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little-mad · 3 years ago

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Downsides of Thievery Pt. 13 (Final)

~ Previous Part ~

Gavin couldn’t stop himself from turning over his shoulder to look at Rael, who apparently had information about his theft from the alteon diplomat. Immediately, Gavin was suspicious. What information could Rael possibly have about something he hadn’t witnessed? Anything he knew that the Emperor wouldn’t already, would have to have come from Gavin himself… “Oh shit, he’s not really talking about that is he?”

What did Rael hope to gain in telling the Emperor that Gavin had been commissioned to steal from the diplomat? Was he just doing his duty as a soldier by divulging everything he knew? Or was there something more to it? When Gavin had first told Rael that he had been hired to steal the ring, he’d seemed surprised, but hadn’t expressed any desire to confess the truth. Then again, Gavin had already proven unable to read Rael.

“Very well, go ahead,” the Emperor prompted, hands folded on the table as he looked at Rael with interest.

Gavin stared back at his former captor, unable to take his eyes off the giant man. “While Gavin Stone chose not to disclose this to the public, in our time together he did reveal to me that he was in fact hired by a third party to burgle Lady Elyth,” Rael explained smoothly. “So while Gavin Stone did perform the actual deed, the idea was not his own.” His voice had the same formal, all business tone it’d had when Gavin first met him, and yet this time there was a vague hint of...was it desperation? No, it couldn’t be. Gavin had to be just imagining things at this point.

The Emperor gave an interested hum. “Intriguing,” he remarked before turning to look at Gavin. “Is this true?” he inquired.

While Gavin hadn’t been planning on explaining the full circumstances of the robbery to the Emperor, he wasn’t about to deny it now that Rael had done so. Lying at this point would only make him look more suspicious than he already did. “Yes, sir,” Gavin replied, hoping the honorific wasn’t an improper term to use with the Emperor.

The giant sovereign gave a nod of understanding. He took a long, thoughtful pause as he considered the new information before focusing back on Gavin. “Is there a reason you didn’t report this?” he asked, a serious look in those yellow eyes of his.

God, it was intimidating enough being stared at by a giant, but being stared at by a giant who ruled over an entire dimension of giants was just something else entirely. And Gavin had thought meeting Orlando Bloom at a music festival when he was seventeen had been daunting. Gavin swallowed. “Keep it together,” he ordered himself. If he wanted the Emperor to treat him like a person, it was possible he would need to earn his respect first.

“Sir, whether I was hired or not doesn’t change the fact that I committed the crime,” Gavin started. “And since I don’t know the real name of the man who hired me, I didn’t see a point in reporting it to authorities.” There was also the fact that Gavin had never really been one to snitch, especially on his fellow criminals, but he wasn’t about to say that part in a room with a soldier and a political leader.

“I see,” the Emperor responded pensively. “Well, I consider taking responsibility for your own actions to be quite noble,” he told Gavin with complete sincerity in his voice. “Truthfully, I never took Ashryn’s suggestion very seriously,” he admitted. “I’ve worked quite hard to develop a peaceful and friendly relationship with humankind, and I am not about to undo that by mistreating my first human convict.”

Gavin’s eyes widened. Did he hear that right? Did the Emperor really just, one after the other, call him noble and say that he wouldn’t lock him up in a display cage? It was hard for Gavin not to let a wave of relief crash over him. The news was great, but he still didn’t know what fate did await him. Not being treated like an animal really was the bare minimum after all.

“Um...so what are you planning to do with me?” Gavin found himself asking. He was sick and tired of the uncertainty, of not knowing what was in store for him. Whatever his sentence might be, he just wanted to know what it was already so he could start figuring out how to cope with it.

The Emperor’s eyebrows lifted slightly. He seemed somewhat taken aback by Gavin’s abrupt question. It was possible the man wasn’t accustomed to being spoken to that way. Gavin hoped he hadn’t done something taboo. He wasn’t intending to be disrespectful, he just really didn’t know how to interact with literal royalty.

Apparently, the Emperor wasn’t too upset, because a small smile had taken form on his face. “Well,” he began, glancing back at Rael. “I find myself quite fascinated by your willingness to speak up in front of me in order to defend this human.”

“Is that what he did?” Gavin asked himself. Had Rael really been standing up for him? Was it really more than him just doing his job?

“You were aware that many important figures have negative opinions of Gavin Stone, and yet you risked your reputation by speaking up for him,” the Emperor went on.

Suddenly everything was beginning to make a lot more sense. The whole scene out in the hallway...it had been all about Rael protecting his reputation. He couldn’t choose a human over an alteon, lest he risk being looked down upon by his peers. Of course, none of that made what he’d done okay, but at least Gavin understood why now. “Does this mean he had some kind of change of heart...is that why he told the Emperor about me being hired…?” he pondered to himself.

The Emperor’s gaze suddenly returned to Gavin. “I believe I have decided what your sentence will be,” he announced firmly, a satisfied smile on his face that Gavin wasn’t sure how to take. “Since the two of you have clearly established the foundations of a relationship, I have decided that, in order to atone for your crime, you will serve under Rael as an assistant for a minimum of one year.”

Gavin’s mouth fell open, but before he could even form a coherent thought, he heard Rael’s stunned voice exclaim from behind him, “What?!”

The word had slipped from Rael’s mouth before he could stop it. He had just been so shocked by the Emperor’s announcement that all thoughts of propriety and manners suddenly flew out the window. “Sorry, your majesty,” he quickly recovered. “I just--I wasn’t expecting that.”

Take a human on as an assistant?! It was completely unheard of--of course it was unheard of, humans were tiny people who lived in another realm, why would one ever serve as an assistant to a common alteon soldier? Rael didn’t even know what to think. The Emperor clearly trusted him enough to put Gavin in his ward, but what the hell was Rael supposed to do with a diminutive person tagging along with him while he worked? Plus there was the matter of he and Gavin’s last encounter. Something told Rael the human didn’t much want to hang around with the person who had threatened him not once, but twice within a few hours.

“I’m aware that it’s unorthodox, but to be frank, this entire situation is unorthodox,” the Emperor stated. “This way, Gavin Stone will be able to serve his punishment while learning about and experiencing our realm.” It seemed the relationship between alteons and humans was even more important to the Emperor than Rael had realized--he was completely breaking away from the norm for the sake of diplomacy.

“Are you sure it won’t be too dangerous?” Rael had to ask. On a regular basis, his job wasn’t typically overly treacherous, but even the mildest thing to him could be potentially life threatening to someone as small as Gavin.

The Emperor offered a gentle smile. “I’m certain Gavin Stone will be quite safe in your hands, Rael.” It was easy for him to say that, he didn’t know what Rael had done just ten minutes prior--if he did, he would probably never let Gavin within a hundred feet of the temper-prone excuse for an Imperial Guard soldier.

“Uh--excuse me, sir,” Gavin piped up nervously. He was facing towards the Emperor, so Rael couldn’t see his facial expression. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to see it. “What exactly can someone like me do as an assistant?” the human inquired, voicing the question that Rael had been pondering.

“You will do whatever Rael requests of you,” the Emperor told him simply, then turning to Rael said, “You may utilize him as your assistant how you see fit, so long as he isn’t put in significant danger of course.” Rael couldn’t believe how much faith the Emperor seemingly had in him. Where did it come from? This was by far the longest interaction he’d ever had with the ruler of Iaela, so why did he seem to trust a random soldier so much? “I’ll have some furniture and attire made up to suit a human. You are also free to request any accommodations you think you may need,” the Emperor added, already scrawling down notes on a sheet of parchment.

Rael opened his mouth, but he had nothing to say. He just couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He’d gone from disliking humans to being made the guardian of one in a matter of hours. He still wasn’t sure about his opinion on humanity as a whole, but he couldn’t deny the fact that one particular human had penetrated the tough exterior he had built around himself.

Like it or not, Rael cared about Gavin. He never would have spoken up to the Emperor if he hadn’t. As strange and inexplicable as it may be, he needed to accept the reality of the situation. Gavin would be his ward for at least a year. They would be spending a lot of time with each other. Rael couldn’t keep pretending to be indifferent to the tiny man.

After being dismissed from the meeting with the Emperor, Gavin had been carried off by Rael, taken to what he could only assume was Rael’s quarters. The entire trip there had been silent, because what the hell was Gavin supposed to say? He was so mentally and emotionally confused at this point that he couldn’t even begin to make sense of anything.

Rael’s room was small and simple; it contained only a bed, side table, and little chest of drawers. On the way in, Gavin had noticed the hallway had been filled with doors, which led him to believe this area was entirely made up of the rooms of soldiers. At least Rael had his own space, the last thing Gavin needed at the moment was to be faced with more alteons.

“Gavin,” Rael spoke up, finally breaking the silence that had stretched out between the two of them. “I know you’re probably not pleased with this arrangement.” Gavin stared up at Rael from where he stood on the bedside table. The giant was sitting on his bed, but of course, he was still looming high over the human. “I...I understand why you would feel that way,” Rael’s voice was uncharacteristically hesitant, Gavin could hardly believe this was the same person who had yelled at him earlier.

A long sigh blew out from between Gavin’s lips. “I sure hope you’re leading up to an apology here,” he snipped, folding his arms firmly over his chest. He wasn’t going to put up with some indirect expression of regret, nah--that wasn’t going to fly. If Rael wanted his forgiveness, he would have to make an apology as clear and plain as day.

There was no derision or amusement on Rael’s face, just a solemn frown. “Ashryn wanted me to prove myself by...reigning you in,” the alteon explained in a stormy tone. “I was too afraid of harming my reputation to not take the bait.” Clearly Gavin’s assumptions had been right. “But I was wrong...and weak for not standing up to Ashryn. For that, I am sorry.” It was hard to believe Gavin was hearing those words being directed at him from Rael. A few hours ago it would have seemed impossible.

As good as it was to hear the apology, Gavin still felt like there was something Rael wasn’t entirely grasping. “Listen, I know I look pretty tough, but you’ve gotta realize how--how freaky it is when you use your size against me.” Admitting he was afraid wasn’t really something Gavin loved to do, especially considering he was trying to convince alteons that humans weren’t weak little babies, but Rael needed to know the effect his actions had.

The size disparity between the room’s occupants suddenly became even more strikingly apparent. Gavin was standing and Rael was sitting, and yet Rael still absolutely towered over the human. No matter how equal the two may be intellectually, Rael would always have a huge automatic advantage over Gavin--and that was something they would both have to come to adapt to if they were going to be living and working with each other for the foreseeable future.

“Are you afraid of me?” The sudden question stunned Gavin. He wasn’t sure why, because it had always been something in the back of his mind. Maybe it was just shocking hearing Rael ask it so bluntly.

Gavin paused. How was he supposed to answer this? He had definitely had fear inflicted on him by Rael on multiple occasions, but was he really and truly afraid of the guy? Gavin gave a weak shrug. “I don’t really know...I guess sometimes…” Rael gave a tight nod, as if he had been expecting that response. “But other times you’re just a big, awkward dork,” Gavin quickly added.

A very slight smile pulled at the corner of Rael’s lips. “Alright, I’ll promise not to use my size against you anymore, if you can promise not to call me a ‘dork’ again,” he said the words so seriously, and yet the growing grin on the alteon’s face gave him away.

Gavin chuckled. “Fine, but you gotta promise not to give me any weird assistant jobs, like polishing your scabbard or some shit.” He really didn’t know how much someone of his size could really be of use to a giant, but he supposed this arrangement was better than being thrown into a cage.

Rael raised a single dark eyebrow. “Oh, but you’re probably the only one that could actually reach the inside.”

A grumpy frown took shape on Gavin’s face. “Okay, next rule: no size jokes at my expense!”

A warm, genuine laugh escaped from Rael. In a flash the giant man was reaching forward, and before Gavin could dodge backwards, a massive index finger was ruffling his hair, making the already messy locks even more of a disaster. “No promises.”

Gavin let out a long sigh. Somehow he had gone from being a professional thief to the assistant to a gigantic, elf-eared man from another dimension. “At least it’s more exciting than being a damn doctor.”

I was originally gonna make this two parts but I decided to just make it one big chunky final chapter! This story was kind of like the introductory prologue to Gavin and Rael so there's definitely room for more about them in the future if people are interested. I had a ton of fun writing this and totally appreciate all the nice comments and such that I got!

I've got a busy few weeks ahead of me but feel free to send in prompts/commissions for my ocs. I just may take a little while to actually get to them.

#ending on lucky number 13 i guess #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #my writing #g/t fluff #oc: gavin stone #oc: rael

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heauxplesslydevoted · 5 years ago

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Green-Eyed Monster (Ethan x MC)

Summary: During a fundraising event for Edenbrook, Ethan’s jealousy gets the better of him.

Warning: NSFW!! 18+

Author’s Note: I wrote this 3 times. I hope you enjoy

2nd Author’s Note: Ethan is canonically rich. And I like reminding y’all of that fact.

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~v~

The ballroom of the Four Seasons is lit beautifully, the Dom Perignon is flowing freely, and he has some sort of fancy crab cake in his hand, but Ethan couldn’t care less about any of it.

He hates parties. That’s not a secret, everyone knows it and he’s always been vocal about it. The board thought getting all of Boston’s elite hoarded into one room was a sure fire way to get them to open their pockets. And by the looks of it, it is working. But Ethan doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about the pomp, the circumstance, the luxury of this ball, or the money that went into it.

He has eyes one one thing, and one thing only. Or, one woman only. Naomi Valentine.

There aren’t enough words in any of the languages he’s fluent in to describe the way she looks. Her normally curly hair is bone straight, falling right down her back, a few strands tucked behind her ears. He likes it like this, his view of her face unobstructed.

And her dress. Scarlet red, downright sinful, the neckline so deep and plunging, it shouldn’t be legal to wear it in public, the material clinging to her like a second skin.

He’s been quietly observing her all evening, watching as various men - and some women - fawned over her, flirted with her, flaunting their wealth, as if she cared about any of it. The only thing Naomi wants is for these people to write checks and save their place of employment.

She danced with politicians, attorneys, trust fund babies, real estate developers, the works. She’s currently swaying on the dance floor with some guy, though he can she’s not into the dance. The mystery man is talking, but he’s not holding her attention, not in the slightest.

But the mystery man makes a mistake. Ethan watches as his hand slides down her back, landing on the swell of her behind. Not wanting to cause a scene, Naomi simply twists out of his grasp.

Naomi has the situation under control. He sees that clearly, but Ethan doesn’t care. He doesn’t like that someone else is touching her, especially so intimately. Anger swells in the pit of his stomach.

He can’t stop him himself, even though he knows he should. He gets up from his seat at the bar, leaving the tiny crab cake, and marches over to where they’re at.

Wanting to make his presence known, Ethan clears his throat. The action garners Naomi’s attention and she stops dancing.

“Ethan!” She exclaims brightly. “How nice to see you.”

“Rookie,” Ethan greets back, purposely ignoring the man she’s standing next to. “Care to dance?”

“She’s a little busy, pal!” Ethan hears the man talking, his shrill voice a nuisance in Ethan’s ear, but still he pays it no mind.

Naomi is nicer than him though. She smiles at the other gentleman politely. “I’ll save a dance for you, Carl! And you can tell me all about your new yacht.”

That seems to do the trick as the man steps aside and walks off.

Ethan holds out a hand for Naomi, which she eagerly accepts. They begin swaying in time to the music. “You looked like you needed a save. That guy was too handsy.”

“I was managing him just fine, but thank you anyway,” Naomi replies. “He was just so dull. Most of these people are.”

“I’d never know it by looking at you. You have a much better poker face than I do.”

“I grew up around people like this. I know how they operate. Give them a few well-placed compliments, and they’re putty in your hands.”

Ethan doesn’t have a reply for her. He just holds her close, vaguely aware of their surroundings. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Red looks good on you.”

“It happens to be my boyfriend’s favorite color,” Naomi explains, her hand mindlessly stroking the back of Ethan’s tuxedo jacket. “I wanted something to really wow him tonight. Do you think it’s working?”

“Oh you have no idea how well your plan is working, Rookie.”

She pulls back only slightly, looking at Ethan’s face. His blue eyes have grown darker. “I think I have some idea the effect I have on him.”

Three months. It’s been three months since that fateful night at Ethan’s apartment where he kissed her. After that, the doctors decided to see if their mutual attraction towards one another was worth exploring.

And while no one else knows of the relationship, opting to keep it just between them for as long as they could, Naomi and Ethan had never been happier.

“You look so beautiful tonight, and every guy in here is ogling you.”

“Ogling?” Naomi rolls her eyes. Ethan could be so dramatic when he wanted.

“Yes, ogling. I’m not a fan of it.”

“Well, you’re going to absolutely hate what happens later,” Naomi says with a sigh.

“Why, what happens later?”

“The auction.” Naomi swallows hard. “I’m one of the doctors participating in the people auction.”

“What?”

“My friends all volunteered, and they signed me up as well. I couldn’t say no, they all think I’m single and it’d just raise too many questions.”

Ethan frowns. The thought of these rich scumbags fighting over a chance to take his girlfriend out on a date didn’t sit well with him. It was annoying enough not being the only one she danced with throughout the evening.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Naomi continues. “But they sprung it on me yesterday, and I knew you would be upset. Please don’t be mad at me.”

He sighs. “I’m not mad at you. I just don’t want anyone else getting a chance to wine and dine you.”

“You worried I’m going to leave you for one of these pretentious bores?” Naomi smiles, teasingly. “You know better than anyone that rich and old happens to be my type.”

Ethan’s hand travels down the small of her back, and he feels her shudder under his featherlight touch. “What did I tell you about calling me old, Naomi?”

“I like seeing you jealous,” Naomi continues.

“Is that right? Was that your plan all along, to make me envious of the other people here tonight?”

She shakes her head. “No, it happens to be an unintended outcome of the evening, but I’m happy nonetheless.”

Without warning, Ethan pulls Naomi flush against him. A quiet groan escapes her upon contact with him. She looks around to see if anyone heard anything. Thankfully, everyone else is too wrapped up in their own dancing.

Ethan lowers his head close to her ear, just to make sure no one else is listening. His breath is warm on her neck and he feels her shift her weight from one foot to the other, squirming. “I’m really tired of sharing you.”

“Oh, really?” Ethan can hear the challenge in her tone. “Well, there’s still a few more hours left in the evening. I think you can be a team player until then.”

“But I don’t want to be a team player.” His hand is on her hip, squeezing so fiercely through her dress, Naomi is sure she’s going to bruise. She likes it. “You, in this god forsaken dress, waltzing around here with men that would kill for even 5 minutes alone with you? How ever will I survive?”

“You’re a patient man,” Naomi says. “You’ll manage.”

Ethan spins Naomi away from him, and she twirls back into his arms. The song that’s playing reaches its crescendo, and he can tell it’ll be over soon. “I won’t. I want you all to myself.”

“Yeah?”

“I want you, all alone with me, in our room,” Ethan whispers.

Naomi surprised him earlier, getting them a suite for the evening. She knew that with all the drinking they’d be doing, driving home was going to be impossible. Plus, it’d be a fun little retreat, a romantic night for just the two of them.

“I want you out of this dress,” Ethan continues. “I want you under me, writhing uncontrollably.”

“Ethan…”

“Saying my name, just like that. Or louder, I’m not a picky man.”

Thank God he’s holding her, because her knees are buckling. Liquid heat pools in the pit of her stomach, and she rests her head on Ethan’s shoulder. She pants hard, trying to keep her composure. They’re in a crowded room, full of colleagues and Boston’s most influential residents, and she’s getting dizzy with desire.

“That sounds fun.”

“You think you can make it upstairs in 10 minutes?” Ethan asks. The song ends and he steps back, letting Naomi go. She wobbles slightly, adjusting to standing on her own two feet.

Once she’s steady, Naomi clears her throat and locks eyes with the man in front of her. “I’ll meet you there in 7.”

~v~

Naomi makes it to their suite in 6 minutes, tops. As soon as she saw him swagger out of the ballroom like the smug jackass that he is, she grabbed another champagne flute and quickly downed it, letting the bubbles coat her tongue. Once she’s done with that, she makes her own exit and heads off to meet Ethan.

Their suite is lovely, with a gorgeous view of Boston Common. On any other day, Naomi would be able to appreciate that, but not now.

She pushes open the double doors to their bedroom, and she finds Ethan. He’s staring out the window thoughtfully, but her entrance gains his attention.

He checks his watch with a smirk. “You got here sooner than I anticipated.”

“What can I say? You were down there making some pretty hefty claims. I had to see if you were really going to put your money where your mouth is.”

“I plan on putting my mouth on a lot of different places, Rookie.” Ethan shrugs off his tuxedo jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair and he loosens the cuffs of his shirt. Slowly, he walks over to the large king-sized bed and sits casually. Crooking a finger, he summons Naomi over, and she nearly trips over herself in a rush to be near him.

Neither one of them speaks as Ethan silently appraises his girlfriend, figuring out where to start first.

He picks her feet, and he bends down, his fingers reaching her ankle where the shoes are strapped. “How attached are you to these shoes?”

Of all the things he could’ve said, that wasn’t what she was expecting. “W-what?”

“I’m trying to figure out how much care I should exercise with them,” Ethan explains.

“They’re Aquazzura and they cost me $800. If you break the strap or the heel, I can’t be held responsible for whatever harm comes your way.”

“Even if I replace them?”

“Even then.”

“Fair enough.” Ethan carefully unbuckles her heels and she steps out of them. He trails a finger up and down the back of her calf, reveling in the softness of her skin before looking up at her. “Take off your dress.”

“You don’t want to do the honors?”

“Trust me, I do. But if I get my hands on it, I can’t promise that I won’t rip it off of you.”

Naomi’s very tempted to let him do just that, but she reaches around and unzips it herself. It falls to the floor in one fell swoop, and she steps out of it.

The dress didn’t call for a bra, so Ethan is rewarded with an uninterrupted view of her. He sucks in a deep breath at the sight. Naomi in that dress was a vision, but this is her in his favorite form.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of her thong and he slides it down. She does the rest of the work and impatiently kicks it away.

And now she’s just standing here, stark naked, subject to his piercing gaze while he’s still fully dressed. The obviousness of the power dynamic makes her shift uncomfortably.

Ethan grabs her hips and pulls her forward, so she can straddle his lap. His hands find her face and he cradles it. “You’re so beautiful.” His mouth crashes against hers, not allowing her the chance to reply to the compliment.

Naomi grabs hold of his shoulders in order to not fly backwards due to sheer force. Ethan set an undeniable tone. Urgent, hot, demanding. His hands keep her in place, locked in the sensual embrace. Not that she’d ever willingly leave his arms, now or ever.

His tongue invades her mouth, clashing with her own and he groans. He can still taste the champagne on her, something light and bubbly. It’s intoxicating.

All too soon, Ethan breaks the kiss, leaving Naomi breathless and buzzing with energy. His hands leave her face and roam freely, exploring.

“I have a challenge for you,” he says, his lips finding the column of her neck.

He sucks on her pulse, and she finds it hard to concentrate. “Huh?”

“I want you to stay quiet. Absolutely no sounds.”

“I thought you wanted me saying your name.”

“You will,” Ethan assures her, and the promise makes her stomach clench. “But right now I want you to be quiet.”

“And if I don’t keep quiet?” Naomi challenges. Ethan cups one of her breasts in the palm of his hand and squeezes, the pad of his thumb circling her nipple.

“Then you don’t get to cum. I go back downstairs and I leave you here like this.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

With a raised eyebrow, Ethan pulls at her nipple, twisting it between his thumb and index finger. Naomi gasps. “Are you willing to challenge me on that?”

Naomi’s head is fuzzy but she swallows hard. She nods, not willing to test him on this front. “Fine. I’ll be quiet.”

Ethan smiles. “Good.” He kisses her with a renewed energy and his unoccupied hand travels down to her thigh, his nails scraping against the flesh.

Naomi bucks in his lap. She’s shaking and her fingers are digging into his shoulders. The anticipation of what he’s going to do is killing her and she’s almost afraid to breathe.

His finger slides between her thighs teasingly, and before she gets a chance to respond, Ethan slides a single digit between her folds. It catches her by surprise and she gasps.

Ethan tsks one disapproval. “Silence, Naomi.”

Fuck you, she thinks, but she obeys regardless. Her nails dig deeper into his shoulder blades and she tries her hardest to stay quiet.

He moves at an unnaturally slow pace, not allowing Naomi to settle into a rhythm. Any other time, she’d spur him on. “Harder, deeper, more,” is what she wants to say, but he’s cursed her with silence. Instead she buries her face in the crook of his neck.

Ethan continues his torture, enjoying the view. A hot and bothered Naomi is a sight unrivaled, and he’d keep her like this forever if it was possible. He can feel the tension rolling off of her in waves, all the muscles in her thighs and abdomen tight with the effort it’s taking to keep quiet.

He adds another finger and groans. “Fuck, Rookie. You feel so good. So tight, so wet, and all for me.”

She needs to breathe. Her lungs are tight, her chest heaving against his, but he has her walking a tightrope right now, and one false move can end it all.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Ethan continues, the rough pad of his thumb sliding against once, twice, three times. “And you’re all mine. How did I get so lucky?”

Naomi’s skin flushes furiously. He knows she’s has kink for him talking during sex. On their volition her hips rise and fall, rise and fall, trying to keep pace with him. As soon as she does, his fingers slow down, dragging her from the edge of ecstasy, before speeding up again.

He does this repeatedly, the randomness of his movements making her head spin. Every nerve in her body is on fire, and she can feel the pressure building in the pit of her stomach.

So close, so close, don’t stop, plays in her head on a continuous loop as Ethan keeps working against her. The pressure builds, a heat settling in her veins and before she can stop herself a quiet, “Yes,” slips past her lips.

The energy in the room changed instantly. Ethan stills his fingers, then removes them, and Naomi feels the panic bubbling up and she pulls back to look Ethan in the eye.

“Oh, Naomi,” Ethan frowns.

“Don’t stop.”

“You violated the deal, Rookie. You were supposed to be quiet.”

She could cry in this moment, the frustration too much to bear.

“And you were doing so good,” Ethan adds, kissing the side of her head. “You were so close, weren’t you?” He toys with her, his finger sliding up and down her slit, doing nothing more than teasing her entrance.

When she’s back to herself, and not the ridiculous mess of flesh and lust that he’s reduced her to, she’s going to fucking kill him.

A whimper is pulled from her throat when his fingers plunge into her again.

“Come on, Naomi, I’m allowing you to use your words. Tell me how close you are. Let me know how badly you want to cum. You’re right there.”

Naomi really doesn’t not want to give him the satisfaction of begging, stroking his ridiculous ego, but there’s no room for foolish pride when your boyfriend has his hand between your legs.

She moans, broken and terse. Now that she’s finally allowed to talk again, words escape her.

“Please…” is the only speech she’s finally able to muster up. Groundbreaking.

“Please, what? What do you want me to do to you?” His finger thrusts into her again without warning, slow and languid. “Do you want me to do more of this?”

“Yes! Ethan, please dontfuckingstop!” She’s not sure if the words are coherent, but she doesn’t care. She got them out, and that’s what matters.

Ethan smiles, his mission accomplished. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The teasing doesn’t register because all Naomi can focus on is the pounding of her pulse, the feeling of his hands, the smell of his cologne. She can feel it building again, the fire deep in her core. She’s so close. So cl–

He stops. Again. This time, he wraps an arm around the small of her back and flips them, Naomi’s back hitting the soft down comforter dramatically.

Now she wants to scream at him. “Ethan, I seriously cannot–”

Ethan doesn’t give her a chance to chastise him because in a flash, he’s dropped to his knees, his hands on her ankles pulling her forward on the bed with an unexpected roughness.

“Be as loud as you want now, Naomi. I think you’ve more than earned it.”

His beard scrapes against her inner thigh, and god, she’s glad she convinced him to keep it. Slowly his tongue darts out, flattening against her folds.

Her hips fly off the bed against her will, arching to meet his mouth. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, Naomi pulls, keeping him in place. “Fuck!”

The expletive works as encouragement and Ethan continues this work, his tongue alternating between expertly lapping at her folds and flicking against her clit. Naomi grips his hair tighter, earring a deep growl from Ethan. The vibration alone is enough to send her flying.

“Please, right there,” Naomi begs. If he kept it up just a little while longer, she’d finally get to taste the release he’s denied her.

His fingers nudge at her entrance again, sliding in with ease, and lips wrap around her swollen nub and he sucks hard, and that’s all it takes.

Her orgasm is something that’s long and drawn out, a culmination of teasing, anticipation and sheer relief. Her entire body goes tense as the sensation holds her in a vice grip, and then finally, she relaxes, falling back onto the bed.

“You okay?”

She can’t tell if Ethan’s genuinely asking or if he’s being cocky. It doesn’t matter either way. “I’m dead. You killed me. RIP Naomi.”

“Yeah?”

Naomi nods. “Yeah.”

“Good. Because we’re just getting started, Valentine.”

Ethan stands up and quickly unbuttons his shirt, letting it slide to the floor next to her dress. Next are his shoes and pants. Any other time, Naomi would be right there with him, on him liking a second skin, helping him get rid of the clothes, but every bone in her body feels like it’s been replaced with Jell-O. She’s content just watching this time around.

He slides his boxer-briefs off, not intentionally putting on a show, but Naomi can’t help but stare. For all the compliments he pays her, Ethan, naked and painfully hard with arousal for her and her alone, is a masterpiece.

In a flash, he’s all over her, his hands interlocking with hers above her head, pressing her into the mattress. Ethan captures her in a heated kiss the moment he enters her, swallowing whatever guttural sound she was going to make.

His thrusts start out slow and measured, but they quickly grow more frenzied as his control over the situation slips. Naomi arches, desperate to meet his pace, but she’s crushed under him, pretty much immobile.

Needing to do something, Naomi swings her thigh over him, the heel of her foot pressing into his lower back. The pressure forces him deeper, something she didn’t think was possible.

Her head snaps back pressing further into the mattress and Ethan takes advantage, his mouth finding purchase on the exposed skin, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck before sinking his teeth in, biting down hard before soothing the flesh with his tongue.

That’s going to leave a mark, but that’s nothing Naomi can bring herself to care about because the mix of pain and pleasure is heady and all-consuming.

The obnoxious bite is a sign. He wants to claim her, mark his territory. She knows he has a possessive streak, but this is new.7

“Ethan, oh god.”

She can feel him smirking against her, and his thrusts pick up in tempo once more. “Say it again,” he demands, groaning into her skin.

“Ethan,” Naomi repeats, her voice going up an octave. He’s about to make her cum again, she can feel it.

He frees her hands, and while she enjoyed the intimacy of the position, she’s glad to be free. Her hands roam, one gripping the hair at the nape of his neck, the other digging into his shoulder blade. His hands grip her hips, somehow pulling her even closer.

“How close are you?” Ethan asks, his voice gruff.

“V-very.”

The thrusts become sloppier as they both chase the inevitable release. Soon the only sounds that can be heard are their shallow breaths and their slick skin colliding against each other.

Fire floods Ethan’s veins and he reaches between them, pinching at her bundle of nerves once more. A pleasant growl settles in his chest at the way she clenches around him.

“Let go, Naomi,” Ethan demands. “Right now.”

The command is more than enough to send her over the edge again, her body tensing, toes curling. She comes undone with a silent cry, her nails piercing into the skin of his back.

Her release triggers his own. It doesn’t take much, one more deep thrust and he moans, spilling inside of her, hot and urgent.

He rolls off of her and Naomi inhales deeply, not realizing just how crushing his weight was. Neither one of them says anything for a while, just trying to catch their breath and get their heart rates back down.

“Fuck,” Naomi says, still shaky and breathless. She turns her head and looks at Ethan with a smirk. “I should get you jealous more often.”

~v~

The couple takes their time getting dressed again, not yet ready to go back downstairs. They lazed around in bed for a while before taking the world’s quickest shower and searching for their clothes that are scattered around the suite.

“How long have we been gone?” Naomi asks, sliding on her shoes.

“Too long.”

“I know my friends are wondering where the hell I am.”

“I’m sure you’ll find an excuse.”

“Of course. I’m nothing if not quick on my feet.” Naomi turns around and sees Ethan readjusting his bow tie in the mirror. She walks over and leans into his side. “Is it bad that I just want to stay up here with you?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“What if I want to tempt you?”

Ethan groans and drops a kiss onto the side of Naomi’s head. “You little seductress. Don’t you have an auction to be a part of?”

“About that, I wasn’t thinking. If you’re really uncomfortable, I won’t do it.”

Ethan dismisses the statement with a hand wave. “Nonsense. You’re a big girl, I trust you, and if you want to do it, you should. Besides, I have a feeling you’re going to make this hospital a lot of money.”

“Okay.” She spins around and poses dramatically. “How do I look?

“Like you just got thoroughly ravished by your boyfriend. Absolutely perfect.”

Naomi makes it back down to the ballroom by herself. It’s later in the evening, so more people are out on the dance floor, and the drinks are still flowing.

Sienna is the first one to spot her. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you. Were you getting any of my texts?”

“Sorry, Si. I haven’t checked my phone all night.”

“Where the heck have you been?” She asks.

Naomi shrugs, noncommittal. “Wandering around mostly. This hotel is huge, I almost got lost.”

“What happened to your hair?”

Naomi touches the crown of her head. While she was getting freshened up, the humidity of the shower made her curls come back, so she decided to throw it in a messy bun.

“I got really warm,” Naomi explains. “It was too much effort to keep it down, and it was making my neck and back hot.”

Sienna seems to believe the excuse because she simply shrugs and nods. “Okay!” She grabs Naomi’s hand and drags her along. “Come one, Dr. Banerji says it’s almost time to start the auction.”

All of the people participating in the people auction line up on stage, as Naveen acts as the emcee.

It wasn’t just people auctioning themselves off for dates. A Celtics player offered up seats in the VIP suite at their arena, restaurants offering certificates to get private dining experiences, Ethan even offered up his box seats at the Citizens Bank Opera House for one evening.

When they got to actually auctioning off dates, Bryce was naturally a hit, with two women bidding back and forth until $1500 was reached.

“And for our next participant of the evening, we have Dr. Naomi Valentine!”

Naomi steps up to the podium next to Naveen and she’s met with polite applause from the audience. She’s never been shy before, but being part of the crowd and looking down on them are two different experiences.

“Let’s start the bidding at $100.”

“$100!”

“$150!”

“$150, do I hear $200?”

“$250!”

“Someone’s eager!” Naveen teases. “How about $275?”

$400!”

“$450!”

This goes on for a while, various men throwing out numbers, vying for Naomi’s hand.

“$2000!” Naomi scans the crowd and sees it's the guy she was dancing with earlier before Ethan cut in Carl Something or Another.

“$2000! $2000 going once, going twice–”

“$15,000!”

The number is so not what Naomi was expecting to hear, she nearly loses her balance. Holy shit, someone wanted to spend that much money? On her?

Murmurs fill the crowd as the guests all turn to one another, gossiping aloud.

“$15,000 going once, going twice, sold!” Naveen scans the audience and chuckles. “Sold to Edenbrooks’ very own Dr. Ethan Ramsey! Step up and come greet your date, son!”

Naomi’s eyes nearly bug out of her head as Ethan saunters onto the stage, a lopsided grin on his face. Naomi can feel the arrogance rolling off of him in waves.

All of the Edenbrook employees in attendance immediately begin talking. Of course there was talk of Ethan and Naomi maybe being a thing, but this confirms it.

“What on earth are you doing?” She asks, looking around. Everyone’s staring at them.

“Bidding.”

“A small down payment on a house?”

“What? I can afford it.” Ethan shrugs. “Besides, you couldn’t have possibly thought I was going to let someone else get this honor.”

Naomi narrows her eyes at him and laughs. “You know, you’re really crazy when you’re acting possessive and jealous.”

“I know.” Ethan steps forward and wraps an arm around Naomi’s waist. “And you love it.”

“I kind of do.”

He kisses her, earning a few whoops and whistles – and one rogue “Get it, Nay!” from Sienna – from the crowd. When he pulls away, the apples of Naomi’s cheeks are a deep red, not used to this level of attention all at once.

“So, now that I’ve proved my point, how about we get out of here? I think I need to take you on a date that’s worth $15,000.”

#playchoices #choices: stories you play #open heart #dr. ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ns*fw

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icetomeetya · 4 years ago

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Wiztober Day 9: Mouse

Just gonna start my saying I have NO idea what to do so enjoy whatever my brain comes up with.

I mention calling cards later on in the story, which are my way of explaining how wizards can teleport and private message other wizards.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, apocalyptic destruction

Rachel walked into the library, head buzzing with worries about her most recent dream. A circle of fingers. A downpour of blood. And Ravenwood, utterly destroyed, with not a remnant of the school left. Bartleby still remained in the middle, but his eyes were gone, and he was eerily still.

For anyone else, it’d simply be a nightmare. But for a conjurer...it was a warning. A vision of the future if nothing else changed.

The balance girl Rachel looked forward to seeing at their regular table was there, of course—where else would she be—and when she noticed Rachel sitting down, she nodded once, not looking up from her book. Rachel nodded back with a slight smile; they rarely talked, but she knew could sense that they had some form of connection. She felt safe around her, and she knew the other girl felt the same way.

After so many prophetic dreams, Rachel kept a copy of Dissecting Prophetic Dreams: 3rd Edition on her at all times. At least, when she could; she was often fighting with all the other myth students to be able to keep a copy. She stroked the well-worn spine before opening it, the familiar aroma of the pages drifting towards her, and for the first time that morning, she felt like she could breathe.

Let’s see...page 406, yep, my memory’s still good. “Analyzing Details.” Let’s see... She began flipping the pages as she searched for the specifics of her dream. The book included almost every single object one could possibly dream of, so to get to the sections that concerned her, she whipped through the pages, chunks at a time. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the balance girl look up, raise an eyebrow, frown, then return to her book.

Blood sea, blood storm, blood racing, blood rain. Here we go.

“The obvious, as you already know, is that great bloodshed is coming.

What is less obvious is that, much like rain, the bloodshed will decimate an entire area, suffocating it in violence and pain. People may protect themselves from the violence, much like one can hide under an umbrella or inside to stay dry, but the bloodshed will be much harder to avoid. Even if not everyone is personally affected, every place will be. Covered in thick, cloying blood. The place you dream of will never be the same afterwards. If you dream of blood rain, alert the authorities immediately,” the book read.

For the first time in her life, Rachel slammed a book shut, panting. The balance girl leaped out of her seat, then dogeared her book, closing it to give Rachel her full attention. “What’s wrong.”

“I-I-I...I dreamed of something awful coming and the book says that means that Ravenwood will be subject to a lot of bloodshed and everywhere will be destroyed and there were more things in my dream I wanted to look up, b-but I can’t stomach anything else,” Rachel choked out, keeping her voice low as to not alert the other people in the library. “I-I don’t know what to do.”

“What else was in your dream? Maybe we can figure out exactly what this threat is, and stop it,” Balance Girl asked.

Rachel stared at her as if she had grown another head. “We? What? N-No, the book says that we have to contact authorities; this is serious. I’m going to tell Merle.”

Balance Girl snorted. “Oh sure, do that first. Just remember, he’s going to send off a herd of children to deal with it anyways. If they die, he’ll just send another.”

“How can you be so cold towards him? He’s our headmaster,” Rachel protested.

Balance Girl shrugged, but a scowl spread across her face. “He forced me and my twin into battle to get my sister to come back and ‘be the hero.’ In other words, die so he doesn’t have to send in less expendable people. My twin died. I didn’t.”

Cold dread settled in Rachel’s stomach, then a revelation hit her, as sudden and strong as a brick thrown by an angry bodybuilder. “He did that? I never realized...I thought Rowan came back of her own free will.”

Balance Girl—rather, Taylor Starglade—shrugged again, though that didn’t remove any of the tension in her body. “He did. So why do you think he’d send in competent people to stop this?”

“W-Well, this is massive, this could destroy Ravenwood as we know it, even Bartleby was essentially dead,” Rachel protested.

“Malistaire can also destroy Ravenwood! Who knows what he’s doing in Marleybone! He’s pretty much the biggest imminent threat we have right now; he sank his own school. And Ambrose sends a fourteen year old,” Taylor said, leaning back in her chair. “Who’s nearly died several times before but who cares, right? Who cares. Go ahead and tell Ambrose, but don’t be surprised if he only acts when at least ten of his ‘heroes’ are dead.”

Rachel flinched at the bitterness in Taylor’s tone, but she knew she was right. She never thought about how awful it was to make one single child go through all of that—why didn’t any older wizards step in? “Okay, but why are you volunteering us to solve this? And why do you want to join me if this is a problem I discovered?”

“Well, look. Some poor sap is going to get in way over their heads, and the best person to handle this, well, since no one stronger than us will step in, is the person receiving updates about this situation. And I figured you’ve—err, what’s your name again?—been nice enough to me, so I’ll tag along,” Taylor explained.

“Rachel Dawnsong. Anyways, don’t you disappear every time Merle gives you a mission? You’ve talked about it before,” Rachel asked, leaning forward. What did Taylor really want? That couldn’t be all, could it?

Taylor let out a long sigh. “Yeah. But this is my own choice. Everyone says that I suck, that I’m lazy, that I should be out there. Well, most people. See, I do want to help people. But I want to help in a way that I choose, a way that feels right for me. And if I deal with any of Malistaire’s people? Sister dearest is going to throw me in a dungeon so that I never do that again. This is finally something I can help with, and if me joining keeps someone else from getting hurt or dying? Great.”

Oh boy. Does she hate her sister or love her? I can’t tell. “Listen, this is dangerous,” Rachel insisted. “I don’t think we should get involved at all. Maybe we can ask some of the older students, or...or some of the adults? They’d be able to handle it.”

With a snort, Taylor crossed her arms. “You think any of them would care? And if they care, would they have the time? They’re already fighting against Malistaire’s army. Besides, what if they’re the ones causing this problem? What if they’re what’s going to bring around this bloodshed?”

Rachel’s heart stopped; she never considered that approach. But... “How do I know you’re not part of this too?”

Taylor raised her eyebrows, then laughed. “Well. Didn’t expect that, but I’m glad you’re doubting me, believe it or not. Don’t trust anyone. I guess you can’t know I’m not part of this, but...hmm. We’ve already swapped calling cards, so you can teleport to me at any time to make sure I’m not up to anything, but that’s not enough...here,” she said, digging around her bag to pull out a thin slip of paper with the myth school logo drawn on it. Tanner Starglade, Novice was written on the front in thin black letters. “My brother’s calling card. I didn’t expect it to still work, but when I tried it last time, it brought me to his grave. I tried to communicate with him, but that doesn’t work. Only the teleportation,” Taylor explained, with an awkward cough at the end. Though her words were blunt, she didn’t meet Rachel’s eyes.

“Why are you giving this to me?” Rachel frowned.

“You don’t know if you can trust me, so I’m giving you a quick way out if you ever get cornered or stuck. Plus this is valuable to me, so, y’know,” Taylor shrugged.

Rachel winced, then took the card with hesitation. “Maybe you can do this alone? I’ll give your brother’s card back...”

Taylor shook her head fiercely. “I need you to connect what we see with your dreams in real time. You’re important here.”

“Why me of all people...why couldn’t it have been some other Myth student...” Rachel muttered to herself. “I can’t do this.”

“You can,” Taylor insisted, staring straight into Rachel’s eyes. “We can, and we will. We have no time to waste. This is the time to act.”

#wizard101 #wiztober2020 #wiztober

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golddaggers · 6 years ago

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come here, lover boy

pairings: thor x reader, steve x reader (tho its friendship only)

warnings: hmm, cursing and mentions of sex. but not reaaaally explict.

a/n: i wrote this after i watched dirty dancing. what? its one of my comfort movies. either way, it’s just a short, quick thing that i hope y’all enjoy (?). well. lemme know.

word count: 1,5k+

If there was anything that could tear apart his soldier focus, it was definitely the rhythmic sway of your hips, going low as they wiggled to the late seventies song. It was sexy, hypnotising even. Thor just couldn't keep his eyes away, wishing he could go up there and wrap his arms around your waist, feeling the gentle rub of your ass against his own hips as you two danced together.

Sighing, he sat back on the couch and took a sip of his bear in hopes that it would help soothe the discomfort growing within his trousers. It was taking all of his strength to not drop your mutual agreement to keep your relationship a secret from the rest of the Avengers, because all he wanted to do that very second was to feel your skin, your arms around him. And pretty honestly, your wet pussy under his fingers. He wanted to show you off.

"You should talk to her, you know," Bucky said, sitting beside him and giving a friendly pat on Thor's shoulder. "She doesn't bite."

"Oh, but she does." The thunder god mumbles under his breath, smirking upon remembering the events from the night before.

"What?"

"Nothing. You're right, I should talk to her." There's a heaviness in his words, suddenly doubting why you should keep your love a secret. There were good points when you talked about it, though he could only really focus on the tight bra pushing up your breasts in a way that it was not fair. "Is she with someone, though?"

"Hmm, I mean, I don't know." He shrugs. "Maybe she's got a little thing going on with Steve, but he wouldn't tell me no matter what I did, so I can’t tell."

"Oh really?" A pang of jealousy hits him hard, gazing up to find you still dancing excitedly, the cute, tiny dress going up and down tauntingly. "What makes you think so?"

An answer wasn't necessary as a loud squeal brought the men's attention to the centre of the room, you jumping happily to the track that had just begun.

Since it was a seventies night party, all it had been playing was some old tunes you apparently love, Thor presumed. This one, however, he knew you liked quite a lot because very often he'd find you dancing to it.

"Steve!" Your voice got Thor's eyes sewed to you. "Come on, dance with me. You know this one!"

"I'm not sure, Sweetkins." The nickname makes a smile creep up in your lips, a thunder cracking in the clear sky as soon as you do so. You have learnt to ignore when that happens, every minimum disturbance on Thor's emotions can cause such things. "I can't really dance."

"Oh shut it, Stevie."

The "Love is Strange" lyrics are still playing in the background when you engulf Steve into your arms, guiding his hands dangerously low on your hips, then resting yours on his shoulders. You had on the highest heels in your wardrobe, possibly why you were able to dance nicely with him, your bodies grinding together to the sexy tune.

It was mean of you to tease him like that, to bring out the jealousy from the depths of your thunder god. In your defence, you had told him countless times Steve was just a friend you liked hanging out with, that he was nice and sweet. Plus he had his eyes on somebody else, which was exactly why you were dancing with him like that. You wanted to urge jealousy from her so she’d finally speak up about her feelings towards Steve.

“Thor is going to kill me.” He mumbles into your ear, your body being thrown back lightly only to be jerked back up. “Have you seen the way he’s looking at us?”

“Shhh.” You giggle, placing two fingers against his lips. “Only you know, Steve, plus I told him nothing is going between us. He trusts me.”

“I don’t think he trusts me, though.”

Hiding your face on the crook of his neck, you laugh again, another thunder roaring outside. You remark yourself to have a really serious conversation with him about that. The song was nearly over when you were startled by the sound of a door being slammed, so strongly you feared it'd go off of the hinges. A sigh escaped as you unwrapped your arms from your friend, whispering that you'd take care of that situation.

As you made your way into the balcony, your mind swirled around the fact if your friends suspected of your involvement with the mighty Thor, they were now sure something was going on. Not that you were embarrassed by him or anything. God, no. You wanted to rub him on each person who ever diminished you and made you feel hard to love.

Thor loved you easily, that's why you wanted to keep him as your little secret.

"Thor…" Carefully placing your hand on his middle back, you feel him tense up. "Why'd you leave like that?"

"Why do you care?"

"Oi!" It comes off louder than you expected it to be. "Don't treat me like that, mister."

"Fine. Then tell me something." Thor suddenly turns to you, eyes in a dark shade of blue, filled with resentment. "You work so hard to keep us a secret, you say that it could be dangerous for both of us, but I don't see you holding back with the Captain."

"Because everybody knows he's just my friend." A low grunt rumbles on his chest, you inch closer to him. "Are you jealous, my love?"

Dropping his shoulders in defeat, Thor gives his back to you, gazing up at the dark sky, greyish clouds gathering together once he does so. It looks like it's going to rain soon. You realise that this little stunt of yours got to him more than it should have. You hate that you made him feel insecure about your relationship, it was never really the point.

If Thor wants a dance, he’ll get a dance.

"Come here, lover boy." You mumble, mimicking the song you were dancing with Steve just a few minutes ago. He doesn't answer, he doesn't even flinch. "Oh, lover boy…"

There’s a slight change of weight between his long legs, although he’s still not looking at you. Smacking your lips, you move closer to him again, wounding your arms around his waist, your hands dipping under the loose t-shirt he was wearing, crawling up to his chest, brushing the sizzling skin. Only then you notice him relax a little, his guard still very much up.

“Baby...” Tracing up to the toned muscles on his back with your nose, you take in his inebriating smell, clinging to the feeling of him shuddering under the palms of your hands. “My sweet baby…”

In a swift movement, so fast you can’t even tell what’s happening, Thor has you pressed against the wall, the chill temperature and the fact he’s so close to you makes it hard to breathe. Your breasts bump into his abdomen lightly, arms wrapping around his neck while he lifts you up by holding the back of your thighs, hands so large gripping the tender flesh.

A quiet moan leaves your lips, fuelling him to move his hips against yours even further.

“You’re the one.” You finish. “The only one for me, my love.”

“I cannot stay mad at you, can I, my queen?” Thor’s voice is raspy, so deep that if your core could scream, it would be doing so at full lung capacity. “Do want to leave his party?”

“I have the feeling that if we don’t, you’re just going to take me right here.” A chuckle trembles on the crook of your neck, the prickling of his beard lighting a fire within you. “And I’m really not in the mood to put up with Tony’s witty remarks about my sex life.”

“So you are no longer concerned about them knowing about us?” It shoots off mixed sensations, a wave of guilt washing over you again.

“No. I don’t care anymore.” You answer softly, cupping his cheeks. “I love you. You have no idea how much.”

“So do I, Sól mín.”

The sound of his voice when speaking in his first language send chills down your spine, so you hug him like you’re afraid to let him go or move away from you. Every moment with him is like that, an abrasive will to forever be by his side, to eat him whole and be eaten by him. It was crazy how much she needed him.

“What does that mean?”

“My sun.” He says, helping you down so you can finally leave. “That’s what you are to me.”

“The sun is actually a pretty small star.”

“Hmm, you are a pretty small star too, my queen.” Thor mocks, patting the top of your head. “But I love you nonetheless.”

“Come, otherwise we will have to put up with Tony’s jokes because I most certainly will rip your clothes off and make love to you right here.”

He laughs, guiding you out through the people and towards the exit of the building. The eyes of all of your friends never leave the two of you, but, at that moment, you’re happy and nothing else matters.

tags!

marvel: @frenfics

thor: @lancsnerd @odinson-barnes

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smolbeandrabbles · 5 years ago

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Flaws - Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x Reader (Animal Kingdom)

Happy Birthday @mandy23b - I love you ❤ So I have too much of a thing for this GIF...

Author’s Note: You know that the Andrew Cody I write is always a nice mix of both of them so...

Hopefully you enjoy whatever angle you’re looking at this from... ...And if you have the perspective of both, I hope you enjoy twice! First let me tag the #AndrewCrew @jeneyre @beany-ben

Disclaimer: Animal Kingdom show and movie themes and characters not mine. / lyrics not mine; Andrew once again is juxtaposed in my group choice “Oh yeah, Take That! They sound like and Andrew Cody band!”

Premise: In your best attempt to show him what real family is like, you persuade Andrew to come with you to meet yours... Words: 9351 Warnings: Swearing - maybe an insulin warning?

_______ You should know what you're fighting for Can't promise you oh that perfect life To get this far I've seen darker times Never looking up, running from the light Always out of reach, ignoring every sign You should know cuz I care about you And you deserve more than any truth The dirt and soil it's still beneath my nails Don't know how to win only how to fail I have so many, so many flaws If you take me, if you take me, they're yours And if you see tomorrow I'll give you it all Take me, take me, I'm yours... ---

When you’d met Andrew you had a fiancé. When you’d met Andrew he’d been on a job. Well, no, that was an understatement - because the job had been you. (True you hadn’t driven that car to work since then “Aw, but my other one is boring!” “But it doesn’t draw attention!” “...But I love it.” “I know you do. But you should do it for your own safety.” “Why, do you worry?” “Why, would you do it for me...?”) And through a series of too-strange-to-be-coincidences you’d now ended up here...

You’d come this far with him, but there was a lot that was still hard. He didn’t really like talking about his family, but he did because you asked him. Plus if you’d been ‘the job’ then you knew whatever was up with them couldn’t be good. However he wouldn’t let you meet them; and it wasn’t an argument, it was just something he told you. He’d rather you didn’t. At first this was okay with you, until you realised the likelihood of that meaning you were the world’s biggest secret. And give or take information about what he did, you had told your family all about him. You guess you didn’t mind being a secret - but there were implications with it that made you sad; it would be dangerous for his family to know about you? They would use you as leverage? You didn’t know exactly what, but you knew it upset you. And you knew that that wasn’t how family was supposed to behave.

This all took a strain on him. And you could tell - often he’d leave without saying goodbye, and he’d go silent until the next time he turned up at your house. The occasional text wasn’t really enough, but you loved and trusted him enough to understand why he needed to do this. You knew the kind of man he was; what he did. But, you wanted to give him a real family - one you knew he wouldn’t have to hide anything from, and he could be himself around. (Well, maybe that was wishful thinking. But you knew your family well enough to know what they would and wouldn’t tolerate). It wasn’t exactly the easiest subject to broach with him though, because it would involve him being away from his own family life for at least a couple of days. And the blank stare he gave you when you finally managed to get the idea out of your head, said that he thought it a less-than-ideal situation. “... You want me to what?” “It’d just be a long weekend, four days maximum.” “Y/N... I... I don’t think that’s a good idea...” “Well you won’t let me meet yours, but I want you to meet mine...” “...Why?” “Why not?” Was about the only good counter you had - because I love you, because you deserve this, because what you have is not a real family...? “...well, when?” You gave a shrug “Whenever you think you can get away for that long. I know you spend a lot of time protecting me Andrew, I don’t want it to screw that up either.” “It’s more what your family will think of me.” “...Well, I think they’ll love you.” His laugh was sarcastic; “I’m sure.” “Look, will you please just come?” Andrew sighed; “Will it make you happy?” You folded your arms, wondering why that needed to be a factor, but if it’d get him to budge on this... “...Yes. But it’s not about making me happy.” “I’ll do it.” He gave a nod, “Next weekend. Three days. Home Sunday night.” “Okay...” you agreed with a smile, “No more no less...”

The car drive was almost completely silent. And Andrew looked more than a little uncomfortable - even though he reassured you every time you asked if he was okay or not. You tried to keep him talking but it was harder than you imagined. Was he nervous? That was strange to you; you couldn’t imagine a situation where Andrew would be uncomfortable. Ah, domestic life! but then that only made you wonder even more what his family was like. What was home life for him? He was comfortable enough every time he stayed with you, and it wasn’t a people thing considering his extensive siblings... unless it was a people thing. That Andrew Cody wasn’t used to not being the one in the room calling the shots. That he wasn’t used to being in an unfamiliar place. (Did that even make sense to you? Surely every job was also pulled in somewhere so unfamiliar... if not cased. Still, you supposed, familiar company...)

You’d seen him pack his little orange bottle of pills this morning - and you didn’t know if that was a good sign that he was trying, or a bad sign that he thought he was going to need them. “Did you take one?” “Yeah. And I hate taking them, so this is for you.” “I know you do...” you carefully removed one hand from the wheel and took hold of his, to let him know how much that meant “You don’t have to do it for me.” “No, but, I at least want to make a good first impression.” You smiled, rather than laughed - that was a sweet thing of him to consider. He didn’t have to do that. Heck you would give him a gold star just for turning up.

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It was a long drive. And although Andrew offered multiple times to swap with you, you just kept shaking your head, he didn’t need to do that. And you knew the way, you had this, it was easier for you to drive than for you to sit and tell him directions. And you liked doing things like this for him - after all, like he said, he was coming all this way for you.

When you arrived it was nearing dark, and you rolled neatly up into the drive. “Huh!” He studied your family home from the passenger side; “Not what I expected!” “In a good way or a bad way?” You nodded to it “It’s bigger on the inside...” He tipped his head with a frown, and a glint to those bright eyes that made you jog his arm “Don’t case my parents’ house!” There was almost a laugh there; “Can’t help it. Force of habit.” The front door opened before you’d even stepped out of the vehicle and light flooded the little porch your parents had. Andrews face clearly read that he thought they were a little too eager, so you thought you better get out and calm them down quick. “Take all the time you need okay...” you placed your hand over his “It’s gonna be fine... they’re just excited.” “Yeah...” That was fairly uncertain, so you leant across to kiss his cheek. “I love you, Andrew, you know that...” Reassurance; as if that’s what he needed, that it didn’t matter what happened or what anyone else thought, you would leave here with your love intact. He mattered more to you right now than maybe anything else. And your parents would understand that if they didn’t already. You hopped out of your car and ran to the porch and straight into a tight embrace; “Y/N!!!” Andrew watched all this very carefully from his seat, undoing the belt at snail’s pace - he was trying to calculate all this very quick in his head. If he could figure your family out from here, he’d understand exactly the kind of man he had to be when he stepped out of this car. Andrew took a deep breath, now or never to be the man you needed him to be. “...Mom! Dad!” You pulled back, “It’s great to see you!” “It’s great to have you home sweetheart...!!!” They both looked expectantly to the car on the driveway; and you hushed them for a minute “He’s not used to this... I just... I know you’re very enthusiastic about meeting him but... if you can tone down your enthusiasm just a little I think it’s help him out... y’know, at least until he’s used to it... and I wouldn’t ask if I-” It was their turn to hush you; “It’s okay, sweetheart we know – we can be a little... full on. And we want to make sure he’s comfortable, but loved.” “Me too...” you turned back to the car yourself to watch him hop out, and then round the back to collect your bags “... You have no idea...” then you turned back to your parents “Oh God, the kids?!” “It’s all okay - either out for the night or upstairs... does he know!?” You grimaced slightly; “One step at a time... at least let him think it’s quiet. Else I’ll be finding a ride home...”

Even Andrew’s footsteps were fairly uncertain as he walked up the driveway. He checked everything - and you knew he was surveying his surroundings; quick escape routes, what his options were for safe places... that would set him less on edge. Finally you saw him take a deep breath; like he’d figured it all out in his mind, and his steps picked up, confident, as he made the rest of the way to the porch, his and your bags slung over his shoulder. “Ah! You must be Andrew! It’s a pleasure to meet you!” Your mom stepped forward first; tonally bright - to which she received a smile. “And you...” Then he turned to your father and extended his hand; “Sir.” That almost made you laugh, but you held it back. Ah, the unconventional bending to the wills of convention! You spent the rest of your parents’ introductions focusing on his expression - you weren’t sure how you would feel about his determination to act through this weekend. Still, at least he seemed guarded but comfortable... Andrew could instantly tell the most threatening force in this house would still be him.

The first few hours were quiet, your parents didn’t ask or push too much from him, as the four of you sat there in the living room making small talk. But good small talk, nothing useless or empty that Andrew would have no time for (being the man he was) and you found the mood peaceful, and calm and not one force of tension in sight - there wasn’t one hanging awkward silence or pause as someone’s brain desperately searched for something to say. And you liked that. You liked that your parents took things you had told them and made light surface conversation... and they didn’t dive too deep when taking initiative from his answers; Andrew had many people to get to know this weekend, even though he didn’t know it yet. They all would ask him the same thing 10 times and he was the only one they all had to get to know. What you knew best is he’d never agree to do this if you told him what was really going on here...

You just hoped he might forgive you.

Andrew woke up to the sound of voices. Too many voices. Too many young voices... He groaned and pushed his palms against his eyes - what now? He shifted his body to try and shut it out - in what position could he hear it least-!? But as he moved around Andrew also realised he was alone. With a sigh of discontent he opened his eyes, staring hard at the bedroom wall. Well, there was no way he was getting back to sleep with that racket. And no you (not to mention no note or anything!!). he slid out of bed and dressed, but upon opening the door to your room, realised that made the noise level increase. He scowled for just a second, not exactly what he had in mind to wake up to - but then he supposed in a good neighbourhood like this... there’d be a lot of families.

However, his annoyance turned to curiosity turned to anxiousness. Those voices were definitely in this house - not a neighbouring one, or a back yard or playing in the street - this house. He stood at the top of the stairs for far too long, and then took it one slow step at a time. He crept down the steps trying to make sure his senses weren’t deceiving him. Step and stop. Step and stop. And listen. He couldn’t really hear what was going on, a lot of indistinct chatter and voices talking over each other but, Andrew was desperately trying to isolate those voices to count them. And then rake through every conversation you’d ever had to figure out who the children might be. He peered over the banisters to see if he could at least figure out where you all were.

“...Okay! Okay! Will you lot calm down! You’ll wake the whole house!” He smiled gently at the familiarity of your own voice. “But we wanna meet Andrew!!!” “I realise that-! But trust me the last thing he’s gonna wanna hear at this time in the morning is you guys screaming... you’re giving me a headache just, hush a sec-!” “Why!?” “Why what-! Just quiet down-!” “You’re not the boss of us!” That was at least 3 different children already. “Oh, so you want me to get mom?!” Andrew noticed that lowered the decibel levels, and he smiled – that was a threat he knew all too well. He guessed you were in the kitchen, considering his attempt to visually seek you out was in vein, but he was still a little anxious. That was a lot of voices - and busy situations never really put him at his best. Especially if all attention was on him - which he assumed it would be. He reached the bottom stair and took his time with reaching the lounge, taking a deep breath. Working himself up to the fact that all those voices belonged to kids who would all soon be clamouring for attention from him. Andrew peered around the corner, and was glad for a few seconds more of respite when he realised that all of them were gathered into one part of the kitchen, probably around you. “So what’s he like?” ...and still talking about him. “Yeah Y/N! Tell us everything!” “Like I didn’t already?” Your laugh was bright “Ask him yourself. Not all at once mind.” “Why? Is he shy?” “Ha! No.” Okay, maybe a little. At something like this. “But why would you want second hand information!?” “Pleaaaase can we go get him!” “No! Leave the poor man alone!” “Aw! But why not?!” “Let me put it this way - how would you feel if a bunch of adults you didn’t know waltzed into your room to drag you out of bed?” He shuffled a little further into the room and took another deep breath, trying to unfaze himself – the oldest couldn’t have been any more than 14.

“Uh, hey.” They all turned suddenly at the sound of his voice. Even when quiet it held a tone about it that made you listen. And one by one they all gasped, but held silent on your instruction. You bit your lip gently in silent apology that you’d put him in this situation, even though he kept his eyes steady on them. As if your parents wasn’t tremendous pressure enough – maybe he really would need those pills! “Kids, this in Andrew - who I’m sure you’ve all heard me speak far too much about.” You gave him a wink “Andrew, meet the foster siblings. I don’t even remember their names...Sooooo...” “Hey!!!” Three of the youngest turned back to you which made you laugh. But suddenly he was again faced with 8 pairs of eyes looking at him and that didn’t include yours.

Instead Andrew raised his own to you slowly and you could see all the questions on his face that started with ’why didn’t you...?!’ Your slight apology was again in your smile. And you looked back to the kids - “Well, introduce yourselves, make him feel welcome - DON’T smother him. Ask how he likes his French toast...!” You gave a wink to your boyfriend “Andrew, honey, you can sit down. And honestly, if they get too much you have my permission to tell them to get lost!”

There were wines of protest yet again from the group, but they politely didn’t coddle him all at once. You watched him pay close attention to all of them as they told him their names in age order. Five boys. Three girls. And from what he could tell from a variety of backgrounds and nationalities; Alexei, Ignacio, Lucas, Genevieve, Connor, Harriet, Laurence and Carrie. And nicknames, like he didn’t have enough to learn. Satisfied he’d got it all down he turned back to the only person in the room that hadn’t moved; “How I like my French toast?” He raised an eyebrow at you; “Dunno, about time I - with the help of the dream team - make you breakfast. And you’re the guest Andrew, so you pick, as you might have heard from the commotion these guys can’t decide.” He held his hands up “I like surprises!” That made them all turn to him; “Andrew! Pick my idea!” “No!! Andrew mine is better!!! Mine!!!” You sighed, “Guys what did I just say! Give him a break!” He laughed “How do you like it?” “Me?” You pointed to yourself “oh, I’m a simple girl…” He leant his head on his hand with a small smile; “Well, I don’t mind that.” “Are you guys flirting-!” “Shut up!” You pushed one of the older boys; “you just earned yourself chores Alexei!” “Aw c’mon!” “No as the oldest you know I need your help, get back here.”

Andrew watched you collect Alexei, Lucas and Gen together to help you, and turned back to the rest of them. He tried to remember each name very carefully, and work out all their attributes. Well, it was what he did best… They all looked very different, and seemed to have wildly unique personalities. That helped, it made things easier. But it didn’t make it any less information to take in. So pretty soon he was back to studying you and your worktop;

“Oh, hold on...” he pointed to the vividly coloured juice standing to one side, “Is this one of your super-secret smoothies?” Your eyes flicked to him with a tiny smirk; “Maybe.” Carrie gasped; “Have you had one?!” Andrew turned to her with a shake of his head “Don’t think I ever got that far...” “Y/N!!!!” You held your hands up to protest innocence “It’s not like I haven’t offered.” “Well,” He scoffed, folding his arms “a sip isn’t a glass.” You narrowed your eyes at him; see - Andrew knew the game and he was playing into it easily. Get the kids on side, you win the argument no matter what. His tone matched in playful amusement that almost threatened to cross his face. He’d done this his entire life in just about every situation you could think of. There’s no way he wasn’t gonna for here. That all had them gasping and turning to you in horror; “Oh For Goodnessake! He can have some here-! Don’t you all start on me!!” But you knew they would, Andrew Cody was already flexing his muscles to take this family over. And none of them would have any idea. Sneaky little…!! But you laughed to yourself, if it made his comfortable you weren’t about to blame him. You picked up your mug of coffee, allowing the older children to finish their own toast under your watchful eye as a calm lul fell over the table as they shot him a lot of much easier childish questions. And he answered with a kind of childish enjoyment. Until through all the quieter questions, Gen cut across from where she was standing with you. “Have you two kissed?!” You almost choked on your coffee at the way she made it sound like the most scandalous thing the two of you could possibly do, oh the pure innocence of children Andrew leant on his hand again with an amused smile and responded as only he could; “Mmm hmm!” She covered her mouth with her hand and looked to you with wide eyes. You just gave a gentle shrug and tried to ignore the look on Alexei’s face at her question. Yeah alright, let her think that’s the most intimate thing that can happen! * You made them all sit up to the table with him and quiet down as you plated up French Toast and poured everyone drinks. “Alright, eat slow, drink slower, breathe...” “Can we say Grace?” “You may...” Andrew gave you a look, to which you shook your head. Not unless he wanted to, you weren’t about to make him play to every whim of your littlest siblings. In fact as they all closed their eyes and spoke in unison, you continued around the kitchen, and Andrew’s eyes followed you. They were all straight in when they’d finished, but he was still staring at you. “What?” You mouthed, and he just shook his head. He liked watching you. That wholesomeness that seemed nearly incorruptible by his life. He liked seeing you be you.

You loved that look, even when there wasn’t a smile on his face, that look in his eyes drew you to him. You liked the shirt he was wearing today, the red stripes in different colours, and you were rewarded for your curiosity with it being soft cotton, as you gathered him in your arms; running your fingers into his hair, he let out a soft hum, picking up his glass as you kissed the top of his head. He took a sip. “Mmm. No, that’s good...” Andrew ran one of his own arms around your waist and tipped his head back to catch your lips with his. “Oh? Compliments Mr.Cody?” “Well, I only save them for you...” He murmured, and you let him steal another, before nodding to his toast; “You’re missing out on the best bit.” “Oh yeah?” “Ohhh Yeah.” You leant on his shoulder to watch the way he meticulously cut it, and then stopped turning to you; “Is that chocolate, miss?” “Uh huh.” “You are unbelievable.” He pulled it apart delicately and made sure he wouldn’t drip it everywhere as he took a bite. “Mmmmm.... mmmmm!!!” “Y/N! he likes it!! He likes it!!!” “Oh I’ll say!” You gave Connor a wink “Okay, how?!” “You perfect French Toast and then you decide what works best...” you swept your hand to the table “And get yourself a bunch of taste testers, for whom you cater to every whim.” You turned to him; “And a boyfriend who should never have told me his favourite chocolate.” Extremely bitter and dark and only on occasion. At least you knew no one else around the table was about to touch it. “What, gonna use it against me now?” “No!!” You rebuked that teasing comment, and he chuckled, pulling him to you again for another kiss.

There were footsteps from the other end of the living room and suddenly screams of: “DAD! DAD!! They’re flirting!!!” “DAAAD!! They’re kissing!!!” Your father chuckled “I can see that.” “Oh my god-!” But neither you nor Andrew let each other go; “Everyone is treating me like a teenager!” Your father smacked Andrew on the back; “No. It’s just good to see you with a sensible man for once!!” That only made Andrew laugh a little harder and he turned his attention back to you; “Bad experiences?” “You are not hearing about my ex boyfriends.” “Oh Andrew, we’ll be here until Christmas!” “What-!? DAD!!” That had the kids laughing too, even though they were all far too young to know anything about your teenage love affairs. “Well, I know about the Fiancé...” Andrew mused, looking back to you with those intelligent blue eyes. “Yes, and?” Your dad huffed at that; “You’re much better for her, don’t you worry about him.” “Oh my god!” You buried your face in your hands, as everyone once again laughed “You were gonna let me marry him!!” Your father gave a shrug “I was hoping you might come to your senses...” He nodded to Andrew with a smile; “I’m glad to see you did.” Andrew gave a sweet smile and all but let you go, turning back to his breakfast “Well, uh, thank you, Sir...”

Your dad gave a wise nod; “Now the question here, Andrew, is do you want a real drink? Not that Y/N making breakfast isn’t a blessing. You doing that for your parents too?!” “If you’ll sit down for five minutes and let me!” Your dad waved away your protests, Andrew swivelled back to you; “I’ll have whatever she’s drinking...” “Oh, this old thing...” your father absentmindedly waved his hands to the coffee machine. “…Uh Sure…” But you were staring at Andrew with your mouth slightly open at the cheekiness of what he’d just said. He wanted the coffee you were drinking because he’d tasted it on your lips. That was a vailed you taste good if ever there was one. And the look on his face was daring you to out that you knew what he was saying. You held your tongue. But pushed him gently. “Y/N, I don’t know how to make it.” “Dad... sit... sit... I got this!!” He only did what you asked because you pretty much pushed him there. But that only made Andrew stand; “I’ll help.” “Babe, no, you... don’t worry about it.” “No, no, I want to help...” Suddenly your mom appeared, as if on cue for the situation. And it was clear she’d heard the whole thing; holding the youngest member of your family - at barely 5 months old - in her arms. Annie. “You see Y/N, he’s domesticated too.” She gave Andrew a wink that almost made you throw hands, this weekend you couldn’t win. And Andrew Cody has your family in the palm of his hand; “Definitely a keeper!”

*** “Y/N...” your mom touched your arm lightly as you sat on the couch paying close attention to your very youngest siblings play with Annie. Best they were careful with her; but you knew your parents were raising them right. Your parents had raised so many foster kids. Your very eldest sibling had been in your life since you were four, and he was your parents first. Then it just snowballed from there. And there were so many of them now. A few of them had grown up here, like these kids would. Some had been welcomed as teens and left as soon as they could but they always came back. They were always part of the family. “...Hmm?” You turned to her, “Do you know where Andrew went?” You looked around. Had he even said something about leaving? Maybe... but he wouldn’t have made a big fuss about it; and you hadn’t even noticed he was gone. You frowned “No. But he might be a little overwhelmed, and be a little sick of being a climbing frame.” “Oh! He should have said something!!” “Naw...” you stood “Andrew has his own ways of saying things. They never seem to involve many words... in this case I think he’s just being polite!” You smiled “I’ll go see if he’s okay.” “Do you know where he went?” “...I know every quiet place around here. He’ll be there.” “He doesn’t have to come back, you will let him know that won’t you... I just...” She waved her arms frantically for a moment at the thought of you dragging him back to somewhere he perhaps didn’t want to be right now on her request. You took her hands in yours “Were worried... I know mom it’s okay...” you gave a smile “I appreciate it... that you’re concerned!” You embraced her “Thank you, for thinking about him...” She smiled, with a graceful shake of her head; “He’s family now... I hope he know that too...” You knew the effect of her sentence on your smile; “...If he doesn’t... he soon will...�� * When you found him Andrew was standing alone in your bedroom, curtains pulled all except for a tiny crack, from which he surveyed your parents back garden and the surrounding houses. You closed your bedroom door quietly. But Andrew was all too aware of everything, so you knew that even if you’d have slammed it he wouldn’t have flinched. “Are you okay?” He kept his eyes on that bar of light; “I just needed some quiet.” “I know...” you approached him slowly, “I thought so... I’m sorry... I mean I knew they’d want to see you ... but I didn’t realise they’d practically adopt you...” “It’s okay. You don’t need to be sorry, they’re kids...” you shook his head, and he turned those pretty eyes on you. They could be pretty a lot of things; pretty mysterious, pretty vacant, pretty wild, pretty sorrowful, pretty dangerous... for now they were just pretty. You crossed to him slowly, and sat on the edge of your bed “But are you okay?” “Yeah...” he nodded, voice quiet “It’s a little bit of a lot but, I’m good.” “You... around kids much?” Andrew gave a shrug of indifference to your question; “Baz’s... and my sister... she... has one... J...oshua?” He scrunched his face trying to remember. “God... I can’t have seen him since he was a baby, though.” “I didn’t know Julia had a kid...!” “Mmm! See, now you know something new.”

He sat with you, but it didn’t last long, before he sunk into your lap and rested his head there. “I just need... time for my thoughts to...” You nodded, running your fingers through his thick dark hair soothingly “I know, baby, it’s okay...” Andrew sighed, and for a moment closed his eyes; “I should really thank you...” he tracked the backs of his fingers over your knees and down your calf; he was mimicking you soothing him, but reciprocating calming you himself; “For introducing me to them.” You laughed; “Why do you say that?” “Because this is what real family is like.” Your breath caught at that smile; so pure and genuine it almost wasn’t real. Not from Andrew. “...You see me? With all of the flaws I have, and you... you still... you love that.” You raised an eyebrow, unsure you liked that sentence coming off his lips; “...Flaws? No... Andrew... no... they are a part of you... they aren’t flaws... nuances... they make you you...” “Flaws... you know what I do.” “And I told you, as long as you’re safe I don’t care...” He took a breath, gentle... unsure but decisive. His eyes clouded; maybe misty - you didn’t dare think or hope he was going to cry over this one... “I’m yours...” You tipped your head and let him lace your fingers with his; “...Not possessively...” but you smiled “...but I like that you are mine.” God knows what would become of him if not.

He closed his eyes for a minute and there was silence and a calm to his steady breathing. “Andrew...” “Hmm?” “Would you like me to go? I can leave you in peace if you want...?” “No...” he shook his head, his voice hardly above a whisper “stay... please stay...”

There was a quick, few second siren blip from outside and everyone in the house collectively froze for two seconds. You instantly turned to your mother and grabbed her arm, hissing “David is coming-?!” “Yes, he wouldn’t want to miss this...” “From work??!” “Yes what’s wrong with that?” F**k! You did not want your obvious and maybe known criminal boyfriend to square up to in uniform officer, oldest foster brother; David. And David would lay into him no matter what, because that’s what David did. You didn’t want to tell Andrew about him before, mostly because you didn’t anticipate it would ever be a problem or he’d wanna come. D was grown up and moved out, and the only one close in age to you - months separated the two of you and you’d grown up together. But you hadn’t quite got to the ‘oh yeah, but the way Mr.Cody! My brothers a police officer!’ Part of your life yet and he was about to damn well walk in here!!! You took a deep breath - so did you quickly have it out with Andrew, or do you try to force David to take a detour to change clothes first? Either way - your Cody wasn’t going to let this go with a simple explanation.

You decided that getting to your brother first was the only option you had. Before anyone else got there; including Andrew. You’d just have to pull him aside later and apologise - the kids were meant to be a nice surprise. And he’d given traction enough to let you know that it was. But David... that was something else entirely. You cut the line and sprinted to the door.

“Hey crew! I’m home!” He had barely turned around and shut the door and you were there. “Holy sh*t!! Y/N!!” He grabbed you into a hug “No one said you were turning up!!! And in uniform??” “Well, I had to surprise you, didnt I...?” he watched you study it closely “You changed rank?” “I see you read my email...” You shook your head “c’mon David, no one reads email anymore...” “Uh, have you seen the people I work with??!” He looked up to the strangely empty corridor “So, where’s the boyfriend. You know I’m really hear for that, I got sick of your face years ago...” he smirked at you; “Am I still the tallest?” You gave him a look, he was 6ft7. Being the tallest was hardly difficult. But it did make his ‘people person’ face kinda intimidating. “How you been?” “Good - and yourself?” “Can’t complain can ya... crime rate is steady...” “Are we gonna get lectured all night?” “If I think ya man needs it - does he?!” You hoped your face was as stoic as you thought it was.

There was sudden yelling as your parents had clearly let the clan loose, and you took a step back as they ran at him. “Davyyyy—!!!” “Oh geez—! You guys got heavy!” He pretended that it took effort for him to lift three of them at once. “David -!!! Take us for a ride in the car!” “Uh no! It’s dinner time! Didn’t mom and dad teach you a thing?!” He put them all down “And if they didn’t I will, I’ve been working all day and I’m starving...” so your parents filed out next; “Hey mom! Dad! Thanks for having me on short notice!!” “No problem!” You shook your head; “Are you kidding??!” “It’s meant to be a surprise for you, hush!” He shoved the top of your arm, turning back to your parents “Should I get changed? I feel like I should get changed?” You saw right through that; “Though you also want the power play of sitting in your uniform all night.” He scoffed at you, folding his arms “Damn right.”

Whilst all this was going on, Andrew appeared slowly in the door way. “Alright kids, to the table, go on...” David attempted to heard them all towards the living room, and your parents ushered them along too. There was a tense moment of them both staring each other down. And you knew why; that uniform was fatal. You hoped you were too far out of the city for your brother to have any idea who the Cody’s were, but who knew... David turned to you with another slight smirk “I’m still the tallest.” He strode over to Andrew in a way that clearly put Andrew’s back up. Andrew didn’t like that - that he didn’t make the move. “You must be Andrew, I’m David. Both the oldest foster child and the experimental one. Y/N has never liked me very much, so you may be inclined to feel the same. Personally, I’d quite like to get to know ya.” Andrew’s eyes flicked past him to you, and your clearly unimpressed face. It was only a flicker, not one David noticed - and Andrew extended his hand; “Andrew Cody.” “Nice to meet you Andrew.” “Yeah...” it was a cool Yeah. A don’t mess with me yeah... and you gritted your teeth. This situation had become less than ideal. David turned to you and gave you the look you were expecting from him; talkative!, then he pointed to the stairs “I’ll get changed.” “Good call-!” His look continued until he had to swing around the bannister and face Andrew again, by which time you had your head in your hands. God give me strength to survive tonight...!

“So... he’s a police officer?” Andrew’s approach was steady, just like the way he eyed the stairs. “Uh huh...” you removed your hands from your face “I swear to you I had no idea he was coming here, if there’s one person I didn’t want you to meet...” “How old is he?” “Couple of months younger than me.. we literally grew up together...” you decided to broach the subject before he did; “You think he knows?” Andrew gained a smile you didn’t like, “If he knew who I was, I’d have been against that door in 5 seconds flat. I think I’m okay.” “Be careful.” He turned his eyes on you and his brow quirked; “Oh no. I’m gonna tell him about the next 5 jobs we plan to pull.”

You were still quietly talking to Andrew when David descended the stairs, and he cleared his throat; “Y/N! This is a family dinner, c’mon!” He moved through into the next room “oh god-! You’re not even all sat down?!” “We await the guest of honour!” “Oh right,” he took a step back and pointed to Andrew; “that means you, by the way.” You noticed that David sat himself opposite Andrew, even though every child your parents had wanted to sit somewhere in his proximity. Your look to him was a clear warning; don’t you dare! David knew everything, even though he wasn’t a blood relative, you wrapped all your secrets up in him, all the ones that (at the time) felt like he was the only one you could trust to tell. And even though he was younger than you, you always treated him like a bigger brother, and he always protected you like one. Only problem was now, as a brother and a police officer - the kind of man he was supposed to be protecting you from was sitting opposite him, and holding hands with you. “So Andrew.” you noticed the way that David narrowed his eyes, testing. “You ever seen a family quite like this...” Andrews eyes flicked around your foster brothers face. And you knew what this evening was going to be. One long damn stand-off. They were both good at reading people. It would be a battle of who could read who better.

“I mean, not to this scale...” Andrews answer was measured “I don’t have foster siblings, but I have a pretty large close-knit family myself. 3 siblings, and one who might as well be...” he gave a shrug “I mean, I’m used to this. But, maybe on a small scale. And they’re all grown up now. I haven’t experienced younger siblings for a while. It’s refreshing...” You knew every real feeling behind every measured word. “Huh! I didn’t know you had siblings!” Andrew nodded; “Brothers... Craig, Deran... One sister, Julia… Baz isn’t but he...” He made a motion to allude to what he’d just said. “Wow...” David nodded “And what do you do?” This was the question you always skipped around when your parents asked; oh you know, a bit of everything... You weren’t sure you knew the answer yourself. Not one you liked. Or they would like either. Andrew made sure to lean his arms so that his elbows weren’t on the table. “Real estate.” David straightened, intrigued, and even your parents looked at each other. Andrew was only too happy to smile and elaborate; “My mom owns a bunch of properties, each of us takes care of things like collecting and running rent checks, regular maintenance, accounts... things like that.” “So really a bit of everything!” You mother sounded pleased, and you nodded. Exactly what you’d said! “How much do you make doing that?” David wasn’t about to beat around the bush, and was content to act like he was your father, not your brother apparently. “D!” “David!” You and your father had the same idea, and you were already glaring daggers at him. Your significant other held his hands out to calm the table; “No... it’s okay... it doesn’t pay too bad. I make enough...” he gave a slight smirk, “you might have to arrest me to get any figures out of me.” David gave a sudden smile, like Andrew was finally talking his language “Ah! You noticed the uniform. Good. And don’t forget it’s the first thing I’m gonna do when you break her heart, Andrew Cody.” You let your expression tell him to impolitely shut up.

But your evening continued as such, with David attempting to field any question that would trip Andrew up. And Andrew expertly jumping through every hoop, and daring David to throw something that was at least a challenge for him. Bad cop. But Andrew was also fielding questions from your younger siblings. Who were back to asking him mundane questions they hadn’t thought of in the morning. ...What is your favourite colour?! He mused on that like it was hard, at least harder than anything David could ask; “...Blue. Definitely blue.” You guessed you agreed; “You do wear a lot of blue.” Good cop.

As the evening wore on, and the table was cleared you found yourself standing with David in the kitchen clearing away. “What the heck is his problem?!” You turned to him “YOU have got to be kidding saying that!!? What is YOUR problem!” He passed close to you to stack plates away; “Look at the way he looks at me. It’s unnerving. And I’m a police officer. Normal people don’t give looks like that.” “Normal people don’t tell their sister’s boyfriends they’ll arrest them.” He risked a look over his shoulder. He was right though; Andrew was eyeing you both with an expression that you found unreadable. David lowered his voice “Y/N... Killers give me less chills than he does... are you sure you’re okay?!” You smacked his arm; “If you were a little f- freakin’-” only because there were kids around did you dare turn that PG “-nicer!!!” “Isn’t that my job?” “No!! Not really! I’m not a teenager anymore David. And in case you didn’t realise, neither is he.” “Yeah. I know. How old is he anyway?” “Don’t you dare!” Your look was nothing less than fierce and it caused him to at least back up a few paces. He didn’t often lay off his pushes; but this was one of those rare times David knew what was best for him. “I’m trying to look out for you.” “Will you please let me look after myself..?” He turned to lean against the counter with you. Now you were both staring at Andrew, he chose instead to let his eyes wander back to your other siblings; “...Just tell me he does too.” “What?” “Looks after you.” “Of course he does...” You nudged David “What kinda question is that?” He gave a sincere smile and turned to you; “He looks like he does.”

*** David started clock watching at about nine, and by ten he decided he should take his leave. “You won’t stay?” “Aw no. I’ll be back at the station tomorrow.” “But you can stay here!” “No, ma! It’s okay... It’s a trek back, and I don’t wanna disturb everyone getting up either.” He hugged your parent’s goodbye and then your siblings one by one before he got to you; “Well, until the next time you decide to visit from the big city, Sis-!” You gave a shrug; “I’ll have to really surprise you next time.” “Uh huh!” He embraced you, then held out his hand for Andrew; “Andrew, a pleasure to finally meet you. Take care of her for me, will ya? And... maybe I’ll see you around next time she’s here too, huh?” “Yeah...” Though it wasn’t obvious to which question he was responding, Andrew shook it - steady and firm “Sure thing.”

You waited for your parents to say goodbye to him at the door before deciding that something was niggling at you, and you couldn’t leave it like that. You got up as they came back into the living room, tugging Andrews hand. “What?” “C’mon!” “What’s up?!” “C’mon!!” He raised an eyebrow but allowed you to pull him up and outside, to where David was just turning the ignition on his patrol car. “Oh shit! Am I getting a real send off?!” He got out of his car with a laugh, but upon the look on your face his own fell. “Or... not...” You folded your arms and looked between them; “Listen up you two. I will not have my best friend in the entire world - and brother - and my other half...” you looked between them, David of course getting the worst of it “... Who you know is damn well better than 99% of people I’ve dated in the past.” “Yeah well, we all know is never have given that guy my blessing.” “Don’t change the subject-!” But you smacked David’s arm for good measure; “-And you introduced me!!!” “Shit! Did I-!? Bad mistake...” This time you punched him hard enough for him to at least rub his arm; “...I just don’t want you two at odds...it makes me feel...” you didn’t have the word; “... I just don’t want to feel like I should take sides...”

There was a silence, where you thought they were taking a measure of what you were saying, where they would nod wisely, tell you you were right and make up. No, instead both of them cracked up in unison. You looked between them, now more confused than ever; “What-!?! What now??!!” “Oh God! Andrew!! Do you know what you’re dating?!?” David mimed wiping tears from his eyes “God bless ya, Y/N!” “What!!??!!” Your voice pitched in considerable confusion. Andrew shook his head, quelling his own laugher, so as not to be caught laughing at you for too long. “David gets it, he might not be older but he is the oldest brother. There’s a certain code between brothers and siblings and anyone new to the family - right?” David nodded “Right. Unwritten. But men would get it. Played your part to a T, Andrew.” “Ah.” He gave a shrug “Not so bad yourself.” You were still perplexed, and didn’t exactly find whatever this was funny either; “So... you two are okay?!” “Y/N... sweetie, yeah it’s fine... You would have to be more worried if I didn’t ask the hard questions... Andrew, buddy, you’re certainly worth them.” “Uh, thanks?” You weren’t sure Andrew was too enthused with being referred to as buddy though. “So you’re okay, and I don’t need to worry?” David gave a grin; “No... it’s gonna be fine... Now come here and hug me goodbye...!” You did so, but punched the palm of his hand; “You owe me.” “I know, next time you’re here...” “Oh, you can count on me winding up your date-!” “Ha!” He scoffed “Me!? Date-!? When the hell do I get the time.” “Sure, it’s the time and not your attitude.” “Oh, f**k off!!” Though he said it with slight adoration, he gave another wave back to Andrew, and then slid back into his car. Rolling off the driveway he wound down his window. “Oh! Y/N! The sky looks really good tonight! How about you take Andrew ‘round the block!” That had you both looking up. David was right, it was awash with stars; “I will... thanks D... safe travels!” “And you, back to the city!” You thanked him and both waved him off; “Round the block?” You shook your head and took Andrew’s hand in yours; “When we were kids, that simply meant the back garden...come on... come see this...”

***

You pulled him all the way down to the very far end of your parents’ back garden, there was a small array of benches and swings. And you knew exactly where you were sitting. “It gonna take my weight too?” Andrew looked to the tree uncertainly. “It can take the weight of 8 kids at once. I’m sure it can hold you.” He laughed, sitting with you, letting you re-lace your hand with his. “He wasn’t wrong about the sky...” Andrew breathed, and you watched how fixated he became with the stars “...Why do we never see these back home?” “We probably do...” you have a shrug “city lights...?” “Makes sense...” He mused, still staring at them. You were supposed to be joining him in that, but you didn’t. Because you discovered there was something more fascinating unfolding in front of you here on Earth. How peaceful he looked for once. How out of his head... how Andrew was finding more freedom out there in space than he’d ever had before. Eventually his eyes fell back to yours and he realised what you were doing. “I guess... I’ve never really given them much thought.”

You raised your eyes to the sky for possibly the first time “...It’s all so far away and out of our control... everything for you is so much closer to home and in the moment...” you gave a shrug “...It has to be... but I’m glad something about being here can help you look further than that...” you smiled and looks back to him, now looking at you with similar wonder; “...Still, home... no matter where, is a good place to be.” He tipped his head. And his hold of your hand became tighter “Is that what you see... when you look at me?” You opened your mouth, you wanted to voice your question, but you weren’t sure what that would be. It didn’t matter; Andrew voiced it for you, with his eyes flicking momentarily to the house in which sat your family. But drew themselves back to you. “Home?” *** “Y/N!” It was the morning of day two, and you were standing in the kitchen with Andrew and coffee, head resting on his shoulder, watching the kids in the garden. You thought he might prefer it quiet inside for a moment. “Mmm?” You turned to the sound of your dad’s voice. “...Would you mind taking Annie out this morning?... Oh and uh, you might wanna take Andrew, give him some respite!” Even though he’d told everyone at dinner that he had siblings, your parents could tell that this was a little too much on him. And that sometimes he disappeared; he needed some quiet, they got that too. “Yeah! Can do!” “Thanks sweetheart! Morning Andrew!” “Morning!” - Even his voice was tired and quiet today. And you knew your dad was right. Still you let Andrew finish his coffee before you thought about stepping outside.

“He makes her sound like a dog...” You were sure he was muttering to himself as he kicked the heels of his shoes into place. “She has breathing problems, hence needing fresh air, and she stresses easily - hence needing two responsible adults and no kids!” His laugh was sarcastic “Ha-! Responsible adults-!” “I dunno. I’d say you were responsible...” You nudged him, checking and rechecking the bag you needed, all set, he opened the front door for you and you were out in the street with a stroller before you knew it.

You watched the way he walked carefully, hands in his pockets, just a little in front but with you still in his peripheral vision; back straight, tense shoulders, a little too close to her. That’s instinct if ever there was... Too used to taking care of younger siblings? He was the oldest. It made sense. And it also made you smile. It was nice to meander around the neighbourhood for a little while, it was almost silent, save for nature and the occasional car. Eventually he slowed his pace up, and walked next to you. He’s comfortable... There’s no danger... Then you found yourself smirking and he caught that; “What?” “Nothing.” “Look if I know one thing about faces... but your face in particular, it’s never nothing. Not with a smile like that-!” “Just you.” “God. What did I do?!” You nodded to Annie; “I saw what you were doing.” His eyes didn’t leave your face for a good while, even though he didn’t respond; and it got to the point of unnerving you. He was calculating what you were calculating, and couldn’t possibly have come to a different conclusion. “You think it just her I’m protecting?” You glanced across to him. “I know you Andrew Cody; you kept me in your eyeline too...” you shook your head “Maybe you’re beyond a mystery, but there’s always a few things I know for sure...” There was a huffed laugh as he looked away from you for a minute, which just made you smile more. Andrew would deny it of course. Act like you couldn’t possibly know him. But you did, and you felt he was only denying it because he knew it was fact.

When you hit the park you slowed down, and he (as in-tune as he was) slipped his hand from his pocket and into yours. “Well. This is strange, isn’t it?” He failed to see that “why?” You giggled; “Well! If we see someone I don’t know they’re going to be jumping to conclusions!” That apparently only made him hold your hand tighter “Why do they have to be the wrong conclusions?” “That’s not what I said!” “No, but, that’s what you implied.” You tipped your head to him for a minute. The was no reason for people not to think she was yours, is where you were heading - but Andrew, as full of surprises as he was, apparently wouldn’t even care. You weren’t sure if he struck you as a kids type or not. But if you’d ever thought otherwise this weekend might just be proving you completely wrong.

Eventually you decided that his respite was well earned and you gave him a bit more by sitting him on a bench. “See” he nodded to Annie “I like her, she’s quiet!” That made you laugh; “Oh! So the rest of my siblings are just awful then!?” “God, especially David - he’s the worst!” You laughed harder “I can see that - guess I always felt the same way.” Andrew chuckled “No. I... I really like your family... I guess this is what normal family is like...” he bit his lip “We never really had that...” You gave a shrug; “Is family ever really normal?” “More normal than mine...” He gave a sigh of discontent “Y/N... I just... I don’t know if I can give you that...” Your eyes widened as you turned to him, this had suddenly turned very serious very quickly. “Andrew I-” “I mean do you ever see that kind of future...?” The longer you hesitated, the more unhappy in his own thoughts he would become; “...I see a future...” You turned those gorgeous eyes back on you and he took your hands; “If you see that I will give you everything... I just can’t guarantee what that everything will be...” You pushed your forehead to his, and whispered; “Then don’t guarantee me anything... -Andrew.... right now, I just want you... and that’s more than enough...” --- Happy Birthday Amanda! I hope you enjoyed your Andrew 💜💙 You deserve him 💕 @dennismitchell @happyskywhale @wltz-bby #MendoTagSquad.

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years ago

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THE DISAPPEARANCE OF NATASHA ROMANOFF (part I/?)

Summary: after the too convenient disappearance of Natasha Romanoff, the Avengers —a local biker gang— search for help in the most unexpected place in order to get their friend back.

Pairing: biker!Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre: unclassified (biker gang au)

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The mysterious disappearance of Natasha Romanoff: @shirukitsune

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Warnings: language

A/N: consider this a sneak peek of a series I'm planning on writing when I finish one of the ongoing ones. The title is long af so I might change it. Also, sorry for the typos but y'all probably know that I'm a mess

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BUCKY'S P. O. V.

A sigh escaped my lips as my leg furiously bounced against the pavement of the parking lot "she ain't gonna help"

"we gotta give it a try" Steve whispered, ogling at the tall skyscraper's entrance, which was illuminated with fancy lanterns that matched the aesthetic of the building itself. "you never know. Plus-"

"I shouldn't have come." I mumbled with a light distress showing up in my voice "the moment she sees me she'll turn around and leave"

"she won't" my bestfriend answered, determined.

"Steve-"

"If we tell her it's not for you-"

"Still-"

The sound of the not so far building's gate opening, was enough to cut me midsentence. And... there she went.

"can't you just cancel it? Tomorrow I-- no Wanda- gosh, he's tiring. Just tell him... yeah" she made her way to her car, unaware of our presence besides it yet, probably due to the poor lighting.

So much money, and yet the wealthy company couldn't improve the goddamn streetlights of its own parking lot.

"Friday? Geez no-- No. Period. Just-" her walking slowed down the moment she saw us. "you know what? Friday it's okay. Goodnight Wan." even before hanging up, she was already glaring at me. "James."

"Y/n" I replied, just because I didn't know what else I could say.

She inhaled before speaking again. "you got some balls." her eyes flashed briefly to Steve. "what the fuck are you two doing here?"

"we need help" I stated, quieter that I would have liked.

She huffed " 'course you do." relocating her bag. "look for help somewhere else." her eyes digged into mines, throwing daggers at me.

And, God, did it hurt. "told you" I grunted in low voice to Steve, already turning around to leave. "She's not helping."

I felt a grip on my arm, stopping me from stalking away. "Y/n, this is not about him"

"I don't give a single fuck." she hissed, walking to her car to open it. "you promised to stay away from me, and you're not doing a good job"

"it's Natasha" Steve blurted out before she could get in the vehicle.

Y/n froze at the mention of her.

"what 'bout her?" she tried to sound careless and cool, but I noticed the switch in her body language.

"she... Disappeared" the blond man spoke, putting emphasis on the last word.

Y/n frowned, her eyes going from me, to Steve, and back to me. "Go to the police"

"you know we can't" this time it was my turn to answer. "You're the only one who can help us, you know that. If you weren't, I wouldn't be here." I stated solemnly. "I keep my promises, you know that."

There was a moment of silence, in which she glared at me with hate in her eyes that masked the pain, I knew, was there. "actually, no, James. I can't recall a single time when you kept your promise, so I don't." and I knew she meant every word. "you got plenty of friends, go look for their help and leave me the fuck alone."

SHUT!

We stood there while she drove away, and I would have been lying if I said I was shocked she left.

I spared a glance at Steve, who was running his fingers through his hair, visibly distressed. "what te fuck do we do now?"

It was only after Steve spoke, that it dawned on me we had no other option to have a chance of getting Natasha back.

"we gotta look for someone else"

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Old folders displayed everywhere, empty boxes of Chinese food that Sam bought covered the coffee table, and we all needed a shower.

"we should call Tony" Clint spoke distractedly.

"No we shouldn't" Steve rushed to reply while he tidied up some of the papers. "he's retired"

"Natasha dissappeared, Stevie" Clint's reminder didn't exactly help the moral of the group.

Steve sighed, pinching his nose before shaking his head. "Pepper would kill me." after looking at us for a second, he kept speaking in a hesitant tone "I'll call him if plan A fails"

"plan A?" I questioned, raising and eyebrow. "Plan A failed when Natasha dissappeared" I stated.

"well, then when plan B-"

"Y/n was plan B" Sam yawned, slowly sitting up in the tiny couch where he had fallen asleep "which would have worked if you had listened to Bucky" Sam yawned again, right before stirring "taking him with you, when we needed Y/n, was like- the stupidest idea you had in a while."

Steve took a deep breath before letting out a comeback that would probably cause a fight. "who else we got?"

"No one." Clint almost growled more than spoke.

Out of everyone, he was the most affected by far. Natasha and Clint had grown up together, and the fact that we barely could trust our close friends to get her back was exhausting as well as frustrating.

"think I'm just gonna take a shower" Barton informed us in a mumble before leaving his seat to walk out of the room.

"there's someone" Rhodey's voice made all of us redirect our eyes to the door connecting my kitchen to my living room. "Danvers"

Sam shook his head no "We have no way of contacting her"

Rhodey sighed, exhausted, throwing himself in the chair Clint had just left. "I can contact Rambeau. She'll know where Danvers is"

"She ain't gonna help" It was my turn to contribute with some bad news, not that new, of which none of them were aware. "she knows 'bout what happened with Y/n."

Silence was the answer I got.

Rhodes scoffed "Good to know, James." I kept my eyes trained in my hands, not wanting to face anyone in the room. "Really good to know about this tiny detail after- what? A year?"

Another scoff and more silence.

"let me go through it again" Sam rubbed his temples with closed eyes. "Nat dissappeared, we probably have a mole, and the two people we could use help for" I felt his eyes on me "they won't help." no one spoke. "we're fucked."

We all drowned in our thoughts for a while.

Clint, at some point, had come back. Someone told him we had run out of options, which made him leave. He didn't come back, and I figured he probably fell asleep in my room.

Sun was rising, and, in need of a break, I got up. I really could use some air.

In no time I was standing on my ramshackle balcony, leaned over the railing with both my forearms supporting me.

Sam, who had probably came after me, exited and, after installing himself besides me, he spoke "it's not your fault"

"cut the bullshit"

"okay, it is"

"No shit Sherlock"

He sighed "but not entirely, so don't beat--"

"If she dies" I whispered, my gaze lost on the horizon "it's on me. Like- it's actually on me"

"she's not gonna die" Sam dismissed me quicker than he would have liked. "She's smart, and she's only been missing for around a day and a half "

"Listen, no one said it out loud but we gotta consider it." I blurted out, turning around to face my friend. "if they took her, they'll interrogate her. Do you really think she'll give in?"

"I didn't say that"

"then you know she can end up in a ditch"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "don't say any of this shit in front of Clint"

"I'm not stupid"

He let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking his head. "yeah, of course you're not." Sam tilted his head slightly towards me without looking. "remind me again why Y/n ditched you."

"Fuck off Wilson." my voice was low, full of anger and frustration and sadness; bottled up emotions that I carried with me since Y/n left.

Bottled up emotions that came to torture me for what I did whenever I heard her name.

We saw a car.

Sam was the first one to point it out.

Not the fact that a car was driving towards a single property in the middle nowhere, hidden with the help of the trees in the woods.

No, Sam was pointing out what car it was.

"it's... Her car?" He sounded incredulous, hesitant, and even suspicious, but I couldn't blame him.

"it is." I confirmed.

And, even though I was sure it was her car, I couldn't believe it until, after parking in front of the house, she climbed off.

She made her way to the porch's stairs. "I'll... Go and tell the others." Sam informed me. "Open the door"

I sighed and slowly made my way downstairs and to the front door just in time to hear the knocks.

I grabbed the knob, but before spinning it, I froze.

I froze because I shouldn't be me opening the door, it shouldn't be me the first person she sees, the first person she made contact with. I shouldn't be me welcoming her, even if it was my home, because I didn't deserve-

"Open the fucking door, James."

And I did, though the movement was way too eager for my liking.

But it was too eager because it was Y/n requesting me to do it, as if she wanted to see me.

I had complied and now we were standing in front of one another. My first thought was to step aside, since I thought she would try to walk past me as soon as possible, but she didn't.

She stood there, looking at me.

"Thought you said no" even though it was quiet, almost a mumble, it was definitely not a great sentence to begin a conversation in such a delicate situation.

Surprisingly, her voice sounded way warmer than I was expecting when she replied to my unfortunate comment. "I made up my mind" thankfully, she kept talking, because I had no idea what to answer. "Nat's my friend too. I'll help."

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emotionalgirl101 · 5 years ago

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Question | Chapter 6

Words: 3,111

Genre: college au, angst, fluff

Pairing: SKZ x reader

Summary: Your best friend, Minho, had been refusing to introduce you to his other group of best friends for months now, with no explanation as to why. One night after getting drunk after work together, he gave in to your pleas. Oops.

Warning: Contains mature content (such as coarse language, violent themes, etc).

A/N: Sorry guys! I know it’s been so long, but since it’s uni break, I’m back for a while. I hope you like this chapter. I really like were the story is going and I hope you do, too! Also, shoutout to @omniligence for asking if I planned to continue writing. I honestly might have forgotten that I have the freedom to do it again. (longest chapter yet!)

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Thursday rolled around, and you weren’t exactly sure why, but you were dreading it. After all the antics of the past week, you were finally seeing Minho. It was kind of surprising it took you two this long to hang out. The last time you saw him was the morning after the drinking night with his roommates. Maybe that’s part of the reason you felt uneasy?

You had slept in his jumper again that night, but somehow remembered to wash it between now and then. You left it folded on the coffee table so you wouldn’t forget to give it to him when you got back from lunch. It was quarter past twelve, meaning he was due any second. You guys usually planned timing quite loosely, knowing the other would text you when they were on their way, or if anything came up affecting your plans.

You took the opportunity to fill in the small amount of spare time you had to check your work schedule. You had previously arranged to switch shifts with one of the girls that was going to a wedding on Saturday, and forgot to get the day off. Thus, your assigned Sunday shift had moved to a Saturday again. Specifically the afternoon. You texted Eunwoo this new found information. The two of you had been trying to find time for a girls night, and with the lack of a shift on Sunday, Saturday night sounded perfect.

As the message went out, Minho came in. You had left the door unlocked, but even if you hadn’t, you’d trusted him with your spare key. You’ve needed to use it once or twice since you met. Isn’t it strange how you can be closer to the people you’ve known for the shortest amount of time than those you’ve known your whole life?

He wandered over and fell into the couch with a relative amount of grace, stared forward, then rolled his head towards you. He just looked, and you read his mind. Bringing your legs up onto the couch, you moved to face him. “What’s up, Lee?” Slipped effortless from your mouth as you rested your head in your hand, arm propped up on the back of the couch. You analysed him. You knew his mannerisms better than your own, and this was the ‘something’s bothering me’ expression. Yes, he looked like that most of the time, but the detail that defined the difference was the emotion held in his eyes.

“So, something happened the other day.” He knew better than to trying to avoid telling you what was on his mind, and it seemed in this case he wasn’t planning to, anyway. After seeing half his apartment occupants over the past few days, your mind went to the other 8 boys he had for company. Was it about the prank they played on Felix? Was it something to do with running into them so much recently? Did something happen at the house? You couldn’t help the flood of questions that began to swim around in your mind. This happened often. You liked to joke that overthinking is your ‘hobby’.

“At the bar.” He deadpanned. His eyes stared into thin air. Your curiosity peaked. He continued. “My manager is acting completely different. He’s forgetting his shifts, ignoring the casual roster and being an absolute dick over all.” He shifted again, eyes meeting yours. You expected them to be filled with annoyance at his boss’ antics, but they held none. Instead, they were overflowing with concern. The room felt tense. He meant it. Something was off. He drew a sharp breath, then relaxed. He continued.

“It’s just not like him, you know? At first I thought it might be some guys threatening the bar. There are the usual shady guys that come in occasionally, but none of them have been giving off a bad vibe, and I haven’t seen anyone dodgy coming around the place. I just can’t figure out what’s wrong. It’s so unlike him. Like, do I say something or…” he trailed off. He didn’t expect you to answer. He just wanted you to listen. He needed to get it off his chest. Neither of you said anything for a while. Until you broke the silence.

“On a lighter note, I’m starving. Please can we go get food?” You stood up and began to grab your things. With a humorous scoff, Minho nodded, rising from his seat and picking up his jumper that he had noticed you left on the coffee table. “Where are we going?” He looked to you for instruction as he opened the door. You walked through the frame and waited for him to pull the door shut. He checked that the door did, in fact, lock when he shut it behind him, then lead the way to the elevator. Once he had called for it, you looked at each other and, as if on cue, spoke in unison, “Hirai”.

Hirai was your go-to Japanese restaurant. It was reasonably priced, some level of authentic and the half way point between your apartment and the boys’ place. You had stumbled upon it when you first moved in.

Minho went to order for the both of you. It was normal for one of you to pay for lunch and the other to pay for whatever dessert, snack or drinks you ordered later in the day. You took the opportunity to flick through your notifications. There didn’t appear to be anything noteworthy, so you were about to lock your screen when Facebook alerted you to a post on your university’s page. You weren’t one to go on Facebook. It was more of a way to find out about promotions from food places and occasionally tag friends in memes. You clicked the notification, and your mouth dropped as Minho took his seat across the table.

“It’s happened. Again!” You seethed, turning the screen to let Minho scan over what you’d just read. “Are they serious? They’ve been saying they’d close the place for months and now their backing out? Don’t they know the reputation the frat has?” He was just as annoyed as you.

One of the few boarding houses your university had a bad reputation, with dozens upon dozens of scandals from academic violations to vile crimes. The student’s had dubbed it ‘the frat’ as it was the closest thing the university had to a frat house. You’d only ever gone to one party there, and what you encountered put you off for the rest of your uni career. It was supposed to be shut down at the beginning of last semester, but with the majority of the guys living in the frat being well-off, their parents probably gave the university a nice payout to keep it’s doors open. It disgusted both of you. “I wish I had that much money.” Minho appeared to have also been running the situation through his head. “I’d be free of uni debt and-”

“Become a crazy cat lady?” You giggled as he signed in annoyance, prodding his ramen with his chopsticks. “Shut up.” he mumbled under his breath, and you erupted into giggles again. He tried to stifle a laugh, but was cut off by a voice that was familiar to the both of you.

“Hyung? Noona?” You turn to be met with a beaming smile from Han Jisung, Changbin following closely behind him. You were pretty surprised, but it made sense to see the two boys there. It was close by and Minho probably would of told them about your little spot. It was just that you’d never seen them there before. The coincidence was uncanny. Your best friend’s roommates truely were everywhere lately.

You thought you heard an irritated sigh slip through your best friend’s lips, but convinced yourself you were hearing things. “Jisung, Changbin,” you smiled up at the boys, “What’re you doing here?” Minho said in unison with you, though his tone held a lot of annoyance in comparison. He mentioned on the walk that he had left to the boys having their own mukbang party, and that he wanted to spare you from Felix’s ASMR.

“The boys overcooked half the food, so we’re picking up Japanese instead.” Changbin replied, his voice relaxed and a small smile playing on his lips. Minho gave a small grunt, stuffing his face full of ramen to avoid the confused stare you sent his way. What’s up with him?

Before you could reply, Changbin spoke up again, “Will you be coming over again soon, Y/n-ah?”. You kinda just stared at Minho. He stared at his ramen. You rolled your eyes. “Hopefully! It was fun getting to know you guys. Plus, then I can be involved with the next prank on-”

“You know about that?!” Minho’s voice had raised considerably, earning a ton of strange looks from everyone around, including yourself and the the two boys standing beside you. He gathered his composure. “How?” He asked, feigning nonchalance.

“I was out with Eunwoo the other day. We found a cafe and it just happened to be the one Hyunjin and Jeongin work at.” The boy’s face was still plastered with shock and confusion, eyes big and round, looking at you. “Jeongin has a job?” He looked stunned that you knew something he didn’t. About his roommate no less.

There were eyerolls all ‘round. “You really don’t pay much attention do you, hyung?” Changbin smirked. You smiled at him, eyes briefly connecting with Jisung before looking back to Minho. He was beyond annoyed. “Can’t I just eat in peace?” He huffed, playing with his ramen.

“Yeah, that’s our cue to go. Hope to see you soon, though.” Jisung smiled and placed a warm hand on your shoulder, moving towards the restaurant counter. Changbin gave a nod, leaving you alone with Minho once again.

You just sat there for a second, staring at him. He looked up hesitantly after feeling your eyes boring into the top of his skull. “What?” He shoved more food in his mouth, opting to focus on the table rather than meet your eyes. You just shook your head, half smiling at the idiot sitting across from you. You brushed off his weird behaviour and went back to enjoying lunch with your best friend.

The both of you were walking around the neighbourhood aimlessly. Neither of you had anywhere to go after lunch, and it seems like Minho didn’t particularly fancy going home. Honestly, neither did you. So you did what you always did when you both felt like this. You wandered.

You’d made some great discoveries on trips like this, the little adventures you and Minho went on frequently after you met. That’s how you figured out he lived so close by. You were quite strategic when it came to moving into your first solo apartment. At least that’s what you’d like to think. Majority of it was dumb luck. You had moved into a relatively lively suburb. Busy enough to have some level of a community vibe, with restaurants and cafes and shops dotting every street. However, not so much that it was loud or filled with obnoxious people driving through or yelling at 2am on a Saturday night. You just happened to receive a job offer from one of those shops, and wandered past the bar a few blocks down one afternoon with Minho.

“I work there.” The boy lazily pointed. You nodded at first, not particularly interested in filling the void in the conversation. Then you realised just how close it was. “Wait. I live near here. My work place is a few blocks back, and I live that way.” You gestured in the general direction of where you vaguely thought the apartment building was. “Huh,” a smirk took place on his lips, “you’re only a few minutes away. My place is further up this way.” He nodded in the direction you were headed. That’s probably a contributing factor to how you guys grew to be so close. It was just easy.

“This is new.” Minho exclaimed, snapping you out of the memories you were reminiscing upon. Your head jerked to see what he was looking at. What was once an old antique shop that had been closed for months was now a bright, pastel-themed bubble tea shop. You exchanged a look, both shrugged and walked in, because why not? Minho grabbed a menu for you both to look through. The amount of flavours was overwhelming, but neatly categorised for your convenience. Something you were grateful for.

Minho decided quite quickly. He tapped your arm, gesturing for your card. You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts you forgot it was your shout. He took a step into line as you tried to figure out how all the toppings, ice and sugar levels worked at this place. You finally settled on a flavour you guessed you’d like and were willing to try. Minho had ordered. He handed over your card, giving you a sly smile as he spun around towards a seat in the waiting area. What is he on? You rolled your eyes, approaching the counter.

You had to stifle a blush. The guy standing opposite you was attractive, but he seemed unaware to it. His smile was almost blinding. It was hard to concentrate on anything else. Was this why Minho looked at you like that? Did he know you were gonna have a crisis because the guy behind the counter was inhumanely attractive? Your thoughts were cut short.

“Hi,” he beamed down at you, “what can I get you?” You smiled back, somehow feeling more at ease with his focus on you. You surprisingly managed to get through your order without making a total fool of yourself. He looked at you the whole time, listening intently and nodding every so often. Only after you’d finished did he start inputting your order. You stood patiently.

“You haven’t been here before have you?” He said with a knowing tone of voice. He looked up at you briefly, still filling in your order. You hadn’t expected him to start a conversation. “U-uh, no. My friend and I just found it while we were wandering around.” You were hoping you managed to smooth out your words enough for him to miss the tremor in your words. He looked up from the screen at you again, and the smile he gave seemed a little less pure. “Well, I’m glad you did.” He smirked slightly.

He told you the price, gesturing to the EFTPOS machine between you, asking your name as you tapped your card. “Y/n” you smiled back once you knew the transaction went through. The embarrassment of your card randomly declining was the last thing you needed. He just nodded to himself, taking note. He handed you the order number. “It shouldn’t be too long,” and just like that, he set to work on your order. Your head was spinning from how charming this guy was, but it wasn’t in a like ‘I’m a player’ type way, more of a ‘I’m just a genuinely friendly guy’ way. You shook the thought out of your head. No point to get your hopes up. You’d probably never see him again.

Minho was smirking at you. “Shut up!” You mumbled under your breath and hit his folded arms. You knew he was teasing you. It was probably obvious how flustered you were. To him at least. You were about to ask him why he gave you that look before, but were cut off by the same voice that served you moments ago.

“Number 2, number 3” His eyes met yours with a small smile. Minho stood up to get your orders, taking both numbers with him. You waited by the door, expecting Minho to be on your heels by then. You were taken aback when he was still at the counter. They’re talking? Since when was Minho so friendly with random people he just met? By this point, you were beyond confused.

“The hell is going on with you today?” You pushed once you were further down the block. Minho just sipped on his tea, feigning innocence, “What do you mean?” You gawked at him, channeling all your exasperation through your eyes. It was to no avail. He acted sheepish, ignoring you, eyes looking ahead. “Do you like it?” Referring to your drink.

You took a sip, nodding back at him. “It’s actually really good. Want to try?” You went to offer but he waved his hand. “I’m good. I like mine.” You shook your head, giggling at his antics.

“Can I try?” You went to grab the cup, but he manoeuvred it out of your reach. He was protecting it like it was his firs- born child. “No~,” he whined, “it’s mine~” Boy, was he melodramatic. After seeing you pout, he rolled his eyes and gave in. Handing it over, you took a sip. “That’s nice. I like mine better, though.” He laughed. “Of course you do. I’ll try it if we go back.” You nodded in agreement. He practically snatched the cup out of your hands. You could almost hear him saying ‘that’s enough!’ Inside his head. A giggle broke through your lips, rolling your eyes in sync.

He stopped walking, placing his tea on the window ledge of the building you were passing by. He had been holding the jumper this whole time. It surprised you that he managed this long without getting aggravated at the inconvenience. He tied it around his waist, stopped, then retied it so one sleeve came over his right shoulder, and the other one from underneath his left arm. He paused again, reevaluating the whole situation. You burst out laughing. “Shut up.” He whined, tying it around his waist again. “You should’ve left it.” A statement equivalent to ‘I told you so’. He began walking again, giving you a light shove as he spoke, “Just drink your tea.” You didn’t miss the knowing curve of his lips. You were satisfied with your victory.

With a meaningless sigh, you filled the small silence by examining your tea. Looking down at the label, you made a mental note for when you go there again to order the same thing. That’s when you noticed it, and a smile crept onto your face. There was something different on your label, scribbled in black ink.

The name ‘Jaemin’, followed by a 10 digit number.

“What are you smiling about?” Minho cocked an eyebrow your way.

“Nothing.” You sung, smiling down at the pavement as you made your way home.

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Side note: Teehee Dreamies are featuring in here too~

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A Memori Fic Rec

Hi Friends! In the spirit of celebrating memori engagement week I’ve decided to celebrate some of my favorite fics! Under the cut are a range of fics in different genres and ratings, divided between canon fics and AUs. It’s long but by no means exhaustive. All these fics are completed ;) Happy reading!

Canon Compliant Fics

How All This, And Love Too, Will Ruin Us by biextroverts

Rating: T, One-shot; Genre: Found Family/Angst

Emori finds a family and loses a lover on the Ring.

A great Ring fic that covers the six years in space. I’ve only read it once because it made me That Sad, which is really a testament to how well writting and IC it is, so if you’re a sucker for angst and raven&emori friendship definitely give this a read.

The Lotus Eaters by maelidify: @maelidpoetree

Rating: M (no smut), One shot; Genre: Fluff, Character Study

“I don’t like this place, John,” she said. “We’re not safe here.”

Am I partial to this fic because it was a gift to me? Yes, but I firmly believe that more people need to read it and that the author deserves more recognition in general! This pre 4.08 science island fic is sweet and romantic but explores inner conflicts of nature in such a beautiful way (with some awesome anecdotes and metaphors). All her writing is beautiful and poetic and it’s worth your while to go through her memori tag to find/read the stuff she hasn’t posted on AO3.

Cataclysmic by maelidify; @maelidpoetree

Rating: E (by author request don’t read if you’re not 18+) One-shot, Genre: Angst

She’s looking up at him, half angry, half looking for permission for something. For what—?

Oh.

More breakup angst!! This remains the best Murphy POV I’ve read, it’s messy and angry and sad and the fic tears me up a little every time. I’d even recommend this to people who don’t like/read smut because, while present, it’s tasteful and really this fic is about all the emotions. If the two fics in a row haven’t clued you in just read everything Liz writes, because I don’t have space to talk about all her fics but they are all worth your time!!

First Impressions by interlude; @bombshellsandbluebells

Rating: T, One-shot; Genre: Drama

John Murphy comes back to Arkadia with an unfamiliar grounder woman. The Arkadians and former delinquents react.

(Or: Memori seen from different points of view. Takes places between 4x03 and 4x04.)

Personally I’m a big sucker for outsider POV fics, and the author does a great job with keeping all those outsiders in character and addressing their most pressing motivations while keeping memori in the spotlight of the fic. The story has all the urgency present in s4 and fills in some of the gaps nicely!

The Wild by Debate; @stupidspaceseven

Rated: M, Multichapter; Genre: Fluff

When Emori points up at the sky, it’s with a pointer finger twice the width of his own. He locks away the knowledge that she trusts him deep inside his chest.

[Post Wanheda 2, detailing Murphy and Emori's early season 3 adventures as they grow to mean the world to each other.]

This one is a shameless self-promotion, but I’m recommending it because I think it’s really good!! Fun shenanigans, theft, first kisses, angsty backstory reveals, smut, this fic basically has the works, and I’m like, 98% sure it’s the longest memori canon complaint fic out there. (I have a host of other memori fics, canon compliant and otherwise if you want to check those out too, but this one’s my personal favorite).

Canon Divergent AUs

Her What If List by the_most_beautiful_broom; @the-most-beautiful-broom

Rating: G, One-shot; Genre: Meet Cute/Ugly

Memori Appreciation Week: Day One: Canon Divergence

Emori and Otan's latest robbery goes awry when the mark ends up being very much awake, but all's well that end's well, and an unexpected connection is made in the middle of the desert.

And she wonders if his eyes weren’t just sad, that they were just asleep. Because maybe it’s the fire, or the fading adrenaline, but now Emori can swear his eyes are sparkling. Which is a stupid thing to think. She’s in the middle of the dead zone, with a gun that isn’t a gun, and a man who could be conning her just like she’s trying to con him.

A really imaginative AU with Grounder!Murphy. This puts our characters in a familiar situation but makes it new and unique. Emori’s POV is both critical and vulnerable and the memori banter is amazing!

home is what the heart protects by emperor_bell

Rating: G, One-shot; Genre: Family/Friendship

"John Murphy had lived a hundred lifetimes in his year on the ground and yet still, somehow, after a year of living in space again, nineteen year old John Murphy hears the word “dad” and his first thought is 'I’m too young.'"

I'm obsessed with the thought of Emori having a baby in space, and I set out to write Memori parents. Instead I wrote 2k words of John Murphy feelings. Enjoy.

More messy feelings! The dialogue here and what characters (mostly Murphy) do versus what they think and say is really interesting and makes for an engaging read. Plus a look at how complicated memori as parents would be and a super angsty sequel if that’s the kind of thing you’re into!

Taking A Village by Zaffie

Rated: M, Multichapter; Genre: Found Family/Survival

Once they get it all sorted, the technical aspect of living on the Ring turns out to be the easy part. It's the rest which is hard. Everyone's got their personal demons to face - except when you're seven people trapped together for five-plus years, "personal" is easier said than done.

This one is much less memori-centric than spacekru-centric, but it’s probably my favorite Ring fic, and the AU aspects just make it better. Both Murphy and Emori are incredibly in character and their chapter is beautiful and sad. If you happen to also be a big Spacekru or Raven fan this fic is a must. Also there’s a great sequel in the works!

I know the sound of your heart by dylanobrienisbatman; @dylanobrienisbatman

Rating: G, One-shot; Genre: Fluff

Bellamy fought hard, and got them the 80 acres on the edge of the valley. They built a house, big enough for all of them, they had a farm, they were happy and safe. Emori should be happy, she should feel like it was enough, but it wasn't. She and John were still apart, and their history made her scared to try.

But as time went on, she watched as John became part of the group. She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, but the longer she waited, the more it seemed like he was really better.

Was it time to give him another chance?

The soft spacekru feels in this one are almost as great as the memori ones which feature reconciliation and addressing their s5 issues in a healthy way. The lead up to them getting back together is as good the second go around as in the first.

eat, drink, and be merry by flowermasters

Rating: G, One-shot; Genre: Fluff

Murphy and Emori do what they can to improve morale.

So this is the wedding fic that everybody needs in these hours. There’s a healthy dose of spacekru to make it all the ore sweeter and Murphy and Emori are adorably in love while trying to maintain their aloof and uncaring reputations. This fic did so much to heal my soul while in the depth of the s5 angst.

In This Valley by Kats_watermelon; @katswatermelon

Rating: T, One-shot; Genre: Angst/Fluff/Kidfic

written for day 1 of memori week, prompt: canon divergence

This is mostly a really fun spec fic if God Complex went worse and Murphy and Emori got six years alone on Earth. There are big shifts in tone from the start to the end of the fic, but they feel earned and memori have a cure kid in addition to Madi and you get to see them square up with Diyoza asap. Something for everyone!

Life After the Mountain by Ghelik; @ghelikblack

Rating: T, Series of One-shots; Genre: Hurt/Comfort

The Mountain falls and the grounders keep their distance, because the Sky-People are soldiers that have earned their respect and the lands of the Mountain that they have conquered. Which is good, because skaikru might need a break.

Series of one-shots in an AU where season 3 kind of didn't happen, but elements of it might be borrowed from.

This one is a little different because it’s a series of one shots and not all of them deal with memori but the fair majority of them do, and it’s a great what-if of how Murphy and Emori learn to function in society in a (sort of) kinder world. There’s lots of angst and vulnerability and feelings of inadequacy as well as fluff and healing. The fics span genres so there’s probably something for everybody!

Burn brighter than we ever have before by Zoadgo; @jonnmurphy

Rating: G, One-shot; Genre: Drama

Murphy flees an unknown threat in the Promised Land, running right back to the desert that almost killed him the first time he crossed it. It seems intent on fixing its past failures, and Murphy isn't strong enough to fight it on his own, this time. But someone from his past offers him a chance to survive, and even to prosper in the Dead Zone. That is, if he can bring himself to trust someone who has already betrayed him once.

Another great Murphy POV with additional cool (or hot, rather) desert descriptions and personal conflict. It’s a cool what-if and explores how things could have gone down if t100 didn’t go full scifi. Most of all Murphy and Emori’s understandings of each other/immediate connection shine through.

Show Them the Mercy They Won’t Find on Earth by berxnica

Rating: NA (no smut), One-shot; Genre: Drama

she just showed up swollen and scared, eyes so impossibly big that they left no room for a smile. she pulled murphy aside and removed the blanket that she previously was clutching to her stomach. and there it was, her stomach, swollen and full and round with the promise of life.

Another memori becoming parents fic, but in a different era. The character understanding shines through in the prose here. Our faves are suspicious and afraid and angry while still being soft with one another. If kidfic is your thing at all it’s def worth your time!

Earth Skills: Reap What You Sow by BeaRyan

Rating: E, Multichapter; Genre: Crack/Smut

That week everyone got high on mutant corn and John Murphy realized juvenile prison might not have taught him everything he needed to know about how to please a woman. Canon adjacent.

This is a Memori story from John Murphy's snark-tastic POV and as such contains minor whomp of everyone. Complete.

This story contains a multitude of side pairings, but it is really good for a laugh, and despite being cracky Murphy and Emori’s feelings are very real and present and sweet. A grand ‘ole fic.

AUs

Litany by infernalandmortal; @infernalandmortal

Rating: T, Mulichapter; Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

After leaving an abusive relationship, Murphy moves into his best friend's house. He's fine, really. Their new roommate comes with more than enough baggage of her own.

(A Memori college AU)

If you read memori fic chances are you’ve read this, but it’s definitely worth reiterating! Great writing really brings forth raw emotions from both Murphy and Emori’s POVs and a lot of reading this fic is like getting sucker punched in the best way. There’s also a nice side helping of found family feels, and you get it all in Amanda’s lovely prose (her setting descriptions? kill me) truly a must read.

Little Beast by infernalandmortal: @infernalandmortal

Rating: T, Multichapter

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

John meets her eyes from across the room. What are you running from? his eyes ask.

Nothing, she blinks back. Everything.

“Will I see you again?” His eyes are trying not to be earnest. They are a strange shade of blue-green in the flickering yellow street light outside her house. They are uncomfortably difficult to read.

“Maybe.” It’s all she can give. She’s supposed to fear boys like this. “I’d like to.”

(A Memori-centric small-town AU. Title and opening excerpts from Little Beast by Richard Siken.)

Less angsty than Litany, but no less emotional, this fic is *chef’s kiss*. The fic features Murphy and Emori growing together and becoming family with one another while trying to manage their pasts. The growth the characters have through the fic is amazing and the ending make me feel all kinds of Soft. There are also bonus drabbles in the same ‘verse. And after you read those you might as well read everything else by this author because her stories are numerous and amazing.

Don’t be surprised if I love you (for all that you are) by not_a_total_basket_case; @raven-reyes-of-sunshine

Rating: G, One-shot

Genre: Fluff

Emori doens't want to find her soulmate, she wants to make that choice herself.

Who doesn’t like a good soulmate AU? The mechanics of soulmates in this AU are really unique and structured in a way to make the payoff at the end all the better. It’s a great friends to lovers story, and the supporting cast is lovely too, this fic make you feel all warm inside.

Tired of Yourself and All of Your Creations by Chash

Rating: T, One-shot

Genre: Fluff/Drama

Murphy didn't ask to be successful and relatively wealthy and friends with people in good standing in society. It just sort of happened, and now there are all these families who apparently think he'd be a good match for their daughters. Being a respectable member of society is a pain, really.

I certainly didn’t know I needed a memori Regancy!AU until I read this, but the characterizations were picture perfect and the plot quick and smart without getting pulled down by the type of dialogue common in regency writing. A very fun AU!

Quiet Thought Come Floating Down and Settle by LayALioness

Rating: T, One-shot; Genre: Drama/Fluff

When Murphy meets the girl, it’s not under the best circumstances.

A great example of canon transferred to modern AU well with prickly Murphy and mysterious Emori. The story is fast paced and all of Murphy’s inner musings and snark are highly amusing.

traitors never win by Kats_watermelon; @katswatermelon

Rating: T, Multichapter; Genre: Crime/Drama

Murphy's been kicked out of his crew. Emori's been alone for a while now. They both have a knack for robbery and dreams bigger than their pasts, and they're willing to steal from anyone and everyone to prove it.

If you like the high drama this is for you, a very edge of your seat read with a great payoff at the end. Lovely dialogue as well and a combo of both Murphy’s and Emori’s POVs.

Golden by frikdreina;

Rating: E, One-shot; Genre: Smut/Fluff

It was their two years anniversary and Emori had planned this for weeks. Murphy would be at her place after seven and Emori skipped her last period so she could get everything done before he got there. Her heart was pounding as she unlocked the door to her apartment, the thrill of anticipation taking over her. It was like if electricity was running through her veins and she couldn’t get enough of it, with her mind drifting to the way he kissed her and how his touch had always felt right on her skin.

If you’re just looking for some hot and sweet memori smut this is the fic for you! Doesn’t get into anything too kinky and remains intimate throughout with great descriptions.

she’s the tear in my heart by flowermasters

Rating: M, One-shot; Genre: Fluff/Drama

Murphy is in love with the girl he's sleeping with, and is incredibly bad at handling it.

Oh man This Fic. The banter is amazing and full of little call backs and tie ins, the descriptions speak to Murphy and Emori so well and transfer to a modern AU so easily. The fic is lovely and if you want something where Murphy and Emori are just dumb about their feelings than this is for you. Another author to keep your eye on if you like memori (or becho) fics.

#memories #memoriweek 2019 #memori fic #fic rec #memori engagement week #emori #john murphy #fic #yes this was a way for me to procrastinate writing new fics ok ill admit it

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my-love-peterp · 5 years ago

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A Part of Your World pt. 2

Word Count: 1505

Fic Summary: So this is a work based lightly on the movie First Daughter. It’s a Reader Insert sorta. If you’ve never seen that movie, you should absolutely watch it if you have the opportunity. Peter Parker/Stark!Daughter fic. Rating may change depending on if I’m feeling the smut route (I probably will). Expect updates once a week (as soon as I figure out what day would be best to do it on. They may be more frequent here at the beginning just because the story is really flowing right now. Thanks!

Chapter Summary: I don’t really have one because I’m impatient and I’m taking my partner to see Hozier in a few hours. But Peter does exist in this chapter. Surprise.

Warnings: none! maybe language, I’m honestly not sure.

If you would like to be tagged, reblog/comment/message me and I’ll start tagging you in future chapters.

“I’m too sober for this,” (Y/N) said, plopping down on to the horrifically springy, undressed mattress that was on top of a wooden bed frame. Her bed frame now, she firmly reminded herself.

“You don’t even drink,” Morgan responded, a lot less winded and emotionally drained than (Y/N). She’d always admired her sister’s ability to remain unruffled in the midst of tense or new situations. And yeah, maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to ditch the elevator and take the stairs to her new home for the year, all the way up on the sixteenth floor. But she couldn’t stand the feeling of brushing shoulders with what felt like hundreds of people who stared and lifted their phones to take pictures, or to see one girl turn to someone else and hit them to get their attention and not so subtly pointing to her and Morgan when they had it.

“Yeah, well, maybe I should start,” (Y/N) answered noncommittally. She flopped down on to my future roommate’s bed right across the room. She hadn’t taken the time to read their profile as she’d been emailed it. She wanted to go into this experience blind. And yeah, with her father’s resources and connections, she could’ve known every single aspect of the mystery roommate’s life if she’d wanted to. But (Y/N) wanted to go in blind. Be a normal kid for once. Especially with Mom doing what she was right now.

Suddenly, the door burst open behind them. Lugging in a mini fridge and two bags, Happy grunted and panted as he nudged his way inside. Morgan sat as if to help him but as soon as he saw her move to sit up he barked, “No, no stay where you’re at! I’ve got this, it’s nothing.” His red face indicated he was definitely lying. But nothing came between Happy and his pride.

“It’s not every day,” he said, pausing to pant after setting the fridge down on the countertops, “that your goddaughter goes off to college.”

“Yeah you’re right Hap, it’s not every day that a girl is escorted to her dorm room by her family’s Forehead of Security. Or has to avoid reporters pressing their faces against their lobby windows. Or has the seclude herself until her mother and father and their Secret Service protection detail can join them, since no one was currently on ‘daughters watch’,” (Y/N) made air quotes with her fingers, grumbling about the debacle that had occurred earlier today.

“I don’t trust him,” Morgan remarked from her couch as (y/n) scrambled to get everything she could possibly fathom needing in her dorm room packed into her father’s latest invention. It was basically a play on Dum-E, but with storage that the robot packed her things into itself, to maximize storage efficiency.

“Well, of course, you don’t trust him,” (Y/N) replied, “He’s on the Bachelor. That’s like, a parade of red flags right there.

“(Y/N),” Morgan scoffed, scandalized, her head popping up and over the back of the blue cushions, “it’s the Bachelorette, not the Bachelor, we’ve been over this. Plus, we personally know someone on this season, you should be watching!”

“I’ve seen Pietro make enough stupid decisions in my life to know that this doesn’t rank in the top three, and as such, I will not be acknowledging it.”

The sun had just barely begun to trickle in through the windows, and the watch she’d made herself showed that it was just past 6:15. Why she had procrastinated packing last minute, she couldn’t tell you. Maybe it just felt like the end of something fragile. Or whatever. Her watch caught the first true rays of sunlight and bounced refracted light straight into her eyes. (Y/N) winced but paused to admire her creation. The main metal straddled a fine line between her father’s favored cherry red, and the more toned down rose gold that was all the rage just a few year’s ago. Accented along the outside of the watch frame were little webbings of ice blue, too intentional to be called marbling but too non-descript to look like a spider’s web. Every other accent on the watch was a pearly white.

All of a sudden, Morgan’s phone started blaring the most awful noises she’d ever heard, causing (Y/N) to jump what felt like five feet in the air. She could hear Happy’s exasperated voice shouting into his receiver even halfway across the room. It seemed that she and Morgan were late for fittings and makeup for an impromptu morning press junket.

Those were happening more and more frequently these days, ever since her mother resigned as CEO of her father’s company, relegating it back to him, which he handled begrudgingly, and running for the US Senate. That was ten years ago. Now, her mother, Pepper, was the current frontrunner for the presidency. As if her life wasn’t high-profile enough as one of two daughter’s of the most powerful couple in the world probably.

It seemed that, due to Pepper’s skillful negotiation tactics, dozens of political prisoners were being released back to the United States today. And that meant the mother of all press conferences. On the day that she was moving into her new home for the next several months.

(Y/N) and Morgan were then harried about to get ready by FRIDAY, and AI program her father had invented long ago, in the form of the original JARVIS. Unfortunately, his coding and learned personality were lost when an earthquake struck southern California and shook the Malibu mansion off its cliffside seat and into the murky depths below. Okay, that may be a bit dramatic, but sue her, something needed to spice up the story of life in perpetually sunny SoCal.

Within thirty minutes she and her sister were presentable and ready to head down to where Happy was waiting in the car.

And to make a long story short, (Y/N) had managed to not only nearly knock down the lectern on the stage where her mother would be speaking shortly, but in the fall, she twisted her ankle all the way around. Nothing was broken, campaign medical staff had assured her, but any dummy would know that that footage was right then being broadcast on every phone, StarkTech or otherwise, throughout the nation. So in reality, her ego was bruised and battered more than her ankle was.

What got to her the most, though, was her constant characterization as cold and unfriendly. Of course, the reputation was probably well deserved, as she’d spat in a reporter’s face when she was just fifteen years old. But over time, she’d learned how to stop engaging, how to tamp down her temper. She’d learned that, when her mother was that age, she was quite the spitfire herself. Aunt Peggy would always tattle on her.

So it stung to know that she’d made progress in order to become a more ‘press-perfect’ daughter, just for them to turn around and make jokes about the stick up her ass or that she’d been replaced by an android of her father’s own creation.

And now here they were, hours later, as her mom had to make one last campaign stop before taking the presidential shoes off and trading them for her mom sneakers.

“...I’ll just uh… go get more of the bags from the car then,” Happy stammered, quickly excusing himself from the room.

Silence, comfortable and relaxing silence, filled the space between (Y/N) and Morgan. Of course, you could still hear the bustle of the New York streets below, but her floor seemed to be deserted.

(Y/N)’s eyelids began to droop, growing heavy after such an early morning, but she was abruptly shaken awake by a crashing sound outside her door, that only got louder as the door swung open.

In tumbled a brunette boy with wavy-ish hair and a toothy grin-turned-grimace. His hands were full of what looked like salvaged electronic parts. “Sorry about the noise,” he gasped out between breaths, “I didn’t want to make more than one trip and it seems I overestimated my grip.

Behind him wheeled in a huge suitcase. A few steps after that and an older lady stepped inside. His mother, (Y/N) assumed. Standing up from her spot on her unmade bed, she approached the woman, asking if she needed a hand. She was swiftly turned down and told to relax but (Y/N) didn’t miss the flare of recognition in the woman’s eyes as she put two and two together.

(Y/N) quickly spun around as the boy dumped all of the metal pieces and wires on to his desk before turning to face her and sticking out his hand. “Nice to meet you! I’m Peter. Peter Parker. What’s your name?”

(Y/N) grinned back. She hadn’t had to introduce herself in a long time. But something nagged her from the back of her mind. Peter Parker sounded awfully familiar.

#peter parker x reader #fic recs #reader insert #peter parker reader #peter parker x stark!daughter #stark!daughter #stark!daughter x peter parker #The First Daughter AU #college peter parker #college!au

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shesawriter39049 · 6 years ago

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“We all have needs part 2 Sneak peek”

* Disclaimer This fic does contain sex*

“Trust Nobody “ ( Song Reference Selena Gomez Cashmere Cat Tory Lanez ) -In the future I’m changing the name of the series if it continues the song fits perfectly ! “

If we can get part one up to like 50 or so likes and there seems like there is enough interest I will post the full part 2! Also again typed on my phone so ignore any punctuation issues !

“Oh for fucks sake ! “ I slid my phone off the bed in frustration! My eyes still felt a bit hazy ….Thank god my body barely knew what a hangover was . But fuck was I running behind ! We had the AMAs tomorrow which meant I should’ve started my fittings hours ago . My phone kept buzzing from under my bed until I rolled my lazy ass over and answered it “yeah …I know I just woke up ! I’m sorry !” Spitting it out before my business partner Jeremy had a chance too ! I heard him huff and could already feel his sass through the phone. “Girl ! Your going to give me gray hair AND more importantly ...you’re ruining my Botox …Miles and Jordan will be over in 30 with racks ! … I also sent you some ideas for our live stream pre-show .. I need you to look over and send me back confirmations before 5 o’clock! Oh and I -“ I have known Jeremy for almost 10 years he’s is a Spitfire and a ball of energy and always sounds like he’s had three red Bulls and six espresso shots no matter what time of day ! But I wasn’t even anywhere close to being alert enough to handle everything he was throwing at me.

“ OK! Okay! okay! Jeremy.. baby ..I love you but I just woke up just send me all this in a voice memo and I swear I will handle it!” He growled in frustration before hanging up on me “yeah love you too … “ I scoffed under my breath sarcastically before dragging myself out of bed he was right though I had way too much to do today and I actually honestly didn’t have time at the moment to look at my phone. After everything he threw at me it kind of slipped my mind that Tae had possibly texted me after hopping in the shower and going to all my meetings it wasn’t till around 6 o’clock my time until I actually had time to sit down and look at my phone.

I plopped back on my bed eating my sushi and nothing but an oversized T-shirt finally getting to my messages and looking through all of my tagged photos from the night before confirming the ones I did or did not want to re-share. I noticed the text was actually a picture message and I was right it was him he took some of the photos that we did last night and added some really cool filters and effects on them . It kind of slipped my mind while in the moment that when I was doing my research on the boys I did read something that noted that he was actually really into photography. I could feel myself blushing as I looked down at my phone “Holy shit these turned out dope as hell …but I mean not surprising considering what you were working with ;)” after I sent that message actually immediately after I started texting another one feeling the need to apologize since it was damn near eight hours before I responded to him. I saw his text bubble popped up but he stopped typing once he saw mine “Also my bad ! Today’s been hectic And I completely overslept ! This is the first time all day I’ve had to just relax!”

But to my surprise instead of a text my phone rang . And my heart dropped into my pinky toe ! I took in a deep breath gathering myself together before I answered the phone. “Hello….”

I could hear a low chuckle on the other end of the line before he responded “Hey …” God this man's voice ! It sounded huskier them usual though so he was either tired or maybe just performed? “Again I’m sorry I -“ “No you’re good no need to apologize . we all get busy plus you don’t owe me anything so it’s not even like you had to respond to begin with! “

“ Well actually according to the terms of your drunken proposal I do kinda owe you something don’t ? “ I could hear him Scoff on the other line before he responded clearly he didn’t like that too much .

“ It was in a drunken proposal it was just a proposition... like we talked about we’re both busy we both have issues trusting people but we still both need things . I like to think I’m a pretty decent judge of character that’s why I don’t have many friends…And from talking to you it feels like we’re both in the same boat … your body really ..really liked me last night -“ he let his words trail out slowly and I could literally feel myself getting turned on just thinking about last night . “ all I’m saying is we’re both in a position of have plane will travel …but it’s only if you want to you don’t owe me anything ! Last night happened because I wanted to I mean let’s be real if I wanted it last night you were you were definitely willing and I could have had it . But I chose not to ..and just give you what you needed . Because fuck did you need it ! “ he chucked low and dark and I just rolled my eyes … I was annoyed but he was right ..” oh don’t act like you Didn't need it …or that you didn't finish once you got to your room “

“Mmm I never said I Didn't ….” his tone changed it was like I could feel him get hard over the phone . “Did you think about …me coming all over your face ..while you got yourself off ? “ I heard him inhale deep and slow over the phone …hell I was working myself up while teasing him . “Mmm..I did …I could still feel your nails clenching my hair as you came…” my whole body was getting hot at this point ..all I could see at this point is him between my thighs ..” OK so back to this proposition…”

“It’s simple …when you need me … you can have me ..and when I need you…”

“Andddd when …do you need me ? “ I almost Didn't wanna know the answer to that, I actually wanted to kick myself for splitting that out. . I could feel myself running down my thighs the more he talked. “ Well I’m in London right now …But I mean …I could use some company this weekend while we’re in Amsterdam for 2 days ..” The fact that he was in another country kind of threw me off for a minute the fact that he was able to fly overseas and still have time to text me while my ass took eight hours to even get my day together was mind boggling! But that also meant I wouldn’t see them at the AMAs tomorrow. “Wait …your in London ? ..you guys aren’t going to the AMAs?”

“Nope ..which kinda sucks because we haven’t been to a lot of American award shows. Buttttttt we have 2 shows at the O2 Arena which is pretty badass ! “

I could feel him smile through the phone so it was clear he was very proud of himself. But he should be “ Hell yeah that is badass! God I love London ..and the O2 is a hell of a venue …sooo Amsterdam huh ?”

“ I mean yeah ..if you want …are you free this weekend ? If so I’ll fly you out likeeeee…Friday and -“ The minute I heard that I was not having it …I’m more than down to have a exclusive fuck buddy . But I’m not letting him pay for my flights I’m more than capable . “Ugh nooooo, I don’t need you to pay for me I -“

“ Stop, it’s not like that ! Trust me I know you can pay for it …but this situation was my idea . And I’m the one initiating the first time so I think it’s only fair that I pay for your flight and hotel ! ..You can buy me Sushi or something ! “ we both laughed but I still wasn’t fully comfortable with him paying for my stuff . “I don’t know Tae , I’m not -“

“Chris..as long as your comfortable with the situation ..I don’t give a fuck what you say I’m not asking if I can pay for your flight and room I’m telling you ! Now let’s try this again…would you like to come down to Amsterdam this weekend and ride my face again ?”

#taehyung fanfic #taehyung smut #taehyung #bts imagines #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts v

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doptimous · 6 years ago

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VeC - chapter 2 - Antwerp

Here we are, second and last chapter of my contribution of @moonprincess92nz‘s Food Travel AU. It’s too long but I truly love Antwerp and I wanted to do it justice and then plot happened. *sigh*

He drifted in and out of sleep for nearly two hours and when finally, the bus stopped, Cassian felt overly disoriented. The night completely surrounded them, there was nearly no light outside and with Jyn still snuggled to his side, for the first time in days, he was actually a bit too warm. For such a small person, she ran surprisingly hot. The thought brought a new wave of warmth to his face and he was glad of the low light in the bus that prevented anyone to notice his blush.

He was lucky enough no one teased them but since Kes and Shara were all wrapped in their own bubble and Kay wasn’t the kind to comment on things like that maybe, maybe, he’d manage to avoid a public humiliation for indulging some human contact. After all, it wasn't his fault if Jyn fell asleep on his shoulder and okay, maybe he could have pushed her away slowly but why risking waking when she wasn't bothering him in any way? It didn't mean anything. And it didn't mean anything either when she blinked owlishly at him with her hair in disarray and the cutest smile on her lips.

“Hey,” he said stupidly, “we're here.”

If he could, he would have bang his head somewhere but luckily, no one heard him and Jyn seemed too out of it to notice the absolute nonsense of his words.

“Let's get out of this bus, shall we?”

That was a bit better but not for long because of course, Jyn realized what had happened and she blushed and stuttered an apology while trying to put the maximum distance between them and she nearly tripped on the strap on her bag in her rush to flee. Cassian reached for her arm to help her and with what he hoped was a very neutral tone, told her, “It's okay. Take your time, everything's fine.”

Then he grabbed his bag and went to join Draven and Mothma on the parking lot and didn't get time to worry about her anymore. Part of him wanted to stay but a bigger one feared the comment of the team so he chose to put some distance between them, at least for now. Since Kay was overseeing the unloading of the bus, probably to be sure that his equipment wasn't manhandled in any way, Cassian went to discuss with both directors about the upcoming shooting. The schedule wasn't too full and it didn't involved anything weird. A quick diner here at Antwerp followed by a few shots and a lunch the next day then they'd go to Brussels to take their plane and since it only took an hour to join the capital, they stayed here for two nights to minimize the cost of the bedding.

For now, of course, they had to check in their hotel if only to put their luggage away before filming. It would be unpractical to wander the city with a duffel bag and a suitcase so he followed Kay in the lobby and waited with the rest of the team to get his key. That when he noticed Jyn and Shara talking animatedly, well at least Shara was speaking with her hands and Jyn nodded while looking extremely bored and finally, Shara hugged her and left without another word.

“You're staring, dude,” Luke chuckled beside him, his phone in his hand. Cassian gaped but didn't deny it. He watched the Community Manager typed quickly on his screen and he nearly missed Kes walking behind him. He wrapped an arm around his shoulders and whispered, “So, amigo, how was it to sleep with the girl of your dream, hu?”

Cassian resisted the urge to push him away and only huffed in response but of course, Kes wasn't deterred so easily.

“Just admit you like her, Andor, we all see it. And I'm pretty sure she likes you too.”

Luke scoffed at that but he never looked up from his phone so it was difficult to know if it was really addressed to them. Anyway, Cassian was relieved when Draven call for him and Kay to get their key and prepare for their first shooting. It was time to work and maybe, he'd think about how good it was to have in his arms later but nobody needed to know that.

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She was settling on her bed and finally talking to Bodhi when there was a knock on her door.

“Oh oh, you've got company!”

Of course, Bodhi had to hear it too but Jyn rolled her eyes and didn't bother to get up. “It must be Shara. She gave me her suitcase when we arrived because she was hungry and couldn't wait to pick something. She can't work with a empty stomach, or so she said.” She pushed her computer to the side and said loudly, “It's open, come in!”

Her friend didn't seem convinced but he didn't press on the subject. That was one of the best things about him. She smiled at him when he resumed his story about the daily life of their home and she was so focused on her screen, on her friend, she didn't notice it wasn't Shara who came in her room. When finally she saw Cassian, he looked absolutely dreadful.

“What happened?”

The question was out before she could think and she was immediately on her feet.

“Nothing, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I...”

Bodhi's voice interrupted whatever he wanted to say when he squealed happily, “So you score a night with your crush and you didn't tell me!!”

Jyn groaned, mortified. “Shut up, Bodhi! That's not... just shut up.”

Again, she pushed her computer away, as if it could help with her situation and looked back at Cassian with her best fake natural smile pretending Bodhi didn't say anything. “So, what are you doing here?” She tried to smile more genuinely but she was way too stressed to manage more than a pitiful grimace.

“I... My suitcase was...” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to avoid looking at her as much as possible. That was when Jyn realized she had her pants wide open and only a very slim tank top under her hoodie.

“Shara told me there was a mistake with the luggage and apparently, my suitcase should be here.”

Brow furrowed, Jyn walked past him to grab the suitcase Shara'd given her and indeed, now she looked more closely at the tag, it wasn't hers.

“Why would she ...”

“She set you up, mate!” Bodhi's voice rang loudly in the room, followed by his barely hidden laugh. Jyn scolded, as did Cassian but before she could say anything else, Bodhi added, “You should play her.”

“How?”

Bodhi grinned at Cassian when he sat at the edge of the bed to face her computer and Jyn would have blushed if she wasn't so upset at her teammates.

“Well, obviously this Shara wanted you to spend some times together outside of your work,” Bodhi began and his eyes bored into Jyn's like a 'and I totally wonder why' but he had the very bright idea to not say it loud. “So you could either pretend you spend the night together and go all mushy until they all get bored of it or-”

“Or we'll do the opposite and pretend-”

“No,” Cassian cut brusquely, “since she wanted to meddle, the best way to get back at her is to let her in the dark.”

“What do you mean?”

Cassian was now avoiding looking at both her and Bodhi and it was very frustrating, especially with a topic like that. Then he turned to her and nearly pinned her with his intense gaze.

“Do you trust me?”

There was something dark in his eyes but his lips were gently curled, as if he was fighting a smile. Jyn took his hand and nodded.

“Then go change, we're going on a date.”

This time, his smile was more obvious and clearly playful. Jyn grinned back and she just waved Bodhi off when he tried to know what they were up to. She had no idea what Cassian had in mind but she wouldn't refuse a date with him, even a fake one.

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Founding an open supermarket at nine in the center of Antwerp was tricky but they managed to find a weird place underground but it was clean and it sold all kind of snacks and comfort food someone could want at night.

Jyn followed Cassian in silence as he grabbed random bags of candies or biscuits and finally, and the end of a third aisle, she asked, “So, what's the plan? Dying of sugar poisoning?”

Cassian stilled and looked down sheepishly.

“Well, I thought we could watch a movie or two in my room and I'd hope it seems conspicuous enough for Shara to take the hint-”

“You'd hope ? Well, sorry to tell you that but obviously you don't know Shara very well.”

He tried to hide his blush but Jyn saw it and smiled. He was cute when embarrassed.

“Okay so you're picking snacks for a movie night, but do you realize we've both eaten less than a hour ago?”

He nodded slowly and mumbled something about tomorrow morning that sounded highly suspicious but Jyn let it go because she wasn't sure how she felt about it. Instead, she grabbed two bags of candies and put them back on a shelf, replaced them by a bag of pop corn and went to the drink aisle for beer because if she was to spend the night in his room, pretending to whatever he had in mind, she preferred not to be to sober. She also picked a box of chocolates by the cashier because she could and when they went back to the hotel, they both had their arms full of junk food but at least, there was variety of it.

It was a bit weird to follow Cassian in his room, even if it was a perfect copy of her own it seemed intrusive and when she put her purchase on the bed she was glad she had alcohol with her. There was no place to sit beside the bed if they both wanted to see the screen. Cassian must have realized it too because he began to shuffle with his laptop, searching fr a way to plug it to the TV so Jyn opened her first bottle for the night, took a big gulp and shoo him away.

“Let the professional do her work, okay?” she teased while looking for the HDMI cable and when she found it, she held it to Cassian with a smirk. “See? I know my way around this kind of stuff.”

“Never doubt it.”

The way he said it, with such honestly and warm nearly made her blush and to avoid any more embarrassment, she asked, “What are we watching?”

Cassian pushed his laptop her way so she could see his list of movies. It was a very long list. He had almost every films of the last two years plus some older, a few classics and even some short films listed by foreign festivals.

“Wow, you're a real film-lover. I never thought I found someone who had anything from the ASSF.”

Again, Cassian hunched his shoulders and avoided her eyes and she was pretty sure his neck was red when he said, “I told you Kay'd stalked you when he'd learned you'll stand in for him... and well, you did a short film for the Aesthetic and-”

“And you had to watch it, of course.”

If anyone else had saw this particular movie she did in 2014 for the Aesthetic Festival, she would have felt ashamed, because it was bad but Cassian didn't mock her for it. Still, she drank some more because she didn't know what to say.

“you were cute in front the camera, too.”

She groaned but his smile was sincere so she didn't say anything else.

“So anything you fancy?” he asked in a blatant change of subject she was truly grateful for. “That's my to-watch list, so don't worry about me, choose whatever.”

He let her with his laptop and went to arrange the cushions so they can lean on the headboard and she was glad he didn't try to force them to stay too close. She picked up a random title and went to sit next to him. She could do it. After all, even if they were on his bed, it wasn't really his, he never slept in it and it was large enough for the tow of them, they didn't have to touch. She took the pop corn bag he gave her and focused on the screen because if she started to think about how she was here, she'd make things awkward.

In hour in the film, she was in her third Chouffe and she felt pretty dizzy. Cassian wasn't any better. They both giggled stupidly and once again, Jyn felt herself falling. It shouldn't become a habit to sleep on his shoulder, yet here she was. The film was good but it was late and she was drunk. By the time the credits rolled, she couldn't keep her eyes open but when she tried to get up, Cassian pushed her down on the bed. He ran his hand through her hair and she would have purr if she could.

“Shh, stay here. I'll go sleep in your room, don't worry.”

Jyn mumbled something that sounded dangerously like a too honest version of “no problem, I can share,” but when she opened her eyes again, she was alone in his bed and she didn't bother to get up. It was just an hotel room, they could perfectly switch, nobody should care.

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Antwerp by day light was a very pleasant surprise and Cassian really needed it after his fiasco of the night before. He should never have suggest to go out with Jyn in the first place and he shouldn't have made her come to his room. He'd made a fool of himself and even if she hadn't seemed upset this morning, he still felt like a jerk for spending the night in her room just to be seen at the right time and never telling her anything. Part of him wanted to tell Jyn what had happened and how he'd prepared for it but he feared for her reaction and for now, he couldn't speak to Jyn directly about anything else but the shooting so he didn't try.

He took a deep breath when he walked out of the hotel and was very pleased to note Antwerp wasn't as cold as Amsterdam and even if the sun was still missing, there was no rain, no wind, nothing. Just a late autumn day in a city that was truly beautiful. They were a few blocks away from the main station and when he saw the baroque buildings around Queen Astrid Plaza with all the gilding and the dramatic intensity of the construction, he regretted even more arriving at night. He would have sold their first filming better he had knew. Then maybe Draven had other ideas about the montage and wouldn't have it in a linear way.

Today, they walked around the Diamond district to take some pictures and shoot a few scenes before making a small chat with local tourism officials in front of Rubenshuis, the former house of the well-know Flemish artist. Cassian wasn't really familiar with architecture business but as he walked around the large streets of Antwerp's Center, he still appreciated the work on the stone façades with the exuberant towers and the half-columns.

As they took a break in front of the cathedral, he saw Shara coming near Jyn with a very determined look on her face and he nearly sighed when Kes and Luke tried to approach him as well. Of course, they wouldn't let the matter drop now.

“We didn’t see you this morning,” he heard Shara said as she looked over Jyn’s shoulder to peak at the small screen of her camera. Jyn hummed in response and still focused on her screen before raising her eyes to catch his and smirked. Maybe he'd be lucky enough for her to not mind much. She was nearly asleep when he left her and it wasn't like he took advantage of her or anything.

“What are you getting at, Shara?”

Cassian knew he shouldn't look at her, not with Kes and Luke so close, not with Kay probably still filming because the man didn't know when to stop but he couldn't help himself. With her legs firmly camped on the cobblestone and her camera raised in her hand like a weapon, Jyn looked ready for the battle and Shara didn't stand a chance. Despite her best effort to pry, Jyn didn't give her anything and Cassian felt a rush of pride to see her defect so easily her friend questioning. Of course, since Jyn didn't break, Cassian had to face his own questioning and if Luke tried for subtlety by mentioning his plans for the day, Kes was far more onerous. He kept ranting about how Antwerp was the right place to catch a girl, how buying diamond here was the best idea because of the price and how the city was so romantic.

“So, you bought your girl something?” Cassian finally asked to avoid having to tell him anything. When Kes fumbled with a response, Jyn chuckled and came to wrap an arm on his shoulders.

“Oh come on, dude, you should have seen it coming! You're the only one here trying to be steady. So go pick some ring and put it on her, I'm sure she'll be glad and won't think about all the thief and slavery associated with diamond's market.”

“You seem like you like jewelry very much,” Cassian noted wistfully and Jyn shrugged.

“I can see the appeal of it but honestly if you need a sparkling rock to know your partner's feelings, it's a bit sad.”

“So what would you like as a sign of affection?” Kes asked, looking meaningfully at Cassian who resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Again Jyn shrugged and looked around her, her brow furrowed. She was avoiding him but she was quite discreet about it.

“Respect of my opinion would be good. Oh, and not meddling without my consent too. Like, you know, just respect me as a person.” She smiled brightly, fake sweetness and all then she went to Draven, Wedge and Kay to organize the rest of their shooting. Cassian wasn't sure whether he wanted to hug her or beat Kes and himself for potentially ruining their relationship before it'd started. Probably both.

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@CassAndor Why would you choose THAT picture @walkstheskies WHY?!!

@walkstheskies Only because I couldn't get a nice of @jynserso and you ;)

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Since lunch wasn't a big deal here, like in most Northern Europe, they chose a little deli near the historic center and Jyn stole some fries from Wedge while filming Cassian. He had a cup a stew in his hands and tried to eat without making a mess, which, honestly was quite a feat. His meat wasn't cut small enough to make for one bite only and the sauce was too liquid but somehow, he managed to still look cute. It was weird to see him like that, as if he was another person in front of her camera. The shy man she spent the previous night with had disappeared to leave only a confident journalist with an easy smile she found strangely empty. When Draven called for a cut, she had to check for herself and used her criminal lack of food to approach him.

“Taste any good?”

He chewed quickly and handed her the cup.

“Actually, yes. But don't ask me what it is, 'cause I have absolutely no idea. Don't know the name either, potjives something, I'd say.”

Jyn grabbed the cup and took a full spoon of stew before looking for his fries.

“Did you know Belgian chips are fried twice?” Kay asked right behind her and Jyn nodded along with Cassian. Neither could speak with their mouth full so Kay went on about the nutritional disaster that Belgian chips were and when finally she could speak without being gross, all Jyn could say was, “And I don't know if you've noticed, but beer is cheaper than water. Belgian are truly disrespectful of the basic of human need. Weird they survived this long.”

Cassian chuckled beside her and something in his eyes made her feel hot. She shouldn't be talking about beer in front of him. Not after last night, not ever.

“But they've got good beers and good fries and as long as we don't...” Cassian stopped mid sentence clearly trying to maintain his composure and failing by a mile. “As long as we don't abuse it, we should be okay. And we're here to sample, Kay, but since you stay behind the camera, you don't have to risk anything.”

Then he turned to Jyn and with a bashful smile, asked, “Would you like to try some dessert later, when we're finished? I heard there's good pastry here, or maybe we could find some chocolates?”

For a short time, Jyn didn't catch it and all she could hear was the frenzied beating of her heart. Then she saw Kes' smug smirk and Luke suggested they took lots of pictures, for documentation purpose, of course. She realized then that Cassian was just playing his game to provoke them so she followed his lead and accepted to meet him later. It was weird but she enjoyed spending time with him and by the way Kay sniffed indignantly about how he would be left alone again to visit the Rubens museum, Jyn felt a wave of pride to be preferred to the best friend.

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@Dameron_Ks Wow, look at this @sharathebae, won't it be perfect for our lovely couple @CassAndor & @jynserso?

@jynserso Are you really trying to propose on Insta? Dude, that's lame. Even for you.

@walkstheskies Don't be worry, @jynserso, we all know @CassAndor is totally into you. You’ll get one soon!!

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They found themselves in a nice tearoom called Désiré de Lille, because Jyn couldn't resist when she saw the name earlier and it happened to be a very good choice. The place was cozy and warm, and they served one of the best hot chocolate he ever had with a lot of whipped cream and barely no sugar. Jyn ordered one of their sugared crispy waffle, the same kind she had on the bus, minus the chocolate, and nearly the same she gave him in France and he watched with honest fascination as she licked her finger when some treacle ran onto it.

Cassian was fairly sure they'd passed Kes and Shara at least two times but they'd both pretended they hadn't seen them as they'd tried to be sneaky. Jyn'd had the hardest time to keep from laughing at the very obvious couple in front of some diamond shop but Cassian'd caught her arm and crossed the street to avoid any confrontation. Then, a bit further, near the Grote Markt, Kes and Shara had been reading the outside menu of an Argentinian place just as they'd walked down the street and Cassian'd caught sight of Wedge and Luke smoking in front of a bar. But since no one had acknowledged them, they'd gone their merry way and had fun losing their stalkers.

Jyn was surprisingly good at disappearing in a crowd, even if it was as sparse as it was on a week night in the old center of Antwerp. If Cassian hadn't kept her hand firmly in his, he would have lost her just as easily as she lost their teammates and when he tried to broach the subject, she shrugged.

“I told you I traveled a bit with my guardian when I was a teen. But even then, I was mostly left on my own so I have to pick a trick or two to avoid gross weirdos.”

“And then?”

“Then what?”

“What did you do? You said you traveled as a teen, but after that? Why did you stop?”

He inwardly cursed his lack of subtlety when he saw how tensed Jyn became and without thinking he reached for her hand and squeezed gently her fingers.

“I didn't mean to pry.”

She smiled slowly, the weariness around her eyes softened slightly and she squeezed his fingers back.

“It's okay. It's just... I don't really do anything after, except college and work.” She shrugged again and did that thing where she seemed to shrink in herself, as if trying to disappear. He knew the feeling well and seeing her so clearly uncomfortable with the subject, he didn’t push it. Instead, he grabbed his phone and suggested they order another round of hot cocoa.

“I’ll take a picture for Luke. It’ll look good on Insta.”

“You realize that’ll get them exactly what they want, right?”

Cassian frowned a bit and Jyn added, “Proof we went somewhere together.”

He smirked, quite pleased with her remark.

“Yeah, but they already know that. What they don't is what we're doing and since I’m not one to kiss and tell, they could only wonder and that exactly what I aim for.”

Jyn crossed her arms on the table, leaned toward him and looked at him between her lashes when she whispered, “Oh because now you intend to kiss me? I thought it was just to pretend?”

If it were from anybody else, he probably would have just laugh it off but coming from Jyn, it gave the suggestion a new light and he nearly regretted she was only teasing him. But he too could play this game so he leaned forward and stopped an inch before his nose bump into hers, “Well, I don’t know. I mean, we need to sell it, right?”

She blushed prettily and he was left to wonder if really, it was just a game to get their team of their back by pretending to date. Maybe they really had something here and they were just too busy and too coward to see it and act on it. If he was honest, he'd admit, at least to himself, he liked Jyn. He didn't jump to spend time with her just because a bunch of weirdos set them up. Yes, he found it easier to make them stop by playing along with their game but he couldn't honestly say he totally disliked having to pretend he dated her.

It could quickly became dangerous so he took a step back and smiled more gently. “Don’t worry, though, I know we're here on business and it would be very unprofessional of me to try anything with you. I just don’t like people poking into my business, even if they had the best intentions.”

“I'm still not hearing a no here.”

He knew she was only teasing because her smile was too mischievous to be really flirty and even if her cheek were still a bit red, she was looking at him with her eyebrows raised in a comical fashion, not a seductive one. Nonetheless, he preferred to be honest with her, to avoid any misunderstanding for later. Especially if they kept on doing this charade. Because if he pushed her away now, it'd be easier to avoid anything latter. He truly was a coward.

“Jyn,” he began and suddenly he had her undisturbed attention to the point it could be trouble, “we've met what, two weeks ago?” he paused and when she nodded, he went on, “so it's a little short to really say we know each other, right?”

Again, she nodded and she may have wanted to add something but he didn't let her.

“I'm not saying it couldn't be but I'm not interested in flings, especially on the job.”

Something in her eyes made him drop his gaze because even if it was true, he also knew, deep down, that given the time, he could totally fall for her and her for him and that was exactly why he was doing this. Now wasn't the right time. Not when they were traveling and working every day together with so many people around them. When he heard her deep breath, he found the courage to look up again and was quite relieved to see her smiling.

“Okay, well, I'll need something stronger than chocolate to wash that burn, but let's take your picture before hitting the road. Then we'll find a bar or something so I could forget being rejected in a fake relationship I didn't even ask for.”

She squinted at him before he had the chance to respond and declared in a hushed voice, “Not alcoholic, I swear.” He grinned and waved for a refill of their drink, happy to see her taking it so well and maybe just a bit disappointed she didn't try to convince him they had a chance.

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It shouldn't have hurt so much yet Jyn still felt the burn of rejection deep in her bone even though she knew he was right. They barely knew each other. So what, she binge-watched his previous shows and saw him eat weird food? And okay, they had a few moments here and there where they talked but she had no idea what his favorite meal was even though they spent their days surrounded by food.

That was stupid. She was stupid. From the very beginning she knew she didn't stand a chance. He was a very well-known and very seductive journalist and she was just a nobody hired because no one else was available. And yes, she was pretty good at her job but that was beside the point. The point was Cassian had no interest in her and it shouldn't have been that much of a surprise. Plus she wasn't that interested either. Or so she was trying to convince herself while ordering a second Kwak and a plate of fries. Cassian was still nursing his Chimay bleue and the look he sent her way was doing stuffs to her that were totally inappropriate, especially now he made it perfectly clear even their charade could easily become too much.

“So,” she began as she plopped herself in the boot beside him, “tell me something about yourself.”

He blinked and she wondered if she was already drunk enough to not make sense.

“What do you want to know?”

She shrugged and looked around her to avoid facing him directly. They were in a local pub with nothing out of the ordinary, a mile away from the nice tearoom they'd left but the beer was good and pretty strong on the alcohol side so she had to be careful and not let herself say too much. She munched on her chips to gain some time and many absorb part of the alcohol she had.

“I dunno, tell me something I should know if we were really on a date and you tried to seduce me. That must be something people do, right?”

He rolled the bottle between his palms, stole some of her fries and Jyn fought the urge to look up. From the corner of her eyes, she saw him chew on his tongue and something coiled in her belly. He really had a nice mouth. A nice mouth that would never be near her because they didn't have this kind of relationship.

“I don't have much experience in the dating area,” he finally said and she nearly dropped her beer.

“Are you kidding me?”

Cassian's eyes were glued to the table and his grip on his bottle didn't seem so playful anymore. When he sighed, Jyn reached for his arm and squeezed gently his biceps.

“It's okay. I don't date either. I'm just surprise because... well,” she made a stupid gesture in his general direction and felt particularly foolish. She took another gulp of her beer, huffed a depreciative laugh and shook her head, “Appearance can truly be deceptive, right?”

His lips quirked up to the right and he caught her eyes for a second before shrugging, “I don't know, I've always felt quite dull outside of work. I mean, you've seen my best friend. He's not exactly the most appealing person yet we've known each other for years and we work well together.”

“But you work well with anyone.” She wanted to say more, to reassure him but the words escaped her.

“As you do. In less than two weeks you've charmed the whole crew, you've been friend with Luke since day two; Shara took maybe three more because she was ill, you've won Mothma with a pastry in France and even Draven is more lenient with you than with anybody else. You're truly a force of nature, Jyn.”

The way he was saying her name was doing things to her. Things she shouldn't be thinking of. Not right now. Not after he explained her he wasn't interested in her. Or was he?

“You're sending mixed signals, here, Cassian.”

Her head was spinning and she blinked owlishly, and of course he caught it because suddenly his arm was wrapped around her waist to steady her against him and he mumbled something in her hair she didn't understand and it was frustrating.

“I think we're both pretty drunk and we should get back.”

“You know, you didn't have to make me drink to get me to snuggle in your arms.”

Okay, she was definitely drunk if she'd said this aloud and the way he chuckled against her, she had. Damn it.

“We've already slept together, Jyn, remember.”

She stumbled a bit when they walked outside but the fresh air of the night helped slowly.

“In a bus. You're not interested, I get it, don't worry.”

Well, the connexion between her brain and her mouth wasn't working properly but she was fairly sure she could walk by herself. She just didn't want to and since he didn't seem to mind having her near him, why bother?

“I like it, having you near,” he said and maybe she'd talked out loud again, “and it's not I'm not interested in you, Jyn.”

Again, he said her name and she shivered because damn.

“I don't know you, I didn't have time. But if you let me...”

“Let you what?” she asked, suddenly stopping in the middle of the road. He was finally looking at her and the coil in her belly tightened even more. God, he was truly beautiful, even drunk. His eyes shined brighter and his lips... he did this thing again with his mouth and she wanted to kiss him.

“I don't want a fling with you. And don't want for either of us to be pressured into anything because some of our teammates got bored and wanted a distraction. I want to know you. Give me time okay?”

His words were whispered nearly on her lips and she felt his nose bump her when she nodded. They walked slowly back to the hotel and by the time they made it to the lobby, Jyn's brain was back to normal. Mostly. Still, in the lift, she asked, “Did you let your suitcase in my room?”

Cassian stilled beside her and she chuckled lightly, “Okay, Don't worry about it, you can take it now. And you could even stay with me to finish selling this all mess if you want.”

She tried to smile and feel confident but it was difficult when he had his perfect mask of indifference on. When the door opened, Jyn was ready to go to her room alone and sleep mortification away but Cassian grabbed her hand and lead her to her room.

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Their bus for Brussels was supposed to be at eight. Cassian was sure of it because Kay had told him twice before he left him to wander with Jyn. Draven had said so too. Yet, when he arrived in the diner room of the hotel to grab a cup of coffee before leaving, he found no one. At least, none of his crew.

He waited for nearly a quarter of an hour before feeling suspicious and when Jyn arrived, alone, Cassian clenched his fingers on his cup and checked his phone. Maybe he missed something, a text or a call that told him there had been a last minute change.

But no. His phone was deadly silent, not even a notification from any social media. that was highly suspicious.

“Hey!” Jyn greeted with a small smile, “where are the others? We should be getting ready by now, right?”

“I thought so too but I’m trying to think we were stood up.”

She frowned and turned around to look at the room before reaching for her phone too. She tapped a few keys then went for a cup of tea and sat down heavily beside him. Her phone biped and she frowned some more while reading. At least, she had some intel but by the look on her face, it wasn’t promising.

“What?”

Cassian was stressed beyond being polite and somehow, he knew she wouldn’t mind. Actually, she gave him her phone with a sigh, “They already left. Do you want something to eat?”

Cassian blinked once, twice and read Luke’s text over and over, but he didn’t get it.

“Why? What happened?”

Jyn shrugged and grabbed a plate to help herself in the breakfast buffet.

“Remember when Luke told us to take pictures for documentary purpose? I think he convinced Draven to let us wander a bit on our own. There is another fly this afternoon, so if we catch the bus on schedule, we could still make it to Germany by tonight and we have a little less than a day in Brussels. I’m pretty sure I can shoot a few places too.”

She was very flippant about the all ordeal and when Cassian wondered out loud about it, she told him between to mouthful of porridge, “I always wanted to eat a mitraillette - a machine gun. It’s a meatball sandwich you find in Wallonia. And now, I can and it will be documented.” She grinned and he could help but chuckled because of course, she’d think like that.

“So you’re not bothered to be stuck with me?”

“No, why? Are you?”

Cassian shook his head and went to grab a plate too. It would be a weird day but at least, he’d get some time alone with her, and maybe, he’d learn a thing or two. Since she didn’t seem to mind, why would he?

Just so you know, Désiré de Lille is my favorite place in Antwerp even if the waiters are quite rude. Their hot chocolate is the best. And I’m truly sorry I couldn’t get to write out Brussels because it’s probably my seconde favorite place in the world but I couldn’t drag this any longer. Thanks to @crazy-fruit for her patience and comprehension. She’ll tell more about our couple being delayed!!

#rebelcaptain #food travel au #rebel captain food travel au #jyn erso #cassian andor #antwerp #belgium #my fics

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Vows. (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Note: Hey guys! This is just a short fanfic that was requested a while ago. I hope you all like it! If you would like to send in a request feel free to message me or send me an ask! They are always open. <3 Also, if you would like to be added to my permanent tag list let me know HERE! Also, reader is the same age as Steve, NOT Max.

Requested by the lovely @emmaelizabeth2014 : Can you do a Steve x Reader fic where y/n gets hurt or sick and Steve freaks out and takes care of them ? Thank you for the request, love! I really hope you like it and it doesn’t disappoint, I had A LOT of fun writing it!

Summary: You get in a little accident while hanging out with Max and mum Steve mode is activated.

“Hey, Max.”

“Hey Steve, what’s up?”

“Not much, just um-have you seen (y/n)? I haven’t seen her the whole day and Lucas said you hung out with her yesterday. Did something happen?”

“Yeah…okay, listen. She asked me specifically not to tell you because you always get too worried and freak out.”

“What? No I don’t, what are you talking about?” Steve said in an almost offended manner.

“The whole dema-dog situation comes to mind?” Max replied jokingly with half an eye roll.

“Hey! That was different, okay? I had to take care of you and you were in danger!”

“Okay! Fine! I’ll tell you, just don’t tell her I told you, okay?” Max gasped in frustration, finally giving up.

“Yes! pLEASE.” Steve replied in desperation.

“Okay, so, we were hanging out last night, trying a stupid new trick on the skateboard and she fell, pretty badly too. She broke her arm and scratched part of her face and knees. The thing is, her parents aren’t in town and they don’t know what happened…because, well, you know them. I tried to go and check up on her today before school, but you know Billy…he’s an ass.” Steve nodded in agreement, he was an ass. “Anyway, no one can know, okay? We can’t afford the word getting to her parents.”

“Umm…Yeah” Steve said as he shook his head, the concern already showing on his face. Max stared back at him. “Oh no, there’s that face again. I knew it was a bad idea to tell you!”

“What? Nono, what face, what are you talking about? I’m fine, I’m not worried at all.” Steve quickly snapped out of it. “Besides, that’s what she gets for hanging out with you.” He finished with a snobby tone.

Max let out a chuckle “What, instead of hanging out with you?”

Steve could feel the warmth running quickly to his cheeks. “Wh-why would I want her to hang out with me?”

“Everyone knows you like her, Steve.” Max glared at him with a smirk.

“WHAT? I mean, WHat are you talking about? Pfft, I-I don’t like her.”

“Yeah, sure Steve. Keep lying to yourself.” And with that Max closed her locker shut and headed to class, leaving Steve completely dumbfounded.

“Shit.”

You were lying on your bed, feeling completely crushed and torpid. “Uuugh.” You groaned as you heard the phone ringing next to you, the sound piercing through your ears. At first you thought it might be your parents, so you contemplated on just letting it ring, but it wouldn’t stop. You hissed as you struggled to prop yourself up on your pillow, finally answering the phone.

“Hello?” your voice coming out a little more broken than you intended.

You heard someone clearing their throat on the other line before nervously starting “Uh…He-Hello?” You quickly realized who it was.

“Um, Steve? What’s going on?”

“Uh, no-nothing. I just um, I…how…are…you?” he said, struggling to come up with an excuse for calling, facepalming himself. This was not going as he had rehearsed it.

“Oh-um, yeah, I’m alright.” You lied, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Why weren’t you at school today?”

“Missed me did you?” you teased with a chuckle. You couldn’t see, but Steve had gotten red with embarrassment.

“Okay, you know what? Cut the shit. I know what happened, Max told me.”

“wHAT? Ma-”

“Yeah yeah, she had no other choice okay? I’m just worried, she said your parents weren’t home.”

“I’m okay Steve, really. I can manage.”

“Uh-uh, I’m coming over.”

“No you’re not! I have a fever and I don’t want you to catch anything.”

“aRE you serious?! That’s worse! Now I’m definitely coming over.” you could really hear the genuine frustration in Steve’s voice.

“I-I promise I can take care of myself, yeah?” you half-said to yourself, you weren’t really sure if you could actually manage. “Promise you won’t worry or come over?” you ended softly after a pause

“Yeah” Steve whispered into the phone, he closed his eyes and put his forehead against his arm that was resting on the wall, “I won’t come over, just…don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

“No guarantees” you replied through a chuckle “I’ll see you on Monday at school, yeah?”

“Okay, see ya then.”

And with that you hung up the phone and resumed to sleeping, your fever was getting worse, the pain piercing through your brain.

“I just hope I don’t scare her to death.” Those were Steve’s last thoughts before climbing up to your window. He raised his hand to knock on it when he saw you there, softly sleeping. His gaze lingered on you a little bit longer, completely enamored…until he felt like a creep. He shook his head, snapping out of his trance “What is wrong with me!?!?” he mumbled to himself before finally knocking softly on your window. You moved around in your bed, faintly hearing the sound against the thin glass but thinking it was part of the dream you were having. After a couple of knocks you finally opened your eyes, slowly, getting blinded by the lights in your room. You let out a little scream when your view adjusted and you saw Steve’s face on your window “What the-!?!” After a moment of staring at him in shock and disbelief, you finally got up confused and walked over to opened the window for him.

“What the hell, Steve!?!?!” you shouted in a whisper, not wanting to catch the neighbors’ attention.

“I know, I know” he said as he put up both his hands in the air “I know I said I wouldn’t come over, but I’m really worried, okay!?” he stared at you for a moment with the biggest, dorkiest puppy eyes you have ever seen. “Let me in, please?” he finished softly.

“Fineee, come in.” you rolled your eyes as you moved so he could enter the room. He stared at you for a minute, noticing the big scratch you had on the side of your cheek. He didn’t have to say a word, his face showed all the concern and pity he was feeling for you. You rolled your eyes at him

“I’m fine, Steve.”

“Yeah, umm-” he said a little bit embarrassed that you had noticed his gaze “I-uh, I brought you… chicken soup!” he held up the bag he was holding in one of his hands, trying to change the subject.

“You did?!” you replied surprised.

“Well, kind of…I stole a recipe from my mum’s cookbook and bought the ingredients on the way here, I was hoping I could make it here?” You looked at his optimistic eyes with a hesitant gaze. “Okay, listen, I know what you’re thinking. But this soup always makes me feel better and I just wanna help, yeah? Besides, I know what I’m doing. I promise I won’t burn down the house.”

“Like you promised you wouldn’t come over?” you teased

“Hey! That was different! Plus, technically, I never promised that.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll trust you then.”

Ten minutes later, Steve came rushing into the room, the smoke following behind him. “Okay, so um…I lied.” Steve started saying through a cough “I don’t actually know what I’m doing.” The smoke caught up to you, making you start coughing like crazy. “Oh shit.” Steve rushed over to your side to fan you with the towel that was over his shoulder. You started laughing through the coughs at his sight of desperation.

“wHY are you laughing!?” Steve said in an offended tone.

You couldn’t help but tell him “You’re such a mum, Steve.”

He put his hand up to his chest and gasped dramatically “What’s that supposed to mean?!?!”

“Nothing bad!” you quickly reassured him “You just worry about everything and everyone. It’s nice.” His face started becoming a pinkish red color now “you think it’s nice?” he said shyly, you rolled your eyes with a laugh and slapped his shoulder before starting to violently cough again. Steve quickly ran to the window and opened it, making you shiver when the cold air hit your skin.

“Shitshitshit” you could see him starting to panic again. “Wait there, I’ll get you a blanket”

You laughed at his face full of guilt and worry. “It’s not like I can move” he rolled his eyes at you before moving towards the closet and looking for an extra blanket. “I hope this one is okay” he mumbled to himself as his eyes finally met one. He quickly walked over to you and placed the piece of cloth over your shoulders. His eyes met yours for a moment as he hesitated. “Sit down with me” you whispered softly, your faces inches away. He nodded his head gently before cautiously sitting down on the bed, beside you. After a moment of silence and a very tense feeling consuming the air around you, you reached out your good hand and placed it delicately over his, your eyes still entrapped in each other’s.

“You know, I can still make you a mean cup of coffee” Steve joked, trying to ease the moment.

“No, I think the house is burnt enough” you replied with a grin in a mocking tone. You loved to tease Steve, you thought it was really cute when he got all fiddly and embarrassed, but this time it was different. He looked down at the floor, almost ashamed, and was completely quiet.

“I’m sorry” Steve finally broke the silence “I just wanted to help” he continued with culpability peaking out of his voice.

“Don’t be-” you said in a smooth tone

“You don’t understand” Steve interrupted before you could continue “I’m sorry, I just wanted to make you feel better, have a nice time, you know? I’m sorry…because, I like you” he shook his head, not believing he actually said it out loud “Shit, there’s no turning back now” he thought to himself.

“I know…but so do I” you answered with a soft smile. Steve’s head quickly snapped with shock towards you. He tried to open his mouth to protest but nothing came out, instead his now heavily blushed face gave him away completely. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction. “You’re so cute” you continued through your chuckle “This was nice, this is nice” Steve’s gaze lit with hope with each word that came out of your mouth “And you did make me feel better, even if you almost made me homeless because of chicken soup” Steve let out a small laugh, grabbing your hand a little bit tighter. “It’s now or never, now or never Steve” he kept thinking to himself. Finally, after overthinking it for a minute, he put his hand on your cheek and softly rubbed his thumb against it, making you close your eyes at the feeling of comfort. His hand started trailing down to your lips as his eyes followed, coming to a halt when he reached the corner of your mouth. He softly ran his thumb across you bottom lip before gently grabbing your chin and tilting it up. He stared at you one last time before nervously placing his lips on yours. You felt a rush through your body, you had never felt this way with anyone before. The world felt infinite, you forgot where you were, the pain and headache you previously felt were replaced by the warm feeling of fondness, tenderness, love.

You never wanted this to end.

Steve pulled away and your eyes lingered on each other as you ran your fingers through his velvety hair. Steve placed his forhead against yours and closed his eyes, wanting to remember every detail of today.

“What’s that vow people make? In sickness and in health?” he started

“Now you want to marry me, Harrington?” you said in a mocking tone and a smirk on your face.

“Maybe.” He shook his head as he chuckled. “At least I know I can take care of you.” You gave him a knowing glare “Well, kind of” he admitted in defeat.

“That’s good enough for me.” You gave him a smile before patting the bed beside you. Steve quickly took the hint and walked over to the other side, sliding into the covers next to you. He placed one of his arms over your shoulder, taking care of not hurting you. You placed your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat rapidly lulling you to sleep. Just as you were drifting into a deep, deep slumber you heard Steve panicking again “wAIT, YOU DIDN’T TAKE YOUR MEDS, OH MY GOD ARE YOU GOING TO DIE!?!?!”

And that’s how to kill the moment the Steve Harrington way.

I hope you guys liked it! Sorry to Emma for taking so long to post this! I was really busy, but I really hope it lived up to expectation. Thanks again for requesting! <3

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hellomissmabel · 7 years ago

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“Hello future husband”

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Bucky x plus size!reader

Warnings: Mentions of sexy times (really briefly) and major fluff! Also, Steve x Sharon Carter, if that’s a warning for you.

Word count: 2.670

Summary: Sharon is getting married to Steve, Y/N’s ex boss and also ex crush, and has asked her childhood best friend Y/N to be one of her bridesmaids. This could lead to some pretty awkward situations, but Y/N is determined to get it over with. Who knows? Maybe she’ll meet someone new?

A/N: This is the first one-shot with a plus size reader. There will be more plus size!reader one-shots and if you want on their tag list, please let me know by sending me an ask or leaving a comment on the announcement post for said one-shot.

This one is dedicated to @im-buckybarnes

All plus size fics can be found here

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Y/N,” your best friend Wanda had uttered as you tried on your bridesmaid dress. She’s fidgety and nervous as she brings the subject up again. “You know, given your history with Steve…”

You roll your eyes at her as you turn around, facing the mirror and admiring the smooth, white tulle. You had to give it to Sharon, she had impeccable taste. At first you were anxious that her bridesmaid dresses of choice would be too tight, given you aren’t a size two like her and the others girls. But Sharon loves your curves and as she made the final call on the dresses, she opted for an off-white top with half long sleeves and a tulle skirt to match.

“Wanda,” you whine softly at her comments, running your hands down the skirt in awe. It truly did your full-figured form justice. “Sharon and I go way back. She knows I used to work for Steve before I started on my own.”

“But does she know you used to date?,” Wanda asks casually as she twirls around in her chair, sucking on a cherry lollipop and kinking a knowing eyebrow.

“We didn’t date, Wanda,” you sigh dramatically, telling the lady of the store that you like the dress and disappear into the changing room. “I’m sure she heard the rumours!,” you shout from behind the curtain. “We kissed and fooled around. I mean, we had a good thing going on but we were never really an item. Yet I’m sure a lot of people spread nasty rumours about it behind our back.”

“You know,” Wanda says in a sing-songy voice once you emerge from the changing rooms and hand over the dress to the store assistant. “You never told me why you broke it off.”

You shoot her a confused look, thanking the lady. “I did tell you, Wanda. You were the first that heard about it.”

“You said that if you stayed on as Steve’s associate at his firm, that would’ve meant the end of your career,” she continues as she both exit the store. “You said you still wanted to grow, professionally and personally, and that the only way to make that come true was to start on your own. But you never, never explicitly said that’s why you broke it off with poor Stevie.”

“Okay,” you eventually relent after successfully hailing a cab and telling him the address to your shared apartment. “Maybe I didn’t tell you the whole story.”

Wanda mutters a victorious “I thought so” under her breath, squeezing your knee encouragingly. “So is it because of another man?,” she inquires curiously. “Is it that Sam guy you met when we went clubbing for my birthday? Or is it that Tony guy we ran into at Macy’s?”

“God no! I’m not a cheater, Wanda,” you immediately react, playfully slapping her and away. “Another woman is more like it!”

“ANOTHER WOMAN!,” Wanda exclaims so loudly the cab driver stares angrily at her from the rear-view mirror.

“One of the biggest clients Steve ever acquired, Natasha Romanoff, switched sides and left Steve’s firm to become my client. That woman has had more husbands than manicures.”

Wanda giggles at the top of her voice and the driver asks her to take it down a notch. “Anyway, It was her own decision. I had nothing to do with it, but Steve couldn’t get over it. He was so bitter over the entire thing that I had to walk on eggshells every time our paths crossed. That’s what happens when you swim in the same waters, I guess…”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Wanda offers sincerely, paying the cab driver and leaving a generous tip once you’ve arrived at your place.

“It’s okay, love,” you tell her honestly, walking up the stairs to the brownstone as she fishes out the key to the front door.

“Still, it must be so weird for you to see your childhood best friend marry your ex and former boss.”

“It’s definitely weird,” you admit softly, dropping your bag off before taking a seat at the kitchen table. Wanda takes a seat next to you, smiling sadly. “But he isn’t really my ex and I’m happy for them. I truly am. And let’s not forget it was me who introduced Sharon to Steve at that legal convention.”

Getting up from your seat, you know her worried eyes are following you, burning into your back as you go to boil some hot water for tea. “If Steve and I ever officially got together, the competition would’ve teared our relationship apart eventually.”

Wanda nods her head gently. “You’re sure you don’t need me to come too? As your plus one?”

“It’s been 2 years since I left. So yeah, I’ll be fine.”

The ceremony was brief but heartfelt. Sharon was wearing a sober white halter dress with a short veil, adorned with delicate white flowers. Steve was just as you remember him, dressed to the nines, as you knew he would be, in a dark blue tuxedo. They had also chosen to write their own vows. Even though your eyes often wandered back to Steve, you kept them firmly trained on Sharon for most of the time.

The wedding reception was another thing entirely. Sharon said she wanted to have an intimate wedding yet the number of guests attending the ceremony was anything but humble. You were drowning in a pool of bodies and an ocean of fabric, trying to find your assigned seat. After some searching and bumping into many unfamiliar faces, you could finally track down the wedding planner, Peggy, conveniently also Sharon’s niece.

“Let me see…,” she hums impatiently as she scans the list of tables and seats until she finds your name. “You’re sitting at the table next to the ice sculpture.”

“But all the other bridesmaids are sitting over at the chocolate fountain,” you tell Peggy, slightly confused.

Your request annoys her a little yet she goes over the names a second time, confirming her initial statement with a quick nod. “All the other bridesmaids brought their boyfriends or husbands with them. You’re the only one without a plus one. So you’re seated next to the best man, Bucky Barnes. He also didn’t bring a date.”

The name rings a bell and you half recall crossing your gaze with Steve’s best man, but you can’t quite put a face to the name just yet. “O-okay,” you stutter insecurely, earning a tired smile from Peggy who quickly sends you on your way.

The ice sculpture isn’t hard to find, located the closest to the main table where the family of the bride and groom are seated. They’re about to serve the first course, so you’ll have to hurry up. Some guests glare daggers at you as you try to wiggle past them, even though you politely ask them to move their seats up a little bit so you can swiftly move through. You’re used to it by now, the judgement some skinny people have towards men and women who don’t conform to “normal” beauty standards. You used to struggle with this for a very long time before you realised you’re better than that. Now it doesn’t affect you as much anymore, confident in your own skin and successful job.

When your table finally reaches your line of sight, the relief is unmatched, especially when you see that most of the other guests are still happily chatting away with other attendees from adjourning tables, champagne glass in hand. They haven’t even noticed there’s still one person missing, everyone except for the handsome brunet next to your empty seat.

When your eyes lock, the wind is instantly knocked from your lungs. He was looking a little sad at first, engaged in a dull conversation with the overzealous maid of honour about Sharon’s choice of flower arrangements. Yet his blues vanish into thin air the very moment your flustered cheeks reach his gaze. Licking his lips, a cocky grin tugs the corners of his lips upwards, your knees weakening at the sight of such a devilishly handsome face. His sharp cheekbones alone are enough to get you gasping for air.

Even before you have reached your final destination, he gets up from his seat and pulls back your chair, that smug expression ever-present. You thank him kindly for the gesture, remaining in a standstill for a few more seconds, astonished by his this cherub of a man. “Hello future husband,” you think to yourself as you take in his sparkling blue eyes, touches of grey glistening like the bubbles of champagne all the guests are so royally consuming.

It isn’t until he replies that you realise you didn’t just think that, but also said those exact words aloud. “Well, hello there future wife,” he chuckles confidently before sitting back down next to you. “The name’s Bucky Barnes. And what should I call this beautiful dame?”

You look away first, then bury your face in your hands. “Oh God, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, doll,” he assures you softly, pushing your glass of champagne towards you. “Take a sip, love. It helps, trust me.”

You peer at him through your fingers, his tender smile coaxing you from behind their shelter. The glass is way too small for your liking as you drink the liquid all at once, taming your embarrassment. “My name is Y/N,” you smile sheepishly at his open mouth.

“Well, Y/N,” he muses in an amused tone, “Bride or groom?”

“Both,” you admit shyly, “Sharon and I grew up together and I used to work with Steve.”

“You’re a the Y/N Y/L/N,” he exclaims all of a sudden and you groan at his enthusiasm. “The divorce mediator that used to shag dear ol’ Steve.” He leans back in his chair, pupils blown in amazement. “It’s a shame Steve never got to introduce us. I spent a long time abroad.” Carding his fingers through his hair, he exhales gently as he looks deep into your eyes. “I’m a divorce lawyer, too.”

“I’m a mediator, there’s a big difference there. You have a degree in law, I have a degree in psychology and law.”

Swirling the crystal glass between your fingertips, you avert your eyes from his curious gaze. Maybe you were wrong about him, maybe he believes the rumours just like everyone else.

“And apparently I’m also the only single friend. I wonder why that is,” you laugh softly, the sound bittersweet.

“Hey now,” he instantly shifts forward in his seat, taking one of your hands in his while the other caresses your cheek, brushing away a stray wisp of hair curled for the occasion. “You are stunning, doll, and I’m so freaking lucky you’re single and that I ended up seated next to you.”

“Peggy might’ve mentioned something similar, too,” you whisper to yourself so Bucky doesn’t hear, a little smile gracing your lips. Squeezing your hand one last time, he lets go so the waiter can present you the first course. You smile gratefully at Bucky, your spirits lifted high by his considerate reaction. You can see it in his eyes that he means every single word.

Dinner is spent in joyous chatter, Bucky visibly rejuvenated by your presence and how much you have in common. You barely speak to anyone else during the entire service, the best man absorbing all of your attention so effortlessly that you hang on every word that falls from his lips. When the time has arrived for the first dance, his loving fingertips find their way to your knee under the table cloth. It isn’t until “Yours” by Ella Henderson starts to play and Sharon and Steve weave their hands together in perfect unison, that you understand Bucky’s sign of affection.

“You don’t have to look, doll,” Bucky whispers gingerly into your ear.

Silently appreciating the elegance of the scene taking place in front of you, you rest your hand on Bucky’s. “It’s okay, Bucky. I love this song.”

He graces you with an understanding smile, placing his other hand over yours so both his hands now share their warmth with you. It helps you through the first dance and as soon as Sharon and Steve clear the dancefloor for the other guests, he pulls you with him straightaway. Bucky twirls you around, shows off his dance moves and more importantly, makes you laugh and feel loved.

He pulls you close when the DJ switches things up and plays a slow song again, his lips caress the shell of your ear as he speaks. “You are the most enchanting creature I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting to know.”

“Thank you, Bucky,” you whisper in return as he presses his cheek to yours, chuckling happily and smiling like a complete dork.

A spirited cough resounds from behind you and reluctantly you detangle yourself from Bucky, who takes a step back once he sees who it is. “I was hoping to have a quick chat with you. It won’t take long.”

Steve straightens his back, knowing his interruption is unwelcome. But Bucky doesn’t seem to mind, so you nod and let him take over. As the music plays out, you sway and shuffle to the final notes. “I see you and Bucky are having a lot of fun,” he notes with a soft chuckle. “I’m glad you could make it, Y/N.”

“I’m glad, too,” you say as you lay your head to rest on his shoulder. “You and Sharon make a great couple. I still wonder why you didn’t tie the knot as soon as I introduced you two.”

Hearty laughter rumbles through his chest and he presses one last, chaste kiss to your temple. “Y/N… About Bucky, he’s a great guy. He won’t hurt you like I did. I’m so sorry, love. You deserved better.”

“Steve…” You try to tell him he shouldn’t say things like that but he has already joined Sharon’s side again, his absence soon replaced by Bucky who picks up where you left off, swirling you into his arms.

“That’s not my favourite look on you, doll,” Bucky hums in a flirty voice, noticing you’re a little thrown off guard by Steve’s sudden revelation. “Why don’t you smile for me, hm?”

With a girly giggle, you push away all thoughts of Steve and replace them with happy thoughts about Bucky. “Better?,” you smirk at him as you peck his cheek and he turns all red.

“Sweetheart,” he coos seductively, flashing you a toothy grin. “I don’t mean to be too forward, but can I take you home tonight? I’m not asking you to sleep with me or anything,” he adds quickly, sensing your reluctance, “I just want to make sure you get home safely and maybe, just maybe, you’ll give me your number as a thank you?”

Now it’s your to hum in amusement. “Maybe I’ll give you more than just my number as a thank you,” you tease him playfully.

“A date?,” he pipes up hopefully, boyish laughter escaping his lips.

“Yes. But only if you take me home safely,” you promise with a wink.

Bucky tightens his grip around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest. “Well, well, future wife, I think we have a deal here.”

“Well, well,” you nudge his nose with yours, his lips hovering over yours, “future husband. I think we do.”

“Perfect,” he mumbles to yours lips, “You’re fucking perfect,” kissing you slowly on the lips. “Did I already mention that I love curvy girls?”

“You might’ve, I don’t remember clearly,” you play coy, “But it doesn’t hurt to say it again.”

Bucky repeatedly pecks your lips, both of you smiling brightly into the soft kisses, before offering you his hand, which you gladly take. You quickly escape the wedding crowd, kicking your heels off as soon as you get into his car, ready for a hot ‘n heavy make-out session at the backseat of his car.

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regrettablewritings · 7 years ago

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Writer’s Tag

Rules: Answer all 21 questions, let the one who tagged you know you answered and then tag your writing pals!

I was tagged by: @locke-writes. What beast hath you released upon these fields?

The Works:

1. Which is the imagine you’re most proud of?

Hmmm...Not a whole lot because it takes me a while to actually be content with the things I’ve written. At this point, however, I’m most pleased with Stripulation because it was my first Barba fic and done while also writing a long-ass essay on Titus Andronicus. Plus, I managed to speak to @ohbelieveyoume in the first place because I bombarded her with my thoughts on how Barba’s secret could’ve been that he was a stripper. I also think that how it was written sets the tone for my general style of writing: Dramatic, humorous, and just plain weird in some cases. HC set-wise, definitely the Kidnapped HCs. I’m rather proud of how they turned out almost like a regular, paragraphical story and I finally got to use some of the angst I disturbingly like to read about when reading rescue stories. ...Ignore that. Plus, that sucker is 9 pages in Word!

2. Which is your least favourite?

Blargh, what isn’t my least favorite? . . . Okay but yeah, I’ve honestly never been too fond of The One Reason to Love the Glasshouse. I wrote it right before I blew a mental gasket and couldn’t be pleased with anything I wrote, and I think it shows. The writing feels so lifeless and boring . . . HC set-wise, the NSFW Digger Harkness piece, which is a shame because I love Capt. Boomerang. I think I was just in an off headspace at the time of writing it and also wasn’t sure what to do when it came to writing Digger’s accent.

3. If you were to recommend one to read to your mum/mom?

My mom knows I have a blog where I write, but I could never tell her who or what i wrote about. Besides, she’s wicked good at editing and would spot every single mistake I’ve made and I can barely handle the feeling of a classmate reading over my mistakes, much less my own mother. But if I had to -- gun to my head -- it’d probably be How to Be a Good Catholic. She herself is Catholic and would likely widen her eyes at the crap I wrote ( “We don’t do that anymore, crazy girl!!”). I would, of course, be hiding as she reads it.

4. Which one would you consider re-writing?

God, so many if I actually had the drive. I particularly am not entirely fond of how I ended The Hairy Situation; I know I wanted to go a different route with it, but I can’t remember what I initially had planned. I also probably should’ve divided up Day Bi Day: A Documented Study of the Bisexual because that bastard is way too long to hold general attention. I want to add more to the Dating Finn Would Include but may as well just make a second part to it when I had the time. Might rewrite or at least gussy up the NSFW Digger Harkness HCs though. I also wish I could rewrite the ending of How to Be a Good Catholic. because I have a bad habit of never knowing how to finish a story until it’s already been posted and gained attention.

5. Biggest regret in an imagine?

Writing The One Reason to Love the Glasshouse. It was just so sloppy and I guess I just wanted to write it to force creativity out of me. It fell unceremoniously into a grotto in my opinion. Also, I wish I could remember how to write simpler. You can tell which imagines were from when I was first starting out because they’re shorter than my more recent stuff (with the exception of A Practice in Happy Memories). The reason why is because most of them were written on my phone

6. Biggest success with an imagine?

Writing Day Bi Day to play out somewhat like a documentary was a bit of a nightmare because documentaries are such an audible and visual thing, even with storytelling regarded. But I fucking did it (I think)! I’m also really proud with how the Kidnapping HCs came out, too. I was originally going to keep it short and simple and start with the reader already being kidnapped with very little interaction between Bruce and the kidnappers but it kept flowing out until I decided to give it a beginning, middle, and end

7. Your imagine with the most notes?

M’kay so it took some time (had to go through each one of these blasted things and record their note counts), but I’ve finally come back with the numbers. In terms of an actual imagine in typical fanfiction format, my most popular piece is . . . the Jonathan Byers Soulmate AU. I also looked at my headcanons as well! The most popular one for that format was . . . the . . . Dating Jonathan Byers Would Include. . . . *sighs heavily and takes a swig from Dr. Pepper bottle* Y’know, I miss when Bruce was my money-maker. And I’m not ashamed to admit it.

8. Your imagine with the least notes?

. . . *skims through shit again* Uhhhh . . . HC-wise, I think my NSFW Digger?? I know there’s much lower but they belong to the basic HC memes. Traditional format-wise, The Hairy Situation.

9. What do you think makes a good imagine? Tips?

I. . . don’t really know. Honestly, I wing most of my stuff. The only thing I can say is write what you want to see with the notion that it’s not already there.

10. When’s the next update on your works?

Aside from the NSFW Frank Castle meme that’s been sitting in the cellar of my inbox since November, the only thing I got is the prize for my giveaway winner. Otherwise, unless somebody donates or whatever, I don’t plan on writing until I got my shit in order.

11. Number of followers before you started writing and after? I made this blog for the purpose of dumping my crap here instead of dumping it on others via their submissions box. So 0. At the time of this post, it’s 1,264. I don’t understand how it got this bad.

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The Writer:

1. Which character do you love writing for?

The character who I keep winding up writing for is Barba. Since SVU left his personal life wide-fucking open (fucking assturds),there’s plenty to work with. I particularly seem to take sadistic joy in putting him in blush-worthy situations that force him to be more open with his significant other.

2. Which character do you dislike writing for?

There are, but I’ve never had to write for them to begin with.

3. What’s your favourite AU to write for?

Soulmate AUs are generally the only ones I’ve written for consistently.

4. What’s your least favourite AU to write for?

Haven’t written for any AUs other than a buncha soulmate AUs and one mobster AU.

5. What do you hope never gets requested?

Anything rape-y or morally disturbing.

6. What do you wish was requested more?

Hmmm... Well, I don’t really take requests until I’m doing memes to be honest. I can’t trust myself to handle actual requests for a bunch of reasons, though for some reason people only ever request things after I’ve finished asking them for their opinions on things to post.

7. Thoughts on writing Smut/POC/Curvy/MxM/FxF?

H’oh boy. So I’m gonna divide these up by least wordy to most:

1. FxF: I’m okay with it because my sexuality makes it easier for me to put on that mindset. 2. Smut: I can write headcanons, but not full-blown imagines. As a virgin who’s already got some weird situation going on with sex, I know I’m not capable of filling out two to three pages worth of intercourse of any kind. 3. POC: I’m most familiar with writing with a black reader in mind, given that I myself am black. I can try to write for other ethnicities, but admittedly will likely walk on eggshells about it. The thing is, you can’t always or even often write with a POC reader in mind and just leave it at that. While there may be some overlap in circumstances between some groups, each ethnicity has its own stereotypes and situations to confront and conquer in a given situation such as a relationship. Therefore, if I write with a non-black reader in mind, I would still need to ask a person from the group I’m intending to write about just to assure I do right by them. But still gonna be met with extreme hesitancy because that’s not an intersectionality I’m familiar with. 4. MxM: Okay so . . . I can’t do this. I was just explaining to a friend the other day and you can be disappointed in me all you want, but I can’t knowingly write MxM for a couple of reasons. I can try to write gender-neutral (if I remember to), but writing MxM is . . . Okay, just hear me out: I know it may seem like a copout, but I genuinely don’t feel comfortable writing for something I don’t quite understand. Now before you go yelling at me about how I don’t understand a lot of the shit I do write for, let me explain. I am not male. I have never been male. And at this point, I highly doubt I will ever identify as male. I cannot pull or properly fathom the experience of being a queer male, cis or trans. I cannot provide for it the depth I feel that it requires. I know that may seem like a lame excuse, but I mean it. I can write FxF a little better because my sexuality allows for me to comprehend attraction to another female and how it could potentially play out. I cannot draw inspiration or direction from reading MxM fics, either, because I don’t read them. It’s just not my bag. On top of this, a lot of MxM media, both fiction-wise and published story-wise, appear to be written by girls. And while many of them are skilled, I’m sure, my issue is that I can’t in confidence trust them to be entirely spot-on with their interpretations, either. Many interpretations of queer male relationships (at least in Western media) that females initially and even predominantly gain familiarity with come with roots in fethisization and an often occurring desire to see not two consenting males who are emotionally compatible come together, but instead a desire to see two of the most attractive (and often white/white-passing) males come together regardless of how healthy their relationship would realistically be or how much of a foundation it actually has to stand upon. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed, but I had to be honest. I don’t like lying. I just feel that it’s not my place to theorize the happenings of a real lifestyle that comes with struggles I would not and could not be familiar with or feel comfortable winging at. Just like with writing with a POC reader in mind, there are just some struggles that don’t blanket everybody no matter how much you wish it could because it’d just be simpler for you. Everything that isn’t cis, white, straight, and male (aka intersectional) has a struggle that not everyone is going to be able to comprehend with utmost perfection.

8. Which account is your biggest inspiration in writing?

Hmmm... I try to be dramatic and poetic like @ohbelieveyoume, or sensual like @xemopeachx, or nice and homey like @mrsrafaelbarba, or cute and with lovely references and diction like @jonedwardbernthal. I would like to be more broad with my fandoms like @locke-writes, too. Buuuttt . . . I guess what I got going for me now is a’ight. I pride myself off of using my weird sense of humor in my writing anyway.

9. How long have you been an imagine writer for?

One year.

10. Any upcoming secret works? 🤔

Ha! Nope. Just the two things whenever they get done and then that’ll be it unless something happens.

#longass post #tag meme #blarggghhh #i shoulda written this when i had more sense in me noggin #oh well

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