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daycourtofficial · 1 year ago

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Snapshots of Time

Summary: your relationship with Azriel, as shown through your relationship with Cassian.

Author’s note: this is based on this incredible request. Honestly I could do this forever I’m OBSESSED with Cassian I need to be his best friend like now.

The hulking Illyrian general looked down at the woman in front of him, examining her outstretched hand. Azriel stood behind her, watching Cassian with curious eyes.

No one knew how this was going to go, what to expect. Azriel never brought girls home, let alone asking Cassian to meet one of them. The moment clear in his mind, as Azriel walked into the dining room to eat breakfast with Cassian.

The shadowsinger sat down, setting his morning coffee, eggs, and bacon in front of him. Cassian looked at him, nodding in greeting as he shoveled some cantaloupe into his mouth.

His brother spoke first, “are you doing anything after lunch?”

Cassian thought about his day, he had dinner plans, but nothing for the afternoon. He shakes his head no, his mouth still full of cantaloupe.

“Good,” his brother tells him, “I want you to meet someone.” Cassian stops chewing, surprised at this. “You want me to meet someone?” Is what he tried to say, but with the cantaloupe blocking his throat, it came out more like, “boo bant me bo beat bomeone?”

Despite the confusing question, Azriel knew what his brother meant and sighed. “Yes, I’ve been… seeing someone.”

His tone conveys he doesn’t want this conversation to continue, but Cassian will not let him get away without a few answers. “You’ve been seeing someone?”

“Yes,” Azriel states, “and she wants to meet you.”

Cassian finally swallows the hunk of cantaloupe, “so it’s a her?” He asks, waggling his eyebrows. Azriel swallows his bite of eggs, disdain coating his voice. “If you can’t handle it-“

Cassian cuts him off, “Oh, I can handle it, brother. I assure you.”

He looked again at the lady in front of him, a smile adorning her face, making her look so soft, so warm.

He can see why she has Azriel wrapped around her finger - she’s been in front of Cassian for all of thirty seconds, telling him her name and offering her hand to shake, and he already finds her incredibly endearing.

But he also wants to give both of them a hard time. As nice as she may look, this is serious for his brother. His brother, who has always felt so undeserving of love, bringing someone to meet his family.

Well, to just meet Cassian. Azriel figured slow introductions was the best way to go about this, and he started with Cassian. A decision Cassian can tell Azriel is starting to regret.

“Ah,” he takes your hand, giving you a bone crushing handshake. You take it like a champ, he notes, as he calls you by the wrong name. It’s close to your own name, but not exact.

You correct him, prompting him to call you a different, incorrect name. He looks at you expectantly, the eye contact you share telling Cassian that you know exactly what he’s doing. And you don’t back down.

“That’s right, Calliope.” You respond, “nice to meet you.” You smile at him, a sweet smile that he sees through.

Wonderful.

Azriel had asked Cassian if it would be okay if he brought you to training. It was something you seemed interested in and, Azriel admits to Cass, if things continue he’d prefer you to have some knowledge of defending yourself.

Cassian had seen you a time or two since your first introduction, the two of you continuing to use incorrect names for each other. He agreed to let you come, as long as he could help your training.

You showed up to training the next morning, a teasing smirk making it’s way to Cassian’s face as you approach.

“Behave,” Azriel warns his brother, as he approaches you. You smile as he gets closer, standing on your toes to kiss him quickly.

Cassian’s desire to tease you both falters for a second, wanting nothing more than to make a comment about the red finding its way up Az’s neck, heating his cheeks. The general goes to say something, stopping as he watches the way you look at his brother. Your eyes show such kindness, such warmth, even from yards away.

You walk up, greeting Cassian as you come up to him. “Good morning, Cassandra.” He chuckles, throwing an incorrect name back at you. “You ready to learn?”

You beam, “yeah! Hopefully you’re a good teacher - maybe I’ll surpass you and take your job.”

You start shadow boxing around him, pretending to hit him. Cassian laughs at you, as Azriel looks at you fondly, your back turned to him.

The two of them lead you through a variety of stretches, they teach you how to throw a punch, and where to strike an opponent for the most impact.

“Can I spar with you?” You ask Cassian, both of the males eyebrows shooting up at your request. “I’d ask Azriel, but I don’t want to ruin his pretty face,” you say, cupping his face in your hands.

Cassian grumbles as you two walk towards the clearing, “I’m pretty too…”

You laugh, as he turns to face you. “Okay, sunshine, let’s spar.”

You two circle each other, and Azriel watches from the sidelines in both amusement and to ensure you don’t get hurt. Cassian throws a lazy punch at you, which you block flawlessly, the shock etching his face. You throw a piss poor punch on purpose, wanting him to lower his guard. He blocks your punch easily, and you two continue in this half-assed dance for a few minutes, until you decide to go all out.

You fake a left jab, causing Cassian to move to defend his left side, leaving the right side of his face open for your fist to collide with.

The impact creates a bone breaking sound that doesn’t come from your fingers. Azriel sucks in a breath, running towards the two of you as Cassian falls to the ground.

He looks up at you, the blood dripping down his face. “Where’d you learn that, sunshine?” He laughs, spitting blood out in the ground.

“I have three older brothers,” you smile down at him. “They taught me how to throw a punch.”

You offer a hand, and he takes it, laughing as you help him up.

Cassian’s wings were flapping so hard, so fast. He was exhausted, the events of the day catching up to him. Determination to get to you was keeping him moving.

He vaguely knew where you lived, Azriel mentioning stopping by to see you after going to a bakery. He lands in front of the bakery, and does the only things he knows how to: he starts knocking on doors.

Various Velaris citizens open their doors, ready to be angry at whoever is pounding on their door in the dead of night, until they see the High Lord’s General, asking if anyone with your name or your description lives there or if they know you. Eventually he reaches a door where the woman inside tells him that you live a few doors down, with the green door and flowers on your doorstep.

He approaches the door, knocking until you open the door, only allowing a small sliver to see who is there. “Cassian?” You ask, opening the door wider. He can tell he woke you up, due to your messy hair and sapphire blue nightgown.

You wake up at the realization of Cassian being at your door, immediately asking him if Azriel’s okay. Cassian shakes his head, asking if you want to come see him. You ask how dire it is, and he says you have a moment to change into actual clothes. You find some sweatpants and a shirt Azriel had left at your place, and allow his brother to scoop you into his arms as you two fly towards the House of Wind.

The flight is silent, both of your anxieties practically palpable through the air. You two eventually land, Cassian leading you directly to Azriel’s chambers.

You had been a frequent visitor to Az’s room in the other residences, but you’d only been in the House of Wind once. You’re thankful for Cassian’s lead, following close behind him.

You wind through the halls until Cassian stops in front of a door, knocking softly. He waits a moment, then enters, no response from the other side. He opens the door and Rhys is present, turning to look at the both of you as you enter the room.

You take in Azriel’s form on the bed. He’s asleep, you hope, watching his chest, watching it rise and fall slowly. You match your breathing with his, the deep breaths calming you, the only way Azriel can soothe you right now.

“How- uh- how bad is it?” You ask, unable to look away from his form on the bed. You approach slowly, taking in the injuries as you get closer. You’re a few feet away and you can see the deep bruising on his face, his chest, his arms. You shutter, his knuckles covered in blood.

Rhys grabs your shoulders softly, “he’s going to be okay, sore, but okay. He was asking for you, though.”

You nod, Azriel’s request warming your heart a bit. He always came to you after missions to help bandage his wounds. You smile a bit at the fact that whatever the hell happened to him out there didn’t stop him from wanting to continue that tradition.

Cassian is the first to move, as he moves two chairs to sit next to Azriel’s bed. He gestures for you to sit in one of them, as he takes up residence in the other one.

Rhys rubs your shoulders softly as he asks, “do you want some tea? Water? Anything?”

You clear your throat, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Some tea would be nice, thanks.”

Azriel woke up feeling incredibly groggy and like he had fallen from a balcony. He heard laughing, and he kept his eyes closed to figure out what was happening near him.

The room smelled like his room, the sheets felt like his, and he almost snapped his eyes open at your laugh.

No, not just your laugh, but the loud boisterous laugh of Cassian and the soft amused laugh of Rhys.

The three of you were talking about him.

“The morning he told me he wanted us to meet, he was shaking like a wet dog,” Rhys said, amusement lacing his tone.

“No hr wasn’t,” you say, shock in your voice. “Oh, yes,” Rhys replies, shifting in his seat. “He’s never brought anyone home before, and he’s never talked about anyone before.”

Cassian snorts, “I almost caught him with someone a century ago. I swear I heard something, but when I came in poof they were gone.”

You laugh, the sound filling Azriel’s chest with warmth. “He had told me that you two wanted to meet me!”

Rhys laughs, “he told us you wanted to meet us!”

You all laugh, as Azriel stirs slightly. He opened his eyes to find Rhys in a chair on his right, with you and Cassian taking up two chairs on his left.

“Don’t listen to anything they say,” Azriel rasps, coughing from how dry his throat was. “They’re both liars.”

Azriel closed his eyes again, but he felt your hand wrap around his, and he could see your face in his mind. Your hand squeezed his, and despite the injuries, he couldn’t help the smile on his face.

“Hi, love.”

“Hi Azzy,” Cassian responds, earning a groan from Azriel.

You want to touch his face, but you’re worried you’ll hurt him.

“Well, now that you’re awake, we’ll see ourselves out,” Rhysand told him, offering him a wink as his brothers get up and begin moving to the door.

“A woman’s love is the best medicine,” Cassian says.

“You assholes aren’t even going to see how I am? After staying all night?”

Cassian laughs, “oh, we didn’t stay here out of concern over you. We stayed to keep her company.”

Looking at where you and the general stood, you regretted the events leading you here. “I’m just saying he’d love this little black number.”

Cassian currently had an arm draped around a mannequin, wearing the least amount of fabric possible.

“Cassian,” you hiss, embarassment leaking out of you, “why are we here?”

“You asked for help for a gift - this is my help!” He says, gesturing broadly around the lingerie shop. You hiss at him, “this isn’t what I had in mind-“

A chipper voice cuts you off, “good morning! How are you two today?” You turn to find a pretty shopkeeper looking at you and Cassian, her eyes lingerinf on his biceps wrapped around the mannequin. You swear you see him flex a little.

Cassian looks at you with a shit-eating grin as he tells her, “great! I’m helping her find a gift for my brother.”

She looks between you two, confusion on her face. “Is it for him to wear? We have a men’s section-“

“No, no,” Cassian says,”I’ll come back another day to check out that section. We’re looking for something for her, preferably in black or blue.”

He smiles at the shop associate, and she blushes at his attention. He winks at her, as she turns around to find you some options.

“Cassian, I’d prefer it if you weren’t aware of my lingerie choices.”

He raises his hands up, “I can close my eyes if that’ll make you feel better.” He places his hands over his eyes, “just guide me around the store, please, so I don’t fondle any mannequins.”

“I know something you don’t know,” Cassian coos at you, swaggering into the room. You’re seated in the library, enjoying a nice book by the fire. At least, you were.

“Hi Cass,” you say, taking a sip of your wine. He plops down next to you, stretching his arm behind you on the couch. You almost recoil at his smell, clearly coming in straight from training or fighting or something.

“Ugh, Cass, can you shower before showing up? You have a smell.” You fake gag at him.

He waggles his eyebrows, “some call it a musk,” he replies, “and I know you like it when Azzie is all sweaty after training.”

You roll your eyes, moving a little away from him. “Yes, but he’s hot. It’s different.”

He gawks at you. “It’s not different!” He insists, “I’m hot!”

You sigh, accepting the turn in conversation. “Yes, but not when you smell like that.”

He waggles his eyebrows, “so you do think I’m hot?” You slap him across the chest. “Yes, you’re a very handsome boy. Now what did you know that I don’t?”

Cassian pauses, trying to remember why he came in here in the first place. Then he remembers, smiling at you. He leaned back, placing his hands together on his stomach.

“Ah, yes. I know something you don’t know.”

You huff, “yes Cassian, and I know plenty that you don’t know.”

“Yes but my knowledge is about a certain pretty shadowsinger.”

You eye him, his grin spanning his whole face. “What do you know?”

Cassian looks at his hands, twiddling his thumbs. “What’s it worth to you?”

You push him, “tell me.”

“What’s it worth?”

“Tell me, tell me, tell me.”

“Value?”

You sigh, “I’ll set you up with my friend Varia.”

He lifts an eyebrow, “promise?”

“If your information is valuable enough.”

“Oh I can guarantee it.”

“Then we have a deal. What do you know?”

Cassian looks around the room, to ensure you’re truly alone, including the presence of any nosey shadows. Once he feels confident you’re truly alone, he tells you, “I saw him in a jewelry store today.”

You pause, “okay?”

“And your birthday isn’t for six months, solstice was two months ago, your anniversary is in 8 months, so…”

He motions his hands, hoping you’ll get what he’s insinuating.

“He’s preparing?” You ask. The general rolls his eyes. He grabs both of your arms, shaking you as he tells you, “he was looking at rings!”

You gasp, “no you did not! Did you see any? What did they look like? Do you think they’d fit my fingers?”

Cassian rolled his eyes, “well he wasn’t shopping at Jewelry for Giants”

You hit him in the chest with a pillow. “No, I didn’t see any of them, but he was there for quite a while. Pretty sure the shop assistant showed him everything he had in the store.”

You squeal, launching yourself onto Cassian in a hug. “This better be real, valid intel Cassian or I swear I’ll cut off your testicles and feed them to Bryaxis.”

He eventually leaves, having had enough of your squealing and questions about rings, opting for a glass of milk before bed. As he’s in the kitchen pouring a glass he hears from behind him, “Cassian I know you saw me.”

He flinches, but just barely, causing the shadowsinger to smile just a touch. “Saw you where?”

Azriel sighed, “stop playing dumb with me Cassian, you saw me at Winston’s Jewelry.”

Cassian’s surprised at Azriel’s forwardness, his lack of dancing around subjects a skill Cassian wishes he shared. “Yes, I did. So? I assumed you were buying a birthday gift.”

His brother doesn’t buy the fib. “You know exactly what I was looking for in that store.”

“Mm, jewelry?”

Azriel closes his eyes, counting to ten, to keep himself from leaping across the kitchen and stabbing his brother. He keeps his eyes closed as he says, “I bought a ring.”

“This is so sudden, brother, I mean how could I say yes when we haven’t even spent a night together?”

Azriel rubs the bridge of his nose, annoyance still there from the moment he saw Cassian watching him. “Not for you, for her.” He pauses and Cassian doesn’t try to fill it, waiting for Azriel to continue.

Azriel sighs, letting the truth fill the room. “I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

Cassian cheers in delight, excitement coursing through him.

“How are you going to do it? A bunch of flowers everywhere? Oh, oh, put the ring on your cock and -“

Azriel balks at Cassian, the headache coming back. He goes to walk away, but stops. “Just - don’t tell her you saw me. Please?”

Cassian pales, but agrees, and watches his brother head towards his room. Once he hears the click of his door, he races across the house to the library, where you’re still seated.

“Don’t-“ he pants, “mention anything about rings.” He pants again, surprisingly winded. “I didn’t tell you anything.” He turns to walk away, but he hears you say, “okay?” before he walks out.

You were spreading olive oil across the grape tomatoes as you heard your door open. You didn’t hear movement as your husband walked into the kitchen, your back turned to him.

“You’re home early,” you say, stirring the gnocchi. “How was your day, sweets?”

“It was fine, darling,” you hear Cassian respond, followed by a chair dragging across your floor as he plops down, spreading his legs wide, taking up a considerable amount of space.

You turned around, expecting a different Illyrian in your kitchen, a quick retort on your tongue as you look down and see his shoes. “Cassian!” You scold, “I’ve told you to take off your muddy boots before you come in.”

You walk over to him, flicking him in the ear. He rubs it softly, muttering about something. “Sorry, dear,” he says, emphasizing the term of endearment, as he starts unlacing his shoes.

You begin walking back to continue your cooking. “I thought you were my husband,” you shout to him as he walks back through your living room, the door softly opening. “Well, I’m flattered sweetheart, I thought we could have had something special, too, but my rascal of a brother got you first.”

You roll your eyes at him, stirring your noodles, “We never would have worked out, Cass. We’re both too chipper, we need to share our happiness with the grumps of the world.”

Cassian snorted, opening your fridge to grab a beer, “no we wouldn’t have worked out because Azriel would have murdered me if I made a move.”

He opens his beer bottle with his teeth, chuckling.

You laugh, cutting up your cooked chicken to mix it back into the pasta. “Oh what could have been, Cass. The world wouldn’t have been able to handle us together.”

“I know I certainly couldn’t.”

You smile, feeling your husband ghost a kiss to your cheek. He wraps his arms around you, basking in your scent before he goes to get his own beer.

Cassian rolls his eyes, “you would have skulked for hundreds of years, brother.” Your eyebrows raise, “you think we would have been together for centuries?”

“Oh yeah,” Cassian nods, putting his beer down on the table. “If not out of love, out of spite.” He gives Azriel a little smirk, and Azriel slaps the back of his head.

“Why are you here, Cass, other than to flirt with my wife?” He asks, taking his usual seat at the table.

“Yeah, Cass, didn’t you have a date tonight?” You ask, placing the pan in the oven and setting a timer. Azriel stills at your question. His brother did have a date tonight, one that should have started two hours ago.

You both reach the same conclusion as you say, “oh, Cass,” turning around to look at him. “What happened?”

He shrugs, starting to rip the label off his bottle to occupy himself. “She just.. wasn’t right.” He sighs, a contemplative look overcoming his features. “I just want something real. Not a few nights, not a few months. Something real. Like you two.”

Cassian’s face reddens, his admission in the air. He’s about to apologize, but you wrap your arms around his head, placing your own on top of his.

“You deserve someone incredible, Cass. Someone that isn’t me.” He laughs, patting your arms. “I’m sorry she didn’t work out. But you’re free to stay for dinner tonight, if you want. I’m making pesto chicken gnocchi.”

Cassian sighs, deflating in your arms a bit, “I don’t want to impose-“

Azriel snorts, “yes you do. Go ahead, Cassian. Impose. We’re happy to let you.” Cassian smiles, a real, genuine smile. Most nights the loneliness doesn’t get to him, but this is a rare night for vulnerability, and as the three of you gather around the table, gossiping about the girl Rhys was under the mountain with and how she was now at the Moonstone Palace with Rhys, Cassian feels his friends help carry his burden.

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ayeyolooo · 1 year ago

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Roommates!

1000 + words 😓(please excuse my grammatical errors!)

YOU LAID IN YOUR BED BOO BOO CRYING. Your boyfriend just broke up with you. Did you know why? Absolutely not. You stopped crying before sniffing and you started boo boo crying again. Connie walked by your bedroom and his eyes furrowed. He knocked on the door with his knuckles and called out your name softly. "Y/n?" His soft voice rang on the other side of the door. You just sniffed and ignored him. Connie just sighed before he went to go and get eren and armin. Connie walked downstairs to see armin on the game with his headphones on. His back muscles glowed in the sun as the curtain was open,shooting the natural light on his back.

His piercings shimmered in the sunlight as he threw his head back in annoyance. "Bro yall big goofy asses cheating." Armin's deep voice rang throughout the house. Eren just leaned on the counter and laughed at armin. Armin sucked his teeth before turning towards eren and pointing towards the tv. "Nahh cause they asses double teaming." Armin said with a lil attitude.

Eren just laughed and popped a blueberry in his mouth. He took the fruit out and he began mixing him some fruit in a glass white bowl. His fruit mixture was watermelon,cantaloupe, strawberries,mango, grapes and pineapple. He placed the fruit back in the refrigerator and walked over to the couch and plopped down on the seat next to armin. Armin looked over to eren and seen him scrolling through his Instagram feed. He took his opportunity to dig in his bowl and take some of his fruit before eating all of them.

Eren looked up from his phone with furrowed eyebrows. "Bro.. why are you digging your hands in my fucking bowl ion know where your nasty ass hands been." Eren said popping armin on the nose.Armin's hand quickly went up as he clutched his now red nose. "Ouch dickhead,you hit my piercing." Armin's voice muffled from his hands covering his mouth.

Eren just smirked before going back on his phone. Armin just rolled his eyes before he began playing the game again. Connie just stood on the stairs and watched the whole thing unfold. He laughed and walked to the kitchen. "Okay whenever y'all done with y'all lil arguing and shit. We got something else to worry bout?" Connie said taking the pancake mix out of the cabinet. Armin and erens face screwed up in confusion as they turned to Connie. "What's wrong??" Armin asked as his tatted hand began to take the ps5 headphones off.

"mama up there crying."Connie replied taking the ingredients for pancakes out of the refrigerator. Armin placed his headphones back on as he spoke into the mic. "Aye I gotta go imma talk to y'all later." Armin said before turning the game off and walking in the kitchen. "What's wrong with n/n?" Eren asked standing up and making his way to the kitchen. "Beats me." Connie said shrugging as he mixed the ingredients in the bowl. "You asked mikasa?" Eren asked. Connie just shook his head no.

"Did you try asking her?" Armin asked taking out the pots to help Connie. Connie and eren just looked at him like he was stupid. "Well no shit." Connie sarcastically responded. "Okay my bad damn." Armin mean mugged everyone before he began getting the butter out of the refrigerator and spreading it into the pot. Eren took the turkey bacon from the freezer and stood to the side of armin turning the oven on and placing it on 350°.

He cleared the oven out making sure that it was nothing in there. He took a baking pan and he placed some bacon strips on the pan. He slid the pan into the oven and he closed it back. "I'm thinking about changing my tongue piercing." Eren said breaking the silence. "For what? Isn't the one you got good already??" Armin asked. "Yeah,but I want a bigger one..I don't know yet though." Eren said licking his lips and rubbing his two tatted hands together making his muscles flex against his tight dry fit shirt.

"Okay we have to make her cheer up." Connie said pouring some of the batter on the hot sizzling pan and cleaning up the sides so that it'll be clean. "Yeah." Armin and eren both replied with a sad tone. "But mikasa I don't know what I did wrong." Your voice cracked at the end. "Girl fuck him.. he wasn't shit anyways." She said. She despised your boyfriend. She couldn't stand him.

She hated him so badly that she didn't even want to breathe the same air as him. You just tucked your head into your arms and you cried and cried. Mikasa felt bad for you. Since she didn't know how to comfort anyone. And she wasn't anywhere near you. "Girl his dick better have been that good to where you crying like that." Mikasa said looking at you. "It wasn't but I loved him." You said sipping your eyes. Your white acrylics could be seen as mikasa just shook her head in dissapointment.

"Stinka,that wasn't no man..I mean look at the way he talked to you Ma." Mikasa's raspy voice rang throughout the phone. You just sniffed as you tried to wipe your eyes. But the tears kept coming out. Your Nose was running and you were starting to get hot.

You sniffed and stood up. When you stood up your head felt dizzy . It was from you crying so much. You walked to the mirror and looked at your face. Your puffy eyes ,your red tipped nose. All of this for someone you loved.

But did he love you back..?

You kept your light off,but turned on your fan. You removed your jacket and made your way back underneath the covers to sulk some more.

You got into the bed and continued to cry. Mikasa whispred sweet nothings over the phone as you cried. She was trying her best,but you kept crying.

She just sighed out in defeat. "I'm so sorry ma that he's making you feel this way." Mikasa pouted over the phone.

You just shrugged. "Maybe it's cause I'm too fat?" You admitted. "Woahhh hold your motherfucking horses." Mikasa placed one finger up in the camera as a 'wait.' Signal.

"Girl you are a real female. You didn't get surgery..and you're naturally thick.. okay??" She asked you. "But.." you muttered. "But nothing y/n shut the fuck up and listen to me." Mikasa's stern voice said to you as you immediately shut up.

"You have a pudge, so what? You have cellulite? So what? You have stretch marks,so what?? You have lower belly fat,so what??All of that make you human y/n." Mikasa's voice turned soft as she explained.

"You're not putting all of this plastic and shit in your body. Your body is perfect for the person who you're meant for." Mikasa said. "Okay? Now stop crying pretty girl." Mikasa said.

"Wipe your tears, ion wanna see you crying anymore." Mikasa said as you nodded and wiped your eyes. "Sasha wants me to go and cuddle with her..I'll speak to you later pretty girl." Mikasa said smiling at you.

Your lil phat ma throbbed but you played it off since it wasn't the right moment for that. "Love you n/nnn."Mikasa drug out there last letter of your name. "I love you too kasaaaa." You said bringing the phone to your lips and making kissy noises.

Mikasa did the same thing before saying bye to you and hanging up.

You laid on your back as you scrolled through your feed. You checked your dm's and it was a client. She wanted you to do her daughters hair and nails,for her 16th birthday.

Hello! Ms.y/n would you be available today by any chance? It's my daughters 16 th birthday today and I was wondering if you could do her hair and nails?

You sat up and turned your light on.

'Yeah sure! Read the information in my highlights🤍. Can you please bring her by 12:00?' You sent it said that she seen it.

'Yes sure,would you like your $15 deposit on cash app or in person?'

'On cash app ma'am.' You replied. She said okay and sent it. She showed you the way she wanted her hair.

You told her what she needed,and you sent her your address. You kept on erens sweatpants, and they were able to fit due to your thick thighs.

You had on one of armin's white tee shirts and you had on Connie's 'euphoric' hoodie. You made your way downstairs to see the boys all in the kitchen making food.

All of their backs were turned. So when they all turned around to place a piece of food on the plate. They all shrieked when they seen you.

Your eyelashes off, your eyes puffy,the tip of your nose red. And your eyes glossy.

"You okay?" Armin asked walking over to you and giving you a warm hug. Your eyes started to water as he kissed your head. Eren just walked over and pulled you off of armin. He turned you around and he wiped your tears.

"What's wrong pretty girl?" He whispred and leaned down so that he could face you. "Nothing." You turned your head so that he couldn't see you crying.

He gently grabbed your chin and faces you towards him. He used both of his thumbs and wiped your eyes. "You crying doesn't seem like nothing." He whispred lowly.

You just sighed. "I'm okay,and I have a client today." You said giving all of them a closed smile. "Oh that's cool. Come eat." Connie said placing your plate on the table.

You hesitated before making your way to the table. They all made their plates before coming to sit next to you. "You okay ma?" Connie asked looking at you with his hazel green eyes.

"Yeah I'm fine." You said messing with your earring. "I call bullshit." Armin said. You just rolled your eyes as eren laughed.

"Yeah y/n you ain't a good liar." Eren motioned to you playing with your earring. "Hop off okay?" You said with a lil attitude.

"You and markeshia broke up??" Connie asked breaking the ice. You just mean mugged him at the name. "His name was Marcus and yes,we unfortunately separated.. why did you call him markeshia?" You asked picking up a strawberry and biting into it.

"Cause he acted more like a lil girl than he did a man,so why not?" Connie asked shrugging and taking a bite of his pancake. You just laughed at the name. Armin seen you laughing and he broke out into a smile.

You started to die of laughter as the three boys joined in from your laugh.

Them three didn't fail you. When you were sad they found out a way to cheer you up.

When you were hungry or needed money they had no problem paying for you. Mikasa thinks that you have a crush on them. But you denied her,even though it was true.

I mean how could you not? Here lemme explain to you.

Eren okay ,Greek God. Slim waist. Tattoos,tall?? Not fine??

Armin, messy undercut,pink lips,nose ring?? Tattoos? Taller than you but shorter than eren. Still not fine???

Connie,green eyes. Nose piercing? Eyebrow piercing?? Tattoos?? Shorter than armin and eren but taller than you. You lying if you say they ain't fine ass hell.

You continued eating. You finished and placed your plate in the sink so that you'll be able to wash it later. "N/n you need us to help you?" Eren asked as all of their eyes shot towards you.

They just wanted an excuse to go and watch you do hair.

"Yeah y'all can come in and help if you'd like." You said showing them a beautiful smile and walking to your little hair salon.

"Y'all seen that sexy ass smileeee??" Connie whispered as eren and armin's face went red. They all dabbed eachother up before finding their faces and making their way to your hair room.

"Y'all go put on some clothesss,I can't have y'all looking like that when my clients over here." You said looking them up and down.

"What's wrong with what we got on?? This out house too n/n." Armin mean mugged you. You just rolled your eyes before you started separating the hair and placing it on the stands.

Armin has on a white wife beater with some black jordan basketball shorts. Connie had on a white tee shirt,with some grey sweatpants and a black beanie on.

Eren had on a black fitted dryfit shirt with some black sweatpants and his hair was in a messy bun to the back.

All of them looked delicious.

"Find whatever." You said rolling your eyes. Armin walked over to you "you need us to help you?" He asked with an innocent smile as he looked down at you,with low lidded eyes.

"Yeah,you can help separate the hair for me?" You asked handing him the hair. He took it from you and began to separate the hair.

The boy all knew how to work your salon. On days you were sick,they'd take your place and they'll give you all of the money when they were done.

Connie did the nails,armin and eren did the hair. They were able to do this because they watched you every single time you'd have a client.

Pt 2🤔??

#ayeyolooo #black y/n #aot x black reader #aot x reader #black reader #x black fem reader #aot x black y/n #connie x black reader #armin x black y/n #eren x black fem!reader

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l0vergirlv0mit · 1 year ago

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All of you

Inspired by: All Of You sung by Ella Fitzgeralds

Pairing: wife!hazel x reader

Summary: after meeting in college and falling in love you both have graduated, found stability in yourselves and each other, and now enjoy the pleasures of being newlyweds. Fluff<3

A/n: more of a blurb. i often fantasize about having a loving wife and a beautiful house. just thinking about scenes of a comfortable loving marriage makes me melt. Hazel is definitely a women in STEM btw. Really enjoyed writing this!

You quietly make your way downstairs trying to find the beautiful women missing from my your bed when you woke up. A sweet aroma fills your nostrils and you know exactly where you’ll find her.

The cold wooden floor boards creek beneath your feet. The late November weather makes you crave your wife’s warmth more than anything. You come up behind her and and wrap your arms around her waist, placing a kiss where her neck met her shoulder. “Smells great baby.” You spoke softly to her.

Hazles been smiling to her self since she heard you open the door of your bed room. Excited to see her love and share the morning with her. “How did you sleep?” She turns the stove off finished with her scrambled eggs. Moving to face you then pull you into an impossibly close embrace, kissing the top of your head. “Good, but I woke up cold.” You look up at her and pout.

“Aww well I have something that’ll warm you up baby.” She places a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Go sit down I’ll bring you coffee and breakfast yeah?” You smile ear to ear overcome with love. You pull away from her going to the record player in the dinning room and put on a jazz record.

“Cream and sugar babe?” She calls from the kitchen. “Yes please!” Swaying back and forth to the music you make your way to your assigned seat at the table. The soft light of the morning pierces through the sheer curtains. Staring contently at the view outside your semi fogged window.

Hazel goes back and forth between the kitchen placing down a large plate piled with pancakes, another plate with scrambled eggs, and bowl of cantaloupe. Finally setting down your cup of coffee and handing you one of her hoodie’s. “Here.” She kisses your forehead and sits next to you.

You pull her hoodie on and smells like her sandalwood amber perfume. Every nerve in your body is buzzing with gratitude. How could you get so lucky. “Thank you baby, you work so hard for me.” She smiles even wider her chest filling with pride. “Anything for you.” While fixing your plates and eating you talk about the events of your past week. Laughing and holding hands and teasing.

Once you finished Hazel starts to get up and reaches for your plate. You place your hand softly on her wrist. “Let me clean up honey you’ve worked hard enough it’s not even 10 yet.” She agreed but still insisted on caring the plates to the sink for you. She leans against the counter watching you clean. Keeping you occupied by telling you details about the event your both attending later tonight.

You were going to a formal party for Hazles bosses birthday. And you couldn’t wait to help Hazel into her suit later tonight. You were nodding and humming to the things Hazel was saying until one of your favorite songs came on.

You gasp stopping what you were doing. Wiping your hands on the clean towel next to you and pull Hazel by the hands to dance with you. Quickly she places her hands on your hips and smiles brightly. Your playful excitement amuses her.

Giggling at your enthusiasm when singing to her her starts singing with you. She spins you around and dips you. Pulling you back close to her. Dizzy as you rest your hand on her chest and your head on her shoulder. “I love you, so much.” She whispered into your ear. Raising your head you whispered back to her “I love you more.” Eyes looking back into each other completely entranced.

She raised her eyebrows, one hand moves to your lower back and the other to the side of your face. “Doubt it.” She pulls you into a passionate kiss. Your hands find her waist thumbs rubbing the soft skin. Both of you pull away and Hazel grinned at you again continuing to sing. Taking your hands again to dance with you until you’ve moved to the living room.

Where she pulls you down with her to the couch. Laying on top of you with her head on your chest. Dishes forgotten and record played through. Hazel reaches for the remote and turned on the show you’d both been watching together for the past month. Your fingers run though her hair. “Dont let me fall asleep ok.” You hum in response and eventually heard her breathing slow as she rest. And you laid there drawing circles into her back completely and utterly content.

The rest of the day was spent being lazy around the house enjoying each other’s company<3

(This made me want to punch dry wall I need this so bad😊)

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan imagine

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karespocketboyfriends · 4 months ago

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𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍

Chapter One

A Love and Deepspace Fanfiction (Sylus X OC)

Warnings -> None needed I think?

<- Prologue

An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

January, 2047

The kinky scene playing out in my head is shattered by my cellphone's alarm, demanding I put the book down and start the day. I'm reluctant to do so, the most enjoyable part of my life is losing myself in a novel, but if I don't work, none of us will get to eat.

I stop the alarm and only allow myself to finish the current chapter, trying desperately not to continue reading as I slip the handmade bookmark I received for Christmas between the pages.

"Later." I promise the book, promise myself, and reach up to place it on the shelf above my head.

I crawl to the edge of my bed and slide the door open, making room for the drawers beneath my bed to open. My room isn't a room, but a large closet my brothers helped me convert into a decent sleeping space. We shoved a daybed in for me to sleep on, the drawers underneath deep enough for me to store my clothes in. Needless to say, I don't have a floor, but hey, at least it's impossible for my room to get messy. My older brothers mounted shelves on the walls to hold other things, though most of the space is taken up by books. It took several weeks to learn how to navigate the small space without smacking my head or limbs off something.

The only decoration I have is the colourful stained glass suncatcher hanging from the light fixture attached to the ceiling. Suncatchers are useless in the N109 Zone, where the sun forgets to shine, but I was drawn to it anyway. Partly because there will always be a part of me that hopes the sun will remember this city one day, and partly because the red dragon flying over the mountains is too beautiful to ignore. I was always well behaved in public as a child, but I vividly remember crying as I begged my parents to buy it for me.

My mother disappeared weeks after I brought my dragon home. My father, slowly falling apart after her loss, walked out on us a few years later. My older brothers and I worked our asses off as teenagers, but still couldn't afford the rent at our old house. Hence how all five of us ended up in this cramped, two bedroom apartment. I volunteered to take the closet - it made more sense for my brothers to share the bedrooms.

I slide the closet's door shut to change, and open it again once I'm done. Throwing a sweater on top of my turtleneck, I carry the clothes I slept in to the bathroom and dump them into my hamper. I don't have room in my closet for it, though I wish I did - I’ve had to smack my brothers upside the head on several occasion's for getting freaked out over a sight of a used bra.

God forbid a woman use a bra to hold her cantaloupes down. I’m sure the sight of those bouncing around would scar them even more.

I walk to the end of the only hallway in the apartment and knock on the door on the right with my knuckles. "Simon! Troy! You up?"

I'm not expecting the door to open, but it does. It's Simon that answers, the more studious of my younger twin brothers. "I'm up."

Evidence shows that he's been up for a while. His dark, shoulder length hair looks brushed out and his clothes don't look like they've been slept in. Like me, he's layered up to withstand the unbearable chill in the apartment.

I tilt my head and scrutinize him. He might be ready, but if he's covering up for Troy... "And your brother?"

Simon flashes his quirky smile and points a thumb over his shoulder. Peeking around his tall, lean frame, I spot their beds. One is empty and freshly made, and the other is still occupied, the blankets pulled all the way up to Troy's head.

Huffing, I barge in and yank the top blanket off. "Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty. It's a school day."

"Yeah, I told him." Simon said, sitting on the edge of his own bed. He opened his backpack and started rummaging through it. "He said 'five more minutes' twenty minutes ago."

Troy grumbles and tries to swat me away. "It's Friday."

I raise a brow. "So? I don't care if it's the start of the week or the end of it, you're going."

He twists his head to cut me with a sleepy glare. He's identical to Simon, from his hair to his baby face and his lean build. "You dropped out in your sophomore year and you're doing well. Why are you making us finish?"

My fist curls tighter around the blanket as I blow air out of my nose. "I decided that keeping food in our stomachs was more important at the time. We're in a better position now, so there's no need for you two to quit. Go build a brighter future for yourself, Troy."

I let the blanket go and turn around, heading for the door. I close it behind me, don't linger as Simon starts chewing his twin out the second I'm gone. I make for the kitchen instead.

There's no division between the kitchen and the living room, unless one counts the line where tile meets wood as the invisible divider between the two spaces. The kitchen consists of a mini fridge, an oven, not much counter space and a tiny island that can only seat three people at a time. If we're all eating together, which is rare, two of us would have to eat on the old couch my older brothers found abandoned in an ally a few blocks down.

My stomach sinks when I open the fridge and realize how low we're running on groceries. Things like juice are a luxury, so I grab three water bottles and place them on the island. There are only two eggs left in the carton, only four slices left in the bread box, three apples that are starting to go soft.

I heat the stove top and spare a little bit of butter to grease the bottom of the pan to keep the food from burning. I crack the eggs first, frying them to perfection before transferring them onto a plate to cool. Grabbing remaining slices of bread, I give them all a quick toast.

Simon and Troy appear just as I set two plates on the island, each one containing a fried egg sandwich and an apple. They thank me in unison as they slide into the stools, digging in as I place two bottles of water within their reach. I'd like to offer them juice, but that's a luxury.

"Are you working today?" Simon asks as I reach into the overhead cupboard for a bowl and a box of granola.

"Yup." I reply, popping the 'P' as I pour less than half what the bowl will hold. "It's shipment day, so I'll be staying late to pick up some extra hours."

I internally cringe as I empty the last of the milk into the bowl. Tossing the empty carton into the garbage, I fish a spoon from the drawer and take up the empty seat next to Troy. He's managed to get himself ready quickly, but it seems almost too quick. Should I ask him if he brushed his teeth?

"What the hell is that?" Troy asks, gesturing to my cereal with his chin.

"It's breakfast." I scoop the first bite into my mouth.

"That's it?" Simon asks, peering around is twin to look at me.

I nod while I chew. "It's okay, I'm not that hungry. Drew and Mateo are probably gonna want to eat something when they finally drag their asses through the door."

"You piss me off, you know that?" Troy says, but there isn't a hint of malice in his voice as he rips his sandwich in two and hands the unbitten half to me.

Without a word, Simon gets up to grab a knife and slice his apple. He places half of it on the table before me and gives me a look that screams 'don't argue'.

I sigh, but smile at gratefully at the two. No one says another word after that, too busy eating to hold a conversation.

I finish before they do, hurrying to dump my dirty dishes in the sink. I reach into my back pocket and pull out two ten dollar bills, handing one to each brother. "Here, lunch money."

Troy pushes my hand away. "I'll just beat someone up for it."

"Troy." I scold, narrowing my eyes into the harshest glare I can muster. "We don't take from people if we can provide for ourselves."

Troy looks from me, to Simon, to our surroundings, then back to me. "Provide for ourselves. Right."

He gets up, grabs his backpack from the floor, and stalks out the door into the dark, poorly kept public hallway of the building. Desperate, I turn to the other.

Simon sighs and takes the money. "I can't promise we'll use it."

He too, takes his leave, but not before kissing me on the cheek first. Leaning against the island, I watch him go, sighing as the front door closes behind him. It opens again immediately, two taller, older versions of Simon and Troy with cropped hair entering.

"And where the hell have you two been all night?" I ask, noting the scratches and bruises marking their faces.

Mateo rolls his eyes and waves me off as he walks past, heading for the room he shares with his twin. "It's too early for your nagging, Evie."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to steady myself as the door slams. "If he brakes those hinges-"

"I'll fix them." Drew says, dropping into the stool Simon used just minutes earlier. He folds his arms on the island and drops his head on them. "Things didn't go well."

"I can see that. Wanna tell me what you two were up to?"

I may be the middle child, the only daughter and non-twin my parents had, but I certainly don't feel like the middle child. Simon and Troy were only six when Mom disappeared and Dad began to spiral, so I, at twelve years old, started looking after my younger brothers as a parent should have. Drew and Mateo were sixteen then, and though Dad was starting to fade, they at least managed to finish high school before Dad walked out and took his income with him.

I always hoped, still do, that they'll change their course in life. That one day, they'll stop sneaking around at night doing God knows what for income and find something stable. My job just barely keeps us afloat, and if they were to find something secure, we would be so much better off.

I have no idea what they're doing, or why they're choosing it, because they refuse to talk to me about it. All I know is that there's a sixty-forty chance of them returning with some kind of profit, leaning forty. The sixty is the possibility of us losing money over whatever it is they're doing.

At first I thought they were gambling, but they swear up and down it's not. I know them well enough to know when they're lying, and they aren't about this. I also considered some kind of fight club they had to pay their way into, but again, they said no.

"No, not really." Drew stands up and tucks the stool in. "I'm going to bed."

"Can you at least make a grocery run today?" I stop him before he can get too far. "We're seriously running low."

He sighs and runs a hand over his practically bald head. "Yeah, okay. We can do that."

"Thank you." I glance at the clock mounted on the wall. "I'm going to work. I'll be home late this time."

Drew hums tiredly and leans over to kiss the top of my head. "We appreciate you, Evie, even Mateo. I'll kick him in the balls for you."

I slap his chest. "Don't do that. I want as many nieces and nephews in my future as possible."

There are several key things one must know in order to survive living in the N109 Zone. The first is to try and avoid going anywhere alone, even if you know the area like the back of your hand. If you absolutely have to, you haul ass there and back, avoid lingering in places where you could be noticed.

I've mastered the art of getting to and from the bookstore I work at alone, the number of close calls I've had I can count on one hand. They've all been mild, and only twice I've been robbed and, thankfully, left alone after. Most of the time my brothers would pair up and meet me at the end of the day so I wouldn't be walking alone so late, but that isn't an option this time. Drew and Mateo are out 'working' and I don't dare ask Simon and Troy to leave the apartment this late into the night.

The N109 Zone is always dark and dangerous, but at night, it's even more so. Simon and Troy would still brave it to meet me, and to avoid that, I lied. Texted them to say Luke and Kieran were walking me home.

Luckily, they don't know that I haven't heard from the eccentric twins in several days.

Every click of my ankle boots against the cobblestone sidewalk makes me cringe. It's so loud in the silence that blankets the street, anyone hiding in the nearby shadows would hear me coming and be given an opportunity to prepare an ambush.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live in a place like Linkon City, where people could walk in the dark with headphones blasting at full volume because they feel safe enough to do so.

The ringing of my cellphone makes me jump, and I quickly slam my back against the nearest wall to cover my blind spot. Another survival rule: always be alert of your surroundings, and if you find something to be distracted by, make sure your back is guarded.

I really hope nothing will come blasting through the wall at me.

"Speak of the devils." I mutter to myself, bringing the phone to my ear. "Hi, you two."

"Hey, Little V!" Luke exclaims, despite the fact I'm six years older than him. He and his twin are the same age as Simon and Troy, and over the past few months, have come to feel like two more little brothers. "So, listen, Kieran and I need you to meet us somewhere. I'll drop a pin."

"Right now?" I pull the phone back briefly to check the time. It's almost ten. "It's a little late for that, don't you think?"

"It's important." It's Kieran's voice that comes through this time. "You're the only one who can do this."

I sigh softly, thinking of the steamy book still waiting on the shelf at home. "Okay, I'll be there soon."

I hang up and check the location they sent. It's a park not too far from here, the map claiming it's only a ten minute walk from where I'm standing. I can probably make it in seven if I walk quickly.

The lamp posts do a good job of keeping the park lit. There isn't a soul in sight as I make my way to the swing set, no sign of the prank loving twins that summoned me here for one thing or another.

I take a seat on one of the swings and hold my crossbody purse close. I fish out my phone, about to text them that I've arrived, when a red mist suddenly explodes from the darkness. My chest constricts so tightly it's painful, heart leaping into my throat as a cry of alarm rips through my vocal cords.

A fair skinned hand wraps around my wrist and yanks me from the swing. I stumble on my feet, crashing into a broad chest so hard it feels like I hit concrete. My phone falls, tumbling across the wood chips that cover the playground.

Head snapping up, the first thing I see is a pair of bright red eyes staring down at me. Then I see a nose, full lips, a sharp jaw, silver hair that looks like silk. It's a man.

A very handsome one at that.

The attractiveness of the stranger makes me pause, but it only lasts a moment. Very quickly does my brain kick me back into high gear, reminding me of the danger I'm potentially in.

"Let me go!" I shout, trying to break free.

His grip on my wrist tightens, his other hand coming up to wrap around my jaw. He forces my gaze on him, his expression cold and unreadable. "Look at me."

Everything in my peripherals goes hazy as his right eye glows an even brighter crimson. My mind is suddenly ripped in two, a massive chasm opening right down the middle, separating my thoughts from my imagination.

On the side of my imagination, I see an untouched valley sprawling with red and white flowers, golden light of dawn touching the hills while a pearl pink sky extends far beyond the mountains. I've never been there before, it certainly doesn't exist here, where plants can't grow, and yet this scene being conjured strikes me with a sense of homesickness.

On the side of my thoughts, I can hear my own, distorted voice. 'Enough with the chaos. Live in peace. Stay close to those you love'. Over and over again, my own voice repeats this mantra. It echoes in the confines of my heart, almost makes its way to my tongue.

The trance I'm trapped in suddenly shatters, the real world crashing back into my consciousness so abruptly I can't help but gasp.

"Boss!" Luke and Kieran's voices suddenly reach my ears. In the corner of my vision, I can make out their masked figures, but I can't tear my eyes from the man in front of me.

He stares at me for a long minute, the look on his face stone, even colder than before. It's as if in this short time, he's decided he hates me. Even when he finally lets go and steps back, resentment lingers in his eyes. "She's useless to me."

My knees begin to shake, and it quickly turns into full body trembles as I take a step back. Two. On the third, I twist and run, ignoring the twins' shouts for me. Even though my life doesn't seem to be in danger, I run for it, almost stumbling over myself several times. I run from the feel of his massive hands on my skin, run from a voice so deep it's already sunken into my bones.

I don't stop until I'm well over a block from the park. Grabbing one of the street lights, I hold onto it as I fight to regain my breath. At some point during my run, I started holding it and listening for any clues that I was being following.

When my breathing starts to even out, I stand up straight and look around. I don't see the twins or that man anywhere, but it doesn't mean they aren't looking in the shadows. I have half a mind to call Luke and Kieran and demand answers-

Shit, I dropped my phone, and I am not going back to pick it up.

A missing phone quickly becomes the least of my worries when a gunshot disturbs the quiet.

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Chapter Two ->

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@xxfaithlynxx

#love and deepspace #l&ds #lads #lnds #l&ds sylus #lads sylus #lnds sylus #x oc

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inell · 12 days ago

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I'm on a high after that episode!!

The Buddie scenes, the flirty wink (was there any need for that? Really?) *swoons*

Eddie standing up to his parents and getting Chris out of there! All confident and sassy! Buck won't know what's hit him!

Now, I really hope Eddie can fix up that house and haul their asses back to LA stat!!

Hey Nonnie. I had an entire reply written to this that Tumblr decided to eat. This one won’t be nearly as good, sadly.

It was a great episode! As it’s going, I’m enjoying 8b more than any other season since 5B. I like the mix of calls and character interactions along with the themes that seem to be coming back a little.

Eddie’s arc has been so wonderful to see. Him finding his confidence again in being a dad was chefs kiss. 💋 The flirty little wink was something, too! Almost like chatting over FaceTime versus in person lowers some inhibitions that he might not even realize he has when it comes to Buck. Hmm.

I loved the new ballroom dancing and trophy winning lore for Eddie, too! They could have easily gone for baseball or football as the comparison to reenforce a “straight macho Texas teenager” thing but they chose dancing. Such an interesting decision. Hmmm part two.

So happy that Chris is back with Eddie. I actually liked the way they handled Eddie’s confrontation with his parents because he isn’t a loud argumentative guy really. He got to turn Helena’s tactics back on her in a way that was delightful, and he was confident, firm, and knew he’s what Chris needs. He set boundaries back that I can’t wait to see being strengthened now that Chris is beside him where he belongs.

And leaving Ramon in Lubbock for the bus seat was so petty and hot of Eddie! 😂 I live in North Texas, and I’ve done the drive west through El Paso dozens of times. The stretch between Lubbock and El Paso is so long and boring (unless you stop off in Pecos to see Clay Allison’s grave or get a cantaloupe), and that’s when you’re in a car with comfortable seats and music. Definitely a little lesson that Ramon will feel in his butt and back for days. Lol

I’m looking forward to seeing how things happen to get our Diaz boys back to LA. I really would like for the choice to be theirs, not due to some huge emergency or death but because they know they belong there with their Buck and their family.

#911 spoilers #buddie #eddie diaz

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torksmiths · 1 year ago

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i eat a couple milky ways for breakfast take my coffee light and sweet show up for dinner when you tell me to i heap the sugar high and white on everything i eat carry an apple in my pocket i write reminders on my skin clip meaningless pictures from old magazines i tape them to the walls its a bad place im in and nothing you could say or do will stop me and a thousand dead friends cant stop me i go back to places i remember see whats been going on without me stare down the strangers at the bus stop pretend theyve been gossiping about me white sugar by the spoonful cantaloupes and grapefruits and watermelons i force it down like it was medicine anybody asks you tell em what you wanna tell em but the best youve got is powerless against me and all your little schemes break when they come crashing up against me

#who up along the seething coast!#tmg

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ender-of-the-sender · 6 months ago

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Rank the melons from least to most favorite. Including cantaloupe, honeydew and watermelon + any others you know.

Do you have any sticker so your water bottle/laptop/other item?

Tell me the story of how you got a prized possession.

What is your favorite item from your kitchen?

Do you collect anything?

Favorite spoon?

Do you wear jewelry? What are some of your favorites/any with stories behind them?

What are some of your favorite Pokémon?

Favorite book?

I love you sm omg- /plat

Oh boy i dont know many melons but watermelons are fucking peak and you can pry them from my cold dead hands bro. Honey dew is also great- im that freak that eats all the melons in fruit bowls (not that i can have fruit bowls considering im allergic to citrus and pineapple but ykwim)

I have some stickers on my Ipad for school, a sandworm sticker i got from a tattoo convention i went to and a moth sticker my boyfriend gave me. If you had asked me this like a week ago i had a whole bunch more but i got a new case so i forgot already-

Currently my prized possession is my donkey drawing a family friend drew me for my 2nd birthday thats signed. He was an amazing artist and having an original of one of his sketches is such an honour.

My toaster tongs. Fucking life saver.

I collect so much stuff bro- snowglobes, rubber ducks, nerd memorabilia, shark plushies, i used to collect pop figures till i realised how bad they are for the environment.

Hehehehe my favourite spoooonnnn issssssss okay so theres this place called Newbridge silver and they make cutlery but they also have like a museum of cool movie costumes upstairs and everytime me and my mum vist i get a spoon. So my favourite spoon is what i call my sorbet spoon but i use it mainly to eat dessert. Its got a cool design on the handle and is little spoon approved.

I wear kandi bracelets that i make but thats about it. My ears are pierced but i only wear my basic ass studs to stop them from closing. I have a post about my favourite kandi but i actually need to update it when i get home.

Crustle is my favourite pokemon :3

Good omens, the Martian and hitchhikers guide

#tysm dude #the arcade cat #ender flies

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justcallmefox89 · 1 year ago

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Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia - Chapter Twenty - One

An AU of The Royal Romance with a male MC and a bisexual prince.

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Callum makes a request.

“Callum?”

“Hm?” I don’t look up from the herbs I’m chopping, afraid that once I quit moving I’ll start spiraling after that argument with Pops and my grandda. So for now I focus on a task I know I can handle; feeding my men.

Drake takes a tentative step into my kitchen, Liam right at his heels. “You doing ok?”

“Yeah,” I answer absently, setting aside my knife and turning to remove a few strips of bacon from a frying pan and setting them on a folded paper towel.

“Hey… talk to me.” Drake steps closer, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. Liam stands to the side awkwardly, a yearning look on his face, but he ultimately remains at distance.

I sag against Drake, soaking in his warmth and the comforting scent of his cologne. “I’ll be fine, love. It’s just been a long fucking night,” I mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

He snorts out a small laugh and tightens his hold on me. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry,” I reply, lightly slapping his ass. “You’ll be punished later.”

Drake shivers, but the subtle press of his groin into my thigh lets me know he isn’t totally opposed to the idea. Liam clears his throat softly, interrupting us before my teasing can begin in earnest.

I sigh and gently push Drake towards a seat at my kitchen island. “Sit down you two and I’ll get you something to eat.”

“We’re not - ” Drake begins, only to be interrupted by an unholy growl from Liam’s stomach.

“That’s what I thought.” I smirk at the pair. “Now sit.”

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Liam sits silently on a stool next to an equally quiet Drake, watching Callum butter two small ramekins before deftly cracking three eggs in each, then topping the eggs with a splash of cream and a generous sprinkle of a creamy, herbed cheese. He places lids on the ramekins and gently sets them in a large casserole dish half full of warm water, then places the entire thing in the oven.

“So…” Callum draws out the word as he places several thick pieces of buttered bread into a toaster oven. “I’m willing to go back to Cordonia with you.”

Drake straightens up, a tentative smile on his face. “You are?”

Callum reaches into his refrigerator, removing a large contained of cut fruit and a pitcher of orange juice. “For a few weeks anyway.”

Liam frowns, accepting the glass of juice Callum hands him with a small nod of thanks. “Have you changed your stance on my… previous offer?”

“No,” Callum says simply, passing a second glass of juice over to Drake. He moves fluidly through the kitchen, dishing out portions of cut cantaloupe onto two small plates, crumbling the cooked bacon into a bowl, setting various pots of jams and marmalades in front of the waiting men. “I was serious when I said it was either Madeline or me.”

Liam tamps down the anger that threatens to flare up. “Then why bother returning to Cordonia?”

“For Drake, you massively egotistical asshole,” Callum snaps. “Mine isn’t the only heart you’re breaking by marrying Madeline.”

The king winces, glancing over at his best friend and former lover guiltily. “I didn’t mean to imply - ”

“I know,” Drake interrupts quietly, toying with his glass of juice. “It’s fine.”

“No it isn’t!” Callum growls, glaring at Liam. “Why do you let him treat you like - ”

“Callum, stop…” Drake pleads, fatigue written in every line on his face. “Just let it go.”

Callum opens his mouth again, clearly ready to argue the point, but eventually relents. He rolls his eyes and gives Liam one last glare for good measure. “This conversation isn’t over, Your Majesty.”

“Looking forward to it, Mr. MacKenzie.”

“You shouldn’t be.”

Callum turns his back on them, opening the oven with more force than is strictly necessary. Soon he’s setting steaming ramekins before Liam and Drake. Callum tops the shirred eggs with finely chopped herbs and a sprinkle of crushed bacon. He pushes the plates of toast and cantaloupe closer to the pair.

“Go ahead and eat,” he urges.

Despite his annoyance Liam eagerly tucks into the impromptu breakfast, his eyes rolling back in his head as the flavors of the creamy, cheesy eggs combine with the freshness of the herbs and the saltiness of the bacon and explode across his tongue. Drake lets out a pleased moan next to him, verbalizing Liam’s thoughts.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?” Drake mumbles through a mouthful of melon.

Callum hums in acknowledgement, pulling a container of cottage cheese from the refrigerator. As Liam eats he watches as Callum carefully measure one cup of cottage cheese and top with an equally precise half a cup of cantaloupe and begins to eat. The Callum he remembers would have already been on his second dish of eggs.

Liam narrows his eyes, carefully studying Callum as the other man leans against the countertop and slowly eats his meager breakfast. Caught up in all the other drama of the night, Liam hadn’t really taken in Callum’s appearance and what he sees now shocks him. Callum’s once robust frame is now far leaner than Liam remembers, replaced by smooth, lithe lines of muscle that have clearly been hewn by many hours in the gym. He wrinkles his nose, Callum’s new diet making slightly more sense. The shorter haircut just emphasizes the sharp lines of his cheekbones and jaw, making his face look nearly gaunt in the soft light of the kitchen. Previously unseen dark circles rim Callum’s eyes, the green of his eyes even more vibrant against their bruising.

Callum sighs and sets his spoon in his now empty bowl. “I meant it when I said I’ll go back to Cordonia for a few weeks. But if I do this I want Drake to do something for me.”

Liam glances at Drake to see if he knows what’s going on. His best friend looks equally confused. His eyes flick back to Callum, curious as to what his request will be.

“Drake, I want you to consider moving to New York after Liam’s wedding. To moving in with me. To being with me. Only me,” Callum says calmly, speaking to Drake but staring directly at Liam.

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hopetorun · 8 months ago

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Fruit!!

i love fruit!!!!! this is absoutely the opposite of a hot take because i think many people love fruit. some of my favorite fruits include strawberries, peaches, apples, bananas, blueberries, watermelon, cantaloupe, clementines/mandarin oranges, black raspberries, grapes, and limes. there are many other fruits i like and many many other fruits i have not tried that i would probably like!

also love avocados and tomatoes and cucumbers but not really as fruits ykwim. tomatoes are probably my all-time favorite food that is a plant tho.

i have many fond memories of buying and eating fruit with people i love, and one hilarious but kind of grisly fruit story that i will place under a read more. but first some nice ones: my mom and i bought some delicious strawberries and raspberries today. when i was a kid we would sometimes stop at a fruit stand about an hour from our house if we were near it on a longer drive and buy a gallon of strawberries and eat them in the car. every summer i go to the mountains with some friends and we go to this farm store and buy beautiful beautiful tomatoes and the best peaches i've ever had and this year we got a cantaloupe and it was so good. a few weeks ago i made a tomato pie and mom was eating some of the leftovers and she didn't realize how well i peppered it and added more pepper to her slice and then kept sneezing violently while she ate it. she still said it was good tho.

and the kinda gory one that makes me laugh. in grad school i took a class about abortion and us policy and one week the professor had a doctor who does abortions come in to talk to us and she used a papaya to demonstrate a vacuum aspiration abortion because apparently you can kinda suck the insides of a papaya out in a similar way only her papaya wasn't ripe enough so nothing would come out. it was very funny but it did kinda put me off papaya.

#ask meme

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cutelittleriot · 1 year ago

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Prologue

Somewhere in the rock troll kingdom

There was a tree that was bearing black fruit that rock trolls usually enjoyed snacking on every once in a while but all of a sudden a fruit begins to seemingly twitch i seemingly sems to morph as itt changes color from black to bright pink and covered in glitter. It's stem went from grey to green and little petals seem to pop up around the fruit and the ends of them are in different colors. It also grew in size a bit. Before it was about the size of a apple now it's the size of a cantaloupe it's amazing its still connected to the tree.

Riff was heading out to go to a concert that was being hosted by queen Barb herself at volcano rock city. He was riding on his motorcycle when he spots something highly unusua hanging on a tree. He had time to take a quick stop and look as he left a little early.

He stops his bike and walks over to the tree. It was a fruit tree but the weird thing is that the fruits are usually black grey or even red but this fruit it was bright pink with small sections of other colors and was it coveted in glitter?!

Why would that be here? It looks like something a pop troll would eat. Maybe Barb can send it to the pop trolls as a gift. Shrugging his shoulders be plucks the fruit from the tree and puts it in a compartment on his bike and heads off.

In an hour he arrives at volcano rock city a bit earlier than expected it wasn't even time for rehearsal yet. He grabs his equipment and the fruit and heads backstage. Barb who was tuning her guitar hears him come in "Yo Riff ya got here earlier than you usually do" She acknowledges before she sees the fruit tucked under his arm. "What.is.that" She stares at the fruit in utter disbelief.

"Don't know found it hanging on a tree on my way here" Riff explains getting a closer look at the fruit. Barb takes it from him and keeps staring at it. Why is something so bright,colorful and glittery in rock troll territory?

As she continues to examine said fruit her dad King Thrasher arrives to check on his daughter. He takes one look at the fruit and his eyes widen "Oh my I never thought I would ever see one of those" He says with a chuckle. Barb looks at her dad in surprise "Wait dad you know what this is?" She says shocked. "Yep sure do hehe let's just say it's a exotic fruit and let's just say something interesting will happen to the troll that eats it" He says with a smile before rolling off on his mobility scooter.

"Something interesting huh?" Barb ponders to herself. She thinks about eating but she does not want to eat something so bright color and ugh glittery it can't taste good no way. But still it is a exotic fruit and it shouldn't go to waste so she has a idea and a solution to get rid of said fruit. She whistles for Debbie and she looks around for a box to put the fruit in. "Uh what are you doing Barb?" Riff asks tilting his head.

"Well I'm sure not gonna eat this glitter bomb of a fruit but I know a certain group of trolls who would~" She sings with a grin as she puts the fruit in a box and manages to staple it shut as Debbie flies in. "Hi my cute wittle Debbie I need ya to deliver this package to Poppy"She says in a cutesy voice to Debbie as she writes down a little note and staples it to the side of the box.

Debbie happily takes the box and flies off to pop village. "Heh wonder how this is gonna go down. Welp back to practice this concert is gonna be KILLER!" She yells as she grabs her guitar ready to rock out.

Here is the fruit in question (yes its glittery just xoom in)

#trolls #branch #poppy #barb #riff #trolls 2 #trolls world tour #return to origin

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hello-there-world · 8 months ago

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you are now gonna get some Rewrite!Cassidy autism thoughts.

of all his siblings (plus his dad), he has the worst sensory/texture issues. with everything.

it's why he only really wears pajama pants. besides jeans, those are the only pants he can stand to wear without having The Worst Time.

he has very VERY high empathy, especially for plushies. William can't tell you how many times he's taken Cassidy shopping with him and then Cassidy finds a plushie all on it's own and then he comes home with yet Another plushie. not that William minds, it's just. a thing that happens a lot (< kinda sorta me projecting)

doesn't like the texture of cooked vegetables. just doesn't (same). potatoes are an entirely different thing.

one of the reasons he doesn't really like going to Freddy's or Fredbear's, even before Liz's death, is that it's Loud. bad sensory time.

surprisingly likes horror movies. as long as Mike or Liz are with him, he can handle it.

originally wasn't even scared of the animatronics; thought they were cool, they just creeped him out a bit.

the animatronics are soft though. he likes the texture.

very blunt

understands that social norms and rules or whatever exist, but just kinda thinks they're stupid (see: him wearing pajama pants everywhere and not getting why guys wearing nail polish are seen as weird).

he both hates eye contact but can't stop staring at people for too long.

along with the autism: anxiety (like. Horrifically Bad Anxiety. which is both a reason why William thinks homeschooling Cassidy is a good idea AND is PARTIALLY WILLIAM'S FUCKING FAULT), nyctophobia + really bad nightmares/terrors + sleep paralysis, and mild insomnia caused by that shit. also technically some anger issues.

i have more, but those are the ones coming to mind + i'm about to go eat. have these for now. Cassidy Afton My Beloved <3

Cassidy Afton my beloved! He's like me, but small and more anxious. And more generally muderous.

What's his favorite (uncooked) vegetable? Do you think he'd like cantaloupe?

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Mermie I want to give you a lil kith and then tuck you in a warm bed so you can just ... rest~ I want to soak up all your worries and sadness into a sponge and then set it on fire <3 So you are always happ and content <3 and then! When you wake up I wanna make you the most delicious warm meal and enjoy it with you while chatting about everything and nothing...

You are just so sweet and kind and wonderful and funny. You make my dash a brighter and more comforting place. I wanna give a lil of that good vibes back to you <333

but what if i wanna make you breakfast? 🥺 we could have rockmelon (cantaloupe for my non-aussies 🧡) slices dressed with lime and soft runny eggs in matching egg cups and buttery toast soldiers. and then while we eat them we can talk about interesting articles or dumb tumblr drama (i’m still flabbergasted about the dr*monies getting their corner torn up!!! also i kinda think that if they, the r*ylos and us here in the x reader niche were a venn diagram, we’d be overlapping bc we’re all kinda….. these weirdly notable heterosexual-centric examples of shipping? kinda? maybe less us, because we have space for queer or gender-queer readers but like, also, search the tags even briefly—or tiktok comments—and you’ll see the struggle of finding a male x reader insert, for example. idk i just think we fit into a lot of similar boxes the dr*monies and the r*ylos do and the only thing that stops us from falling into the same mess is the second-person POV LMFAOOOO).

anyways, anon, what im saying is that nou; you’re sweet and kind and wonderful. you make my dash brighter. 🥺 so i think we should just share those good vibes together. 😌

#ofmermaidstories-asks #im sooo sleepy rn #anyways i hope you have a good day anon 🌷

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miss-americana-reputation · 2 years ago

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i’m a fucking slut for @oneforthemunny (and cowboy!eddie) so here’s another summer writing challenge

🃏prompt: cowboy!eddie x reader

fluff, cussing, she sits on his lap

“ed’s.” i smile as i finish packing the cooler. “yeah?” he asks. “ready?” i ask. “mhm.” he nods. “here. i got it.” he picks it up. “what did you put in this, fucking heavy.” he asks with a smile.

we head outside and he hands me the blanket. i carry it as he leads me to where he wants to take me. “wanna tell me what’s on the menu?” he asks. “no.” i smile. “okay.” he responds.

i softly reach for his hand, he takes my hand in his rough one.

we eventually get there, to a small creek at the edge of his property. was it a walk, yes. was it worth it, absolutely.

“this is a good spot.” he stops. i look around the field with patches of wildflowers in different areas. i set the blanket down and he sets the basket down.

he sits down and pulls me into his laugh. “eddie.” i smile. “hm? wanna show me what you packed?” he asks. i unzip the cooler and pull out the items. homemade lemonades in mason jars, small sandwiches, cut up cantaloupe and black berries, carrots, and cookies.

“you went all out, huh?” he snakes his arm around my waist. “mhm.” i nod. “only the best for the best.” i smile. i move off his lap to eat.

i smile as he’s looking around at the field. “what’s so interesting?” i smile. “nothing ‘ust pretty. not as pretty as you.” he smiles. “ed’s.” i blush. “not wrong.” he shrugs.

i start to eat one of the sandwiches and he drinks some lemonade. a few minutes later he doesn’t eat and i notice. “here.” i pull out the sandwich i packed for him, his favorite, a classic ham and cheese with a slice of lettuce between it.

he says it’s his favorite because of it was his mom’s favorite.

“i was getting there.” he smiles. “sure.” i smile back as he starts to eat. i open the container with fruit and the other one with carrots. “gonna make me fat, doll. bout to break frodo’s back.” he smiles. “i just wanted to be prepared.” i shrug.

he smiles and starts to eat some fruit. i smile as i finish up my sandwich and move onto eating the fruit also.

eventually most of the fruit and some carrots are ate, all of the sandwiches are gone, and most of the lemonade is drank. he ate some cookies while i only had one.

so here i am, braiding a flower crown while he’s in the creek. i smile at him, jeans rolled up to just below his knees, as he’s trying to find frogs or crawdads.

i finish up the crown i made for him and just watch him try to catch little critters in the water. a few moments later he comes back with his hands behind his back.

“ed’s.” i smile. “close your eyes.” he’s basically bouncing like a child. “fine.” i sigh and shut them. “hands in front.” he says. i do and i feel him place something wet and slimy in my hands.

i open my eyes to see a frog in my hands. “oh my god.” i jump in surprise. the frog jumps away and eddie goes and picks it up.

he walks back over and sets it back in the water. he quickly rushes back to me. “hi.” he grins. “hi.” i smile back. “no more frogs?” i ask. “nope.” he grins. “promise?” i ask. “mhm.” he nods. “okay.” i smile as he sits down beside me.

“i love you.” he smiles. “i love you.” i softly kiss him back. he smiles against me and i tangle my hands in his hair.

“oh!” i smile. “hm?” he asks. i reach over and put the flower crown on top of him. “what’s this?” he smiles. “i made it.” i grin. “thank you.” he leans down and pecks my lips.

i smile when he pulls away. “i wish i could bottle moments like this.” i confess. “me too, pretty baby, me too.” he coos.

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#munnysummergame #fluff #eddie munson #x reader #cowboy #he’s adorable #he’s a sap #they’re so cute #i love this #i love them #picnic #they too cute #your honour im in love #your honour i love him so much

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braveclementine · 8 months ago

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Halloween

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

"I don't care if I can't walk anymore, I want to celebrate Halloween." Elizabeth whined like a toddler as she sat curled up on the couch with Clint.

Penny shook her head in amusement while Katya explained that Elizabeth could not dress up and go out.

"You're such a kid." Katya rolled her eyes. "You're an adult! Grow up!"

Elizabeth stuck her tongue out. "You're never too old for Halloween!"

"Dude, I stopped trick or treating when I was seven." Trang rolled her eyes, a soft glow in her cheeks. Recently, everyone seemed really happy for some reason. Penny was starting to wonder what was in the water to make everyone so thrilled.

"So that's why you were so miserable growing up." Elizabeth teased.

"I just don't like to much sweet stuff." Trang explained, "Like you Americans put sugar in everything!"

"You put fruit on your cake and in your cake batter!" Elizabeth retorted. "That's disgusting! The last thing I want to taste while eating my delicious vanilla cake with delicious vanilla icing, is a piece of slimy cantaloupe!"

"It's strawberries!" Trang argued.

Elizabeth immediately pulled up a picture of the cake, "Look at this! Strawberries, cantaloupe, pineapple, blueberries, bleh I'm going to throw up just looking at this disgusting stuff. Now-" She pulled up vanilla cake with vanilla icing on her phone, "Look at this sweet piece of goodness! Oh I can taste the sweet vanilla icing right now. And there's no FRUIT in my cake!"

"Fruit is healthy for you." Trang retorted. "Besides, it's an Asian thing!"

"If I wanted to eat something healthy, I'd eat a fruit salad." Elizabeth argued. "But if I want a plate of diabetes, I want a plate of diabetes, not a health bar! Get the nasty fruit out of my sweets!"

Trang shook her head in disappointment and Ghaida laughed, "Trang, you're literally talking to the girl who bought candy every single day from the candy shop and carried it all around in a single purse for like three years of her High School career. She literally rode on a sugar high every day."

"True." Trang relented. "But why do Americans have to put sugar in everything?"

"Why do Asian people put fruit on everything?" Elizabeth growled back.

"We don't put fruit on dog." Trang replied in such a deadpanned voice, it took Penny a minute to realize what she'd said.

Elizabeth choked on her milk as she started to laugh and Ghaida, Clint, and Katya both dissolved into tears of laughter as well.

Penny meanwhile, stared at her aghast. Once Trang looked at Penny, she took cracked and started to laugh.

Once everyone had calmed down, Trang said, "Don't worry, I would never eat dog." A pause and then she added, "I don't like the taste."

Elizabeth cracked up again and Clint grabbed her glass of milk so she didn't slop it all over herself. Katya and Violetta snickered as well and Ghaida was in tears from how hard she was laughing. All Penny could do was stare in disbelief.

Suddenly, Bucky and Sam came into the room and Elizabeth popped her head up over the couch, "Bucky!"

"What the hell!" Sam retorted with a whine. "Someone greet me with that same enthusiasm!"

"Sammy!" Penny yelled with a laugh, leaping to her feet, running over and jumping into his arms.

"Hello sugar." Sam grinned, kissing Penny on the lips and letting her back down.

"Bucky I want to go trick or treating." Elizabeth complained. Penny turned around to watch Bucky berate Elizabeth.

Except, Elizabeth had stuck her lips in a pouty face. And somehow, her eyes were so wide and round, she looked like a wounded puppy.

Seriously, how did she do it?"

Violetta nudged her, showing her a picture on her phone. It was a pic of Puss in boots, holding his hat and making the exact same boo boo face that Elizabeth had right now. "We literally call it the puss in boots look." Vi hissed. "No one can withstand it, not even Loki."

"Aww, c'mon doll." Bucky whined, looking like he was close to tears, "You know I can't say no to that face, don't do this to me."

"Please?" Elizabeth whined.

"She needs to teach me how to do that." Sam and Penny muttered at the same time.

"Fine." Bucky crumpled to his knees, kissing her stomach. "Fine, you win. Fine. We'll go trick and treating."

"Weak." Katya snickered from her chair, scrolling on the phone.

"Ah, let me take that back." Violetta said, "None of the men can withstand the look."

Penny laughed at that.

"Not fair." Bucky pouted as Steve and Stephen came in at the same time.

"What's not fair?" They asked together. Steve came to join the group and Stephen went to grab a cup of coffee.

"Bucky is taking me trick or treating!" Elizabeth said, throwing her hands up in excitement.

"She's a literal child." Violetta muttered. She glanced over at Penny and grinned, "Kat and I are not much better to be completely honest."

Penny giggled, knowing that was the truth.

"Um, no he is not." Steve retorted, crossing his arms over his chest and giving Bucky a hard look. "Buck, you know better. She's going to give birth in literally a month, not to mention. . . other things. You're not leaving the tower sweetheart."

Elizabeth turned her face up towards Steve and Penny knew she was making the same face. Penny watched Steve's face falter and he put a hand over his face. "Fine."

Clint and Sam burst out laughing. Stephen shook his head as he came back with his cup of coffee, "You are all going to spoil her if you keep giving in to her every demand." Stephen declared.

"You try withstanding that face." Steve muttered, coming around the couch, pulling Penny into a hug. "Please don't ever make that face at me."

"No promises." Penny joked and laughed as Steve groaned into her shoulder.

"You're not going trick or treating." Stephen said sternly and Penny watched to see Elizabeth work her magic three times the charm.

To her surprise, Elizabeth just smirked at Stephen. "But my daddies have already said yes and I only have two so-"

Every male in the room groaned and Violetta started to snicker. Penny had to put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from bursting out laughing too. Who needed a TV when you had live comedy right in front of you?

Stephen narrowed her eyes at her and then simply said, "Hmm," And turned and left the room.

"Aw that wasn't fun." Elizabeth whined, snuggling into Clint.

Clint just chuckled, "You might never want to birth those babies Blizzard. Your ass is going to be spanked raw when everyone is done with you."

♍️👳‍♀️ Ťｉм𝔢 ᔕ𝐤Ɨｐ 🪜🩱

All of the girls had come together, and they were all going to dress up as Disney princesses. So Penny was now donning the blue Cinderella dress that she was going to wear.

Okay, so it wasn't so much that they were dressing up as Disney princesses as they were dressing up as sexy Disney princesses- which was Elizabeth's idea by the way.

So the light blue Cinderella dress that Penny was donning was more or what she thought a ballerina might wear. The skirt stuck straight out from her thighs, and if she were any taller, guys wouldn't have that hard of a time looking under her skirt. As it was, she was starting to rethink the entire ordeal in case any children ran up to her.

Not to mention, the cups in the dress really showed off her breasts.

Hopefully, they would be going somewhere where there weren't going to be many children.

She twirled her long hair up into a bun, fixing the circular gold crown into her hair. She put on sparkly silver heels, fixed a little bit of makeup, and then headed up to Natasha's room where all of the girls were supposed to meet before they went down to greet the boys- who were all supposed to be doing their own thing as well.

Penny smirked as she passed Elizabeth's bedroom, wondering what princess she was going to come out with. Her and Katya had been arguing over who was going to be Belle from Beauty and the Beast for so long. Violetta had interjected- once- that Elizabeth was more of a bookworm than Katya would ever be- and another argument had ensued.

Tonight, they would find out who won.

The high consensus, was that Elizabeth should just go as Elsa or Ariel. She had flipped them all off and said that just because she was a water and ice superhero, did not mean she wanted to be either of those princesses.

Nat was already dressed when Penny knocked and entered. She was allowing Trang to draw the tattoos on her body.

"Damn Nat." Penny whistled, "You look hot. So do you Trang."

Nat was dressing as Merida from Brave. Her top was not much more than a cloth bra, with a short skirt. She had a bow drawn across her body, and two arrows through the skirt hoops. She had endlessly curled her red hair to try and get it to match, which Penny thought she'd done an incredible job on.

Trang was dressed as Mulan. She was wearing a short tutu in a maroon colour, with a crop top in a light pink and dark purple colour. She'd brushed her hair out and it was straight down her back, glistening black. She'd also added garters, of which she slipped knives into. And on her back was a singular, Samurai sword.

Okay, so they were dressing as Sexy warrior Disney princesses.

There was a knock at the door, and Ghaida, Mai, and Ahni came in.

Ghaida was dressed as Jasmine and she probably had the best costume so far. The gold and turquoise showed off her dark skin tone and accented her amber eyes beautifully. She seemed a little awkward in it though, probably because she wasn't used to showing so much skin.

Ahni was rocking an adorable mix of forest and light green, as she had dressed up as Princess Tiana. She had what looked like a diamond choker around her neck, and a thick gold crown in her hair.

Mai had dressed as Pocahontas. It was a very simple outfit, the sort of animal leather that you would expect. It was split into a crop top and she had matched knee high boots with it. She'd also adorned a simple headband, straightening her black hair down her shoulders as well.

"Wanda texted, she'll be up soon with Hope." Nat said as Trang finished off the tattoos on the inside of her hip.

"Who else are we waiting for?" Mai asked, looking around.

"Katya, Kate, Vi, Sharon, Okoye, and Shuri." Nat said uncertainly. "Hopefully I didn't forget anyone."

"And Elizabeth." Ghaida responded.

"Oh, duh, how'd I forget her?" Nat laughed, "She literally planned this."

"What do you think the boys planned?" Trang asked, checking herself in the mirror and fixing her sleeves.

"Oh God, they probably dressed as themselves." Nat groaned, "They have no imagination."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Ghaida opened it and then squealed, "Oh you look so pretty!"

Elizabeth blushed as she stepped into the room. She was dressed like Rapunzel, and she had her own long brown hair braided down her back. In her hand she had a long blond wig, and then a few flowers.

The first thing that all of them noticed, however, was that there was no big bump across her chest, stretching her outfit out.

"Did you give birth?" Mai freaked out and Elizabeth blushed and laughed.

"No! Um, Loki did a slight spell." Elizabeth smiled. "I'm still pregnant and this doesn't hurt the babies, it's just glamour. He said the spell won't last long, it breaks at midnight, so maybe I should've been the one to dress as Cinderella, Penny." Elizabeth winked at Penny and she laughed.

"Um, but question." Elizabeth said, holding up the wig, "This one is longer and its blond so it kind've matches the movie character more. Should I wear it?"

"Nah." Natasha said, taking the wig and putting it on the dresser, "The blond hair will take away from how gorgeous you look. But let me help you put the flowers in your hair."

The flowers were purple roses and Natasha stuck them in her hair. They could hear voice coming up the hallway and then looked over as Katya, Violetta, Sharon, and Hope came into the room.

Penny felt things churn inside her stomach, glancing Violetta over. She had dressed up as Snow White, even complete with a short black wig. The blue top was like a corset, showing off her figure splendidly, with a short yellow skirt. She wore thigh high white stockings with simple black shoes. She perched a small red bow on top of her head and winked at Penny when she caught her staring.

Hope was dressed as Tinkerbelle, with really pretty wings, a blond curly wig, and golden sandals.

Katya sort've looked like a ballerina version of Belle. She was wearing an amber sort of yellow colour, with a layered tutu and long sleeves. It showed off her large breasts though, pushing them up with the bra inside. She had adorned small pink bows to add to it.

Sharon was wearing a costume that Penny didn't recognize off the bat, until she realized she was dressing as Anna from Frozen. It was pretty cute and she'd added white stockings and black shoes like Violetta. The skirt wasn't as short as some of the others, but she looked just as pretty, although the blond hair instead of a red wig was sort've throwing her off a bit.

Less than a few seconds later, Kate slipped through the door as well.

"Damn, that's an amazing costume." Nat said as they all stared at the newest addition to the group.

"Thanks." Kate said with a smirk.

Like Sharon, Kate hadn't worn a wig, so her darker brown hair sort've threw off the 'Sleeping Beauty' vibes. However, it actually did fit in with the hot pink dress she was wearing. In fact, Penny might've gone as far as to say that Kate had the best costume besides Vi or Ghaida. She wore elbow length, light pink gloves. Her white stockings were knee high, with hot pink bows attached at the top. And unlike the other girls who had done small heels or flats, she was wearing pump heels.

"Nice outfit Kate." Sharon complimented her.

"Thanks." Kate said again, "Are we ready to go downstairs yet?"

"We're just waiting on Okoye, Shuri, and Wanda to join us." Natasha said, "Unless you invited some of your group?"

"Riri and Kamala were both going to join I think as Moana and Esmerelda." Kate said with a bit of a frown, "But then Peter and MJ asked them to hang out so they went with that group as well."

"Great!" Trang said enthusiastically, which made Penny and Elizabeth snicker.

There was another knock at the door and Penny hoped it would be the last one. Trick or treating was going to start in about ten minutes and they wanted to go downstairs before it started.

Penny thought it was a weird concept. All of them were twenty-four and older and yet there just as excited for trick or treating as the kids probably were. Maybe it was just Elizabeth's contagious enthusiasm for the event, or maybe it was just the high hopes that when they got back there would be an orgy.

Whatever the case, she was glad when the door was opened to reveal the last three members of the party.

Shuri was not dressed like any sort of Princess that Penny could remember. There was a collar around her neck and there was a chain coming from her throat like she was a slave. She was wearing a very small top which was gray and gold and then very small bottoms, which were gold with a purple. . . what would Penny call it? A loincloth? She also had manacles around her wrists and ankles, though they were connected.

Elizabeth whined, "SHURI! You're supposed to be dressed as a Disney princess! Not a Star Wars princess!"

"Hey." Shuri said playfully. "You only said Princess theme. So if I want to dress as Princess Lei, I can."

Okoye looked killer. Literally. She was wearing what looked like gladiator wear, except of course, sexy. She had a sword in her hand as well, with a gold hilt that matched the chest plate bra Okoye was wearing.

"Meg?" Katya guessed and Okoye gave a singular nod. Penny could tell that this was not Okoye's idea and that Shuri had most definitely been the one to persuade Okoye to dress like that.

And lastly, there was Wanda. Who, with her head of red hair, looked like the spitting image of Ariel. She was wearing a glittery green skirt with a split down one leg. And the only top she was wearing was a seashell bra. Her outfit was a lot simpler than the others, but she glowed.

"Alright, we're all here! Let's go! I want to be back to the tower and out of this outfit before Loki's spell drops." Elizabeth laughed. She wrapped one arm through Ghaidas and the other through Trangs and those three led the way with Wanda, Ahni, and Mai following close behind.

Penny took up the back with Violetta and Natasha. They all piled into the elevator and then made their way down to the ground floor where the boys were waiting.

Despite Natashas' prediction, they were not dressed as their superhero selves. Instead, they were wearing large yellow heads and clunky bodies.

Penny started to giggle, watching them move awkwardly in their Lego bodies.

"Okay, that's creative." She heard Hope say from somewhere to her right.

They were all talking with each other, so they didn't notice the girls until they were standing almost right in front of them. They immediately stopped talking and then Tony pulled off his yellow head. "Right, so how about we just go right back upstairs and fuck?"

"I want candy and I'm getting candy." Elizabeth said, leading Ghaida and Trang away from Tony, towards the doors.

One of the guys- probably Bucky- in his haste to stop Elizabeth from leaving with a guard, tripped and fell straight on his face.

Okay it was actually Steve.

"Nice one punk." Bucky said, standing over Steve.

"Shut up jerk." Steve groaned.

The group made their way outside. Penny walked with Natasha on one side of her and Thor on the other, who was to big for any Lego outfit and had simply dressed as himself. Bruce had also opted to not stick his body inside a very small box, along with Loki and Pietro.

Elizabeth ran with Katya and Violetta, Ghaida and Trang close behind to every door and somehow pulled in a lot of candy at each one. It was probably a good thing that Pietro was out of costume so that he could keep up with them.

"When was the last time you went trick or treating?" Natasha asked Penny. "I think the last time I went was when I was six. In Ohio."

"You come from Ohio?" Penny was shocked, but also happy that she was learning more about her soulmates every day.

"Technically no. I'm of Russian descent." Natasha admitted. "But I was brought up for just a couple of years in Ohio. Before I went back into the red room and became an assassin."

"Gosh. . . I was probably thirteen?" Penny thought back with difficulty. "I went with some friends from Middle school I think. But we didn't really go trick or treating. It was more just dressing up and hanging out. And we tried to sneak into an actual haunted house that was boarded up but the cops were called and we ran."

"I guess you had some daring friends." Natasha laughed.

Thor stopped to say hello to a young boy who had run up to him. He too was dressed like a mini Thor and he showed Thor his version of the hammer. Loki also stopped to talk to the boy.

"Nah." Penny laughed, "I totally led. Took a lot of convincing and they scrammed when the cops were called. Not that I blame them, of course."

Nat chuckled.

The hours grew longer but the streets just busier. And as this happened, Elizabeth, Katya, and Violetta grew more excited- along with a few of the others- but Bucky, Steve, and some of the guys started to grow more nervous.

Penny could understand their worries. At times, they were completely separated by the throngs of people jostling against each other, heavy bags of candy bumping into each other. Not to mention, it was just slightly harder to find girls because the wigs were disguising the colours of their hair.

Even Penny was starting to get nervous.

"Okay." Steve called out and their entire group stopped around him. He looked pleadingly at Elizabeth, "Can we head back to the tower? It's too crowded and I'm not the only one getting nervous."

Elizabeth simply smiled, slipping her hand into Steve's. "Of course Steve."

Penny smiled. Guess the Puss in boots eyes could be reversed back onto Elizabeth.

Penny went to turn to head back to the tower, but a glint caught her eye. She turned her head a fraction of an inch, and saw the base of a sniper almost hidden by the drapes of a window. It was pointed straight at Elizabeth's back.

Penny didn't even think, ramming harshly into Elizabeth to knock her down as the shot rang out. Penny felt something scrape against her skin as people started to scream around her and kids started to cry.

"STRANGE!" She heard someone shout as her vision went dizzy. She covered Elizabeth on the ground, whose eyes were wide with fear, her arms not covering head, but her stomach.

Elizabeth reached up, grabbing Penny's shoulders, and rolled the two of them behind a parked car just as another bullet rang out.

"Penny! Elizabeth!" Penny could hear Violetta shouting their names.

Orange erupted across the sky and Penny looked up to see that both Strange and Wong had shields blocking the entire street from the shots.

"Go! Run!" Rhodey shouted to the people who were still there. They scampered down the way.

"You okay?" Elizabeth gasped, sitting up, touching the back of her head.

Penny checked her arm. The scrape was more of a scratch, like it hadn't been a bullet that had grazed her. Rather. . . she looked around and saw the broken needle that had been trampled underfoot by the fleeing crowd.

Looking around, Trang was stepping backwards into her Iron Woman suit, taking off towards the building.

Penny helped Elizabeth to her feet just as Elijah found them behind the car. Elijah pulled Elizabeth tightly into his arms, kissing her firmly and then murmured something in her ear.

Then he turned, pulling Penny just as tightly into his warm embrace and pecked her lips. "Thank you for saving her. But at the same time, you're an idiot. You could've died." Elijah said with a slightly panicked smile on his face.

Penny just smiled back. Trang landed back in front of everyone and shook her robotic head, stepping out of the suit. It turned back into a watch on her wrist.

"I don't know how I wasn't able to track them." Trang said, agitated. "It's like they were just gone! Like they had never been there in the first place!"

"Well, they weren't trying to kill her." Penny offered her insight, holding a hand over her arm. Vainly, she was kind've glad she wasn't wearing long sleeves that the needle would have ripped. "It was a dart. It probably had sleeping solution in it."

"Makes sense." Pietro said.

"We are not discussing this on the open street." Steve barked. "We're gone, now. Back to the tower."

Strange opened a portal while Wong kept the shields up. They all quickly filed through, finding themselves in the community room.

"Alright, is anyone hurt?" Bruce asked calmly.

"I think just Penny." Elizabeth said, "Although if we have rosemary or feverfew or butterbur or ginger I'll take some of that."

"Headache?" Elijah asked, heading over to the kitchen and grabbing an ice pack, handing it to Elizabeth.

"Won't work. I'm already made of ice." Elizabeth grunted.

Bruce meanwhile, tended to the wound on Penny's arm. "I think some of the solution could have gotten in, but nowhere near the amount that would have." He said, wrapping it. "Do you feel dizzy or nauseous or fatigued?"

"A little dizzy." Penny admitted. All of the boys were out of their Lego outfits now, showing that most of them had just been wearing T-shirts and sweatpants underneath.

"Okay." Rhodey said, "Everyone is absolutely fine?"

"Do you see my dress?" Violetta grumbled, trying to get the dirt smudge out by rubbing it. "I am not fine! I have dirt on my dress!"

"Would it be safe to say that the person could have some sort of ability?" Sharon asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "If Trang couldn't find a signal, could they have teleported?"

"Or they could have a wizard on their side to shield them, right?" Sam asked Stephen.

"Sorcerer." Stephen corrected automatically. "It's possible."

The room was heavy and quiet for a long time.

"What time is it?" Elizabeth finally asked.

"Ten nineteen." Wanda answered.

Penny leaned her head against Bruce's shoulder, letting him put his arm over her shoulder. He was warm as well, she noticed, like Elijah.

"Er-" Tony said, "The plan was to have an orgy when we got back but I don't-"

"Okay I like that plan!" Elizabeth said enthusiastically. Penny found herself smiling. The girl truly was a ray of optimism. And it was contagious, because the atmosphere was warming up. Elijah kissed the side of her head and looked up at the others.

"Right well I call first dibs on Penny." Vi suddenly shouted, leaping to her feet.

And so that was how it began.

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