#so anyway yeah she'll step on you if you ask nicely sure
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strapped-and-beheaded · 3 days ago
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My beloved first pc Charlotte. She is literally like jesus if he was a really tall girl with pink hair.
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hana-no-seiiki · 9 months ago
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This is generally such a stupid ask but I feel like it would be.. Chaotic? At the very least amusing
Anyways
Batfam x Nicole from Class of 09! Reader
Do what you want (etc make it romantic or platonic, doesn't matter)
Just the batfam (yandere ofc) dealing with a chick who loves to ruin lives for her amusement and sometimes for revenge
Istg she'll just bully them at any chance she gets
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I just binged watched Class of ‘09 and all its endings/choices for you non. I don’t think I can fully depict how brash wittiness of Nicole is but here I go! (I am so traumatized) Didn’t know that’s where “No I’m flirting with you flash me a tiddy bitch” came from no wonder Nicole sounded so familiar.
btw if people are interested in watching class of ‘09 just be warned it’s basically a VN version of Degrees of Lewdity but the mc is actually a minor (without the sex/r*pe mechanic though) and it depicts a lot of just… pedophilia, necrophilia, assault, su*c*de, school shootings, racism??, BE WARNED.
The following content above ^ might be mentioned in this fic but in passing. MASSIVE DDDNE WARNING.
I don’t think I’m comfortable writing stepcest/incest in this blog so despite how perfect it’ll be to make Bruce your step father considering Nicole’s mom has divorced like a hundred times…maybe ask me in @yoru-no-seiiki and I’ll be down for it.
THIS IS ADMITTEDLY TIM + DAMIAN CENTRIC
“Do you even care? Do the results of your actions mean anything to you?”
“Yeah when they affect me, sure.”
You were a bitch. There was no denying that. But you were a pretty one. One many would grovel to be under.
You were used to this, ever since you reached a certain age people just looked at you different, acted in a way that… made you think they were boring, utter losers.
One of those losers was Tim’s friend.
Like all the stupid, horny men in your life, you hung out with him once and he spilled everything there was that you could share.
To the entire campus, the internet, even the news.
And because you were pretty, you got off scot-free. Those morons didn’t even check to see what you’ve been doing the past decade.
Except Tim. Timothy Drake. You only knew that his dad was super rich, and as much as it was tempting to sink your teeth into him and get a load of that daddy’s money, you knew better.
He apparently didn’t.
You see there was one thing every batfam member couldn’t resist. Well, two things. The first was saving people.
The second? Fixing them.
When Tim first approached you he was confused.
You were quite the popular figure in Uni. He heard the rumors. He fully expected to be cussed out to hell and back.
But you were… nice. Agreeable at most really. Brash was an understatement. But you were witty. Your comebacks were swift and deadly.
The more he studied stalked you the more he realized that the two of you were the same.
Two bright people stuck with dull idiots.
And Tim? Tim interested you enough for you to not to completely drop him after the first week. That and most of your bullying probably wouldn’t bode well towards the son of a billionaire.
He was smart, even more so than that nerd friend of his that you destroyed the life of. But more importantly he actually had some tact, and was surprisingly packed underneath all those baggy clothes.
Tim had to admit he was kind of forgetting his entire purpose of ‘fixing’ you.
Until you manipulated yet another guy into jumping off a school building for you. Thankfully he survived because Red Robin happened to be there to apprehend him but still!
And what’s worse, you met up with him afterwards talking about how that Red Robin ruined all your plans of crippling a r*pist.
Wait, a r*pist?
Tim looks through your past victims once more. Admitted he only did a surface level job of studying them in comparison to his PhD level knowledge on everything about you specifically.
And…you were right. Every guy you’ve harassed was being pushy with you in the first place, if not people with authority a decade older.
Fuck.
Well now he had no excuse. He had to make you his.
Meanwhile…
“Ugh, Damian. Can’t you tell your brother to like, fuck off or something? I can feel my social standing totally plummet every second he’s around. How do you handle being related to him?” You groaned. You weren’t fucking stupid. You knew Tim was stalking and drooling all over you lately. You hated it. He was ruining your chances with your new victims.
“Jeez [Y/N]. And here I thought you were like, into him.” Jessica, your actual crush and best friend, commented as she filed her nails.
You being the emotional stunted adult you were only replied with an (admittedly softer) “Eat a sandpaper cock and die bitch.”
Damian stared at you, the words die before they crawl out of his mouth. His hands clenched underneath the lunch tables.
Guess he had another thing to steal from his brother this time.
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lighteyed · 1 year ago
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like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me / steve harrington
— steve's not used to people throwing punches for him, you'er not used to throwing them. anything for him, though. always, anything for him. (little short fic moment, fem reader, 1.4k words)
"Dude, your girlfriend is such a badass!" Robin skips into Family Video grinning like a madwoman. Steve, shuffling through the tapes he needs to place back onto the shelves, lifts his head and scrunches his brows together.
"I mean, yeah, but-"
Robin doesn't let him finish, she's already telling him the story. "She was all, wham bam thank you ma'am," she throws multiple air punches and Steve drops the tapes on the floor, "and Jason Carver was all, 'my nose you broke my nose-" she puts on a fake-whiney voice and Steve grips the shelf in front of him, feeling faint.
"I'm sorry, she did what-"
"And she was all, fuck you Carver, and she was totally gonna pummel him again until his friend like dragged her off him and her face hit the pavement, but like, still, she kicked ass-"
"Robin!" Steve shouts, waving his hands in front of her face. She stops, finally registering the disbelief on his face. She covers her mouth. She probably shouldn't have said anything. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"She, um, she didn't tell you?" She squeaks out, she takes a step backwards. "Forget I said anything! I'm sure she'll call you-" She trips over the cart Steve was using to stock the tapes and dashes behind the counter to avoid him, knowing you were going to kill her for saying anything and Steve was going to kill her if she didn't say anything else.
"Hey! Robin!" But she's already clocking herself in and beginning her closing shift duties, refusing to say another word on the topic because she's already said too much without meaning to. He completes the rest of his shift in silence, snapping at customers whenever they ask him a question and losing his mind when he looks at the clock and realizes only ten minutes has passed. He tries to call your house with the store phone but you don't pick up, which makes him even more worried and causes him to snap at people even worse, so Keith cuts him early with a disappointed lecture that Steve only half listens to, and he runs out of there once Keith finally shuts up, pulling out of the parking lot and on his way to your house without a second thought.
When you answer the door for him, you brace yourself for his scolding, 'cause the way he's looking at you, at your scratched face and bloody knuckles, with his soft gaze roaming all over you for any other signs of injury, you can tell he wants to. He wants to scold and lecture and fret. He wants to be mad that you got into a fist fight, let alone a fist fight with a guy who, if he had wanted to, probably could've hit you ten times harder.
He can't really be mad, though. "I didn't know Rocky Balboa was visiting Hawkins," he says, sarcastic but not mean, closing the front door behind him before coming to touch your face with his gentle hands, tilting your head to the side so he can take a good look at your cheek. It's a not a deep scratch, but you're bleeding all the same. He runs his fingers over it lightly and rests his hand there. "What'd you do, sweet girl?" You groan, retreating away from him to grab your bag of frozen peas from the counter and setting them flat across your bruise. He follows behind in earnest.
"Jason Carver can go fuck himself," you grumble. "S'all he does now, anyway, since Chrissy dumped his ass. And no wonder why. I can't stand him." You stare at where you're soaking your cheer uniform in the sink, the white fabric staining pink the more you tried to scrub Jason's blood out. You're opting to soak it out now, hoping you won't have to go buy a new one.
"Okay, what'd he do," Steve corrects, tucking your hair behind your ear.
You hesitate. You don't really want to tell Steve. It wasn't nice, what Carver had said, and in particular, it hadn't been nice to Steve. You weren't sure what had prompted Carver to start going in on your boyfriend, about how Steve was a loser, a deadbeat, pathetic, wasn't going anywhere in life, but it why he'd said it hadn't mattered to you. He'd said that you and you'd seen red, burning blistering red, and you'd punched him in the face before you could really think about whether or not that was a good idea. And you'd gotten him good, too, a nice big wallop to his smug face when he hadn't suspected it in the slightest, and you'd gotten on top of him going for more when his friend had yanked you off him by your ponytail and sent you spinning down to the asphalt. Your face had been gotten good, too. But not as good as Jason's. You were defensive when it came to Steve. You couldn't help it. He was Steve. He'd do anything for the people he loved, he was loyal and defensive and smart (as much as he'd deny that), he was sweet and had never been anything but perfect to you, perfect for you, and if someone had something to say about him, you'd make sure they'd have to answer to you. You'd never let him feel like he didn't have someone in his corner.
"Nothin'," you mutter, not looking at him, looking anywhere but him. "Just usual asshole Carver stuff."
"No, no, you don't get this worked up over nothin', baby." He wets a paper towel at your sink with rubbing alcohol and raises it to your face. "S'gonna sting, okay? Stay still," he puts it against you as soft as he can but you still hiss and draw back in pain. "You can tell me what he did. Need to know so I don't worry about you all night long." Had he put his hands on you? On one of your friends on the team? Something worse? The thought of something worse made Steve's blood run cold. He'd kill Jason himself, consequences be damned, if he'd touched you any type of way.
You scowl. "I don't wanna talk about it, Steve, seriously."
"You can't just not talk about it with me," he frowns right back at you. "If it's that bad you need to tell me. What happened? Please," he pouts his lip at you and you can't resist, you're melting in his hands, you're giving him whatever he wants the second that plush lower lip juts out at you and his pretty brown eyes go heavy-lidded and tragic-looking. You lean forward and kiss his protruding lip, wrapping your arms around his waist.
You press your face into his shoulder and murmur against his shirt, "He was talkin' bad about you, okay?" He pulls away, brow furrowed.
"Talkin' bad about me?" He places his hands on your shoulders. "Baby, you don't haveta get worked up over me, okay? And don't go throwing punches for me, Christ, you can't do that." He runs a hand through his hair, and there he goes, hands on hips, like he always does when he's worked up and stressed over something you or the kids are doing. "I don't care what he said, okay?" His hands go back to your shoulders, he's looking in your eyes, deep and distraught. "I don't care you. You don't go throwing punches for me. 'M not worth all that."
You push him off you. "Don't say that! That's not true, you're worth it! You'd do it for me, why can't I do it for you? You deserve it, too." Steve goes quiet. "You're worth it, okay? Don't be stupid." You press the frozen peas harder to your hand.
"I still don't like you fighting," he relents, and you know you've got him in the palm of your hand, he could never stay mad at you, not really, but his brows still knit together with worry. You smooth out the crease in them with your good hand and he softens exponentially with a sigh, leaning into your touch.
"As long as no one talks shit about you, I won't be," you pinch his cheek and he laughs. You'd die for that sound.
"Yeah, yeah, cool it, Rocky," he teases.
"Shut up!" You hit him with your bag of peas.
He grins, and he can't help it, he's a little proud, thinking about you punching someone in the face for him. Knuckles bloody for him. Making sure he knows he's worth fighting for. His heart swells at the thought.
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gffa · 5 months ago
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One of the biggest hurdles with the Lockwood and Co. books is that they're set entirely from Lucy Carlyle's point of view and there is a whole lot of body shaming that really set my teeth on edge when I first read it. Some of it is still just awful, but I've come around on that I can read a lot of it as Lucy's unexamined issues from childhood rearing their heads in some nasty ways.
Her relationships with all the characters around her are contentious and full of conflict even just in her thoughts, she's so nasty to George, to Holly, to the Skull, to Kipps, to Barnes, etc. It most especially comes out with Holly (and Kat Godwin before her, then Flo Bones as well) and it's very easy to read Lucy as reacting badly to her own attraction to women, her envy of them and her inability to let herself be attracted to them, because she's closed off so tightly.
But it's also her relationship with the Skull, who she constantly argues with and says she hates, she has nothing but poison for it in her thoughts, but as soon as it goes missing, she's desperate to get it back.
It's also in her relationship with George, who she constantly nettles and thinks mean thoughts about, but it's obvious that she cares about him deeply and has grown to love him as a friend, even if she can't necessarily admit that to herself.
Her entire dynamic with Holly is centered around how feminine Holly is, how pretty she is, how Lucy just cannot stop thinking about how Holly dresses, how she does her hair, how soft her skin looks, how her little hand motions are so delicate and proper. And, yeah, some of it is envy and feeling insecure, that other people will like Holly more than her, but it's also just so much attention on all the little details that it comes off as unrealized physical attraction.
And then suddenly, I'm looking at all of the relationships Lucy has with people, where almost all the people she likes and respects are ones she's nasty to. Which clicked into place for me when she went back to visit her home town and was miserable there, the poor relationship she had with her family suddenly making so much sense in the way she rejects people before they can reject her, that she's so terrified of being vulnerable that she schools her thoughts and actions and words into prickly meanness so that she doesn't get hurt when they don't want her.
Lockwood is the exception to this, because he's the one who took all her nastiness and kept being mostly kind to her, he allowed a certain amount of vulnerability to himself and Lucy slowly started to come around on him and thought nicer of him. Sure, part of it is that she has feelings for him and so her thoughts are kinder, but I think it goes hand in hand with the way Lockwood is the one that never really sniped back at her or egged her on in any way, he started to feel safe to her, he started to feel secure to her.
And then she breaks his trust! She sneaks into the locked room to find out about his history, in a moment of anger and frustration, she breaks the thing that he asked them not to poke into, and she knows he would have every right to be angry enough at her to kick her out! But he's nice to her about it! He says, no, it was time to tell you guys about it anyway. He's open and vulnerable about something that she desperately feared rejection over!
Which is of course why her feelings reach a certain point and she has to acknowledge them, she can't deny them anymore, so the slightest push (the ghost wearing Lockwood's face, saying that she would do this to him, get him killed) has her running off from the agency and going independent, because she's terrified that she'll get Lockwood killed/terrified of actually stepping across that line into having feelings that could really hurt her if she's not accepted.
She's complicated and messy and I love her, she's a great character with a great, dynamic arc--but it does require reading into some of the more problematic elements of the character and taking a more generous view of them, even when I know much of the real answer is that the author probably didn't see the problem with the way he would have her describe characters (especially anyone that was overweight) and you have to find the mental line you're willing to walk with that. But if you're okay with wincing through some of the earliest stuff, I think there's a really cool Hot Mess Lady character waiting on the other side.
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onegayastronaut · 1 year ago
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Dinner Date (Kate Bishop x Reader)
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Promised another Kate Bishop fic, so here you go!
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Kate Bishop was your best friend, but you always felt that there could be something more between you. You don't know why. Maybe it was the way her laugh crinkled the corners of her eyes, or how her focus narrowed endearingly when she was concentrating on something, especially you. Maybe it was the way your hands always seemed to find hers, like magnets drawn to an invisible force. Or maybe it was the late-night talks that stretched until dawn, secrets whispered in the hushed tones of intimacy. Either way, you couldn't seem to be able to get her off your mind.
But at the end of the day, it didn't matter. Kate Bishop was your best friend, and nothing would change that, right? There were moments, stolen glances across a crowded room, lingering touches that sent shivers down your spine. Moments that made your heart stutter, questioning everything you thought you knew. Was this just friendship? Or was there something more, something simmering beneath the surface, waiting to boil over?
But for now, you'd cherish the stolen moments, the unspoken feelings, the quiet understanding that bound you together. Because with Kate Bishop, even the unknown felt like an adventure, an adventure you were ready to take, one hesitant step at a time.
"Are you okay?" Kate Bishop asks as she sits down beside you, handing you a warm drink. "You look really out of it."
"I'm good." You lie. You weren't sure why Kate had such an effect on you, but she did.
"Okay, then." Kate smiles, taking a sip of her own drink. "Do you want to come over to the my place for a bit? My mom has a business dinner, so we'll have the house to ourselves. We can watch movies and talk about girls." She smiles at you, making your mind wander to what it would be like if you weren't just best friends.
You smile back. "Sounds great."
When you arrive at the mansion, Kate takes your coat and hangs it up. "Make yourself at home." She tells you, leading you to the living room. "My room is upstairs if you want to hang out there, too."
You nod and take a seat on the couch. "Your mom won't be home until later?"
"Nope. She'll probably be back around midnight, so it's just us."
You feel your cheeks burn. Kate is your best friend. There's no way you could have those thoughts for her running through your mind.
"You okay?" Kate asks, noticing the blush.
"I'm fine." You say, trying to brush it off, even though you know she could see right through you.
Kate smiles and sits down beside you. "We can go to my room, if you'd like."
You nod and get up from the couch, following her upstairs.
"So…" Kate starts, sitting down on her bed. "Any girls caught your eye recently?"
You think about it. There was one girl in your calculus class who was pretty cute. "Actually, yeah. There's this girl in my math class. She's really sweet and kind." Something flashes in Kate's eyes before she quickly hides it. Could it be jealousy? "Oh? What's her name?"
"Um… her name is… Jessica." You fumble with your answer and hope she doesn't notice.
"Jessica." Kate repeats. "She sounds nice…what do you think of her?"
"She's pretty and funny, and she makes me laugh when we're together."
"What does she look like?"
You take a deep breath. You can't tell her the truth, so you'll have to lie again. "She has blonde hair and blue eyes. She's tall taller than me, so that's good I guess."
Kate smiles, and it looks forced. Or at least that's what you tell yourself anyway. "Wow. That sounds amazing. As long as I make you laugh the most."
The two of you sit in silence for a moment. "Are you excited for the party?" Kate asks.
"I am. I can't wait to see everyone. It's always nice to have some time away from school."
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At the dinner party, going to Kate's house feels like you just stepped back in time – not into a dusty museum, but into a vibrant, welcoming scene painted with warmth and laughter. Fairy lights twinkle in the garden, the aroma of roasted herbs greets you at the door, and you can hear the boisterous melody of guests in high spirits. Tonight's dinner party, hosted by the effervescent Mrs. Bishop, is more than just a little; it's a test, a gauntlet, a potential launching pad for your burgeoning love for Kate.
You catch Kate across the room, her radiant smile brighter than the string lights. Dressed in a dark suit with the a carefree confidence, she waves you over, her eyes sparkling with unspoken secrets. As you mingle with the guests, a motley crew of businessmen, academics, and even a retired spy (courtesy of Mrs. Bishop's new branch of security), you feel a nervous fluttering in your stomach.
Impressing Kate's mom isn't exactly a walk in the park. Mrs. Bishop is a force of nature – a whirlwind of opinions, witty jabs, and infectious laughter. But beneath the playful banter, you know she cherishes Kate fiercely, her heart a fortress guarded by love and protective instincts.
Throughout the evening, you navigate the social battlefield with finesse. You trade quips with Kate's eccentric uncle, regale the spy with a (mostly truthful) story about your childhood escapades, and even manage to survive a fierce debate about the merits of abstract art with Mrs. Bishop herself. All the while, Kate's eyes dance with a playful challenge, silently cheering you on.
The dinner table, groaning under the weight of culinary masterpieces made by the catering company, becomes the stage for more lighthearted jousting. You find yourself drawn into debates about everything from Shakespeare's sonnets to the best places to stargaze in the city. Your voice falters once or twice, but Kate, your loyal knight in shining armor, leaps in with witty commentary and gentle support.
As the night deepens, the conversation takes a more personal turn. You share stories of your childhood, revealing vulnerable glimpses into your past. Mrs. Bishop listens intently, her gaze unwavering, searching for something only she can understand. And then, you catch her eyes softening, a hint of approval flickering in their depths.
The evening culminates with a bonfire in the garden, its crackling flames casting dancing shadows on the faces around you. You and Kate steal away under the cloak of starlit sky, her hand nestled comfortably in yours. In the intimate quiet, you confess your feelings, whispering words that have been building for months.
Kate's reply is a silent smile, a tender kiss under the watchful gaze of the stars. In that moment, you know you've won her mother's approval, not through grand gestures or forced bravado, but through your genuine affection for Kate, your willingness to be vulnerable, and your own spark of joy that mirrors hers.
The embers of the bonfire die down, but the warmth of the evening lingers. You leave Kate's house hand in hand, her mother's farewell hug filled with a newfound warmth. This dinner party wasn't just about good food and family; it was about laying the foundation for a future, a future where Kate's laughter fills your home, where her dreams intertwine with yours, and where Mrs. Bishop becomes not just a formidable mother-in-law, but a cherished friend, a woman who sees the depth of your love for her daughter and welcomes you with open arms.
So, as you walk away from the twinkling lights of Kate's house, your heart brims with quiet joy. You may have entered through the gates of nervous anticipation, but you leave a seasoned warrior, the scars of laughter and shared stories on your heart, the promise of a love story nurtured in the warm glow of Mrs. Bishop's dinner party forever etched in your memory.
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novthewolf · 1 year ago
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Two’s company, three’s a family - Part five
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Summary : As a cupid, an angel of love, your mission was to make sure everyone was paired up with the right person. Yet you couldn’t get your two most ancient clients to finally end up together. And despite the 6,000 years spent on the case, you couldn’t bring yourself to give them up, oblivious to the reason…
Pairing : Aziraphale x Crowley / GN!Reader x Crowley / GN!Reader x Aziraphale (polyamorous relationship).
Parts : First - Previous - Next
Masterlist : Here
Warnings : foul language, mild nudity (chest), mention of s3x, drug mention, gun use, mild violence slow burn, english isn’t my first language.
Words : 4,4k 
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"Mmh... are... you sleeping ?" A very confused voice asked
"Nnh ?!" You shot up on your bed, feeling the blanket shuffle down on your legs. You tried to open your eyes in a panic before hissing when sunlight punched your irises. The curtains. You forgot the damn curtains.
"You guys gotta stop doing that... I have a door, you know." You rubbed your eyes.
It was Mihael. How nice of her to wait over night to scold you for your behaviour. You weren't naive; you knew Adriel would go complain to his friend. But you were smart enough to know she wouldn't say anything about it. It's been centuries since she learned you could actually feel. Yet she never said a word about it to Chamuel or Jophiel. You did not fully trust her, but she was okay.
"What is it like to sleep ?" Mihael was always curious, but she lacked the bravery to try. Whether it was food, walking, sex, or, in that case, sleep, to satisfy her hunger for knowledge and experimentation, she came to you.
"Mmh, peaceful.. I guess-" You looked down at your chest and decided you had enough that people kept catching you half naked. So you snatched up your tank top and got up.
"Just peaceful ? That's it ?" She jumped on through the window on your bed, shoes on. Ugh.
"Yeah, yeah, and... energised too. Listen, Mihael, why don't you tell me what you want ?"
Yes, you were a bit rude, but you just didn't have time; you needed to get to Aziraphale to discuss where the boy might be. And if you wonder, you never went to Crowley's flat. Risking being caught by unexpected visitors was enough of a reason to not visit.
"Right, right ! So..." She looked down, gloomy. "It's time, Y/N; we're going to unfold the Bound soon." She confessed with a sad smile.
You shuddered. Fuck. You forgot about that.
"You know, the four horsmen are being summoned, and we need to lay off the Love so War can fully step in."
"Yeah, I can't come into my full power..."
"Really ? Me too !" She chirped, delighted that you shared her point of view. You scoffed but smiled anyway. It's really a shame she'll never get to experience human life.
"So, now we must turn off the flow of love and go back to heaven to prepare for war."
You ruffled your hair and grabbed a drink of water. Mihael's piercing eyes were etched on the glass, and you handed it to her with a sigh. She looked so happy, you almost wanted to laugh. How selfless of you...
She didn't quite know how to drink, however, but you decided to let her test the water, so to speak. Mihael coughed a bit.
"Does that mean hate demons will rise too ?" You interrogated, your tone genuinely dull.
"Oh, they better not ! They'll have to wait for the battle to start, those worthless rascals..."
The cupid suddenly gasped and looked at you with guilt. You know she didn't mean to insult him. Your lip twitched, but you sent her a reassuring smile. Still, she couldn't shake the regret out of her scent.
"You know, maybe he didn't turn into a hate demon..." Her sweet voice faltered as she went on.
"It's fine, Mihael. You should go; I'm sure Adriel is waiting for you." You cajoled her while leading her to the door. Yes, you have a door.
"About that..." She stopped and turned around. Her dark pink eyes just scanned yours to convey what she meant. Not that she had to; you could smell the snowy nights from miles away. "Just be careful, Y/N."
Her advice kind of fell on deaf ears. You were always cautious, but you didn't live in fear of what they'd do to you if they found out you were out of line. Yet, they dread the simple thought of what you could be. You sloped against your wooden door. What a good way to start the day...
Calling off all Love so War can enter the picture. It just felt so contradictory. You were a being of love and peace; how could you be excited to see humans kill each other and fight in a war, possibly going against Crowley or... well, you knew who. You will not let this world be torn to smithereens. It's your safe place, your heaven. Your home.
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You strolled through the busy London streets, eager to get to Aziraphale as quickly as possible. A few people bumped your shoulders, stomped on your toes, and cursed at you. The withdrawal of love was already happening. Unsettled in an unwelcoming environment made you skittish, and you picked up the speed.
As you reached the bookshop, you stopped to analyse its not-so-familiar presence. The energy was angelic, yes, but it was so powerful...
Shit.
Archangels. And they were just leaving.
"Whoop- !" You activated your spell hastily. The chime rang, and the two entities simply walked off.
"No war, without war. Ah ! That's quite the line !" Grabriel almost yodeled. Right. You stayed there with heavy breathing.
Subconsciously, you called off the spell. Or maybe you didn't cast it in the first place. In any case, you didn't expect to feel the pressure of someone's hand on your shoulder.
"AH !"
Adding to the fact that your heart was about to explode just a second ago' the speed of your twirl did nothing to help you stay steady on your feet. Luckily for you, Aziraphale was alert enough to come to your rescue. He pressed his hand against your scapula and held you against his torso. You felt the side of your mouth twitch.
"I'm sorry, dear. I didn't realise how nervous you were." He jived, his cheekbones showing. But the smell of grapefruit told you you were not the only one nervous here.
"What did they want ?" You asked, feeling the ground with your own two feet again.
"Oh, they were just checking the status of the Antichrist." He opened the door for you and followed your lead.
"Why ? Did they suspect anything ?"
"Surprisingly, no. Not a thing." He shrugged in disbelief. You liked the scent of disbelief m: custard. Yes, just custard. Kinda hard to believe, heh ?
"Mh, Crowley's right... Heaven's not very bright, heh ?" You snickered. You sat on the couch and happily watched him chuckle.
"It seems so. It kind of makes me wonder if we are too." He took his place next to you.
"Oh no, we're bright." You started, glancing at him while pretending to reflect. "But we're also walking disasters.." You snorted.
"We can say the same about Crowley, then." He laughed and slid his right leg underneath his left thigh. You giggled and took a big breath of the new smell. Ah, freesia and blueberry pie; there's nothing better.
"Absolutely." You leaned back on the seat, literally comforted by the scent. "I just don't understand... What happened during the baby swap ?"
A few minutes pass. Minutes later, you just stared at each other. Before finally realising what might be the source of the problem.
"I think... I'm going to call Crowley reel quick-"
The ringtone of the bookshop's phone rang, interrupting you. Aziraphale quickly got up, with the help of his hand on your knee.
"Maybe it's him." He muttered while picking it up. "Hello, Fell's Bookshop, what can I do for you ?"
You waited for him. For a few seconds. Then you got bored. You left Eden at home, so you didn't have any company. So you decided to roam around the library.
"The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter ?"
The sculpture of a prancing horse proudly sat on a small table. You always had a lot of fun drawing the details with your fingers since the day he created his bookshop, which was also the first day you ate chocolate, if you remember correctly. You blew away the little dust that settled on his back, and flew right at you, making you cough.
"But there are..." He stopped to see what you were doing. You smiled, charming him up. His nose simply twitched before resuming. "There are no copies of her book available."
You stepped away from the horse and instead looked through Aziraphale's prophecy books. It has always amused me how humans try so helplessly to predict what the future holds. You were no stranger to the thought; you had your fair share of doubts about your own future. However, you learned what happens when you ask too many questions.
"I don't have it. Nobody has-" The sudden silence pushed you to study the angel's face. Apparently, the correspondent wasn't the most polite boy. His mouth was set in a hard line, and he stuck his nose in the air. He was so outraged that he reeked of watermelon and curry. You would agree that it's not a nice combination. Also, you hadn't noticed, but his glasses were quite fancy on him. You shook the thought away.
"Well, there really is no need for that kind of language." He hung up and put down his glasses. You couldn't help but stare for a moment. His bright, white hair caught the sun in its lock, giving him a glow to his already stunning face. Oh, stop already, will you ?
When you finally gawked back at the shelves, a huge brown spider welcomed you.
"Fuck- !" You yelled and fell back down with a loud thud, knocking a few books on your way. Azirphale gasped and sprinted by your side.
"Are you okay ?" He was very anxious. You were just embarrassed out of your mind.
"I'm fine... Let's just call Crowley already."
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"Hey, this is Anthony Crowley. You know what to do. Do it with style."
No, it wasn't the demon answering machine. It was just you mocking him. Which he didn't seem to enjoy.
"Haha, keep laughing, and I'll bring back the spider to your face." He growled. "Why are you afraid of spiders anyway? Aren't you supposed to love all animals?"
Aziraphale was such a snitch ! Right after he got Crowley on the phone, he told him about your fall. You very distinctly heard his laugh after that.
"Stop your bickering, you two! And watch the road." He sighed, not comfortable at all. He didn't like speed that much. Nonetheless, for his best, Crowley should be the one to drive. You might give him a heart attack if you were the one behind the wheel.
"You've lost the boy."
"We've lost him." He corrected.
"A child has been lost. But you still know his age." He started to point.
"We know." He once again corrected
"We get it: you don't want to be the only one responsible." You rolled your eyes. Congratulations! You earned yourself a growl.
"We know his birthday. He's 11." Aziraphale was trying his best to keep your attention.
"You make it sound easy."
"Well, it can't be that hard..."
"At least it reduces the search area." You flapped your hand. You were still frustrated, and you felt his discouragement slowly becoming yours. Your heart filter wasn't doing very well. We only have to find his birth record."
"And then what ?"
"Well, then we find the child." Azirphale smiled. At least you could feel his hope too.
"And then what ?"
Aziraphale didn't know what to say. He simply stared at Crowley. Until a car honk cut short his attempt to find a solution.
"Watch out for that pedestrian !" The angel bawled with alacrity.
"Woah- !" You shouted. The movement had you flying on the left side of the back seat. You've never so close to the goddamn door.
"She's on the street; she knows the risk she's taking." He dissmissed. "And I'm sure it would help you two stop breathing down my neck."
You scoffed.
Oh, I'll give you 'breathing down your neck.
You scooted over to the right seat and leaned behind Crowley. Your mouth grazed his ear, and you felt the tiniest tilt of his head, like he forced himself not to move. So prideful, you joked to yourself.
"Just watch the road." You breathed down his neck. You grinned as you watched gooey bumps form on his skin. He really hated it. You laughed and pulled back. You patted his shoulders and repeated yourself. "Watch the road."
Your laughter died out as you saw Aziraphale gulp. You took back your place in the middle, almost guilty.
"Sorry, I forgot about personal space again."
Crowley's sunglasses blocked your view of his eyes; you couldn't tell if you had overstepped. We can all thank Aziraphale for his help in easing the tension.
Where is this hospital, anyway? He asked. He rubbed his sweaty palm on his trousers in an attempt to calm his nerves. Crowley coughed.
"Mh, a village near Oxford: Tadfield. His neck was still tensed. You really strung a string, huh?
"Crowley, you can't do 90 miles per hour in central London !"
"Why not ?"
"You'll get us killed! Well, inconveniently disincorporated. He granted.
"Oh God, no, not the paperwork..." You got disincorporated once, and it took you two years to finally get a new one. Still, you're sure it had been improperly delayed.
"Music ! Why don't I put on a little music...?" He hummed quizzically and looked over at you. "Do you know the Velvet Underground?"
"You wouldn't like it." Crowley interjected.
"Well, it kind of feels like you've been high the whole time."
"Oh, bepop!" He recognised you. You eyed him in disbelief before nodding.
"... Right-"
"Yah !" Aziraphale yelped. Crowley did a swerve to the right, flying you away in that direction.
"Brute !"
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The air was stuffy. Like on a deeply hot day. It was overwhelming, too. As you left the car, you scanned around you, discretely sniffing the wind. It was not held in a constant flow of emotion; it permeated the air. But it felt good. It wasn't threatening in its presence; it just existed and belonged.
"Y/N ?" Crowley called out, standing in front of the manor gates next to Aziraphale. You studied the ark, made of bricks and white stone. The whole building was surrounded by metal fences, where you could at least see the central courtyard. Which seemed cluttered with a bunch of stuff.
"You're sure this is the right place? You wondered, doubtful.
You went to them, attempting to filter that particular emotion.
"It doesn't really look like a hospital." Aziraphale agreed with you when you got to their level.
But then it hit you. You gasped, like you'd been punched in the stomach. You grabbed the angel's arm to not collapse. That was so strong. You haven't felt such things in a long, long time.
"What is it ?" Crowley asked. You chuckled.
"It feels so loved." You gazed up. Aziraphale straightened your arm while he searched for it too. You pressed your hand to your chest. Your heart filter was giving you trouble, yes, but you sure as hell wouldn't complain about it.
"No, it's definitely the place. Crowley spoke, his tone faint.
"They're right..." He smiled at you, thrilled by the fulfilling sensation of love.
"Uh-hu... Sure, can we go see the nuns now ?" He led the way.
You scoffed. "Grumpy pants..." You followed in second.
Despite that, you looked at Aziraphale and giggled. You were glad to finally be able to share your joy without risking destruction for it. Immediately after, you three got shot by something.
"Argh !" For once, the three of you simultaneously exclaimed.
Crowley got hit inside his vest, right above the heart. In your case, the sharp pain was localised to your right hip. As for Aziraphale, the "bullet" struck his calf, making him hop on one foot for a second.
"What..."
You touched where the impact occurred and saw it was just... paint ?
"Blue ?" Aziraphale asked, ever-so-confused.
"Heh, yellow." You snorted. Oh, you've got red. You noticed Crowley's chest was covered with red paint. "One more, and we're Power Rangers.."
"Hey !" A nasal voice hollered. Crowley took one step forward in front of you and Aziraphale. The man in army clothing scoffed. What... are they doing out there? You saw the angel shuffle to see the state of his pants. "You've all been hit! I don't know what you think you're playing at-"
Crowley abruptly roared as his demon self and the whiny player fainted. "Well, that was fun." He smirked.
"Well, yes, fun for you. Look at the state of those trousers !" Aziraphale pivoted his leg for you to see. "I've kept them in tip-top condition for over 180 years now." Crowley started to circle around the both of you. "Oh, I'll never get this stain out."
"You could just miracle it away." You shuddered, saddened by his concern.
"Mmh, yes, but... Well, I would always know the stain was there." He explained, his tone brittle. You pouted with a smile. Ah, such pleading eyes ! How could you say no ? You twirled your wrist around, waving the paint away.
"Oh, thank you." You smiled and enjoyed the whiff of old books. The smell of thankfulness, if you wondered. You spotted the strange gun on the ground and picked it up.
"What a weird piece of hardware..." You enjoyed the design of it, actually. Might copy it, too. Replace the paintball stocking compartment with a crossbow flight groove and riser...
"Expert in the field ?" Crowley snorted before taking the gun away. "Don't your lot disapprove of guns ?" He asked and pretended to aim your way.
"Unless they're in the right hands," Aziraphale said, confiscating the weapon. "Then they give weight to a moral argument." His explanation seemed to amuse the demon, who had a big grin plastered on his face.
"A moral argument ? Really ?" He bugged the two of you. You were just thankful. Aziraphale took the subject into his own hands and just shrugged. He laughed a bit before walking towards the building.
"Come on."
Inside, a few posters and a board were displayed that showed the rules of "the paintball game". The reception seemed to also stock a few guns and helmets. Soon, they won't have to just play war... You heard the commotion through the window, plus a kindhearted "Fuck off" too.
"Charming..." Aziraphale mumbled to your right.
"Wonder where the nuns went ?" Crowley took a brochure from the little table on your left and inspected it.
"Any information about the former satanic maternity in that little paper of yours?" You teased. The demon forced a laugh before throwing the brochure away.
On your way, you encountered a young woman running your way.
"Oh, Millie from Accounts caught me on the elbow." She groaned. You ended up stopping diagonally. The angel bent slightly in front of her to check for a possible wound at her elbow. "Who's winning?"
"You're all going to lose." Crowley announced, since he was closer to her. He snapped his fingers, obviously operating a miracle. In an instant, the splashy sound of the bullets started to sound more like a machine gun than a fairly hurtful but still non-lethal weapon. The woman ran off.
"Huh..."
What the hell did you just do? Aziraphale snapped with frantic movements.
"Well, they wanted real guns, so I gave them what they wanted, he mused, visibly proud of himself. You followed right behind him. You couldn't help your incredulity and stared at him, mouth agape.
Once you got to a window, you and Aziraphale pressed against the window and saw barrels exploding, sparks, and dust everywhere.
"Crowley !" You stressed, running up to him.
"There are people out there shooting at each other. "The guardian lamented by your side.
"Well, it lends weight to their moral argument." He kicked a door, shattering glass in the process. Aziraphale joined his hands and fidgeted with his fingers.
"Everyone has free will, including the right to murder. Just think of it as a microcosm of the universe."
"Oh, don't try to lecture us, buddy !
"They're murdering each other." Aziraphale stood before Crowley, stopping him in his tracks. You joined him.
You saw Crowley roll his eyes, despite his glasses. "No, they aren't. No one's killing anyone; they're all having miraculous escapes. It wouldn't be any fun otherwise. He explained it before our pleading eyes.
You scoffed. You shared a knowing smile with Aziraphale. Sometimes, you forget that Crowley is actually a good person and are worried that he might harm humans. But he never did. Deep down, he really loved humankind. In a teasing mood, the two of you started to walk away in front of Crowley, discussing his case.
"Aah, what a softie." It was a real claim. One thing that the demon didn't particularly appreciate was that you felt him boil in your back. Aziraphale nodded.
"Of course. I've always said that, deep down, he really is a nice guy. He began, but gasped instead.
Well, both of you did.
Crowley had suddenly roared and seized you by your collars. He roughly pulled back, colliding both of your bodies against his. You stumbled back; your head clued his upper chest. You grabbed on to his waist to not fall. Aziraphale had landed a bit higher, at neck level, and was able to meet his gaze. He also stood approximately straight, while you were quite curled up against Crowley.
"Shut it ! I'm a demon; I'm not nice! You felt his voice rumble in his chest. You gulped. You weren't scared by any means, just... mh, troubled? "I'm never 'nice'. Nice is a four-letter word. I will not have-"
"Excuse me, gentlemen ?"
The pair both turned their heads towards the professional voice. All you could do was try to nuzzle your way up Crowley's arm to peek over the black vest.
"Sorry to break up an intimate moment. Can I help you? She slowed down, and Crowley had time to recognise her. You gazed up at him but couldn't quite make out his expression. Nor his smell.
"You." His grip loosened. You helped yourself back up with the help of your stretched-out arm. You saw Aziraphale analyse Crowley's expression.
"Saints and demons preserve us; it's Master Crowley-" The woman with short hair stepped back. She didn't have time to flee, however, as the demon snapped her in place.
"You didn't have to do that; you could have just asked her. Aziraphale scolded him while fixing his suit. Crowley opened his mouth wide and made an offended sound. Alright, let's not discuss what just happened, then... You felt the angel's hand dust your shoulder swiftly.
"Of course, of course ! No. Yeah. 'Excuse me, ma'am, we're three supernatural entities just looking for the notorious Son of Satan. I wonder if you might help us with our inquiries." He spat and flashed his teeth in a scornful manner.
"Of course, of course ! No. Yeah. 'Excuse me, ma'am, we're three supernatural entities just looking for the notorious Son of Satan. Wonder if you might help us with our inquiries ?'" He spat and flashed his teeth in a scornful manner. You shot him a disapproving look but didn't say anything.
You walked up to her and let Aziraphale do the questioning.
"Mh..." He coughed, unsure. "Look... hello." His smile was always so sweet. You breathed a laugh and shook your head at your proximity. "You weren't, by any chance, a nun here at this convent 11 years ago, were you ?"
"I was." She acquiesced, completely transfixed.
"Mmh, luck of the devil." Eyebrow raised, you looked at Aziraphale, who had quite the cocky little smile on his face. You glanced at Crowley and held yourself back from snorting at the sight of your shared experience.
"What happened to the baby that was given to you ?" You asked.
"I swapped him with the son of the American ambassador. Such a nice man." You caught the smell of sun-soaked sand. You couldn't help but smile when you felt how fond she was of the memory. "He used to be the ambassador of Swindon." She added.
Honestly, you were relieved you found as much confusion on their faces as you felt. Crowley shrugged and shook his head, showing that he had no clue what the fuck she was talking about.
"Then Sister Theresa Garrulous came and took the other baby away."
"This American ambassador—what was his name ? Where did he come from ? And what did he do with the baby ?" The demon snarled, his red hair flying everywhere.
"I don't know."
"Records." Aziraphale insisted. "There must have been records." He gestured for her to continue.
"Yes. There were lots of records. We were very good at keeping records."
"Good; so where can we find them?" You questioned.
"They were unfortunately burned in the fire."
Crowley groaned and threw it back in pure annoyance. "Hastur !"
Aziraphale queried again.
"Is there anything you remember about the baby?"
"He had lovely little toesies-woesies." Her response brought a smile to your face, matching Aziraphale's. Crowley obviously had enough and took off.
"Let's go."
"You will wake, having had a lovely dream about whatever you like best. He miracled. You added a good memory orb discreetly for good measure.
"Oi." Crowley called.
As you approached outside, the sirens overtook all sound, and you saw dozens of policemen evacuating the players and taking their rigged weapons.
"You'd think he'd show up, wouldn't you ? You'd think we could detect him in some way." Aziraphale notified. He waved away a bit of smoke.
"He won't show up. Not to us. Protective camouflage." Crowley reached behind your back and pulled on Aziraphale's arm firmly, dragging you along. A bullet zoomed to your right.
"He won't even know it, but his powers will keep him hidden from prying occult forces."
You were nearing the exit, and the air felt heavy in your lungs. The stress you felt was really increasing as the trail of the investigation plummeted. Plus, the fact that love was slowly disappearing was freaking you out of your mind. You felt a constant pull trying to get you back to heaven, where all the love was stored away. Everything was just too nerve-wrecking for your dysfunctional little heart.
"Occult forces ?" You heard Aziraphale's question.
"Well, you know, us."
You watched the angel's features contort into perplexity.
"We're not occult." Crowley sighed at his objection. "Angels aren't occultists; we're ethereal."
You didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the pressure of it all, or just the fact that Aziraphale still at to make such shallow precision, but you giggled quietly at first. The more it grew, the more it alerted the two entities. It was apparently communicative since they also started laughing softly. You continued to joke on your way to the car. You took you regular seat back, and smiled foundly as the two in the front.
Yeah, Armaggedon was bad. But at least you didn't have to face it on your own.
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A Winter With You
(Originally posted on fanfiction.net......yesterday!)
A krusie fic with fluff and only a small amount of discomfort. Trigger warning for small mentions of global warming, poisoning, and then a slightly more in depth discussion about sex and child sexualization. NO smut is in here, they're teens.
Kris asks Susie what she likes more; winter or summer. This question leads to something neither of them could predict.
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Susie was invited over to the Dreemurrs house again for dinner and pie. Kris and her decided to not go to Castle Town today, after they convinced her that they really needed to go ahead and work on their group project…though, they seemed just as reluctant as she did. So after they finished planning out and getting a good start on their work, they ate Toriel's steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans, and then a warm apple pie to top it all off, to reward them for their hard work. Well, it wasn't that hard once they understood the assignment better, actually sat down, and plotted out what they wanted to do exactly. But Susie thought of the meal as a bonus nonetheless.
Now, they sat on the floor in Kris' room, leaning against the side of their bed. The sun was setting, and the light coming from the window became dimmer as the clock ticked. Susie just said she'll sleep in the guest room tonight, since she didn't feel like going home again. But in the meantime, the two chatted all evening about various things: school food, virtual idols, whether they would eat dirt if there's no other options or not, all the good stuff. Then, Kris came up with another;
"Which is better, summer or winter?"
"Summer, obviously! There's no school and you can do whatever you want, whenever you want, and nobodies bossing you around like a smartass!" Susie beamed as she went on, "And there's ice cream, burying nerds in the sand, stepping on the hand-ass shells when you get deeper into the ocean, the heat from global warming—summers literally the best!"
They snickered. "You make it sound sarcastic."
"Well what do you like best, nerd?"
"I always liked the wintertime…"
"But it's cold as hell! And you're forced to go to school! The pain isn't even enjoyable or anything!"
"Yeah, but don't you like the little jingles? The commercials? All the lights around town? And counting down the days until you rip open your presents?"
They seemed to drift further into a daydream when listing some of the things they liked. Now that Susie thought about it…while they definitely are mischievous, they do like things with a certain elegance and sentimentality to it, huh? She always found that interesting about them, one moment they could tie a rubber band around the sinks sprayer, and the other, they'd be playing a melancholic tune on the piano.
"Well, yeah, I guess that's nice or whatever. Oh, but what about snowboarding?! Or sledding? Skiing?"
"I was always scared of it." they giggled to themselves, "One time, my dad brought me and Asriel to this snowy hill, right? He went down first with his little baby sled. But when he picked up speed, he flipped over face first. I clinged onto my dad and begged him to not make me go down…" they continued to smile and laugh recalling the memory.
"Ok, but without any of that, winter is just plain boring. Sure, you have the vibes, but so what?! Where's the fun in that?"
"Where's the fun in sweating your ass off?"
"Sweat is a sign of endurance!" Susie shoved them a little, making them lose balance and having to prop themselves upwards with their elbows to stop them from falling all the way down. But they laughed anyway. She found herself getting lost in the sound a little, but went right back to the argument.
"Ok, but with summer, you have swimming pools. There's nothing risky about that unless you're dying from the baby waves at Great Wolf Lodge."
They stifled their last few laughs while sitting back up. "I never learned how to swim."
"How?! Swimming is literally the best!"
"My parents never knew how themselves. I guess it's because their fur is too heavy. So I never got the chance."
"Dude." she placed her hands on their shoulders. "I need to teach you how. As soon as possible."
"You don't have to…"
"Of course I do! How else will I convince you that summer is better than winter?!"
"There's no way to convince me, my mind is set."
They sounded so matter-of-factly that she felt like she had to humor them, at least a little. "Ok then, then enlighten me without the cheesy Hallmark stuff."
"There's baking cookies…"
Well, cookies are nice. Chewy ones with melty chocolate chips are her favorite. And letting them soak up milk to get extra soft to the point it's crumbling? Absolutely perfect. It's just that whenever she tries to bake some, it never turns out right! She'll follow the measurements and follow the steps the best she can, but they always come out too thick and not as sweet as she wants them to be.
"Nah. I'm more of a taste tester myself."
"Why? Because you're a bad bakerrr, hmmm?"
Damn it! "I-I'm not bad. It's just too complicated for me."
"Cookies are too complicated? I can always teach you, silly. The trick is combining the ingredients in a specific way and order. Unless that's truly too hard for you…"
"It won't be! I just didn't know the steps were like that, I just gather the ingredients and pour them all into the bowl!" though, the idea of Kris teaching her does sound pleasant. They can watch cool movies while relaxing on the couch when they're done cleaning up the kitchen, covered with warm and heavy blankets, waiting for the oven to go off. Then they can eat them together, laughing their worries away until they fall asleep…however, she'd gladly do the same with Ralsei, or Lancer, or Noelle, or Berdly. She's sure of that. Because that's what friends do! And Kris is her best friend, and that's why she always thinks about them. But…there was a feeling alongside that platonic joy. Eh, it's probably nothing though.
"...Ok, you can teach me, if you want to that badly. But just know I'm only in it to eat the raw batter." she flicked their forehead.
"Sure sure…" they pondered for a moment, then returned to the original topic. "I also like snowball fights. Those aren't too bad, and it seems like your constantly-searching-for-action-and-pain-ass would like it."
"Hey!"
"Where did I lie?"
"Just for that, I WILL steal every last cookie that you plan to eat for the rest of your days!"
"Careful, I might put nastyyyy things in there…like weed…laxatives…poison…" their expression turned more and more sinister—grin getting wider and wider, and the eye that peeked through their dark brown coils gave off a negative aura. But it was playfully so.
"Oh please, as if a wimp like you would do that just to trick me!"
"Oh really?"
Ok maybe she was wrong. "Then I'll poison you back! As revenge!"
"Alright, if you say so, Susie-Wusie." they poked her twice in tune with her new nickname, and she responded by taking their wrists and making them hit themselves. Kris attempted to break free and poke Susie more, but her fists were too strong, and both of their play fighting and struggling led to them laying on the floor and laughing so hard that Susie's chest ached and she found it hard to breathe. But she didn't care at all. God, she loved every moment of this. When the laughing died to giggles to silence, she could see Kris laying sideways and smiling sweetly at her in the corner of her eye.
"...A snowball fight with you wouldn't be so bad." she finally responded, facing them. "I…like them too."
"So you admit winter is better than summer?" they said in a tone that was in a complete contrast to their earlier expression.
"When the hell did I say that?! Summer still rules, no matter how fuzzy you make me feel!"
"Fuzzy?"
"Well, yeah? Isn't that how best friends feel about each other? With your stomach trying to kill itself and your blood pumping to your face and shit?"
Kris' eyebrows shot up. They just looked at her for a moment before saying "I-I guess. To some extent…"
"What are you acting so weird for?" Susie squinted. "Shouldn't you be flattered that I think of you so highly?"
"I-I am! I am. It's just…c-could you tell me more about these 'fuzzies'?"
"Well," she looked up and thought about all of the things she felt recently. She couldn't help smiling a little. "I like the thought of sitting or lying comfortably with you. Probably in warm covers and blankets or something." she also recalled the moment a few seconds ago. "I also like hearing your dorky ass laugh, and playing around with you. Why are you so curious about it?"
"It's nothing." they said as they flipped onto their back. Distant as ever, she thought. For someone who's flattered, they sure as hell aren't showing it. Maybe they don't get compliments often? Well, it makes sense. They're the weird kid who's quiet half the time and who's the only human in the entire town. People probably think they're ugly or something like that, but Susie never thought that. Not even when she bullied them. The way their coily brown hair reached their shoulders, the way their wide nose scrunched when they smiled, the way their brown skin complimented it all…
Susie couldn't help but to admire them. That's just a normal best friend feeling, right? Why is Kris being so damn doubtful and quiet about it?
"You give me the fuzzies too." they admitted softly out of nowhere. "A lot of fuzzies…it means a lot to me to hear you say that."
"No problem, dude. But uh…what do the fuzzies mean to you? You've been acting all weird."
They stayed quiet. Again. Of course they did. Kris does keep secrets often, like how they feel about being a human, and what was up with them after they fought that puppet guy, and what happened in the bunker. But this was a secret relating to her. And she didn't like it. Seriously, what could the fuzzies mean? All she said is that she liked being around them to the point it feels weird yet pleasant at the same time.
Hold on.
"YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ME?!" she sat up and looked right at them. That only made them flip their laying position so Susie couldn't see them. "Hey, I'm talking to you!"
"You're the one with the crush on me…" they said, still refusing to look at her.
"Well how was I supposed to know!?"
They groaned and laid on their back again, facing her with an unreadable expression. They seemed a bit frustrated, but she knew they wouldn't be mad at her over something like this. Maybe she saw a bit of a darker brown flushing their cheeks, but it was hard to tell.
"You said," in their best Susie impression, "'I like the thought of sitting or lying comfortably with you. I also like hearing your dorky ass laugh, and playing around with you.'"
"I don't sound like that!"
"Ohhh, but you dooo~" they laughed to themselves for a second. "But you're right. I…like you a lot, Susie. I just never thought this would be happening so soon, or even at all. You said it so bluntly."
"W-well you can just forget about it if you want to. Uhm, I don't really know how to do relationship stuff that much. I'm not sure if any of it would even fit me…"
They rolled over and over so they'd be touching the side of her leg. "We don't have to date if you don't want to. But if you do, we don't have to do any of the typical stuff either. We've always kind of did our own thing together anyways."
Hearing that brought relief to Susie. But she'd be lying if she said she didn't want to cuddle with Kris. And play with their hair…if they'd let her. "Susie, if anyone tries to touch my hair, bite them for me please." they said to her once.
But she already cemented herself as someone tough, cool, and violent. There's no way someone like her would hold someone's hand…
But Kris was kind to her. Undeservedly so. They treated her like the greatest friend they could ever have. They knew how gentle Susie could be. The idea of having them so close to her heart made every inch of her sing. So maybe…maybe…
"I-I uhm. I wouldn't mind hugging you right now, if you want. Move over and let me lay down."
"On the cold hard floor?"
"Kris!"
"Sorry, sorry, just trying to ease your nerves. Here," they sat up, leaning against the side of the bed. Whilst intertwining their fingers into her claws, they laid their head on her shoulder.
Their hand was much smaller than hers…and soft and warmer, too. "Ha! Look at your little baby hands!" is what she thought about saying. But it felt as though her and their soul were merging, and that she was starting to melt away. Warmth was rising to her cheeks, God, they smelled so much like apples. Maybe a bit of cinnamon too. She has never felt so speechless before, and they weren't even doing much.
She felt so sleepy…she wasn't even that tired before. She wanted to yap all night, and sneak into the living room so they could watch movies until it's time to go to school. But the weight and comfort of Kris felt so nice. She felt so safe. Though, it's a little scary imagining how things are going to be from this night forward, all of this is going to take some getting used to.
How would everyone react to the mean and brutal Susie being extra soft to Kris of all people? Maybe Ralsei wouldn't mind, he probably saw it coming more so out of everyone. Lancer wouldn't care either, he would probably call Kris his sibling in law or something funny like that. Noelle would DEFINITELYYY be happy for her. Yup. Without a doubt. Berdly too.
But the rest of Hometown? She's not so sure…it's probably best to keep it all a secret. She never really liked how people talked about relationships anyways. No one can spend alone time together without "Ooooooo…"'s and shit. It made her want to vomit. Hopefully no one said anything when her and Kris disappeared into the closet and went out to the Card Kingdom. She liked them, sure, but never that way. Even if she did, it would still feel uncomfortable as hell. So yeah, she's definitely making sure the romance between her and Kris remains private for the most part.
Susie let out a loud and long yawn. God, what time is it? It feels like they've been sitting here forever.
"I should really go ahead and put my bonnet on…" Kris murmured as they got up, waking her up a little. She suddenly felt cold and light again, and the floor felt a lot harder. She watched as Kris' dark silhouette placed their tight curls inside of the green silk cap. No wonder why their hair is always so pretty…they definitely do some touch ups in the morning—it is a bunch of hair, after all. But to look so flawless with only half a bit of effort…
"I can feel you staring at me." their accusation startled her. "It's fine though. In fact, do you want to lay in bed instead? I don't want to sit on the floor all night."
"B-bed? With you?"
"Just to cuddle. You know I'm not like that, Susie-Wusie. You can sleep in Asriel's bed instead though, it might be more comfor—"
"No no no! I…I'd like that. But I snore. Really loud. I kind of stink too. And I hog too much space."
"It's cool. That's what I like about you." they walked over and sat on the bed, making a soft creak. Hesitating a little at first, Susie followed and made the bed complain louder due to the weight of two people on the surface. Their covers felt homemade with love, she wouldn't be surprised if Toriel sewed it herself. Maybe she should pick up some lessons…ripping up her clothes feels cool until they're ruined and basically unwearable.
Midthought, Kris took her waist like a teddy bear and looked up at her, as if searching for any signs of discomfort. It caught her off guard for a second, but Susie relaxed. They guided her down onto the cold pillows and hugged her closer, becoming as small as possible. Yeah, this is definitely new. 100% not a part of her nightly routine. But she supposed she could subject herself to it while she's…drifting off…to sl—
"Winter is still better by the way."
"Oh, FUCK you."
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rowretro · 1 year ago
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𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗
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✧taglist✧: @nxzz-skz   @nshmrarki @wntersm
✧CHAPTER 4✧
Babe walked out of school silently. With the boys having to stay behind for basket ball practice, she had plenty of time to make it home before they ever catch sight of her. 
Home.
The one place she can finally find peace. Now she's moved out of the toxic household of her family, without the need to visit those judgemental relatives that don't even know her, she finally found herself at somewhat peace.
Once she arrived home, she made sure to lock her garage and lock the doors of her home, sighing in relief. However, she knew there's no way she'll be at peace even in the four safe walls of her own home... the paranoia was eating her insides.
Not even a nice cold shower or warm bath with a side of red or white wine could calm her nerves, though she was still feeling icky as she had just gone to school.
After weighing the odds of one of the boys appearing in the shower with a knife in hand to stab her, she finally decided it was safe to take a shower, with some loud music playing in the background. 
7 songs had passed as she finally stepped out of the long shower, drying herself as she wore some comfortable attire. She rushed downstairs, feeling that she's be more at peace there.
With her Spotify playlist blasting in the back, and a pencil at hand, she sat at a rather messy desk, dried acrylic paint strides decorating the surface as many other art pieces surrounded the room. 
Only that corner of  the room was such a mess, and she wouldn't even try to clean it up as it will be worthless if she starts painting again. For a second, she forgot those boys even existed. 
For a second.  
She received a text from an unknown number, as she clicked on it her blood ran cold...
Unknown number: 
Aw you didn't wait for us?
Babe.
Babe answer me right now.
For every minute I have to wait on your text, will be the amount of time you will experience hell...
Babe read the texts, wondering what to text, but it's not like she had all the time in the world to come up with a response... She had totally forgotten that she had given Sunghoon her number.
Babe: 
Sorry I kinda forgot
Uhm this is Sunghoon right?
Unknown:
Sunghoon??? you gave Sunghoon your number? 
Babe: 
Well yeah he did ask for it
if this isn't Sunghoon than who is this?
Unknown:
Riki. I copied your number
Your pin number is so basic babygirl
Anyways. you took 17 minutes to respond... but you can make it up to us if you get to our home on time. 
Riki sent her the address as Babe hastily slipped on her high heels, running over to the building, not wanting the boys to take note of any of her vehicles.
Taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell. As if he was waiting there for her, Riki answered the door almost immediately.
His bare face handsome as ever, those pretty chocolate moles now visible, his dark eyes, held a spine-chilling psychotic look, while looking rather alluring, and those perfect plush lips. So perfect... so kissable...
He was so handsome, his hair wet, the white shirt fit him perfectly, and the way he towered over her...
But that was all overlooked... that psychotic look in his eyes, that deadly smirk plastered on his lips, the way he snaked his around her waist... one'd think he was a loving boyfriend up to some mischief.
"You're early... I was kinda hoping you'd arrive a little late.... you see im feeling bored darling" Riki added pulling her inside as he shut the door.
Babe sat on the couch, silently as she observed her surroundings. So elegant... the place looked rather classy. "It's just you and me tonight... the boys are busy working" Riki randomly said as he noticed how the girl nervously picked at the hem of her skirt.
"You're lucky I don't feel like cleaning up blood today... you're off the hook." Riki said as the girl looked up at him in shock. Only then did she notice how he was seemingly hot, the sound of his sniffles and coughs were heard as he gulped a spoonful of medicine, the disgust evident on his face.
The male simply dragged her up the stairs to his room, and pushed onto his bed, triggering her instantly, but she froze when he simply rested his head upon her belly, snuggling her as his arms wrapped around her figure.
His eyes were already closed as he babbled nonsense. Confused, Babe got up a little, balancing the weight of her upper body on her elbows. The psycho looked so peaceful, his body was really warm. Hesitant, she lied back down, running a hand through his slightly wet hair.
She reached for a towel, softly trying to dry his hair, trying not to wake him up. A few minutes passed as she heard the familiar voices  of the other boys, filling the building.
Sunoo froze by the doorway as he noticed Babe trapped in Riki's embrace "Jungwon Riki caught us a deer." Sunoo called out to Won as Heeseung frowned "But I'm right here-" Hee said as he walked over to Sunoo.
"Not you idiot- her-" Jungwon pointed at Babe who blinked. "Leave her for now... Riki's sick if you yank her away from him he might just leave another scar on your back." Jungwon as Sunoo rolled his eyes 
And the deer fell right into the deadly trap, now stuck underneath the demon himself...
✧𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗✧
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ironstrange1991 · 2 years ago
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Forbidden (Part 5)
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Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Stark throws a party to celebrate the mission's return and Y/n decides it's time to tell Stephen the truth.
Word Count: 8k
Warnings: Descriptions of one single sexual act (almost nothing)
A/N: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this chapter, but I always have the feeling that when it comes to this series I'm writing more for myself than anyone else. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. The ending is a bit silly, but I couldn't help it and I actually found it funny.
SERIES MASTERLIST
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"Take Romanoff to the medical wing" Stark ordered as soon as they set foot in the Tower "Bruce, go with her. Let me know if there are any changes".
Bruce accompanied Barton and Steve who were carrying Romanoff on a makeshift stretcher. They disappeared into the elevator.
"Is she going to be okay?" Stark asked turning around and facing Stephen. Stephen nodded "The injuries are serious, but as far as I could examine there was no neurological damage. With proper care she should be fine, but I doubt she'll be back to work anytime soon."
Tony sighed heavily putting a hand to his face and then looked around "For a moment I thought I would never come home."
Thor patted him on the shoulder "Good job, Stark."
"If you'll excuse me I'm going to take a shower and sleep for three nights straight" Sam said waving to Stephen "See you around, Doctor."
Stephen just shook his head. He was supposed to go back to the Sanctum, but he was still standing there waiting to see you. During all that unbearable mission he could only think of you. How he wanted to come home and see you smiling at him.
"If it's not to much to ask, Doctor, I need to get back to New Asgard." Thor said and then turned to Stark, "Keep me posted on Romanoff's recovery."
"So you have a computer now?" Stephen asked wryly.
Thor smirked "Better than that, I have a phone in my house."
Stephen rolled his eyes "Yeah, right. Super modern." He moved his fingers opening a portal "Have a nice day."
Thor walked through the portal and then looked back, "Don't forget to invite me to the party, Stark."
Tony nodded and the portal closed. He patted Stephen on the chest "You did really well there, you know, with all that magic. It was quite useful."
Stephen rolled his eyes "You didn't do too badly either."
Tony grinned "See, I said we make a good team. The mechanic and the magician" Tony said pretending to write in the air.
"We both know we're neither of those things." Stephen answered dryly and Tony glared at him and was ready to respond with something intelligent when Y/n turned the corner and ran towards them. Stephen's heart sped up when her eyes focused on him and for a millisecond he thought she would hug him, but then she hugged Stark who squeezed her in his arms lifting her off the ground.
Stephen swallowed thickly. There was something in his chest that he wasn't quite sure what it was, but it wasn't pleasant.
"You're here" Your voice sounded choked with the tears you were trying to hold back, but tears were streaming down your face as you cupped Stark's face turning it to one side and then the other "Are you okay? Tell me you're okay! " You grabbed his arms and kept looking to check for injuries.
"I'm fine, darling." And then you broke down in a desperate cry and Tony went back to hug you now stroking your hair and shushing you "I'm sorry, I tried to communicate with you..."
Jealousy. Stephen was feeling jealous. For some reason he wondered if for a moment you had missed him, or if you had worried that he might get hurt too, but you only had eyes for Stark and it was unreasonable to bother with that, but he was bothered.
He cleared his throat to remind you he was still there and then spoke in a voice more husky than he'd expected, "Well, I need to go back to the Sanctum. Call me for updates on Romanoff, Stark."
You stepped away from Stark wiping the tears with your hands "Doctor Strange... I'm sorry, I... Are you okay? America was so worried! She called me every day asking about you."
Stephen smiled. Apparently next to Stark he was Doctor Strange to you and not just Stephen. Interesting. "I'm fine. Thanks for keeping an eye on her while I was gone."
You nodded "I didn't really do much. She stayed most of the time at Kamar Taj. Wong was keeping her almost like a prisoner." You gave him a shy smile which made his heart jump in his chest. Stephen chuckled "Poor thing. Anyway, I need to go now."
You nodded and then frowned "Where's Nat?" It was Stark who replied "She got hurt… badly."
Stephen saw the horror in your face. "Where is she?"
"She's with Banner in the medical wing, there's a whole team of doctors taking care of her and besides, the doctor here said she's going to be fine, so it's bad, but no need to worry."
You exhaled heavily and then addressed him "Did you examine her?"
Stephen nodded "As far as I could with the few resources I had. She will be fine now."
You nodded "It was good to see you Doctor Strange." Stephen shook his head and opened a portal to the Sanctum.
"I'll keep you posted, Doctor." Stark said.
"Good." Stephen replied crossing the portal.
"You're coming to the party, aren't you?"
You glared at Tony "Party?"
Tony nodded "A victory like that deserves to be celebrated with a big party."
You looked at Stephen anxiously for his answer and he gave you his best smirk. "I wouldn't miss a Stark party." And just as he knew you would, you blushed and gave him that open smile he was dying to see again.
...
Natasha had two surgeries that afternoon. One to stop the internal bleeding in her abdomen and one to place two titanium screws in her knee. The doctors ran tests to check that everything was fine with her head, but just like Stephen said, everything was fine. When she finally went to one of the rooms in the Tower's medical wing you made a point of staying by her side until she woke up which didn't happen until 2am.
"Fuck...that hurts." It was the first thing she said. You got up immediately. She glared at you then smiled "Good to see you, Crazy."
You smiled back "Welcome back."
"Uh hm. Water... I need water."
You helped her drink from the cup and then gently hugged her "I missed you, Nat. Then you came back and scared me to death. Two surgeries!"
She gave a small laugh and then groaned in pain "You know I'm dramatic. Why go through one surgery when I can go through two. Besides, guys love it when women are in danger. I bet Bruce was here all day ."
You chuckled "You're right. He barely left your side."
She smiled "See, I'm always right."
You sat down on the bed next to her "Tony said things were really bad out there."
You watched Nat's face darken with some traumatizing memory and you rushed to say "We don't need to talk about this if you don't want to. There's so much I want to talk to you about."
She stared at you for a long moment and then smirked "Tell me it's not about Doctor Strange."
You looked at her slightly offended "Of course not. Do you really think I spent these three weeks thinking about him?"
She sighed "It is about Doctor Strange. Okay, spit it out. I hope there's something new this time, because honestly, it's getting pathetic, Y/n"
You looked at her slightly offended, but decided to let it go "He said he likes me."
Her eyes widened and you continued "And he took me to lunch the day you left for the mission."
Nat opened her mouth to speak a few times and then closed it again.
"I know you think he's too old for me, but I don't care, Nat."
"What about Tony? He cares."
You did not answer.
She sighed "Look, Strange is a nice guy. A bit arrogant, but he's a nice guy and if you like him I'll support you. But, Y/n, proceed with caution, please. Remember, he is more than twice your age, maybe you two want different things from each other and I don't want you to get hurt and I won't answer for my actions if that happens."
You nodded holding her hand "You're like the sister I never had, you know that, don't you?"
She nodded "I will always support you no matter what you do. Just don't kill anyone."
"Why not? You're the person I would call and ask for help to hide the body."
Nat giggled and then grimaced placing her hand on her abdomen. "Fuck, Y/n, I can't laugh right now, it hurts."
"Sorry" You squeezed her hand "Just... support me on this Nat. I really like him."
She sighed "Trust me, I know."
You stayed there with Nat four hours. You couldn't leave her alone. You talked about anything and everything that had nothing to do with the mission. Apparently, whatever had happened, it wasn't something Natasha wanted to think about.
It the sun was rising when you were interrupted by a knock on the door and Yelena came in "Hey, Y/n. I came to see if Nat... Hi, you're awake finally."
She approached and you took the opportunity to say goodbye "Well, I will leave you with Yelena, Nat. Need to try to get some sleep."
She smiled. “See you.”
"How are you feeling?" You heard Yelena ask before leaving and closing the door behind you.
...
HOW IS ROMANOFF?
You stared at the phone's screen for a minute trying to make your mind understand that the message was really from Stephen. It had been two weeks since they had returned from the mission and Natasha was progressing very well although she had to use crutches which she was hating.
You finally managed to type an answer that was actually another question.
MAY I KNOW HOW YOU GOT MY NUMBER?
You bit your bottom lip waiting for him to respond.
I KIDNAPPED AMERICA'S PHONE AND MEMORIZED IT.
You couldn't tell exactly what expressions you were making as you stared at your phone, but something about your face caught Natasha and Yelena's attention. The three of you were in the lounge on the Tower's hosting floor talking and basically killing time as you watched Tony and Pepper argue over who to invite to the party Tony was keen to throw even though Nat was still recovering.
He went back to typing.
SO, HOW IS SHE?
You typed a quick reply trying to hide your excitement as Tony and Pepper approached.
SHE'S FINE, SHE'S RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF ME, ACTUALLY.
"Romanoff looks great, look at her!" You heard Tony saying and Pepper replied "I think we should wait another week or two."
Tony crossed his arms "It's a victory party, if we wait too long we'll be off on another mission."
Nat tsked "Speak for yourself, I'm off the radar for new missions for the next three months at least."
I MISS YOU.
You smiled from ear to ear feeling your face heat up.
YOU KNOW YOU CAN INVITE ME TO DINNER ANYTIME.
"Y/n, I'm talking to you. I need your help here!" You heard Tony saying and reluctantly looked up from your phone.
"Yeah, of course. You're right" You mumbled turning your attention to Stephen's answer.
YES I KNOW. WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?
You were about to answer when Tony stopped in front of you "May I know who you are talking to? Who is more important than me?"
Nat and Yelena started to giggle and Tony glared at both of them and then you "Is there something going on that I don't know about?"
Pepper stared at you for a long moment and then changed the subject "Okay Tony you want to have the party let's have the party. Is that okay, Nat?"
Nat shook her head "Are you really going to make me wear a dress with this horrible thing on my leg?"
Tony chuckled "You look great either way Romanoff, plus I'm sure Bruce doesn't mind."
You weren't paying enough attention to know what Nat replied. Your face was hot and you were still processing Stephen's messages. Was he really flirting with you?
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?"
You waited for his answer that came right away.
YOUR GODFATHER PROMISED ME A PARTY. I WAS WAITING TO SEE YOU THERE.
You turned your attention to Tony "So when's the party?"
He stared at Pepper waiting for an answer.
Pepper sighed "If I can organize everything it will be this Saturday."
You couldn't  contain the wide smile that took over your face.
LOOKS LIKE I'LL SEE YOU SATURDAY THEN.
He quickly typed a reply.
EXCELLENT. I HAVE TO GO NOW, SWEETHEART. DUTY IS CALLING.
The pet name. That pet name never failed to draw a breath out of you.
SEE YOU, DOCTOR
You closed your cell phone screen and threw it on the couch next to you. Tony and Pepper had walked away still working out the details of the party and Nat and Yelena were staring at you curiously.
"So..." Nat finally asked.
You grinned "I need to buy a dress. A really, really gorgeous dress."
Yelena smiled “I think I can help you with that."
...
You were standing there looking in the mirror and wondering if the dress you chose wasn't a little too much. It was a strapless red dress with a heart cutout at the neckline. It was short and flared with a black bow cinching the waist. That dress combined with your hair tied in a ponytail, a diamond necklace and your tattoos seemed too much.
You sighed hearing the cell phone vibrate and walked away from the mirror. Anyway, now it was too late to choose another dress.
You read the message on your cell phone, it was from America.
WE ARE LATE. WE HAVE JUST ARRIVED FROM KAMAR TAJ AND STEPHEN LOOKS LIKE HE IS GETTING READY FOR A WEDDING. BUT WE WILL BE THERE SOON.
You smiled from ear to ear. You couldn't wait to see him. You responded with a smiley emoji and then nodded to yourself as if trying to encourage yourself and then went downstairs.
The hall was full, the music was loud. There were people there that you had no idea who they were. Some must have been Stark Industries shareholders, others were probably magazine columnists, journalists, in short, everyone Tony liked to invite to stay on the covers of magazines.
You walked between the tables getting too many stares which made you question again if you hadn't gone too far with the choice of your dress. Fortunately, you bumped into Thor, the first known face, who hugged you tight, taking all your worries out of your head.
"Hey, it's good to see you. You look beautiful!"
You smiled looking up to actually look at his face "You too"
He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you towards the table where he was sitting with Steve, Sam and Bruce. "This girl..." Thor said pointing at you and the three of them  stared at you "She would be a queen in Asgard."
You stared blankly at Thor and then he took a sip from his cup and went back to saying "Singing is important to the Asgardians."
Sam nodded "Will you sing for us tonight Y/n?"
You shook your head "Not really."
Bruce disagreed "Tony rented a karaoke machine, he intends to get everyone singing tonight."
You chuckled "I'm going to love to hear you boys singing."
Steve chuckled shyly and then took a good look at you "Looking really pretty Y/n, expecting someone?"
You felt your face get hot. Was it that obvious?
"Are your friends from the band coming? Mike, that's the guy's name, right?" Sam asked "He seems to like you."
You shook your head feeling the air leave your lungs slowly. "I didn't actually invite them. No work tonight, just fun."
"And what kind of fun are we talking about?" Sharon asked approaching with Maria Hill right behind her. The two had apparently only left to fetch their drinks from the bar. Sharon sat next to Steve and you watched as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Such an intimate gesture in front of everyone. You wondered if it would ever be possible for you and Stephen to have that kind of intimacy. That is, of course, if he was really interested. You couldn’t really tell.
"So what were you talking about?" Maria asked sipping her drink and you shrugged "Thor was complimenting my singing skills"
"She's amazing" Thor said again and Hill agreed "Your show at the last party was amazing, Y/n. I'm addicted to your songs." Hill completed.
"I'm following you on Spotify" Sharon said "And I want to go to one of your shows. Steve knows that, I'm trying to convince him to take me."
Steve chuckled "Loud music and night clubs aren't really my style, but we'll definitely go."
You grinned "Well, let's set a date then."
...
You were extremely bored and couldn't stop looking at the time on your cell phone display.
You were sitting at the table with Pepper, Tony, Rhodes, Happy and Fury listening to them talk about the mission and about a new mission that Fury wanted Tony and Steve to lead, this one apparently would be on Russian territory and Fury was really disappointed because Natasha would not be able to go with them.
You kept scanning the room with your eyes looking for Stephen and Pepper seemed to sense your uneasiness because she couldn't take her eyes off you.
You had been surprised to see Fury at Tony's party, he never attended social events, but then you understood. He was there on a mission of his own, ready to deliver new work to those he considered to be the leaders of the Avengers.
After a while you could see that Pepper was uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation, but you weren’t paying attention to what they were saying because your eyes were fixed on the entrance of the hall, waiting to see Stephen who at that time should have already arrived. Deep down you feared that something had happened and he wouldn't come anymore.
"I thought Ms. Y/l/n would eventually become an Avenger as well, but it looks like she chose a more glamorous side of life." Fury said trying to get your attention.
You smiled at the old man "Unfortunately I don't have super powers, Director Fury, and I'm also too clumsy to fight like Nat or Agent Hill. If you saw me working out you'd be embarrassed"
He let out a rare chuckle, "Well, I'm sure you'd do well in one of your godfather's suits. Mrs. Potts wears hers on special occasions."
Pepper shook her head as she sipped from her cup, "It was a one time thing, Fury, and I swear I won't do it again."
"There is a prototype armor for Y/n, I'm still working on it." Tony said proudly.
You chuckled "I've already told Tony he doesn't have to bother because I'm not going to use it. I prefer my books and my music. Someone need to be ordinary in this family."
Tony shook his head "There's nothing ordinary about you darling, you're amazing" He put his arm around your shoulders and placed a small kiss on your cheek and only then did he really seem to look at you "That boy Mike, he's coming by tonight?"
You shook your head, feeling your face heat up when you realized that he made an association between your dress and a possible love interest.
"I didn't invite the band." You admitted.
"Why didn't you invite them? Mike seems like a nice kid, I think he likes you."
You were about to answer when you saw Stephen and America entering the hall and suddenly the words disappeared from your mind.
America looked beautiful in a cute pink dress, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, but your attention was riveted on the sorcerer dressed in one of the many Armani suits he owned.
"Y/n?" Tony was still waiting for your answer and you had to reluctantly look away from Stephen.
"Tony, Mike and I have nothing to do with each other."
"You needed to see the answer she gave the boy when he asked her out." Happy told laughing and you stared at him, glaring daggers.
"He's too young. And too stupid." You defended yourself.
"He must be what? 25 years old? Not that much younger." Rhodes said, deciding to intrude on the conversation. That was actually the problem with practically being raised in that Tower, all the Avengers felt that they were somehow responsible for you and therefore couldn’t mind their own business."
"I think I like older men." You said feeling a little brave, your eyes went back to looking for Stephen in the hall finding him standing next to Steve's table talking and as he rarely did laughing.
"You're too young to say something like that." Tony said scolding you "Besides, Mike is older than you, he likes the same things you like..."
You sighed in frustration "You forgot I just mentioned he's stupid."
"Y/n, you're exaggerating. The boy is hardworking. He studies, works in the band..."
"Tony, it's never going to happen, okay? Can we change the subject now?" You said looking back at Stephen from a distance and feeling Pepper's eyes fixed on you. When you dared to look at her, she was looking in the same direction as you, brow furrowed with concern, but you couldn't care less and as soon as you watched Stephen heading alone to the bar you stood up "If you'll excuse me."
...
Stephen scanned the crowded room with his eyes looking for you as soon as he and America set foot there. It didn't take long for him to see you sitting at the table with Stark, Rhodes, Pepper, Happy and director Fury. Stark had an arm around your shoulder.
"Tony's parties are always so amazing." America said envisioned with all the extravagance that Stephen was already used to, but which for her was incredible.
"Are we calling him Tony yet?" He asked staring at her with an arched eyebrow.
She just stuck her tongue out at him.
"Hey Doctor, come over here." Came Thor's booming voice.
The two walked to a table further away on the left side of the room where Rogers, Carter, Wilson, Hill, Thor and Banner were.
"Nice to see you, doctor" Steve greeted him.
"How is Romanoff?" He asked and it was Banner who answered. "She's much better." Stephen couldn't help but notice the tone of relief in the man's voice. If it wasn't clear to Natasha, it was clear enough to everybody else that Bruce was in love with her.
"She's not too happy about the idea of ​​using crutches, but she should be down soon." Sharon Carter completed.
"What about you, little girl, how is life in a new universe?" Hill asked and America grinned.
"It's great. I like it here, all the differences are fascinating and Kamar Taj is so cool. It would be even cooler if Wong and Stephen weren't so bossy."
Everyone at the table laughed and Stephen confined himself to a smile, his eyes back on the table where you were. God, you were beautiful. Actually beautiful was an understatement. You wore a red dress that he couldn't see well from that distance, but your hair was tied back in a ponytail which was different from what Stephen was used to. He loved your air, but this way it was possible to see more of your beautiful face...
"Strange...?"
Stephen turned his attention to Steve who had asked a question to which Stephen paid no attention. "I'm sorry, can you say that again?"
America had sat down next to Maria Hill and the two had engaged in a conversation about how in one of the universes she had visited, people were made of ink.
"I asked how it feels to take a trip to another universe."
Stephen chuckled dryly "Not a good experience."
"He threw up." America said and Thor laughed exaggeratedly. "You humans are so fragile."
Stephen shook his head "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to get something to drink."
He walked towards the bar and asked for a shot of whiskey which he drank in one gulp and asked for another right after.
There was an internal struggle in Stephen ever since he had lunch with you before the mission. He was trying to convince himself that he shouldn't continue this flirtation, that it would inevitably lead to trouble once Stark realized what was happening. But on the other hand, he was tempted to take it further and find out how far you would go.
He downed his whiskey in one gulp and asked for a third. Double, no ice.
That afternoon you had challenged him by asking if he was aware that despite being Tony Stark's goddaughter, you were a legal adult and he was very much aware of that, he just didn't know what to do with it, how to proceed.
He wanted you, that was as clear to him as day, but the consequences seemed too grave.
He was too absorbed in his own thoughts to notice that you had approached.
"You look lonely. Need some company, doctor?"
He smiled and turned to look at you and his heart skiped a beat. Holy fuck, you looked beyond beautiful, you looked indecently sexy in that red dress. It was definitely too short in Stephen's eyes. He caught himself wondering how Stark let you walk around dressed like that.
The color suited you, not to mention it highlighted your tattoos. Stephen never liked tattoos, but on you he did. There were so many. Spread across your arms, your legs. One he was particularly fond of was a chest piece. A bluebird trapped in a cage trying to escape. He wondered if that was how you saw yourself.
"Stephen... you're staring." You said and then addressed the bartender. "A martini for me, please. And another whiskey for the doctor."
"I'm sorry... I got distracted by all this" He said gesturing to you. You blushed looking down at your dress.
"Is it too much? I thought you might like it." You said accepting the drink and taking a long gulp.
"Your whiskey, sir." Stephen accepted and turned his attention to you.
"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. It was meant to be a compliment. You look beautiful, Y/n."
You smiled charmingly at him. "I got it right then. It's hard to know what you like, Stephen."
He had to convince himself that he heard you right. You were really saying that you dressed like that for him. If that didn't answer his doubts about your true intentions, he couldn't say what would.
"Red suits you. It highlights your eyes, your hair and your tattoos."
You shook your head vehemently "I thought so. You look very handsome too, Stephen. As much as I love to see you in your robes, I have to say, you look much better in Armani. Almost irresistible."
He chuckled taking a long drink of his whiskey and feeling the alcohol starting to kick in.
"I didn't get a chance to say how happy I am that you're okay. I was so worried." You said looking away from him. Somehow you could flirt with him naturally, but you couldn't look him in the eye and tell him you liked him enough to be concerned when he went on a mission.
"I thought about you, Y/n, the whole time I was there." He admitted. "I knew I needed to go back because I needed to see you again. It was all I could think about."
You smiled, your cheeks turning pink. "You say these things, but you still haven't asked me out to dinner."
He smirked finishing his whiskey and too impatiently, filled the glass with a wave of his fingers. He looked around subtly "Is this what you want?"
"Well, Doctor, I'm more interested at the moment in knowing what you want. You are a mystery to me."
He touched your hand that was on  the top of the counter "Would it be too obvious if we left here and went somewhere quieter?"
You looked at him in surprise, but nodded in agreement "Not if I go first."
He nodded as he watched you walk away. God, that dress was doing things to him. He drank the rest of the whiskey, put the glass on the counter and walked out after you. He should have thought that in fact it was pretty obvious to anyone who could eventually be paying attention to the two of you, but he couldn't care less at that point. Maybe it was the alcohol that had made him so reckless.
You took the elevator and went up to the tower's hosting floor. Tony Stark could be irritating, but Stephen couldn't deny that he was extremely generous. There lived most of the Avengers who made the team their family. Those who didn't live there, lived in the compound in the country side of the city.
Stephen watched you turn on the lights and flop down on the huge sofa in the center of the room.
"Much better, don't you think?" You asked kicking off the extremely high heels you were wearing and putting your feet up on the sofa, making yourself comfortable. You could still hear the music coming from the lower floor.
"Yes. I used to like parties, but that was a long time ago." He said putting both hands in his pockets. He continued to stand, resisting the urge to sit down next to you.
"But you've been coming to Tony's parties a lot recently, for someone who doesn't like parties it's a little contradictory."
He smirked knowing full well what you were suggesting. He knew you wanted to hear him say it. He walked slowly towards the black grand piano that stood beside the panoramic window. The view of the city lights from that height was truly breathtaking. "You know damn well why I've been coming to your godfather’s parties." He said sitting down on the stool in front of the piano.
"I don't know anything, Stephen. And I'm getting tired of not knowing."
He nodded opening the lid and touching the piano keys gently. "I used to play the piano before the accident. I could still play if I wanted to, but I don't see much truth in having to use magic to do anything at all."
Stephen could hide it from himself all he wanted, but he could never really come to terms with the damage of his hands and how it completely changed his life. He was still ashamed of the scars, for that reason he used to keep his hands in his pockets when he was around you. And also because he could control himself better that way when all he wanted was to touch you.
"I would love to hear you play. What would you play for me?" You rested your cheek adorably on your hand watching him as if he were the most important thing in the world to you and Stephen felt his heart racing in his chest.
"Love is blindness" He replied without putting much thought into it. Maybe it was because he had been listening to that song on repeat for a few days now because it made him think of you.
"Jack White's song?" You asked sounding surprised. He shook his head closing the piano again and getting up "U2's song. Bono wrote it in 1990 and it was released in 1991 on the Achtung Baby album. Jack White covered it at the request of The Edge in 2011".
You looked surprised "I didn't know that. I always thought it was Jack White’s song."
"There's a lot you don't know, apparently." He said teasing you. He sat down on the sofa, careful to keep a safe distance, but as soon as he sat down, you crawled closer to him.
"I love knowing about these things and you seem to like U2."
He smiled "A lot. You don't like them?"
You grimaced "Not much. But to be fair, I never stopped to listen to their music. Only One, With or Without you and Beautiful Day."
Stephen rolled his eyes exaggeratedly "You have no idea what you're missing." He reached out to touch your hand that laid lazily on your thigh. "Promise me you'll listen carefully and then tell me what you think."
"Recommend me a song, then. It can't be Love is blindness because I already know that one."
Stephen smirked "Let's stick to the same album at least. I want you to listen to Ultraviolet and think of me while you do it, because I think of you when I'm listening to it."
You bit your lower lip "Anything for you, doctor."
...
You turned your hand over and Stephen laced his fingers through yours. You were surprised by his boldness, but you were totally determined to play along to see how far he would go. More than that, maybe you'd give him a little push. You had promised MJ and yourself that this would be the night you finally told him how you felt. The timing couldn't be more perfect.
Suddenly the air seemed thicker, your heart was pounding and you could hear it pounding in your ears.
"Stephen..."
He threatened to pull his hand away from yours, but you wrapped your other hand above his to keep it there.
"There's something I need to tell you. It's been a long time, I should have said it already."
He stared at you with those blue eyes waiting for what you had to say and the words just seemed to slip out of your head. Everything you had rehearsed tirelessly in front of the mirror while wearing that ridiculous dress just disappeared.
"Y/n..."
You shushed him "Please, let me talk. You can do whatever you want after, you can laugh, you can walk away, but first let me say it."
"Why would I laugh?"
You bit the inside of your cheek.
"Stephen I'm in love with you. If I haven't made it too obvious yet, I'm saying it now. I was always in love with you, even before the blip. I was too young to understand how problematic that was and then you disappeared for five years, but I never stopped thinking about you. The day you came back was the happiest of my life and I promised myself that having you around would be enough, but it's not enough."
You sighed heavily "I'm tired of this fruitless flirting, I want more than this and I think you want it too. It's not possible that I got it all wrong, I'm not that stupid..."
"You didn't get it wrong" He comfirmed.
You exhaled heavily only then realizing you were holding your breath. You kept your head down because you couldn't look at him. Your cheeks were on fire.
He touched your face, cupping your cheek and making you look at him.
"I thought I made it clear that I have feelings for you the night I saved you at the night club, young lady."
You shook your head negatively. "You said you liked me, then the other day you said you liked me as a friend..."
"I already explained myself about that. America and Wong were there and I was scared, Y/n." He tried to reason. "Do you understand how complicated this is? I'm more than twice your age and your godfather is the fucking Tony Stark."
You shook your head "I know, but I don't care. I'm an adult, I can make my own choices, Stephen."
He stroked your cheek with his thumb. "I know. That's why I'm here."
That was going better than you thought. Wasn't? At least he hadn't laughed, and it didn't look like he was going to walk away.
"So?" You asked impatiently.
He sighed taking one of your hands that held his and brought it to his lips. He kissed your hand lingeringly and then placed it on his face and leaned towards it closing his eyes for a second and sighing. You could have sworn you would melt right there, it was obscenely sweet.
"I have an idea or two, but I want to hear you say it first." He said staring at you with a cocky smile in his face.
You pulled your hand away and hugged your knees "I just said so."
"Say it again. If I'm going to pick this fight with all the Avengers, I want to make sure I heard what you said correctly."
You bit your bottom lip and sighed heavily turning around and dragging yourself impossibly close to him. Then you held both of his hands and looked into his eyes "I'm in love with you Doctor Strange. I always have been." You rolled your eyes "Is it good now? Was it dramatic enough?"
He gave a small giggle "Dramatic? Yes. But not quite enough yet." He brought his hand to the back of your neck and pulled you close until your lips were brushing against each other.
"I've wanted to do this for so long, sweetheart." He whispered and then he kissed you. Just a touch of lips. Soft and sweet. He pulled away analyzing your reaction. "Now is enough." he whispered.
But you weren't sure if that was enough. Not when you've waited so long for this. "No. Do it again, but like you mean it this time."
He gave you a cocky smile and then went back to kiss you and as soon as you parted your lips for him, his tongue entered your mouth dominating yours, deepening the kiss that had the sinful taste of whiskey. You moaned softly surrendering to the kiss and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His hand went down to your back pulling you closer to him, your breasts brushing his chest and you felt like your whole body was on fire. Everything seemed like a dream, one of your many fantasies of before going to sleep.
...
It was certain that Stephen had completely lost his judgment. Little did he realize that you were literally in the living room of the Avengers Tower and that anyone could walk in there and catch you kissing. At that moment anything other than you didn't seem to matter to him.
He'd waited for this for so long, convinced it would never happen, yet here you were and Stephen could feel his body responding to you and manifesting itself in a prominent erection that the suit pants he was wearing could do little to disguise.
You were the one who broke the kiss first to breathe, but Stephen wasn't ready to take his lips off you. He ran them down your chin and down your neck. You smelled so good. Whatever perfume you were wearing, it was Stephen's favorite scent now. He felt your hand gripping his hair, the other going down his chest and if he hadn't drunk a little too much maybe he would have noticed how quickly your first kiss was becoming too heated, but in the drunken state he was in, all he could think of was that he wanted you.
He wanted to know the way you tasted, the noises you would make when he finally took you. How you would moan his name while he was going down on you.
He bit lightly on your earlobe and watched as your skin prickled at the touch of his goatee.
"Stephen..."
God, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth was extremely arousing. He was so hard. It suddenly seemed like a good idea for him to show you what you were doing to him. He grabbed your hand from his chest and brought it down to his hip as he took your lips again in a hungry kiss. But as soon as he had you touching his bulge, you flinched and pushed him away slightly, breaking the kiss and clearing your throat looking extremely uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry..." You got up going to the small bar in the far corner of the room. Stephen watched you prepare a glass of martini. He shook his head trying to get his thoughts straight. He knew your first kiss had turned out to be more heated than he'd expected, but he was confused by your reaction.
He got up and walked over to the bar "Did I do something you didn't like?" He asked holding your hand and making you look at him.
You shook your head negatively. "It's okay. It just seemed a little too much for one night. I'm sorry, I'm being silly." You took a long drink of your martini.
Stephen sighed "No need to apologize. I... I went a little too far. It's just that you have this effect on me and I've wanted this for so long."
You smiled, but your cheeks were bright red, as if somehow what he was saying was  completely absurd. Maybe if his brain hadn't been enveloped in a cloud of alcohol, or if all the blood in his head hadn't gone down to his cock, he would have understood.
Before you could respond, you were interrupted by the sound of the elevator and Thor and America came out. "The girl was worried because the doctor had disappeared" Thor informed smiling and although Stephen was scared by the possibility of him understanding what was happening, it was soon clear that the Asgardian had not noticed anything, America on the other hand stared at Stephen and then at you and gave him a wink.
"Well, I'll leave you to him then." Thor said turning around and America followed him.
"On second thought, I just needed to know he was okay, we can get back to the party now."
The two took the elevator back and Stephen chuckled. "How is it possible that a 14 year old girl can outsmart an Asgardian god?"
You allowed yourself a small giggle "Thor is a sweetheart, but intelligence is not his forte." You took your glass and went back to sit on the sofa and Stephen watched you for a moment, still unsure.
"Sit with me, Stephen. I'm sorry I spoiled the mood."
He approached and sat next to you.
"You didn't. I overdid it and scared you."
You smiled shyly "I wouldn't exactly say I was scared. Surprised would be more accurate. And you don't need to apologize."
He touched your face "You're so beautiful. I don't know how I could contain myself for so long when all I wanted was to have you in my arms."
You placed your hand over his. "What now? What do we do now?"
He sighed thinking for a second. "What do you want to do?"
"Right now? I just want to be here with you, but I know we've been here long enough for everyone to notice we have disappeared. Not to mention Thor will tell everyone who asks that he saw us here, so we should probably head downstairs. But that's not what I'm talking about."
He sighed "Maybe... maybe we should keep this just between us for a while until I figure out the best time to talk to Stark..."
You bit your bottom lip, but you didn't say anything. And he knew that didn't please you.
"What is it?"
"It's just..." You held his hand in yours playing with his fingers and Stephen couldn't help but notice how small your hands were compared to his. That thought made his cock throb inside his pants and he mentally scolded himself.
"I don't want to hide it. I want to hold your hand, I want to cuddle with you in the living room. I want what everyone else has."
He smirked, finding it all too sweet, but maintained his stance as he suggested, "I know. We might get there eventually, sweetheart, but I'm talking about self-preservation here. I need to think of a way to convince Stark that this isn't wrong, which I'm sure will be very difficult. Plus, you know it's not just Tony. All the Avengers adore you and I'm going to get in trouble with all of them."
You sighed "Not all of them." You said it softly and Stephen didn't know if you really wanted him to hear it. "Nat knows. Yelena too."
Stephen exhaled heavily "Who else?"
"Peter and MJ."
"What exactly do they know?"
You looked at him shyly "That I'm in love with you and that I think you like me too. They approve."
Stephen snorted incredulously "I find it hard to believe Romanoff would approve this, sweetheart."
"She does. She told me. She just asked me to proceed with caution, but she said she would support me. Yelena is super cool about that too and Peter and MJ are on our side."
Stephen smiled sighing "America knows it all. She insisted I tell you how I felt. As you can imagine, she approves it, but I'm afraid the approval of three teenagers isn't enough to convince your godfather."
You chuckled "Peter and MJ are not teenagers anymore, and Nat and Yelena will be on our side too."
He smirked taking one of your hands and kissing it gently and then pulling you to his lips, but this time he tried to contain himself. He kissed you deeply, passionately, but made a Herculean effort to keep his hands to himself. However,  your fingers entwined in his hair and with that you managed to pull a moan from the bottom of his throat.
"Now, that's not very smart."
Stephen pulled away from you instinctively when he heard Romanoff's voice. When he turned towards the direction the voice was coming from he saw her standing next to the elevator. Yelena beside her helping her walk.
"You realize that anyone can show up at any moment, right?" Yelena asked.
"Especially Tony" Natasha completed.
You started to giggle and Stephen stared at you in disbelief. "She's right, Y/n"
"Yeah, I usually am. I suggest you two head down to the party before anyone notices you're gone."
That said, the two entered the elevator and Natasha shoot him an angry look.
"Are you sure she's on our side?" Stephen asked chuckling nervously.
You grabbed him by the tie "Yes she is. Now give me one more kiss before we go, magic man."
And he obeyed. There was nothing he wanted more than to kiss you. Well, maybe there were a thing or two.
...
The night became considerably more tolerable now that you and Stephen had sorted things out. Well, not everything, but at least you could tell there was something between you and not just that flirting you could never be sure if it was real or something in your head. It was safe to say that you spent the rest of the evening wrapped in a kind of cloud of enthusiasm and there were, however ridiculous that definition was, butterflies in your stomach every time you and Stephen exchanged glances, some not so discreetly.
When most of the people had gone and only your friends were left, Tony did the favor of turning on the damn karaoke machine making everyone laugh every time someone was challenged to sing a song. However you couldn't complain, you were enjoying the show.
"Hey, Doctor, your turn" Wilson shouted after finishing a painful version of Streets of Philadelphia. You glared at Stephen who shook his head vehemently "No, thanks."
Sam looked around "Who's coming now? Come on guys, I just humiliated myself here, I'll feel better if you guys do the same."
"I've already humiliated myself enough" Pepper answered. She just finished singing It's all coming back to me now."
Stephen looked at you smiling. You were sitting at a table next to Nat and Yelena. To your surprise, he pointed at you "Why don't you make Y/n sing for us." He suggested and Wilson denied "No, come on. She won't help, she will only humiliate me even more."
You shook your head "I'm off today. Only you guys sing."
Tony climbed on the small stage taking the microphone from Sam's hand "The doctor is right. Come here, darling, show those scumbags how it's done."
Everyone started to press you and you threw an angry look at Stephen who was laughing. You got up going towards the stage "What shall I sing?"
Tony faced the small audience of Avengers "What do you guys think? Do we choose for her or let her choose?"
"Choose for her" Hill said.
"Let her choose" Stephen said staring at you "I'm curious to know what she will choose."
"You choose it, baby. Friday can find any song you want."
You stared at him blankly for a moment "Did you hack the karaoke machine?"
"What's the fun in only having 50 songs to choose from?" He asked defending himself and handing the microphone in your hand. He came down on stage and sat next to Pepper.
You thought for a second "Friday, play Cherry by Lana Del Rey."
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SOMEBODY TO LOVE
"Beetlejuice"/"School of Rock" crossover
"You breathers are lucky," Beej said. "You and Rosalie have a good thing going, and Chuck has Dee -- hell, even Babs and Sexy get to be together forever now." He looked down at the floor. "But me ... I got nobody."
Dewey nodded. "What about Tina?"
"Tina?"
"I know you got a crush on her -- you're always talkin' about her."
"Yeah, so?" Beej said defensively. "I'm always talkin' about you, but I don't have a crush on you! "
"Yeah, sure you don't," Dewey chuckled. "Anyway, why not ask her out?"
"She's not interested."
"Did she tell you that? Or do you just think that? Come on, man -- what've you got to lose? The worst that'll happen is that she'll say no -- and then at least you'll know for sure, right? And she might say yes."
"You think?"
"Yeah. Come on, man -- go for it!"
Beej looked at him and grinned. "Okay, I will!"
"Atta boy! And I can be your wingman!"
"You wanna go to the Netherworld?" Beej shook his head. "Not a good idea, pal -- it's too dangerous for breathers down there."
"I'll have you to keep me safe, right?" Dewey pointed out. "Besides, it's your ... your hometown, I guess -- I wanna see where my brother's from."
*****
"Okay," Beej said. "If we're gonna do this, we gotta have some rules. First, you gotta stick close to me -- if we get separated, well ... it won't be a good thing. B, no matter what you see or hear, you can't show any fear, okay? Demons and monsters are attracted to fear -- we feed on it. It's like blood to a shark. And three, if I say run, you fuckin' run! Got it?"
"Stick close, no fear, run -- got it."
"Okay." Beej took the piece of chalk from his jacket pocket and drew a door on the wall. He knocked three times and the door opened, a sickly green light emanating from the portal. He took Dewey's hand and they stepped over the threshold and into the Netherworld.
*****
The intense cold hit Dewey instantly, chilling him to the bone -- never in his life had he ever imagined such cold. He couldn't breathe, couldn't feel his heart beating, couldn't even feel his body. And the space around him was blacker than black -- there was no word for such an absence. Not in any human language, anyway.
The silence of the Void was deafening -- it was as if his ears had been filled with concrete. He felt himself drifting, drifting, drifting ...
Suddenly he landed on hard-packed ground, so hard it knocked the wind out of him. Then Beej hauled him to his feet and grabbed him in a crushing bearhug.
"I nearly lost you!" Beej said. "When you let go of my hand --"
"I couldn't feel your hand," Dewey told him, wrapping his arms around the demon. "I-I ... I couldn't feel anything -- not even myself. It was like ... like I didn't exist any more. How long --"
"Just the blink of an eye," Beej replied. "Time dilation. The Void is between realities. Technically you were in a state of probability -- existing and not existing at the same time."
"Like Schrödinger's cat," Dewey said.
"I don't know any Schrödinger," Beej replied, "and I don't know what his cat has to do with anything -- but yeah, okay, whatever works."
"So ..." Dewey said, looking around, "this is the Netherworld, huh? Pretty, uh ... dark. And cold." He zipped up his AC/DC bomber jacket, grateful that Beej had told him to bring it, and stuck his hands in the pockets. He wished he had an extra pair of hands to cover his ears -- Beej had told him about the sound of the Netherworld, but it was worse than he'd imagined.
"Yeah," Beej said. "Not a nice place to visit." He grabbed Dewey's hand. "Okay, now remember -- you gotta stick to me like glue. If you get lost, I might not be able to find you."
Dewey gulped. "Got it. Uh, how far do we hafta go?"
"Not too far -- I just need to find the trail."
"Huh?"
"It's not like Topside -- things move around down here -- like a lot. That's why you hafta stay with me."
"I thought that when someone went through the portal, they were sent directly to the Processing Department," Dewey said.
"They do if they're newly dead," Beej told him. "But for breathers, no. And I was born dead, so not for me, either." He looked around. "This way," he said.
With Beej in the lead, the two of them started off in the direction the demon had chosen.
It wasn't long before they entered what Dewey could only describe as a jungle -- strange looking trees grew in riotous profusion, their trunks and branches twisted, their leaves fat and leathery, while the forest floor was carpeted in thick moss, out of which grew ghostly fungi and plants that looked like they'd been conceived by Tim Burton -- some resembled venus fly-traps, others were collections of branches covered with scale-like leaves and bearing what could only be eyes at the tips, and still others with fanged mouths on their stems.
Dewey stumbled and put out a hand ...
"Don't touch that! " Beej yelled, and Dewey snatched his hand away from the tree he'd almost leaned against. "You see that sap running off it? Pure acid. Eat clean through to the bone -- and then it'll eat the bone."
They heard a rustling in the undergrowth, accompanied by gutteral hissing and a clacking sound.
"Ah, shit!" Beej said. "RUN!!! "
As they fled, Dewey looked back to see what was chasing them -- and instantly regretted it. The thing looked like a gigantic spider, but it had too many legs and too many eyes, and there was a gaping, drooling, fang-rimmed maw on the underside of its body. And the thing was huge -- it towered over them, hissing and clacking its mandibles menacingly.
"I SAID RUN!!! " Beej bellowed, and gave Dewey's hand a yank that nearly tore his arm out of its socket.
"WHY DON'T YOU USE YOUR MAGIC? " Dewey yelled as they crashed through the underbrush. The giant spider-thing was gaining on them by the second.
"I WILL! " Beej shouted. "BUT WE GOTTA GET AWAY FROM IT FIRST! "
Suddenly the two of them were airborne -- they'd unknowingly reached the edge of a depression and were now tumbling head-over-heels down the slope, smashing into rocks and branches, each doing his best to protect his head from injury.
They landed unceremoniously in a tangle of arms and legs at the bottom, the wind knocked out of both of them. As they scrambled to their feet, Dewey looked back -- the monster was coming down after them.
Beej grabbed his hand. "In here! " he said, pulling his friend into a small cave just in time to save them from being squashed by the creature's clawed feet.
Beej snapped his fingers, and suddenly they were in the middle of a vast expanse of sand. The sky was the colour of a bruise, dull purple and yellow, and a hot, dry wind moaned around them, an eerie counterpoint to the eldritch background noise of Hell.
"Fuck," Beej said under his breath.
"Whaddya mean, 'fuck'?" Dewey asked. "Where are we?"
Something roared then -- closer than Dewey wanted.
"The Dunes of Tartarus," Beej told him. "Not where I wanted us to go."
As if on cue, something roared in the middle distance.
"What was that?"
"Sandworm," the demon replied. "We gotta go -- now! "
He grabbed Dewey's hand, but they were tossed backwards as the sand in front of them exploded and a massive, scaly, black-and-white striped column of muscle erupted from the ground.
Dewey, flat on his back, watched in terror as the sandworm rose up and up ... and up ... and up. He figured it had to be four hundred feet long -- and that was just the part he could see. It hadn't pulled itself clear of the sand yet.
Then he screamed -- it was coming down, diving straight for him, both mouths agape.
Beej threw himself on top of Dewey and snapped again.
Now they were in a dark alley of some kind.
"Ah, shit," Beej muttered as he got off of his friend and helped him up.
"What's that mean?" Dewey said.
"Nothing to worry about," Beej replied. "Things have just ... moved around more than I was expecting, that's all."
"You know what?" Dewey said. "I don't think you know what you're doing! I don't think you have a fucking clue where we're going!"
"Oh, yeah?" Beej snarled. "You think you could do better?"
"Well, I couldn't do any worse! "
"I SAVED your ass! THREE TIMES! " He held up three fingers to illustrate.
"Yeah -- but YOU'RE the reason my ass needed saving in the FIRST place! "
Beej let out a roar and punched his friend in the nose, and then suddenly they were grappling in the alley like two stray dogs fighting over a scrap of food.
After a few minutes, though, they called a truce, helped each other up and brushed the dirt off one another.
Beej licked a finger and held it up. "This way," he said.
*****
They trudged along the streets of the dark city, dully flickering neon signs providing the only light. Dewey soon gave up trying to read them -- he couldn't tell what language they were in, or even if they were in a script he'd seen before.
He heard skittering in the shadows, a higher pitched sound than the dull background roar. Rats, he thought. Or worse.
Beej stopped at a door and knocked, a complicated rhythm -- obviously some kind of code. The door creaked open and they stepped inside.
The warehouse they found themselves in was dimly lit by a single low-watt bulb hanging naked from the ceiling. Stacked against the walls were several wooden crates and pallets, but otherwise it was empty.
Beej put two fingers in his mouth and whistled sharply.
Dewey's eyes widened in fear at the sight of what answered the demon's summons. A dozen or more skeletons appeared from behind the crates and pallets and began shuffling towards them.
"Holy FUCK! " he yelped.
"Relax," Beej said. "They're buddies of mine. Hi, guys! I want you to meet my brother, Dewey! This is the skeleton crew."
One of the skeletons reached its hand out. Dewey took it and gave it a shake. "Uh ... nice -- nice to meet you."
"They don't talk," Beej said in a stage whisper. "No tongues, you know."
One by one Dewey shook hands with each of the skeletons.
"Anyway, these guys can help us find the Processing Department -- right?"
The skeletons nodded. One of them retrieved a map from a hidden cupboard and unrolled it. With a bony finger it pointed out their location, and then traced a path on the map. Dewey saw that the skeleton's finger left a visible trail on the paper. It looked like blood.
The skeleton rolled up the map again and handed it to Beej, patting him on the back and nodding.
"Thanks, pal," Beej said. "I'll get this back to you asap."
The skeleton crew waved as the two of them exited the warehouse.
*****
At long last, they arrived at the Netherworld Processing Department.
Dewey wasn't sure what he'd expected, but it hadn't been anything like this -- the place looked like a corporate office straight out of a movie from the '70s or '80s, with overhead fluorescent lighting, dingy tiled flooring, and row upon row of identical desks -- each complete with what looked to be a Commodore-64, a two-tiered tray for paperwork, and a black rotary phone. At each desk sat a clerk, some with gunshot wounds to the head or chest, others with bloated purple-black faces and bulging eyes who still bore the rope marks around their necks, still others with deep slash-marks on their wrists ...
"Suicides," Beej told him. "If you kill yourself, you become a civil servant in the afterlife."
"Okay," Dewey said with a nod. "Good to know."
Beej led him to a door with a frosted glass window on which was stencilled
DEPARTMENT DIRECTOR
Below that was a piece of masking tape on which was hand-written in black marker
Carmen Álvarez y García
(Miss Argentina 1957)
"Here we are," Beej said, and knocked lightly on the wooden frame of the door.
"¡Entraste!" a woman's voice said, and Beej turned the knob and stepped inside.
"Hi, Tina!" he said.
Tina rose quickly from her seat and came around the desk to hug her friend.
"Beej! " she exclaimed. "¡Estoy encantada de verte de nuevo! ¿Como estas, mi amigo? ¿Todo está bien?"
"Slow down, Tina! You know I don't habla español so good!"
Tina scoffed. "¡Lo hablas mejor que yo!" She smiled warmly. "But what brings you back here? I thought you were going to be staying Topside, with your new family."
"I wanted you to meet somebody," he told her. "Tina, this is my brother, Dewey. Dewey, Tina."
"You're brother? " she said incredulously as she took both of Dewey's hands in hers -- they were ice-cold. "But how ...?"
"It's a long story," Beej replied. "Remind me to tell you sometime."
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Dewey," she said.
"Likewise." Dewey looked appraisingly at the woman. Tina was a good six feet tall, with long, wavy auburn locks, deep brown eyes and legs up to there -- and skin of the most sickly green colour he'd ever seen. He noticed, as well, the slashes on her wrists, and his stomach did a slow roll.
"But Beej, you shouldn't have brought him here -- you know how dangerous it is for the living."
"Yeah, I know," the demon said. "But I really wanted you guys to meet."
Tina looked at him. "I know you, Beej," she said. "And I know you wouldn't have brought him here just to meet me. Why else have you come, mi amigo? And what is so important that you would bring your friend ... your brother?"
Beej bit his lip, abashed, his hair turning pink.
"I'm here for, uh ... moral support," Dewey told her. "Beej has something he wants to ask you."
"No, I don't," Beej demurred. "I --"
"Yes, you do," Dewey insisted. "Come on, buddy -- ask her! Don't ... don't let this whole trip be for nothing."
"What do you want to ask me, Beej?"
Beej looked down at his shoes.
Dewey punched him on the arm.
"Ow!" Beej exclaimed, and drew back his own fist to return the favour.
"Beej," Tina said. "Por favor, mi amigo -- dímelo."
He sighed heavily, his fingers interlaced at his waist, scuffing his shoes on the floor. His nervousness was palpable. "I ... I ..." He looked up at Tina, his eyes filled with hope and pain in equal measure. "I wanted to ask you if ... if ... if you think you could ..." He took a ragged breath. "I mean, if you say no, that's ... that's okay. It's no big deal, you know? I was just curious, that's all."
"Curious about what?"
Beej looked at her, surprised. "About what I asked you."
"Uh, Beej," Dewey said, "you haven't asked her yet."
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Right. Duh! " He gave Tina a goofy grin that faded too quickly.
She smiled expectantly. He coughed into his fist.
"Ask her!" Dewey said, giving the demon a none-too-gentle shove. Beej scowled at Dewey, and then turned back to Tina.
"Do ... do you ..." Beej began hesitantly.
"Do I ...?" Tina prompted.
"Do ... ah, shit. Never mind -- it's not important." He turned away.
"Beej," Dewey said. "Come on, man -- you can do it."
"This was a bad idea."
Dewey put his hands on the demon's shoulders. "No it wasn't," he said. "You'll never know if you don't ask." He turned Beej around to face Tina and gave him a shove. "Now ask her!"
Beej looked at Tina and then lowered his gaze to the floor, wringing his hands, his hair a mix of purple and pink. "I ... I ..."
"What is it, Beej?" Tina asked. "You can tell me anything -- soy tu amiga."
But Beej just looked at her nervously. Finally he turned away again. "I can't," he said. "I-I'm sorry."
"Oh, for crissakes!" Dewey said. "He's in love with you, and he wants to ask you if you'll be his girlfriend."
Tina's eyes widened in surprise. "¿Es la verdad?"
Beej nodded, hope and despair warring in his expression.
Tina stood and went over to him. She hugged him and then took his face in her hands. "When I first met you," she said, "I thought you were a horrible little man. You wouldn't leave me alone, and I did my best to avoid you as much as I could -- but still you persisted. So I agreed to have lunch with you, just to get you off my back."
Beej looked at her, his lip caught between his teeth.
"And you listened to my story," she continued. "How I killed myself because I lost a damn beauty pageant -- and you comforted me. You didn't laugh at me, or tell me what an idiota I was. You hugged me -- do you remember that?"
Beej nodded.
"And I saw how Juno -- your own mother -- treated you, and I realised that you are not a horrible little man. You are a good man. And we became friends. And gradually ... over time, I ... fell in love with you."
Beej gasped, his eyes wide. "Really???"
Tina nodded. "Really," she said. "But I said nothing because ... I didn't want to be the one to ask -- so I waited for you to ask. But you never did. And I came to think that you didn't feel that way about me.
"I wish that you had asked me this years ago," she told him. "I would have said yes. But now ... well, you are living Topside now, with a new family and new friends who clearly love you and care for you."
"They do love me," the demon said.
"Sí, lo veo. Pero ... you know that I cannot share that life with you. I cannot go Topside to be with you -- it is not permitted. And I will not let you throw away your life with the breathers for my sake.
"Lo siento mucho, Beej, but it could never be -- long-distance relationships never work."
The demon's eyes welled up, and she gathered him to herself, hugging him tightly. "But I will always be your friend," she said.
"Ah hell," Dewey said. "I'm sorry, dude -- I never should've made you ask her."
"No, it's okay," Beej told him, wiping his eyes. "At least now I know, right?"
"Yeah," Dewey nodded sadly. Then something occurred to him. He waved Tina over. "Hey, uh ... ha-have you ever heard of ... friends with benefits?" he asked her in a low voice.
She shook her head. "No ... I don't think so. What does that mean?"
"Uh ... well, I don't know if you know this, but Beej ... he's never, uh ... he's never done it."
Her brows furrowed. "Never done what?" Then her eyes flew open. "Oh! Really? He's never ...?"
Dewey shook his head. "Nope," he said. "So do you, uh ... do you think you could ... I don't know ... accomodate him? Maybe?"
She smiled. "You are a good friend," she said. "A good brother." She turned back to the demon. "Dewey has an idea -- would you like to be 'friends with benefits'?"
Beej grinned in surprise. "Really??? You'd do that for me??? "
She took hold of his tie and pulled him close. "I will rock your world, little man."
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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)
A/N: Anyway, back to Ara being chaotic -Danny Words: 2,001 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'I'm Still Here' -by John Rzeznick
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XXXIV: I Do It for the Plot
Ara has a rope tied to Hazel's waist in case she slips. As usual, climbing up takes almost no effort, and she relishes the feeling. 
"So..." Ara speaks. "Is this Hecate's big test?"
"Seems like it," Hazel pants. "Can you slow down a bit?"
Ara waits for Hazel to catch up. "And that farting rat is her assistant?"
"Something like it," Hazel says over the animal's screeching. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Ara replies, going back to climbing.
"Is it good, being a gods' favorite?"
Ara snorts. "Hecate's weighing on you, huh?"
"I just... it's scary to think that a goddess confides me with this job... but you have the whole pantheon on your shoulders. How do you do it?"
"I try not to think about it," she shrugs. "It amuses them, having us at their disposal, and if you give them a good show, they help you whenever you need it. I learned that a while ago."
Hazel sighs. "You know, when Percy told me about you, he said I reminded him of you—he was sure we'd be good friends. Then I met you and... the way you look at people it's a warning in itself. We're not similar in the least."
Ara laughs. "Silena, my older sister, used to say I was a good charmspeaker because I knew how to get along with strangers. I'm not saying I would've used charmspeak on you, but yeah, I was an expert at sweet-talking and making people like me. Percy was right, we would've gotten along if I hadn't changed."
"Huh," Hazel tilts her head. "Do the mist work in the same way charmspeak does?"
"If you have a compelling speech. Nico hates that I get what I want when I ask for it, but it's a survival technique. Hecate chose you, which means you can be great at magic, but you have to believe it. If you don't believe in your power, no one will."
Hazel breathes heavily, reaching the top of the cliff. "Ready?"
"I should be asking you that," Ara raises a brow.
Hazel glares at the man standing before them. "Come on."
This pirate dude with his stupid outfit, his dark hair, and the sea-green eyes no longer feels like a god-sent, he's probably sent by the arai. The moment they get closer, Ara's annoyed.
"Welcome!" The guy is holding flintlocks on both hands. "Your money or your life!"
"You're a son of Poseidon," she states with scorn.
The man laughs. "Indeed! Sciron, thief extraordinaire! All-around awesome guy! But that's not important. I'm not seeing any valuables! I guess that means you want to die?"
Why does every pirate in the world have to be related to Percy? And why do they keep proving that her brother is a miracle? Ara wants to be him so badly, but not even the ones from the same godly father are similar to Percy in more than looks, and even then he surpasses them! She's tired. Ara has to be her own person, it's time to accept that she'll never be like her brother.
"We've got valuables," Hazel steps forward. "But if we give them up, how can we be sure you'll let us go?"
"Oh, they always ask that. I promise you, on the River Styx, that as soon as you surrender what I want, I will not shoot you. I will send you right back down that cliff."
"That's a nice way to say you'll kill us anyway." Ara turns to Hazel. "Men aren't the brightest, but they know their way around technicalities! How about—"
BANG! BANG!
The girls jump and look at each other searching for an injury, Hazel's eyes widen. "Your hair!"
A chunk of Ara's hair has been chopped off at jaw length, the missing pieces are lying at her feet. Sciron's other gun is pointed at the Argo II.
"What did you do?" Hazel demands with dread.
"Oh, don't worry!" He chortles. "If you could see that far—which you can't—you'd see a hole in the deck between the shoes of the big young man, the one with the bow."
"Frank!"
"If you say so. That was just a demonstration. I'm afraid it could have been much more serious. So! You do what I tell you to, or I kill everyone. Celestial bronze ammunition. Quite deadly to demigods. You two would die first—bang, bang. Then I could take my time picking off your friends on that ship. Target practice is so much more fun with live targets running around screaming!" 
"You're beatable," Ara notes. "Theseus killed you once."
"Theseus was such a cheater!" He scoffs. "I don't want to talk about him. I'm back from the dead now. Gaea promised me I could stay on the coastline and rob all the demigods I wanted, and that's what I'm going to do! Now... where were we?" 
"Hazel, just give him the treasure," Ara scowls. "If I have to listen to him for one more minute I'll take his gun and shoot myself."
"Fine," Hazel crouches and the treasure pushes through the ground's surface almost immediately.
"How in the world did you do that?" The guy exclaims delightedly.
Hazel stares at the old prizes with a sort of defeated expression. Ara places a hand on her shoulder and absorbs whatever she's feeling. "Just take the treasure," Hazel says quietly. "Let us go."
"Oh, but I did say all your valuables," Sciron grins. "I understand you're holding something very special on that ship... a certain ivory-and-gold statue about, say, forty feet tall?"
Ara steps forward but Hazel stops her. "So that's what this is about?"
"Gaea told you about it," Hazel glares at him. "She ordered you to take it."
"Maybe. But she told me I could keep it for myself. Hard to pass up that offer! I don't intend to die again, my friends. I intend to live a long life as a very wealthy man!"
"The statue won't do you any good," Hazel tries. "Not if Gaea destroys the world."
"Pardon?" The man hesitates.
"Gaea is using you. If you take that statue, we won't be able to defeat her. She's planning on wiping all mortals and demigods off the face of the earth, letting her giants and monsters take over. So where will you spend your gold, Sciron? Assuming Gaea even lets you live."
He takes a moment, but then his lively demeanor comes back. "All right! I'm not unreasonable. Keep the statue. Just one more thing. I always demand a show of respect. Before I let my victims leave, I insist that they wash my feet."
"Mhmm, 'kay, give us a minute," Ara smiles, using her charmspeak. "We'll go get everything ready."
Ara seizes Hazel and pulls her away, as soon as they're far enough, she talks in a hurried whisper. "I don't remember the story well, but you know what he'll do, right?"
Hazel takes a moment to think. "Sciron kicks his victims off the cliff."
Ara nods somberly. "I don't wanna die touching a man's feet. If you make me die like that, Hazel, I'll come back as a mania and kill you. Please, tell me you have a plan."
Hazel glances at the rope still tying them together by the waist.  "Unfortunately, yes. But I'll need you to touch the gross feet for it to work."
Ara groans throwing her head back. She watches the man waiting for them to return, a confident smile plastered on his face. He thinks he has this in the bag, which makes her angry... but gives her hope that Hazel's plan can work.
"Fine." She locks eyes with Hazel. "You need incentives?"
Hazel frowns. "What do you mean?"
Ara uses her empath touch, this time filling Hazel with confidence and determination. "I believe in you, Hazel Levesque."
The girl nods and holds onto Ara's forearms. "Once we get out of here, I'm helping you with the curse. I promise."
She sighs. "Gods, what kind of awful do I have to be for people to stop promising stuff?"
Hazel smiles a little. "You can't be a Jackson and expect people not to like you."
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Ara kneels and scowls at the man's feet.
"Careful there," Sciron tells her. "I may have stepped on something with that foot. It felt a little squishy inside my boot. But I'm sure you'll clean it properly."
Ara looks up with intense hatred and Hazel acts before the girl jumps at his throat. "Sciron, do you have water? Soap? How are we supposed to wash—"
"Like this!" Sciron spins his gun and hands it to Ara as a squirt bottle, rag included. Ara doesn't even point out that it's a glass cleaner. He fixes his posture, looking ahead. "I'll watch the horizon while you scrub my bunions. It'll be much more enjoyable."
Ara tries not to think about what's about to happen. If Hazel succeeds, she'll believe she's falling, and for a moment it'll feel like she's about to die, which is not an unknown sensation, but it'll be hard not to fight it. 
They have a plan, all Ara has to do is follow it. The rope keeping her bound to Hazel is still around her waist and she charmspeaked Sciron into ignoring its existence. When he kicks her (leaving a disgusting stain on her shirt), Ara falls and the rope around her waist vanishes. 
She screams with terror, then the giant turtle jumps and opens its mouth so Ara closes her eyes to not watch what comes next, she hears alarms going off back in the ship, her friends scream, Leo wails her name... and then it stops.
"What did you do?" Hazel cries.
Ara opens her eyes and realizes she's still dangling under the cliff's edge. The rope keeps her from going further down, Hazel must be looking quite convincing in her distress if she's holding Ara's dead weight. 
Steadily, Ara starts climbing back up.
"My friends will kill you now!" Hazel shouts, her breathing less strained now.
"They can try," Sciron responds. "But in the meantime, I think you have time to wash my other foot! Believe me, my dear. My turtle is full now. He doesn't want you too. You'll be quite safe, unless you refuse."
"Don't kick me," the girl begs.
Ara feels like a predator about to catch her prey, and it excites her. In moments like this, she can tell she still has some of the old Ara in her, when the butterflies in her wake up at the thought of proving someone wrong.
She draws out Almighty, turning it into a tranquilizer gun. Ara climbs until Sciron is in sight, he has his back turned, so he can't see her. "He's a sharpshooter..." She whispers with malice, charging her gun. "Me too."
"Stand and deliver!" 
Hazel shouts the signal and Ara pounces using a crevice for impulse. She shoots at Sciron's arms, and he drops the one gun he had left. Ara kicks the man and topples him over, Hazel seizes her by the arm so she doesn't slip over the cliff again, and they watch as Sciron gets eaten by his turtle.
"I hate pirates," Ara picks up the gun Sciron left behind. "Hazel, is it okay if I keep this?" She turns and sees the girl has fallen to her knees. "Hazel!"
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Back on the ship, Hazel explains what Pluto told her during the moment she fainted. It's not good news, but it's not terrible either, it's doable and Ara is ready to keep going. When the meeting ends, she approaches Piper.
"Can you do me a favor?"
The girl makes a face. "You know Leo was my friend first—"
"I'm not talking about that!" Ara blushes. "I want you to cut my hair."
Piper relaxes. "Oh... but I'm not an expert, though? I mean, look at me."
"I like your hair," Ara replies. "I kept mine long and neat all my life, I took pride in it, but it's impossible to keep it that way nowadays, so might as well embrace the chaos. It's either that or finishing the quest like this," Ara holds the locks of hair Sciron ruined.
"Well, I might be good enough to make the chopped-off parts look like they're that way on purpose," Piper grins. "I can't promise it'll look perfect..."
Ara places an arm around her shoulders, steering her to the bathroom. "I can live with that."
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She couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of both Stoick and Ragnar 'teaming up' on them. "That sounds very frightening...And they're both practically the same height!" Trying to suppresses her laughter, she put a hand over her mouth in an attempt to calm herself down, the gloomy mood that previously settled on her slowly beginning to lift off.
Freya watched Hiccup as it looked like he was reconsidering what he was about to say, and once he did speak, she had to take a moment to register his words in her mind. 'For both of us..' A faint smile crossed her lips, giving him a small nod of acknowledgement. "Same here, Mr. Nice Guy." She spoke softly, the weird, fluttery feeling being ever present within her.
Her amber eyes glanced at him again, talking in a lower voice just in case Ayla could hear her, "Yeah, well... let's hope you can match that energy...she'll want to be around you a lot more with this whole, uhm... y'know... 'relationship'"
"Yup, you sure did. Expect me to be saying that now too, Dragon Dork." Tilting her head, Freya playfully added: "And...I won't ask about the reasons this time.."Sighing once more when Toothless stood next to Blaze, appearing as though he were on his side, she lightly shook her head at the sight of the Sand Wraith nudging the Night Fury in his own form of gratefulness. "Big babies.."
Her nerves were finally put to ease when Freya noticed the smile on Hiccup's face, tapping her other free hand against her leg while she listened to him. At the mention of the forge, however, her brows slightly furrowed in worry. She didn't want him to get hurt again. "You better not come out of there with another scar like that, you hear me, dragon dork?"
Hearing Toothless' grunt, along with the exaggerated huff Blaze did, she lightly snorted, fighting off a grin that tried to plaster itself on her features. "Yes, just the four of us. I know this big ol' baby won't allow me to go without him anyways." She muttered the last part about the Sand Wraith who flicked his tail in annoyance at what she said. They both often had the same attitude for certain things.
Once he gave the confirmation that he did have a good time, Freya offered him a genuine smile, content with his answer. "Good... tomorrow should be the same, then."
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A bit peeved that her greeting towards Hiccup was interrupted, Freya turned to Snotlout, motioning for him to come forward. "Your turn." She ignored the small amount of surprise that came with seeing the Chief's son so early; the plan was for them to meet later on...so why was he there already? She couldn't stop the sparring session, being that it was already scheduled for today, and she sneaked in a few glances to her dad as he talked to her pretend boyfriend.
Continuing to sharpen the dagger in his hands, Ragnar muttered out his response right after the blade made a faint screeching noise from the rock he was pushing against the blade. "Sure is."
His hold on the dagger stiffened as Hiccup complimented the older man's daughter, pursing his lips as he kept quiet when he started speaking on the lessons he was learning from Stoick.
"...So, it sounds like you're coming along just nice...I'm certain you'll make a good Chief one day.." He glanced at him from the corner of his eye, his movements of sharpening the blade slowing down. 'Hopefully..'
Sighing through his nose, Ragnar set down the small stone he used for the dagger, attentively staring at one of the wooden targets set up for the very purpose of throwing the weapon in his hand. "You're right. That isn't the only reason.." Angling his arm in the correct position, he continued: "I actually wanted to talk with you about Freya." He swiftly lurched forward, precisely throwing the dagger at the target - straight in the middle.
His daughter was off taunting Snotlout as she dodged another one of the young viking's attack, nimbly stepping to the side and clashing her sword against his with a delighted grin, adrenaline filling her as she attempted to hear what her father was saying at the same time.
Ragnar leaned down to grab another small dagger attached to his boot, three exactly being on it, as he aimed for the target again. "I want you to know something, Hiccup. No matter what she may tell you, or how she perceives me to be, or what my family has been through--" He threw the blade in mid-sentence, his demeanour strangely calm, and yet, intimidating, "...I will not allow you to cause the slightest amount of pain to her, understand?" He didn't spare another glimpse at the target, knowing he had hit right in the middle.
Snatching the next dagger, he aimed his next throw. "You're Stoick's son, yes, but that does not eliminate you from facing the consequences of hurting my daughter. If you aren't ready for a fully committed to relationship--" He hurled the small weapon, getting the same result as the previous ones as it landed in the wood, "..Then don't even think about coming near her. She is not any light option for you to choose; to test out the waters with, alright?"
Grabbing the last dagger from his boot, he tightly held onto it as he pointedly stared at Hiccup, almost appearing as a glare, while he spoke lowly: "You better take care of her." Before he could continue his 'conversation', Freya stole his attention as he heard a particularly louder sound of swords clashing, making him glance over in her direction to see her blocking Snotlout's attack; only, this time, she did something different.
With a faint grin on her lips, she remembered what Hiccup showed Ayla, twisting her sword in the same manner he would do as she forced Snotlout's blade away from hers. Sure, she didn't have the same weapon as the future Chief's, but she felt immensely accomplished as she managed to copy the same move. Her smile grew as she kicked the handle of the blade from his hands, and she couldn't hold back from jumping in her spot just like her younger sister, practically squealing: "Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I did it!"
Freya pointed at Snotlout with a delighted glint in her eyes. "In your face!" She ignored his irritated expression, darting over to Hiccup and her father. She noticed him already intimidatingly staring at her fake boyfriend, making her want to try and intervene the situation. She heard a few words spoken between them, but it was a little confusing since she was in the middle of sparring. Putting her sword in its sheath, she gather her breath together. "Hey, hey, hey... everything okay over here?"
A warm smile crept in as he returned her nod, that warm, fuzzy feeling returning.
His eyes moved to Ayla for a moment before he looked back at Freya. "I shouldn't have too much of a problem with that. I was able to keep up with the twins on Dragon's Edge, after all! She can join me and Gobber in the forge anytime. He could always use an extra hand, and I don't know how much time I'll have to work in there once my dad has me take over being chief... She's eager to learn, and I'm more than happy to teach her a few things before Gobber takes the lead."
Laughing lightly, he shook his head, tilting it as he gazed at Freya. "You know, you have a couple nicknames for me now, I'm going to need to come up with a few for you, make it even!" If only he was good at things like that...
Stroking his chin, he squinted his eyes at her, appearing to be deep in thought... "Hmm...what about...Dragon Lady?" His eyes widened, immediately regretting that. "Wait, wait, that--that came out wrong! It's just--you like dragons! And you're...you know, a--a lady!" Running a hand over his face, he let out a frustrated sigh. "Just--please, don't say anything, I'll think of something better..."
Her sudden worry didn't go unnoticed by the future chief. Memories of her fussing over his injury flashed through his mind. With a soft shake of his head, he reassured her, "I won't, don't worry. I'm always careful, I'll just be even more so, going forward." He was touched that she was concerned for him, and it gave him hope that his feelings were reciprocated, at least a little bit.
At her confirmation, his smile grew wider. "I'd like that...maybe we can map out a new island, but together this time? I'll bring my map, if you bring your book?"
"I'm looking forward to it!"
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At Ragnar's words, Hiccup gave a reserved nod. "Thank you, that's what I hope to become. I know it'll take time, as it does with everything, but I'll get there."
His suspicions confirmed, he steeled himself inwardly for what was to come. Hiccup was so focused, he didn't flinch as Ragnar threw the dagger, though his eyes did follow it as it hit the target.
Turning back to face Ragnar, he nodded. "I uh, I had a feeling that would be it..." His eyes darted to Freya, watching for a moment as she sparred with his cousin, before his attention was back to the older Berkian.
Oh.
Hiccup blinked, a little shocked that Ragnar would think Hiccup would ever hurt Freya. "I--I would never... I...I really care about her..." The future chief didn't bother looking to see if the arrow hit the target, knowing he should give Ragnar his undivided attention.
He found himself shocked a second time, as he wasn't sure when or how he'd given Ragnar that impression. "I wouldn't want any special treatment. It doesn't matter who my parents are, what matters are my choices, and my actions. If I choose poorly, I should bear the consequences of those actions."
"Look, I--I understand what you're saying...but," He blinked, looking down for a moment before he looked back at Freya's father, his expression determined. "My relationship with your daughter is not something I take lightly. I am fully committed to her, so long as she will have me. I will not force her into anything...I hold her in high esteem, and the last thing that I would ever do is hurt her. I just...I want her to be happy."
As he spoke, he realized everything he'd said was true. Not that he would have lied, but they had to keep this fake relationship appearing real...but with each passing day, he hoped that it would become real, at some point.
Take care of her...
Hiccup didn't have to ask to know what would happen if he didn't do what Ragnar asked, but he would have even without the intimidation. "I will."
Seeing Ragnar look at the sparring session, Hiccup turned to watch as well, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched Freya, recognizing the exact move he showed Ayla yesterday.
Hiccup's grin was unstoppable as she celebrated her victory, and Toothless let out a supportive roar.
His gaze softened as she approached, any tension that was previously in his shoulders relaxing when she drew near. He had to stop himself from running to embrace her. "You were incredible!" That was the move I showed Ayla yesterday, wasn't it?"
Don't tell her about it, Ragnar had said. Hiccup nodded, his smile only faltering ever so slightly. "Yeah! Of course it is. Why--why wouldn't it be?" Way too suspicious, Hiccup...
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dootznbootz · 11 months ago
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I wanted to ask you a deep question about a what if scenario, what do you think would've happened if the suitors successfully killed Telemachus and how would it affect the overall plot, most importantly, Odysseus and Penelope?
Thank you for the ask! Oh, no... :')
Ofc, I'm not Homer so I don't know everything but holy shit. I DO think Athena may have possibly stepped in, or if he was still killed, she would have helped Penelope. (all of them being her faves) If I were to use as an AU in my writing, I'll have to explain somethings :'D
If I were to do this as an AU in my works, I'd probably have her seek refuge with the Naiads, as that already happens in my fics. Odysseus has a shitton of canals in the castle as the reason WHY he partially went to Sparta during Helen's suitors is to get supplies as I plan to have Ithaca and some of the islands he rules over get hit by a minor quake the fucked up the castle. (he already had plans in motion, just needed supplies.) When he met Penelope and learned how she basically needed access to Water always, he sent NEW blueprints/plans back as he wanted to make her happy and give her what she needed. His thoughtfulness eases Icarius and Periboea's worries about him and her going to live on a "rock".
More to it but yeah. It's built in a way where it'd be impossible to go through if you're not a naiad or naiad born as you'd drown...Penelope and Telemachus HAVE found some suitor's bodies in these areas, as the islands don't have MANY Naiad born (especially not at marriageable age. Some naiads, seeing how happy Penelope is and having watched her and Odysseus act, thought "...That sounds nice. Wonder if I could get that." so there are SOME young naiads born eventually on Ithaca)
The pool/canal that's basically in their chamber, needs a special puzzle solved so therefore not even naiad born could get through. (She wasn't completely cooped up. She snuck out through this way to the caves.)
Even then, I plan for her to mention to the beggar that once Telemachus can inherit the throne safely, she'll probably be a Naiad full time as to not get married again. So if Telemachus was killed, she'd do that.
Possibly try to get control over the island in some ways as the suitors will obviously be pissed as "where's the queen?"
When Odysseus comes it's obviously a very...hard moment for them. Odysseus obviously never got to truly meet what his son grew up to be even for that short while... :'D And they'd probably kind of do the same as the Odyssey.
Afterward though? I might rewrite some things and make it so that they're 46-47 instead of 45 when they reunite but idk for sure. An heir is needed though (and even then I do kind of plan to have them have a child afterward as holy shit, the drama??? The mixture of joy and pain each family member has???ksdl SO MUCH FUN TO THINK ABOUT. :'D )
Odysseus and Penelope, being aspec and just straight up not wanting others won't hear anything about concubines just like they did before. He does what he said before Telemachus was born: "I'm ripped up from that Boar, I am to blame. Even if I had others it's not likely. Leave us alone."
ANYWAYS!
If they can't have an heir they'd probably talk about stealing a child... Like they talked about before Telemachus happened. :P
Look, they're basically obsessed with each other and also fucked up as hell sometimes. Odysseus killed Astyanax, I think he'd steal a baby so he wouldn't have to be with any other.
Also with Odysseus' trauma from the rapes? He has PTSD and Penelope is really the only one he feels safe around with it. War PTSD is something else entirely but Penelope, the only person he's ever wanted, makes him feel safe. Her reassuring him that she loves him and doesn't blame him, is what helps him alongside time :')
They eventually have an heir but also... Telemachus is constantly on both of their minds. Especially Penelope's as she raised him. :')
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walker-extended-universe · 2 years ago
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Walker 3x09 Thoughts
Finally had a chance to sit down and watch the new episode. I don't have the time for a few review but I'll get my thoughts down here plot-by-plot
August's path to forgiveness:
Not at all surprised that Bonham hasn't forgiven August for his perceived wrongdoing and I know Augie will be blaming himself for a while. Bonham could be a little nicer about it though.
I think August and Colton bonding is probably my favorite part of the episode. They've been put at odds a lot over the past couple of seasons and seeing them work together and offer each other advice was sweet.
Bonham only making steps toward forgiving August after seeing him go out of his way to do something nice, something he wasn't asked to do, is so perfectly in-character. I do hope we get an actual scene between them discussing what happened though. Maybe once August gets the stamp of apporval from Gramps, he'll start to lay off himself.
Liam's Not a Cowboy:
Liam is trying so damn hard but he doesn't know how the ranch business works. Coming right out the gate with an accusation like that isn't good in any business environment, let alone one that really relies on having good business and personal relations with people
I'm excited that Liam got excited about expanding the horse rescue but 1) Colton has a point that he and Stella aren't exactly qualified and 2) He definitely should've run any business plans by Bonham before jumping in headfirst
"Know your place"- Okay Bonham has a point here but also OUCH. Liam went from feeling apologetic to not giving a damn in .5 seconds and that's going to get messy
The Case:
So so so so happy to see Cordell being badass and being treated as a competent ranger
James is being way too harsh on Trey but my boy is trying his best anyway and trying to make sure justice is served
I can appreciate Utopian views of society as much as the next person but, yeah, once you throw money in the mix people stop being friends. I can only imagine the scandal that's going to erupt when people who were just picking up a few bills get thrown in jail like the people that were getting violent
Poor Trey :(
The Luncheon:
Cassie and Kevin were almost as awkward around each other as Cordell and Julia were and that was kind of adorable
Kevin continues to be the most perfectest boyfriend and that really has me wondering if his intentions are genuine or if @theladywyn's predictions will come true
Cordell and Julie swapping trauma recovery stories really has me vibrating with hope that she'll be a love interest because she pretty much ticks all my boxes for him
The Almost Kiss *chef's kiss*
The Wicked Witch of the Jail:
I think Gale could've waited at least a year before she started asking for prison visits
Colton feeling conflicted on how to handle this was so sad to watch but it makes sense. Everyone else in his family has left him to deal with things himself and his Grammy was clearly an important person to him. But he doesn't want to betray Stella and her family. So much angst wrapped up in like five minutes of airtime. I love it.
The Ending:
"Stay Hydrated War Hero" goddamn
Glad the terrorists are back
I like that Cordell is actually going to reach out to someone for help about this. He doesn't want to worry his family any more than they already are and he knows the rangers don't have any leads, so he turns to Julia. I love it. I love them. (It's been one episode but I'm shipping it idec)
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vmeemo · 1 year ago
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Holiday Vibings
With special guest oc @radical124 's fire elemental, Salene!
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It was quiet in the witches home, with the snow gently falling outside. Inside there was a tree all set up, decorations placed everywhere inside the home. Lights were shining dimly inside shared home and at the moment Star was busy getting things ready in the kitchen, getting the food ready for when their guests would arrive along with Kepler, who is surprisingly helping out a lot this season.
"Kepler how are things going on your end?" Star asks her friend.
"Oh you know." She says with a smile, working on slicing the vegetables up and putting them into a steam pot, "Busy. Getting the veggies ready. How about you Star, I know you're finishing up the cake over there and other desserts."
"Just dandy I think." Star puts some candy cane bits onto a cake before topping it with whipped cream at the ends. It's a log cake and to her it's a pretty good cake at that. Butterscotch flour with cream cheese icing topped with some now placed candy cane bits. It should be a good enough dessert for Pepper.
"Did you hear anything from Salene yet?"
Kepler thinks it over before shaking her head. "Not yet. She told me she would be arriving but not exactly when." She looks outside the window, seeing night starting to fall. "I just hope Salene knows where the place is. That she doesn't get lost in the snow. I know she's an elemental and all but still."
Star laughs a little at this. It's not often that Kepler cares about someone on that level. Though she would be a hypocrite if she didn't feel the same way about the other guest coming over. That being the colossal sheep baker, Pepper. Her carriage will be an issue but the mushroom witch thinks she can make it. It's not snowing that bad after all.
"I'm sure she'll be fine."
There was a knock right as Star finishes that sentence, making the mushroom witch smile and gestures to the catgirl, "You answer the door, I can handle the rest of things here. It's just the veggies mainly. The meats in the oven and will take another half hour give or take."
"You sure?"
Star hums, allowing Kepler to leave the kitchen and towards the door. Heading towards the door Kepler opens it, showing Salene on the other side of it, her hair ablaze with a warm fire while also wearing some winter clothing. "Salene! Glad that you came!"
The fire elemental chuckles and walks into the house, "Well I didn't have much going on so I figured that I could come over for the holidays. Cold as hell out here though, even my internal fire couldn't keep up for long stretches of time."
Kepler shakes her head at this before letting her friend step inside and out of the cold. "Make yourself home then. Star says there'll be one more person showing up though that depends on the weather."
The elemental hums at this, "Yeah the snows really piling up. And unlike me I don't think they can melt the snow as easily. Still whoever this person is they do sound interesting. You said that they were a baker?"
Nodding at this Kepler leans against the wall as Salene takes off her layers, "Yeah she's a baker. Once that Star is familiar with. Blocked out house by accident one day and that's how we met. Star took the time to hang out with her more and low and behold Star invites her to our little holiday setting." The catgirl feels a smile for as she looks at her friend, "Thanks again for coming though, really."
Salene laughs and gives the catgirl a pat on the shoulder, "Come on Kep we're friends. 'Course I was going to show up, or at the very least make an attempt at it. Star in the kitchen I take it? Smells good in there."
"Yep she is. Just finishing everything up, decorating the cake. One of them at least."
"Oh nice." Salene says, walking towards the couch and takes a seat, "Well maybe this mysterious baker can come on over soon. What does Pepper look like anyway?"
"Oh she's a sheep for starters."
Kepler notices the grimance on the elementals' face. She knew the reason and does her best to reassure her friend, "Yeah the wool might be an issue. But you can control your fire right? And I am sure that Pepper has dealt with enough customers to know how to handle elementals. It'll be fine. Promise."
While Kepler can see that Salene still was unsure about the whole thing, she talked it over with Star before the elemental arrived. Pepper will be fine. Nonetheless Kepler sees that Salene does her best to relax given the circumstances and takes a seat beside her. "In any case sit back and enjoy. Been a long trip for you just getting here."
"Heh. You aren't wrong there. I may be a fire elemental but I can still feel the cold." Salene laughs as she says this. "Yeah I think I'm gonna like it here. Food is included as well?"
Kepler nods at the question, prompting a smile from the elemental, "Good. I'm starting to get hungry."
The catgirl was about to say something but then is interrupted by the mushroom witch in the kitchen, "Foods ready! Come and get it!"
"Speak of the devil." Salene chuckles at this and the two get off the couch, heading towards the kitchen to see all of the food set up for the three of them. The fire elemental raises a brow at this.
"Didn't you say that Pepper was coming?" She asked.
"Yeah she is." Star said, pouring herself a glass of milk, "She's just bringing up the desserts and such. Moon told me that the snow is delaying her more than she thought." Star gestures to the beetle, which is now covered in a little blanket. "So she said to eat without her and she should be here by the time we're done and then some."
While the elemental was still confused at this eventually Salene shrugs and takes a seat at the end of the table. Looking at what's there and the plate in front of her she gets started picking stuff for herself. Kepler chuckles at this before picking some things for herself. "Someone's hungry."
"Hey its cold out there and I need fuel to keep my fire going."
The catgirl waves it off, "Just thought it was funny that's all. No harm done." She glances over at the other witch, "So in a bit Pepper will be here you said?"
Star hums, already putting the fork with food in her mouth. Kepler on the other hand speaks even with the mashed potatoes in her mouth, "Yep. Word of advice, don't stare for too long when you meet her. You'll know why."
This only makes Kepler laugh once she sees that her explanation did nothing to actually explain anything. If Star wasn't going to mention anything about Pepper, then she has the right to be vague about it. Besides a part of her was curious what her friends' reaction would be to the sheep girl.
Nonetheless the three simply have a good time with their meals, making small talk about what each of them have been up to and for better or for worse, the catgirl making mention about Star's recent 'hip' escapade. After a swat from the short witch the meal if done, with plenty of leftovers to spare. With it all on the table still, Star was about to do more dishes when a loud knock was heard throughout the house.
"That must be her. Kepler, mind doing the dishes?" She asks as she hands the wash cloth over to the catgirl, "I need to see how Pepper's doing and if she needs help with anything."
Leaving the kitchen to Kepler Star walks over to the door, opening it up to see a crouching Pepper in front of the door. "Pepper! So good to see you! Your wool is looking really thick tonight I noticed."
The sheep laughs as she pokes the wool on her arms, "Yeah winter season is like that for me. Not nearly as bad as the Lincoln kind though. Theirs get really long while mine is just puffy." With a smile Pepper looks inside the house, letting out a gasp, "Oh it looks so wonderful inside! Really a shame though given what happened last time."
The witch laughs at this. Turns out trying to shove a 15'9 woman through a single door is not worth the trouble. "Yeah... We won't make the same mistake again. If your carriage just outside?"
"Yep!" Pepper stands up and moves over, showing her giant wooden home sitting outside, "And everything is inside as well. And you said Kepler's friend is here right? The elemental?"
Star nods, and she taps her hooves together, "Excellent! Well tell everyone that I'm here but we'll have to move over to my place ok?"
Before Star could respond Kepler speaks up, "We heard ya! Just need to do the dishes!"
Pepper smiles and bends down one final time to the doorway, "I'll see you in a moment then! Just need to finish something up in my home before you come in. It's just about ready so I hope everyone likes it!"
"Great!" Star exclaims, "We'll be there shortly."
Pepper nods and leans upwards before heading to her carriage. From there Star closes the door and heads towards the kitchen, where Kepler is about finished with the dishes with Salene drying them. the cat witch speaks first as Star walks in, "Yeah good thing you didn't try shoving her in again. That wasn't great. But I am curious what she brought over this time."
Salene is still confused however, tossing the drying towel onto the counter, "So what's the story with Pepper? Is there a reason that she can't come in? I would've helped if there was a lot to carry."
Kepler waves her off, "It's not that its more so how Pepper is like 15 feet tall and can't fit in anywhere."
Salene sputters, going wide-eyed at hearing this, "She's 15 feet tall?!"
"15 and 9 inches." Star corrects the elemental. "Yeah trying to get her inside wasn't fun, even when we eventually used ways to shrink her in. Due to her size for the most part it has a reduced effect on Pepper, meaning that she was back to her normal size in no time and had to crawl." She sees the gobsmacked expression still present on the elementals' face. "She's really nice once you get to know her."
"If you're sure..."
Kepler, now done with the dishes gets ready to dress a little bit warmer despite the short distance. "What is that Salene admitting defeat? Certainly didn't see you cowering away during Halloween and I was a 7 foot tall bat woman."
Reminder of that moment makes Salene snap out of it and chuckle, "Yeah that's true. Even if I did make up that bat friend it was still fun meeting you."
Kepler laughs at that moment long ago as she walks to the door. "Well in any case we might not be in there for too long. Just enough time to hangout with Pepper and then watch something together. Sound good to you?"
Salene nods, putting on her winter jacket on. Once it was on and the other witches were dressed up they open the door into the dark snowy front yard. With the gargantuan carriage sitting out front, they moved towards it and Star climbed up the steps to bang on the wooden door. After a moment Pepper opens it, looking down at the short people in front of her and allowing Salene to be wide-eyed at how tall this sheep woman actually is.
"Man you weren't kidding about her height..."
Pepper giggles at this and waves the three in, and Salene only became more baffled as she sees the inside of the carriage. For Kepler and Star they know that everything is sized to her. The elemental on the other hand is astonished that someone could even build something like this in the first place. She was so engrossed in the sight that she didn't even notice that she bumped into Pepper's thick wooly leg. "Omf. Sorry about that. Just- Not used to seeing a place like this, not often anyway."
The sheep doesn't mind however, even letting out a bit of laughter at the apology, "No worries. It happens all the time. And yeah more of my height is not a common sight so I don't blame you. In any case-" Clacking her hooved hands together Pepper heads towards the kitchen and pulls out some ice cream. "I got ice cream here if anyone wants it. Feel free to have whatever you three like!"
Gesturing to the large living room table Pepper places the ice cream on the counter and gets some bowls ready. Meanwhile Star and Kepler are mostly used to the oversized furniture and thus can climb onto the couch easily enough. Salene on the other hand needed a hand getting up onto the couch, which the two were more than willing to oblige by this as they helped lift the elemental onto the large couch before resting on the cushion.
"Yeah..." Kepler says, catching her breath, "Not the easiest thing to get up on, but the comfort is worth it once you get up here. Like a mini bed on its own."
Salene can only nod at this. She can kind of see what the catgirl means when she says that. Before she could comment on it Pepper is out in the living room in a surprising rush. In her hands was not bowls of ice cream but rather a pie looking thing about the size of a large hiking backpack. The stuff covering it looked goopy and not at all appetizing, like it was whipped almost with its consistency of marshmallows.
"Pepper what is this?" Star asks. "It's not like you to skip out on cooking something entirely."
The sheep girl places it on the coffee table and wipes off her brow, "You aren't wrong there Star. But I wanted to surprise you with something I heard about in one of the other regions. They call it an Omelet Surprise. It's supposedly really good but delicate to make. What that stuff on top is whipped egg whites with sugar in it and coated over ice cream and cake."
The two witches and elemental look amazed by such an idea. Star notes something however, looking up at Pepper, "But you needed to cook it right?"
The giant hums before letting out a weak chuckle, "I... May have forgotten that I had cookies already in the oven, so I can't toss it in. Not enough space. And in my rush I couldn't find anything that could help and-"
Pepper lets out a sigh, "Really wanted to show this off to you, especially since it seemed like a thing neither of you have ever seen before."
Star pats Pepper's hand to reassure her, "I'm sure we can do it next time. But maybe you can scrape the egg whites off and we can have the ice cream and cake underneath it?"
As Pepper slowly nods Salene looks at the cake like thing on the table. All it needs is to be cooked right? Standing up on the couch she hops onto the table where the cake thing is. "It just needs to be cooked right?"
"Um, specifically browned. Why do you ask?"
In response to this Salene's hair lights up into flames, and her hands become engulfed in fire. "Wanna give it a shot. It'll take a lot out of me so I need to concentrate."
After focusing the fire on her hands, she steps up towards the omelet, placing her engulfed hands close to the surface of the egg whites. Almost immediately it starts browning, making the fire elemental slowly move around the hiking bag sized dessert and watching it brown more as a result. Salene can feel herself tiring out but she thinks its about done, only needing to do the top part. When she gets assistance from Pepper by the way of lifting her up a tad, Salene finishes browning the cake and gets set down and lets out a few pants of exhaustion. "Heh... There you go Pepper... All done for you... Oy I need to lay down for a second-"
Salene collapses in Pepper's hands, who gently carries her to the couch and places her there. Looking at the dessert it looked all great with its browned covering. She smiles at this and heads over to the kitchen and comes back with some small (to her anyway) plates as well as a knife. "Well then. Thanks to your friend, the Omelet Surprise is ready to be served!"
Giving each of the three a plate Pepper cuts the dessert up, showing that despite the heat that Salene placed around it the ice cream inside was untouched. Kepler whistles at seeing this, "That's pretty cool I'll say that much. Here's to it tasting as good as it looks."
Picking up her spoon she takes the first bite of the dessert. Kepler lets out a happy hum as she finishes the bite. "Oh this was worth it. Congrats on making it Pepper. Oh and thank you Salene for browning it."
The elemental gives her a thumbs up before pushing herself up more against the couch. She takes her plate and she too takes a bite. "A bit cold for my liking but I do think it tastes great. What kind of ice cream is it?"
"Eggnog ice cream!"
Salene hums at this before taking another bite. Star soon gets into it as well, giving the giant sheep her own sounds of appreciation. Happy with that Pepper leaves for a brief moment before returning with some snowman shaped cookies, "The others are still in the oven but I got a few of these to go with that if you want."
"Oh sure thanks." Star takes a cookie and puts it on her plate and before long she remembers what she has in her home, "Oh yeah I made you a chocolate log if you want it. Figured I could give baking a shot."
"Oh how sweet of you to do that Star! I'll take it whenever you are able to!"
Star hums, eating another bite of her omelet. The others do the same, with Salene being slower than everyone else due to the amount of energy she used to brown the dessert. However despite that everyone is having a good time and enjoying the warm interior of the carriage with some ice cream, cake, and cookies. All while the snow gently falls outside.
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masschase · 2 years ago
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1 and 8 for Matt and Casey🙏🏽
Ship ask meme (still accepting but will get to the rest tomorrow as it's 1.30am :))
Sorry I took so long and sorry it's a big read again 🤣 but their first date is important to me. Really important.
1. Describe their first date.
So once again we have the um... *lovely* situation that their first proper date was between 2016 Casey and 2022 Matt. But I love it nonetheless.
During their travel from Steelport to Stilwater they wind up stopping in Harrisburg for the night. They're still a "just sex" arrangement at this point.
They get to their hotel rooms. He asks for adjoined ones because he's trying his best to keep things detached, which surprises her but she goes along with it. They reach their rooms.
“Do you want to go out for dinner or something?” “Are you asking me out on a date?” she said teasingly. He looked at her, obviously trying to assess her intent. “Yes.” he replied confidently. She looked back at him. She felt a small smile creep across her face. “Then yes.”
They need to remain inconspicuous but she doesn't want to wear sunglasses all night so she teases her hair up, lines her eyes really heavy, borrows some black lipstick, and goes full goth for the first time. Seeing her makes him not want to go out after all, but she reminds him she'll look just as hot after dinner.
They take a cab then walk along the river for a bit and manage to find a little creperie. I based this on a real life place called Au Bon Lieu located at... 1 N Third Street. Matt mentions that he used to go on holiday to France and when the waitress overhears and ends up getting into a conversation with him about it.
Past Casey, a little but not overly jealous, later frames this as 'flirting', and while the waitress does ask if the Boss is his girlfriend, she seems sympathetic when he replies "Non... um...Si seulement" ("No... um... if only.") and wishes him luck. They have a nice meal of savoury and then sweet crepes.
“Thanks Matt...” she said as he paid the bill. “This was... real nice.” There was a very minor chill in the air as they stepped out into the summer evening. Matt offered her his cardigan without her even mentioning that she was cold. “This seems suspiciously like gentleman territory, Matt.” she remarked. “Nope, definitely not, a gentleman would have a jacket.” he insisted, draping it around her shoulders. “Ohhh... then I guess I can accept.” she acquiesced, wrapping herself up in it like a blanket, enjoying the warmth where he’d been sitting against it in the restaurant. “You sure you don’t need it?” “Yeah, I'm too warm anyway.” “Then why’dya fuckin’ bring it?” she asked, realising he’d not worn it the entire time they’d been out. He shrugged and gave her a smile.
They walk back down Third Street. They pass the State Capitol building and she discusses her concerns around the presidency and how it's nice to just feel normal tonight. They keep walking and reach a bar that's "all dark wood, bright lights and pool tables." which really makes her miss her friends. It's quiet so they head inside for a cocktail. She notices him watching her.
“What?” “Nothing... you’re just so beautiful.” “C’mon Matt...”. She looked down, smiling but embarrassed. “You gotta stop saying that...” “Oh...” he looked surprised. “Sorry... I’m sure you hear it a lot... I didn’t mean to annoy you.” She shook her head. “Uh... no... I don’t... look people call me hot, fuckable... dangerously depraved comes up a lot.”. She smirked thinking about it, then frowned. “But not fuckin’ beautiful Matt.” “But... you are though...” he looked at her, puzzled, and brushed her face with his hand to encourage her to look him in the eyes again. “You must know that, right?” “Matt.” she warned, shaking her head, but she could feel her face heating up. "You’re blushing again...”. He smiled softly and leaned into her a little. “...and you’re not even drunk this time.” “Shut up...” she laughed, and kissed him to make sure he did; slowly but passionately, one hand on his thigh. His hand that was still on her face slid into her hair, and she felt the other upon her waist. Despite their location, neither of them were pulling away and his grip tightened as his tongue probed desperately into her mouth. When his restrained moan spilled into her mouth he suddenly became aware he’d gotten carried away and pulled back. “Let’s finish up and get out of here.” she whispered as they broke apart. He picked up his glass and downed his drink in one, eyes fixed on her wantonly, then smirked. “Jesus, Matt.” she chuckled as she picked up her own cocktail, but she sucked on that straw like it was sitting in the last cup of water in a fucking desert.
Obviously they end up fucking again when they reach her hotel room. But afterwards, he leaves to go to his own room, explaining he thought maybe it'd be best to have some boundaries. She calls his name just before the adjoining door closes but it's too late. He's gone.
So she goes back into her room, putting on his shirt that she ripped all the buttons off a little while ago, and curls up in bed. She feels so cold and lonely and empty. But she fights it. Until she gets a text.
"Tell him." it says, with nothing more. She might not have a clue who it's from or why it was sent, but it's all the persuasion she needs by this point. She goes in and attempts to explain, getting tied up as she always does with emotions. Matt gets a little worried about her, but she manages to continue.
She pulled her head out of her hands, sat up straight and took a breath. “Matt... I don’t think this is just sex anymore.” “What?” he asked, sounding even more concerned. “No, it is...” he reached out to grab her arm reassuringly. “It has to be.” She looked down at his warm hand on her arm. “I know it has to be.” she said, hearing the frustration in her own voice. “But it’s not.” She turned to look at him, kneeling beside him on the bed. “Look...” he said carefully “I’ve... I’ve tried my hardest, I’ve done everything I can... to...” he trailed off, looking at her sadly. “I've indulged my attraction to you and tried not to think about how I feel because... I just want you to be happy. That’s...” he swallowed. “That’s all I ever want.” “Yeah, well... maybe you’ve done too good a job.” she said gently, causing him to look at her, confused. She sighed, and everything came out at once.. “Because I need you. Even though we already fucked, I still fuckin’ need you. Right now... all I want is for you to hold me. I just want to be fuckin’ held by you and... fall asleep in your arms and all this shit that confuses the fuck outta me.”. She saw his eyes widen before she looked away, unable to meet his gaze after coming out with all of that. “Wait, you’re saying...” he spoke as if he was considering his words very carefully. “Are you saying... it’s not just sex because... you have feelings for me?” “That’s... about where I’m at, yeah.” “Fuck.” he responded, staring at her. There was silence for a moment. Then his face and tone suddenly changed from stunned to horrified. “Fuck... but... I’m leaving in... less than 3 days!” “I know.” she said. “Maybe that’s why my stupid brain is getting so attached to you.”. He looked thoughtful at that. “Because you know it can’t lead to a relationship?” She nodded. “Yeah.” “Yeah, that's probably it.” “Matt. I need you to be honest with me. Do you... have any sorta feelings for me, too?” “Well... yes, of course I do. I mean... at first I thought we were having this chat because I’d made it that bloody obvious.” “Maybe a little...” she smiled. “But I... I have to go back. I have to.” “And I’m not askin’ you not to.” “Then what do you want from me?” “...I’m not makin’ that fuckin’ speech again.” He looked at her. She shrugged at him. He pulled her in gently by the collar of the shirt and kissed her gently. “Maybe we can just... discuss this in the morning.” he suggested hesitantly. He started pulling the sheet out from under her so she could get in. She slid underneath it and towards him, and he laid back down to face her. He looked at her with just a tinge of concern on his face, then gently embraced her while she wriggled to let his arm under her neck. He was only in his boxers yet he was so warm. She finally felt herself starting to calm. She fell asleep in his arms, just like she’d asked to.
Of course, some of you may recall Casey sees pancakes as a bad omen by late 2021 and I make it a point in my writing to subtly suggest she's right. In this case? They both get killed by the end of the night. Until 2022 Casey sends that "Tell Him" message. It averts their deaths by causing her to not be in her room when the hitmen attack. Good job future Casey remembered, right?
Actually, when she sent it, she didn't know she was averting that yet, as that memory had not yet been written. Instead she was poring over that night in her head. The last thing she remembers is being curled up and alone and cold, and she wants to do something about it.
Except... was it wrong to interfere? What if it just led to another argument? He hated being woken up, if he was already asleep, and he was quite practical about these things, he would know it was unwise to get involved when he had to come back. She had no doubt that he would come back, either; his loyalty to her was unwavering. But there was a soft side to him too; a sweet side. With all their stupid jokes, he had these moments where he said and did the nicest things for her. Really, that was what was most special about him compared with her other friends. They all had their kind sides for sure. It was just that Matt was the only one who seemed to realise how much she needed that. It seemed like that kindness was extended to her other self too. Because sure, maybe gentleman didn’t bring cardigans on dates. But neither did pretty boys who remained way too hot on summer’s evenings because they’d grown up in London. But pretty boys who cared a great deal for pretty girls... girls who were always cold because they spent most of their childhood bundled up in four layers and a snowsuit, girls who always forgot to bring a jacket, girls who wouldn’t accept gentlemanly offerings... ...they might. This was only going to complicate things. But she was going to do it. Because she’d been through a lot of rough shit that she didn’t often talk to people about. With an adult perspective and some serious therapy, she saw a confused, neglected child who didn’t deserve it, and someone needed to give the girl a freaking hug. For all those times, there was nothing she could do. But this time, this one time, she could. Thank god this app was so easy to use. “Tell him.” she texted.
So that's how it all came about as it did. They have another first date once they're actually dating, where they time jump to Italy to get pizza(they were originally supposed to have pizza together in front of Nyte Blayde on the day he ends up having to time jump).
But it's obvious they both see their first date as that night at the creperie. That's why Matt chooses to recreate it for a rather important simulation.
8. What do they love most about the other? Why?
I know I'll probably miss some here but I'll just throw in what I can think of off the top of my head.
Casey thinks Matt is the coolest person ever with his goth shit and his flawless ability with tech and the fact he seems to know all of the cool music, all of the good video games. Casey loves that Matt is very attentive to what she wants and needs, very caring, very patient with her. She loves that he's so intelligent but never makes her feel stupid. She loves that he realises when she's fine to just tease and mess about with and when she needs seriousness or softness. She loves that he can cook for her and drive for her and protect her through the tech he builds. She loves that he is so loyal, and that even when he's scared, he still manages to push on and do what he fears. She loves that he couldn't give less of a fuck about gender norms which in some way makes him the manliest man she knows. She likes that he's not afraid to correct her but does it in a way that's not hurtful.
Matt thinks Casey is the coolest person ever with her doesn't-give-a-fuck attitude and her near-invincibility and her flawless skills with a gun. Matt loves her quick-wittedness and her bad jokes that are still kind of funny and that she's so intelligent without an ounce of pretentiousness about it. He loves that she is so badass and yet she has this huge heart, this endless devotion to her friends. He loves that Casey listens to every word he says and remembers his interests. He loves that she gets excited about robots and Jane Austen and card games and space and guns. He loves that she will let him pick him up and hold her anytime even though she could easily do the same to him, but knows it makes him feel strong. He does just feel stronger with him by his side, and it's not just because he protects him, its because her presence just kind of quells the fears.
But above all, for both of them, I think it's that they are so, so kind to each other. Matt's used to people ripping on him for not fitting in, or seeing the standoffish or egotistical way he comes across at first and treating him accordingly. Casey's used to people thinking she's too cool, too untouchable, too intimidating, or that she's so badass she doesn't need comfort.
They make time to be kind and soft to each other and when one of them says or does something sincere, especially Casey, I often have them expect the other one to tease them about it, but they don't. They respond with equal sincerity and the more they do that, the more it becomes a thing that they can just talk openly around each other in a way I don't think either of them ever quite reaches with the other Saints.
And that is one of the reasons why I love them.
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