find Endgame used his character right.

17- I know I said it but Pepper Potts in the fucking suit y’all! I don’t know who was watching Morgan but also Pepper Potts in the fucking suit!!

18- That time travel shit made things entirely way too fucky. I knew that’s what they were going to do because that’s all that made sense, but I thought it was fucking stupid. And can Thanos even snap the stones out of existence? Because Tilda Swinton’s speech implied if he did something like that timelines would essentially do the funky chicken and die. She removed the time stone and shit was supposed to get weird, remove all 5 and what happens? Wtf? He fucking hid those stones. Did like Thor’s bit there though, killing Thanos. I think Nebula earned it more than him but I also think it was a good moment for Thor before his character became a fucking joke. 

19- narratively I understand why they started with Clint’s family dusting but I don’t give a fuck about Clint or his dusted family. I would have preferred watching a civilian lose his shit.

20- Steve you need therapy, stop leading therapy sessions. Especially when your advice is ‘move on’ and you literally go fucking nowhere in your life even after you went all over hell’s creations. Get this man a proper therapist he needs like 15!

21- lmfao Russos talking about gay representation and it was a guy talking about a date. I shit you the fuck not that was it. Gay. It was barely even there. Only straight men would ever assume that could possibly count as representation holy fuck. Like thanks for the blink you miss it shout out I guess. You remembered gays exist, wow!

22- Strange’s one finger thing, I liked that a lot actually. I think it functioned both as a great call to action and a nice reference to Stephen’s power.

23- Quick question, why was Tilda Swinton in New York? Because they went back too far for Strange- at first I when they mentioned 3 stones in NY I was like wait, when’s Strange’s story supposed to happen? After WS right? He can’t be in NY with the stone? But then Tilda showed up and I was like... why isn’t she in Nepal at the teaching sanctum? Because apparently the NY one isn’t a teaching sanctum and as far as I knew she was training Mordo and Wong there at this time so wtf? And it can’t be explained with ‘she knew she needed to be there’ because she punched Bruce out of hulk and he had to grovel to her to get the fucking thing from her and only managed because she knew Stephen gave up the stone willingly and would never do so without good reason because he’s the best fo the best. So like. Why was she there aside from plot convenience? That was a little too easy. Frankly, the whole plot was a touch too easy but still.

24- tired of aliens we’re supposed to relate to looking like humans but in pink while aliens we’re supposed to dislike are animalistic and non human looking. That’s a garbage trope.

25- The black woman in the elevator who made Tony and Steve is 100% Fury’s mother no one can convince me otherwise. I think the timeline matches up but I don’t care if it doesn’t she’s his mom now. He gets it all from his mama.

Bonus: stop trying to make Howard happen, Marvel, its not going to. I fucking hated that scene with Tony and Howard. What kind of bullshit abuse apology was that? Howard then, sure, he didn’t suck quite yet and seems to be aware of his own shortcomings. Howard in the future? Sorry, irredeemable crap. Narratively interesting irredeemable crap but irredeemable nonetheless. Tony panicking and saying his last name was Potts was great though lol. I’ll take it as evidence he took Pepper’s last name when they got married.

Bonus Bonus: I cried when Sam held the shield. I’ve been gunning for Sam to take over as Cap since we met him and everyone told me it’d be Bucky. I argued that we’ve already seen the story of a super soldier as Cap, it would be more interesting to watch Sam as a relatively normal guy take over as Cap. And I like Bucky traumatized and Winter Solider-y. I think he’s more interesting that way. Seriously though, Sam as Cap will be amazing and I didn’t expect to cry at that of all things but I did. I’m so excited to see him in that role!

Bonus Bonus Bonus for any sorry fucking soul who’s made it this far in I think I might update the Tony, T’Challa, and Their Gaggle of Children verse to include Morgan (but older) finding Tony only she’s his actual assed kid and no one believes it even though they have a striking resemblance. Which annoys them both because he got the media to buy all his other fake kids with easy to track down parents but not his actual kid. Ending with Nebula showing up and him claiming she’s his kid and everyone buying it.

[higuchimon]

[fanfic] Justice of the New King

Collection Title: Under Comet’s Tale||Title: Judgment of the New King Characters: Juudai, Dark World Monsters||Ship: N/A Collection: 1-6||Story: 1-1||Words: 3,042 Genre: Drama, Angst||Rated: G Challenges: Diversity Writing, GX canon, I24, 1-shot collection centering around 1 person: Juudai Notes: This begins moments after Juudai defeats Brron. This is also a set of six one-shots that will feature Juudai during his rule over Dark World. Each one is self-contained and will be posted by itself. Summary: Kings must deliver justice. Even when they’re new at the job and don’t even know they’re kings yet.

He could hear their voices, whispered words cast among one another. Their gaze rested on him, skittering uneasily away whenever he twitched, as if he might kill them as he’d killed Brron.

It wasn’t that bad of an idea, Juudai thought vaguely. They kept staring at him. They’d cheered him on when he’d fought – would they still do it so happily when he turned on them?

If. If he turned on them. Not when. He wasn’t – he couldn’t – he wouldn’t.

Juudai started to raise his head. His fingers twitched, and someone took that as a reason to dart out of the arena, tiny noises squeaking in his throat. Juudai blinked for a heartbeat, not at all sure of what he could or should or might do about any of this.

He’d never been this unsure in his entire life. Always before he’d simply wanted to enjoy a good duel, win or lose. Losing annoyed him – it would annoy anyone, right? But it didn’t upset him. Even when he’d lost against Edo that first time, he hadn’t been upset. It had been – something else – that upset him then.

He swallowed and tottered to his feet. He wasn’t sure if he had a coherent thought in his head. Any time he thought something, the words and images just dipped and swirled and wandered off to do something else altogether.

Juudai had no idea of what to do. No, that wasn’t true. The longer he sat there, the more certain he felt that he knew what he needed to do. But he couldn’t bring himself to get up, to do anything at all.

Slowly, he raised his head higher. There were still a few of the spirits that crowded the area there, but most of them had vanished, off to who knew where. He didn’t care. They didn’t mean anything to him.

But as he lifted his head, he saw something else: Brron’s Duel Disk. One card had fallen out of it. He recognized it after a moment: Super Fusion. It still looked mostly blank, but the harder he stared at it, the more he knew what it could do.

But then his gaze shifted past that to Brron’s Disk and the rest of the deck. Slowly, ever so slowly, he reached over and picked the deck up, his fingers shaking so much that he dropped the cards, each one spilling before him.

He’d seen Dark World decks before; he’d even fought against one in his first year. The duelist, a Ra Yellow, tried very hard and played the deck very well. But he’d beaten it then.

Just like he’d beaten it this time, by a duelist who had been a lot better than that half-forgotten Yellow.

But that deck hadn’t had a card like Super Fusion. No card like Super Fusion existed anywhere.

Juudai stared at the cards scattered before him and automatically started to gather them up. As he did so, he could feel something twitching, and somewhere in all of that, the sensation that someone was there rose up strong and unmistakable.

“A human?” He didn’t recognize the voice. But he looked up now and in front of him there stood a tall, somewhat bony creature, wrapped in a deep green cloak, holding a book close to him.

Juudai blinked once or twice more before he glanced back down at the cards in his hand and then up again. He knew this one now. Gren, Tactician of Dark World.

“It shouldn’t be possible. Humans aren’t that good at dueling.” This one was Beiige, Dark World’s Vanguard. Complete dismissal colored his words. “What did he do to Brron-sama?”

The Hunter of Dark World, Broww, moved closer. “Well, human? What did you do?” He raised his bow. “Don’t think you can escape us.”

“I don’t know.” Another Dark World monster laughed derisively. “Some of those humans can run awfully fast.”

A whisper of chill followed the next to speak. “Watch your words, Goldd. There is more to this one than meets the eye. Gren, did you not say earlier that a strange human from another world defeated both Scarr and Zure?”

Gren’s eyes didn’t lift from Juudai. Juudai didn’t even feel like replying. Still broken and disconnected words tossed themselves inside of him, nothing making its way to his lips at all.

“Yes, I did. That’s why Brron-sama wanted to duel him.” Gren shifted away from Juudai. “I saw a great deal of that duel. it’s – not impossible that this human could have defeated him.”

“You didn’t see all of it?” The frost-voiced one asked. Juudai’s eyes flicked around until they landed on a woman’s form, tall and garbed in white, leveling a thoughtful gaze on him. Juudai tilted his head. For the first time in what he thought might be forever he spoke.

“Who are you?”

The lady of ice tilted her head into a nod of greeting. She was as bony and cold as any of the others, carrying a long staff in one hand.

“I am Snoww, Magician of Dark World. And who are you, human who has slain Brron-sama?”

Juudai swallowed. His heart lurched in his chest. Sweat tingled on his brow.

“Yuuki Juudai.”

It wasn’t his voice. Neos stood beside him, arms folded over his chest, fierce eyes staring at the monsters, as if he could take them all on without so much as cracking a sweat.

Juudai wasn’t sure if Neos did sweat. He’d created him but he’d never thought about it, really.

But now he nodded; as long as he had his deck by his side, then he could do anything. He could even take on all of these monsters. Neos would help. All of the Elemental Heroes and Neo-Spacians would. He could feel them there, ready to stand by his side.

Snoww’s gaze hadn’t shifted from him by so much as a hair’s breadth. “Human called Juudai, you killed Brron. The law of this world is the law of the strong over the weak – you proved that you are stronger than Brron was.”

Juudai wasn’t at all sure of what to say about that. He grasped for the first words that came to his lips.

“I don’t care.” Being strong wasn’t going to bring back his friends. It wouldn’t take away the words that still burned inside of his heart, seared in marks of flame and etched with Shou’s voice.

Snoww’s lips curved for a breath, something somewhat like a smile. He wasn’t sure if it really was one or not. Did the monsters of Dark World know how to really smile?

Before he could ask that, the monster that had spoken before – Goldd – did again.

“Are you as good at running as your little friend? The squishy one? He ran so well he went right off a cliff!”

He and another one, Sillva, cackled in eerie echo of one another. Sillva tossed a glance towards where the others had been – Manjoume and Asuka, Fubuki and Kenzan – with all that was left of them being the chains they’d been in.

“Looks like he’s not the only one who died, though. Brron-sama finished them off.”

Ice far deeper than whatever Snoww possessed wrapped itself all around Juudai’s heart and soul. When he spoke, there wasn’t anything in his voice that echoed of forgiveness or kindness.

“What do you know about my friends?”

Goldd and Sillva glanced at him; Goldd answered. “Brron-sama wanted us to bring them to him. They weren’t that hard to catch. A little mouthy, but we shut them up.” He raised his weapon menacingly, lips parted in an expression that Juudai thought was meant to be a smile. “Took us longer to run the squishy one down, though.”

“And he jumped off a cliff before he let us catch him. What a wimp!” Sillva mocked, wings rustling in the pale wind. “Couldn’t handle being killed with everyone else, I guess.”

Brron killed his friends – set it up so that Juudai attacked even when he didn’t want to. But he wouldn’t have had them there to kill in the first place if these two hadn’t brought them.

Hurt them.

Run Shou off a cliff.

Rage spiked in his heart. This was their fault. Still a lot of his – his mistakes with Yubel remained at the root of all of this – but they’d done enough and he wasn’t going to let them get away with it.

He didn’t need to duel them. He didn’t want to duel them. They didn’t deserve that honor – they didn’t deserve an honorable death in combat.

“Juudai…” Neos rested a hand on Juudai’s shoulder and Juudai threw it off without a single word, stepping forward.

Anyone looking at him – Snoww and Gren, Goldd and Sillva, Beiige and Broww, all of the others there – saw Juudai’s eyes melt from confused brown to furious molten gold. All around him there flared an aura of shadows, deeper and darker than any ever seen even in this world of night.

“You hurt my friends.” The words fell like tiny drops of hatred. “You’re not going to live.”

Goldd laughed, raising his sword higher. “Pretty eyes, but what can you-”

Juudai gave him no time to finish the question. He moved forward, hands grasping onto Goldd’s arms. Juudai caught a brief glimpse of confusion in Goldd’s eye before power surged through him. Life and death were his to command – he could feel all of that power surging at his fingertips in this moment. There wasn’t anything that anyone could do to stop him.

Not the Dark World monsters.

Not the Elemental Heroes.

Not the Neo-Spacians.

Not Hane Kuriboh.

In the space of a heartbeat, Goldd changed from a living, breathing creature to nothing more than dust in Juudai’s hands. The echoes of his final scream hung in the air and for a few seconds, Juudai savored them. They faded far too quickly, though, and he turned to where Sillva stood. The moment those eyes touched on him, the Army God of Dark World stumbled back.

He’d seen the unrelenting, unforgiving gaze of something far beyond a god.

“Run.”

Juudai said just that one word. Sillva didn’t hesitate, whirled and scampered out of the gates of the fortress, covering huge amounts of territory in a matter of moments. Juudai let him run – for now. There wasn’t any forgiveness in him now.

He’d done that before. He’d forgiven Kagemaru. He understood that Saiou hadn’t been in control of his own actions. Yubel – Yubel hated him personally. That was his own fault.

But this was different. This was someone who hurt the people that he cared about and Juudai would never forgive that.

He just wanted to play with his food. Just a little. To give Sillva the chance that Kenzan and Asuka, Fubuki and Manjoume, and Shou hadn’t been given.

If they hadn’t chased Shou would he have thought differently when he got there? Or would he have hated Juudai regardless? Would he have listened?

Juudai didn’t know. Juudai found, with a bit of amazement, that he also didn’t care. What happened was what happened. Time to finish things.

He ignored Neos’s attempting to speak to him. He started out of the arena, his steps taking him to a stretch of shadows. When he came out of the other side, he wasn’t anywhere near the fortress’s arena. He wasn’t sure of where he was, but not there. He could feel that Sillva wasn’t there. Too far away.

He’d have to learn to control this. He wasn’t sure of what this was but he liked it. It felt natural; felt right as almost nothing had since this last year of school began.

Again he entered the darkness, casting about as he did. When he stepped out again, he knew he was even farther from the fortress where he’d fought Brron. But he was closer to Sillva.

Once more he moved. And then again. He thought as he grew closer, Sillva knew he was coming. He did hope so. He wanted Sillva to fear him. He wanted Sillva to know that death stalked him.

“Juudai.” Again Neos tried to tug him from this path and again Juudai ignored him. This was his decision. This was his choice.

Now.

Sillva stopped; probably to catch his breath, probably for a drink of water. Juudai didn’t know. Didn’t care. But Sillva slumped for a few moments, barely looking as if he could take another step.

He didn’t need to. Juudai eliminated his need to move in moments. He didn’t give a chance for talking – Sillva had nothing that Juudai wanted to hear.

“Juudai, what are you doing?” Aqua Dolphin spoke up, hovering there briefly. “This isn’t -”

“Go away.” Juudai said quietly. “I don’t want to talk to you. To any of you.”

He didn’t think that he wanted to talk to anyone ever again. He could feel that it was getting close to what passed for night in this world. He started to walk, entering the shadows again. When he stepped out of them this time, he stood back in the arena. The other Dark World monsters hadn’t left; stood close to one another, talking in quiet tones.

When he entered, Snoww turned towards him right away. “Has your judgment been delivered?”

Juudai nodded. No words wanted to be said, so he didn’t say them. He stared again at the cards of Brron, now neatly stacked. Had he put them there like that? He didn’t remember – cared even less.

But that card remained with him. He’d picked it up before they arrived – never set it back down. Now he tugged it out and stared at it again before he looked at them all. Something hung in the air – something was about to change.

“How do I create this?”

He wanted Super Fusion. His reasons were simple – if he had it, then they hadn’t died in vain. If he had it, they would remain with him – Manjoume and Kenzan, Asuka and Fubuki.

Shou? No. Shou remained out there somewhere, with Jim and O’Brien. Shou didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. He wasn’t sure if the other two did either. He didn’t think that the others did – not that they had a choice now.

He would make up for what he did. He would make up for the mistakes that he’d made, with them and with Yubel.

Gren moved forward in the brief space that those thoughts took to filter through him.

“Death. Everyone that dies near enough to that’s card presence will become a part of the card. The stronger the duelist, the more they will contribute to Super Fusion’s birth.” Gren hesitated, cast a glance at Snoww, then back to Juudai. “The four deaths that it already soaked up did a great deal for it. The fifth person – the carrier of Doubt – could finish the card with his death.”

The carrier of Doubt. Shou. It had to be Shou. Juudai didn’t know what that actually meant but he recognized Shou regardless.

“No. If anyone sees him – leave him alone. If – if there’s a way back to where we came from, put him there. Let him go. Same for the other two with him. Just let them go.”

Gren bowed low. “As you wish.”

He’d given orders. An order, and someone else accepted it. He’d never done that before. He liked to bull ahead with what he wanted to do – he’d done that for so long. People listened when he wanted things – mostly.

But it hadn’t been like this. They feared him – feared what he could do to them. What he would do to them.

Just the thought of them not listening – of hurting someone when he’d told them not to – made him think about killing them already. They would have to know that disobeying him wasn’t allowed. He’d make that very clear from now on.

“Yuuki-sama,” Gren started to speak and fell silent when Juudai cut his golden gaze toward him.

Dreadful silence stretched out between them. Juudai broke it at last. He hadn’t really thought in that time, but the words came regardless.

“Don’t call me that. Call me ” It came in a single interior bolt, a word that he’d heard once before, falling from the dying lips of Birdman. “Haou.”

He hadn’t understood what Birdman wanted then. He didn’t know if he did now. But that would, perhaps, be a good place to begin.

“Haou-sama,” Gren repeated before he dropped to his knees in front of Juudai. The other Dark World monsters followed one by one, each one murmuring his new title as they did, until only Snoww stood on her feet before him. That icy stare did not change, nor did her expression.

Then she knelt, her head bent respectfully. “Haou-sama,” she acknowledged. “What are your orders?”

Orders. Right. He needed those. He needed to kill people. For Super Fusion.

All right. Better all of this entire world than Shou or Jim or O’Brien.

Or Johan. If Johan wasn’t already dead.

Which he probably was. Brron said so. And if Johan wasn’t dead, then so much – so much…

That thought got shoved out of his head very fast. Juudai took a look around the arena and made up his mind.

“Get everyone in this place out of it. I don’t want anyone to stay here. Is there another castle? Somewhere else we can move to.”

Gren and Snoww exchanged a quick look and Snoww nodded. “Yes, Haou-sama. It hasn’t been lived in for some time but I think it will suit your needs. It will take perhaps two cycles of the comet to reach it – at least for most people. Perhaps you can reach it more quickly.”

That wasn’t a really bad idea. Juudai nodded. Then he looked at the other monsters. “You’re all going to do what I tell you.”

No one so much as twitched a finger in denial. Juudai knew this was just the beginning. He wasn’t a student anymore. Shou was right. Right and wrong.

He hadn’t killed Brron to make himself a king. He hadn’t done any of this to make himself a king.

But now that he had the job, he was going to be very, very good at it.

The End Notes: I’m going to post a one-shot every Saturday until this little collection is finished. They should be about this length, though that may differ.

[shiroslefttesticle]

All of these kids deserve so much appreciation, I was happy to do this one

Shiro:

It was like you were living in Satan’s ball sack

You were considering peeling off your skin

Shiro was laying next to you, equally as miserable

Yall weren’t actually cuddling though

It was beyond too hot for that

You just cuddled in spirit

Apparently, the a/c was broken

Part of you felt sympathy for poor Hunk and Pidge who were working hard to get it working again

The other part of you was growing irritable that it was taking so long

You grumbled another complaint and Shiro finally sat up

“I’m going to get some water, do you want some?”

You nodded numbly, wondering if you’d die from a heat stroke while he was gone

“A couple cubes of ice please,” you mumbled

He nodded and walked out of the room

After a couple minutes, he returned

You sat up and greedily accepted your glass of water

As you drank, you could hear Shiro giggle

Pausing, you peeked over your glass, staring at Shiro as he laughed into his hand

“Shiro?” you started, growing suspicious, “Did you do something?”

Shiro bit his lip but you could still hear him giggling

Finally, he was able to speak

“You asked for a couple ice cubes,” he interrupted himself with another giggle, “but I only gave you one.”

You glance down at your glass, seeing the one floating ice cube and a small grin forms on your face

Shiro is laughing so hard at this point

And you join in

What kind of fucking dork is your boyfriend?

And did he really just pull a prank from SpongeBob on you?

Soon you’re laughing so hard at just what a complete nerd Shiro is that you don’t even notice the a/c finally come back on

When you finally stop laughing, you have to wipe tears from your eyes and could hardly breathe

Shiro is grinning from ear to ear and you feel yourself melt a little

“I’m so lucky to have you”

Really, who else could make you laugh this hard when just a few minutes ago you felt like death?

Shiro smiles softly, his cheek a light pink and he returns your comment

He kisses you sweetly and you two spend the rest of the day finally cooling down while telling various stories and joke

#LetShiroBeADork2018

Inspired by this

Keith:

When Keith stepped out of his pod, you nearly tackled him to the floor

He had been gone for a month on a blade mission and you had missed him

He kind of chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you and stood you two back up

You two heard the doors open behind you as the rest of the team walked in to greet Keith

Reluctantly, you separated from each other

Keith was always a little reserved with pda, mostly because Lance and Pidge, and occasionally Hunk, would give him a hard time about it

Still, he kept his hand intertwined with yours, rubbing his thumb across it and lightly squeezing from time to time

Finally, you two were able to break away from everyone

You walked to your room, glad to have your boyfriend back

You two sit in your bed for a while

You catch Keith up on all that he’s missed while he was gone

And he fills you in on the details of his mission and all that happened

Soon you two fall quiet, just soaking in each other’s presence

The silence only breaks when you suddenly tell Keith how much you missed him

He kisses your cheek, saying that he missed you too

“I thought of you constantly,” he admits

Then, to prove his statement, he gets out of bed and walks to his bag that he left by the door

He rummages around for a second before finally finding what he was looking for

Hiding his hands behind his back, he smiles at you, a small blush on his cheeks

“You have to close your eyes.”

Your curiosity is almost overwhelming, but you comply, holding both your hands out

Keith places something down in them

It’s small, solid, and has rough, somewhat sharp, edges

Slowly, you open your eyes

In your hand is a rock, a little smaller than a 50 cent coin

At first, you think it’s just a shiny, black rock

Which is pretty and all, but a little underwhelming

But then you turn it over in your hands and it shimmers

It stuns you and you audibly gasp

Holy shit it’s gorgeous

Finally you look at Keith, who is now sitting next to you, still blushing

Without you even having to question him, he shrugs, a little embarrassed by his own sweet gesture

“I don’t know, I just saw it and thought of you and how you would probably like it.”

You feel yourself grin

Sure it was “just a rock” but it felt like more than that

It meant that Keith really did think of you while he was gone

“I’m so lucky to have you,” you smile

Keith grows even more red, quietly mumbling that he feels lucky to have you too

For the rest of the day, he keeps replaying your words, blushing every time and sometimes stuttering

Lance:

You hadn’t been feeling too great recently

All the stress from recent events was getting to you

Lance was quick to pick up on this

Before you could even say anything, he practically demanded that you partake in one of his self-care days

This was actually something you two did together quite often

But this time Lance was determined to make it all about you

So here you were, sitting in a pile of stolen pillows on Lance’s floor

You were trying desperately not to kick your boyfriend out of reflex as he tried to give you a foot massage

Tried being the keyword because you were squirming so much

It tickles, ok??

As you bit your lip to muffle your laughter, Lance was relaying the hottest gossip the space mice shared with him

You thought the mice only talked with Allura about that, however, they seemed to like Lance

Their gossip was actually quite interesting, and you eventually abandoned your efforts to keep quiet

Bursting out into laughter, you threw Lance a look of disbelief

“Keith sings what in his lion??”

Lance shrugged, laughing with you as he finally let go of your feet

Next you two were doing facemasks

Lance always had a bunch of special ones that he had made himself

And they were all so good

You picked this green looking one for today, and Lance slathered it on your face liberally

As you and Lance sat next to each other, still laughing about random shit, you couldn’t help but really think about how nice this moment was

Apparently, you had fallen silent while daydreaming a bit

“Babe, you ok?” Lance asked, waving a hand in front of your face

“I’m so lucky to have you,” you answered, smiling

Lance was probably blushing under his face mask

He fell quiet for maybe two seconds before a huge grin spread on his face

It created funny looking cracks in his facemask, but you didn’t even get the chance to point it out

Lance practically lunged towards you, peppering your messy green face in small kisses

If a green face mask won’t stop Lance from kissing you, nothing will

When he finally releases you, it’s only so he can watch you laugh at his antics

His eyes are filled with complete adoration

I’m dying just thinking about it

He’s a bit quieter for the rest of the day

But his dorky grin doesn’t go away for about a week

Hunk:

You and Hunk were cooking together

He had some wild new recipe he wanted to try

You were skeptical, poking at what looked like a purple rotting avocado

It was supposed to look like that too

Space stuff is weird

Despite your reservations, Hunk insisted it would be ok

So you just went with it

I mean really, Hunk had yet to prepare a dish you didn’t like

Aside from the scaultrite cookies, of course

“Here, cut this for me” Hunk passed you something that might be a carrot

Trying your best to show off to your boyfriend, you began to cut the carrot(?) as quickly as you could

Too bad you’re not an expert chef

You yelp and clutch your hands to your chest, glaring at the knife as though it had sliced you on purpose, rather than you just being careless

Hunk immediately stops what he’s doing and practically flies over to your side

He looks at your finger

Thankfully it wasn’t a bad cut, but there was a surprising amount of blood

You’re basically ordered to wash the cut before applying pressure with a washcloth while Hunk goes rummaging for a first aid kit

When he finally comes back, you’re seated on one of the counters, internally exaggerating your injury and pain

You know like how when you get a paper cut and it feels like someone sliced off your hand?

Or when you accidentally stub your toe and you wonder what your life will be like with only one foot?

That’s basically what you’re doing

Hunk applies some of that alcohol stuff that stings like fucking hell and you hiss

He then puts a band-aid over it, a power rangers themed one

Pidge is lowkey one of the clumsiest ones on the ship due to all the shit in her room that she trips over so you bought them from that weird Earth store just for her, as a joke

Hunk glances up at you as you’re pouting at your failure

You’re about to hop off the counter but Hunk stops you, raising your hand to his face as he quickly kisses the top of your band-aid

“To make it feel better,” he quickly explains, smiling

You feel your cheeks heat up, he was just so fucking cute oh my god

“I’m so lucky to have you!”

You kind of just blurt it out on accident, taking both of you by surprise

Now Hunk is blushing with you, but he’s got this big dopey grin on his face

He kind of stutters as he returns your comment, but you know he’s sincere

He insists that you stay seated on the counter while he finishes cooking, despite your objections

He keeps getting distracted by you though, even when you’re not doing anything, he just keeps looking at you and blushing.

How to effectively fluster your boyfriend 101

Pidge:

Pidge had asked if you would help her with some upgrades

You were both sitting around her computer, various trinkets and gadgets surrounding you

Hours had passed since you first agreed to help and you were growing exhausted

At this point you were hardly helping, just fidgeting with various tools and sometimes mumbling answers to Pidge’s questions

You don’t know how Pidge can have so much energy

Sure she’s hyper-focused and all but still

Eventually your eyelids droop and you’re out like a light

You somehow manage to get into some awkwardly sprawled out position, all of the tools scattered around you

Pidge briefly thinks of carrying you to bed or at least somewhere more comfortable

However, she knows that’s probably a bad idea

Sure she’s stronger now that she trains for her paladin duties, but she still doesn’t feel confident trying to carry you all the way to your room

Plus, even if she could keep her grip on you, she’d probably accidentally smack your head into a door or wall

That was her thought process anyway

Quietly, knowing she should take a break to stretch and such anyway, she stands up and leaves the room

Half the crew has started scolding her for bad habits like not stretching and forgetting to eat when she’s busy

She finds a spare blanket and grabs her pillow, heading back to where she left you

You’re still out cold

For a second Pidge got paranoid that you died or something

She probably held a mirror up to your face just to make sure you were breathing

Once she confirms you’re alive, she throws the blanket on top of you and somehow manages to readjust you so your head is on the pillow

When you finally wake up, quite a while later, Pidge is just about finished with her upgrades

You notice the blanket you cocooned yourself in and the pillow that kept your neck from cramping.

There were some other things as well, like a thermos full of soup since you had accidentally slept through the last meal

Sitting up, you drop your head over Pidge’s shoulder, getting a lazy hum in acknowledgment

You press a chaste kiss to her cheek, seeing her lips twitch up in a smile despite her growing blush

“I’m so lucky to have you”

Pidge’s head immediately snaps around to look at you and her face is tomato red

She stutters for a few seconds, completely taken off guard by your sincerity

Congrats, you broke her

She’s got a blush on her face for the rest of the day

Allura:

You growl as the training bot manages to knock you down again

You’ve been at this for what feels like an eternity

Allura was on the side of the room, shouting out tips

However, you still can’t seem to clear the level

The next time you get knocked down, you just stay laying on the floor

You were tired and sore and probably bruised

Allura shouted for the simulation to turn off and she knelt next to you

She’s checking you over for any visible harm

Aside from your bruises of course

“I’m dying,” you state blankly

Allura rolls her eyes at your melodramatics and stands up

She expects you to get up with her, but instead, you just make grabby hands towards her

You’re too tired to walk

Rolling her eyes yet again, though this time she only half meant it, she bent over picked you up

Bridal style :)

On her face is a small smile as she carries you to your room

Internally you’re swooning at how strong she is

Listen, loving Allura’s muscles is a kink

And you’ve got it bad

She drops you on your bed and you make an ‘oof’ noise

You try to sit up, but Allura just pushes you back down

Then she begins massaging your legs

You didn’t even know you needed a massage until she started

But now you’re like putty in her hands

While she works on you, she talks about your training

It is endless compliments the entire time

But not like she’s lying about your abilities or forcing herself to compliment you

She truly, genuinely means everything she says

You’re almost overwhelmed by her attention

When she’s done, you feel revitalized

You sit up, and flop yourself onto her, not caring that you’re a little sweaty still

Your voice is muffled from your face pressing into her neck, but she can still clearly hear you

“I’m so lucky to have you”

She has a pulse point on her neck

You can feel her heart rate pick up a little bit after what you said

But other than that she has no visible reaction of being flustered

She just smiles and kisses your forehead and says she’s lucky to have you too

She’s got a small smile on her face for the rest of the day

[jungkookienoona]

The Meme and His Tutor

Part 42: The Time The Tutor Experienced Something New

Co-written with @jiminieblush

Recommended Song: Eclipse by Kim Lip (LOOΠΔ/김립)

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Summary:

Erotic ice pops, eating peaches and snooping around lead to a very interesting day.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual content

Word Count: 5525

Length: 42/?

You closed the front door behind you before setting Miri down on the floor and letting her lead, having just come back from walking her. The pup scampered across the room towards her food bowl, understandably hungry after the exercise. Your own stomach rumbled so you went to the fridge to see what you could find for a light lunch.

Should you make enough for two? Since Jungkook said he would be over at around lunch time with some newfound information he wanted to share. You wondered what it could've been. Figuring he'd be coming from the company building and therefore probably been practicing, you grabbed enough ingredients for the both of you. Maybe a simple stir fry would be nice and warm you up from the  walk in the cooler air.

Speaking of cooler, you glanced at your freezer. You had seen a tutorial on tumblr on how to make... phallic shaped ice pops. So you tried your hand at it using one of your new dildos, the biggest one. The theory was: if it went well, then you could use it to practice blowjobs. The problem, of course, is that the ice pop would melt and shrink. But it would make a nice snack.

You set a pan on the stove and starting prepping some vegetables. After dumping them into the pan to cook, you went back to the freezer and grabbed one of the ice pops. Or should you say...dick pop. It was nice to see the pops had turned out the way you hoped. Though their size intimidated you... Since they didn't have plastic wrappers, you kept all the different flavours in a freezer bag.

Hm, the orange flavoured one looked rather appetising. Taking it out, you couldn't help but giggle. It kind of looked like a glass dildo. You remembered what the shop assistant had explained about glass dildos and how part of the appeal of glass sex toys was temperature play. Glass toys could be placed in freezers so they're cold and ice would not be needed. You couldn't really say you had much of an opinion on them since you hadn't even used a normal dildo yet. But the thought sent a chill down your spine.

Giving the ice pop a quick suck, you deemed the vegetables ready for noodles. Opening the fridge, you grabbed a small container of ready-to-fry egg noodles and your dark soy sauce. You kept all your sauces in the fridge. After adding the noodles and the sauce, you gave the pan a stir and altered the heat so it wouldn't burn.

As the temperature in the kitchen rose, the ice pop began melting more rapidly and you soon felt the stick becoming sticky with juice. It was just as you were about to wipe your fingers when there was a knock at the door followed by a bark.

"The door is unlocked!" You shouted.

You removed the pan from the hob and dished the contents into 2 bowls.

The sound of the door opening made the fact Jungkook was about to witness you sucking on a dick pop come to the forefront of your mind. Shit. You didn't think this through.

"Hey, pretty girl..."

There was an excited bark followed by the thunk of what you assumed was Jungkook's shoes hitting the floor.

You wrapped your lips around the ice pop, teeth gripping it slightly as you carried the bowls over to the table. Padding feet made their way into the kitchen area and Jungkook's familiar chuckle greeted your ears.

"Aren't ice lollies normally a dessert or a hot day treat?"

You removed said treat from your lips, "I got a bit peckish."

Jungkook's jaw dropped as his wide eyes stared at your chosen snack.

"Is that... a dick?"

You locked eyes. "Maybe."

He blinked and stepped closer so you popped the treat back in your mouth.

"Let me see," he said, taking hold of your wrist and pulling to release the lolly.

You fought to keep your wrist in place, tongue working over the icy surface hoping that it would melt into a less incriminating shape. But alas, Jungkook won the battle.

"It is! Noo-Jagi, why do you have dick shaped ice lollies? And huge ones at that?!"

You had to come up with an excuse fast. Sending a quick mental apology to Chubs you decided she would be your scapegoat.

"Chubs got them for me..."

Silence. He licked his lips and scratched his cheek before finally speaking.

"C-Chubs got them for you...?"

You nodded. She hadn't, not really anyway. She'd sent you a link to the moulding supplies and mentioned making them so you'd found the tutorial on Tumblr. But it was easier to blame her than explain your plan.

"Y-yeah... I think I'll just finish this later otherwise the stir fry will get cold."

He nodded, somewhat awkwardly, then let go of your wrist in favour of seating himself at the table. Maybe a little too quickly. You shrugged off his behaviour and opened a draw to get a freezer bag. Since the ice pop was already partially melted you didn't want it sticking to the others.

After putting it back, you asked if he wanted a drink while opening the fridge door. He didn't reply and you turned around to find him staring at the freezer, lip caught between his teeth as if in deep thought.

"BunBun?"

He shook his head, as if snapping out of a daze. "Huh? What?"

"Are you thirsty?"

He shook his head again and crossed his arms.

"What? No. Why would I be thirsty? Of course not..."

You shrugged. "I was just wondering..."

You grabbed a can of Pepsi and joined Jungkook at the table. Subconsciously, your tongue swept along your lips to pick up the remaining sticky residue from the ice pop before picking up your chopsticks. You took a mouthful of vegetables and looked up to find Jungkook mid-chew and staring at you with wide eyes.

You quickly chewed the food in your mouth and swallowed.

"What is it? Do you not like It?"

He gulped down his own mouthful. "No! It's great Jagi... I'm just... rather... daydreamy today."

"Oh?" You raised a brow, "what's on your mind?"

"Just comeback stuff."

You narrowed your brows, noticing the way his voice cracked on the last word.

"Are you sure?" You reached across the table to hold his hand. "You can always talk to me."

His lip was once again caught between his teeth, probably thinking if he should tell you.

"Jungkook, baby, you can talk to me about anything."

And just like that he blurted out, "I'm hard cause you were sucking on that fucking ice dick!"

You felt your jaw drop as you stared at each other in silence. He cleared his throat and shovelled a heap of noodles into his mouth.

Lowering your gaze to your bowl, you pushed around your food.

"So you're...like, turned on right now."

"Uh... yeah... sorry..."

You stifled a giggle.

He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his. "Which reminds me, I did a bit of research and I found something out..."

"What was it?"

His cheeks reddened as he too started playing with his food. "When aroused enough... a woman's... womanhood can expand by 200%. So if you were 2 inches, when turned on you would be 6 inches... I think... Maths isn't my strong suit."

Heat instantly rose to your cheeks until they matched his.

"Y-you looked that up?"

"I was worried about it! And I know you were too. So now we don't have to."

You managed a smile and took his hand again.

"I guess that is...comforting."

He returned your smile and you went back to eating, though you ended up nearly choking thanks to what he said next.

"By the way, Kitten, if you ever want something to suck on, I have something between my thighs that might satisfy you."

You struck his calf with your foot beneath the table and coughed to clear your throat.

"Doesn't taste so good though."

He pouted, "Flavoured condoms are a thing that exist."

"Still wouldn't be as refreshing."

He flicked a pea at you. "You're such a tease."

You threw him a smirk before tucking into your food before it had a chance to get cold.

After eating, Jungkook had moved into your living room to watch one of your Marvel dvds while you washed up in the kitchen. It kind of amused you how he was becoming more open about sexual topics, seemingly becoming more confident after the blow job despite your admitted fear of his size. And you took a moment to evaluate your position too. Admittedly, you were proud of yourself for every step of progress being made. Things were good. Life was good. And most importantly, you were happy.

With that in mind, you finished drying the last item then reclaimed your 'dick pop' from the freezer. A nice refreshing treat to enjoy during the film... and torture Jungkook further. You had to admit, you were curious as to how much self restraint he had and how he would deal with any... arising issues... You went into the living room and awed at the sight of Miri curled up on Jungkook's lap chewing on her favourite toy. The sound alerted him of your presence and he frowned at treat in your mouth. You simply smiled and plopped down next to him, lifting his arm and cuddling against his side.

"Couldn't you have waited to finish that until after I had left?"

You released the lolly with a 'pop'. "Nope. It tastes too good."

A drop of the juice from the melting treat trickled down the side of it, causing your to trail you tongue up its length to catch it before it could make your hand sticky. There was a sigh and he shifted causing Miri to look around at him, her sweet face obviously annoyed.

"Just don't watch me eat it if you're getting uncomfortable."

"But I can hear you sucking on it too. It almost sounds like porn. And did you realise you've been quietly moaning as you do so?"

"No I haven't!" You exclaimed. "You must be imagining it."

"Am not!"

You pouted and rest your head on his shoulder. "It's hard not to make noises when eating an ice lolly.”

He let out what sounded like a pained groan then moved Miri off his lap to next to you.

"Thinking about it, I'm still hungry. I'm gonna raid your fridge."

With Miri no longer covering his lap, you couldn't not notice he had a not so little problem as he got up and made his way to the kitchen. Patting your thighs, Miri made herself comfy on your lap and you ran your hand through her fluff wondering what Jungkook would find in your fridge. Though you didn't have to wait long. Soon he was coming back with a little dish and plopped down beside you.

"What you got there?"

He smirked. "A nice juicy peach to eat."

You peeked into the dish and saw he had a peach cut in half with the seed removed. You didn't even know you had peaches. Though the innuendo wasn't missed on you.

You turned your gaze to the Thor film on the TV and went back to sucking on your ice pop. An over the top moan caught your attention.

"It tastes so sweet."

From the corner of your eye you could see his wasn't biting into it. Instead he was licking and sucking at an individual piece. It reminded you of those porn gifs that sometimes appeared on your tumblr dash.

Another moan. Without looking you nudged him in the side.

"Stop it..."

He turned to you with wide innocent eyes, peach juice covering his lips and chin. "Stop what Kitten?"

"Stop eating out a peach slice!"

"Only when you stop blowing your dick lolly!"

He raised a brow when you huffed and licked the lolly stubbornly.

"You're just jealous it's not you."

Knowing the he was looking at you, you tried to fit as much of the ice pop into your mouth as possible... which made you start choking. Probably wasn't your smartest idea but it seemed to have the desired effect.

"Jesus, fuck." Jungkook groaned.

He set his dish on the coffee table and stole your frozen treat from you, making it join his abandoned peach.

"You're covered in juice."

"So are you."

His hand cupped the back of your neck, drawing you closer to him, "Wanna help me clean up?"

You could smell the sickly sweetness of the fruit and closed the gap between you, pecking his lips then licking your own.

"Hmm... I'm not sure if orange and peach go well together."

His hands went to your hips and pulled you onto his lap. The commotion had Miri jumping off the sofa and making her way to her bed.

"Who gives a shit."

Okay. Where did this Jungkook come from?

Any answers to the question were dismissed from your mind the second his lips connected with yours. The kiss was a world away from the previous peck. One hand travelled to the back of your neck, holding you to him as he deepened the kiss. If you were to be completely honest with yourself, you had never been kissed like that before. Hell, your ex had never ever been as intense as Jungkook. If he did the do with the intensity of how he kissed... you were going to have your world shaken when the time came.

You broke the kiss for a breath and swiped your thumb across his chin, gathering the remaining sticky juice then licking it off. He held your gaze all the while, eyes burning with an unfamiliar intensity that had your stomach doing flips.

"Stop being such a goddamn tease, Kitten."

Well... you would never see that nickname the same way again.

"Do you call me Kitten when you're turned on?"

He licked his lips. "Think you know the answer to that already."

And, boy, did you. You could feel his hardness pressing against your inner thigh and let out a small gasp when his thighs suddenly tensed beneath you. God you loved his thighs. A quiet moan was drawn out from you when he used his grip on your hips to make you grind down against him. Was he having you ride his thighs?

You weren't oblivious to the effects he was having on you already. How your flush extended from head to toe, heart pounding in anticipation of his next move. He caught you in yet another kiss, hands still encouraging you to rock against him. Your hands left his neck to grip the hem of your thick sweater and hike it up to around your chest. You broke apart for a split second as you pulled the item off and tossed it aside.

"Oh man holy shit."

You giggled. "You say that like you didn't have to dress me when my elbow was broken."

"We were only friends then. I couldn't allow myself to think of you as I do now."

You gave him a disbelieving look, smirking as he became a bit sheepish.

"Well... there was the time your onesie was undone... and you didn't have a bra on... and I saw. Which is why I had a shower."

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his crimson cheek.

"I knew something was up...pardon the pun."

He groaned and rest his head against your shoulder.

"I felt so guilty."

"For unzipping my onesie in your sleep or for getting off to me in the shower?"

He playfully bit the junction between your shoulder and neck but not hard enough to leave a mark.

"Don't be rude, you'll kill the mood."

You gripped the hair at the base of neck and tugged at it until he was looking up at you. A faint moan slipped through his lips as you repeated the action and rolled your hips slowly against his again.

"Dare to leave a mark on me and I'll be as rude as I want, baby."

His head tipped back as his hips thrusted up to meet yours.

"Oh? Do you like being called Baby?"

A snap of his hips seemed as if to answer your question. His eyes fluttered open and settled on your chest.

"C-can I touch...?"

"I-I don't..." You swallowed. "Just don't take my bra off."

He nodded obediently and captured you in a fleeting kiss before moving his lips to your jaw and began littering feather light kisses down your neck to chest.

"I'm so fucking lucky. You're beautiful."

If it weren't for the fact you were already flushed, you probably would've turned red at his words.

"I love you." You whispered, running your fingers through his hair.

"I love you too, Kitten."

He placed a kiss on the swell of your breast, a hand snaking up to cup the other. You were pretty sure you felt his tongue sneak out as he trailed his lips back up to your neck. A shiver tingled down your spine as goosebumps bloomed across your skin. All the hairs on your body stood on end as the pad of his thumb brushed over your hardened nipple which had become visible through the thin material of the bra you wore.

The more attention he littered your neck with the more wanton mewls slipped past your lips. You returned the favour by shifting to grind directly down onto his hard on resulting in his own groans getting smothered in your neck.

"Fuck that feels good."

The hand that was still on your hip reached round to grip your ass. His breaths grew shorter, sharper, with every roll of your hips against his. And you would be lying if you said that you weren't so turned on that you couldn't see yourself stopping until the tension in your stomach finally snapped.

Your legs started to shake as the knot in you tighten. That was new. You hadn't felt that before. Could it be that... you were about to cum?

"Oh fuck... Kookie."

He pulled away only to go straight for your lips as he palmed your breast and kneaded your ass.

"Please tell me you're close, Kitten. I don't think I'll last much longer."

"I-I think-k so-"

The sudden sharp thrust of his hips up into yours sent moans spilling from your lips.

"C-cum with m-me.”

Your hips seemed to gain a mind of their own as they sped up against his, chasing your first release. You found yourself whining as the tension increased. How much more would it take? Jungkook took advantage of your parted lips to capture them again and kiss you deeply, his tongue caressing your own. Your fingers fisted his hair, pulling hard enough to definitely hurt, while simultaneously the grip on your ass tightened.

"Shit! I-I'm gonna-"

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck."

Jungkook's hips stuttered against your own, head falling to your shoulder when he finally came with a cry of your name. But still, his hold on your never loosened as he rode out his orgasm and determined to make you join him in his blissed state. One final high pitched whine from you and the tension finally released. Holy shit. You just came. You came for the first time and it was via dry humping with your top off. It almost felt like something that should've happened during your secondary school years.

You could feel the quaking of your thighs and the warmth between them. You pressed your face into Jungkook's hair as the two of you caught your breath and reality filtered back in.

He'd stopped all movements and wound both arms around your lower back, rubbing soothing circles on your bare skin.

"So... you're an... ass man." You managed to get out and felt his chuckle vibrate against you.

"Of course, but breasts are good too. And both of them are equally good when it comes to you."

You giggled and hugged his neck. The silence that ensued was far from comfortable as the realisation that the two of you had just dry humped to the point of orgasm dawned on you.

"Maybe we should...uh, change..."

"Yeah... we probably should... I can't believe I came in my pants like a horny teen."

You shuffled back a bit to grin down at him. "I can't believe I came. Nearly 2 years in a sexual relationship and that had never happened before."

A cocky smirk appeared on Jungkook's face. "And I didn't even have to touch you down there to make it happen."

Unsure how to answer without inflating his ego further, you pecked his cheek then climbed off his lap, pulling your discarded sweater back on.

Ew. You definitely needed to change. He followed you into the bedroom where he found a pair of clean sweats in one of your drawers and went into the bathroom to change. After grabbing some fresh undies and jeans, you flopped onto your bed. Your legs felt almost like jelly thanks to the effects of your orgasm and straddling Jungkook's lap for such a period of time. The hard thumping of your heart against your ribs had finally calmed down and you let out a sigh. So that was what you had been missing out on.

It didn't seem as amazing as fanfictions had made you believe. But then again, when you had been doing research on orgasms, you did come across something that said ones caused by just clit stimulation were less... powerful. The sound of the toilet flushing pulled you from your thoughts and you sat up as Jungkook walked in the room. He was holding his balled up jeans and underwear and you told him to leave them in your hamper. He didn't bring a bag with him and didn't want the other members noticing his messed clothes in fear of another round of teasing.

You hopped off your bed and went into the bathroom to change. The weird feeling in your legs having disappeared when waiting for Jungkook to finish. You quickly cleaned up and dressed then went back into the bedroom only to find it empty. After dropping your dirty clothes in the hamper, you checked in the kitchen and found him discarding of his half-eaten peach in the bin.

"What a waste of food. How dare you distract me from eating to make out."

Jungkook jumped, startled by your voice.

"You took your sweet time changing.”

You shrugged. "Had to clean up."

He nodded and went to the sink to pour away your melted ice lolly. He went to turn on the tap and you made a noise of protest.

"Just leave it. I'll clean up."

"You said it was my fault you never got to finish your lolly so let me at least wash one bowl."

He had a point.

"Fine."

He grinned at you and turned on the tap, waiting for the water to heat up.

"By the way, while you were changing I had time to snoop around and found something rather interesting."

Oh god. Please not the dildos. Please not the dildos!

"I don't know what they're called," he started, brows pinched together in confusion. "But it's one of those things that goes around your waist and laces up at the back..."

You let out a breath. "You mean a corset?"

He repeated the word then nodded. "Yeah!”

Your cheeks flushed but relief flooded through you that he hadn't found your other little collection.

"Oh those... I started getting the when I was 15. My mum bought my very first one. Most of them are fashion corsets but one is for waist training."

He raised a brow in interest.

"Aren't they painful to wear? And why would you want your waist to be smaller. It's perfect as it is."

"You kind of get used to them... though it's annoying you can't slouch. As for the waist training one... I bought that one cause it was pretty and on sale. I don't do it up as tight as you're meant to."

You self-consciously played with the hem of your sweater. It was strange having to explain your corsets to someone. Most people assumed you bought them for spicing up your sex life, your ex included. But in truth you bought them because you loved how they looked.

Jungkook quickly washed up the dish, putting it on the drying rack and turned to face you, "There's one I thought was very pretty. It was black with segments of red floral patterns. It looked like it was a halter neck with clasps at the front."

You knew the one he meant. That one was your favourite one. His face lit up when you told him so.

"I can see why...they'd look great with those leather trousers that make your butt look great."

You averted your eyes away from him, the heat in your cheeks growing, "M-maybe I'll let you see me wear it one day... with some makeup too...”

His smile grew to reveal his dimple and you felt a shy smile upon your own lips.

"If you wanted to."

You weren't that confident in your body, preferring to wear baggy clothes to hide yourself. Curse the harsh words that were thrown at you as a child, you still couldn't grow past them. But you could almost imagine the outfit in your mind. The leather trousers and the corset paired with your leather jacket and boots finished off with a light dusting of dark coloured makeup.

You nodded with a touch more confidence.

"I will. One day."

"One day..." He drawled, inching his way closer to you. "Is that day soon?"

You shrugged. "It's a surprise."

His hands came to rest on your waist to draw you closer to him, "Hmm, is that so? I can't wait to see how it would look on you. I bet it would look ten times sexier when you're wearing it."

You hooked your arms around his neck and gave a half-hearted shrug.

"I guess you'll have to wait and see."

He chuckled and pecked you on the lips.

"Don't think about it too hard," you said, mouth quirking into a smirk. "I don't have another pair of trousers for you to change into."

It was his turn to shrug. "I could always take these off. After all, you didn't get to finish your ice dick."

You gasped and lightly pinched the back of his neck.

"In your dreams, Baby."

He kissed your forehead, "For now. I won't rush you into anything. But don't think I've forgotten that I still need to return the favour for what you did the other day."

"You did. You cooked me dinner."

He moved his head beside yours until you could feel the warmth of his breath ghost over the shell of your ear.

"Remember earlier? How good it felt to finally cum? The pleasure, the release." You gulped. "Don't you want to feel that again, but more? That'll be me returning the favour properly."

A shiver travelled down your spine, sorely tempted to take him up on the offer. But god dammit you had already done something sexual today. You weren't some horny fucking teenager.

"H-how ab-bout another day?"

He lifted his head and grinned.

"Whenever you're ready."

Honestly you didn't know where this new side of Jungkook was coming from. You were used to seeing him being confident and sexy on stage. Was this new development his stage persona bleeding into his normal everyday self? Or had he always been like this but was just hiding it? You really couldn't tell. Either way you were going to have to accept that your sweet BunBun was one teasing fucker.

"Pervert."

You couldn't help yourself, it just slipped out.

"Says the girl who writes porn about me."

"It's not porn!"

"It's literary porn."

You stepped back and crossed your arms over your chest.

"Porn is made for people to get off to. My smut serves a difference purpose. You know that."

"Only people who know you or ask know that. I must admit when I read that 'vampire au' oneshot you wrote... it very much seemed like porn to me."

He had read... he had read your very first smut. The smut that you had since deleted. He had read that piece of shit full of errors and tense changes. You wanted to die.

You turned your back to him and covered your face with your hands with an embarrassed squeal. His giggles filled the room and you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders.

"Aww~ is someone embarrassed."

You gave a muffled "yes" and resisted his efforts to turn you around and face him. Once he realised he couldn't get you to face him, he opted for hugging you from behind.

"Jagi~ when are you going to re-upload it?"

"Never."

"Why not~" he whined. "I liked it."

He... liked it?

"It was a piece of garbage. I wanted to rewrite it but I don't have the inspiration like I did before."

"Oh, Jagi~" he sighed, and when he went to peel your hands off your face you let him. "I know the feeling. How disappointing it can be when you want to write but can't. I'm always here if you want some help."

You nodded and turned around. "Chubs has tried to help me but I just can't bring myself to start it again."

He nuzzled into your neck, his breath fanning against the sensitive skin there. "I don't think she can help you the same way I can," and with that he nipped at your neck.

Another shiver went down your spine. Curse your weak points.

"Are... are you suggesting... acting... it out...?"

He hummed, the vibrations going straight through you. "If you think that would help."

Be strong. You had to be strong. Why was he being such a tease? You should've hidden your corsets better. If he hadn't of found them then the entire conversation would've happened.

"So you're a kinky pervert. If only I had known that before agreeing to date you."

"I doubt that would have changed your mind."

What was that supposed to mean? Before you could ask, his lips left your neck and he stepped back leaving you suddenly cold without his warmth. His hand went to his back pocket and pulled out his vibrating phone.

"Ah shit. I forgot I needed to be at the dorm tonight. We have to be up early to film the MV."

And, suddenly, the fangirl in you was awake.

"Really?!" He nodded. "Then go! Go home and get some rest and eat a good dinner or whatever you do the night before a filming."

You'd started ushering him towards the door making him stumble and giggle.

"Cute." He pouted, "Ah, I hate that I'm going to be busy for the next couple of days. Your time is gonna be all taken up soon as well as mine."

You pecked him on the cheek. "I know but ARMY is waiting for you. Now get moving."

You smacked his butt as he bent over to put his shoes on earning you a glare.

"Do that again and I'll stay."

You gave him a sweet smile and picked up Miri who had trotted into the room to say goodbye.

"Miri, say bye to appa."

Jungkook stopped mid way through putting on a timberland to stare at you.

"What?"

"You told her to say bye to appa..."

You smiled. "She's our baby. You said so the day I moved in. You may have corrected yourself, but you were right."

He quickly slipped his foot into the boot and tied the lace. Standing up straight he cradled your face in his hands and peck you on the lips.

"I swear you do something that makes me fall deeper for you every day."

You swore your heart melted into a puddle at your feet.

"I feel the same."

Your lips met again in a sweet tender kiss only to be broken by the feel of something wet against your chin.

"Ew~" you wiped away the spit making Jungkook laugh.

"I don't think our baby likes it when we kiss."

He patted the pup on the head with a smile. You could almost feel the happiness radiating off him.

"Maybe I should move in with you so that I can spend as much time with my two favourite girls as possible."

Your heart rate picked up, "Don't people normally date for a year or two before deciding to move in with each other?"

He laughed when your jaw dropped in shock and cupped your cheek.

"I'm only joking. It's a bit too soon for that."

You scrunched your nose, "If I die of a heart attack I'm blaming you."

He laughed again and with one final kiss, he was waving goodbye with a sweet, "I love you~"

You lifted Miri's paw to wave goodbye.

"We love you too~"

[sweetness47]

Ghosts of Memories

 Pairing Clint Barton x reader

A/N: this is for #MAMTWritingchallenge hosted by @marvelatmytrash (I haven’t decided whether or not to make it a series yet. I will see where this one goes.) feedback is always welcome, as is reblogging.

“You have no idea who I am do you?” paired with calming someone down after a nightmare.

Warnings: Fluff, maybe, language, violence, memory loss, lost love, nightmares, trauma…basically if you’re under 18, don’t read this!

Summary: You are a SHIELD agent, one of the top elite. Not only do you kick ass with weapons and without, you can also control elements ie. Earth, fire, wind, water, electrical current and light. You can’t remember anything past 6 years ago, due to a terrible accident, or so you’ve been told. Doctors say your memories may never come back. So what happens when they do start to return?

Six years ago:

“I’m just going to the store to get eggs and milk, then pick up a deluxe pizza on my way home.” Y/N shouted down the basement stairs to her hubby. Clint peeked around the corner and looked up at her with his best puppy dog eyes. She caved and sighed. “Alright, ham and pineapple, and a 6-pack of Bud Light, but only because I love you and because it’s your birthday.”

Clint ran up the stairs and wrapped Y/N in his arms, and giving her a short, intimate kiss, promising some fun later. She threw her arms around his neck, moaning into his kiss. “Thanks honey. You are really the best, you know that? You kick ass, save the world, and you’re mine.” he whispered in her ear.

She smiled, “Of course I know Clint, and I’m lucky to have you too.” She said, winking at him and kissing him on the nose. “Who else could I get to fix the toilet, help me save the world, and kill all the spiders for me. You’re indispensable.” Y/N giggled as Clint reached for her sides, especially that ticklish spot by her ribcage. She squealed and tried to tickle him back, but he backed her against the wall. “Ok, ok. I give.” He was laughing as hard as she was as they kissed then, both breathless and both exceedingly happy.

As she got in the car, she remembered his reaction that morning as she presented his birthday present, neatly wrapped with an iridescent bow and matching ribbon. As he opened it, and realization set in, a huge grin appeared on his face, and in an instant he was swinging her around, showering her with hugs and kisses, the framed ultrasound picture still in his hand. She was about ten weeks according to the tests, and everything looked exactly the way it should, no abnormalities. It was too soon to know the gender, but she didn’t care. They were pregnant.

She listened to radio as she drove, weather reports and warnings were filling every station she tuned in to. Then she hit a winter onslaught. The sky darkened, and in the blink of an eye a torrential downpour of ice and snow suddenly clouded her vision. As she tried to use her power to lessen the storm’s intensity, another car lost traction on the icy street, and rammed into Y/N’s SUV. The force of the impact caused her car to break through the barrier of the bridge, and plummet head first into the frigid waters below. Blackness and water were everywhere, Y/N tried to move the water and get the car out, but there was too much ice. Instead of moving the car out, the ice pushed it down to the bottom. Her cracked windshield began leaking, the cold beginning to seep in, and without any access to wind, she couldn’t get out.

Desperate to free herself from her seemingly inescapable prison, she used light to melt what remained of the window, bracing herself for the onslaught of arctic liquid that would come at her. It wasn’t enough, the pressure slammed into her, knocking breath from her lungs, not letting her get air before enveloping her. Y/N tried to focus as she swam out the window toward the surface. Finding a small opening still in the layer of ice that covered the river, she came up for air, trying to grab the top of the ice. She could hear people yelling, but was too cold to say anything. Then before she could make the water warmer and get herself to shore, she was pulled under by the current, her head striking the jagged edge of the ice, and her world went black.

Present day:

Y/N stared at the transfer notice in her hand. Why on earth, especially since she really liked her current posting in Ireland, would she all of a sudden need to go to New York. Fuck this shit. Her head began to pound, and she absently grabbed a bottle from her pocket, popped two white T-3’s and went back to cleaning out her room. There was some small part of her that wishes she was normal, with a normal job, maybe a normal family. But noooo, she was a government assassin, and an inhuman, which made her a valuable commodity, and apparently needed in New York. She looked out her window, thinking how much she was going to miss all the lush green countryside and the peaceful walks amongst that greenery.

New York, where the aliens had attacked some time before, and the Avengers initiative was enacted. She knew who Nick Fury was, especially since he was the first person she had seen when she’d awoken from her coma. They had met on numerous occasions since, and each time he had attempted to recruit her to help with the Avengers. But she had declined each time, not wanting to leave Europe. She wasn’t European by birth, but she’d grown to love it here since being re-assigned after her accident, the one where she lost a lot of her life, her memories gone, locked away in the deep recesses of her mind. Doctors said the memories could come back at some point, or they may never return. What was worse, SHIELD files had been erased of her life before. It was almost as if they were hiding something from her, either for mental health reasons, or simply because they liked her better now. And no one ‘knew’ anything, or so they said, even Fury, stating that maybe she shouldn’t keep digging. She had tried social media, phone records, DMV records, anything, and they all came up blank. It was as if she’d never existed before, and it nagged at her conscience.

She was soon packed and on board the small plane that would take her across the ocean. Agent Phil Coulson met her at the airstrip when she landed, to escort her to their base. “Welcome here Y/N.” He extended his hand and she took it happily. Phil was something of a legend amongst the elite agents, having been the force behind putting together the A-team as she liked to call them. And truth be told, she was anxious to meet them, having been a fan for a while now. Natasha Romanova was kind of a role model, even though the age difference was only 2 years, she was everything Y/N aspired to be. There were times she imagined sparing with Widow, just to see who could best who first, though she suspected for as good as she was, Natasha was better, having trained from a young age.

When they finally arrived at the ‘secret’ base, she was shown to her quarters, where she set to work unpacking and changing out of her travel clothes. Making sure her identification was properly displayed, she took herself on a self-guided tour of the facility. It was actually pretty nice digs, and pretty big, much bigger than the Irish base. Not watching in front of her, because she was busy looking around, she walked into a brick wall, which actually wasn’t a wall at all. Thor had been walking back from the cafeteria with some java for the road, when Y/N bumped into him, causing hot liquid to erupt from the cup, and spill all over both parties.

Y/N immediately apologized. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Are you hurt? Let me help.” And bent down to retrieve pieces of broken pottery that was the cup.

Thor smiled warmly. “No harm done. There is always more coffee to be had. Are you new here?” he asked, seeing your name badge.

Her cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson. “That obvious huh. Yeah, just transferred in from Ireland. I’m Y/N. You must be Thor.” She stated casually, gesturing at his armor and cape, and of course that infamous hammer. Mjolnir was the most fascinating weapon she’d ever seen. Y/N pointed to the beautiful but deadly item in his hand. “I know I can’t pick it up, but can I…well…touch it? Sorry, that sounded weird. It’s just a really awesome hammer.” She blushed more, realizing how stupid that sounded.

Thor chuckled. “Not at all my lady. By all means, feel free to gaze upon the power of the mighty Mjolnir. However I must warn you, it does tend to shock those who touch it, except me of course.”

Y/N raised a brow, now completely thrilled. She reached out her hand and ran it across the Asgardian symbols and craftmanship, and did indeed get a shock. But rather than sting, it seemed to blend into her skin and ignite her own power. Soon her body and Mjolnir were sharing electrical current, the hammer increasing the strength of Y/N’s energy output. Thor watched the interaction, completely taken aback with what was transpiring in front of him. Never in his lifetime had anyone been able to create that kind of power with his hammer except for himself. Now his curiosity was peaked, and he offered Y/N the weapon to hold. Frowning but not unwilling to try, she accepted the gift, and both were genuinely shocked when the hammer allowed her to hold it.

Some of the nearby agents had stopped to witness this event, including Fury and Coulson, and a wide range of expressions filled their faces, from shock, to amazement, to genuine wow. Y/N handed the hammer back to Thor when she saw the attention she had attracted. Excusing herself, she made her way over to Nick Fury and extended her hand. “Sir, good to see you again.” You said with respect, and perhaps a touch of affection. Fury was like the older brother, always protecting her and covering her ass when she dug into files she shouldn’t.

Fury accepted the gesture and returned the handshake. “Y/N. Haven’t changed a bit I see. Still manage to find new and interesting ways to make yourself known.”

Y/N smiled. “Yes sir! Now, on with the tour!” She gave a mock salute, earning a smirk from Coulson and a glare from Fury. He didn’t scold her, but she did make herself scarce, as the tour wasn’t quite done yet anyways.

She had been briefed on the plane with regards to the nature of her re-assignment. Power, they needed whatever they could get, and Y/N’s power was amongst the best in the entire SHIELD world. Talks of aliens and impending doom were everywhere. But the agency seemed especially worried. Whatever. Steady paychecks helped with the negotiations, landing herself a nice raise and bonus incentive. She could only hope that her ‘headaches’ and ‘nightmares’ didn’t interfere with her work. It wasn’t bad now, not like it was when she’d first awaken, but it still happened on occasion. It was like a never-ending cycle of torment, flashes of near death, a storm, drowning. But she could never move past those images. She would wake in cold sweats, shaking, screaming, only to realize she was alone and in no present danger. Only once did the flashbacks happen during a mission, luckily it was Fury and Hill that accompanied her for it, and neither were hurt in the process.

Fury did advise her to see a counsellor after, and she did. But the talks, while they did help some, were only that, talk. Nothing could be done to bring back the rest of the memories. It was just plain annoying sometimes. And times like this, when she was this pissed, were the times where she found exercise to be a good stress reliever. So she made her way around the base until she came across the training room, where she found Nat taking on Steve Rogers. Amused, she stood by the door and watched. Where Steve was fast and strong, Widow was small and agile, both were quick and equally deadly in their own right. Just as Y/N sat down, Steve caught movement out of the corner of his eye and Nat flipped him, taking him out for the count.

Steve got up as you walked over to apologize. “I’m sorry. I distracted you. Good match though.” You remarked.

Nat came over to join. “It wasn’t bad. Don’t apologize though. Distraction can’t be used as an excuse.” Then she looked over at Y/N. “Do you want to go a round?” she asked quizzically.

You raised a brow. “Sure. I’m Y/N. I just transferred in from Ireland.” You shook hands with Steve and with Nat.

“Nice to meet you Y/N.” Nat smiled. “Do you need to change?”

“Nope. I’m good.”

Nat motioned Y/N over to the mat. A few people stopped to watch, including Steve. Y/N put her hands up. “I won’t use my abilities. This will just be hand to hand.” She promised.

It was Nat’s turn to be surprised. “Abilities? You’re inhuman?” Y/N nodded. “That’s where I heard your name from.” She shrugged. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Nat took her fight stance, as did Y/N. For what seemed like an eternity neither moved, studying the other, watching like a lion stalking prey. Then Nat lunged, her body diving to sweep Y/N’s feet from under her. But she dodged, anticipating Widow’s tactics, and made a beeline for her arm to disable her. She countered, throwing a kick at Y/N’s arm, which was deflected, and coming around with a backhand to attack. Ducking, Y/N landed a small punch in her midsection. Nat quickly brought her knee up, catching Y/N’s chin, causing her to bite her lip. Y/N recovered quick, bringing her leg sweeping low in a circle, and connected with Nat’s ankle. She fell back, but was back on her feet quickly.

Back and forth they went, minutes ticking by, people beginning to cheer and wager on who would actually win. Without using her power, she was pretty evenly matched with her idol. For a while it seemed as though no one would ever win. Then someone else stopped to watch the fight. Someone who went white upon seeing who his friend was fighting. He pushed through the crowds to get a front row seat, unable to believe what he was seeing. “Y/N?” he whispered.

Y/N looked up at the mention of her name, and Nat got the upper hand, setting Y/N up and taking her down with that head-scissor lock flip. Gasping for air, Y/N looked for the owner of the voice that had cost her the match. Then leaning over her, offering a hand up, was a handsome, blue-eyed man that looked like he’d seen a ghost. Only he was staring at her, not a ghost. He kept her hand in his, almost afraid to let go.

Y/N tried to remove her hand, but he held firm, as if she would disappear if he let go. “Y/N. What the hell? I…it’s been 6 years. Where have you been? Why didn’t you come back if you weren’t dead? I don’t understand…” his voice trailed off as he studied Y/N’s confused look. Realization dawned on him then, and he let her hand go. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

Y/N bit her lip, taking a step back as she shook her head. “No, sorry. Ummm…” Her head began jackhammering in her skull, and she ran, needing to get away from him, from everyone, just needing to be alone.

It was Nick who came knocking on her door. She let him in, only because she knew he wouldn’t go away. He motioned to sit, and Y/N nodded. The flashbacks began adding images, of a man with light brown hair, blue eyes. Holding her, making love to her, kissing her. Not even the T3’s were helping now. With tears streaming down her face, she looked into the eyes of the man she had learned to trust, the man who she was pretty sure had been partially lying to her all these years.

“I want the truth Nick, and I want it now.” Y/N wiped away a tear and glared at the man in front of her. “Who in the hell is that man and why did he act like he knew me?”

Nick sighed. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a USB and threw it on the bed beside her. She looked at it, then back at Nick. Anger slowly seeped through her usually calm façade, and he held his hands up as a peace offering. “These are the files you’ve been searching for all these years. Your life before the accident, your original posting, and everything else you tried to find. That man in the gym, Agent Barton, was your husband of 5 years, and your childhood friend, your high school sweetheart, and your first love. The day of your accident, it was his birthday. Your gift to him was an ultrasound picture of the 10-week-old fetus you carried. A violent storm swept into the area when you were driving to the store, your car was run off the road and into the icy river. You nearly drown. You went into a hyperthermia-induced coma. Your abilities are quite powerful, but ice doesn’t like you. You couldn’t save yourself fast enough. You lost the baby. The memory loss was from a concussion suffered when your head found the edge of a sharp jagged ice chunk. You know the rest of this past 6 years. Everything else is on there.” He gestured to the piece of tech, and got up to leave.

Y/N just stared at the wall, barely acknowledging Nick’s exit. For two hours she just sat there, trying to process everything she’d just heard. Her skull felt like a basketball pounding on pavement. She couldn’t keep her eyes open as the world started spinning. Her body hit the mattress, feeling like lead. Her mind flashed images, dark water, sleet, ice, cold water rushing at her, the current pulling her under the ice, her chest hurting from lack of oxygen, panic. She tried to scream but the water muffled the sound. She flailed, clawing at the ice, needing the air, needing to live. Suddenly arms were holding her, shaking her, a warm male voice was calling her name.

Clint had been walking slowly toward her room, trying to figure out how to talk to her. Then her screams broke through his thoughts and he tore down the hallway, opening her door in less than 3 seconds. She was choking, her breath ragged, like she couldn’t get any air. She was panicking. She was having a nightmare. He sat on the bed and gathered her into his arms, and held her, stroking her hair, whispering soothing words.

She opened her eyes to the man who was a stranger to her, but not a stranger. She nestled into his embrace and cried.

@legion1993 @marvelatmytrash

[sillybitchhours]

Freak Show || kid!penny fic || Part 1/?

A young boy by the name of Penny was abandoned at a circus by his parents when he was just a toddler. Years pass and they put him in the freak show as Pennyworth the Dancing Clown. It’s Georgie’s birthday and the only thing he asked for is a trip to the circus. Bill and the losers agree to take Georgie, unaware of the new friend Georgie would find.

A young boy, skin as pale as porcelain, lay uncomfortably in a pile of hay, awoken from his restless sleep when the caravan hit a bump. He sat up, crawling on his hands and knees to peak out of a small crack in the wooden door. It was a cool autumn night, too dark to tell where they were headed. The boy sighed and hung his head as tears began to well up in his eyes. Before a sob could escape his lips he was knocked forwards, using his hands to break the fall. The boy looked up at the culprit and broke into a grin. “Simon!” He exclaimed with a giggle, reaching up to pet the two-headed goat. “Meh-eh!” Simon cried, to which the boy hushed. “Quiet, you’ll wake your brother!” He warned softly, referring to the limp head he named Billy. Simon just huffed. The boy shook his head with a soft chuckle, hugging the animal’s torso. “I’m glad I’m not alone anymore…” He murmured, nuzzling into the goat’s coarse hair. It whined and laid down in the hay. The boy rested his head on its belly, warming up from the shared body heat. The rocking of the caravan quickly put them both to sleep. Neither was awake to see the passing sign that read– “Welcome to Derry.”

“Man, fuck the circus!” A boy loudly exclaimed.

“Richie!” The other three shouted in unison.

“L-Language,” One warned, covering the youngest’s ears. “G-Georgie’s here.”

Richie huffs, rolling his eyes.

“Oh! So sorry, Buh- Buh- B-B-Billy boy!” Richie mocked, earning a sharp blow to the arm by the shortest boy. “Ow!”

“Can it, trashmouth.”

“Oh, you know I love it when you call me pet names, Eds!” Richie laughed, pinching Eddie’s cheeks, though they were quickly smacked away with a growl.

“Would you two get a room already?” Another added, not looking up from his birdwatching guide.

“Why? So you can join in on all the fun, Stanley?” Richie retorted, to which everyone groaned.

“You wish, Tozier.” Stan replied. The three teenagers bickered amongst themselves until the youngest boy began to shout.

“There it is! There it is! Look, Billy! There it is!” Georgie wailed, jumping up and down. In front of them was a huge banner that read, “Welcome to the Royal Big Top Circus!” It was embellished with two elephants on either side balancing on its hind legs, and a grinning clown in the center.

“Aw, screw that, they’ve got clowns.”  Richie said, turning on a heel to leave but was yanked back by the collar by Stanley.

“Oh no you don’t!” Stan said, shoving Richie forwards. “We promised Bill. You’re not backing out because of some stupid clown.”

“C-Come on, T-Tozier.” Bill stammered. “This is th-the only thing G-Georgie asked f-for his birth-birthday.” Richie gave an exaggerated moan, huffing deeply.

“Alright, alright, fine!” He gave in, raising a finger before he warned. “But I’m only doing this for Georgie. Got it?” The rest of the guys gave a nod, all except for Stan who simply shook his head. Bill smiled warmly as he watched his friend sneak up behind Georgie and scoop him up, squealing in delight. Georgie erupted into a fit of giggles as he was spun around. “Oi! What say we get some freshly popped corn kernels, eh?” Richie spoke in a thick English accent. Georgie nodded, taking Richie’s hand and dragged him the whole way there.

“Hey bucktooth!” A man called out, banging on the metal bars of the caravan. “Wake up, we’re in Derry!” The young boy sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “You know, this here town used to be a beaver trappin’ camp. Maybe we oughta leave you behind so you can find your family!” The man laughed, not caring that the young boy was frowning. He threw an apple at the boy, hitting him in the head. “Get in costume, freak show starts in ten.” The boy sighed, picking up the apple from the bed of hay, examining it for any bruises. The goat anomaly jumped up, both heads crying out. With a sad smile, he offered each head a bite of the apple before eating what was left over. He gave both heads a pat, Simon first then Billy, before padding over to a big wooden crate that read “Pennyworth” in big, bold red letters. He dug through it, throwing all kinds of items left and right. Penny pulled out a mirror and took a long look at himself.

“Worthless…” He whispered with a deep frown as he began to paint on a cherry red smile.

“Come one, come all! See the weirdest show of all!” A man in a top hat and fancy moustache shouted into a megaphone. “See the famous bearded lady! A two headed goat! And watch a bucktoothed clown dance for a penny! That’s right, folks! Dances for a penny and one penny only! Step right up, folks! Welcome to the freak show!”

“The two-headed goat sounds cool,” Richie said, taking a lick of his vanilla cone.

“It’s probably fake,” Eddie replied, making a “gimme” gesture with this hand, silently asking Richie for the ice cream.

“Freak shows are cruel,” Stanley informed them, closing his birdwatching book for the first time all day. “They treat humans and animals like they’re some sort of sick joke. They starve them, beat them up - bottom line, I’m not going.”

“Aw, come on, Stan!” Richie cried. “I heard they have a chicken with no head that just runs around till it dies.”

“Jesus, Richie! Why would I want to see that!?” Before Richie could answer, they heard a familiar voice.

“I said dance, you fuckin’ freak!”

They turned their heads towards the voice, eyes going wide. It was Henry Bowers. “Welp!” Stanley clapped his hands together. “Looks like we should get going while we still have the chance!”

“W-Wait–” Bill held up a hand, watching what they were yelling at. Henry was throwing something into a cage, the rest of the boys laughing and shouting more slurs. “W-We need to stop th-them.”

“No, Bill! Just leave things be for once. It’s Georgie’s birthday, we’re supposed to be having fun!” Stan argued, gesturing over to the birthday boy, who was about ten feet away in the petting zoo. Bill sighed. “I guess you’re right.” There was a brief silence amongst the friends. It was broken when the youngest boy came running up to them.

“Billy! Billy!” Georgie exclaimed. “They have cotton candy! Can we get some!? Please?” Bill laughed, messing up his little brother’s hair lovingly. “S-Sure th-thing, Georgie. L-Let’s go.”

“Please stop! Please!” Penny pleaded with the teenagers. “You’re hurting me!”

“Not until you dance, faggot!” Henry mocked, throwing another rock at the clown, hitting him in the kneecap. Penny cried out in pain, holding onto his knee to ease the hard blow. Another boy took out a lighter with one hand, shaking a can of hairspray in the other.

“Better start soon, freak, before I burn ya to a crisp!” Patrick threatened, using the aerosol can as a makeshift flamethrower. Penny flinched in fear, backing up as far as he could from the flame. The teens kept shaking the bars and shouting at him. Penny finally began to dancing, kicking his legs out to either side, but his jig didn’t impress the boys.

“Come on boys, this freak isn’t worth it.” Henry decided, spitting in the cage.

“We’ll be back tomorrow, freak. Don’t think we’re letting you off the hook.” Patrick warned with an evil grin. “Hey, maybe we could steal your dad’s gun!”

“Are you kidding me? I’ll take it right in front of his face!” Henry laughed, high-fiving the other boys.

Penny broke down, sinking into a ball on the pile of hay. He let himself sob, his makeup melting off his face as he cried. He didn’t care if he got in trouble from the ringleader. Right now, Penny’s only fear was that of his life. He tucked his face into his knees, smearing makeup all over his costume. Suddenly a gentle voice startled him.

“Are you okay?”

“GEORGIE!” The boys continued to call out. “Wh-What the hell, R-Richie!? Y-You were supposed t-to be wa-watching him!” Bill shouted, jabbing his finger into his friend’s chest.

“Back off, Bill!” Richie shoved the boy back, throwing him off balance. “I only looked away for a second!”

“That still m-makes it your f-fault, ja-jackass!”

“He’s YOUR brother! Maybe YOU should’ve been watching him!” With that, Bill cocked an arm back to punch him, but was held back by Stan. Eddie did the same to Richie.

“Guys, guys! Pull yourselves together!” Eddie shouted as Richie shrugged him off. Bill paced to cool off. Richie was the first to break the silence.

“He was there one second and gone the next…” Richie explained, looking down as he scuffed his heel against the grass. “I handed him the cotton candy, and I went to put my change in my pocket and he was just… Fuck, I’m sorry Bill…”

“It-It’s okay, Richie.” Bill sighed, still pacing. “L-Let’s just focus o-on finding G-Georgie.” They all agreed and began to make a game plan.

Penny looked up to see a young boy, about his age, holding colorfully spun cotton candy. He sniffled, wiping his red nose on his sleeve.

“Why are you crying?” Georgie asked with sympathetic eyes.

“I- um….” Penny wasn’t ever asked questions like this before. He wasn’t sure what to say.

“What’s your name?” Georgie asked, head cocked to the side.

“Pennyworth…” The clown answered quietly, looking around cautiously.

“What a silly name!” Georgie laughed, taking a bite of his cotton candy.

Penny frowned at that, but politely continued the conversation. “What’s your name?”

“Georgie!” He spoke with a proud grin. “Why do they call you Pennyworth?”

“Because I’m only worth a penny…” He answered, flashing a sad smile. “I’m practically worthless….”

Georgie frowned. “Well, that isn’t very nice!” He paused, thinking of something better to call him. “How about Pennywise?” He exclaimed. “Because wise means smart! I learned that word from my older brother.”

Penny smiled at his new name. “I like that a lot better. Thank you, Georgie.” Pennywise smiled at the boy.

“You’re welcome!” The young boy grinned. “Why were you crying, Pennywise?” He pushed, concerned for his new friend.

“People are mean to me sometimes…” Pennywise explained with a shrug. He inched forwards, grabbing hold of the metal bars and pressed his forehead against them.

“How come?” Georgie asked innocently.

“They don’t like the way I look.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m different than them.”

“Why?”

“Because I just am!” Pennywise shouted, causing Georgie to flinch. Penny frowned. “I’m sorry, Georgie. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay, Pennywise!” Georgie said simply. “It’s my birthday today, so nothing can make me sad!” He explained to his new friend so he didn’t have to worry. Penny laughed at this, cheering up a little.

“Happy birthday, Georgie!” Pennywise chirped, holding up his pointer finger before scampering over to his chest. He dug around for a minute until he found what he was looking for. “What’s your favorite animal, Georgie?” The young clown asked, stretching a long red latex balloon. Georgie thought for a moment before answering.

“A monkey!” He exclaimed with a grin.

“A good choice!” Penny praised, blowing up a red balloon. The latex squeaked as he twisted and knotted the balloon with gloved hands. He blew up a yellow balloon and turned around for the finishing touches. When he decided it was perfect, Pennywise spun around. “Ta-da!” He beamed, presenting it to Georgie through the prison bars.

Georgie’s eyes lit up when his new friend presented him with a monkey holding a banana made entirely out of balloons. He took it from Penny’s hands, examining it with a gasp. “A red monkey! Red is my favorite color!”

“Mine too!” Pennywise chimed with a goofy grin. Georgie placed a hand over Penny’s gloved hand, which initially made him flinch. Once he realized he didn’t intend on hurting him, Pennywise followed in suit.

“Thank you, Pennywise. This is the best birthday gift ever!” Georgie exclaimed, hugging the balloon animal close to his chest.

“You’re welcome, Georgie.” Pennywise replied. He was confused by this fuzzy feeling in his gut. Penny opened his mouth to say something else but was cut off by shouts.

“GUYS, I FOUND GEORGIE!” Eddie called from a distance, running as fast as his legs could carry him. The rest of the boys followed behind. Eddie came to a halt in front of Georgie, hunched over as he struggled for breath. He frantically dug through his fanny pack for his inhaler.

“G-Georgie! Th-Thank God.” Bill spoke breathlessly, scooping his brother into his arms. “D-Don’t you ever wa-wander off ag-gain!”

“Yeah, Georgie. Your brother almost– OH MY GOD, A CLOWN!” Richie screamed, falling on his ass. “What the fuck! What the fuck! What the–”

Eddie slapped him across the face, successfully silencing him. “Beep beep, Richie!” Had it been anyone else, Richie would’ve slapped them right back. Richie looked away shamefully, holding his tingling cheek.

“Richie, you don’t have to be afraid!” Georgie explained. “This is my new friend, Pennywi–” When the boy turned to face his friend, the curtains of the caravan were drawn shut. Georgie frowned deeply, looking down at his balloon animal. “Pennywise…”

Bill smiled sadly, reaching out for his brother’s hand. “Come on, i-it’s getting la-late.” He said, to which Georgie sighed and took his hand. “Can we come back tomorrow? Please Billy?”

“W-We’ll have t-to ask mom a-and dad, but I-I don’t s-see wh-why not.” Georgie smiled hopefully, following Billy home with the rest of his friends.

“Thank you for taking me, Billy.” Georgie said, looking up at his big brother wish a kind smile.

“Of course, G-Georgie. It is y-your birthd-day after all.” Bill chuckled and led his brother home.

All the while, Pennywise was peaking out from behind the red suede curtains. Tears rolled down his pale cheeks as he choked back a sob. He wished he had someone who loved him as much as Billy loved Georgie. He wished he had a family to celebrate his birthday with. Hell, he didn’t even know when his real birthday was. He only knew the day he was abandoned at the circus by his parents. Penny just hoped Georgie would be back tomorrow.

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Ravus cheating on S/O

Heya! This is the final boi that had yet to be released. I did some touch-ups because I wasn’t happy with it - aah y’know what I mean. I hope you enjoy it! :)

Noctis cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Gladio cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Prompto cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Ignis cheating 1 ; 2   

Words: 5140+

Genre: Angst, heartbreak, “happy end”, alternative game route

Spoilers: Yes! It plays during the game. 

Trigger Warnings: Explicit sexual act depicted briefly, cheating

Being in a long distance relationship means commitment, honesty and tons of trust but most of all, patience - at least for Ravus and his S/O. Their love started at the Niflheim army. While Ravus was forced to join, his S/O joined on their own because they wanted to take revenge for their parents. They were killed by Lucians. His S/O was fairly shy yet incredibly talented, they immediately caught Ravus' eye. Their mysteriousness attracted the blonde - Ravus was determined to get to know them. It was their aura, they were different from everyone else. Before he knew it, he was head over heels in love with them. They weren't easy to crack, had a pretty hard shell and high walls built around them, but every minute of lowering their walls, opening their shell was worth it. Ravus himself wasn't the most sociable guy. To say it was easy for him would be a lie. Both of them had to learn how to open up to one another and in the process, they fell for each other. 

Once the ice melted, it didn't take long before they were dating. His S/O was the one who initiated their first kiss and after their first kiss came many, many more. Sooner or later Ravus was at their mercy, completely and deeply in love with them. His S/O felt the same way so they decided to give it a shot and date - but chose to keep it a secret from all other cadets for the sake of rumors. They were inseparable and on top of that, each other's firsts in any- and everything related to love. During missions, they complemented each other perfectly; what one couldn't pull off, the other did with ease. And that was exactly why people suspected that they were in a relationship. 

It was one unfortunate evening they spent cuddling that revealed it all - they were caught as another drunk cadet broke into Ravus' room. In result, they had to make their relationship public.

If that one cadet hadn't told everyone about what he saw that night, perhaps nothing would've caused their love to be put through a hard trial: they were parted, not allowed to go on missions together any longer.

Full of worry for each other, both became clumsy, inattentive. While Ravus learned to deal with it, learned to appreciate being able to embrace them in the evenings after a long mission, his S/O started having slip-ups. They eventually ended up getting wounded fatally. It was thanks to urgent first aid that they survived. While the Niflheim army paid for their healing process, they immediately broke their contract, threw them out. That one slip up almost cost them their life, but most certainly their job - they were excluded from the army. 

And that's how their long distance relationship began. After 2 years of dating at the army, they had to get used to some distance separating them. Ravus invited them to live at Fenestala Manor, the place he grew up in with his family. While they happily accepted his offer, seeing it as him proving his love, they were still divided. Ravus wasn't home for the majority of the time, was busy working for the army, so his S/O was left alone with his sister Lunafreya, the oracle. It was pure luck that Luna and them got along so well they became friends. Luna even tried to heal their wounds and broken bones.

Whenever Ravus was off for a day and he dropped by for a visit, they spent time alone. For the first time since they got together, they could hold each other, kiss or make love without the constant fear of someone interrupting. Their relationship was going great. The first few weeks of them staying at his Manor, while they were still wounded, Ravus continuously sent herbs, tea, special ointments - anything that'd help soothe their pain. And when he was around, he was their own personal butler - the actual prince of Tenebrae loved pampering his S/O. Once they got better, they even had dates outside of someone's room! They enjoyed the beautiful nature, especially the fields of flowers, together. Needlessly to say, they were both head over heels in love; fantasizing about their future, talking about having a family, exchanging innocent pecks, writing love letters when they were separated,.. - It was going incredibly good for them, although they were torn apart by distance and each time he left their hearts ached. But that all changed when Ravus was promoted to deputy high commander years later.

They knew he had worked hard to reach a high level, were with him all along, so they didn't want to complain about him being even busier than he used to be.. But with each visit, they seemed to be growing apart. Something about him was different, more determined and stubborn. They often argued - which was something they hardly ever did in the past years.

Finally, when Niflheim attacked Lucis and Ravus was wounded severely due to what seemed to be his own greed, their relationship began to crack. His S/O was infuriated, their boyfriend was going through immense pain but they couldn't be around. What worried them, even more, was that Luna left their mansion, too. She was on her way to get married to Noctis, the prince of Insomnia. Therefore, Ravus' S/O was all on their own. Until some Niflheim troops came to pick them up. Ravus demanded to see them while he was off duty to heal. 

But when they met, all they felt was heartache. 

A magitek prosthetic replaced their boyfriends left arm. But along with that, his eye color changed, he suddenly had heterochromia eyes. And most importantly, his character adjusted. All that was on his mind was his sister - which was a good thing considering she was in a dangerous situation - and war. He continuously babbled on about plans and couldn't find a minute to calm down or focus on his S/O. The only thing that took his mind off was sex. The rough, reckless and painful-if-not-done-correctly type - not the one that was rough and nice. Unfortunately, that sex was also the only reason he flew his S/O in. When they declined his advances, told him to stop, he began raging. Not only did it scare them, it also made them feel like an object. In those 48 hours they were given before they'd be flown back to Tenebrae, they slept with him just once. One time that made their body feel like it was about to break in two. He hurt them, couldn't quite control his new power.. But he didn't care, ignored their pleas to stop. Perhaps if they hadn't been in tremendous pain, they wouldn't have declined the quickie he demanded before they left.

Their goodbye wasn't heartfelt. Ravus seemed to be bitter, unsatisfied, upset with his S/O for not delivering some kind of duty that they apparently had as his lover. Still, he didn't show concern for their aching body, didn't even apologize. Eventually, his S/O was sent back to Tenebrae, violated, in pain and devastated by their boyfriends actions.

For months, they barely had any contact. While they still wrote love letters to him, telling him how much they love them, he didn't seem to appreciate it. They were lucky if he replied. The flowers he usually sent them? Nope, he stopped doing that, too. He didn't visit them either. Ravus changed. They were all alone in the huge Nox Fleuret Manor. The only person occasionally checking on them was Maria. 

She was the one that delivered the horrible news of Luna's passing and that their beloved boyfriend was now aiming to deliver King Regis' blade to Noctis. Followed by the delivering of that news, daemons started attacking Tenebrae. Ravus' S/O barely fled from them and the fires spreading through the grass. They spent multiple hours trying to reach their boyfriend, trying to find out what was going on. Somehow, they accidentally ended up calling some other commander which sent troops to pick them up. They didn't know that it was Niflheim that made those daemons attack, otherwise, they wouldn’t have called them for help. At this point, they considered themselves lucky for having reached anyone that was willing to help.

However, unlike before, they were suddenly treated like a criminal, pushed around with a gun pointing at their head until they arrived at the base they knew so well. The base it all started at.

Knowing they'd soon be in the arms of their lover, someone that was sure to need them after the passing of his sister, they felt at ease even though they were handled roughly by the troops. They were clinging onto the Ravus they got to know, the Ravus they loved.. And sincerely hoped he'd shine through now that something so terrible happened. Little did they know that nothing could've ever prepared them for what they were about to witness.

"It'll all be okay soon" they continuously reminded themselves.

"His room is over there, walk on your own!" one of the troopers ordered them, pushing them forward with their rifle.

Stumbling towards what seemed to be their boyfriend's new room, they rolled their eyes. Just like anyone else, they certainly didn't like this kind of treatment. What really threw them off were their chuckles. They started making fun of them.

"I'd appreciate if you'd leave me alone," they informed them, glancing over their shoulder with a frown.

"Shut up and knock!" one of them shouted.

Sighing, they stepped forward and finally knocked. The whispers and laughs behind them were confusing but once they knocked a little harder and the door opened lightly, they knew why. Soft moans and grunts rang through to their ears - it was undoubtedly Ravus' voice.. But not only his'. As a female moaned fairly loud, their heart started racing.

"This can't be.." they thought to themselves as the laugher behind them grew louder.

Although Ravus had hurt them before, they didn't want to throw their 9 year long relationship away. They still loved him dearly and believed that it was just one slip up, that he would apologize when they confront him about it, that he never actually meant to hurt them but underestimated his desire and new powers. They were convinced he still loved them. But now that they stood in front of his room.. And heard those unpleasant noises, they were beginning to doubt it, even felt naïve for believing in his good side.

Ignoring the noises behind them, they slowly stepped inside the room, trying hard not to make too much noise. To ensure no one would follow, they closed and locked the door.. Then slowly walked into the room. Their stomach dropped as they saw their boyfriend on top of some busty, dirty-blonde haired woman in his bed. They were having sex. Her legs were wrapped around their boyfriend's waist, pulling him closer.

"Ravus' ugh.. Harder, please" the female begged, scratching his back as he followed their command.

Judging by how hard the bed rattled, he was once again practicing rough sex. But at least this woman seemed to enjoy it.. Unlike his S/O.

"Ngh, you feel incredible" he groaned while he continuously thrust into them. 

Watching their boyfriend screw some other lady made them feel sick to the bones. Their heart broke with every second of them going at it but instead of feeling the pain, they immediately began to feel numb. Eventually, he flipped the woman over and roughly tugged on her hair. When they saw how bruised parts of her body were, full of hickeys, bites.. And perhaps even slaps, they started fighting their tears. 

"Is he.. Really into something.. So rough?" they wondered, shaking their head in disbelief, "Is he really cheating on me..?"

Fearing he'd get angry at them for interrupting, they decided to keep quiet. Usually, they were rather proud, would walk right out of a situation that upset them.. But this was different. Ravus was their first boyfriend, they had never been cheated on before.. They didn't know how to react, couldn't tear their eyes off of the scene, couldn't stop watching their boyfriend have sex with some female. His S/O was frozen in place. Nine years of pure love thrown out of the window. A terrible emptiness started spreading inside of them.

"Aaah! Ravus, it feels so good - k-keep going" the female ordered him, holding herself up on all fours.

As the prince of Tenebrae slapped the females butt repeatedly, his S/O flinched. The way he caressed it once his imprint was showing sickened them. When he took time between his thrusts, even slipped out of them just to place a delicate kiss on the bruised buttock, they were dangerously close to throwing up.

"You know I love that ass of yours" he proclaimed, following by biting it.

Hearing him use vulgar language was rare. If he ever brought up swears or something of that sort, he didn't hesitate to apologize. No matter how many times his partner told him it was okay. 

"Then how about you claim it?" she playfully suggested, glancing over her shoulder to look at him. 

"I will" he informed her before leaving another imprint of his teeth on her butt.

Without any warning, he entered her again, making her lose her balance and moan loudly. Pulling her up against his body, Ravus thrust away inside of her.  

"Oh baby, your dick is amazing" she moaned into his ear.

In return, he started nibbling on her neck. At this point, tears were already running down his S/O's cheeks. The way they felt was indescribable, a mixture between empty, disappointed, frustrated, upset and plain sad. These walls that Ravus tried so hard to lower, the shell he cracked so carefully.. It both stared rising back up. They began to shield themselves, erase him out of their comfort zone. His betrayal was too much.

"Fuck, I love this" he proclaimed, slowly climbing out of the bed, tugging her along the entire time, never breaking their connection.

Right when he was turning around with the female in his arms, ready to press her against some nearby wall, he saw his S/O. His eyes immediately widened and he let go of the female in front of him. It was then that his S/O saw the ropes tied around her chest area and limbs. Her front was severely bruised, too. Not just from hickeys or bites. The ropes seemed to be too tight, hurt her body - but she enjoyed it.

"Ravus.." they spoke softly, quickly wiping their tears away while they were being watched by two pairs of eyes.

"Is that your.." the female quietly asked.

"How did you..- I.." he stuttered, grabbing a blanket to cover himself and a robe to cover the female in front of him. 

In return, they just shook their head, unable to speak. To avoid looking at him and the tied up female, they covered their eyes. It was also a nice way to hide their never-ending tears. They couldn't stop themselves from sobbing, though. 

"This is…- (Y/N).. I..- It's not what it looks like.. Let me explain," he begged, stepping closer to them.

When he tried to touch their shoulders, they pushed his hands off. They were filthy, perhaps full of some other woman's fluids.

"It's just the deed" the female added, "We're only having sex."

"Only having sex" his S/O mimicked and mocked.

"It's.. It's true. I couldn't-.. You weren't-.. " he stumbled upon words, not finding the right ones.

"Ravus, we've been dating for nine fucking years! Nine years!" his S/O suddenly shouted, revealing their bloodshot red eyes to him, "Until you got that stupid prosthetic, we were doing just fine!"

Gulping, he stared right at them. 

"Odelia.. Please, leave" he commanded the female behind him, only turning around to undo her ropes real quick.  

Unable to process this whole ordeal, his S/O sat down on a small couch, putting their head in their hands. Once all ropes were gone, the woman quickly threw on her clothes and left. Meanwhile, Ravus just watched his S/O struggle - he wanted to wait until Odelia was gone before he'd say anything else.

"(Y/N).. I promise, I only love you" he finally stepped closer and sat down beside them so they'd be on the same level.

"How am I supposed to believe this when I just saw you screwing another woman?!" they snapped, moving away from him.

"I.. I figured I hurt you last time we had intercourse - I couldn't risk doing that again" he defended himself. 

"Oh, and so you thought you could just fuck anyone without even contemplating to ask me first?!" they argued, biting their lip hard, "I thought we were exclusive and certainly not in some kind of open relationship."

"I assumed it'd only cause damage to our re-"

"What do you think this just did? I witnessed my boyfriend's weird kinks that he apparently likes to enjoy with strange women," they continued to snap at him, not holding back anymore now that they saw he wasn't feeling angry today.

"I'd love to do this with you - it's just I.. I know it hurts you," he explained, biting his lip hard, knowing he was at fault for having cheated. 

"Ravus stop this bullshit! Not once did you apologize to me or say anything regards the bruises you left on my body - I believed you'd feel bad about it and apparently I was right - but don't play like you were just trying to be the kind guy not wanting to damage his lover," they returned, growing colder by second.

"I have to admit, this new arm does things to me. It was hard to control at first.. And it took me quite a while to figure things out but-"

"I don't care! I was patiently waiting for you to visit me, I was waiting for you to reply to me, I was waiting for any kind of sign that you still love me. Hell, you didn't even pick up your phone most of the time even though we promised to each other we'd have a phone call every day unless it's impossible," they threw more arguments in his direction.

Sighing, he nodded: "I made a mistake. I shouldn't have abandoned you. I-"

"Do you love her? Is that why we're falling apart?" they asked him, staring right into his heterochromia eyes. 

"No, I don't" he firmly replied, telling the truth, "I only love you."

"But if you love me, how can you just.. cheat on me so easily?" they quietly said before sobbing, feeling their frustration pass to sadness, "I'm aware we're lacking intimacy - it's because of the distance - but so far we always found ways to.. Still exchange some form of intimacy. Is it because we're lacking sex?"

"Ugh.. No. I-I was hoping.. You wouldn't consider it that" he admitted, "It's complicated to explain.. but ever since I got treated, received my prosthetic, I've had different urges and needs. It seems to have changed a part of me. For the sake of your safety, I decided to explore it on my own. Magiteks can be unpredictable, I feared this arm could be too. That day I caused harm to you, I figured I'd have to learn how to handle it properly. I couldn't let myself get carried away again and cause even greater damage to you."

"So you admit this prosthetic shit changed you?" they gulped, "Because I very much noticed that, too." 

"It did. It still affects me. For the longest time, I felt a lot angrier.. Which is why we fought so much. And I took my anger out on you.. In bed. Don't you think I heard your cries that night? I didn't ever want to do that again. So… ever since you left, I've had arranged intercourse with Ophelia. She is into.. Harder, rougher stuff.. So I can explore that part with her - without causing you harm" he went on to explain.

"Ever since I left!?" they exclaimed, "Ravus, it's been ages since I last saw you. We didn't even spend our anniversary together. All I got was a fucking 5-minute phone call. You said you were in a rush - in a rush to fuck her maybe?.. This just sounds like a stupid excuse for you to cheat on me. I've spent months waiting for you, wishing you were with me and you just selfishly cheated on me."

"I.. I know. Please believe me when I say that I never intended to hurt you.." he spoke softly, carefully reaching out for their hand, "And no, I was indeed busy participating in meetings on our anniversary. Our next mission started the morning after."

"You could've called me in the evening. Say.. While you're taking a bath or something. Instead, you called me between meetings. This was our 9 year anniversary, not just some bullshit first-month celebration.. It actually holds meaning.. At least to me.." they returned, not having his words.

"It does mean a lot to me, too" he replied, watching them intently, "I just.. I honestly didn't think of calling you while getting ready for bed.. I'm sorry."

"You, out of all the people, should know how important communication in a long distance relationship is.. We've been in one for years. Around 7 to be exact. I always thought we were exclusive. But apparently we're not - since you think you have a free pass to fuck whoever you want" they groaned, "Patience.. Trust.. Honesty.. Commitment - you weren't honest with me, weren't committed to me, betrayed my trust and took advantage of my patience. How is this supposed to go on? When did you want to share your little cheat-time stories with me?"

Ravus nodded slowly, agreed to him having failed them. He didn't deserve them and he was well aware of it. But he needed them and he was willing to fight for them. 

"I should've told you from the start. Should've played with open cards. Your opinion should be something that matters most to me - especially in cases such as this. However, I knew you would disagree. Anyone would. But I needed to find a way to figure those urges out and to satisfy these needs.. They were unbea-"

"Alright, then I'll just cheat on you whenever I feel an itch, too" they raised their hands up in surrender, wiping more tears away right after, "Is that really what you're trying to tell me? That you were feeling especially horny and decided it'd be a good idea to fuck a stranger..? Couldn't you just work out harder to get rid of your extra anger?"

Both sighed in sync. 

"It's not just.. An itch, working out doesn't fix it. Don't you think I've tried that, too? But it's distracting, making it harder to focus..-"

"You could've flown me in!"

"But then I would've hurt you again. There was no winning this situation."

Finding no words to say, they just shook their head in reply. To them, he wanted to play the victim card on him. He wanted to say that he had this evil prosthetic that ended up making him cheat, that it was something he had to do to not hurt them. They couldn’t just believe that.

"How do you expect this to go on?" they murmured, "I can't trust you anymore."

"I.. I'm hoping to be able to prove my love to you. I don't want to lose you" he announced, gulping as he watched them. 

"I just caught you cheating.. I-.. I really don't want to be in a relationship with you right now.. Hell, I don't even want to be here.." they whispered, turning their head away, "You have someone else that's dear to you anyway, why would it matter if I'd just disappear again."

"That's lies. Ophelia is not dear to me. We're - at most - friends -"

"Friends with benefits" his S/O threw in.

"Then.. We're that, okay. But I don't consider her someone precious to me - unlike you. You're the most precious to me. I love you - only you," he explained, trying hard to sound convincing - while he wasn't lying, he knew they'd have a hard time believing him. 

"Ravus, then why do you think it's okay to betray me like that? You've been sleeping with someone - behind my back. I've never even thought about having sex with anyone aside from you. I've never gotten the 'taste' of another man - because I stay true to you," they pointed out while they began to lose their will to continue fighting, it was too exhausting.  

"If that's what you want, I'll -.. You can go ahead and sleep with someone else" he gave in, unsure of what else to say. 

"Oh c'mon, what kind of relationship would that be if we both just continuously cheat on each other?!" his S/O complained, glaring at him, "I, unlike you, prefer to stay loyal to the one I love."

Again, both sighed. 

"I.. Don't know if we can go on. You cheated on me for months.." his S/O quietly admitted, folding their hands in their lap as more tears ran down their cheek, "I.. I always wanted a future with you. Getting married, starting a family, growing old.. - but..-"

"Please, I'm begging you, (Y/N), give me a chance to prove my intentions to you. I.. I won't ever neglect you again, I'll do everything you want me to - but please don't leave me" he begged, actually going on his knees in front of them, cupping their hands in his.  

That slight touch was enough to send shivers down their spine. That tiny touch made their heart skip a beat when it already felt so dead. As disgusting as this situation was, they still loved him, they wanted to believe him, they wanted to spend their future with him. And they loved his touches, secretly longed for them. That's what made all these past months so unbearable for them and this betrayal even worse: they desired his touch but he didn't desire theirs. 

"Fine.." they quietly accepted his proposal, not having enough power to fight any longer - it hurt too much, "But.. The only reason why I'm staying is that I need a new home. The Nifs destroyed your hometown.."

Again, Ravus' eyes widened in shock - he hadn't known about this - but he refrained from switching the subject. First, he had to make up for his mistakes, then consider asking for more details on the actions that took place behind his back.

"You can live here - we won't have to deal with the distance anymore and we could be with each other the entire time" he suggested, sounding hopeful, "I promise, I won't take this for granted."

The idea of being with him, sleeping next to him, being held by him, warmed them from within. It's what they always dreamed off. It was unfortunate that it had to be under these circumstances. 

"No.. I.. We need to take it incredibly slow now.." they informed him, feeling their walls just continuously rising.

They had on other choice, anyway. Where would they go if the place they lived at was destroyed? Maybe their home? They don't have an actual home anymore aside from the Fleuret House.

"That's fine by me. We.. We'll take it slow and work things out. I'm grateful for anything" he said, squeezing their hands softly.

"Okay.. and now put on some clothes.." they commanded him, slowly pulling their hands out of his.

In the end, they decided to temporarily start over. 

His S/O, unfortunately, experienced first hand how ugly his urges were and how unappealing his new needs were to them. For a while, they still pushed him off, told him there wasn't going to be any physical intimacy. To them, it had always been special, it held meaning.. But now that it didn't seem to hold meaning to him anymore, they were hard to convince to cuddle or even have sex. It took months before they eventually gave in. By that time, Ravus was so pleasure-deprived, he completely let himself go. For the sake of wanting to stay with him and wanting him to be loyal to them, his S/O let him go all out on them. And they immediately regretted it. They had to beg him to stop - thank the almighty astrals that he heard it and actually stopped this time. Their body shook with unpleasant pain before it even really began. That's when they knew their future wasn't looking bright.

They decided to stay together, though. 

The longer Ravus dealt with his prosthetic, the easier it was to control it all. So now, when he was with his S/O, he could enjoy their fairly innocent love again. But every once in a while, he still had those urges that his S/O refused to satisfy. Just so he wouldn't go insane, they let him cheat. They let him have an affair with that woman - but only for when his "urges" were bad.

As much as it hurt them to know he enjoyed something so intimate with someone else, they believed it was the right thing to do. However, they set up rules for him. Rules to better their relationship. And with the help of those, they managed to pull through. It was difficult, very difficult. Especially when his S/O was forced to leave him again, live somewhere else. But it didn't stop their love - only made it harder again. They were used to distance, though, it wasn't hard for them to master this.

Ravus visited them at least twice a month and each time, he brought little souvenirs, something to show them how much he appreciated them. It was also him who announced no longer wanting to meet up with Ophelia. He was convinced he could control his prosthetic well enough, that he wouldn't hurt them anymore. And aside from that, he was tired of seeing his lover put on a façade whenever he mentioned seeing her - it was one of their rules that he'd inform them about it. 

Much to his S/O's surprise, he worked hard to rebuild their trust, make them open up entirely again. And he did it. He made them forgive him. It was a long and very hard way until they could fully trust him again but eventually, they got engaged in celebration of their 10 year anniversary. They both believed in their future and decided to give it another shot.

Masterlist ;  Noctis cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Gladio cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Prompto cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Ignis cheating 1 ; 2