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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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House Call

Neron “Creeper” Vargas x Reader

Request by my #1 @est1887: Ok here goes for creeper can you make it fluffy lol I love a good love story clearly lol: “Anything, just call me okay” “Call me now it urgent” “Actually I just miss you”

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injuries, hospitals

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: Soo this is my first time writing for Creeper and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out! I may have gotten a little carried away...hence the 4.9k but this was a really fun one to write haha. Hope you guys enjoy! xo

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He winced, letting out an exaggerated groan as you stitched up the cut. You knew it probably hurt, but you also knew him well enough to know that he had been through much worse and wasn’t so dramatic about it. You smiled as you continued his stitches, “Pretending it hurts more than it actually does isn’t going to make me give you stronger painkillers, you know.”

He instantly dropped the act as a smile crossed his face, still looking up at the ceiling for a moment before looking at you, “What if I’m really convincing?”

Your eyes met his for a moment as you arched on eyebrow, “You’re not that good of an actor, Neron.”

He chuckled, and a genuine pang of pain shot through him as he did so he tried to still himself again. You hated how often he seemed to get banged up, but he was at least a good patient. You weren’t positive that he always took the full amount of recovery time, but all of his injuries seemed to heal with minimal issues so you couldn’t complain. His stitches always stayed clean, and he swore that he always did the full run of whatever types of meds you had him on when necessary. For someone who seemed so accident-prone, he took good care of himself.

There was a comfortable familiarity between the two of you. Friends may have been too strong of a word, but whenever he had to come and see you, or the rare occasions that you had to stop by the clubhouse to patch someone up, you always enjoyed talking to him. Even if it was while you were swabbing out and stitching up stab wounds or bullet holes.

You were putting a light bandage over the stitching so it wouldn’t get dirty. The slice went down the inside of his bicep and it wasn’t exactly the shallowest cut. It would take a bit of time to heal but you had no doubts that he would be back to normal sooner rather than later.

“I think,” you lightly traced your finger along his arm, inspecting your work, “you’re good to go.”

“Sending me away already, Doc?”

You smiled, “You’ll have to come back soon anyway so I can keep an eye on your stitches. You’ll be seeing me again in no time.”

“You always take such good care of us,” he was looking down at his bandage.

“That why you keep getting busted up?”

“It is a bonus.”

You laughed and shook your head, “Right. Well, I’m gonna send your prescription out. It’s a low-dose pain killer. Nothing crazy. Only take it if you need it. You know the drill.”

He chuckled, “Something like that.”

You looked at his arm and let out a small sigh, “Alright. Just because I know how you boys are, and that cut isn’t exactly in an optimal location, I’m gonna give you my number so you can get in touch with me if something starts to feel off or the stitches rip,” you scribbled your number down on a piece of scrap paper before handing it to him, “Anything happens, just call me, okay?”

He nodded, carefully folding and tucking the paper into the pocket of his kutte, “Thank you.”

You nodded, saying goodbye to him before walking out of the room to send his prescription to the pharmacy. The other doctors didn’t understand why you always jumped at the chance to treat the guys from the MC, but you did genuinely enjoy their company. They were all good to you, and you weren’t put off by the ink and kuttes like some of your coworkers.

He walked out of the room while you were sending out his prescription. You only noticed because you could hear all of his friends in the waiting room, instantly starting to crack jokes at his expense when he walked over to them. You smiled, shaking your head slightly—you couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying but you were sure that it was amusing.

Once it was all sent out, you made your way over to Creeper and the few guys from the club who had been there waiting for him to get patched up. They were all smiles when you walked over, and it was impossible to not return the gesture.

“You guys are in charge of making sure that he doesn’t get any new injuries while this one is healing, alright?” you gave them all pointed looks, “And no bikes for him until further notice.”

“They aren’t my parents,” Creeper said with a chuckle and a shake of his head, “I can take care of myself.”

You glanced at the bandage on his arm, “Mhm. I see this,” you laughed as your eyes met his, “Give me a call if anything happens, okay?”

He nodded, “Sure thing, Doc.”

As you walked away, you could hear Angel’s voice, “Give her a call? Alright, ‘mano. Good for you.”

You chuckled quietly as you walked off to see your next patient. There were, but one of your favorite things was the fact that you really got to meet and help so many different kinds of people. Stumbling into the circle of the MC had been completely out of your control, but you were glad that it happened. You just so happened to get assigned the right case in the free clinic a couple years ago and since then, you were essentially on Bishop’s speed dial whenever anything went down. He knew you were good at what you did, and could be discreet about it.

Days came and went, and you hadn’t heard anything from Creeper, or anyone for that matter. You supposed no news was good news, but you were curious to know how your patient was doing. You didn’t have his number, though, he only had yours. So you waited. You waited for a call from him, or a notification from the hospital that he had scheduled his follow-up appointment. Either one would be fine by you.

You were just getting off your shift, walking out to your car when your phone started to ring. You didn’t recognize the number, but you picked up anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Doc,” you recognized his voice immediately.

“Neron,” your tone was cautious as you fished your keys out of your purse, “Why do I get the feeling that this isn’t a good call?”

“Because…it’s not,” he chuckled, “It’s not terrible. I just…did something stupid.”

“Oh did you?” you shook your head as you sat down behind the wheel and threw your purse over into the passenger seat.

“Think I could come in and have you fix me up?”

You sighed, “I’m leaving for the day. Text me your address and I’ll just come to you—you shouldn’t be driving anyway.”

“O-okay,” he fumbled over his words for a moment, “I, I can do that.”

“I’ll see you soon,” you laughed, “Don’t do anything else until I get there.”

You were surprised by how close he lived to the hospital. And, by extension, how close he lived to you. Your house was only about a ten-minute drive away from his, if that. You knew it was a small world, but you didn’t think it was quite that small.

You walked up and knocked on the door, medical bag slung over your shoulder. You’d taken to keeping a decent amount of supplies on-hand once you became the on-call doctor for the club. A few moments later he opened the door, a nervous smile on his face.

“You called?” you offered up with a laugh.

You noticed some of the tension disappear from his body as he nodded, stepping out of the way to let you in. You didn’t know what you had been expecting the inside of his home to look like, but what you were seeing didn’t surprise you. Everything was clean and orderly, but it was sparse. He didn’t strike you as the kind of man who was super into interior design anyway.

You took off your shoes, nudging them off to the side as you followed him to the living room. You noticed that he was keeping his arm pinned to his side, trying to hide whatever damage he’d done. It was amusing to you solely because he was going to have to show you what happened if he wanted you to fix it.

He sat down on the couch and you pulled a chair over from his table so that you could sit in front of him facing him. You looked back and forth between his face and his arm, waiting for him to start offering up some sort of explanation.

“Before you get mad,” he gestured with his good arm, “let me explain.”

“Please do,” you smiled as you started taking things out of your bag.

“I was being good,” he was almost pleading, “I was staying home—no rides, no club shit. Figured that since I’m stuck in the house I might as well get a few things around here taken care of.”

You looked at him, eyebrows raised, “Did any of the things that needed to be taken care of involve any kind of heavy lifting?”

“I didn’t think it was heavy! Not until,” he finally showed you his arm.

A few of his stitches had definitely ripped. It would be a quick and easy fix, but you could tell by the look on his face that he felt like he was about to get in trouble in the principal’s office. You smiled as you carefully undid the bandage and started wiping the dried blood away.

“It could be worse,” you said with a chuckle.

You could see the relief in his body language when he realized that you weren’t frustrated or upset with him. His injury wasn’t at the top of his list of concerns—he knew that you’d be able to fix it. He just didn’t want you to be pissed off at him during or after the process of doing so.

You re-wrapped his arm and reiterated your previous instructions as you did, “No rides, no heavy lifting. You are a one-armed man for the foreseeable future,” you reached into your bag and pulled out a sling, “And just in case you forget I’m gonna strap you down with this,” you laughed as you fitted it onto him.

He shook his head, but smiled, “This isn’t necessary, Doc.”

“Clearly it is,” you laughed as you leaned back in the chair.

A few beats of silence passed before he looked you in the eyes and let a small smirk pass over his face, “Thank you, by the way. I owe you.”

You shook your head as you packed everything back into your bag, “You don’t owe me. I’m happy to help.”

You were putting the chair back in its rightful place when he asked, “I was gonna order pizza if you want to stick around. I know I just made your long day even longer,” he chuckled nervously, “It’s the least I could do.”

You smiled, nodding, “Pizza sounds good.”

The evening was much more comfortable than you thought it might be. It was the longest that you’d spent with any of the guys from the club, especially in a one-on-one setting. Creeper was easy to be around though, and he kept your laughing. You really didn’t even notice the time going by as the two of you lounged on the sofa, television on just for background noise.

“I would love to stay,” you stood up and stretched, “But I don’t get to stay home on bedrest tomorrow,” you laughed.

“Can doctors call in sick?” he asked with a smile.

You nodded, “We can. I try to save my sick hours for hangovers, though.”

He walked you out to your car, and you couldn’t believe how dark it’d gotten. You tossed your bag into your trunk and shut the door with a quiet sigh. Despite how long your day had been, you couldn’t deny that the ending to it all had been worth it. You hadn’t expected to have so much fun, to so badly want to stay a little longer.

“Thanks again for this, Y/N. I owe you.”

You smiled and shook your head, “The only thing you owe me is updates. That way I know your arm is still attached and healing.”

He laughed and nodded, “I can do that.”

You hugged him gently, careful not to press against his injured arm, “Take care of yourself, Neron.”

His smile was soft, “Get home safe.”

Telling him to keep you updated was all it took for him to keep in touch with you. Over the next few days, seeing text messages from him were welcome distractions in the midst of a lot of chaos at work. At some point in the morning, he would always send an update saying that he still had both arms, and that he was still wearing the sling. He would usually include whatever joke the other guys had made at his expense that day, just to reassure you that he was still taking it easy. You’d usually text him back on your lunch break, if you got one, or just when you had a spare moment to breathe for a couple minutes.

Soon it was more than just the once or twice a day check-ins. Slowly but surely the conversations started lasting all throughout the day. You obviously weren’t always able to respond to things right away, but nonetheless the two of you kept the conversation going regardless of what it was about. It was the first time in a long time that you had someone that you could talk to all day and not get bored. It was nice.

You were texting him as you were leaving work late one night, drained and pissed off at a call your supervisor had made. You were glad that you had a couple days off before you had to be back so you could cool off a bit and not say something that you’d regret.

“Free tonight?” you figured the worst that could happen was that he would say that he was busy.

You got his reply as you sat down in the driver’s seat of your car, “Yea. You ok?”

You sighed but smiled as you typed out your response, “Shitty day”

His reply was immediate, “Come over whenever. Not like I’m going anywhere anytime soon lol”

You chuckled, shaking your head. You let him know that you were going to go home to shower and change and then you’d be over. You hadn’t been back to see him in person since you fixed his stitches. And, despite the fact that the two of you had been texting every day, you found yourself missing him a little bit. Even though it had been a rough day, you were glad that you would be able to stop in and see him.

You knocked on his front door, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Showing up for something that wasn’t medical felt a little strange. You had no idea why there was a hint of nerves coursing through your body, but there was.

He opened the door, a smile spreading across his face, “Hey, come on in,” he stepped aside so you could come inside.

You slipped out of your sneakers and turned around to see Creeper staring at you. There was a smirk tugging at his lips and you felt your face get hot. You tugged at the hem of your tank top, letting out a nervous chuckle, “What?”

He shook his head, “Nothing. Just never seen you outta your scrubs, Doc,” he smiled, “Beer?”

You nodded, “Please.”

You collapsed down onto his couch and he appeared a few moments later with two open beer bottles, handing one to you. You took it happily, taking a long drink from it as he sat down on the couch next to you. He looked over at you, concern flashing across his features for a moment. Before he could ask you anything, you beat him to the punch.

“I know I’m not in my scrubs,” you looked at his arm, “But I’m still your doctor. What happened to the sling?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “I’ve been on my best behavior. No mishaps. I can’t go one night without it?”

You smiled, “Fine. One night,” you paused, can I look at the stitches though?”

He shook his head, “No. You had a long day. You’re not here to be my doctor. Just relax for a bit, will you?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, “Fine,” you sipped on your beer, “No big club plans on a Saturday?”

“Just following the doctor’s orders.”

You laughed, “Man, she must be a real buzzkill.”

He chuckled, “Yea, but she means well.” You gave him a light shove as you let out a laugh. He smiled, “You this mean to all your patients?”

“Just the ones who make fun of me.”

He finally got you to start venting about what had been going on at work over the past few days, but that day in particular. He didn’t say much, just nodding and encouraging you along. He could see that you just needed to talk about it, to be able to be bitter and complain about it so that you wouldn’t combust from keeping anything inside. Throughout the course of the conversation he’d gotten you each a couple more beers. You took them gladly, just happy that you were able to unwind and have some good company.

As it started to get later, you found yourself not really wanting to leave. It was comfortable at his house, with him. You didn’t quite know what it was about it, but you really had no desire to go home.

He’d put a movie on, and somewhere along the way you found yourself leaning against his good side. You settled against him, soaking up the heat that was emanating from him. He cautiously draped his arm around you, his hand resting lightly on your side. You let out a quiet hum of approval and felt the tension disappear from his body.

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you woke up to the sound of Creeper snoring. You forced your eyes open, trying to get your bearings a little bit. Your head was rested in his lap, blanket draped over you and his hand still resting on your side. He was leaning back against the couch, head tilted slightly upwards as he slept. You sat up slowly, running your hands over your face.

He felt you stir and started to wake up. You smiled over at him as he wiped the sleep from his eyes, “Sorry I ended up crashing here.”

He chuckled, tiredness still weighing on his voice as he struggled to wake himself up, “No worries. Glad you got some rest.”

You got up and got ready to head home, already feeling like you definitely overstayed your welcome. He wasn’t rushing you out, but he wasn’t going to try to force you to stay, either, assuming that you had other things you had to take care of. He still walked you out to your car despite the fact that it was daylight now. He hug he gave you lingered for just a little bit longer, and you didn’t mind.

“Thank you. Sorry again about the impromptu slumber party,” you laughed.

He smiled, “You don’t gotta apologize.”

You fished your keys out of your purse, “Don’t forget to make an appointment for your stitches soon, alright?”

“Was hoping you’d be willing to make a house call for that.”

You smiled, cheeks getting hot for a moment, “I might be able to swing that. I’ll stop by sometime next week.”

The following week, you were making your way out to your car after your shift. Things were a little calmer at work, and your frustration had decreased drastically. You were digging around for your keys when you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You pulled it out, brows furrowing in concern when Bishop’s name flashed across the screen.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey…everything alright?”

He didn’t sound overly worried, “Yea. Just wanted to ask a favor of you if I could.”

“What’s up?”

“You think you could take Creeper’s stitches out early? Need him on deck for some club stuff. He’s gotta be able to ride.”

You sighed. You know that realistically he’d probably be fine, but you couldn’t pretend that you wouldn’t be worried about whatever it was that was going on. You weren’t going to say no, though. “Yea, I could do that. Was planning on taking them out this weekend anyway.”

“Great. Think you can stop by his place tonight?”

“When do you need him by?”

There was a pause—he didn’t want to answer the question, “Tomorrow.”

“Fuck, Bish. Seriously?”

“I know. I’ll owe you.”

You chuckled, “You sure will. I’ll stop by his place tonight.”

“You’re an angel.”

“Yea, remember that,” you laughed as you hung up the phone. With a sigh, you texted Creeper to let him know that you were on your way to his house as per Bishop’s orders. He probably knew already, but you still felt weird popping by without saying anything first.

He opened the door for you when you got there, a smirk on his face, “Wow. I bet Bishop that you weren’t going to cave on taking them out early.”

“If your arm didn’t seem to be healing so well, I wouldn’t be,” you shook your head slightly as you got ready to take his stitches out, “You’re lucky you’re such a good patient.”

The two of you were quiet as you went to work on his arm. It really wasn’t the worst thing in the world that the stitches were coming out a little ahead of schedule. He’d been careful with his arm, and you really didn’t have any pressing concerns about it. Your worries branched far outside the scope of his latest injury.

“Do I get to ask what’s so important that Bishop needs you to speed up your recovery time?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, “You really wanna know?”

You sighed, shaking your head, “No. It’s probably better for my sanity if I don’t.”

“You worried?”

You flicked your eyes up to him for a moment, “Usually urgent club business ends with at least one of you guys needing to come and see me to get patched up. Odds aren’t really in your favor.”

He laughed, “I guess you’re right.”

Neither of you said anything more about it. As much as you wanted to stay, and maybe pry a little more into what was going on, you fought the urge. You knew that he probably had last-minute shit to take care of, and it wasn’t your place to get in his way. You slung your bag over your shoulder as you headed back towards the front door of his house. The knot in your stomach wasn’t going to go away until they were all back and safe from handling whatever it was that they were getting into.

After tossing your bag into your car, you turned around and wrapped him in a tight hug. For the first time since he got injured, he was able to properly hug you back. He kept you snug against him for a few moments, and you really didn’t want him to let go.

You finally stepped back, “Please stay safe, alright?”

“Doctor’s orders?” there was a small smile on his face.

You laughed and nodded, “Yes. Doctor’s orders,” you paused, gnawing at the inside of your bottom lip, “Let me know when you’re back?”

He nodded, “I will.”

“Good. Okay,” you stepped in and hugged him again, pressing a light, quick kiss to his cheek before getting in your car, “Stay out of trouble, Neron.”

He smiled, “I’ll do what I can.”

A few days ticked by and you hadn’t heard anything from anyone. Which was perfectly on-brand for the MC, but this time it made you worried. You had debated texting creeper, but you stopped yourself. They were busy, probably wrapped up in dangerous shit. The last thing that he needed was you bothering him. Still, though, you wished that you knew what was going on.

You were pulling something together for a very late dinner at the end of the week. Your shift had gone way longer than it was supposed to. You were too tired to cook, but it was also too late to get anything delivered. So you were pulling random things out of your cabinets in the hopes of putting together something that resembled a meal.

Your phone buzzed once on the counter. You glanced over and saw that you had a notification from Creeper. Instantly you opened the message, “Call me now. It’s urgent”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you called him. Your hand trembled as you held it up to your ear, waiting to hear the worst when he picked up on the other end of the line.

“Hello?”

“Neron?” you couldn’t hide the worry in your voice, “Are you okay? Where are you guys? Are you all safe?”

“One question at a time,” there was a touch of humor to his voice, and you couldn’t tell if you found it reassuring or frustrating.

“What’s wrong? You said it was urgent,” your heart was pounding inside your chest.

“It is,” he paused, “Kind of. I mean,” you heard him take a deep breath, “Actually, honestly, I just miss you. Been thinkin’ about you all week.”

You let out a laugh, some of the tension disappearing from your body, “I miss you too. So…you’re still in one piece?”

He chuckled, “Yea. Me and everyone else.”

“Where are you?”

“About to head home.”

“Can I come over?” you blurted out.

You could tell he was biting back a laugh as he responded, “Yea. Of course.”

You let out a sigh of relief, “Alright. I’ll see you soon.”

When you pulled in, you saw his bike in the driveway and knew he was already home. You didn’t bother knocking this time, electing to just let yourself in. He was standing in the kitchen, looking in the fridge when you walked in. He turned around, smiling when he saw you. Without giving it a second thought, you all but ran over to him and wrapped him in a tight hug. He laughed, arms snaking around you and squeezing you tight. You shut your eyes, taking a moment to just breathe him in as one of his hands came to rest on the back of your head.

“I really did miss you, you know,” his voice was softer than you were used to. It was the first thing either of you said to each other since you got there.

You smiled against his chest, “I missed you too.”

He pulled away from you a little so he could get a good look at your face. You could see the exhaustion in his features, but you could see the happiness too. His hands stayed rested on your hips as he spoke, “I know I’m technically not your patient anymore,” he cracked a smile, “But if you wanted to keep stopping in to make house calls, I wouldn’t mind.”

You laughed, hands resting on the sides of his neck, fingers lightly tracing over the ink there, “You wouldn’t, huh?”

“I like you,” you could tell by the look on his face that he was choosing his words carefully, “And I like it when you’re here. Feels more like home. Not being able to talk to you for a week…really fucking sucked.”

You smiled, liking his simple honesty, “I agree. And…I like you too.”

He pulled you closer, fingers drumming lightly on your sides, “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened, not expecting that to be the next thing that he said. Despite the shock, you smiled and nodded. The grin that broke out across his face was contagious, but you didn’t have time to really take it in as he cupped your face and pulled you in so your lips crashed against his. You practically melted into him, hands sliding to rest on his chest. His thumb traced along your cheekbone as his lips moved against yours.

You pulled back to catch your breath, and you could feel his chest vibrating with laughter beneath your hands. Your face was hot and you found yourself smiling when he pulled you close and rested his forehead against yours.

“I guess you were right,” you said with a quiet laugh.

“About?”

You chuckled, “About this being urgent,” you smiled and closed your eyes as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’m glad you’re safe.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

You rested your head against his chest and sighed, leaning into him. He wrapped his arms around you, one hand sliding gently up and down your back. His arms felt strong, and they made you feel safe. You didn’t know for sure what was in store for the two of you next, but you were ready for whatever the next adventure was.

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peggyrose19 · 4 years ago

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20 Years

As promised, I’m back for dear Leo’s birthday! Our baby is 20, can you believe it? No longer a teenager. I feel old (he’s older than me shhhh). Happy solar return to Leo, and have a fic in celebration! Many thanks to the discord for the help, y’all are livesavers. Characters belong to @lumosinlove <3

I know some of you were a bit worried about me, so wanted to let you know that I’m doing better. Probably just gonna be hopping on here and there over the next few days when I get bored in class. I’ll definitely be back in full next week though. I have no school, so the craziness will have subsided somewhat. Ily all, and thank you for always supporting me <333 Now enough from me, onto the fic! Hope you enjoy

“Keep your eyes closed!” Finn demanded, holding his hands firmly over Leo’s face.

“They are,” Leo laughed as he was blindly walked forward. “It’s not like I could see even if they were open.” Logan giggled from his other side. Whatever he and Finn had planned was certainly going to be interesting.

Finn stopped walking then. “Okay, you can open your eyes now!” He removed his hands as Leo let his eyes open and adjust to the light. He gasped.

The living room was decorated in yellow and blue streamers, the fairy lights framing the ceiling plugged in and glowing. They had set the dining room table with their nicest (read not mismatched) plates and silverware, lit candles in the middle, and a large vase of flowers on the nearby kitchen counter. Two large balloons were tied to the arm of his usual chair, a two and a zero, and even more brushed the ceiling in the corners of the room. A large happy birthday banner even hung on one wall, making Leo laugh.

Leo gazed at it all incredulously. “Did you do all this?” he asked in amazement. Logan and Finn both nodded eagerly.

“We’ve been planning it for weeks,” Logan admitted.

“Oh, you didn’t have to-”

“No no no,” Finn interrupted. “It’s your first birthday with us, you deserve all the pampering and planning. We have two whole decades of Leo to celebrate!” Leo blushed, leaning down to press a kiss to Finn’s lips.

“You’re too good to me.”

“Never. Now come on, you haven’t seen the best part yet.”

“Better than all this?” Leo gestured to the streamers and the lights.

“Come on, you’ll see!” Logan teased, tugging him forward by the hand. “And ta-da!” Logan held his hands out proudly, displaying the cake sitting on the table. It read ‘Happy Birthday Leo’ in messy blue icing, the white frosting under it even messier.

Leo brought his hands to his mouth. “Did you guys make this?”

“All by ourselves,” Finn said proudly.

Leo raised an eyebrow. “I love you, but neither of you know the first thing about baking a cake. Who did the decorating?”

“That was me,” Logan said proudly.

“It looks very nice, sweetheart. Can we eat it now?”

“So impatient, Butter,” Finn murmured.

“It’s my birthday, hush you. I deserve cake.”

Logan pressed a kiss to his temple. “That you do, love.”

Leo huffed a laugh as walked over to his seat, Finn getting there before him and pulling out his chair with a flourish. Leo giggled.

“Why thank you, good sir,” he said dramatically as he sat down and Finn pushed him in.

“You are very welcome.”

Logan watched them fondly as he himself sat down. “You’re ridiculous,” he murmured.

“Yeah, but you love it.” Finn placed a smacking kiss on the top of his head as he walked by.

Logan held out a large knife to Leo. “Birthday boy gets to cut the cake.”

“Aren’t you going to sing happy birthday first?” Leo teased, taking the knife.

“Oh shit, right. Um-” Finn cleared his throat. “Happy birthday to you,” he began, Logan quickly joining in.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Leo. Happy birthday to youuuuuuu.” They held the last note out, making Leo wince slightly at their tone-deafness, but he was laughing by the end, cheeks flushed.

“Thank you. Can I try this now?”

“You are very impatient today for someone who is no longer a teenager.”

Leo shrugged innocently. “It’s my birthday.”

Logan shook his head fondly. “Alright, go ahead. I want some too.”

“You two better not have messed this up,” Leo muttered as he made the first cut.

“Hey! I will have you know we made this with utmost precision and expertise.”

“Celeste helped you?”

“Celeste helped us.”

Leo smiled as he cut three large slices, placing each on a clean plate before handing one to each Finn and Logan.

“Mmm,” Leo said, taking a bite. “This is good. I’m impressed.”

Finn gasped. “Are you saying you thought it would be bad?”

Leo leaned forward, licking a bit of frosting off his fork. “That is exactly what I’m saying.” Finn looked turned on. Logan just pouted.

“Nut, I will have you know we practiced for weeks to get this right.”

“And you didn’t even burn down the kitchen.”

“Have you so little faith in us?” Finn gasped, affronted.

“Logan burned soup last week.”

“That was an accident!”

“You have frosting on your lip.”

Logan raised a hand to his face. “Oh no,” he sighed as he lowered his hand, clumsily taking another bite and effectively smearing even more frosting on his face. “Such a shame. Guess you’ll have to… wipe it off for me?”

Leo smirked, both at the absurdity of his boyfriend and the spark Logan’s words sent down his spine.

“Guess I will,” he murmured, leaning in towards Logan. His lips were sticky and sweet, just like Logan himself. He kissed him like they had all the time in the world, slow and deep, and Leo heard Finn sigh from his other side.

“Let’s finish eating, mon amor,” Leo murmured against Logan’s lips, licking into his mouth once more before pulling away. He glanced over at Finn, staring at them with cheeks flushed.

“Fine,” Logan sighed, and reluctantly kept eating.

“We have another gift for you,” Finn started hesitantly after swallowing his last bite of his cake.

Leo immediately protested. “No no, you guys have already gotten me so much already. You really didn’t-”

“Too late!” Logan crowed. “You deserve everything we give you and more Nutter Butter, and you will accept our love in the form of far too many gifts whether you like it or not!”

“Okay, okay,” Leo laughed, holding up his hands. “Guess I don’t have a choice, huh?”

“Nope. Here.”

Logan held out a plain white envelope. Leo frowned.

“What is this?”

“Open it and you’ll see,” Logan sang, propping his chin on his hands.

Apprehensively, Leo slid his finger under the seal and tugged the envelope open. Inside were two folded pieces of paper.

“What-”

“Just take them out,” Finn urged.

“Alright.” Leo did, and carefully unfolded one piece of paper. Three slips of paper fell out. Leo picked them up, eyes scanning the papers quickly. He brought his free hand to his mouth. “Oh my God,” he whispered. He raised his eyes to look at Finn, blue eyes bright with tears. “Finn…”

“Open the other, open the other,” Finn urged. Leo eyed him and turned to the other paper.

“Is this gonna make me cry too?” he asked, voice tight.

“Hmm, possibly,” Logan smiled.

Leo unfolded the second letter and three more papers fell onto the table. As he read Logan’s words, more tears sparked in his eyes. “Oh. You guys, this is too much.”

“No it’s not.”

“But how did you- you got us Broadway and concert tickets.” He looked at them with the closest approximation of heart eyes possible. “ I can’t believe you two, how did you manage to pull this off?

Logan shrugged. “Told you, we’ve been planning for weeks. Although I bought the concert tickets ages ago when his tour was first announced.”

“You mean you’ve had these since May and didn’t say anything? How did you possibly manage that?”

“With difficulty.”

“And Finn, the Moulin Rouge tickets? I mean- third row? This must have cost a fortune!”

“Baby, we’re professional hockey players. We can afford it.”

“Oh. Right. I forget sometimes.” He blushed.

“Look, we were already planning on doing New York this summer, right? Logan and I thought-” Logan snorted- “Okay, Logan thought that we should take advantage of it. I mean, you can’t go to New York City for the first time and not see a Broadway show. And we all know Moulin Rouge is your favorite movie, how could we not?”

“And the Harry Styles concert?” Leo sniffed.

“It’s Harry Styles.”

“Good point.”

“And we all love him, so it seemed like as good a time as any. Plus, who would give up a chance to meet Harry?”

“We’re gonna meet him?!” Leo nearly shrieked. Finn and Logan both laughed.

Leo launched himself at Logan, nearly knocking his water glass over, and peppered his face with kisses, laughing all the while.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe you,” he gasped.

“Hey! I’m here too!” Finn protested, appearing at their side.

“Baby, we both know this was Logan’s idea. I love you, but you are terrible at gift ideas.”

“Hey! I will have you know, the show was my idea.” Logan and Leo both laughed, and Leo pulled Finn down for a kiss.

“Thank you,” he said against his lips.

“Love you,” Finn replied, before Logan was kissing Leo’s cheek, drawing his attention back.

“And thank you,” Leo murmured to Logan.

“Happy birthday, mon amor,” Logan whispered.

#o'knutzy #food cw #birthday celebrations #leo baby is 20 #teasing and laughing #they're so cute i can't #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast #i need to stop using songs as titles

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theatersanddemons · 4 years ago

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I’m going to share with you all one of my favorite scenes I’ve roleplayed with my partner.

Notes: Dia is Diamond (Balan and Fia’s child) and Nightlight is Lance and NiGHTS’ child

Nightlight refers to NiGHTS as ‘Nidad’ and Lance as ‘Nibi’

Dia refers to Balan as ‘Papa’, Fia as ‘Dad’ and Lance as ‘Zizi’

It’s a running joke that Dia burns things/sets things on fire by accident, they are not a pyromanic.

My partner plays Balan, Lance and Nightlight

I play NiGHTS, Dia and Fia

And no, I don’t constantly capitalize NiGHTS because it gets tiring

The ‘run over by a tractor’ bit is a reference to one of the chapter trailers

Balan gets in trouble with his mate

"Stop acting like I'm a pyromaniac!" Dia whined softly. "I don't try to set things on fire!"

"No, it's just sometimes you don't realize how hot you've made things or how much power you're putting into something." Fia chuckled softly, taking a slice as well and trying it. "Mm~ Agreed, you've definitely improved~"

"Thank you..." Now they're blushing at their parents' and best friend's praise.

"You're welcome my dear! Keep it up and you'll be making cuisine's like Lance in no time!" He gave his lil bean a kiss on the temple before making the other half of his slice disappear.

"I believe my parents would love to try this as well, I'll save them some for later." Nightlight grabbed 4 pieces and placed them on a napkin before floating away to the kitchen.

"You think so?" Dia perked, smiling bashfully.

"That reminds me, Lance still owes me a cooking contest." Fia chuckled softly cause their child to groan playfully.

"Oh no, not again!"

"A cooking contest? I'm afraid I missed when that became a reality. Is this a new concept?" Balan questioned, his head tiling to the side just a tad.

"Eh... not really? It's just a little thing for fun Lance and I have done a couple times. We take turns choosing a dish to make and have others try them." He shrugged.

"Him and Zizi are tied 3 for 3." Dia huffed playfully. "But the kitchen is a war zone when they do it."

"I can tell it drives my nibi insane with the clean up they have to do afterwards." Nightlight chimed in after flying back to sit beside Dia. "Things get quite interesting during those contests."

"No more spicy things, last time I swear I was gonna have a hole burned through my tongue." Dia pouted before sniggering. "It was good though."

"We'll be sure to ease up on the spices." Fia chuckled softly.

"That would appreciated, my stomach was not happy with me after that...very uncomfortable evening."

"Huh! That sounds like fun! How come I was never invited to any of these?"

"Every time it happens you are in other realm kicking corrupted things and getting chased by flying rocks." They quietly explained, taking a sip of their boxed chocy milk. "It's quite humorous honestly."

"Oh...that explains a lot." The maestro replied, a bit shocked he actually kept missing out. And that Nightlight knew about the rock incident.

"We do try to arrange them for everyone to be available." Fia rested his hands on his hips as his lips pursed, "But Nightlight's right, you're always working during them." Such is the pain of having a workaholic partner. "And what's this about being chased by flying rocks?"

Dia covered their mouth to hide a grin, "Watch out Papa, Dad's got that tone again."

Balan flinched slightly as he glanced away somewhat nervous now, lightly pulling on his shirt collar. "Oh haha, about that! It was nothing I couldn't handle, just missed my mark that's all!"

"Uh-huh..." Fia squinted at the maestro before sighing and rolling his eyes. "One of these days you're going to get a concussion."

"...Dad, you say that like Papa hasn't had a concussion before." Dia looked genuinely confused.

"He hasn't, as far as I know?" Fia looked back at Balan with a raised eyebrow.

"...I have no idea what they're talking about." If he could sweat he would be drenched by now. "...." He grabs another slice of pizza and pulled the rim of his hat down to hide his eyes as he took small nibbles of it. For once he didn't want all the attention on him.

Nightlight snickered softly at the scene before them, they could only guess even partners didn't tell each other everything.

"That's not surprising, considering how out of it you were." Dia leaned on their hand with a grin, "You remember, right Nigh? Papa was sooo dazed from that hit."

Fia pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, "......"

"If I recall correctly, he walked into several walls thinking they were doors."

"Kids, could you please stop trying to get my head kicked off?" He squeaked out. It was embarrassing enough remembering his rare blunders but now he was in the hot seat with Fia and...let's just say you don't want to be in the hot seat with Fia!

"Sorryyyy Papa." Dia drawled. "But honestly, we thought Dad knew! I mean, why wouldn't you tell him?"

"Gee, I wonder." Fia deadpanned, shaking his head.

He's slowly sinking into the couch cushions now. His metaphorical goose is cooked no doubt about it now!

Nightlight just shook their head in fond dismay, their uncle was much too easy to tease.

Dia's giggling behind their hand, honestly it was just too funny to watch their papa and dad interact like this. That's why they saved those kinds of moments. And they and Nightlight weren't the only ones.

Rolling his eyes, Fia gently poked his mate, "Oh don't be so dramatic, Balan." Honestly, "trying to get his head kicked off", please!

He had better ways to "punish" his lover

"Didn't you know Fia, I'm all dramatic." He slowly lifted his hat to uncover his eyes again and pouted. "I run on the drama."

"You have never spoken a truer words, Balan." Well well, look who's returned from their lovely date!

"Nibi, Nidad!" They floated off the couch and flew over to their parents rather swiftly to hug and nuzzle them. "Welcome home."

Lance smiled warmly before nuzzling back. "Thank you lovely, were you good for your uncles."

"Yes, Dia and I made pizza. I saved you some slices in the microwave."

"Oh that's wonderful, dear." Nights chirped as he hugged them back, beaming.

"Yes, but there's your drama and then there's the over the top drama." Fia hummed, "Welcome back you two."

"Thanks~ What have you all been up to?"

"Putting me in the Tim house, that's what." Balan answered, somewhat glaring at Dia and poking them in the belly. "Otherwise not much else."

"I see, it sounded to me like they were spilling all of your little mishaps. Like that time you-"

"Lance! I am in enough trouble as it is do not making it worse." He warned while turning around, his death glare rather evident. "It is nothing I can not handle."

Dia squeaked and batted at her papa's hand, "It's not our fault you won't be honest with Dad!"

"No, no, by all means, Lance. Tell me what else I don't know." Fia took hold of Balan's hand gently to stop him from making Dia into a mouse.

"Gladly.~" They are grinning like the Cheshire cat as they floated over to the couch, with Nightlight following behind. "Before I had been interrupted, one of our guests had a fear of chickens. And during a bout he had been rolled over by a corrupted egg."

"Uuuuuuuugh........" Time to sink into the couch again.

"This happened before you arrived Fia. He once told me he had been run over by a tractor while observing one of our past visitors. It is a mystery that he didn't notice it before hand."

"Run over by a tractor." He repeated flatly.

Nights cough/laughed against his hand, "Oh goodness..."

Dia couldn't help giggling at the exasperated look on their dad's face.

"I was paying attention to other things, I guess it didn't pay it any mind."

"Did you not feel any vibrations Balan?" Lance questioned, raising an eye ridge.

"...If I recall correctly...I was flying so...possibly not."

"That is...rather amusing." Nightlight commented with a slight smirk.

"How did you get run over if you were flying?" Nights questioned, tilting his head. "Surely you were high enough to avoid it?"

Fia's just gonna pull the maestro to him, shaking his head.

"...Okay perhaps it was more like hovering...a few inches off the ground."

"That makes more sense."

"Uh-huh..."

"Oh yeah!" The Nightmaren hit his palm, "I remember you mentioning to me about that kid obsessed with flying and all the crashes that happened! Didn't he make you go flying by accident?"

They all are just trying to see who can get the maestro in the most trouble.

“...Yes. A rather enthusiastic child..." He pulled the rim of his had down and slumped. Had he really been that klutzy? How embarrassing.

"You seem to have a knack for getting yourself hurt, Balan." Fia mused softly, his tone neutral.

"And it sounds like you don't know the half of it."

"Are you alright Uncle Balan?"

"Fine, it was bound to come out anyhow." He began nibbling on the pizza crust quietly, just looking like a hat with two holes in it...and a pizza crust. "Mm...needs cheese." He murmured, who doesn't love a good cheese crust?

"I'll keep that in mind for next time." Dia hummed lightly, stretching out with a sigh, "I'm gonna make something for everyone all by myself!"

"I'll have the fire department on speed dial."

"Daaaaaaad!"

"And the fire extinguisher on hand." Balan remarked, with a slight glance towards his child.

"I'll keep a close eye out for them as well." Nightlight chimed before laughing and poking Dia's cheek with their horn. "As a head chef of sorts."

#Fiaba #Diamond #Balan #Nightlight #NiGHTS #Lance #Balan Wonderworld

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talpup · 5 years ago

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Lost Song:5

Summary: The war between the Dragons and Griffons ended 233 years ago, and both races right along with it.

Or so it was believed. There are three individuals that will soon change that.

Kai is the last of the Dragons and he seeks to take what he sees as his rightful place and rule over all of Oblvi. Meanwhile, Shouta, the last Sphinx, wants nothing more than to do his job; keep the peace and and teach the young Fourth’s to hopefully avoid the mistakes of their ancestors. And Teris, a Foundling who is just trying to understand and survive in this strange new world that is supposedly her own.

All three have their own wants and desires, but Kai’s plans, Teris’ existence, and Shouta's past mean that none of them may get what they want.

This fic is rated explicit and has warnings of sex, violence, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

***So this fic has turned out the have a lot more ABO dynamics than I had planned. So please note that that has been added to the tags.

5.1

Shouta exited his rooms. The smell of something baking might not have woken him from a long overdue sleep in, but it had greeted him the instant his heated dream had vanished. Teris. He was dreaming about her more and more. The images and wanting growing ever more vivid. He could understand the sex dreams. She was certainly desirable in form and face. But the others… There was nothing about her that made him want to spend a lazy day in, or take a stroll through the woods and get caught in the rain. And yet over the course of the two months since she had joined his Ilca, he had had both those dreams and more.

Frowning, Shouta made his way down, following the warm baked smell to the dorms kitchens. The sight that greeted him was so domestic that it might as well have been pulled from one of his previous dreams. Teris, with her back to him, working at the kitchen counter. As if this were one of his dreams, Shouta moved quietly to her, arms twitching, eager to wrap around her.

There was an audible pop that made Shouta stop.

The newly appeared Twice waved the goods in his hand. “Got it! Told you I could get Terra strawberries and bananas. This was a lot of work. You better be grateful.”

“Thank you, Twice. I’m sure Hizashi will appreciate it.” Teris smirked, accustomed to the House Elf’s quirk some ways.

Shouta watched her. The space between them might not have been more than five feet; but it felt insurmountable.

Twice turned bashful. He waved her off. “Anything for you— What are you doing here! You’re not suppose to be in here!”

Teris turned thinking Hizashi had come to check on the dessert. Her smile fell as soon as she saw it wasn’t her friend but Shouta.

Shouta's eyes darkened when she turned back around without a word. Yep. He had absolutely no idea why he was having such dreams about her. Irritating, too proud woman. It wasn’t as if he actually wanted to do those kind of domestic with her. He was forced to spend too much time with her as it was. It had to have been the close quarters. Living in the same dorm as female Griffon in her prime. It was bound to tap into his primal instinct and mess with his head enough to effect his dreams.

His well rested and good mood ruined by Teris’ response to his presence, Shouta turned the hollering House Elf. “Out.”

Ordered by the dorms Ilca Leader, Twice had no choice but to obey.

Teris spun around just in time to see the House Elf disappear with a pop. “He was helping me!”

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it matter to you?” She demanded, anger rising at the Sphinx’s calm voice and non expression.

“I told you to rest.”

“I am!”

“You’re baking.”

“So you do know what I’m doing.” Teris snarked, tone full of mock congratulation.

Shouta slid his hands into his pockets, refusing to take the bait. Fun as it was to taunt her, he didn’t want to argue. He wanted to see that she took it easy and was well rested for her and Hizashi's first patrol tomorrow. “Baking isn’t resting.”

“Some of us actually have a decent sleep schedule. Sorry if I can’t lay in bed all day sleeping with you. Like you!” Teris quickly corrected, face heating at the slip. “Can’t sleep all day like you.”

Shouta recovered quickly from the shock of her words. His wide eyes relaxed, shimmering with a hungry intensity. “You can sleep with me whenever you like.”

Teris shivered at the husky drop of his already deep voice. “N—no. You’re…” Handsome. Desirable. Smart. Strong. “I don’t want to be with you. I can barely tolerate you.”

Shouta smirked at the warble in her voice. Hands pulling out of his pockets, he stalked a step closer. “Who said anything about being with? Fourth's are freer than that. We don’t need to be mated or companions to seek release. Having sex need not change a thing between us. We could just fuck.”

The idea appealed to him. Maybe getting a taste would help get her out of his head. The saying you always want what you can’t have came to mind. But if he had her… Thought of having her made his chest and cock heat.

Teris’ eyes widened. Was that a—a purr he just gave? No. That couldn’t have been what that was. Thankfully the sound had been so soft and low that she was able to dismiss it.

She reached back, gripping the counter-top to help aid her suddenly wobbly legs in holding herself up. “Yeah... Well… I’m not sure how I feel about hate sex and that’s what it would be so…”

Shouta’s lips pulled into a line at the way she looked everywhere but him. While he thrilled at her obvious nervousness, he wanted her eyes on him. Another purring growl sounded from his chest. If he were in his true form his tail would've swished from side to side.

He denied the joy he felt at the clear struggle of her hidden wanting, telling himself that the delight he felt was in toying with her. In taunting her. In seeing and making this woman who had been a thorn in his paw since day one a flustered mess. This is what she got for intruding upon his peace. For following him into his dreams. For making him continue lapse and think of her as his when he didn’t even want her.

He lifted an eyebrow, teeth showing in a crooked smile. “So that’s a maybe then.”

Mouth suddenly dry, Teris turned away from the teasing Sphinx. And that’s what he was doing. Teasing. Because he couldn’t be serious. There was no way he wanted her.

Dark eyes raking over her back, Shouta stalked closer.

Teris’ breath quickened, at the feeling him drawing near. How was it that she could hear her own heartbeat and his slow, quiet steps?

His chest pressed against her back.

Teris jumped. The spoon she stirred with flinging melted chocolate at the feel of his strong, warm chest.

“If you ever want to test that maybe. Discover if it’s a yes. Let me know. Whether it’s a rough hate fuck you’re after. Or something else. You’ll find I’m up for it all. Just say the word and I’ll give you an experience you’ll never forget, Kitten.”

Teris’ head snapped back to face him. Her breath caught, body heating at the predatory look in his dark eyes. Though her mouth opened, she couldn’t respond. Couldn’t even move.

Shouta’s gaze fixed on the small stripe of chocolate on her face that was temptingly close to her plump, parted lips. Unable to help himself he pressed against her, sandwiching her body between him and the counter-top. His hand came up, cupping her cheek, holding her gently in place.

Much like the chocolate she was tending, Teris melted at the touch of his calloused fingers.

Her soft sigh fanned across his nearing face. Shouta hummed at the sweet scent of her. It would be so easy to divert his course and taste her lips. The want to do so was so overwhelming he trembled the last two inches as he drew near.

Teris’ eyes closed, her head tilting. And then…

Shouta licked the chocolate off her face, his hot, wet tongue ghosting over the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes snapped open. She pulled back.

Fuck! Shouta's eyes dilated. He stood stock still a moment, body rigid, battling his self control. It was a mistake. Getting so close. Licking her clean. Having a hinting taste of her. The urge to bend her over and made her scream his name was too great.

He stepped back. Then stepped back again. “You’re so messy you make a mess of even yourself.”

Teris touched were he had licked, her skin still tingling.

Shouta turned away. The less senses he had focused on her the better. “Make sure you clean up after yourself.”

Confused, angry, and disappointed Teris watched Shouta leave without a backwards glance.

5.2

The next morning Hizashi sat at the table having a piece of the banana split cake Teris had made to celebrate their first patrol. When she had asked him what his favorite dessert was he hadn’t hesitated in answering. Thankfully he had seen his adoptive mothers make it often enough to tell her the basic recipe. Having the cake had felt like a slice of home which had made him happy and wistful. At least with both his mothers having died in a car accident a few years back, he wasn’t left worried and wondering about them now that he was here.

Swallowing a bite of the sweet poke cake, Hizashi looked up at Teris. “You know how Oboro finally told me a while back that he thinks I might be half siren?”

“Yeah.” She bend down opening another cupboard looking for the perfect container.

“Well now he says he’s not so sure.”

Still bent over she turned. “Why’s that?”

“Because Hizashi's clearly a hybrid of spirit and sprite, and Sirens are a sub-species of spirit, beast, and demon.” Shouta told, entering the kitchen. His eyes fell on Teris first taking in the enticing sight of her ass. His lips quirk ever so slightly upward at the fine display, then suddenly fell when he took in the rest of her.

She was wearing Kai’s colors. Well, the colors of his true form. Even though she might not be aware she doing so, it was a clear sign of her returned favor for the arrogant Dragon. An acceptance of Kai’s courting. Shouta buried a low growl. What did he care if she accepted Kai? It wasn’t as if he were trying to court her. He didn’t even want her.

But she was part of his Ilca. Any pain and suffering the Dragon caused her when he found out Teris was a griffon would be his mess to deal with. He would kill that Dragon if he ever hurt her. Teris was his. Damn! His Ilca. She was part of his Ilca.

“What the hell are you doing?” Shouta’s frown deepened, cursing the way his temper colored his tone.

Either unaware or uncaring how alluring the sight of her ass was, Teris turned back to shuffle through the low cabinet. “Looking for a container. Why? What the hell are you doing?”

Trying not to go over and rub my hardening cock against your sweet ass, Shouta thought. He managed to pull his eyes away from the sight only to have them return to the tempting mound.

Her hips swayed side to side.

Oh, for fuck sake! If he didn’t know any better Shouta would've sworn she was doing it on purpose. But he did know better. He had made her that stupid offer yesterday afternoon. And not only had she not accepted, but she had spent a good portion of the rest of the day avoiding him. If she wasn’t even interested in sex without strings, there was no way she was trying to delight him with that dancing display.

Snuffing out a low growl, Shouta marched over. He opened a top cabinet and pulled out a container. “There. How hard was that?”

Teris’ head peaked up from the bottom cupboard. “No.”

“No?”

“Not that one.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s--” She turned and looked up at him.

They both stopped.

She wasn’t on her knees but her head was level with his crotch. And with her looking up at him…

Her eyes lowered, needing to look away from his handsome face. Big mistake. She was met with the black fabric of his pants and… Was there a slight tenting?

She jumped up, straightening. Both she and Shouta took a step back.

Hizashi watched the two, smiling widely. Oboro had told him, Aizawa was a logical man. That the reason Sphinx’s enjoyed troublesome, twisting puzzles was because they prized finding the logical in them. But there was nothing logical about Shouta's denial of his feelings for Teris. More then that, the Sphinx was in such denial that he couldn’t even see Teris’ clear wanting of him in return.

Shouta stuffed his hands in his pockets hoping to hide the growing bulge.

Teris turned away, cursing last nights dream about him. This was all Aizawa’s fault. He was the one who had licked her face and talked about giving her an experience she would never forget. It didn’t matter that she had had such dreams about him before. It was still Shouta's fault.

“What’s wrong with the container You’ve never been picky about them before.” The Sphinx’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me you’re becoming more difficult.”

Teris spun back around. “Me! Difficult? Look in the mirror and then tell me about how I’m being difficult. And no,” she picked up the contained he had offered and slammed it back down on the counter, “that one won’t do. It’s not--” She stopped trying to find the right word.

Shouta watched her a moment, waiting. Finally he prompted. “Not what?”

“It’s just not… right.” She opened another cabinet, continuing her search.

“She’s taking a piece of cake for Kai.” Hizashi told, hand on his own packed piece for Oboro.

Shouta looked from the Hybrid back to Teris. “Why?”

“Found it!” She declared pulling what she viewed as the perfect container for her offering.

Shouta saw the care she took in cutting and packing a piece of the overly sweet monstrosity. Not a fan of sweets, he had forced himself to eat a piece of cake because Teris had made it. The fact that she viewed going out on patrol and spending more time with him as something to celebrate left him with a warm, fuzzy feeling. But why was she taking a piece to Kai?

It was bad enough that Kai was courting her. Bad enough that she had subconsciously worn colors that matched the Dragons true form. Now she was taking Kai a piece of cake that she had made for him-- for them. For his Ilca to celebrate her and Hizashi's first patrol. He had no doubt that Kai would take her offer as a silent acceptance of his courtship. Just the thought of the Dragons wrongful thinking made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

“You said you made it to celebrate your and Yamada’s first patrol.”

Hearing the slightest hint of accusation in the Sphinx’s baritone, Hizashi straightened in his seat.

Missing the edge that Hizashi picked up on, Teris tilted her head at the packaged cake, wondering if it needed a bow. “I did.”

“Then why give Chisaki a piece?”

The dreamy glaze in her eyes evaporated at the Sphinx’s question. “I don’t know Shouta. Maybe because he’s taught me everything I know about this world.”

Hizashi flinched at her snapping tone. Why did the two always have to fight? Everyone said how much freer Fourth's were with sex. Maybe if Shouta and Teris had sex they would realize just how much they liked each other.

Shouta scoffed. “He’s hardly taught you everything you know.”

“Yes he has.” Teris argued.

“Are you forgetting the lessons I’ve given you?”

She shivered at his pinning glare. “I--”

Shouta stepped to her. “Maybe if I made those lessons a bit more personal. Tested you a little longer and harder.” He looked her over, humming in satisfaction at her blush. “I’ll give you any private lessons you want. All you have to do is ask.”

When Teris didn’t respond, Shouta leaned over her. “What’s the matter? Don’t think you can take what I have to give?”

“I—I ca—can take whatever pathetic excuse you have. I just don’t want it. Or you. You’re the last person I’d want to have sex with.”

“Sex?” Shouta lifted his eyebrow. “Who said anything about sex?”

Teris blanched, blinking at his question.

Dark eyes glittering, Shouta’s voice dropped in octave and volume. “Such a naughty little thing. Taking my offer of help and twisting it like that.” He gave a toothy smile. “Although, if you are interested in sex I suppose I could find the time to put you through your paces.”

Her body vibrated with heated wanting and boiling fury. “I hate you.”

Her hair whipped around hitting Shouta in the face.

Shouta's eyes closed, breathing in her scent.

Teris stormed off only to return.

Shouta’s eyes opened at the return of her stomping feet. He frowned seeing her take up the packaged cake she had forgotten and followed her out into the great room.

“Wait.”

As much as Teris would've liked to ignore the Sphinx and keep on going, she forced her feet to stop. Shouta might be a bothersome ass, but he was also her Ilca Leader. She had no doubt that he would leave her behind today if she didn’t obey what he probably saw as a simple command.

Shouta felt a sharp sting at her irritation, his flirting having upset more than engaged. That’s because you weren’t flirting, an inner voice said. True as he believed that to be, Shouta was annoyed with himself for provoking her yet again. Though it wasn’t entirely his fault.

Teasing was part of his nature. And when it came her, it happened so easily. If anything, it was Teris’ fault. She was the one entering his dreams. Haunting his every waking moment. Even when she wasn’t in the same room at their dorm, her smell was there, infecting his mind. She just so desirable, beautiful, smart. No! Not desirable. Not—okay, she was beautiful and smart. But she certainly wasn’t desirable. Which is why he wasn’t teasing her to court. He taunted because she tested him and purposefully pushed his buttons. She had invaded his well structured life and made a mess of it. She deserved to be toyed with for the trouble she had caused. It had nothing to do with his enjoyment of making her flustered blushing mess.

Pushing down his disappointment when she didn’t turn around, Shouta stalked to her. “I want you back by noon.”

“I know.” They had gone over this last night while Hizashi had scarfed down three pieces of the too sweet cake.

“No later.”

“I know!” Teris exclaimed, put on edge by his nearness as much as his words. What did he think? That she was an idiot? Why did he always have to stand so close? He never stood that close to Hizashi. Fourth's had a greater sense of things. Was Shouta able to pick up on her attraction to him? No. No! He couldn’t pick up something that wasn’t there. She hated the bossy, arrogant Sphinx. She wasn’t attracted to him.

“And make sure Kai sticks with academic lessons this morning. I don’t want you coming back tired from physical training, or worse injured.”

Her grip on the container tightened. “Kai would never hurt me.”

Shouta opened his mouth to argue, but held his tongue. Now wasn’t the time to tell her how wrong she was.

“Is that all? It’s a short day of lessons and I’d like to spend as much time with him as possible.”

Shouta gritted his teeth. She didn’t mean it. Didn’t know. No matter what Kai thought he felt for her in his attempts at courting, it would all end when he discovered the truth. Kai was a dragon. Teris a griffon. For that reason alone, Kai would never accept her.

The knowledge was both a solace and a pain. Kai would hurt her, even if it wasn’t physical. The thought of Teris hurting grieved him. Made him want to hurt the one responsible. His hands twitched, wanting to scent her, but he held himself back and nodded. “That’s it for now.”

He watched her leave without a backward glance, telling himself the ache he felt was built out of concern for her as a member of his Ilca, nothing more.

5.3

“Good morning.” Teris greeted, entering Kai’s office.

“Morn--” Kai’s voice caught at the sight of her.

“Kai?”

Kai cleared his throat. “Good morning. You look lovely today.”

Teris blushed. “You say that every morning.”

“Because it’s true. Though today,” His gold eyes roved over her, “you look especially beautiful.”

“It’s beautiful now is it?” Teris laughed, shyly. “It must be my excitement showing.”

Kai’s eyes lifted to hers. “Excitement?”

“My first patrol.”

“Right. I’m to go easy on you today. Let’s hope I can hold myself back.”

Her face felt so hot that she was surprised flames weren’t licking around her hair. There was just something about Kai that got her blood pumping in all the right ways. And unlike with Shouta, Kai was kind. He put her at ease and didn’t aggravate.

“I—uh—brought you something.”

Kai watched her make her way to his desk, taking in the colors of his true form on her. It was as if she were telling, begging him to claim, cover, and protect her. Did she even realize what she was doing? Of course not. He hadn’t told her about different courting rituals, and doubted Aizawa had. Still, instinct was instinct. Even if it was subconscious, Teris had picked the purple button up and yellow-gold tank top.

His eyes drifted down to the small knife strapped to her belt. He hummed in pleasure at the sight of her wearing the first gift he had given her.

“Are you planning on taking that out on patrol today?”

Teris’ eyes followed his to the sheathed weapon at her hip. “I was. That is, unless you think it’s a bad idea.”

“I think it’s a splendid idea. In fact, there’s something else I’d like you to have and wear.”

“Another gift! Kai! You’re too generous.”

“The best deserves the best, my dear.”

Teris shivered at the husky drop of his voice. She had to look away from him, the hunger shining in his amber hues turning her knees to gelatin.

“Will you at least let me to give you this first.” She set the container of cake down before him, knowing that her small offering would never measure up to whatever he gave.

“What’s this?”

“I made Hizashi's favorite dessert to celebrate our first patrol. Seeing as I wouldn’t be going out today if it weren’t for your help and instruction, I wanted to bring you a piece.” She grimaced slightly at the closed container.

She should have tied a ribbon around it. Possibly even attached a small note. But what would she have written that she couldn’t simply just tell him? I like you? There was that, but she doubted she would've had the nerve to even pen such a thing.

Kai stared at the container in jubilant awe. It didn’t matter that it was the other Foundlings favored dessert. Or that it was made to celebrate her and Yamada Hizashi's first patrol. It was still a returning gift. She had accepted his courtship!

He rose from his seat, picking up package and taking Teris’ hand.

“Kai. Wha--” Teris allowed him to pull her out of the office.

She giggled at his behavior, adding to the happy lightness in Kai’s chest.

Hari heard a woman’s laughter and stopped in a cross hallway, letting them pass. His head turned, watching his Leader with Teris. Was that a smile on the Dragons face?

Kai led her into the kitchen. Setting down the container, he reluctantly let go of her hand.

Teris watched him pull out a fork and warned. “I hope you like sweet stuff cause it’s super sugary. I honestly don’t know how Hizashi managed to eat three pieces and fall asleep hours later.”

Kai paused. He wasn’t a fan of sweets. But this was her first gift to him. He would suffer through.

As soon as he lifted the lid, the sugary smell assaulted his nose. It made his jaw ache in the same way something terribly sour would. Taking a fortifying breath, he took a bite.

Teris watched, her face going from hopeful to disappointed and finally amused. “You hate it.”

Kai chewed, struggle to swallow the one small bite. He licked his lips, the coat of chocolate and cream sticking to his tongue. “It’s really sweet.”

“I told you.”

As much as he wanted to partake of her gift; this was something that he couldn’t suffer through, even for her. “I don’t care for sugary sweets.”

“And you took a bite! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you made it.” Kai said, silently adding, because you gave it to me. Even if you don’t realize what you’re doing, you’ve accepted my courtship and have given me a courting gift in return.

“Kai. If you don’t like sweet stuff, you should've just told me.”

Kai set down the fork and wiped his mouth, moving to her. “I like sweet stuff just fine. I just prefer natural, more complex and tasteful sweets, like you.”

Teris blinked, but quickly recovered. “Are you calling me complex?”

His hand gripped her waist, pulling her closer. “Tell me that you’re not. But know, that like wrong answers, lies will see you punished in the best way I can imagine.”

“And just how imaginative are you?”

Kai smiled. “For you, Beautiful. I could be very imaginative.

His head tilted, lips brushing hers.

Teris sighed at the contact.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, hand coming up to cup her cheek and hold her in place should she try to pull away. But he need not have worried.

Teris’ arms hooked around Kai’s neck, tugging him closer.

Cake completely forgotten, Kai deepened the kiss, mouth opening to nip and suck at her tender lips. This was the kind of sweetness that he loved. She tasted perfect. Better than he could have imagined. Like honey mixed with citrus and strawberries.

His tongue entered her mouth set on exploring every bit of her, but the sound of male voices stopped him. With a growl Kai pulled away, lifting his head to glare the members of his Ilca that were just now entering the kitchen.

Short as the kiss had been, it had left Teris breathless. Dazed, she stepped to the side and turned to face three of Kai’s Ilca.

“Boss.” Tengai inclined his head.

Nemoto turned away, trying to exit the kitchen he had just entered. It was clear that they had disturbed something and the Dragon was displeased. But Tabe was there, pushing him back in.

“Cake!” Tabe exclaimed, having smelled the sweet from down the hall.

Claws sprung out from Kai’s fingers, his hand turning scaled. His lashing talons narrowly missed Tabe’s reaching hand.

Tabe jerked his hand back from the dessert. In a mix of fear and confusion, he looked from Kai’s embedded claws, to his Leader’s cold golden eyes. Kai didn’t like sweets. Why would he defend a piece of cake?

“Mine.” Kai told, eyes slitting.

Tabe nodded numbly. “So—sorry, Boss.”

“You said you didn’t like sweets. Could barely eat one bite.” Teris turned back to Kai, a playful smile on her beautiful face.

Kai’s hand and eyes were back to fully looking human, though he kept his hand on the counter-top, fingers covering the gouge marks his claws had made. He didn’t want to needless concern Teris about the temper he has just shown.

5.4

As much as Teris had enjoyed the kiss, she had done her best not to give Kai a chance to kiss her again. She had this whole new world to figure out and find her place in. She couldn’t get distracted by a romantic relationship. Not until she at least figured out what she was. Not to mention that if she returned distracted today, Aizawa would surely notice and order her to stay home.

Kai looked up at the clock. He hated not getting to spend a full day with Teris. Hated that she had done her best to keep her distance. What had started out as one of the best days he ever had, had turned somewhat sour at her avoidance.

He understood her reasoning, even if she hadn’t said as much. Going out on patrol while distracted could be dangerous. Deadly. It was why he hadn’t pushed. He wanted her sharp, focused, and safe. But understanding didn’t change how he felt, and he felt disappointed.

The thought of the hell he was going to put his Ilca through during training, brightened his foul mood a fraction. Looking over to where Teris sat and seeing her in his true forms colors brightened his mood immeasurably more.

He didn’t like her sitting so far away. It didn’t matter that the space wasn’t more than twenty feet. It was too far for his liking. He would have to come up with a reason to have her sit with him at his desk.

The thought of her working beside him eased his tense muscles.

“Kai.” Teris got to her feet, setting the book she had been studying on the coffee table. “I think I should get going. Shouta wanted me back by noon.”

Kai got to his feet and made his way over to her. “Be careful.”

“I will. You trained me well.”

Though acidic bile rose in his throat he forced the words out, knowing it was for Teris’ own good. “Listen to Aizawa when you’re out there.”

“I will.”

He stepped closer. Tucking her hair behind an ear, his fingers and inner wrist trailed along her neck, scenting her. “Are you ready for your gift?”

Her mouth opened.

Kai reached into his pocket.

“Kai. I—You—“

“It’ll keep you safe out there.” He said, hushing her as he pulled the gift from his pocket.

Teris eyed the purple silk cord and gold charm wondering how a necklace would protect her.

“Bow your head. Let me put in on.”

Still unsure, she did as he bid. Surprised at how the charm could feel both light and heavy.

Kai pulled her hair out from the cord, letting the necklace settle around her neck. “Prefect.”

Teris held the gold charm, examining it. Her breath caught, realizing what it was. “It’s… a scale from your true form.”

Kai’s smile grew. She was so clever. Constantly proving he had made the right choice in picking her as a companion. She might not have accepted him as a companion just yet. But with his scale around her neck, everyone, including Aizawa, would know of his claim on her.

Maybe now the Sphinx would give up and quit scenting what was his, he thought.

“What does it do?” Teris asked, holding and looking at it.

It marks you as mine, Kai thought. But he couldn’t tell her that. Instead he hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her head, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “It’ll protect you. Now go.” Before I lose control and keep you here, kissing you good and proper. “You don’t want to be late.”

Teris stretched up to her tip-toes, kissing Kai on the cheek. “Thank you.”

Kai watched her go, sure in her safety. Too bad for him he didn’t take into account the immense hate those that had sided with the griffons still held. Or the vehement faith some still had in the last remaining member of dragon-kind.

***So this fic will have a LOT more world building than my others. Please feel free to comment or send me an ask if you have any questions.

Thank you to those who have left hearts. And a special thank you to those who have left comments and/or reblogged. They really mean a lot.

Special thank you to @inorganicone2230 who knows of my love for the mythic and encouraged me to start this fic without stressing about the other two I’ve got going. Your friendship means the world to me.

#aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #hizashi yamada #bnha #my hero academia #fanfic #abo

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cuddletime-blog · 5 years ago

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Gavin: Summer Hike Date

It was currently 6 am on a Saturday morning. Gavin and I had plans for a summer weekend date to go hiking at a nearby national park to see the morning sun in the sky, view a waterfall, and have a picnic together for lunch. I packed a small backpack with a reusable water bottle, a first aid kit, some granola bars, a small bag of trail mix, a compass, a map, hand sanitizer, sunscreen, insect repellent spray, my cell phone, and a cell phone charger. I brought along a homemade packed lunch for the both of us as well. I decided to make 2 kinds of sandwiches: roast beef sandwiches with lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise, and mustard, and also chicken bacon sandwiches with bell peppers and caramelized onions. I also packed a simple mixed fruit salad for dessert and a thermos of lemon iced tea.

Gavin got a rental car, which was a blue Jeep Wrangler to drive us to the national park and we decided to bring along my favorite dog Flyer with us on our trip. He picked me up from my apartment in the morning and I thought Gavin looked especially cool driving in an SUV. Flyer was sitting in the back seat and the window was slightly rolled down so that he could enjoy the pleasant breezes along the way on our drive to the park. I really looked forward to hiking with Gavin and Flyer.

I was worried about slowing down Gavin and not being able to keep up with him since I was not a very active outdoors person, but the hike was rather enjoyable. Gavin kept Flyer on a leash. We walked at a moderate pace and stayed on the trails, following the signs along the way. The sun was up and shining, but there were nice, shaded areas when we hiked towards the waterfall. The views of the canyon were great and I took a few nice photos of the pine trees and rocky trails. We made our way to the waterfall, which made a stunning 60-foot drop. The hike was 3.3 miles out and back with 400 feet elevation change and took about 1 hour and a half to finish. I took plenty of photos of the waterfall when we arrived there. I asked Gavin to pose with Flyer and take photos of the 3 of us together at the waterfall.

There were some rocks along the trails and I tripped at one point when I was busy taking a photo and didn’t pay attention to my footing, but Gavin was there to prevent me from falling over. He grabbed ahold of me as I fell into his sturdy arms and broad chest. Gavin kept a firm grip on my waist and put his arm protectively around me just like all the other times he had shielded me from danger. I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart beats and smell the clean and slightly citrusy scent of his deodorant. His hand stroked the hair on the back of my head for a bit. He said, “Please don’t get so carried away with taking photos that you don’t notice your surroundings. We might not be able to continue with the hike and see the top of the mountain if you got seriously injured along the way.” I felt embarrassed about my little mishap and assured Gavin that I would be much more careful from now on so that I won’t lose my balance like that again. He didn’t let me leave his side and kept a close eye on me, making sure I didn’t have any other clumsy accidents.

We hiked further up the mountain to see an amazing view from the peak. Once we were there at the top, I took some more photos with Gavin and Flyer and we rested for a while to snack on some walnuts and almonds and give Flyer a generous drink of water. Then, we descended from the mountain towards the camping ground area where we planned to have our picnic lunch. There were wooden tables at the camping area and I took out the homemade lunches from my backpack. Gavin smiled, seeing all of the food that I had prepared for the both of us. I fed Flyer 2 pieces of bacon from my sandwich and patted him lovingly on the head. Gavin ate most of the foods so I was very happy he liked everything. We sipped on the refreshing lemon iced tea and I personally fed Gavin a few pieces of fruit on a fork to try. He blushed, saying the fruits were all very sweet and that I should eat some fruit salad too. I joked with Gavin and told him that next time I would add some slices of sour apples into the fruit salad too, reminding him of the time that he bought sour apples and said he would finish eating them all by himself. We laughed and it was such a good lunch break. I felt so happy that we had completed our hike.

I sat under a tree with Gavin and we chatted for a long time and held hands. I leaned my head on his shoulder, enjoying the shade and I felt so relaxed sitting next to him. We threw a ball back and forth to play afterwards so that Flyer could play fetch. Then, Gavin said that he was taking Flyer to let him do his doggy business. A short time later, Flyer came walking over to me, having just returned from his quick walk with Gavin. Flyer was holding in his mouth a white gift box that was wrapped in a pretty blue ribbon. I opened the box and inside was a silver charm for a bracelet shaped like a dog that looked just like Flyer. Gavin said, “You can attach it to your gingko leaf bracelet. I thought that you would like it because that charm looks so much like Flyer.” I was really touched and stood up on my tippy toes to give Gavin a sweet kiss on the cheek. I said, “It’s beautiful. I love it. Thank you so much Gavin!” Thus, I had a wonderful summer hiking date with Gavin and Flyer.

#mr. love queen's choice #mr love: queen's choice #mr. love: queen's choice #mr love queen’s choice #mr. love gavin #mr love gavin #love and producer #bai qi #mlqc fanfic #mlqc gavin

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imagine-loki · 6 years ago

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Of Numbers and Strange Friendships

TITLE: Of Numbers and Strange Friendships CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 15/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being friends with Peter Parker RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: None so far. Also on AO3 here

“What’s the number today?” Peter asked as they strolled the streets of New York in costume.

“That depends on your answer to the following: what exactly is this?” Loki asked as he stared at the Midgardian food Peter had handed him while they were out on patrol after they’d finished Peter’s homework. Peter was a growing boy and starving all the time and Loki was Asgardian and a bottomless pit, though not as bad of one as his idiot brother. They often bought food while they were out on patrol and Stark left them money just for the purpose of making sure Peter was fed and happy.

“It’s a hotdog,” Peter replied. He’d lifted the bottom of his mask up above his mouth so he could eat.

Loki looked dubiously at the meat? in the bun in his hand. Plus all of the glop on top of it. “Are you sure this is edible? The meat is… questionable…” he’d probed it with magic and didn’t want to know what it was made of after that.

Peter laughed. “C’mon Loki, everyone here eats them. New York is famous for their hot dogs. You have to try it, at least. If you don’t like it we’ll go to that cafe you like and get you a slice of cake,” he offered.

Loki huffed. “We are doing that regardless, spider-child,” he teased his friend, which just made Peter light up in laughter. He stared dubiously at the hot dog for another moment before he took a bite of it.

“Well?? What do you think?” Peter demanded once Loki had swallowed.

“Edible,” Loki finally admitted. “Though I doubt it will ever be among my favorites,” he pondered Peter’s original question. “Three. Two after we get that cake,” he said with a wistful expression. Sweets were his weakness and Peter wasn’t above using them to bribe the god.

Peter chuckled and they wandered in the direction of the cafe Loki liked, eating their hotdogs as they walked. They stopped a couple of robberies on the way and Loki lit up in delight when he finally got his cake. The cafe had taken to setting a slice aside for him in case he showed up on afternoon patrol. He always made sure to tip well when he did stop by. After Peter had explained the concept of tipping, of course.

Peter seemed subdued as they left the cafe, something was on his mind. Loki looked him over thoughtfully. “What is on your mind, arachnid?” he asked. He was as careful as always not to address Peter by name while they were on patrol. Peter didn’t seem to mind the nickname. He knew it was a nickname of friendship. He could usually gauge Loki’s mood by what nickname the god chose for him that day.

Peter sighed. “Sorry, it’s just a hard day…” he hedged. Loki was a patient hunter and just looked at his friend, his adopted little brother, expectedly. Peter sighed heavily again before he answered. “It’s the anniversary of the day Uncle Ben died…” he admitted softly.

Loki paused in their strolling. “You should have told me,” he said and wrapped his arm around Peter’s shoulders comfortingly. He teleported the two of them to the top of the nearest building so they’d have privacy.

Loki had learned a lot about hugging in his friendship with Peter. He’d also heard tons of stories about Peter’s uncle. Peter obviously highly admired the man. Though if Loki had to hear the phrase ‘with great power comes great responsibility’ one more time he might be tempted to place a silencing spell on the child so he could never say that phrase again.

“Midgardian tradition is to go visit his… resting place… correct?” Loki asked, trying to be supportive of his friend when he was in need. Peter’s arms wrapped around Loki’s waist and he nodded against Loki’s shoulder. “Do you wish to visit him?” he asked, gentling his voice. He knew this was difficult on the teen. He’d been so young when he lost his parents and his uncle had been like a father to Peter until he died. Peter had had his powers then, which made his uncle’s death even harder, since even with powers, Peter hadn’t been able to save him from getting shot.

Peter hesitated. “I do, but… I’m scared,” he admitted softly. He always said that the reason he always wore a mask was so the bad guys couldn’t see when he was afraid. “I couldn’t save him-”

“I know, arachnid. And I am sure he understands,” he could see how much Peter wanted to go visit his uncle. Wanted to say something to him. No, not wanted to, needed to say something. “W-would you like for me to accompany you?” Loki asked gently. Peter tended to be braver with his friend with him. Since he’d gotten shot, Loki had been a bit overprotective. The result was that Peter was 10,000% sure that Loki would never allow any harm to befall him. And if any did, those who had done so would die a slow and torturous death. Peter didn’t completely approve of that, but he’d spoken with Thor about it to understand more of their culture. He understood why Loki had reacted that way, even if he didn’t completely agree with Loki’s actions.

“You would come with me?” Peter asked, pulling off his mask and giving Loki a hopeful expression.

Loki huffed and rolled his eyes. “I would not offer were I unwilling,” he replied, which made Peter smile at the usual response. Loki appreciated anything that could get Peter to smile. “Shall we go now?” Loki asked. Peter nodded before he lost his nerve. Loki let his magic shimmer over the pair, dressing them in their usual clothes for strolling around the city. Peter gave him the address for the cemetery and Loki teleported the pair there. Peter led the way unerringly through the cemetery and Loki stayed by his side as they walked in silence.

He stopped in front of the grave of one Benjamin Parker.

Peter stood in front of it, looking sober for a moment before he offered the grave a bright smile. “Uncle Ben, this is my friend Loki. Though I think he’s kinda adopted me as a kid brother by now. I’ve told him all about you. I think you would’ve liked him had you gotten the chance to meet him,” at Loki’s confused look at Peter’s sudden change Peter explained with a smile, but a slightly haunted look in his eyes. “Aunt May kept insisting that he would want me to remember him as he’d been, to honor his life, not mourn his death, and acknowledge that he’s in a better place,”

Loki nodded. “That he is,” he agreed. Then, to Peter’s surprise, knelt down in the grass in front of the tombstone, in his full suit. Peter knew Loki well. He knew how little Loki would want to ruin his fancy clothes, even if they were illusion. Nor would he willingly kneel before anyone unless it were important. Loki bowed his head and recited the slow and careful prayer: “Benjamin Parker, I bid you take your place in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave shall live forever. Nor shall we mourn, but rejoice, for those who have died the glorious death.” His prayer completed, he summoned a flask of Asgardian alcohol and two shot glasses. He poured two shots, one of which he drank, and the other he poured out on Ben’s grave.

He stood and stepped back, brushing dirt off his pants, and allowing Peter to continue his visit properly. Peter was looking on amazed and would be asking questions the entire way home. “Uncle Ben, I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. I’m Spiderman and a superhero, and I couldn’t save one of the people who meant the most to me. You always said ‘with great power comes great responsibility’. My responsibility is to protect those I care about and I failed you,” his voice shook as he spoke. Loki wrapped an arm around Peter’s shoulders while tears fell from the teen’s eyes.

“You did not fail him. His death was a tragic accident. As simple as that he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. You were not even there. You honor his memory with your determination to help those weaker than yourself,” Loki reassured him.

Peter smiled up at him. “Thanks Loki, you’re right.” Peter turned to his uncle’s grave. “I promise to do my best to make you proud, Uncle Ben,” he said with a bright smile and the pair turned to leave after saying goodbye to his uncle.

“So, what was that prayer?” Peter asked Loki and the inquisition began. It lasted the entire way back to the tower. Loki explained about Valhalla and his people’s traditions and beliefs about the afterlife. Peter was immensely curious about everything and Loki didn’t mind teaching someone so willing to learn.

Peter gathered up his school things when they returned to the tower. He needed to get home for dinner and he was sure Aunt May would want to visit Uncle Ben. “Thanks for today, witch,” Peter said with a smirk as he left.

Loki glowered. “I am not a witch! Annoying little spider-child!” he protested loudly while Peter laughed and ducked into the elevator before Loki could retaliate.

#Loki #God of Mischief #Submitted fic #submission #Chapter 15 #nekoamamori #Of numbers and strange friendships

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mercurykelly · 6 years ago

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Day One

In which our heroine ventures out into the great unknown, has lunch with an old friend, reserves a room in the wrong town, and eats filet mignon.

I wake at 6, shower, pack the car, kiss my husband goodbye and am heading south on I-5 by 7:45, Starbucks coffee and breakfast sandwich in hand. I remember to turn on the trip mileage tracker at the Mt. Luther King exit. First stop for gas at Centralia.

The first day of a road trip is such a high – don’t we all love the sensation of leaving it all behind and heading toward unknown adventure? I feel lighter, freer, and ecstatically happy as I sail past the last possible exit that I would take for a routine day trip.

I listen to Brock and Salk on 710 KIRO and then to the Professor until the station fades and falters in Portland. From then on, I search for oldie stations so I can sing along with songs from my youth. I’m wide awake and full of zim and this mood takes me all the way to Sublimity – a tiny town near Salem Oregon, where I make a stop to visit Irene Marchbanks. Irene and I worked for SSA back in the day. We were both pregnant with sons in 1980 and 81 and exchanged notes and tips and doctors’ names and so on throughout. I was one month ahead of her so I filled her in on everything I was experiencing. Our sons weren’t in the same school district but they went to each other’s birthday parties and various other celebrations until Irene got promoted and moved first to Eastern Washington and then to Salem where she was the District Manager until she retired. I hadn’t seen her in something like 20 years, so we had enough news to keep us going through lunch – a slice of great pizza with a yummy salad at PanezaNellie Breadstick Shoppe. (If you’re ever in Sublimity I recommend a visit.)

Then back to Irene’s house so I can say hi to her husband Don who is a superman when it comes to gardening, hunting, fishing, growing vegetables and making wine and jam. He gives me a tour of his shop which is organized to the Nth degree and contains a dizzying array of tools and equipment. Also impressive is a two-story wall filled with skeletonized deer heads and antlers. I get a tour of the garden – grapevines trained along the tops of fences, several types of berry bushes, a huge garden and a greenhouse for delicate produce. A bottle of homemade wine and a jar of jam are parting gifts.

I head east on State Hwy 22 through the Santiam State Forest and along the shores of Detroit Lake. It’s a lovely sunny day so the lake is bright blue and the forest lovely shades of bright spring green. Then it’s US Hwy 20 to Sisters and on to Bend. I first encountered Sisters many years ago when I was working in this part of Oregon. It is named for the mountains that cluster west of town. I remembered it as a cute artsy place and as I am driving I decide to spend the night there so I can explore the shops and drink a glass of ale in an imaginary super cute pub. I also imagine a healthy pub meal (contradiction in terms?) to go along with the ale. As I navigate the twists and turns and stretches of road construction I keep thinking about how great it will be when I get to Sisters and use the mental image of the pub and the ale and the healthy meal to keep me going. At one point I pull over and quickly book a hotel in Sisters using Hotel Tonight .

As I draw closer to Sisters I pull over again and put the hotel’s address into the GPS in my phone. This is when I realize I’ve accidentally booked a hotel in Bend, another 20 twisty, exhausting miles further.

This is the kind of thing that can happen when you book too cavalierly on Hotel Tonight. You may put Sisters in the search engine, but Hotel Tonight will pull up any hotel it deems close enough and sure enough it had pulled up the River House in Bend which I booked without realizing the hotel wasn’t situated in my destination of choice. Bookings in Hotel Tonight are nonrefundable, so I was stuck. Those last few miles to Bend were not fun.

I checked in, located my room and somehow found the strength to haul in two suitcases, the CPap bag, the Yeti cooler (very heavy), another couple of smaller bags that held electronics and assorted books and entertainments, my yoga mat, and PT paraphernalia.

Exhausted I headed down to the bar I’d seen next to the front desk. It was very crowded but I managed to score a seat and ordered the beer I’d been promising myself for the last 60 miles. I struck up a conversation with the guy next to me who said he lived in Sisters. You’re kidding, that’s where I hoped to stay, but booked here by accident.

Oh well, they’ll take care of you here all right, he said. He was friends with the bartender. Turns out he is also a bartender plus he has a sideline business making barbeque sauce and in fact has some of his sauce entered in the 32nd Annual American Royal World Series of Barbecue Sauce Contest to be held that weekend in Kansas City. He tells me he has created several flavors of BBQ sauce and sells it all over the northwest. Cool job I said. He shrugged. Not a lot of money in it and it’s a lot of work. It’s good when I get a big order, but also daunting because if I don’t have enough sauce on hand I have to make it fast in order to fill the order. Keeps me busy.

I order a filet mignon. I’m ready to switch from beer to red wine and the BBQ guy offers advice. Seems that he eats at the River House often and knows the wine. He suggests a Zinfandel, but I hesitate. How about Pinot Noir, he says. Okay, I know this makes me a Philistine but I just do not like Oregon Pinot Noir – it’s too fruity. I tell the guy this and add that I’m okay with Pinot Noir from California. (I’m not proud of this exactly but do feel that it tempers the Philistine label slightly.) That’s because the Californian Pinot Noir is blended with Merlot and Cabernet he says. Shot down again.

My favorite wine is Syrah. There’s a Syrah on the menu and I order it. It works well with the filet mignon which is the best steak I’ve had in years, no exaggeration, the kind of steak that seems to melt on your tongue.

The BBQ guy takes off (he introduces himself when he leaves – I’m pretty sure his name was Joe but I can’t swear to it). I finish my meal and wine and stagger up to my room. I had big plans about catching up on reading, writing, and working on various projects in the evenings, not to mention PT exercises and swimming and regular sessions on the elliptical. Ha. I’m too exhausted to do anything, even reading a trashy novel seems too difficult. As I turn out the lights, it occurs to me that I’m staying – the first night too—in the kind of hotel room my husband warned me against – one with a door (actually two doors, counting the slider at the back of the room) that opens directly to the outside. But I’m far too tired to worry about it. In minutes I’m fast asleep.

#roadtrip #travelingfool #Bend #Sisters #Sublimity #Oregon #filet mignon #RiverHouse

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hey-hey-chan · 7 years ago

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Just Friends - Hyunjin (SPINOFF)

YAY ! This is your real present Astrella @straycuties! Even I’m not that much of a jackass to not give you your real bias laskfadkj

bUT happy birthday!!!! Make it an eventful one because you’re turning the big ONE EIGHT!! :D I hope you have fun today and enjoy getting your tattoo lol

Also, I’m not going to be cheesy, but yeah you’re cool .... :/

PART TWO !!! Written by @stk0t9 who stuck with my through this collab!! Aahh we had so much writing it so give support to her as well! :D

This scenario is based off of my earlier series called Just Friends which featured a different OC & Changbin! You don’t have to read that series to understand this one, but it would help somewhat.

Just Friends - Changbin Pt. 1 , Pt. 2, Pt. 3/finale

“HYUNJIN GET UP!!” I yelled from the top of the staircase.

I sighed when the boy didn’t even shake from his slumber, or his “depressive state” as he called it. “Hyunjin seriously? I want to go out and explore the world!” I pulled the blanket off of the boy, which confused me as to why he had them in the first place, it was 85 degrees outside.

“Leave me alone.” He said full of sniffles. I shook my long red hair out of my face and faced the boy.

“Seriously? You’re still upset about that girl who dumped you-“

“She didn’t dump me, well, I guess she rejected me but…” He let out a strong breath of air which made me smell his horrid breath. I groaned and turned up towards the back of the couch. “It was my fault I shouldn’t have fell for her since she has a boyfriend. But she’s so amazing and nice, unlike some girl I know.”

I knew he was just joking, somewhat, yet, I still felt a pang in my chest as he said those words. He always hit my insecurities even if he never realized it. He was always so caught up in his own problems that he never noticed mine nowadays. I wouldn’t be surprised if he forgot my birthday next week too.

“Hyunjin, it was her loss really. You are like the most popular guy in our high school, and she’s some nobody. Like I don’t even remember her name.”

“It’s-“

“NO! Her name is forbidden! You have to get over her and the first step is to a: never say her name again. B: I don’t know what else but you will!” I tried to wrestle him off the couch, but there was no budge from the boy.

“Easy for you to say! You’ve never loved someone, you don’t know what heart break feels like.” I couldn’t help the laugh that burst out from my body. He raised a brow at me, but said nothing, thankfully.

“Ok lover boy, I’m leaving, enjoy your time in mourning over your love.”

“No! Don’t leave, I don’t want to be alone.” He whined. I felt him grab onto my waist, making me flinch back at the contact.

“HEY! Hands to yourself buddy!” I crossed my arms and glared at him. Even though we were best friends, I never liked skinship. I never held his hand, laid on his lap or vice versa, or anything like those cliché movies. I wouldn’t let my own feelings come to light.

It would be so embarrassing to be rejected.

“Sorry, ok, ok I won’t touch you if you just stay here with me. Please?” He jutted out his bottom lip and gave me his best set of puppy eyes. I felt myself melting already, so I plopped down in the chair next to him.

“Fine, but this isn’t because of you, it’s because of me being too lazy to go.” He gave me one of his famous eye smiles and he knew he had me.

“Sure, Y/n, whatever you say.” I knew he was teasing me but I said nothing. We laid in silence for a few moments, letting the heat and sadness soak us.

It was the summer before we went off to college and I had pictured an amazing, fun, and inspiring summer with my best friend. Instead I got a heartbroken boy who was pining over a girl who was already taken. He had met her about a year and a half ago, and he had dated one girl during that time, but it never healed his broken heart.

Especially since he hung out with this girl all the time and he seemed to fall more in love with her each time he hung out with her. This dumbass let himself fall head over heels for her. Which left no room in his heart for me: his tomboyish best friend he’s known since we’ve been in diapers.

I shook my head at the thought. No, y/n, you’re the biggest dummy for falling in love with him. Falling in love with someone who already had his eyes on everyone but you.

It was true. Hyunjin fell in love easily but he was always too shy to do anything about it most of the time. He was a handsome guy no doubt, but his flirting skills? Those needed work. Thankfully his face was flirting enough. But he had been in love with this girl for so long, I started to think I had no chance. He would always drop everything for her and leave me in the dust. It felt like I was a 3rd wheel in my own friendship.

“I’m sorry I’m being so mopey, I’m just really sorry about… you know who.” I nodded, glad he used that name. “I don’t even know why I confessed to her a week ago, like ack, I hope I didn’t make things awkward. She has a boyfriend.” He groaned and buried his face into the pillow. I rolled my eyes at his childishness secretly.

“Well, honestly, it was a really dumb move on your part, but I guess it’s easier now that you let it out? Now you can go back to being friends, no secrets from each other.” I said those words with a heavy heart, knowing I was hiding the biggest secret from him. He sighed and shook his messy bedhead.

“I guess so…” He trailed off, leaving me not to know what to say.

Honestly, he had these awkward pauses often. Like he was always thinking about the other girl more than he was thinking about his time with me. I know our relationship hasn’t been the same, at least on my part, for the past months, but he never noticed anything about it. He was a dense boy.

“Anyways, I can’t stay for long, I have to sell shirts at the fair later tonight.” At my statement, his ears perked up.

“Wait, that’s tonight?” I felt my heart break slightly, knowing he forget what the most important event in my life right now.

“Yes, that is tonight, and you better go doofus or else I’ll never forgive you.” He snorted and rolled to the other side of the gray couch.

“Impossible, you’ll always forgive me.” I shook my head, knowing that was true. He was impossible to shake.

“Are you trying to say you’re going to flake on me??” I accused and ran over to tickle him. I heard his laughter and he tried to push me away.

“No, no no! I’m going even if I have to rise from the dead to do so!” He called out, making me stop my tickle attack. I sat back down and took a deep breath.

“Good, I couldn’t last that much longer with the tickle attack in this heat.” I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead and stood up.

“Ok, so I have to go right now, don’t eat all of your ice cream or else your brother will be pissed at you. Ok bye! See you tonight! You better be there!” I shouted at him, pulling on my brightly colored shoes.

I heard him yell “bye” back as I shut the door.

I could already tell today was going to be a long day.

“Y/n! You’re here great! Time to set up the fair!” One of my coworkers had said to me. This fair was the biggest one in town and they always needed all hands on deck.

“Yup, I mean, I wasn’t going to miss this for the world.” I answered honestly. The lady shook my hand and laughed.

“I’m excited about your enthusiasm. But now that you’re here, could you please help with setting up the lights around the fair.” I nodded while tying up my hair. “Luna is over there, she’ll tell you what to do.” I waved to the older girl and walked away, trying to let loose of the nerves that were occupying my body. It was my first time doing something this big like hosting my own booth at a carnival. I felt numb to the anxiety that was rising in my stomach, but I tried to push the event off my mind.

Don’t worry, Hyunjin will be there, I’ll be fine.

“Ah, y/n, you’re here! Could you help me set up the lights on this booth?” I nodded and took the lights out of her hands. I stood on a ladder to set up the lights, making sure they were secure enough and would shine on the front side. I saw Luna walk away as she had other things to tend to of course.

Just as I had finish the lights, I felt the ladder wobble under me, making my anxiety sky rocket.

“Um, can anyo-“ Before I could finish my words, I felt the ladder start to fall under me.

“Y/n! GET OFF!” I heard a faint voice yell, but I could barely hear anything. I snapped out of the trance I was in and jumped off of the ladder and reflexively ran to the side as the ladder came down.

The lights came down as well, getting tangled in the ladder. I watched all of my hard work tumble to the ground and my heart split in 2. I heard a deep sigh from Luna who happened to be behind me.

“I’ll take the lights this time.”

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Throughout the whole day, terrible things kept happening.

I didn’t tumble off any other ladders, but I did accidently spray another booth with a hose, which brought upon a few enemies. Though, it wasn’t my fault the hose malfunctioned and I couldn’t hold it still. I also accidently spilled lemonade all over my clothes, making me have to use one of the shirts I was selling, which would be 20 dollars wasted. And on top of that, my booth still wasn’t decorated because of the mess I made and I was unsure if I would be able to decorate it in time.

“Y/n!” I set down the glass of lemonade I had and peered into the distance as to where I saw a boy running at me. He held up his bag and I saw my favorite food: chocolate cheesecake. I gasped and almost attacked the boy when I saw him.

“I-is this what I think it is?” He nodded and gave me one of his famous eyesmiles. I swear I would be over this boy if he didn’t know how to smile.

He was wearing a white T-shirt and khaki shorts with a gray baseball cap. I couldn’t help but notice our outfits were similar, but I guess that’s how best friends are.

“I don’t know, open it and find out.” I tore open the box and found a delicious slice of chocolate cheesecake staring at me. I turn to the boy and glared at him, crossing my arms, but I couldn’t help my smile.

“What is this for? Did you poison it? Why are you being so nice today?” I gave him a playful shove, but I felt him fall back from my strength.

“Oof, woman, can’t a guy just do something nice for his best friend? Is that too hard to comprehend?” He playfully knocked on my head twice, but I shivered at the close contact. I scooted back from him and dug into my cake.

“Whatever, I’m still suspicious of you.” I mumbled. I heard him whistle softly and adjust his shades.

“Ok so maybe, I needed chocolate cake to get over my heartbreak and saw you on the way-“ I punched him on the shoulder and shook my head. I knew there was another motive to this. He hasn’t gotten me cheesecake ever since he’d been…preoccupied with someone else.

“Hey! Don’t blame me, you-know-who and you could’ve been close friends, you both are spunky. Of course she would never hit me-“ I slapped him again to make him shut up, but I felt my cheeks burn already. It was terrible constantly being compared to some other girl he liked.

“I’m sorry, I hate all the girls who break my best friend’s heart. It’s the bro code.” I said matter of factly. I wiggled a fork full of cake at his face while he glared at me. “And if you think you’re getting any cake, you’re very wrong.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“I’m not dumb, I got a slice of my own before. And first, you’re not a bro. And second, she’s cooler than you.” He flinched away, but I was too hurt to hit him. I knew he was joking, but the feeling of constantly being compared never felt too great.

“Whatever, leave if you’re just going to insult me.” I pushed away the demolished cake and threw it away. “Now, I need to get back to work.” I turned to walk away from him, but I felt his hand grab my shoulder.

“Hey, don’t be mad at me. She might be the girl I love, but you’re still my best friend.” I clenched my jaw, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall. I hated how those had to be 2 separate people.

“Yeah and you’ll always be mine too.” He patted my back and walked away.

“See you at 7 then!”

Soon enough, the carnival began and all my negativity was drained away. Little kids were shooting out bubbles and their parents were purchasing things from all sorts of things.

My booth wasn’t extremely busy, but it wasn’t empty either. I got a few sales here and there which made me ecstatic.

“Wow, is it the one and only y/n?” I heard a familiar voice ask. I looked up from my shirts and found myself staring at the cockiest boy in school. I rolled my eyes and sat back in my chair.

“Wow nice to see you too, Han Jisung.” I mumbled, obviously not excited to see the boy. He scoffed and leaned over my table.

“Hm, where’s your pole for a friend, what’s his name again..?” I scoffed and knew the boy was just trying to mess with me.

“His name is Hyunjin, you know that. You’re friends with him, you dumbass.” Jisung laughed loudly, making a few heads turn towards us.

“Ok you got me there. Anyways, are you free after-“ I stopped him before he could say anything else.

“Jisung, I am not going to go out with you. Go find another girl to play with.” I spat. He raised a brow and pulled down his cap. I thought he was going to be upset, but instead he gave me a small smile.

“Still not over the guy, huh?”

My heart stopped at his words. I clenched my fists in anger but held it in.

“Just go, Jisung.”

Jisung held him his arms in defeat and walked back slowly.

“Ok, ok, but if you get sick of him, you know where to find me.”

I groaned and wanted to face plant into all of my shirts, but I couldn’t get them dirty.

Soon, 7 turned into 8, then 8 turned into 9.

“Where is Hyunjin? My booth closes at 9:30.” I muttered sadly.

I felt tears build up in my eyes when I realized the boy just wasn’t coming. He had barely gone out of the house to see any of my events, but I had hoped he would at least come to this one.

The most important one.

I folded the rest of my t-shirts and threw them in the boxes angrily.

“Hey, y/n, good work today. You can go home early, we’ll tear down your booth for you.” I nodded and thanked her.

“Thanks,” I muttered before escaping. I jumped in my car and felt the tears fall quickly.

“I’m so fucking stupid.” I hit my wheels and felt my body jerk in reaction to the pain. I tried to wipe my tears, but it was useless, they kept falling.

I looked at my phone for the first time that night.

“Wow, not even one text message.” I laughed sadly before throwing my phone to the back of my car. “Whatever, I don’t need him anyways. He’s been a shit friend for too long. I’m so done.” I felt myself break on the last sentence which through my emotions into a frenzy.

I’d been best friends with Hyunjin before I could speak, could I operate without him?

Well, I guess I’m going to have to now.

I washed my face with a wet wipe before starting my car quickly. It was a waste of my time to cry over boys who obviously didn’t care for me.

I drove home at lightning speed, not caring about the speed limit. And just at that second, I heard sirens come in from behind me.

“FUCK!” I shouted out. I pulled over angrily, but tried to hide my tears from the officer. “My parents are going to kill me.” I muttered aloud. This whole night was a train wreck.

“Hi, can I see your license please?” I pulled out my lincense and gave it to him. He inspected it and looked at me as well.

“So y/n, do you know how fast you were driving tonight?” I held back my sharp wit and shook my head.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize I was going so fast.” I apologized, hoping he would let me off the hook.

“Hm, I know you’re sorry but I’m still going to write you a ticket. You could’ve hurt someone or yourself. I know a carnival was tonight and kids are running everywhere.” He wrote me a ticket and handed it to me, making me feel numb inside.

“Drive home safely ok?” I barely heard what he said but I nodded numbly. I couldn’t even look at the cost, so I set down the ticket and started my car again.

I drove off at a normal speed this time, although my insides felt like they were shaking.

“Do not get a panic attack while driving, that’s a dumb move to make.” I didn’t know who I was talking to, but I felt like I had to speak all my thoughts to not feel so alone.

I finally made it home in one piece, but once I got home, I wished I never would.

I looked to the house next to mine and saw Hyunjin standing at the front of his house, talking to a girl with short black hair. She was beautiful and her laughed filled up the entire neighborhood.

So this is the girl.

“Hey, y/n!” He called out, pointing at the girl. She turned and smiled at me.

I knew I should’ve waved back politely or smiled back or walked over to them.

Instead, I shrugged and walked through my front door.

I was done with him.

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konyah · 7 years ago

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Beginnings

Chapter 12 – Growth

Summary: She won’t stay a baby forever.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.

Chapter one HERE | Previous Chapter HERE | AO3 | Part of Origins series

A/N: Motivation has hit me like a wrecking ball. Enjoy!

Within two-ish months, the two had finally found a home. It was in their ideal neighborhood, close to the hospital (for when Sakura decided to go back to work), and a decent size. While it was a little out of their price range, they were grateful that they were approved for a decent loan (mainly due to Sakura having a good credit score, especially compared to Sasuke’s non-existent one).

Of course, all of their friends and Sakura’s family offered to help them move in. With their assistance, they were able to get everything set up by the end of the day.

Sasuke was reflecting on this day seven months later. It was right after New Years, and he could easily say this was more than just a house. He couldn’t help but to gaze lovingly at the Uchiha crest on his wife’s back as she was dusting a random shelf. He was pulled back from thoughts when she spoke up.

“What should we get Naruto and Hinata as a gift for their baby? It’s going to be a boy, and he should be here in a month.” She continued her chore, not even turning around, “Like, what’s a gift that we would’ve wanted?”

“I don’t know.” Sasuke shrugged, “A gift card? Some extra diapers?”

Sakura sighed, “He’s your best friend, Anata. It should be more thoughtful than that.”

“Let’s go shopping tomorrow and look around a bit…” Sasuke’s attention was turned to where their nine month old was sitting.

Was sitting.

She has since perfected crawling, especially at a fast speed. She had silently migrated over to a plant that apparently looked rather tasty to her. Sarada was just about put the leaf into her mouth, that is, until Sasuke rushed to scooped her up. In the process, she dropped the leaf.

Her hands reached out to it in a tantrum as she cried, “Papa! No!”

Sakura spun around so fast she almost became dizzy, and Sasuke’s eyes went wide.

Immediately, they hugged and kissed Sarada, letting her know how incredibly smart she was. They were beyond overjoyed by what she had just said. Sarada’s tears stopped, but only out of confusion.

“You cheated, Anata.” Sakura playfully pouted, “I was hoping her first words would be Mama!”

Her first words.

~ Three months later, Sakura, Temari, Ino, and Karui were all in the kitchen, preparing for the party. Their husbands, Kakashi, and Tsunade sat in the main living space while the children played. Rounds of laughter, stories, and random chatter filled the air, only to be temporarily interrupted by knocking.

“Oh, that’s probably Naruto and Hinata…” Sakura walked out to the living space with slightly dirty hands, “Anata, do you mind answering the door?”

He nodded, though as he almost approached the door, Naruto opened it himself.

“Dobe,” Sasuke smiled, “You can’t just enter people’s homes like that.”

“You invited us over, and the door was unlocked, y’know.” He chuckled, holding the door open so Hinata could easily enter with the baby carrier.

“Sorry we’re late,” Hinata shyly bowed, “Boruto ended up having a small accident, so that threw us off by an hour.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Sasuke nodded, “We haven’t eaten yet, and I think they’re finishing Sarada’s birthday cake now.”

Once situated, Naruto sat in a chair next to Boruto’s carrier (which was placed on the ground) while Hinata joined the other girls in the kitchen.

Sarada’s attention was grabbed by the infant. He was almost two months old, and the smallest baby she had ever seen. Clumsily, she used the item nearest to her (which happened to be Kakashi’s leg) to stand up, and took confident steps to investigate.

Sasuke almost gasped, “Sakura! Come here!”

“What is it?” Almost running, she walked out of the kitchen, “No way!” She smiled from ear to ear as Sarada carefully stepped past her to get to Boruto, “We were starting to get worried! Most babies begin walking by eleven months!”

Sarada’s black eyes were open in awe at Boruto as she awkwardly crouched next to him.

“He’s handsome, right?” Naruto chuckled in amusement, “This must be love at first sight, eh, Sasuke?” Naruto looked at Sasuke right as the Uchiha glared at him.

In that moment, everyone watched, almost in shock, as Sarada raised her hand in a motion to smack the baby Uzumaki across his face. Instinctively, Naruto put his arm out to protect his son while Sakura scooped up her daughter.

“…Or not.” Naruto had a sheepish grin. Sasuke’s glare turned into a glint of pride.

“Sarada!” Sakura gently scolded her daughter, “We don’t hit! Especially babies.” Sarada frowned, almost crying.

“Maybe she’s jealous that she’s not that little anymore.” Tsunade teased as Sarada’s tears fell with little sobs.

“Oh, look, Sakura. You made her cry! On her birthday, after she just took her first steps!” This time, Ino teased.

Sakura ignored both of them, holding Sarada close to soothe her.

Her first steps.

Over a year and a half passed since then, and Sasuke found himself loving being a father more and more as the days went on.

Sasuke was laying on the sofa while reading a book, as Sarada sat on his stomach to watch one of her favorite children’s TV programs. It was occaisionally uncomfortable, especially when she would shift positions.

“I’m home!” Sakura called into the house as she took off her shoes, “And I have supper!”

Sarada excitedly wiggled off of Sasuke’s belly and ran to the door, “Mama! Welcome home!” She hugged Sakura’s legs before being picked up. Sasuke walked up to them not too much later, taking the bags of food from her hands.

“I didn’t feel like cooking.” She chuckled, “Long day at the hospital.”

“You could’ve texted me to cook.” He also took the lab coat off her shoulders.

“Eh, you were busy with watching Sarada.” She smiled as she walked towards the kitchen, “Besides, it sounded good to me.”

“Hm.” He shared her smile, thinking it sounded good too.

As Sakura set up the food (which didn’t take long at all), Sasuke put Sarada in her high chair.

“You two can go ahead and start eating. I’m gonna use the bathroom first.” After that, she disappeared to the restroom.

Not wanting to start himself before Sakura, he decided to work on feeding Sarada instead. Even though she was two and a half and could decently eat, she liked it when her Papa fed her.

When Sakura came back with a confused look, Sasuke asked her what was wrong.

“Did you forget to clean Sarada’s training potty after she used it?” They had been trying to get her to use a toilet for about four months now, to no avail on her own.

“No?” He was just as confused now. The two glanced at Sarada.

“Honey, did you go potty without telling Papa?” Sakura brushed her hands through short black hair.

Sarada nodded, “Yeah! When Papa was reading!”

“Oh my goodness! What a big girl!” Sakura leaned down to kiss her daughter, who giggled with pride, “I’m so proud of you, sweetie! That’s it, we’re gonna celebrate with cake after dinner!”

Sasuke smiled as Sarada cheered. After dinner, they did just that. Sasuke’s slice wasn’t very big, since he didn’t like sweets. When they were done, they bathed Sarada and tucked her into bed for the night. Not much longer after that, Sasuke and Sarada laid down in their own bed.

“I can’t believe how big she’s getting, Anata.” Sakura let out a satisfied sigh, “Already beginning to use the bathroom by herself. It won’t be long before she starts school… I’m happy, but I also miss how little she used to be.”

“Yeah.” Sasuke was on his back, eyes on the ceiling. He let a few seconds of silence pass before speaking up again, “Let’s have another.”

Sakura looked at her husband in shock, “W-What?”

“Since it’s your body, you get to chose.” He turned so they were face to face, “But, I wouldn’t mind if we had another kid.”

She smiled and nodded, “I-I’d love to, Sasuke-kun! I-I can ask Shizune or Ino to take out my IUD tomorrow at work.”

Without wasting a thought, their lips molded effortlessly together. Hands began to explore as Sasuke maneuvered so she was on top. He pushed her panties down effortlessly and began to massage her rear. As she began to kiss down his neck, he pushed her back up.

“I want you to sit on my face.” He almost growled.

“E-Eh?” Sakura blushed, “But I’ve gained wait since having Sarada…”

Their sex life had slowed down a bit after having Sarada, but that didn’t mean it was completely dead. Sasuke definitely still had his desires. Which Sakura could easily see in his mismatched eyes.

With a gulp, she raised herself over his face. Sasuke started by slowly licking around her thighs, his right thumb playing with her pink slit.

“Fuck, you’re wet.” He grunted, wanting nothing more than to burry himself inside her.

“S-Sasuke-kun…” Her voice came out in a soft sigh, “P-Please…”

With that, he ravaged her folds. His tongue teased her opening before circling her clit. For good measure, he pumped two fingers inside of her, curving them just the way she liked.

Sakura did her best to keep her moans somewhat quiet, not wanting to disturb Sarada’s sleeping upstairs. She gyrated against his face, her liquids covering his mouth. At this pace, it wasn’t long before she unraveled before him.

He groaned into her orgasm, the pulsating of her opening driving his mind wild. Every squeeze went straight to his achingly hard cock.

After coming down from her high, Sakura began kissing and biting down his chest, until reaching where he so desperately wanted to be touched. However, the moment she started stroking his length, he had to stop her. Confused, she looked up at him. He gently guided her face up to his mouth to tenderly kiss her.

“I’m too close for foreplay.” He hotly whispered in her ear, a gentle blush against his cheeks, “Let me fuck you.”

Sakura sat up with the evilest expression on her face, “Oh? You’re going to blow your load already?” She chuckled through his glare as she positioned herself on top of him, “How uncool of you.”

“Annoying.” He pushed his cock against her folds, practically begging to enter her.

“Am I now?” She acted like she was going to grant him what he wanted, but instead grinded her clit against him.

“Yes.” He squeezed her ass, his groan almost sounding like pain, “Jus-“ He was interrupted when she suddenly pushed him inside. The moan that came from her lips made his member twitch.

They started out with a lazy pace, Sakura circling around when he was deep inside her. Impatient, Sasuke pulled her head to his so he could pump with fervor.

“Ah!” Her mouth fell open has his cock hit that one spot his fingers couldn’t quite reach, “Fuck, there!” Sakura’s stomach felt like butterflies were tying knots inside her as she began climbing the ladder towards her orgasm. Her nails dug into her husband’s hair to signal that she was close.

Not wanting to be done yet, he flipped their positions, completely pulling out of her.

“Sasuke! No!” She almost cried, “I was so close…”

“Hn.” Payback. “Already? How uncool of you.” He smirked as his cock rubbed against her slick, swollen folds.

“It’s different for me!” She frowned. Honestly, she felt like (playfully) punching him for that stunt, “I can come multiple times, you can maybe orgasm twice in a session.”

He shrugged before sheathing himself within her again. Before bending down so their lips could touch, he put one of her legs over his shoulder to go deeper. She moaned into their kiss, relishing how incredibly good he was at this.

It didn’t take long before both of them were on the brink of their orgasm again. Their pace became sloppy and didn’t match as they were desperate to come. Sakura brought her hand to her clit, causing waves of pleasure to spike through her body. She came with a loud moan, Sasuke following suit soon after with his own grunts.

Their lips met as his warmness spilled inside. Sakura couldn’t help but to curl her toes at the amazing feeling.

Once their breaths slowed back to normal, he slowly pulled out, admiring how incredibly gorgeous his wife was. She was a little curvier after giving birth, breasts maybe a cup size larger. Of course, he could never complain about such a wonderful change.

He hadn’t realized that he was staring for a long time until her hands reached out for him to hold her. Sasuke granted her wish, gently stroking her back until green eyes closed into slumber.

That night, Sasuke couldn’t help but to think how lucky he was. Married to the woman he loved most, with an amazing daughter, and hopes to have another child. Honestly, he still believed he didn’t deserve this. But he still wouldn’t change it for anything.

Sasuke was finally content.

Growth.

Next Chapter

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agent-shield-blog · 7 years ago

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Start Over (3/?)

You were trained at a facility that made the best of the best assassins. When your graduation day was drawing near a group of the Avengers show up. You are taken back to NYC to join the Avengers, and you find it hard to adjust. But a famous someone comes in to save the day and offers you a deal you can’t refuse.

Pairing: Reader X Steve Rogers Featuring: Basically everyone Warnings: None Rating of Series: Pg-13

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8/Part 9/Part 10/Part 11/Part 12/Part 13

I continued looking around on the darknet until I heard a knock at the door. I slowly closed my laptop and made my way up from my desk. I walked over to the door and cautiously opened it. Through the crack, I could see Captain Rogers. I extended the door fully and motioned for him to come in. Captain Rogers looked around for a second before turning his view back to me.

“So what do you think?”

“It’s all very nice.”

“You a bit overwhelmed?” I stood in silence. We weren't supposed to show any emotions that would count us as weak. We had to be seen as stable people who could not be brought down. “It’s okay to admit it. When I first got back to New York City after my accident, everything had changed. The world was overwhelming, and honestly, for a moment I didn't know if I was going to survive.” I couldn't help but let out a laugh. As soon as I did, I was quick to cover my mouth.

“I’m sorry Captain Rogers. It’s just we learned about you at the academy, and well, you don't seem like the type to be intimidated by this sort of change.”

“Everyone has there moments (y/n). I’m sure you do too.” I looked back down at my feet. I hated admitting I had fears. Captain Rogers cleared his throat, and I turned my attention back towards him.  “Well, we were just getting ready to make dinner. We thought it would be a good chance for you to meet everyone and really connect with the team. If you want to?” I sat down at the edge of my bed and looked back up at Captain Rogers.

“At the academy, I didn't have friends; I didn't really socialize unless it was for practice. I want to get to know you all, but I don't want to fake it.”

“Well if you're up for it you can come with me and you can pretend this is practice. Just think of this as a class at the academy, except the only bad thing that can happen is you get tomato sauce on your shirt.” I couldn't help but smile at the joke. He was right. What did I have to lose? I could either stay in my room for all my time here, or I could make the best of my opportunity. I stood up and began to follow Captain Rogers who smiled at me. Before we were out of the room, he turned around to face me.

“You might want to change shirts though. Pasta and white shirts don't get along well.” I grinned knowing that I wouldn't spill a thing on my shirt. At the academy, we weren't just taught how to kill people. We were required to take multiple cooking classes. But I grabbed a sweatshirt from the closet and quickly changed in the bathroom. It felt bizarre to have something so lose forming on my body. I stared in the mirror for a moment before heading back out into the room and following Captain Rogers to the kitchen.

Once downstairs I saw all the Avengers in the kitchen. I couldn't believe that they could all fit, but then again it was a huge kitchen. Mr. Stark, Natasha, Clint Barton, Dr. Banner, Thor, Sam Wilison, James Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, James Rhodes, and Peter Parker. I took a deep breath before following Captain Rogers into the kitchen. This was a new battlefield for me, something I was never really prepared for. Walking into a social setting with a group of the worlds most famous heroes.

Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing. Some were working on making the pasta others were slicing and dicing. When I finally made my way into the kitchen, everything seemed to stop. For a split second all eyes were on me. Everyone smiled at me before returning to their kitchen duties. I stood aimlessly in the kitchen before Wanda tapped my shoulder, I spun around and was greeted be her smiling face.

“It’s very nice to meet you (y/n) I have only heard great things about you.” I gave her a small grin, not exposing my teeth. “Peter and I are in charge of the sauce if you would like to help. It’s tough to mess-up.” I followed Wanda over to where she and Peter had been working. Peter also gave me a smile before going back to cutting the tomatoes. What was up with everyone smiling? These people certainly couldn't be this happy all the time.

Wanada passed me a knife and a few tomatoes. Within 30 seconds I cut all my tomatoes and tossed them in the pot. Wanda looked over at me and seemed to be impressed. Little did she know I had taken so many cooking classes that I could prepare this whole meal by myself in no time. But I stayed quiet and continued to cut whatever she put my way.

As we worked, I listened in on the different conversations going around. Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner were discussing some of the new technology Mr. Stark had developed. Vision and Natasha were fighting over the amount of flour for the pasta. Vision said to stick with the recipe, Natasha told him she knew what she was doing. Captain Rogers and Mr. Barnes were listening to Mr. Wilison's and Mr. Barton's song choices. Thor and Mr. Rhodes seemed to be keeping quiet while everyone else worked. And Wanda and Peter were discussing some tv show that apparently had been on a few nights ago that they both watch. While I was listening to other conversations, I heard someone call my name

“(Y/n)?” I turned my head and saw Peter looking at me.

“Yes?”

“Do you have a favorite tv show.” I stood their awkwardly. We were only allowed to watch a few tv shows of every genre, so if asked this question we would be prepared. I stood awkwardly before replying.

“I guess it depends what genre we are talking about.”

“Comedy.” I quickly remembered the comedy I had watched

“Friends.” Wanda face lit up with excitement.

“I love that show. We will have to watch it together.” I smiled and nodded. For practicing social situation, I felt so unprepared.

After fixing dinner, we all sat down at the long table and began to eat. As I ate my food, I would occasionally glance around the table, and again everyone was looking at me. Everyone was getting into the conversation except for me. People were talking about past mission that they worked on together laughing about some of the idiotic things people would do in response to having to fight the Avengers. I was in the middle of the bite when Vision turned to ask me a question

“Miss (y/n) I must ask. What was it like at the academy, I've heard some negative comments about it?” I stopped eating and put down my fork. Everyone was glaring at Vision but also looked at me with concern. I didn't know what they expected me to say or how much they knew about it. I didn't want to be fake, not anymore, but personally, I wasn't a confident person. I didn’t like to share; I didn't like to discuss private things. I took a deep breath and pretended this was just work. That this was my first job, I had been given.

“The academy is well the academy. You learn the things that most children would never learn. You learn to read, speak, and write in five languages, I know ten. You study fine art, music, movies, tv shows. It's our jobs to be knowledgeable in society during jobs. If you don't know the latest tv shows or understand Netflix, you won't get far. I took a lot of science and math classes. We have our cooking classes, art classes. Its kind of like college but you take all the courses, and you are so much younger. You have to be ready for any job given when you leave the academy. This could mean going from a chemist at a lab, to being a librarian. You never know.” I stopped talking for a moment and looked for reactions. Most everyone seemed to be very understanding. I turned to Natasha who gave me a smile and a nod. Although the red room is ten times harder, I figured she would understand what I was going through. I took a deep breath before speaking again. “I know this all probably seems weird to you. Having to take in this girl from a place that raises assassins with no true agenda besides receiving money, and giving away their work. But we weren't raised on sides there. Some of us go on to work lives of good; others work for the opposite. But I want you all to know that I’m in this for the long run. I want to help. I want to use my skills and powers for something else. Something good.” Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner looked at each other and then back to me. Mr. Stark sat down his cup and cleared his throat.

“You said skills and powers am I correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What powers?” I was in shock. How could they know where I was and who I was but not know that I had powers?

“At the academy, the top of the class is genetically modified. This has been going on for about a few years now. I'm the fifth to be changed.” Now Dr. Banner spoke to you.

“What exactly are your powers?”

“I can shapeshift objects. for example.” I took the final swig of my water and sat the glass cup down on the table. I focused my energy on it. Under the table, I moved my hand every so slightly, and the cup turned into a tiny glass box. I waited a moment before changing the box back into a cup. Everyone just stared. They tried their best to contain the pure shock, but you didn't care. It was something apart of you now, and you were pretty sure there was no going back to how you were before.

Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner sat up immediately from their seats. Mr. Stark motioned with his hand for me to stand. I followed the two out of the kitchen and into the elevator.

“Where are we going?”

“Going to the lab. We need to get some tests done immediately.” You sighed knowing there would be more needles and blood involved than you'd like, but if it meant being a part of the team, you would do anything at this point. A little blood and pain wouldn't stop you.

Part 4

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imaginesebastian · 8 years ago

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I Want to Love You

Anonymous asked: can you do an first meet encounter? it can end however you’d like!

A/N: I kinda combined this with the one where someone requested more smut?? Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, smut, oral (male receiving)

The cool summer nights were one of your favorite things about life at the moment. You made it a habit to come to this park and sit on the swing, sketching a picture out in the dim lighting of the moon.

It calmed you, being able to watch people as dusk fell over the park and they began packing their things to go home. Soon enough, you were alone in the park and added shading to a drawing of the worn down park bench across from you that you had started a couple days ago.

The chains that held the swing up creaked while your legs pushed your body back and forth, swaying softly with the wind.

You heard rushed footsteps, causing you to slam your sketchbook closed and turn your attention to the sidewalk in front of you.

Your heart was in your throat, suddenly aware of the creepy situation ahead of you.

The footsteps walked in front of you, tripping over the raised concrete on the sidewalk. You held back a giggle, immediately stepping off the swing set and rushing to the person.

“Are you okay?” You said, putting your hand on the stranger’s arm while they groaned in pain.

They rolled over, revealing a pair of bright blue eyes surrounded by a scruffy beard and an embarrassed smile. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

You noticed a scrape on his cheek, “Oh no, you’re bleeding.”

He moved his hand up to his face, touching the little bit of blood and inspecting his reddened finger, “Ah, it’s nothing. I’ll be okay. Thank you.”

You helped him up from the ground and instinctively dusted off his shirt, taking note of the extremely advanced prosthetic arm he had. He chuckled as he noticed your stare, moving your hand to his arm, “I got this shiny bad boy years ago after a train accident.”

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-”

“No, it’s okay. A lot of people assume things and I find it better to be upfront about it.” He smiled warmly, watching you softly run your fingers over the hard metal. It was fascinating to you, you had never seen anything so advanced before.

You pulled away before it got weird, clearing your throat awkwardly and meeting his baby blues again. “I- I’m (Y/N).”

“Bucky.” He responded, his teeth shining in a large grin.

“Can I ask what you were doing running through the park at ten at night?” You questioned suddenly, gripping your sketch book tightly in your hand.

“It’s easier to run at night, that way I can go home and shower and go straight to bed,” he explained, “I didn’t plan on the whole falling over and scratching myself up part. Or the meeting a cute girl part.”

You blushed, giggling, “This park comes with a lot of surprises.”

After a moment, you noticed the scrape was bleeding a bit more, “You should really get that cleaned up.”

“I’m good.” He said, a tight smile on his face.

“No, no,” you didn’t think about the words as you said them, “I know a cafe that’s open 24/7. We’ll get you cleaned up there.” You grabbed his hand and led him out of the park, completely unsure of your sudden actions but deciding not to overthink anything.

Bucky didn’t talk on the way there, as it was a short walk and soon enough the bell at the top of the door rang and you were greeted by the kind old couple who ran the cafe.

“(Y/N)! Darling back so soon from your adventure?” The older woman exclaimed,

You laughed, “Not an adventure, just an art session. Bucky here needs a first aid kit, you got one?”

After your nights at the park you usually came to this little cafe for a small dinner and to finish off whatever you had drawn. They were very welcoming and offered a free slice of pie if you drew one of their grandkids for them. From then on, you grew close to them and enjoyed their company.

“First aid kit is in the men’s bathroom in the back.”

“Thank you!” You called out, pulling Bucky with you and opening the door to the men’s bathroom.

The first aid kit sat under the sink and you pulled it out while Bucky rose an eyebrow. “We’re moving a lot quicker than I expected. I mean, we’re locked in a small room together. . .”

A laugh left your throat, “Shut up, there’s blood in your beard.”

Bucky looked at his reflection, shrugging and sitting on the edge of the sink while you fiddled with the alcohol pads. You unfolded the alcohol pad and held Bucky’s head in your hand while you dabbed the pad against the cut.

He sucked a breath of air between his teeth, closing his eyes but allowing you to continue cleaning his wound.

You bit your lip, trying to concentrate but your eyes continued to be drawn to his lips.

You’d never been one to meet and hook up on the same night, but Bucky seemed to be a major exception. You knew so little about him but he seemed so interesting that you were drawn to him immediately.

You pulled the alcohol pad away, throwing it in the trash and reaching for a band-aid.

“You’re joking.” Bucky said as you unwrapped the band-aid.

“Can’t have you bleeding all over your face, can we?” You grinned, putting it on his cut.

He smiled, looking ridiculous with the beige fabric on his cheek. You giggled softly, covering your mouth while his jaw dropped. “Alright, unnecessary laughter. What are you laughing at?”

Although he questioned you, he couldn’t help but chuckle along with you. “I’m sorry,” your voice echoed off the bathroom walls, “you do look hilarious.”

“Am I still cute?”

His question threw you slightly off guard, as you didn’t know you were being that obvious about your interest in him. Your cheeks heated up as you tried to come up with an answer, “Of course.”

Bucky smiled, taking your hand in his, “Now it’s my time to drag you somewhere.”

“That sounds creepy.”

“Just go with it.” He said, rolling his eyes and leading you out of the bathroom. You laughed, following him out of the cafe.

His phone rang, causing both of you to stop pausing while he answered it, “Hello?”

Your ears perked in an attempt to listen to the other side of the conversation, only to have it muffled. “Right now? Can I bring a friend?”

Bucky hung up the phone and shrugged his shoulders, “Change of plans, would you like to come to my place?”

You raised an eyebrow, contemplating it. You didn’t want to leave Bucky, so you wanted to say yes. Don’t overthink, (Y/N), have fun.

“And what will we be doing?”

“Think of it as a late dinner. I have a lot of roommates so don’t be scared,” he began leading you again, “and I was just gonna take you out to eat but when Bruce is cooking, you know it’s going to be good.”

“Bruce?” you asked.

“One of my many roommates.” He explained, keeping held tight of your hand while you walked deeper into the city.

Eventually, you made it to a very large building. You couldn’t tell which one it was from the bottom, but it seemed a lot bigger than the surrounding buildings and you were immediately curious with what exactly Bucky was doing here.

He led you to an elevator and pulled out a key card, scanning it over the touch pad and hearing an automated voice, “James. Barnes.”

“What the fuck?” You said, looking around the fancy elevator and listening to Bucky’s angelic laugh.

“High security detail.”

You saw a small logo in the corner of the touch pad, familiarity rushing through your mind while you scanned through your sketchpad looking for the drawing you did of that exactly same logo.

“Holy fuck we’re in the Avengers tower.” You muttered, your eyes widening as Bucky threw his head back and laughed, “Man, took ya long enough.”

You smacked his chest, folding your arms across your chest with humor lacing your actions.

The elevator halted and the doors opened, leading you to a large room and Tony Stark standing in the center with a tablet in his hand. He heard your footsteps and looked up, “Bucky, come on man what the fuck do you have on your face?”

Bucky looked down, “Band-aid.” He whispered, defeated.

Tony turned his attention back to the tablet and you marveled in the glorious penthouse you were now in.

You continued to follow Bucky into a dining room where The Avengers all sat, talking animatedly throughout the table. Steve was the first one to notice you two, standing up immediately to greet you like the gentleman you read about.

“Hi, you must be Buck’s friend, uhm-”

“(Y/N).” You said, knowing Bucky didn’t mention your name on the phone call earlier.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Steve and we’re happy to have you here!” He said enthusiastically, making you smile.

Bucky wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “We just met tonight.”

“Oh?” Steve said, surprise evident in his voice.

“Yeah, he fell for me. Literally.” You muttered, causing Bucky to laugh loudly.

Steve raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips while he showed you and Bucky your seats.

It seemed very unreal, the fact that you were sat across from Natasha and Steve was to the other side of you. When you sat on that park swing earlier tonight, you had no clue you would be in this situation.

“Alright, it’s rare that we’re all in the same city for this long so I decided to celebrate with a good meal.” Bruce opened the doors of the kitchen and carried out a large bowl of pasta, causing your mouth to water.

Everyone immediately began digging in, most of them paying no mind to the fact that there was a complete stranger sat beside Bucky. Steve leaned towards you, “I haven’t seen Bucky this smiley in a while.”

You smiled, “I’m glad I could do that for him.”

Steve mouthed ‘thank you’, turning back to his food and listening intently to one of Thor’s stories.

You spoke with anyone who spoke to you, still amazed at the fact you were having dinner with The Avengers all because Bucky Barnes tripped in front of you.

Bucky squeezed your knee reassuringly when he noticed your words get shaky, allowing more confidence to be brought back to your sentences.

Everyone had finally finished their food, questions about your sketchbook and how you and Bucky met being thrown around the room. You answered everything with ease, and watched as everyone cleared their plates and left you and Bucky in the room alone.

“Was that fun?” He asked, tilting his head.

“That was literally the greatest meal I have ever had in my life.” You responded, watching Bucky’s eyes light up.

“So, I should head out. It’s after midnight.” You said, not knowing where to go from there. You definitely didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay and feel Bucky’s hands on your waist while he held you close.

However, he didn’t seem to be making any moves.

“What if I don’t want you to leave?” Bucky said, watching your raised eyebrow and shaking his head, “no, no. I mean- do you actually want to leave?”

“Not really.” You whispered, to which Bucky grinned.

He became serious, “Can I kiss you?” The question was so innocent and spoke so much about how much of a gentleman he was. Ever since the bathroom, you’ve been wanting him to kiss you and thought you were being very obvious about it. The fact that he still asked made your heart melt.

Without another word, you pressed your lips to his. He responded immediately his hands resting on your hips while you carried yourself to straddle his thighs.

His flesh hand grazed your skin beneath your shirt, causing your breath to be caught in your throat. Your hands laced through his hair, locking on the back of his head.

He lifted you from the spot on the chair, carrying you through the room. Never once did his lips leave yours.

Bucky struggled to navigate the stairs so you hopped off, giggling and following him to his room.

As soon as the door shut, he brought you in for a kiss again that left you breathless.

All of your thought processes were thrown out the window, lifting Bucky’s shirt off of his torso and following him to the bed.

“Fuck, doll. You’re killin’ me here.” He whispered, staring at your body above him. You smirked, “Stay alive long enough to get to the good part.”

A switched flipped in Bucky, his hands roaming your body and practically ripping your shirt off of your body.

His teeth nibbled on your neck, a victorious smile on his face when he got a moan to leave your lips.

You could tell that your night was about to get a whole lot more steamy.

He began to harden against your thigh, your attention immediately drawn to that area. Your hand slid down his body, stopping at the ‘v’ in between his hips.

Bucky’s breath picked up the lower you got, finally allowing your hand to rub over his clothed member, now as hard as a rock.

He unhooked your bra and sucked on your chest, your hand now unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them off of his hips. “Are you sure your okay with this?” Bucky asked, concern wiping over his features.

“Bucky,” you began to sink down his body, trailing kisses along the way, “I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn��t okay.”

Once you made it down to his navel, you sucked softly on the head of his erection, watching with pride while Bucky threw his head back in a moan. You continued to take him deeper into your mouth, sure to pleasure him in anyway you could.

It was extremely satisfying to have him writhing beneath your touch.

“If you want to go any farther than this, I suggest you stop.” He said, his voice husky and laced with pleasure.

With one last lick, you pulled off. He regained his composure and flipped the two of you over. Bucky reached into the drawer next to the bed and handed you the condom package, “Put it on me.”

You licked your lips, opening the package and feeling Bucky tense beneath you while you slipped the latex over his member.

His hands pulled off your shorts, and you were completely naked beneath him. “Oh god.” He said, rubbing your clit softly while his lips met yours again.

You grinded against his fingers, moaning into his mouth. “Jesus christ, just fuck me Bucky.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

He slid into your sex, a simultaneous moan leaving both of your mouths while he steadily rocked his hips back and forth. You couldn’t take his slow pace, so you flipped the two of you again, watching Bucky’s shocked expression.

His chest heaved and you began to bounce up and down quickly, feeling his nails press into your hips.

Your hands rested on his chest, your lips coming to his again.

The feeling of his hot skin against yours was enough to have your head spinning. Everything about him was so hot that you couldn’t quite grasp every detail as you wanted to. He drove you crazy.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum babygirl.” He whispered, his mouth straining to get the words out.

“Do it.” You whispered, as you could feel your orgasm approaching faster than you anticipated.

He gripped your hips in his hands, thrusting upward and fast as he could. You tensed around him, your mouth forming an ‘o’ as you felt pleasure course through your body.

Bucky was quick to follow, his eyes close and his bottom lip between his teeth while he came.

You collapsed onto his chest, feeling it heave beneath you while you pressed a kiss to his collarbone.

“That work out was so much better than a run.” He said, sucking in as much air as he could.

“I’m glad I could help.”

#i've said this once and I'll say it again #I can't write smut for shit lmao #hopefully you enjoyed it though!#sorry it took so long #bucky x reader smut #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bb #buckybarnes #sebastian stan #meme lord

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themurphyzone · 8 years ago

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Mayor Murphy Ch 4

Don’t think I’ve forgiven you, Coco....I’M REPLACING YOU WITH A TEAPOT ELEPHANT! SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT!!!!!

Ahem. There’s been some...drama in my personal town.

Oh, and I finally have the T&T Emporium.

Ch 4- The Official Mayor

“Let the festivities begin, everybody!” Isabelle shouted, the other animals cheering. They swarmed the buffet table, knocking paper plates and utensils over as they scrambled for food.

A white dog twirled a record on his paw, slipping his shades down and scratching out a beat. “Who is that?” Zack asked an alligator as he grabbed slices of cheese. “He knows how to make some really awesome beats!”

The alligator froze, a toothpick hanging in his mouth in surprise. “Humph. Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of K.K. Slider before, gronk.”

“Uh, where I come from dogs don’t usually DJ. And my name’s not Gronk. It’s Zack,” Zack said awkwardly, holding out his hand.

“Right. You’re one of the mayor’s buddies. Name’s Del,” he said gruffly, giving a curt handshake.

Zack quickly pulled a letter from his backpack. “Oh, so you were my pen pal then. Nook also said I’d be rooming with you.”

Del scarfed down a sandwich, burping. “So you’re Zack. Can’t say you look like the musician type.”

Zack laughed. “I get that a lot. I take it you’ve never heard of the Lumberzacks then?” He piled a delicious looking salad on his own plate, then topped it off with croutons. “Just about everybody back home sings our songs.”

“Never mentioned any lumber in your letter,” Del said. “Tell ya what. Show me one of your songs sometime and I’ll introduce you to K.K. Slider’s greatest hits.”

“Deal.”

The white doe from the train station sat next to Melissa, her legs curling to the side in a ladylike fashion. “Pardon. Your name is Melissa, correct? I am Diana, named for the goddess of the hunt from ancient times.” She sipped her tea, setting the cup down on a floral-patterned saucer with a soft clink.

“Uh, yes?” Melissa raised an eyebrow. “I’m from Swamp City. Named for, um, I have no idea.”

“Well then, Melissa from the faraway land of Swamp City, you are to be my roommate for the next several moons. I sincerely hope we can form the greatest of kinships in Crossing Valley.” Diana enunciated each syllable carefully, her high-pitched voice raised slightly so Melissa could hear over the music.

Melissa smirked at the odd diction. “Is that how you say friendship around here? Because I hope so too.”

Diana laughed, a polished hoof covering her mouth. “Oho! Yes dearie, that is merely my personal way of, as you say, establishing a friendship. Now, I must admit that I am curious about this Milo you always wrote about in your correspondence. Is he your boyfriend, no doy?”

Nearly spewing her lemonade from her mouth, Melissa choked and quickly swallowed. “No, Diana. We’re just friends. We’ve known each other since elementary school.”

Not skipping a beat, Diana asked, “Is the boy talking to Del your boyfriend?”

“Again. We’re friends. That is all,” Melissa said plainly. “Nothing more, nothing less. So I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try to matchmake me over the summer.”

“Duly noted,” Diana replied. “I deeply apologize for asking those silly questions.”

“It’s cool,” Melissa said. “So you’re the oldest child, huh? What’s that like?”

Diana tilted her head back, a handkerchief held to her forehead. “Absolutely chaos! Why, let me tell you what Deirdre did when she was but a tiny fawn. It started when I made the mistake of letting her into my prized makeup bag....”

“Oh my gosh! I’m actually rooming with a real ape! I can put together a Time Ape cosplay for you. But first I’d need the right kind of fabric and some felt for the stopwatch head!” Sara squealed.

“I’ve always wanted to cosplay,” Cesar said, awed. “I don’t know how to make my own outfits though.”

“I’m thinking I could just make it like the hat Milo’s got,” Sara mused. “I wouldn’t want to cover up your mustache.”

Cesar preened, stroking the pointed end with a large finger. “It takes a lot of time and a generous dollop of mustache wax to maintain this beauty, highness.”

Sara nodded. “I’ll bet. And that goatee is perfectly trimmed too.”

Cesar flicked his hand at her. “Flatterer. I’m glad SOME people recognize perfection when they see it!” He raised his voice, glaring at Coco, who was ladling punch nearby. “See, bunny? She knows my facial hair is the epitome of manliness!”

Red liquid dribbled down Coco’s face as she drank the punch. Sara stuffed her mouth with crackers, trying to ignore the creepy atmosphere that just radiated off Coco.

“There is another who boasts a mustache far more fabulous than yours,” Coco intoned. Cesar went blue with shock, dropping to his knees. She turned to Sara. “Hello, I don’t think I’ve ever heard your name.”

“Um, Sara Murphy,” she chuckled nervously, extending her hand as a friendly gesture. Coco grasped it slowly, and it took all of Sara’s willpower not to pull away as she felt every dry pore and crack on Coco’s hand. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Oh yes,” Coco said. She let go of Sara’s hand to refill her cup. The song changed to a jaunty salsa tune. “This is one of my favorites! You wanna dance?”

“No, but thanks for the offer,” Sara said. Coco danced, though her face didn’t change as she abruptly changed from swinging her hips to a more formal dance.

Sara bent down to help Cesar up. The ape was surprisingly light, dusting gravel off the bottom of his t-shirt. “If I ever find that guy who supposedly has a better mustache than me, he’s gonna get the Cesar Crash treatment!” he exclaimed, pounding his fist into his palm.

“What’s the Cesar Crash?” Sara asked.

Cesar gasped. “You don’t know my signature move? It’s only locally famous! Yo, Del! I need to demonstrate the Cesar Crash for my new roomie!” he called to the alligator, who snapped his jaws in irritation.

“No, Cesar. I refuse to be on the receiving end of your ridiculous move,” Del growled, ignoring Cesar as he pleaded even further.

Milo looked up from his conversation with Marshal. “If it helps, I have a dummy you can demonstrate with so nobody gets hurt.” The top of his backpack burst, a giant inflatable platypus popping out. It settled on the ground, its mismatched eyes facing Cesar. “I meant to do that.”

“Thanks a lot!” Cesar gave a hard slap to Milo’s back, sending him sprawling. “Uh, sorry bout that.”

“No worries!” Milo grinned. “It’s not every day I get to talk to a gorilla, or a chimp, or whatever ape species you are.”

“RIGHT!” Cesar bellowed. He tore off his shirt, beating his hairy chest. “LISTEN UP YOU GIANT BEAVER DUCK! HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY AWESOME MUSTACHE! PREPARE FOR THE ULTIMATE MOVE, THE MOTHER OF BEATDOWNS, THE HUMILIATION OF THE ERA-”

Diana sniffed. “It is always uncouth no matter how many times he does this.”

“I take it this is a frequent occurrence?” Zack asked.

“Last time this happened he destroyed all my Ms. Nintendique magazines!” Isabelle pouted. “I’ve collected those since puppyhood!”

“-A ONE APE ARMY, THE CATALYST TO END ALL CATALYSTS, THE CESAR-”

Cesar drummed on his chest one more time, then stomped his feet before squatting. Narrowing his eyes, he barreled towards his opponent. “-CRASH!” He slammed into the bill of the platypus, bouncing off the rubbery material. Smacking his back against a nearby tree, he groaned.

“Right, so now that we’ve settled that, it’s time to plant the tree!” Isabelle clapped her hands, pushing Milo towards the dirt mound in the center of the Plaza.

Milo looked out towards the crowd. Marshal, Coco, and Cesar could barely contain their excitement. Diana and Del nodded, their happiness much more subdued.

“I packed a spare fire extinguisher,” Sara said, holding up a red container.

“And I have the masks and hoses,” Melissa said.

“And I’ll be over there,” Zack gestured to a peach tree he could run and hide behind, but before he could get far Melissa grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled him back.

Isabelle bowed and presented a small sapling to Milo. He cradled it carefully, dirt and roots crumbling in his hand. “Dear animals of Fortuna and our welcomed guests, it is our pleasure to plant this tiny sapling so that it will blossom and grow into a tall, beautiful tree to symbolize the growth of Fortuna! May you find fresh fruit and great catches for many months to come! Milo, step forward and plant the sapling with all your heart and soul,” Isabelle declared.

Everyone was waiting. This was it. He had new responsibilities ahead of him and new friends to make. Milo bent down to plant the sapling.

As soon as his fingers brushed the topsoil, the leaves caught fire. Sara quickly put it out with the fire extinguisher.

“The ceremonial sapling!” Isabelle shrieked, her paws flailing. “Ahem, it’s okay! Just a freak accident, folks! We’ll just use the backup ceremonial sapling!” She handed another sapling to Milo.

“Okay, let’s see-yes, welcome one and all, metaphor for starting all over-we all know the drill,” Isabelle looked up from her cue cards. “Milo, if you’d please.”

The backup ceremonial sapling was planted, but as soon as Milo stepped away, an angry mole popped out of the ground. Isabelle slumped over the remains of the sapling, a heavy cloud hanging over her.

“Melissa, I think we found one of those mole people!” Milo called. “Hi. Me. Milo. Me. Friend. Made. Isabelle. Sad.” Each word was accompanied by grand hand gestures.

The mole could only stare in shock before screaming his head off and twirl his pickaxe around. “OH, LOOK AT ME! I’m a surface dweller! I have opposable thumbs and good eyesight!” he mocked. “RESETTI’S my name and scolding’s my game! And since this WORM eating, brimstone crushing time stream got all wonky, it left me without a regular job! I used to YELL at humans who messed with the time stream too much without the PROPER precautions, but look at this poor mole now! Nothing to show for it but DIRTY hands and squinty eyes! So, new mayor, have a heart and give this poor, washed out soul his job back.”

Isabelle turned around, her eyes a bright, flaming red. There were no pupils, just a soulless bloody void ready to devour whoever tried to oppose her. “YOU. HOW DARE YOU THREATEN THE NEW MAYOR!” she screamed, flames surrounding her in a beautiful, fiery vortex. Sara sprayed the contents of the fire extinguisher on her, but it simply dissipated in the flames. “LISTEN UP, CLOD! YOU DO NOT GO INTERRUPTING OUR CEREMONY AND YOU ESPECIALLY DO NOT DESTROY MY PLANTS! IN THE NAME OF SQUEAKY BONES AND TENNIS BALLS, I SHALL PUNISH YOU!”

A wand with a bell on the tip appeared in her paw. She kissed it before stepping in front of Milo, tapping Resetti’s nose with the tip. “The belle of the ball stands out from all the rest to capture the heart of a handsome prince. I call upon her powers to bestow the same luck into banishing the party crasher! BANGING BELL BOOM!”

Everyone covered their ears as a cacophony of invisible bells rang together to herald Resetti’s impending doom. A giant pair of wedding bells materialized out of the sky, the hollow end charging up and firing a giant yellow laser at Resetti.

“THIS ISN’T THE LAST YOU’VE SEEN OF ME!” he screamed, ducking into the hole before the laser could engulf him. “DON’T MESS WITH THE TIME STREAM, YA HEAR?” His complaining faded away.

“Oh my gosh!” Sara squealed. “Do you know what this means, Milo?”

“That the true secret to getting rid of moles is an angry canine secretary and bells?” Milo asked.

Sara thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Well, yes. But also that we know a magical girl now! Dog? Magical animal? The real question is, what kind is she like? Senshi? Pretty Cure? Miraculous? I hope it’s not the kind that turns into giant monsters when they’ve been overwhelmed with despair.”

“Actually the correct terminology is Fabulous Fauna!” Isabelle declared. Now that she had calmed down, Milo could see clearly that her outfit had changed into a golden crop top and skirt decorated with tiny bells. Pinned to her ears were several bluebell flowers. “We don’t really have secret identities. But enough about me. Plant the sapling, Milo!”

Milo obliged, successfully planting the sapling this time. As a precaution, Sara roped off the area with police tape. Everyone clapped and cheered.

“Swing by Town Hall tomorrow so we can get you started on developing Fortuna,” Isabelle yawned. “I’ll be taking my leave now. Good night, Mayor Milo.”

“We also need to talk to Nook tomorrow,” Sara said. “I can always sic Isabelle on him if he doesn’t cooperate.”

“First it was the talking animals. Then the whole mayor thing. And now anime cliches,” Zack muttered. “I’m done for today. Night, Milo.”

It took Milo half an hour to say good night to everybody and lie down in his tent. He could hardly wait for the summer to begin! There were adventures waiting in Fortuna and Crossing Valley.

There was definitely more than meets the eye.

Isabelle the magical girl everyone.

Cesar is just as nerdy as Sara.

Coco is really sweet. I’m still mad at her for leaving...

#milo murphy's law #mayor murphy #animal crossing

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