#this cup then would move and blah blah weird stuff

[beemintty]

i can't shine a light at a mirror in a dark space... there is something deeply terrifying about it.

[foreverrogers]

Omg I just read your fics and I LOVE your writing!!! 💖 I don't know if your requests are open, but if they are, could you write a sub! virgin! tasm! peter x soft dom! reader, and the reader is more experienced than him,,, like let's say they're hanging out with a group of friends playing truth or drink, and she finds out peter is still a virgin?? so blah blah blah they talk and he feels pretty embarassed but she helps him calm down and stuff so she tells him she could help him if he wants to, and he does want her to, so when they're finally doing it she keeps asking him questions like if he's Okay with what she's doing and making sure he's not uncomfortable? Also w a llloooottt of praise kink (peter receiving ofc cus hes a subby baby.) Also if you don't want to do it, no pressure. Sorry if this is too long!

kissing lessons

Pairing: virgin!tasm!peter parker x f!reader

Summary: finding out your best friend is a virgin during a game of truth or drink quickly turns into kissing lessons... and... a slightly spicier version of kissing lessons

Warnings: SMUT!!! 18+!!!! NSFW!!! loss of virginity, protected sex, friends to lovers, peter and reader are hopeless at confessing their feelings, pretty loosely edited woops

Words: 3k

A/N: this was supposed to be a blurb and then i got too many ideas and got very carried away so uhhhhhh here she is I'm in love with this fic - thank you so much lovely anon for requesting!! love this idea and love that it feeds my favourite niche of virgin!peter. yet another title based off of a lucy dacus song lmao. hope you enjoy !!

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It was a simple enough question.

Maybe not the fairest one, or the tamest, and definitely a little personal for two people who barely knew each other, but your roommate was definitely trying to hit on Peter, and this seemed to be her chosen method of flirtation.

How was your first time?

It's a simple enough question, and yet you watch Peter turn bright red in a split second, collapse inwards with the heat of a supernova as he hides behind his cup, tries to play it off with a smile and takes a long gulp of its contents.

You hear your roommate make a comment, something about him being no fun, about not having to be embarrassed, but you're the only person here who's known him for long enough to know his tells, and you recognise something different in the look in his eyes.

When everyone's a little more than tipsy, slumping over cold pizza and melting into couches, Peter quietly excuses himself. He's quickly grown more sober than your friends, super-human metabolism and all, and you watch him from your position on the floor as he slips behind your bedroom door.

You don't say anything when you move to follow him, know nobody would notice your shared absence anyway, and when you find him he's perching just beyond the window, legs dangling through the railing as he sits on your fire escape.

"Hey, want some company?"

Peter smiles when he sees you, a genuine smile, shuffles to the side a little to make more room for you to slip beside him. "Yours? Always."

There's a comfortable silence for a long moment, you slotted beside him, arms meeting in the familiar connection of bare skin against bare skin. "Sorry if it made you uncomfortable, earlier," You start, don't look at him, take in the beautiful view of your neighbour's drawn curtains and the dark alley below. "That stupid question... I think it was just a weird way of flirting with you."

Peter whips his head towards you at that, eyebrows pinched together in confusion, a smile playing at his lips. "You think your roommate has a crush on me?"

"Oh, I know she has a crush on you," You laugh, lean closer as he turns away again. You watch him for a moment, in the silence, trace the curve of his lips and the sharpness of his jaw with your eyes. "What, you don't think she's pretty?"

"Well, it's not that I- You know..." It takes him a moment to look at you, but when he finally does there's something in his eyes you can't quite read, something different, something tender. "I kinda have someone else in mind."

"Oh, yeah?" You smile, grinning now, sway a little so your arm bumps against his lightly. "Well, they would be lucky to have you, Parker."

He's still got the same look in his eyes, watches you so intently, so carefully, like you're some rarity that's suddenly appeared beside him. There's another beat of silence. "You think?"

Something's shifted, you think, charges the air between you with something you've never experienced before. All you do is nod in response, still smiling, watch him watching you and suddenly find yourself overcome with this sense of being seen. Seen in the rawest sense, the way a soul sees another kindred soul.

A car alarm sounds somewhere in the distance, echos off of the concrete and the glass of your neighbourhood, cutting through the dead of night. It draws both of your attention towards it for a moment, and, beside you, you can feel Peter tense a little, like he's ready to burst into action, always the knight in skin-tight spandex ready to save the day.

It only takes a few seconds for it to disappear, drops you back into the quiet of this moment between you. The silence is a little less comfortable. "Can I ask you a question you don't have to answer?"

You pull your legs up through the railing slowly, hug them against your chest, and when you turn to face him again Peter's still looking at you. He smiles. "Do I have to drink if I don't?"

"Mm-mm," You hum, shake your head softly with a grin he thinks must be bright enough to light up every patch of darkness in a ten-block radius.

"What'd'ya wanna know?"

You chew at the inside of your lip, smile falling a little as you consider the question. "Earlier... Did you drink because it was an embarrassing story, or because there was no story to tell?"

It's dark out, the space between you only dimly lit by whatever manages to filter through your open window, but even still you see the way his face flushes, a patchy bright red that climbs up the column of his throat and spreads across his cheeks. He dips his head, looks down at his hands fidgeting in his lap. "Was it that obvious?"

"It- Hey." You're not sure what possesses you to do it, but all of a sudden your hand is under his chin, tilting it up, brings his face back towards yours. The contact brings a shock of static electricity you try to ignore, don't move to pull away your hand. You shrug, shake your head with a reassuring smile. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I feel pretty embarrassed about it," He mutters, but he laughs at least, brings a lightness that draws the same response out of you.

You're smiling at him, watch his eyes flit down to the fingers still beneath his chin and finally pull away, reach up to brush a loose tuft of hair out of his face instead. "We could always bring back kissing lessons."

Peter laughs again, a more surprised one, comes out as a rush of warm air against your skin. "From middle school?"

"Yeah, from middle school. They were helpful!" You defend, smiling wide, shuffle to bump the toe of your shoe against his knee. "I was a really good kisser by the time Dylan Bradshaw finally asked me out."

"And then he broke up with you two weeks later."

"God, don't remind me," You mumble, roll your eyes playfully. "His loss."

When you both manage to stop laughing Peter gives you that look again, the one that's so clouded and unreadable it's starting to irritate you. It was your thing, after all these years, being able to read each other no matter what, saying things that didn't need to be said aloud. He bites his lip, which is a new addition, tugs at something in your chest you can't quite explain. "Kissing lessons 2.0?"

"Yeah, why not? It'll be practice... For when that girl you had in mind finally comes around."

Peter brings his hand up, brushes his thumb across your cheek as he moves to cup your face, slow enough that you have time to take it back, to flinch away and assure it had all been a joke. You don't pull away.

In the humour of it, you almost don't register what you're suggesting really means, what it means that you're both entertaining the idea, that you're both here agreeing to it, that you're both so quick to disregard the consequences.

You still don't completely understand it, not even when Peter's leaning in and his lips are on yours, warm and soft and just how you remembered.

Peter's kissing you, and you're kissing him, here on your fire escape in the middle of the night. For practice, of course.

It's still for practice, even as he deepens the kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth, smiles when he feels your fingers tangle into his hair.

"I see you remember some things," You mutter, whisper it between kisses and shared smiles.

"I guess they were pretty helpful."

Peter doesn't protest when your hand bunches into the front of his shirt, when you pull him back through the window and guide him towards your bed. And it's still, without a doubt, completely, totally, undeniably for practice.

Peter's sitting at the edge of your bed, looking up at you with those eyes and you know now. Know what was underneath that unreadable look on the fire escape. You can't ignore the way it makes you feel, the power it gives you.

"Scooch," You smile, wave your hands at him to move further back against the bed, momentarily break him out of the trance you've seemed to put him in.

Peter shuffles up the bed, stops when he feels the sturdy coolness of your headboard against his back. And then you're in his lap, knees on either side of his hips, pressed so close and yet not close enough, can't fathom you ever being close enough.

He leans in, tries to kiss you only for you to pull away at the last second, a light smirk on your lips. You lean just a little bit closer, lips hovering above his, almost brushing them, lets him breathe the same warm breath from your lungs. "Peter."

"Yeah?"

"Take your shirt off."

It hitches his breath, the request, waits for you to nod at him before he's grasping at the collar of his shirt and tugging.

He watches as your eyes roam down his chest, the smooth, defined muscle that carves the planes of his front, a sculpted wonder released from its marble. He thinks you might gulp, but he's too dizzy to think about it too hard.

"Good," You whisper, nod again, press a soft kiss to his lips in reward. "Now mine."

Peter definitely gulps, has to get past the rising lump in his throat before he can reach for the hem of your shirt. You lift your arms up to allow the motion, reveal the black bra you're wearing underneath, lacy edges pressed against your skin.

He runs his thumbs across that line, just because he wants to, and just because he can, feels the lace and the warmth of your skin under his fingertips as he moves to hold your sides.

"We can stop whenever you want to, okay?"

"I don't want to stop," He breathes, and you can tell just how much he means it by the way he searches your eyes, the desperation in them, the devotion.

"Good," You repeat, and this time when you kiss him it's heavier, presses deeper, matches the pressure of your hips against the growing bulge in his jeans.

Every shift draws a brand new sound from the back of his throat, whines and groans and wordless pleas, the lexicon of Peter Parker, this beautiful boy that turned to putty in your hands the moment you touched him.

"I don't know what to do with my hands."

You laugh against him, savour a few more lazy kisses before you're slipping your hands over his. "Well... You can touch me here..."

You guide him down, hands splayed around the dip of your waist, press down to find a tighter grip, one that has you circling your hips and earning another shaky exhale.

"Or here..."

You urge him just a little lower, squeeze his hands over the flesh of your hips.

"Or here..."

You only take one hand this time, let the other rest firm and steadfast at your hip, guide his touch around the side of your neck, across your collarbone, around the base of your throat, slipping down and down until you're pushing aside one cup of your bra, letting him take a handful of your breast, feel the peak of your nipple against his palm. Peter gulps again.

"You can touch me anywhere you want."

And it's practice. Definitely still practice when his arms wrap around your middle to press you firmly against him, scoops you up without a word and shifts you onto your back, swallows up the gasp that melts into a giggle. It's practice when you unclasp your bra and keen into the feeling of his warm mouth down your sternum and around your nipple, when he learns what you sound like moaning his name and what your hand feels like wrapped around his cock.

Everything is hazy and dizzying and everything is on fucking fire. Peter's never felt this good in his life, so drunk on it he thinks he must go into autopilot, barely registers you telling him which drawer the condoms are in and his quick retrieval mission.

"You still wanna keep going?"

"Please," He mutters, almost whines it into your mouth, has to consciously stop himself from bucking into the slow stroke of your hand.

You withdraw your touch, suddenly, leaves him aching and needy, get to quick work on your jeans and your panties as he shuffles his own off.

Your eyes meet in the dim light, bare bodies and heavy breath and foggy thoughts, and at that moment the only reasonable option is to laugh into a messy kiss, all teeth and soft sighs.

Practice is your mantra of the night. It's what you keep telling yourself even as you stop believing it, when he's finally sinking into you and filling you up and everything clicks into place.

Peter feels like he was made for you, like he was poured into your body and moulded as your other half. You've never been so sure of anything in your entire life as you are in this moment.

"You okay, Pete?"

"Yeah," He whispers, head dipped into the crook of your neck, so close you can hear every tremor in his breath. "Yeah, you feel so fucking good, Y/n. Fuck."

You laugh a little, the sound reverberating through chests pressed flush together, slip your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him into a kiss. He still hasn't started moving, lets you feel every ridge of his cock inside you. Practice. "Take whatever you want, baby. I'm all yours."

You hear his breath hitch, comes at the same time as he starts to slowly drag his hips back, manages a few inches before he's pressing back in. "Say it again," He mutters, movements just that little bit faster, grasp at your thigh deliciously bruising.

"What? Want me to call you baby?" The snap of his hips is confirmation enough, sends a shock of pleasure up your spine so strong it makes you gasp. "Gotta say yes, baby. Talk to me."

"Yes," He groans, movements even faster now, face twisting beautifully with the gape of his mouth and the darkness of his eyes. You think you could write poetry about that crease between his eyebrow, think it could stop the rotation of planets, make whole civilisations crumble. "Please, fuck, yes."

"Didn't need the practice at all, did you, baby? Fucking me so good already. Feels so perfect, Pete."

Peter finds it quickly, the pace you need to make you tremble in his hands, makes you pulse around him until he forgets ever not feeling like this. It consumes him whole, the heat and the sounds and your voice in his ear, starts to build and build and build the tension in the pit of his stomach faster than he's willing to let go. "Y/n-"

"I know, baby. C'mere, give me your hand."

His palm is slick with sweat when he pulls it away from your thigh, watches you guide him between your legs and press his thumb firmly against your clit.

And he's nothing if not bright, your boy, doesn't need much more of a hint to start making tight circles over the sensitive bud, makes you gasp into his mouth when he finally comes back up to kiss you.

"So close," He whines, desperate and high pitched and beautiful, open mouth hot against yours.

"That's it, want you to cum for me, baby. Just need a little more, 'm right behind you."

It doesn't take much more, makes sure to quicken the pressure of his thumb against your clit while he can still think, only needs a few more sharp, stuttered movements of his hips before he's pressing as deep inside you as he can, spills hot and full as he groans your name into the crook of your neck.

And that feeling, that pulsing twitch inside you, the idea that it was you making him feel that good, is suddenly too much all at once, washes over you like being drowned in molten honey.

All you can hear is heavy breath and pounding heartbeats for a long moment, feel the sync of the rhythm as Peter collapses against you, slowly starts to kiss along your collarbone, warm at the base of your throat.

You smile when your eyes finally meet again, grins melting into a soft kiss.

"You good?" You whisper, feel him slip his hand between you to slowly pull out.

He nods lightly, feels you sigh against him when you're finally empty again.

Peter pulls you with him when he rolls onto his back, slips you both under the covers, watches as you make yourself comfortable against his chest.

"How was my lesson?"

"Perfect," He starts, matches the grin that spreads across your face. "I think I might need a couple more if there's gonna be an exam, though."

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[jar-of-ectoplasm]

my walten files theory bc i've gone bananas

for my first real walten files post: here's my theory abt what happened to the walten family and why it happened, lots of not canon stuff but no major plot changes (who's dead is still dead, blah blah blah)

MAJOR content warning and HUGE spoilers

cw: child murder, homicide, passion-fueled killings, drugging, replacing medications, physical assault, alcoholism, this gets kinda fucking crazy sorry not sorry but my brain works weird

okay okay SO, this theory starts off when Jack and Felix were in college. I headcanon that Jack and Felix were dorm-mates that both majored in business so they had a lot of common ground and became really, really close friends

Felix is gay as fuck and had a huge crush on Jack, but he never did anything about it because he knew Jack was interested in the art student that studied at the same library they did (which is Rosemary)

Eventually Jack and Rosemary got together, which resulted in them getting married, having children, and Felix becoming very bitter towards Rosie. He pretended to like her so Jack would be happy, and he eventually got married to Linda and started drinking heavier to try and move on from Jack

Obviously, that marriage didn't work out. Linda had put the pieces together and left Felix because she knew he never really loved her (this could also explain why Felix doesn't have any kids but Jack had 3)

At this point Felix didn't know what else to do. How was he supposed to just stay happy when he knew Jack would never feel the same about him?

He had planned to kill Edd and Molly the next night after a heavy drinking session. Felix preemptively put a shovel in the trunk of his car so he could bury the bodies (there's no way in hell that little fruit cup dug those graves by hand)

After the deed was done, Felix had driven back home ignoring all the calls Jack and Rosemary sent his way. It took a few days for it to happen, but eventually Jack had enough and decided to go to Felix's home to question him

Jack was reasonably fucking livid with Felix and had gotten physical with him, which prompted Felix to panic and throw drain cleaner into Jack's face

Felix was then left with an unconscious Jack, who had passed out from the pain rooted in his eyes and throat. Felix took his body to the K-9 storage unit to hide it since at the time he was one of the only people with a key

About a week passed before Rosemary showed up at Bon's Burgers to look for her husband. Felix knew that he couldn't just tell her the truth, she'd get he police involved. Felix had lured her backstage after hours and killed her, stuffing her body into the Sha animatronic

Sophie was the only member of the Walten family to still be "okay" (i mean, both her parents and siblings are missing now, so she isn't all up there). She had struggled with anxiety and paranoia a lot, and with that having been heightened by the events her medication had run low very quickly

Sophie still saw Felix as a trusted adult, so after calling him to refill her medication she had no reason to be suspicious of the pill bottle he had delivered to her. Felix had replaced her anxiety medications with drugs that caused extreme memory loss, forcing her to forget nearly everything that had happened.

After all that, Sophie is now under the care of her girlfriend Jenny and Jenny's family

Jack is still alive, though he's blind and his voice has been reduced to nearly nothing due to the chemical burns he had gotten from when Felix splashed drain cleaner on him. Jack knows nothing about Rosemary or Sophie, still thinking they're both perfectly fine. Jack is always listening for Felix, but the prolonged silence of the storage unit and the trauma inducing events of before caused his mental state to deteriorate considerably. All the murders that had taken place in the K-9 storage unit were caused by Jack; now blind, mute, and subject to auditory hallucinations. Jack is convinced he's dead and in hell, having to experience killing his best friend over and over again, not knowing he's been killing completely innocent people

Felix completely lost it. After having torn apart Jack's family, his mind just couldn't take it anymore. All the animatronics killing people likes Rosemary, Brian or Ashley were just Felix implementing his surroundings into his nightmares, which started to blend into reality

pretty much every supernatural type thing in twf is felix just going brazy cuz he literally killed like 3 people and ruined the other 2 beyond repair lol

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His Dark Obsession (Yandere! Kamski x Reader) (Chapter Two)

Authors Note- And here we are with Chapter Two of His Dark Obsession. In this chapter it will feature our boy Elijah trying to woo our oblivious reader the normal way. Well... as normal as someone spying on the person he has feelings for through the eyes of their very own android can be. So this chapter will feature our beloved recluse pining for reader while sending her expensive gifts and such. While, like I said watching her through the eyes of her android, which I guess would be called stalking? So this chapter will feature stalking, and obsessive thoughts. 

If none of this is your cuppa tea then this is where we part ways, but I’ll remember our time fondly. Now that we got that out of the way here is Chapter Two. Enjoy.

Chapter Two 

Maybe there was something wrong with him. Elijah mused, his eyes remaining glued to the screen before him. His breakfast from earlier this morning sitting untouched to his left, a glass of whiskey in his hands as he leaned back in his seat. 

No there was definitely something wrong with him, after all any normal person wouldn’t be watching you through the eyes of you own damn android, now would they? But Elijah already knew this wasn’t normal behavior, most people would have moved on by now. Moved on with their lives when their S/O leaves them. And yet here he was...

Shaking his head he took a sip of his whiskey as you emerged from your bedroom, yawning and stretching your arms above your head. Your girlfriend followed behind, a sunny smile on her lips as she placed her hands on your hips and placed a kiss on your cheek.

A pang of jealousy formed in the pit of his stomach at he watched this. His eyes glued on the scene before him, his lip curling his disgust. He should be the one holding you, kissing you...

Shaking his head he shoved those thoughts from his head with a violent shake, a strand of hair falling into his face, which he quickly pushed back as he continued to watch. He loved to watch you, to see you so unguarded, so vulnerable, so unaware of how he was watching you as you went about your day.

But it wasn’t enough Elijah concluded, as he gnawed at his lip, simply watching you wasn’t enough, he wanted to do something... when a devious expression formed on his face as an idea formed in his head as he watched to you down your first cup of coffee of the day. One of what he knew would be many. He wanted to toy with you a little bit, a...secret courtship so to speak. He would send you gifts, nothing overly extravagant since he knew you weren’t the type who ever liked overly flashy gifts. Gnawing at his bottom lip Elijah shut down his computer and pushed himself away from the desk. He wasn’t going to get any work done watching you all day, even if it was delightful, he had things to do.

Getting up from his seat he paced around the room, he knew exactly what he’d start out with. Nodding to himself he went to find Chloe, she would know what to do. After all he couldn’t always watch you through the eyes of your android all the time, but despite that he couldn’t wait to see you reaction to his gift.

***

*A Few Days Later.*

It was a few days later that Elijah finally came up with the perfect gift to give you. A coy little smile on his lips as he rested his head on his hands as he watched from your androids eyes as he did before. Watching as you walked towards the door as you heard someone knocking on your front door.

Opening it you were greeted by an delivery android holding out a small package out to you, a faint smile on its lips.

“Special delivery, for Miss Y/N.” It said.

Confused you looked down at it, before looking up at the android. “For me, are you sure?”

Smile disappearing the android looked down at you. “Is this not the house or Y/N L/N?”

Brow furrowing you nodded. “Yes.... it is but I never ordered anything-”

Oh.

Trailing off it hit you, just as you heard Ellen walking around upstairs. That clever girl... Turning your gaze back up at the android you placed a smile on your face as you offered the android an apology before reaching for the package. 

“I’m sorry about that.” You said, as the android walked away. 

Nodding the android gave you a wave before returning to his truck, leaving you alone with you gift. Obviously your sweet girlfriend was a few steps ahead of you in regards to getting you something for your anniversary... even though the date in question was a few weeks away still but that was typical of her. She always seemed to like to do things early, even super early. 

When you had asked her when you had first started dating she told you she liked to have time to relax before the deadline of certain projects and such. Poor Ellen had a tendency to get stressed about things a bit too easily, poor girl. Shaking your head you unwrapped whatever she got you. A gasp escaping your lips as you saw the somewhat worn book in your hands.

It was a copy of The Last Unicorn. A book you remembered from your childhood. You had looked everywhere for a copy after you had lost yours a long time ago. But... how could Ellen have known where to get a copy? As you thought that your girlfriend of more than 10 years walked into the room as you turned to face her. The book clutched to your chest. 

Before she could even utter a word you pressed your lips to hers in a tender kiss. Pulling away slightly she giggled, her hands resting on your shoulders. “What was that for?” she asked.

“For this,” You said, holding out the book to her, the smile never leaving your face, until you noticed the confused look on her face. “You... didn’t get this for me did you?”

Meeting your gaze once more she shook her head. Did the android actually give you someone else’s package? Embarrassment formed in your chest at the thought of claiming someone else stuff as your own. 

“I think I accepted someone’s gift, thinking it was from you.” God, that sounded sad. Biting down on your bottom lip you picked up the paper, looking for a address, so you could return it to its owner. Blinking when you saw your exact address on the paper. 

But that wasn’t all, as you bent down to pick the paper up something slipped out from between the pages. A small note had slipped out from behind the pages. Blinking a few times you picked up the paper, as Ellen looked over your shoulder to read what it read.

It Read: “I’m still thinking of you. Even after all this time...”

“Okay...” Ellen spoke after what seemed like forever. “Is it just me or does this sound really creepy?”

Reading and rereading it you finally turned to her, and nodded before looking at the book. It was weird aside from Ellen, who else knew about this book? Or where you lived? Outside of work that was, and if you were being perfectly honest the list was very short. Much like you the people you worked with were busy workaholics who had no time for a social life, or anything.  So... who?

Or...you looked to Ellen, who had moved away to talk with Katie, the android stationed in the corner listening intently to Ellen’s instructions. Was she messing with you? Now that you thought about it that wouldn’t be surprising considering that she was a known prankster after all...so for all you knew that this was an elaborate prank from her. She would wait until you drove yourself mad trying to figure out who it was, after toying with you a few more days before SURPRISE it was her all along!

In which you would roll your eyes, laugh it off before engaging in some more ‘fun’. A blush crept to your cheeks as you thought about what that might entail. Saying nothing you placed the book down on the center of the coffee table, before placing another kiss on her cheek before getting ready for work. Wondering what idea she could be coming up with next.

Whatever it was you would be waiting... Little did you know things would not go the way you thought it would. And when you did you would never be the same....

***

Elijah felt anger swell in his chest as he watched through the eyes of your android as Ellen yammered on and on. Ordering Katie to do this, to do that, blah, blah, blah. Did she order you around like that while going on and on? He gritted his teeth at the thought of her just bossing you around and you, someone he knew as head strong and never one to let anyone walk all over them being bossed around like that.

Or maybe that was what you liked about her? No, Elijah shook his head, taking a sip of his whiskey, the light of his computer illuminating the darkened room. But that wasn’t what bothered him most, what did was the fact that you seemed to have forgotten about him. Pushed him out of your mind completely and moved on it seemed. 

Gritting his teeth Elijah let out a low growl. Well, fine, for now that was okay, he would play your little game. See how long it would take before you remembered him, and besides he thought with a cruel smile as he leaned back in his seat, downing the rest of his drink. You would be in his grasp before long anyway, and when you were he was going to make you remembered him. After all, watching you was fun but he wanted more you were going to be his again...

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Encore [epilogue]

Summary: The new Disney+ show ‘Encore’ brings together former castmates of a high school musical, tasking them with re-creating their original performance in a high school reunion like no other. Emotions run high as you face faded friendships, long-forgotten controversies, killer choreography, and an ex-boyfriend you haven’t seen in eighteen years.

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader [unnamed OFC, nicknamed ‘Ace’)

Warnings: Language. NSFW

Word count: 3.1k

AN: This is it... The epilogue of Encore’s Encore. What a ride, huh? I had so much fun writing this, diving into this backstory, and making sure these two knuckleheads found their way to each other in the end :) Hope you’ll enjoy the last part, but please let me know what you think! ♥

eL, I owe you something chocolate for all the hours you’ve spend in this daydream world with me. Thank you so, SO much, sweets! 

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“Nic,” you answer with a smile, putting your phone on speaker, “we’re almost there.” 

“Ok, good,” she says, “cause these potatoes are done.” 

Chris chuckles beside you, “Two minutes, Nicole.”

“Step on it, Evans,” Nicole groans, “I’ve got two very impatient kids here who, I’m sure, aren’t above killing their mother if we don’t start eating soon.”

“Nicole,” you laugh.

“What? I’m serious,” she protests. “Please tell me you remembered to bring the-”

“It’s in the trunk, Nicole,” Chris reassures her with a smile. “We’re pulling up now, so you’re good.” 

“Oh thank God,” Nicole says as she hangs up.

“I’ll leave the door open for you,” you tell him, before you give a kiss. “See you soon.” 

He winks and sits back, trying to hide from view as you make your way to the front door.

The door opens before you even have a chance to ring the doorbell and you are greeted by two very excited boys who both run up to you and throw their arms around your waist. You run your hands through their hair, “Hi guys,” 

“We’re gonna watch you and mommy on TV!” Robby exclaims, while he takes your hand and leads you inside. Leo’s still wrapped around your waist, his feet on yours, and so you penguin walk through the hall and into the kitchen, where you find Nicole and Keith.

“Hi,” Nicole says with a smile, planting a kiss on your cheek, “you had a good flight?”

“Not too bad,” you tell her as you give Keith a hug.

“How’s the apartment?” She tells Leo to let go of you then, and when he doesn’t listen right away she throws him one of those mom-looks that makes him do exactly what she wants.

“It’s fine,” you tell her, taking the glass of wine she’s offered you, “I’m not sure all my stuff’s gonna fit, but-” 

“I still don’t understand why you don’t just move in with him, I mean-”

“Nicole,” you berate her, one eyebrow raised. “Have you met me and my commitment issues?”

“Yes, I know, taking it slow, blah blah blah,” she says while she pulls a face. “You know you’re just gonna be at his place all the time, right?”

“I know,” you agree with a nod, “but it’s nice to have, like, my own place, at least until he gets back from filming Knives Out, you know? I don’t- It would be weird to stay at his house when we’re not technically back-”

“Oh, come on!” She throws her hands in the air then, “You know what, I give up. Just let me know if you need help decorating the new place or whatever.”

“I love you,” you tell her, making a kissing face.

“Uhu,” she says, trying to keep a straight face but failing. She pulls you in for a hug, “It’s good to have you back, babe.” 

“MOM!” 

“Oh shit,” Nicole curses quietly and lets go of you. “Here we go.”

You pulls up your texting app and hit <send> on the draft you typed earlier, which simply says:

Now.

“Mom, Leo hit me!” 

You follow Nicole into the dining room where you find Robby, a red spot on his cheek that confirms his story, and a very guilty-looking Leo. Before Nicole has a chance to say anything there’s a knock on the front door and you see the confusion on Leo and Robby’s faces when they quickly realize an unexpected guest has shown up.

It’s then the door to the dining room opens and you see the boys’ eyes widen in shock when they see who has just stepped into their house. You throw Nicole a wink and step back, letting your back rest against the wall as you watch the scene in front of you unfold with a smile.

“Hi boys,” Chris says, using the deeper voice Steve Rogers is known for. Holding Captain America’s shield in front of him he salutes them, before he sets the shield down and walks over to where they’re seated, kneeling in between them. 

Leo finally seems to have found his voice again and looks from Chris to Nicole, “Momma! Cap’ain America is here!”

“He sure is, baby,” Nicole says with a smile. 

As if on cue, both boys jump out of their seats and throw their arms around Chris’ neck, giggling when he stands up, carrying them to the living room with ease. 

“Come on,” you nudge Nicole before you set your glass down, “Chris can handle those two, I’ll help you get everything on the table.”

She tells Keith to go take some pictures, maybe even a video so that, when necessary, they can help Leo and Robby remember about the deal they made with Captain America about being kind to each other. Once you’re in the kitchen she lets out a staggered breath, “I really hope this will help with all the fighting.”

“It will,” you assure her, gently patting her arm. “Captain America shows up, you listen, right? Those kids, oh Nic,” you let out a laugh, “they’ll be on their best behaviour from now on, because Captain America will find out if they’re not.” 

After a dinner filled with stories from Leo and Robby, trying to impress Captain America with whatever they can think of, you settle down in the living room, your episode of ‘Encore’ just minutes from airing. 

You and Chris sit down on the couch, Robby on his lap, while Leo snuggles up on yours, but only after both boys agree that Leo gets to sit on Cap’s lap after the second commercial break. Keith and Nicole are snuggled up on the love seat and you watch them out of the corner of your eye, smiling when you see Keith tickle Nicole which earns him a gentle slap on the wrist, followed by a kiss.

The episode starts then, the boys clapping and cheering loudly whenever they catch a glimpse of their mom. You can’t help but cringe when you see the footage of that first day, the awkward hug you gave Chris of course shown in its entirety. That’s the only time there’s any focus on you and Chris, which you’re thankful for, glad that whatever was going between you two didn’t transpire in rehearsals enough to make it into the final cut.

You smile when you see parts of the performance on screen and look away in embarrassment when they show the scene between you and Chris, making out in Kenickie’s car. Keith wolf whistles and Nicole winks at you, while the boys look up at you and Chris, confusion written all over their faces.

Robby, now in your lap, takes the lead, “You kissed Captain America.” It’s not so much a question as it is a statement and you’re not sure how to reply.

Chris steps in, “She did, but it’s super secret, so you can’t tell anyone that you know, ok?”

Robby and Leo nod fervently, excited to share another secret with Captain America.

“So, am I dropping you off at your place, or-” he says with a grin.

You shake your head and laugh, “You can, but then you’d have to drop yourself off there as well and I don’t think Dodger would be too excited to spend the night alone.” 

“That’s what I thought,” he says as he drives past your apartment, speeding up a little to make his point, a cheeky grin playing on his lips. 

You turn towards him in your seat and stare at him for a few seconds, memories starting to flood your mind now that you’re driving through Sudbury again together for the first time in eighteen years. You let your bottom lip roll between your teeth while an idea starts to form.

He looks over at you, “What?” 

You shrug, “Remember that time you took me for a drive and we ended up at Great Meadows?”

“Yeah-”

“Yeah.” You reach out your hand and let it rest on the top of his thigh, “Wanna take me there again?”

He swallows hard, the double entendre not lost on him, and he just nods, gripping the steering wheel just a little tighter. 

You let your hand travel further up his thigh and cup him through his jeans, drawing a sharp breath from him when you squeeze ever so slightly. It’s about five more minutes to the parking you were referring to and you keep your hand in place for every second of them, your thumb rubbing back and forth in languid strokes.

His breathing picks up and you can tell he’s trying to keep his cool, but the way he grows harder under your touch betrays his efforts. He curses quietly, “Fuck, Ace.”

“Uhu,” you reply with a sly smile and another squeeze. 

He pulls up to the parking then, and you’re relieved to find it empty, not sure what you would have done if there’d been other people around. Before you have time to say anything he’s unbuckled his seatbelt and puts his hand over yours, keeping you in place, grinding against your hand.

You take your hand out from underneath his and unbuckle your seatbelt, while you tell him to slide his seat back. He does and watches you intently, no doubt curious to see what you’ll do next. You throw him a wink and move around in your seat, your ass now hitting the dashboard. Planting one feet firmly on the ground, you throw the other over his leg and slide onto his lap. It takes some effort, but finally you find yourself straddling his thigh.  

Your skirt has ridden up and you can feel your soaked panties press against his jeans, a shiver running through you when you feel him flex his muscles. You cup his face and pull him in for a kiss and as you do you buck your hips, sliding over his leg, a moan escaping you from the friction it creates.

“Ace,” he breathes against your lips, his hands on your hips to keep you in place.

You give him another kiss and let your hands fall to his jeans then, your fingers unbuckling his belt with ease before you undo his button and zipper. One hand finds its way into his boxers and takes him out, and you press yourself against his leg when you see he’s completely hard. 

Your thumb runs over the tip, coating it in precum. Pulling back you look at him and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks when you let a bit of spit fall onto your hand, your eyes never leaving his. Both hands are on his cock then, working in tandem, while he grabs onto your hips and helps you ride his thigh in earnest.

It isn’t long before his head falls back against the headrest, his breathing more ragged now, and you can tell he’s getting close from the way he thrusts into your hands. 

“I’m right there with you,” you whisper, feeling your orgasm starting to build. 

He flexes the muscles in leg again and pushes you down harder as he slides you from his knee to his hip and back. 

You keep running your hands up and down his shaft, faster than before, and then you lean forward and put your mouth to his ear, “Come for me, Chris.”

He shakes his head while he tightens his grip on your hips, lifting you up, and you whimper at the loss of contact. He kisses you, hard, and then puts one hand on your lower back, pushing you against him, while the other takes his cock from your hands. “Wanna come inside of you,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous, and you almost come right then and there.

You put your hands on his shoulders and slowly lower yourself onto him, a moan escaping your when he fills you up effortlessly. His hands are back on your hips then, helping you ride him, setting a pace that you know will get both of you there quickly. 

Burying your face in his neck, closer now than you were before, you sneak one hand in between you to play with your clit. You want to tell him you’re about to come, but then he bucks his hips at the same time he pushes you down and the words get stuck in your throat because your orgasm washes over you instantly. 

You feel him come inside of you not much later and he wraps his arms around you, cradling you against his chest and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you both come down from your high. 

When you wake up the next morning Chris’ side of the bed is already empty and you figure he must have gone out for an early morning run. That is until you hear Dodger bark somewhere on the other end of the house, which is weird, because Chris told you he usually takes his dog along on his runs. You decide you might as well get up, feeling well-rested after your early night yesterday, but still longing for some coffee. 

You start to make your way to the kitchen, but halfway there you are greeted by an excited Dodger, who you give some well-deserved scratches before continuing your mission to get some coffee. Your brows knit together when you see a bouquet of red tulips on the kitchen counter, which you are sure weren’t there yesterday. 

“I was just gonna get you,” Chris says as hands you a plate with two Danish, and a cup of coffee while he pulls a face, “I hate to rush you, but we have an hour before we need to leave, so you kind need to haul-”

“What?” You look at him, shaking your head, “What are you talking about?”

“I can’t- It’s a surprise,” he says with a wicked grin. “So just- Eat your breakfast, and I’ll go take a shower, ok?”

“Ok,” you draw out, even more confused. You watch him walk out of the kitchen and turn towards Dodger, who’s at your feet hoping you’ll drop a bit of Danish, or maybe just both. “You in on this?”

Dodger barks quietly, which doesn’t really help. Still, you sneak him a bit of your Danish before you sit down at the breakfast bar and try to figure out what the hell is going on.

You’re in the car about an hour later and Chris still won’t tell you where you’re headed, but when he turns onto the I90 after twenty minutes or so, you are fairly certain you’ll end up in Boston, even though that leaves about a thousand places he could take you to. 

He’s unusually quiet and so you figure it must be something important but there’s just no way of telling what is happening right now. When he pulls up on Salem Street about thirty minutes later you’re even more confused, almost certain that you’ve never been here before.

When you round the car to join him on the sidewalk, he takes your hand and leads the way down the street until you get to what looks like a barber shop. It confuses you even more, because are you here to watch him get a haircut, or? 

You follow him inside and you’re surprised when the guy behind the counter greets him as if they’re old friends, telling him Dave will be with you guys in a second.

“Chris,” you whisper, gently tugging on his hand.

Before he has the chance to respond a guy walks through the curtains behind the counter and walks up to you and it takes everything you have not to stare at him, because he’s almost twice the size of Chris. This must be Dave, you figure, and you watch as he gives Chris a hug.

“How you doin’, kid?”

“Good,” Chris smiles. He nods towards you then, “This is Ace.” 

You throw him a look because why would he use your nickname, but it’s then Dave gives you a hug and you find yourself a little stunned at how gentle he is for such a big guy. Before you have the chance to ask any questions, Dave beckons you and Chris to follow him through the curtains and it’s there things get even more confusing.

There’s a chair set up, but it isn’t a barber’s chair, and you glance at Chris, hoping to finally get some answers.

“I’ll just eh-,” Dave says then, “I’ll just go grab something from the back,” and disappears through another curtain, leaving you and Chris alone.

Chris takes your hands in his and gives them a gentle squeeze, “Remember when I told you that I got that ace of hearts tattooed on what was supposed to be our ten-year anniversary?”

You nod, slowly starting to maybe connect the dots, but it isn’t until you realize what today’s date is that you let out a gasp, “Oh.”

“Yeah,” he nods and smiles, “Happy twenty-year anniversary, Ace.” He tugs on your hands, pulling you close before he wraps his arms around you, his mouth close to your ear when he says, “It’s time to start fixing things.” 

Dave reappears then and asks Chris if he’s ready. Chris nods and takes his sweater off, before he sits down in the chair and Dave starts prepping his skin. Chris holds out his hand to you and you’re quick to take it, standing next to him and watching in awe as Dave starts to fill in the broken line of Chris’ tattoo, the colour red he’s using matching that of the existing heart perfectly. You give his hand a gentle squeeze to let him know that Dave’s done not much later and let go then, so Chris can get up out of the chair and admire his tattoo in the mirror that’s hanging on the wall.

Dave throws you a wink, “Everything as it should be.” 

“Yeah,” you agree with a smile, for some reason feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, as if the enormity of what Chris has just done only now hits you. You watch as Dave places what looks like saran wrap on Chris’ chest before he hands him a tube of cream and some instructions on how to take care of it the next couple of days.

Walking out of the shop not much later Chris looks at you, a tender look in his eyes, “You ok?”

“Yeah,” you nod, a moment of clarity suddenly hitting you. 

“So,” Chris asks, hesitating a little, “am I dropping you off at your place or-?”

“No,” you say as you let go of his hand and turn towards him. You cup his face ih your hands and push yourself up so your lips ghost against his, “You’re taking me home.”

[nowandajenn]

Winter Wonderland

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none. Just tons of floof. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Brandon invited me to Christmas with his family, and it’s a big deal. I promise I’ll try and stop by after to celebrate with you.” your sister says. Your heart drops and you try not to let it show in your voice. 

“It’s okay. Really. I’ll be fine. Go celebrate with the new boyfriend and enjoy that new fresh honeymoon phase.” you tell her. 

You hang up the phone after a few more minutes of chatting with your sister and bang your head on the table. 

“Who was that?” Bucky asks, walking in from the bedroom. You look up at him, and for a second your disappointment of your sister bailing on Christmas with you is forgotten. Low slung grey sweatpants and a white T shirt should NOT be allowed to look so good on anyone. 

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly very dry. 

“My sister. She’s spending Christmas with her new boyfriend’s family.” you explain. 

He wraps his arms around you from behind, snuggling his chin into your neck. 

“I’m sorry, babe. I know this year is tough for you and your sister. It’s your first Christmas without your dad, and I know you wanted to spend it together.” he says. 

“Would you be mad if we just skipped Christmas this year? I’m just....I’m not feeling it. You gesture around to the half unpacked townhouse around you. “With the move and everything, it’d just be easier to skip the hassle this year.” 

Bucky gives you a small smile. 

“We can, but are you sure? You love Christmas. You look forward to it every year, and you make sure to drag me along into your Christmas frenzy.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure.” you say sadly.

“Wait, are you sure we’re talking about the same person?” Steve asks, blocking Bucky’s punch. “Y/N LOVES Christmas. She starts planning for it in like, July.” 

“She said she didn’t want to celebrate this year. Said it didn’t really feel like Christmas. We’re still not unpacked all the way from the move, there’s no snow..blah blah. I feel bad. I know that she loves it, and I just don’t want her to miss out on it.” Bucky tells him. 

“This is a weird conversation. Usually it’s her trying to get you into the holiday spirit, whether you want to or not.” 

“Tell me about it. But I love her, and love makes you do stupid things.” 

“Doll, wake up.”

You groan, rolling over and folding the pillow over your ears. 

Bucky tugs on your arms gently, pulling them away from the pillow. 

“Come on, I have a surprise for you.”

You half open one eye and look at the clock on the nightstand. 

“It’s 3am. Your surprise can’t wait until a decent hour? Like 8?” you grumble. 

He tugs you up from the bed and tells you to get dressed in warm clothes. Having absolutely no idea what’s going on and being half asleep, you do as he says. 

You come downstairs and see Bucky waiting by the door. He waits patiently while you pull on your boots and put on your hat, gloves, and scarf. 

“Okay, I’m dressed. What’s the surprise?” you ask. 

Bucky pulls open the door and you gasp when you look outside. Sometime during the night, it started snowing, and now there’s a soft layer of puffy white stuff covering everything. You walk down the stairs onto the sidewalk and look around in wonder. The snow is still coming down fairly hard, and the flurries stick in your hair. 

“Wow. I looked at the forecast earlier. They didn’t say anything about snow until next week!” you exclaim. 

Bucky shrugs. “You know the weathermen....they’re only right half the time. Probably even less than that.” 

He closes the front door behind him and takes your hand in his. 

“Where are we going?” you ask him. 

“We’re taking our traditional walk together in the first snow of the season. Even if you don’t want to celebrate Christmas this year, we can still do this.” 

The great thing about living in New York City is no matter what time it is, there’s always SOMEWHERE open that has exactly what you’re looking for. 

Bucky takes the two steaming cups of hot chocolate from the cashier at the cart and hands one to you. 

“You’re such a good provider.” you tell him, kissing him on the cheek. 

“I know.” he smirks, taking your hand again as you continue your walk. 

“When me and Y/S/N were little, my dad always used to do this with us. Every first snow, he would get us bundled up and he would take us out. We’d walk around looking at all of the lights and the Christmas decorations. He’d buy us hot chocolate and cider donuts and it always just seemed so.....magical somehow. It was our special family tradition. I got my love of Christmas from him. Everyone else would get stressed around the holidays, but he would be like a kid himself. He loved to decorate the house with us and bake Christmas cookies and wake up early with us on Christmas morning.” 

You sniffle and wipe your tears away with your knuckle.

“Hey, it’s okay. Come here.” 

Bucky wraps you in a tight hug and you let your tears out. 

“I just miss him so much, you know?”

“I know you do. But hey, we’re carrying on his traditions together, and maybe someday, we can start carrying them on with our kids.” 

You look up at him and smile. 

“Really?” you ask softly.

“Really.” he assures you. You look into his deep blue eyes and are so thankful to have him in your life. 

“I love you so much. Thank you for doing this for me.” you tell him. 

“You’re welcome.” he says, kissing you softly on the mouth. 

Bucky takes your cup of hot chocolate and sets it down on a nearby bench nex to his. 

“What are you doing now?” you ask, laughing. 

He shushes you and pulls out his phone, tapping a few buttons before the music starts. 

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

In the lane, snow is glistening

A beautiful sight

We’re happy tonight

Walking in a winter wonderland

You let Tony Bennett’s smooth voice wash over you as Bucky takes your hand and you start dancing underneath the falling snow. You laugh and let him lead, feeling so happy and so in love, and knowing that you’ll remember this forever.

Gone astray is the blue bird

Here to stay is the new bird

He sings a love song

As we go along

Walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow we can build a snowman

And pretend that he is Parson Brown

He’ll say are you married, we’ll say no man

But you can do the job when you’re in town.

Later on, we’ll conspire

As we dream by the fire

To face unafraid

The plans that we made

Walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow we can  build a snowman

And pretend that he’s a circus clown

We’ll have lots of fun with Mr. snowman

Until the other kids knock him down

When it snows, ain’t it thrilling

Though your nose gets a chilling

We’ll frolic and play, the Eskimo way

Walking in a winter wonderland

Walking in a winter wonderland

Walking in a winter wonderland

As the song ends, Bucky spins you out and then brings you back close to him. 

“Will you marry me?” he asks softly.

You stare at him, mouth agape, watching as he produces a ring box from his jacket  pocket that contains a beautiful solitaire engagement ring. 

“I just thought that maybe we could make another great memory for the holidays.” he says, eyes alight with excitement. 

“Yes! Oh my God, yes!” you exclaim, jumping into his arms. 

He twirls you around as the snow falls down around you, and you laugh, silently sending a “Merry Christmas” up to the sky to your dad, knowing he would love it if  he could see this. 

[princeleyjeans]

First ‘normal’ trikey kiss. Warning...Hella fuckin’ cute.

Know I always say this like “No! their first kiss would be this way!”  “NO! IT’LL BE THAT WAY WITH KNIVES AND GUNFIRE AND TREVOR VIOLENTLY JIZZING OVER A STATUE OF POTATOES!” but instead, lets already assume the First! first kiss has already happened and this is the part II smooch.  Drama, whatever, already gone by, that tensions been broken so now we’ve got the follow up to deal with, and that is where the plot continues.  --- Canonly, or as much so as it can get despite T and Mike’s fragmented shitfest of a relationship, I sorta imagine it as a bro-in-law/bestie hug but with that extra lil somethin’ cus this is the epilogue of ending C and things are better and blah blah blah send me to jail.  So imagine this is like, several weeks after part I and the guys have talked about stuff, worked on being kinda okay with things and are in this platonic limbo where they’re sorta a couple but nothings happened yet and they’re cool about that except they’re itching to just break the second barrier, just know they can show affection and it’s not gonna be weird or tense or the others gonna bolt like a fucking startled horse cus hahahaahah---No.  I, Personally, see like, a party, or some big family get-together and it’s the end of the day, Michael’s washing dishes or doing some random, regular everyday task he wouldn’t normally cus the maid would’ve already swept through and ran outta the house to avoid witnessing another disaster unfold, and Trevor wanders in with more of whatever the fuck they’ve stocked up on for the day and maybe it’s the fact they’re alone or the quiet end of day vibes or maybe M is just high on the soap fumes but there’s a thank you and some sorta other compliment and the moment is perfect and things are okay-ish and they move in for a “We did it without murdering everybody” hug and naturally it just goes further.  The kiss isn’t hard or overly sweet, it’s just one of those couple seconds, firm but enjoyable, steady smooches, like a married person kiss.  It’s like you’ve been together for decades and still love each other so confidently that this is like a regular way of being “I love you, you’re cool, keep being chill”.  It’s like that and then they break apart and T goes back to moving stuff and M finishes the dishes/cups/whatever and the day just goes on. 

[nicknellie]

Honestly the fact that March is in two months is actually horrific. Also that’s a mood, my sleep schedule has been weird due to Covid as well. (and technically good night to you when I get this down in like the next hour)

Box stuff

1. Exactly, Alex tells Luke how exactly to get back on good terms with his parents and at the same time tells him how dumb he was but lovingly and of course since it’s Alex Luke immediately listens.

I love that, also he was close to his teachers. Like he would be the one to tell them if Luke (for example) had a bad night and to let him skip the class and the teacher would begrudgingly agree just because they know that Alex is true to his word and will make sure that he’s caught up on everything. Honestly I don’t really feel like Alex is a teachers pet as well but he did get along with his teachers.

Actual points (that did make sense)

Oh my goodness yes, Emily will deliberately try to remember embarrassing Luke stories just so Alex can bring it up.

‘Bold words for someone who cried when they didn’t get to go on the tea cups’

Precisely, they gave the chance for Luke to make up with Emily if he wished because they didn’t really have anything to say to their parents. Agreed, and that’s some thing I hope season two expands on because they had to have friends outside of the band even if they were closer with the band than anyone else they definitely had some acquaintances. Imagine people making tributes 🥺 (honestly I feel like they were all kind of done with school and that Bobby if he didn’t quit like the other boys then he probably did not return). But I love that idea. I feel like Alex had a little sister as well, and that’s a really good theory I feel like it would make sense that Mitch and Emily were a bit more overprotective about the band and everything if they had a miscarriage. Because they want Luke to do so well that to them committing himself to a band that might not take off wasn’t the path to go and they were worried. Agreed, honestly if anything sometimes I just think to myself that the three of them are only children however I feel like it would also work if they had a younger or older sibling (Alex having a younger one and Reggie having an older one).

That’s relatable I’ve had quite a few songs I’ve only listened tofor a bit and then immediately fall in love with them. I hadn’t heard the song before but I checked it out and I agree. If you like it is some thing that Rose wrote towards them just to remind them not to give up. Because, while wake up was personal to Julie and to remind her to keep doing music this song would kind of be Roses way to say all the words she never got to say but not like in an Unsaid Emily way. (Exactly how you said it lol)

I feel like they had a piano as well, so one day Julie does play it for them and it’s so sad.

3. Oh my goodness, Willie setting the kitchen on fire and then Alex trying to help him is everything. And yes he does need to be banned from the kitchen, is the type who would burn water. Yes, every single time Luke and Reggie try to receive the book for Alex just so that he has something to look at but he’s just like ‘nope I don’t need it anymore’

Board games and jam (that is honestly just monopoly and among us at this point)

1. I’m glad this made you laugh because I find it hilarious as well. And that’s exactly what happens because Alex waits for Reggie to be completely unprepared and just like Luke he sends a drumstick at him.

Honestly I’m the one who wrote the sentence and at first I interpreted that way as well. Just like Alex has thrown drumsticks of the band so many times that he has perfected his skills is so true.

He does and Willie is just crying laughing in the corner because Alex is throwing drumsticks at Caleb. I love how Alex just doesn’t stop and Caleb eventually it’s just like okay I guess I will continue on with my evil speech. But he continues to get hit with drumsticks, although he doesn’t understand how.

Among us

I love that so much. That is exactly what happens and bonus points if Alex looks Willie straight in the eye when he kills him. And Alex isn’t even subtle about it he legitimately just follows Willie and kills him immediately.

That is so cruel but hilarious. Building off of that idea a little bit the first time someone finds Luke’s body is Alex and he runs away. After that round Luke is so hurt but Alex is like we’re all just going to be suspicious of each other and there’s no point.

How Flynn has the rules memorized no one understands but she will legitimately say ‘in section B point 2 it says blah blah blah’ and she is always correct.

I love the example you chose was someone, probably Willie, moving three squares instead of two and Flynn just loses it. (bonus points if just like Alex she will throw something at you but it’s usually the rule book and or her piece)

I do have to agree with you but at the same time Alex being friends with Flynn and the two of them plus Julie making friendship bracelets is adorable to me. But with your point, legitimately they are always in agreement together. One time Alex even lies about the rules and just because Flynn is done with Luke, she will agree with him.

I do have to agree with you, I may not start arguments but I am definitely the type to be like ok this is your turn and you have to go twice ect. And as we should

Alex never has any pity for Reggie struggles, legitimately Reggie will not understand how Uno is played and Alex will just be like ‘oh sad, now draw 4’ (I have no clue why I chose Uno but that’s the route I’m going down)

Numbers

2. That was exactly my intent. And yes, Alex does say that.

6. Honestly Willie trying to have a discussion with Alex and then Alex just panicking while the guys are laughing in the corner is everything.

Actually I haven’t seen Miranda before but I will have to check it out and the American version because anything that has Cheyenne Jackson in it needs to be seen at some point. I don’t know why but that just gives me total Alex energy like Willie just offhandedly asked him about some thing and Alex is immediately agrees although in real life the statement is very false. (Honestly I feel like we’ve already talked about three AU here but you definitely should)

8. Luke- yes he is very selfless which upsets Alex who usually is the one who reminds him to proceed with his day and do things. Also agreed, the band means so much to him that he couldn’t be cocky even is he tried (unless it’s about the others talents)

Reggie- I love his solo in stand tall as well, I don’t think you’ve mentioned that before but that lyric is really good from now or never. (Honestly part of the reason why I love those song so much because both Alex and Reggie have solos in them)

I haven’t listened much to his new EP either but I’ve listened to Uh oh and ballerina (really good)

Alex- exactly, honestly I feel like that scene was kind of uncharacteristic on Luke’s part. Because throughout the show we see him being supportive of Alex and trying to get Alex to appreciate his talent more (after now or never basically him being like Alex you killed it come on) so him basically saying that they don’t need drumming anymore is a bit weird.

Precisely, whenever anything goes wrong they usually turn to Alex because although it may not go the best way he’s always the best person to handle it

Bobby- same here, it’s easier to talk about a character if you know how exactly they are/how they react to things

Umm this is painful. Thinking about Luke being left behind hurts, also your right. Honestly I feel like if any of them and Luke especially lost each other then they would probably lose music because the greatest attachment they have to music is each other. (Which for Luke is a big thing) oh my goodness thinking about him going to the studio and just crying because he’s thinking about the boys is everything. Also thinking about Luke unconsciously going home and just seeing the boys in simple stuff that his parents are doing is heart crushing. Aw just Luke and Emily going to hug each other is adorable, honestly it would be amazing to see him talk about the fact that he lost the boys and then slowly she becomes supportive of his music and, despite what I said earlier, eventually he releases a tribute to them.

17. Yes exactly, bonus points if the wave that Caleb does is the one that he did after Alex says ‘Willie and I. I mean I wouldn’t call it magic’

‘Do what you gotta do’ and nothing to lose are some of the best technically villain songs and Cheyenne Jackson does such a good job at them that honestly seeing his character turn good would be sad. (But that would also mean more songs in general possibly and not losing the character so it’s hard to decide)

19. Exactly, they all just end up attacking each other with snowballs that it’s hard to keep alliances. Also yes, Willie has a really keen eye for perfect moments to throw snowballs.

Agreed, it will be exciting to see them grow as actors and also how they grow in general because as you spend more time with castmates you get closer to them and that chemistry is more evident on screen which will also help out. It’s interesting because the show has kind of like a perfect balance of actors who are in stuff before so they have previous acting experience and actors who haven’t really. So seeing them get more recognition especially for the ones who have been in stuff before but aren’t really recognize/popular because of that is amazing. (also the fact that quite a few of them have picked up learning a new instrument and or in general can play quite a few instruments so I hope that they will experiment with that during the second season)

Agreed, just wouldn’t want the show to have too many villains to the point where it gets overwhelming and just repetitive. Honestly Willie turning the ghost club into a skate park just out of spite for Caleb would be amazing.

I have no clue why but the ‘you’d better run’ made me think of that ‘why are you running’ vine and now I can see Carlos saying that just to be funny.

21. Oh yea Willie almost got arrested while he was alive. Honestly if anything I think that he was running from the cops before he died so he was almost going to get arrested for sure.

Exactly, bonus points if it’s Alex who actually did the graffiti just because he knew that Reggie was upset and although he teases Reggie so much, he will be the first one to say something if anyone ever hurt him.

25. Exactly, also love the ‘she’s going to kill me again’ like Caleb is scary but if you hurt Alex then Carrie is most definitely scarier. That’s how the talk goes, word from word. And yes although Carrie is more so all bite no bark, the boys would’ve definitely killed willie if he hurt Alex. They would find a way, it’s definitely possible. I feel like while all of them would know that Willie wouldn’t actually hurt Alex. They say that just in case because they love Alex and if there’s a slight chance that someone could hurt him then they want to make sure that the person knows repercussions will happen.

They are perfect for each other lol

32. Exactly, and Alex just brushing off the dirt of Reggie‘s jacket and being the mom friend is very in character. Also the handing over the cookies, and Bobby goes with him just to make sure that Reggie doesn’t get lost again. (Luke was probably with Reggie when he got lost and or is the one who wandered off and lost Reggie while doing so)

37. He can do the impossible though I feel like that’s definitely canon. It does makes sense, if anyone can be trusted to do something that is hypothetically impossible it’s definitely Reggie. It will definitely be done in the weirdest way but Reggie will always pull through.

Oh my goodness ‘the timeout corner’ I love that. They are preschoolers thought especially with lighters. Yes, that is the only time Alex did not realize that Reggie had a lighter and of course it was the time that Reggie set Luke on fire. (Love the fact that you said he was panicking because he knows that he will be put in a time out)

I want a Reggie and Julie duet as well, it would be so amazing. And yes that is the title. They have another one that’s pure country because Luke won’t let Reggie have a country song.

Omg I’m so sorry, I’m really dumb and I thought I had posted this forever ago but turns out I just had it saved to my drafts! Aksbdkdk sorry lmao

March is in two months??? That doesn’t sound right. March was like a week ago. I hate this.

Good *insert time of day here* for whenever you read this!!

Box stuff:

1. Yeah exactly! And like what if it’s not just that it’s Alex so he listens, but it’s Alex so it makes sense? As in, if anyone else was telling him he’d wouldn’t get where they were coming from but because Alex takes the time to really explain what’s going on Luke actually gets it (even if he doesn’t want to get it, but Alex can tell when he’s just being difficult and petty)

Omggg I love that! Like he’d arrive to class early to tell them to make sure nobody else heard. And it gives a whole new meaning to his line “I’m pretty sure that was just a you thing. I was always pretty trustworthy ☺️” because like if any of the other boys (especially Reggie) tried it then they wouldn’t have got anywhere at all but just everyone trusts Alex

Actual points:

Agskdlsld I love that also “bold words for someone who once got his head stuck in a lampshade” “SHE TOLD YOU THAT?!?!”

Oooooh I never thought about them dropping out of school but that would make a lot of sense (especially for Luke dropping out because of all people he wouldn’t have seen any need to stay). And exactlyyy they would have had to have other friends and they must’ve been upset by their friends dying so like??? And the idea of people making tributes hurts my heart - like, putting flowers or whatever outside their old lockers at the school, no matter if they were still in school or not, just as their way of saying goodbye, or making sure nobody sat where they used to sit in class. And having a whole-school assembly where they played Sunset Curve’s demo and talked about how inspirational the boys were and I’ve gotta stop or I’ll cry. And yesss because if Luke was their one shot at having a child, something they had dreamed of for years, they’d want him to succeed and they were so blinded by it that they wanted him to succeed in their way, not his which could fail. And yeah, I also usually think they’re only children but for the purposes of fics or adding some more depth to their characters then I like to think about siblings and how that would have changed them as people. But the show never mentions them ever so I mainly stick to canon that they don’t too

Yessss exactly 🥺 it’s her way of telling them that they don’t need to worry or be sad and I love it so much!

3. Lmao Willie just being a kitchen disaster is brilliant - he actually did burn water once (on purpose just to see if he could actually do it) but then every time he tried to cook after that and use water he burnt it on accident and he has no idea how he’s doing it bc it’s impossible and after the fifth time and the fire Alex is like “ok willie just go”

Lol it kinda turns into some sort of game once Luke and Reggie realise Alex is dead set on not having that recipe book. He throws it away and one of them sneaks it into his pocket somehow. So he throws it away again and next time he opens the fridge one of them has put it in there. They just spend hours moving around the book solely to piss Alex off

Board games and jam (lmfao yeah there’s no jam left, it’s one board game, and a random online game):

1. Alex now just uses it as any excuse, like Luke will ask him to make room for him on the couch or whatever and Alex will scowl at him and say “if you make me move I swear to god I will pelt your face with drumsticks” and Luke just backs away slowly and sits somewhere else

Absbdksl with the Caleb bit, it’s like Alex has been secretly practising magic tricks or sleight of hand or whatever, so he’s got these hundreds of drumsticks hidden all over his body and no one can see where he’s getting them from apart from when he literally pulls them out his sleeve. Caleb - the actual magician ffs - spends hours later trying to work out how he did it but can’t. Willie finding it hilarious is everything omg just stood in the corner like “you go babe! Mildly inconvenience that soul-stealing jazz singer ghost!”

Among Us:

LMFAO YES and he does it in front of everyone too, reports the body himself, admits to it on chat, but nobody votes him out because Willie had it coming

I love that sm, Luke looking at Alex like “dude I’m right there” but Alex just completely ignoring him. The anger and hurt just fuels Luke’s weird ability to be able to sense whenever Alex is imposter

Yes definitely! Flynn gives the page number and everything, and Julie watches so smug and proud as he best friend rattled off these rules and Reggie is like “that can’t be right” so Alex checks and everyone is just that little bit more scared of Flynn because god that was weirdly cool

Ajakdlsnd YES she does or if she’s sat beside the person who did it she just repeatedly hits them over the head with the rule book like “MOVE. YOUR. PIECE. BACK. ONE. SPACE.”

Oooohhh I love the friendship bracelet idea that’s so cute! Also, I know I said they wouldn’t be that close, but the idea of Flynn going to Alex before anyone else when she realises she has a crush on Carrie (because she knows he’s gay and also hopefully friends with Carrie at this point and he might be able to be helpful) is literally such a cute idea to me. And the one time they’re not in agreement with the rules is obviously when it comes to Willie - Flynn accuses Willie of cheating somehow and Alex readies his drumsticks to throw at her like “what did you just say about my boyfriend?”

I do that too! But tbh most arguments are because I get competitive and demand we play the game by my utterly made up rules which are very biased towards me. I’m half the reason most card games are banned in my house... 😂

Oh lol I love that Alex just takes advantage of Reggie’s complete lack of uno knowledge. Reggie will pick up a useful card like the one where you change the colour or whatever, and he asks what it means, so Alex is like “oh that means you have to pick up four of every colour”

Numbers:

6. Exactly, so right. And like I feel like that’s definitely the sort of thing we could see in season 2 - like Alex and Willie having a conversation and Alex feels normal and fine but then Reggie and Luke and Julie come in and suddenly everything that comes out of his mouth sounds romantic and sappy and they’re all laughing at him and it wasn’t this hard before they came in!

You should definitely watch Miranda! I can’t remember if it’s still on Netflix, but highly recommend! Exactly, any opportunity to see Cheyenne Jackson act should be taken at once. And yes, it has total Alex energy, Willie could say anything and Alex is just like yes absolutely. (And tbh that’s mainly the plot of Miranda as well so if I did write this hypothetical AU there would be plenty of opportunity for it lmaooo)

8. Luke - yes wait I love all this so much. Like as a totally random example if Luke tries to surprise them all by cooking lunch or dinner or whatever one day (even though he’s a terrible cook and it should always be left to Alex) he just forgets to make any food for himself and Alex has to gently remind him that Luke you need to eat too remember? And Luke being cocky about the others’ talents??? God Tier Thought, I love it so so so much. Like someone will tell him he was really good on stage that night and he’ll brush it off with “yeah, but did you hear Alex’s drum solo? Totally improv, the guy has mad skills. And Reggie’s backing vocals and harmonies - his range is literally unbelievable, better than most people to be honest. Oh and Bobby? Well damn, did you hear his solo? He’s up there with the best, learnt that whole thing in under ten minutes”

Reggie - same tbh 😂 like I love Luke and Julie’s vocals to the moon and back, but it always feels kinda special whenever Alex and Reggie sing y’know bc we hardly ever hear them apart from backing

Yeah I listened to Uh Oh and a few others too, I think Stranger was my favourite (if that’s even what it’s called, I think it is) but I haven’t heard the whole thing yet. Ballerina is my jam omfg I love it and I love he wrote the whole thing for and about Carolynn like that’s so sweet 🥺

Alex - yeah I thought that too! I think I saw a post ages and ages ago that was talking about how it would have made more sense if Luke was worried about being left behind or had some abandonment issues (worries from his days arguing with his parents) so at the first sign that Alex wants to “leave him” (in his mind) and cross over or join Willie he gets defensive and tries to shut Alex out with that line before Alex can leave him. I might not have explained that as well as the post did but I think it’s the general gist?

I think you’re right, I can totally see any of them losing sight of music to begin with. I think for Reggie he would sort of shrink in on himself and just not feel up to doing anything at all, he would really struggle mental health-wise. Then for Alex I think he’d launch himself into boring menial tasks to get his mind off it, maybe go off the rails a little because what does it matter anymore? Then exactly as you said for Luke, bc it’s so important to him he just can’t face it. And obviously we’ve talking about Bobby like a million posts ago and still now 😂 but eventually all of them would take up music again and write a tribute for each other.

This is only a little bit off topic bc we just mentioned Emily and Luke but yeah so if Emily and Mitch saw Julie and the Phantoms perform what would they do??? Bc I can’t imagine it, and I don’t think they’d believe in ghosts, but if they did like would they be happy? Or angry that Julie didn’t tell them? Or sad because they can only see their son if he’s playing and that’s the very thing they encouraged him never to do? Idk idk idk but I just want them to find out about the band in season 2!!!

17. Bonus points definitely awarded, I love that sm lmao

And yeah like Cheyenne Jackson just does villain songs so well??? Like, Caleb is my best friend’s favourite character and I asked her why she loves him so much and to answer she just got Spotify up and started playing Nothing to Lose and I was like ok fair enough. Exactly, like I want him to turn good but the villain songs might be something I can’t lose. But then just general Caleb songs ugh idk I’d love that too

Wait wait wait I had a thought - someone’s probably said it before but Caleb and Willie duet????? Please?!?!

19. Lmao by the end alliances just don’t exist at all anymore

Yes all of this!!! It really is perfect because as you said their friendships will develop and that’ll translate into screen so beautifully and I honestly can’t wait. And of course as you said the balance between upcoming actors and those who have been in stuff before is great, they’ll be able to give each other tips and pointers and learn from each other and eventually start reaching the same levels of fame or whatever and that’ll just be so cool! And yes it’s so cool to see them start getting recognition - like Madison hitting one million followers on Instagram the other day, I’m literally so proud of her and so glad she’s getting what she deserves!! Agreed, it’s great that they all play their own instruments and sing their own stuff rather than having others do that for them - I really want to see more of Sacha playing his guitar as Nick bc he’s so good, but also he’s being possessed by Caleb and I want Caleb to just be terrible at guitar so that’s how they first know somethings off bc Nick suddenly can’t play 😂😂

Ajsndlslf Carlos would totally do that. Carlos would be the one to introduce the guys to Vine and it would haunt Julie’s existence for all eternity because now Alex won’t play anything until Julie has said “bring the beat in” for him to reply “anything for you Beyoncé!” And Reggie would keep saying “I wanna be a cowboy, baby” and it gets on her nerves, and Luke takes to strumming his guitar and going “I love you bitch I ain’t never gonna stop loving you bitch” and yeah lmao

21. Wait yeah lmao that’s the only reason he didn’t get arrested because he freaking died instead, chaotic king

Oh it was DEFINITELY Alex who did the graffiti, it’s his way of being overprotective and cheering Reggie up

25. Lmao I love that - Caleb is scary but oh shit better watch out for Carrie Wilson. The guys would definitely find a way to kill Willie again - they’d go to extremes like figuring out how to do the stamp so he stops existing (or maybe they would just talk about doing that but not actually do it because that feels way too mean and if Willie hurt Alex (not that he would) then they could just keep them out of each other’s way). Yeah exactly, they just want to make sure they’ve got everything covered to try and protect Alex as they would do for anyone in their group - and Alex insists he doesn’t need their protection because it’s just Willie, but really he’s extremely grateful for it

32. YES I love all that like Alex is about to send Reggie on his way but is just like “hang on, take Bobby with you, I don’t want you getting lost or eating all the cookies before you get there” And Luke having got lost with Reggie is everything - both of them were looking at a cool bird or something and didn’t realise Alex and Bobby had kept walking, so Luke tried to lead Reggie in the right direction but got them lost, and then said to Reggie “stay here I’ll get help” and left him and didn’t come back because he couldn’t find him again

37. Oh 100%. Reggie can do impossible things but they’re just in ways that also seem like they should be impossible. I wish I could think of examples, but I don’t know how to do impossible things so 😂🤷🏻‍♀️

Adjoskflfmj yeah he’s not panicking because Luke’s on fire, he’s panicking because he doesn’t want to miss snack time while he’s in the timeout corner (having a scheduled snack time was Bobby’s idea because Luke said he wasn’t allowed to eat during rehearsal because he needed to focus)

Honestly Julie letting Reggie have any country song he wants just because Luke won’t let him is everything I need and more

[girlwithshipsshitshow]

Part 11

Misaki: (Runs hands through his hair) Sorry Takahiro, I was going to call you, but i've been a little preoccupied with my fiance here..

Takahiro: I had to hear it from this guy (Taps Isaka's chest) Luckily he didn't sound worried so...

Takahiro, Isaka: Wait did you just say Fiance?

Misaki: Oh yeah, we got engaged saturday.

Isaka: (Walks over to Usagi, salps usagi on the shoulder who groans in pain) Congrats man, you finally asked him!

Usagi: (Raspy voice) Uh, actually Misaki asked me, and please don't hit me I just has surgery.

Takahiro: Are you okay Usagi-san?

Usagi: I'm fine

Takahiro: (Walks over to Misaki and Usagi) So, you guys are getting married?

Misaki: Yes, Yeah we are.

Takahiro: We'll congrats.

Misaki: Yeah, you don't seem so happy about it.

Takahiro: I haven't even gotten used to the idea of you guys dating and now you're engaged?

Misaki: Yeah, we'll my plan was to propose after we told you and before I graduated, so I don't really care if you've gotten used to it, we've been dating for years without you knowing and now that you know we can fully be happy, and if i'm sorry if you can't get on board.

Takahiro: I can, I just need time to processes all this.

Misaki: We'll right now, we need to focus on Usagi, so this conversation isn't happening right now.

Takahiro: (Nods walks over to the sofa and sits down beside Aikawa).

Isaka: Well I'm happy for you. (Smiles awkwardly, and goes to sit on the sofa).

(Nurse Rose walks in and smiles at Aikawa causing her to blush, she sits on the arm of the sofa causing her to blush more, her heart was beating out of her chest, hopefully no one could hear it.)

Nurse rose: Looks like we have a full house.

Misaki: Yeah, my brother Takahiro is beside Aikawa, and beside him is the senior manager at the publishing company where Usagi's work is published, his name is Isaka.

Takahiro, Isaka: Hello.

Nurse Rose: So how is everyone doing? Usagi the cafe is about to close so if you want anything to eat you should place and order now, otherwise I can get you some liquid broth and tea from up here.

Usagi: I'll just take whatever's up here.

Nurse Rose: Sure, the four of you should probably go grab some food.

Misaki: I want to stay here

Usagi: No, you need to eat.

Misaki: (Sighs)

Usagi: I'll be fine for an hour, I promise.

Isaka: (Stands up, walks over to Misaki, Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder), Come on Misaki, he'll be okay.

Misaki: (Stands up) Okay (Softly places hand on Usagi's cheek and and leans down to kiss him, he softly whispers "I love you" against his lips, before giving him another kiss.

Nurse Rose: Okay, so I can take you guys up to the cafe, (confused look) It's on the fivthteen floor for some reason, never understood that, shall we go everyone?

Misaki, Isaka, Takahiro, and Aikawa: (All follow Nurse rose out of the room, and onto the elevator).

Nurse Rose: Alright fun ride! I'm on my break before going into my night shift, do you guys mind if I eat with you?

Misaki: (gently nudges Aikawa)

Aikawa: (Slants eyebrows and mouths "what")

Misaki: (Nods at her)

Aikawa: Um, Nurse Rose?

Nurse Rose: (Smiles) I'm on break, you can just call me Rose.

Aikawa: (Blushes). Um you can join us for dinner.

Nurse Rose: Oh, that's cool! Thanks. I want to get to know you more.

Aikawa: (Clears throat) Uh, a- all- all of us.

(Elevator dings, they all get off following nurse rose to the cafe, They all get a large plate of shrimp tempura to share, and chicken broth, options were limited, since it was late and the cafe would be closing soon. Isaka, and Takahiro followed Nurse Rose to a table in the far corner of the restaurant, while Misaki and Aikawa trailed behind.

Aikawa: When she said she wants to get to know you, she meant all of us right?

Misaki: (Laughs) No, she wants to get to know YOU.

Aikawa: What does that mean?

Misaki: It means she likes you.

Aikawa: So you're engaged and suddenly you're the relationships expert? Isn't Usagi your first relationship?

Misaki: (Scuffs) And how many relationships have you been in?

(They approach the table, Nurse rose grins at Aikawa)

Misaki: See she's smiling at you.

Aikawa: No, she's Being friendly

Nurse Rose: Aikawa, I saved you a seat. (Pats the seat)

Misaki: See, (Walks over and sits beside Isaka.

Isaka: CHIBI!! (Throws arms around Misaki)

Misaki: What!?

Isaka: What's happening, how are you handling this?

Misaki: (Takes a bite of the shrimp). As well as I can be

Isaka: Good, so tell me , what's going on with those two?

(Across the table)

Rose: So how long have you known Akihiko?

Aikawa: Oh many years, he's a pain in the ass, but he's a good guys, he's like my brother.

Rose: So you've never had any sort of feelings for him?

Aikawa: (Snorts) Oh god no! He's never been into girls and the one person he's "loved" before Misaki didn't feel that way about him. Misaki's the love of his life.

Rose: (Touches Aikawa's hand) And what about you?

Aikawa: (Blushes) What about me?

Rose: (Chuckles) You ever been in love.

Aikawa: I'm in love with my Job.

Rose: Ah, one of those people.

Aikawa: One of what people?

Rose: Your life is your job and you never dedicate anytime to yourself, or anything else.

Aikawa: That-

Rose: Not true?

Aikwawa: (blushes) I need to make some time for myself?

Rose: How about tomorrow?

Aikawa: Tomorrow?

Rose: I get off at 5, we can get dinner?

Aikawa: I-

Isaka, Misaki: SAY YES!

Rose: (laughs)

Aikawa: Um, Yes!

Rose: Okay, cool. Um can I get your number?

Aikawa: Oh, um sure. (takes phone out of pocket, the two exchange numbers), Um you can call me Eri.

Isaka: Whoa! You never let anyone call you by your first name.

Aikawa: Isaka, hush.

Rose: (Laughs, we should probably head back, Im sure Akihiko is hungry, and it's almost seven so visiting hours are almost over, everyone has to head home. Except you Misaki, legally you can stay.

Isaka: What, why does he get to stay.

Rose: (Raises eyebrows),Misaki's his fiance.Don't worry the rest of you can come back at six am. Anyway we should get going, you have thirty minutes to say goodnight to your friend, and Misaki I can bring some sheets and a warm cover up so you can fix up the sofa, it pulls out into a bed.

Misaki: Thank you Nurse Rose.

(Misaki sat with his arms crossed and a foot up in the chair,he watched as Nurse rose fixed the sofa for him,she was smiling and humming, apparently she was happy about her date with Aikaw,it was around seven-thirty and everyone had already left, Usagi flipped through the tv channels and sipped on a third cup of tea, his seaced IV bag had been replaced when they came back upstairs and he had his second round of antibiotics, his vitals were still looking good, and he would have labs drawn around three in the morning, his bandages had been replaced and his surgery area looked good, other than the labs, and nurse rose checking on them throughout the night they should be good).

Misaki: You didn't have to make up the sofa, I could've done it by myself.

Nurse Rose: That's okay. It's my job.

Usagi: Misaki, relax let someone do something for you for once, plus don't you have an exam to study for? maybe do that for an hour huh?

Misaki: Fine. (Walks over to table near the window, grabs laptop, walks back over to Usagi and starts to work on study guide.

Usagi: Is this for German?

Misaki: Uh, Yeah.

Usagi: How do you feel about that?

Misaki: Good.

Usagi: Your grades are still passing?

Misaki: Ugh, yes Usagi, god you're in the hospital and you're still nagging me?

Usagi: (Reaches hand out) I just want you to graduate, you've worked so hard.

Misaki: (Smiles, takes his hand) I know, thank you.

Nurse rose: (Sits on the armchair of the sofa, she smiles at them). Do you Guys always banter like this?

Misaki: (Chuckles) Yeah kinda our thing.

Nurse Rose: So how long have you guys been together?

Usagi: (Moves bed up): Um, almost five years.

Nurse rose: How did you meet.

Misaki: He used to be my tutor, and was in love with my brother.

Nurse Rose: Really?

Usagi: Yeah, Kinda a long story.

Nurse Rose: And that doesn't make it weird.

Misaki: Um, there were times early in our relationship when I was worried he was still in love with him but-

Usagi: His brother means a lot to me, but Misaki's the love of my life, I love him so fucking much, I'll never love anyone as much as Misaki, he's my everything.

Nurse Rose: Wow, That's so sweet.

Misaki: (Sobbing) Usagi, stop saying stuff like that, I need to study.

Usagi: (Smirks) You already know that's how i feel about you, I say it to you all the time.

Misaki: Yeah, but i'm studyyinngggg.

Usagi: (Laughs). Get back to studying.

Misaki: You know i feel the same way about you right baby?

Usagi: Ahh, did you just call me baby? Do it again.

Misaki: Mmmhm, can't studying, watch tv or somthing.

Nurse Rose: Well (stands).If You need anything, you know how to get ahold of me.

Usagi: Yes, thank you.

Nurse Rose: (Exits).

(Misaki slams laptop and places it on the table in front of Usagi before pushing it out of the way, surprising him).

Usagi: Misaki, what are you doing? because we can't have sex if that's what you're trying to do. I mean I really want to, but we can't.

Misaki: No, I know that, but I have news.

Usagi: What news makes you act like THAT.

Misaki: Nurse Rose and Aikawa have a date tomorrow!

Usagi: Awe good for them.

Misaki: Why aren't you more Excited!

Usagi: I'll be more excited once you pass the test!

Misaki: (Grabs laptop) You're no fun.

Usagi: I-

Misaki: You just want me to graduate BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!

Usagi: Misaki

Misaki: I'm studying, I'm studying.

Misaki: Done, are you happy? (he looked beside him, it was ten, Usagi was out cold, he placed his laptop on the table, turned the lights off, and changed the channel to some dumb sitcom that would give him a good laugh and walked back over to Usagi, he softly ran his fingers through his soft grey hair, and leaned down softy giving him a kiss on the lips). Goodnight my love (He walked over the the sofa and sighed as he crawled under the covers, it felt weird not cuddling next to Usagi, they've been doing it a lot more recently and he knew he would have a hard time sleeping not wrapped in Usagi's arms, he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

[scentedsongrebel]

Mission: Get Cap the girl

Pairings: Steve Rogers × Reader

Summary: They may be master assasins, ex-soldiers, super heroes and spies but matchmakers they were not.

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, nosy avengers, sexual innuendos, mention of porn 

Word Count: 2944

A/N: Hey guys this is my first time wrinting Marvel so I hope you like it cause I have a lot.more ideas…

Steams of salty sweat ran down his forehead to the end of his face which he wipes off with the mini towel he has in his hand. Making his way through the common living room of the compound he distinctly hears Sam shouting about the unfairness of going on runs with a supersoldier.

He ignores Sam as he reaches the kitchen area and the scene in front of him twitches his lips in a small smile.

She stands in front of the coffee machine mutterring angrily about Tony and his stupid alarm system and saying words that if he dared to speak in the 40’s, his Ma would have rinsed his mouth with detergent.

He is so lost in her as he makes his way towards her, he completely misses the presence of Bucky and Natasha sitting on the bar stools of the dinning table, sharing knowing smirks.

She groans as the coffee machine takes centuries to get the work done but before she can take her anger out on it he reaches her and offers to help.

She grumbles something and then takes a seat nearby. He begins to prepare her coffee which is almost done just needs the addition of the creamer, one tablespoon, just as she likes.

When he is done, he hands her the cup and she moans as the hot goodness hits her throat.

Steve takes a seat besides her and watches as she completely gulps down the entire thing in one more sip and then gets up

“I’m gonna head back to bed suckers” she says as she yawns and stretches her arms

“Didn’t you just wake up?” Bucky asks “and why did you drink coffee if you wanted to sleep again?”

She shakes her head but before she could open her mouth and say something Steve beats her to it

“The coffee was to stop the headache after the stupid alarms wake her up so mercilessly”

All 3 sets of eyes turn to him in confusion, shock and understanding

“What? this happens every morning” he smiles that charming smile that makes her heart flutter

“Yeah well Tony has overridden my commands to stop the alarm system and I’m too sleepy to fix it” she smiles sheepishly and he feels butterflies in his stomach

“Anyways I’m gonna head to bed” she yawns and then touches Steve’s shoulder “Thank you so much Stevie, You’re a life saver”

As she makes her way towards the living quarters he can’t help but touch his shoulder where he can still feel the imprint of her hand and smiles like an idiot.

“This is ridiculous” its Natasha, she is sitting on the bar stool besides Bucky munching on her cereal.

“Agreed” Bucky nods, having discarded eating completely “Just ask her out punk”

Steve just sighs and shakes his head “Its not like that Y/N and I are just friends”

Both Bucky and Natasha look at each other before they start laughing, hysterically, holding each other to maintain balance.

They keep laughing for so long that Steve grumbles angrily before grabbing a tetra pack of orange juice from the fridge and descending towards his room.

Bucky and Natasha keep laughing even when Sam finally reaches them not that breathless after having taken a break.

“What’s going on?” he looks around the rest of the kitchen but it is empty “Did I miss something?”

“Oh birdbrain” Bucky having regained his breath makes his way towards the sink with his bowl “We are just getting started”

“Welcome to Mission: get Cap the girl”

_———————-:)(:———————–_

The moment he walked into an empty living room, Steve knew something was wrong. Never in his time as an Avenger has he found the living room devoid of the presence of one of the Avengers except for when they were on mission.

Steve knew for a fact no one was supposed to be on a mission today and thus he knew something was wrong.

Boy was he right.

As he crosses the hallway his super soldier senses sense presence in the meeting area.

Shaking his head he makes his way in there. They’re playing poker in the meeting room again and even though it is not what the room is for he feels offended no-one invited him.

Fully expecting an intense game he is shocked when he finds himself interrupting what seems to be a serious meeting.

His eyes widen in sink with the others around the table. All around the table is almost all of the team: Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Tony, Wanda, Vision all sat at the table and Sam standing with a marker near the board.

“What the– Why is there a meeting without me?”

He asks looking around and when no one answers he looks at the board where Sam was writing something. Sam tries to hide the Contents of the board with his body but fails miserably.

“-Get them drunk and make them admit their feelings.

-Make them share a bed

-Send them gifts from each other

-Dare them to makeout”

The list went on…..

“What the- What the– What the fuck?” He almost shouts

“Language” Tony says bored

“Oh its nothing Cap” Sam tries to defend but then Steve’s eyes shift to the top of the board

“Mission: Get Cap the Girl”

And suddenly everything thing made sense and he groans throwing his head back

“I can’t believe you people”

“But Steve” its Bucky “admit it, with your track record you need all the help you can get”

Steve feels his face turning red and he glares at Bucky

“No I don’t”

“Please everyone in this room agrees you do” its Natasha. She twirls her pen with her fingers before pointing it at him

“Yeah” Sam says “Even those who declined the offer to be a part of this meeting due to prior engagements like Rhodey, Bruce and Thor agree”

“Oh my god, you contacted Thor for this?”

“Of-course who else would supply the only drink that can make you drunk?” Bucky smirks

Steve shakes his head in disbelief and moves his hand to his forehead massaging it to release some stress while his other hand rests of his waist

“I- I can’t” He shakes his head and then points to the board

“This– stop this, nobody is getting anyone any girl, it is none of your business what goes around with Y/N and me. So stay out of it and-”

He moves towards the board and erases its contents with the duster nearby.

“Abort this Mission: Cap girl whatever it is”

“Mission: get Cap the Girl” Tony says smiling and enjoying this

Steve growls in irritation again

“Abort the mission or I will be your worst nightmare”

He looks so angry that even Vision winces at the intensity of his threat. Steve’s face is completely red by the time he leaves the room and slams the door shut

After a moment of silence it is Clint that breaks the ice

“Just so we’re clear, We aren’t aborting the mission are we?”

“Not a chance”

_———————-:)(:———————-_

Y/N was a spy. A good one. She knew things were happening before they even started showing because of her killer observation skills. That’s how she got into The CIA then Shield and back to CIA before becoming an Avenger because of her combat skills and efficiency in locating and deriving Intel.

She could just tell when something was wrong and she did come in handy a lot of times due to this ability.

That is why she knew something maybe wrong no something was definitely wrong.

Her team was behaving weirder than usual and more than once had she found herself in weird situations. Most of them involving a certain blonde-haired super soldier.

She had found herself and Steve locked in the small suffocating space of the 2nd floor broom closet which even F.R.I.D.A.Y couldn’t open due to some ‘glich’ and which she could’ve sworn was not there before. I mean they have automated cleaning done by F.R.I.D.A.Y and the cleaning staff carried their own stuff.

They had remained locked for more than 2 hours. 2 of the longest hours of her life. With her heart pounding louder than anything with Steve so close to her and any sense of rational thoughts out of her mind.

Then she found herself in the middle of a conversation where Sam was ready to bet a thousand dollars that Steve was huge down there with Bucky agreeing even inputting that the serum worked everywhere.

She had choked on her water at that and had quickly excused herself.

Nat and Wanda had tried to up Steve more than what may be considered healthy and if she didn’t know any better, she could’ve sworn they had a thing for him.

“That dorito figure is so super hot Y/N you can’t deny that”

“The self-righteousness screams sexy to me”

Even Tony who was passing by sighing about the drowning depth of his ocean blue eyes. 

From there being no other option than Steve to be partner for every single  mission to having to share a room with him with only one bed as no other room was available to being sent on missions to warehouses without a single clue of Hydra and was it violin music she could distinctly hear playing in the background with only Steve as company

“Oops sorry wrong information, our bad”

She was sure by now that they knew about her crush on Steve and were teasing her in their own twisted ways.

Which brings her to the situation at hand where the only people showing to movie night were her and Steve.

She knew the moment she walked into the T.V room to see just Steve what was happening.

“Let me guess” she says as she walks to sit besides him on the couch, maintaining a respectful distance “Someone got sick, the other had a meeting, someone has a date, someone has a wife, blah blah blah”

Steve shakes his head and smiles at her offering her some popcorn

“You know they are all a bunch of idiots”

“God! If I didn’t know any better, I would say they were trying to set us up” she says casually popping a popcorn in her mouth and immediately regrets saying it.

Steve’s face turns completely red, eyes wide and he tries to stutter something but then just turns towards the T.V.

“Well why don’t we do what we came here for, leave those idiots” he says moving towards the dvd player because apparently the smart TV wasn’t working. Again suspicious. She also thinks she can hear an angry hiss down the hall but ignores it as she gets to snaek a peak at the backside of the all american glory.

She feels he knows something but doesn’t pushes it much and waits for him to pick a movie. Well if she had to watch a movie with just one person as company, she’s pretty glad with the one she has.

He searches through the dvd’s and she can see his ears going red before he turns to face her, completely red in the face.

She raises her eyebrow and gets up to take a look at what had gotten the super-soldier looking like a tomato.

“Hey! Lets do something else” he says moving the dvd case away from her “Wanna grab dinner, maybe walk around a bit what'da say?.. I mean”

He blabbers and although she feels a flutter in her heart because of the dinner suggestion.. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she tries to sneak a peak at what he’s hiding.

“Come on Steve what is wrong with the dvd’s”

“Nothing Y/N please lets just do something else”

She huffs a sigh

“Fine”

He sighs in relief putting down the dvd case and making his way towards her to lead her out of the door but before he can process what’s happening, she is behind him and has one of the dvd’s in her hand.

She looks carefully at the cover not quiet understanding where she has heard the title before before it sinks in and she drops the cd on the floor.

“Is this… Oh my god”

“Y/N I’m really sorry I just, those morons, fucking assholes they’re just…. Oh god”

Before she can help it she bursts out laughing and shaking her head

Steve looks at her in bewilderment

“Oh god they made you go crazy” Steve runs his hands through his hair

Y/N keeps laughing, holding a hand on to her stomach to settle some of the pain settling due to the laughter

“Y/N are you okay?” He makes his way towards her

“Oh, No no no” she shakes her head “Of-course I’m not okay, I mean do they really think getting us alone to movie night with no option other than porn is good matchmaking? These idiots have the responsibility to save the world”

He doesn’t understand how to react but before he can speak anything she continues.

“I mean I knew it was kinda obvious but this much? Do they really think I’m that horny?”

“W-What?” He stammers now thoroughly confused “obvious? You’re uh h-horny?”

“I’m a lot of things Steve” she sighs starting towards the door “I’m not in the movie mood as of now, sorry for the…. Umm you know. Anyways I’m gonna head to bed now”

But before she can leave Steve rushes in front of her taking hold of her elbow

“What did you mean obvious”

“You really don’t need to know”

“I really do” he moves closer until there is no space left between them “What is obvious Y/N because I am known to be kinda naive when it comes to you

"Steve I-I” but her words get caught in her throat as he bends down until their noses touch

“You?”

She shakes her head unable to speak and just stares at his eyes trying to say whatever it is through her soft loving gaze. He brings his hand to her right cheek and rubs his thumb on it in circles

“I really wanna kiss you right now” he says and all she can see is the deep drowning ocean blue eyes and all she can think of is him

“Why don’t you” it is a whisper and before she can comprehend, soft lips touch one another and there is the attack of butterflies throughout her entire body.

He is desperate, soft but there is an urgency. Like he was afraid it was a dream and he would wake up any second, like she would stop him any moment.

But when she finally realizes what is happening and is kissing him back all he can do is groan as he moves his hands from where they were caressing her cheeks to her waist to lift her up to his height. She wraps her legs around his waist, not breaking the intense moment.

They keep kissing until realization of the necessity of breathing settles in and even then he moves to place tender kisses on her jaw, her cheek, where ever he can from their current position as she regains her breath.

They stay like that for a while, trapped in the moment and each other until voices of celebration break the shell.

She feels confetti fall on her body and looks around to search for the source 

“Mission get Cap the girl is a success”

“I take all the credit for my brilliant idea”

“The only thing you can take credit for is providing the dvd’s birdbrain”

Looking around confused she turns her attention back to Steve who is still watching her intently and moves to kiss her again as she turns to him

“Steve-” she tries to question as she breaks away from the kiss with utmost difficult

“No” he pecks her lips 

“What is-”

“Tell you later” and just like that he starts kissing her again not letting her down from his arms, he doesn’t think he can and suddenly she does not care about the Voices behind her screaming at them to get a room

After what seems like a long while of making out Steve breaks away from the kiss to allow her time to breath as he addresses the group

“Tomorrow morning runs for everyone at 4 in the morning and grade 5 level training after. Also the mission reports I said you can let go after the verbal debrief, I would need them handwritten at my desk my tomorrow evening”

Y/N looks at him with a frown and he kisses the frown off her face

“Not you sweetheart”

“But Cap” its Sam

“I said nightmare Wilson” Steve says not breaking eye contact with the woman in his arms “Nightmares don’t always come at night”

“But Steve” Natasha starts “We were just trying to help”

“Captain’s orders”

“Are you crazy” Bucky says as he moves his hands vigorously conveying his point “It worked, we were of help”

“I’m a man of my word Buck” he says and smiles at Y/N “If you’ll excuse me, I got a girl to impress, see you in the morning 4 am sharp, no excuses”

He re positions his arms, readjusting Y/N so that he now holds her bridal style as she wraps her hands around his neck

“Shall we”

“We shall”

They move towards the living quarters ignoring the whining Avengers blaming each other and complaining about lack of gratefulness at the acts of good.

“Just so we’re clear, I like you” she smiles as they reach his room

“Just so we’re clear I like you more” he says as he places a kiss on her lips before putting her down and moving his hands to her waist

“I guess the mission Get Cap the girl was a success after all”

He furrows his eyebrows at her

“You-”

“I was right there and I have ears you know”

“It was a stupid mission was what it was”

“Ya because we definitely would have confronted each other with our feelings without a mission”

“Definitely”

[jasper-pagan-witch]

Hi Jasper 🌷🌷 (i read your guidelines ofc ) Since im at a weird stage of my life - kinda lost and with no vision of my future since everything is uncertain- in almost every are of my life - i would like to know what can i expect in the upcoming months (anything that you pick up ) about the decks - choose what you feel like it I appreciate it in advance and thank you ✨🤍 AC 🌸🌺🌷

Hello AC. First, thank you SO MUCH for reading my guidelines! I used the Silver Witchcraft Tarot for this.

Blah blah, standard disclaimer that tarot reads the future as it is now, things change with everything you do, blah blah.

Question: What can AC expect in the upcoming months?

Answer: 8 of Cups upright

In this deck, the keywords for the 8 of Cups are reflection, retreat, quest, journey, search, discontent, dissatisfaction, unhappiness, and mission.

Eights are about progress and priorities. When you see an eight, it's a sign to move forward in a controlled, structured way. They ask you to look at the steps that need to be taken. They indicate capability, success, recognition, accomplishment, and attainment. Cups are about the heart, emotions, love, relationships, interpersonal receptivity, intimacy, commitment, connection, shared resources, compassion, empathy, sensitivity, memory, and feeling-based experiences.

Looking at all of this together, it seems to me that you’re going to do some soul-searching in regards to personal relationships (friendships, familial relationships, romance, booty calls, whatever that may be for you). There are steps forward from there that you’ll know when you see them, and deep in your heart, you’ll know which steps are the right ones.

Leave feedback as another ask or a reblog of this post and tell me what parts felt right, if anything felt off, stuff like that. If you want, please reblog my reading guidelines!

~Jasper

[dreamy--dolly]

and of course i gotta do this meme w/ galdred!

1. who is the most affectionate? mordred 2. most common argument? blah blah blah daddy issues 3. who apologizes first? galahad 4. favorite activity to do together? reading, ft. mordred peeking over galahad’s shoulder 5. who drives and who rides shotgun? galahad because. why. whY would you trust mordred with a moving vehicle please don’t 6. who is more likely to carry the other? mordred. he’s taller 7. nicknames? “gal” 8. who proposes? mordred 9. who sings along with the radio? galahad and its the cutest thing 10. who worries most? they’re both worrywarts 11. who always wants to take selfies with the other? galahad 12. who likes to playfully tease the other?  mordred 13. who has the weirdest taste in their music? as i said before mordred loves his kyary pamyu pamyu 14. who remembers what the other one orders at a restaurant? mordred 15. who tops? cold take but my galahad is a pillow princess aka a submissive bottom v content with mordred topping him and being on the receiving end in every way 16. who initiates kisses? galahad 17. who reaches for the the other’s hand first? mordred 18. who kisses hardest? mordred 19. who is most ticklish? galahad! 20. who brings an animal they found home? mordred: hey i found this crow his name’s thanatos can we keep him 21. who holds the umbrella for the other when it’s raining? mordred is taller but galahad kinda. awkwardly grabs hold of the handle  22. who tries to playfully embarrass the other in public?  mordred 23. who kills the scary bugs? both of them hate scary bugs, percival has to intervene and take them outside 24. who asks the weird questions at random in the middle of the night? mordred asks stuff like “how cold would you have to get your teeth to the point theyd shatter upon drinking a cup of hot coffee” 25. who hogs the blankets? galahad 26. who wakes up first? mordred but does he even sleep? 27. who wants to stay in bed just a bit longer? galahad 28. who always makes coffee for the other each morning? mordred 29. who cries during certain films or when reading sad books? both of them bawl their eyes out during that one scene in the godfather ii.  30. who gets scared during horror films? galahad, and like i said - mordred places bets on who dies. 31. who cuts the other’s hair? galahad mordreds hair is slowly turning into a rat’s nest 32. who says “i love you” first? mordred 33. who tells their friends/family about the relationship first? mordred 34. what do their friends/family think of the relationship? arthur is just happy mordred has someone who makes him happy 35. who is more likely to ask the other to dance with them? mordred

[bittysvalentines]

For: @aceinhyperspace

From:@17piesinseptember

♡ ♡ Happy Valentine’s! I hope you the most fantastic of days ♡ ♡

___

Kent laughs a belly laugh. “To be fair, you did hate me.”

“I did not,” Bitty refutes, cheeks turning red. Though that could be the wine.

Jack’s eyebrows lift but he doesn’t say anything.

“I didn’t!” Bitty repeats, then he gets a wicked glint in his eyes and says, “I just sometimes imagined you getting seriously injured and cut from your team.”

Kent launches himself at Bitty to faux-tackle him. Thankfully, Jack’s quick reflexes protect his laptop from crashing to the floor. He moves away from the couch they’re play-wrestling on and stands on the other side of the coffee table away from the flailing limbs.

“Yet even this rivalry had nothing on the years of ingrained tension between previous line mates, Parson and Zimmermann,” Jack continues reading the article.

Kent's face is pressed into Bitty's side but Jack catches the mumbled, “They probably wrote that because you never smiled at me during our face-offs.”

“You never smiled at me either, bud,” he tells Kent.

Kent digs his fingers into Bitty's side and is released. “Oh yeah?” He stands and straightens his t-shirt. “What do you call this.” Kent jumps over the coffee table to get up in Jack’s face and pull his face-off expression.

“It’s a smirk.” Jack tells him.

“Bitty?” Kent looks for support elsewhere.

“Sorry, hun.” Bitty fixes his hair on the couch. “I’m with Jack on this one.”

Kent pouts and spins the laptop around in Jack’s hand.

“The pair were first…Okay, blah, blah, blah, we know this part.” Kent scrolls down the article with a finger. “Blah, blah, blah—Oh. Here we go.”

Kent takes the laptop from Jack and clears his throat. “However, if the hockey fans of the world thought that theirs was the rivalry of this decade, they were in for a shock when the Falconers added Eric “Bitty” Bittle to their roster. Suddenly the apathetic dismissals of Zimmermann seemed genial. Put Bittle against Kent and the ice seemed warm.”

Jack laughs at that and Bitty groans. “Why is there always an ice related pun in these articles?” Bitty laments.

“I like them,” Jack says.

“That’s because your dad humour came in early,” Bitty tells him with perfect derision.

Kent laughs so hard that Jack takes the laptop back off him and sits down beside Bitty. Jack looks between the two of them, Bitty still despairing over the pun, and Kent wiping his eyes as he starts crying with laughter. It’s not the future Jack thought he’d have, not when he first met Kent, not when he first met Bitty, not four years ago when they were all finally in the league together. Reading the article reminds him how far they’ve come.

~FOUR YEARS AGO~

Jack pulls Bitty aside before the match. “You okay there, bud. You seem a little…wound-up.”

“I’m fine.” Jack watches Bitty’s hand clench tightly around his hockey stick.

“Okay.” Jack lets it go, even though he knows Bitty is lying. There isn’t time now to get into it. The Aces are waiting for them on the ice.

Jack takes an embarrassingly long time to figure it out, and in fact, he doesn’t even get there by himself.

Kent skates past him before second interval and hisses, “What’s the new guy got against me?”

Jack watches Bitty in the next play as he pulls a spinorama around Kent and whisks the puck away. It’s not skills, it’s showmanship. Like Bitty’s trying to embarrass Kent.

Jack spies Kent and swings past him, speaking quickly so it’s not obvious. “He knows about our history.”

Kent has to wait until the next pause in play to respond.

“I apologised for that,” Kent speaks angrily. “We both did.”

“I didn’t think I needed to let Bits know that.”

“Well, could ya?” Kent demands, starting to skate away. “He’s being a fucking menace to me.”

Jack doesn’t get a chance to say anything during the game. He makes sure Bitty doesn’t get picked for post-game interviews but by the time he himself has finished, Bitty’s gone from the locker-room. His stuff is still in his nook though, so Jack goes looking. He can’t be far, and Jack has a suspicion he knows which direction Bitty would have gone in.

The two blond heads are easy to spot, and their voices carry in the empty corridor.

“You tweeted me?” Jack can easily picture the ice in Bitty's eyes at that tone.

Kent shrugs and Jack can see Bitty’s hackles rise. “Knew you’d see it. I’ve got something to say to you.”

Jack starts to jog, heart pounding.

Bitty lifts his chin. “Why should I bother hearing it? I’ve got a win to celebrate.”

“You should bother because you played almost as dirty as me out there.”

Eric rolls his eyes. “Hypocritical remarks. Great. I’m leaving.”

Kent reaches out to grab Eric but Jack reaches them in time and puts his body in the middle of them.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Bitty smiles brittlely. “We’re leaving.”

Jack looks from Bitty to Kent.

“Kent, you should say what it is you wanted to.” He doesn’t want this getting into Bitty’s head again at their next game.

Bitty’s jaw slackens. “You’re on his side? That’s the guy who can push you into an anxiety spiral in three sentences! Whose ego is so big that—"

“Woah. Hey, Bits,” Jack interrupts, seeing the curling of Kent’s fists. “We’ve talked about that. It’s in the past. We’ve both apologised to each other.”

Jack keeps his eyes on Bitty, watching his expression thaw ever so slightly.

“Right. Fine. Okay.” Bitty relents for the moment, though Jack knows they’ll be talking about it later. Bitty presses his lips together in a firm line and looks Kent up and down, unimpressed. “I still think you’re a dick,” he tells Kent before stalking back to the locker rooms.

“Back atcha,” Kent shouts to Bitty’s back.

~PRESENT DAY~

“I'm going to the kitchen,” Bitty announces, picking up the empty bottle of wine. “Does anyone want anything?”

Jack shakes his head. “I'm good, bud.”

“Is there more of your hazelnut ice cream?” Kent asks.

“Think so,” Bitty tells Kent. “I'll bring the tub if there is.”

“Love you,” Kent replies, stopping Bitty en route to the kitchen to give him a kiss.

“Love watching him leave,” Kent says to Jack, stealing Bitty's old spot on the couch. Jack agrees wholeheartedly but flicks Kent's ear anyway.

“Ouch,” Kent complains.

Jack smiles at Kent so he knows it's in jest when he says, “Why are you always so crass.”

“You bring it out in me. You're both too hot for my own good.” Kent licks an exaggerated line up Jack's neck so Jack pulls his hair in retaliation.

Bitty re-enters and avoids the ensuing tussle by sitting on the opposite armrest of the couch. “Well, at least I know you didn't read ahead without me,” he interrupts after a few moments.

He takes a scoop from the tub of ice cream in his lap and passes it to Jack.

“Any bets on what the closing paragraph is going to be?” Jack asks. It's a running game for them to predict the path of these articles.

Bitty hums. “I'm thinking something about trade rumours—reuniting the Parson Zimmermann dream team.”

“Good one. How much are we betting?” Jack asks, passing the tub across to Kent, who grabs at it eagerly.

“Ten dollars?”

“Mh. Ten tubs of this ice cream,” Kent says with his mouth full.

“Declined,” Bitty says. “Even if I give you my recipe and watch you cook, it’ll somehow turn out wrong.”

Kent pokes out an ice cream-covered tongue and Jack uses the distraction to steal the tub back.

“Winner gets to choose the theme for our Halloween party this year?” Jack suggests.

“Ooh. I like that one even better actually. I'm in.” Kent holds his spoon aloft. “I'm gonna go with…” He twirls the spoon as he thinks before landing it on Jack's shoulder. “I bet they talk about the Stanley Cup in a way that implies if one of our teams wins it'll prove LGBT-plus players are proficient.”

“Kinda specific,” Jack comments, tipping the tub so Kent can access it. “You’re sure you wanna go with that?”

“No, no. Let him make the weird and specific bet,” Bitty argues. “It's funnier that way. Plus they're actually right half the time.”

~THREE YEARS AGO~

Bitty, stretched out on the couch with phone in hand, laughs. It's the groan that follows it that gets Jack's attention.

“You good?”

Bitty groans again. “I'm annoyed. I was going through Kent's Instagram for his cat and it's hilarious.”

“And that's annoying to you?”

“No. Yes. Probably.” Bitty drops the phone onto his chest and digs his hands into his eyes. “Should it be?”

Jack shuts his book properly and sits on the coffee table so he’s up near Bitty's head.

“You're always number one in my book.”

Bitty drops his hands and smiles at Jack.

“I'm gonna follow him,” he declares.

“Uh…” is all Jack gets out before Bitty hits the follow button.

“And fuck it, his personal one too.”

Jack manages a full, “Are you sure?” this time at least. Bitty still trash talks Kent when they face each other. He doesn't think this will go well.

Jack's worry turns out to be unfounded.

“I really wish you'd bond over something that isn't my clothes,” Jack pleads, watching Kent and Bitty in stitches on the couch.

“But Jack. Jack. Look.” Bitty holds his phone up for Jack to see. His laughter shakes it so much it's tricky to even pick what outfit they're laughing over this time. “Your shoes.”

“Your shoes,” Kent repeats. “Bright yellow.”

“Yellow,” Bitty echoes, nodding sagely in the way only tipsy people can get away with. “And your t-shirt is huge.”

“So huge,” Kent gasps, wiping tears from his eyes. “I bet you twenty bucks Bitty and I could fit in it. Like together. At the same time.”

Jack doesn't think his clothes are that big. He laughs. “Deal. Twenty it is.”

Bitty and Kent share a look and then Jack's racing them down the corridor, trying to stop Bitty from showing Kent their closet.

Kent and Bitty strongarm him into giving them both twenty.

~PRESENT DAY~

“How long is this article, anyway?” Kent asks when Jack pauses between paragraphs.  “They aren’t even up to us coming out yet.”

“I was out before getting drafted,” Bitty points out, licking his spoon clean of the last of the ice cream.

Kent leans over the back of the couch from where he's been pacing and stretches a hand over Jack’s shoulder to reach for the laptop

Jack holds the laptop out away from Kent’s reach.

“Come on. I just wanna see.”

“I’ll lose my place.”

“I’ll find it for you again.”

“And then you’ll—"

“It’s 3000 words,” Bitty interrupts their argument. He holds up his phone at their twin looks. “I googled it.”

Jack scrolls down a little anyway, to appease Kent, then hands the laptop over his shoulder to him. He gets a quick kiss on the cheek for his troubles.

“On National Coming Out Day 2020, Bittle, Parse and Zimmermann came out on social media—”

“Already out,” Bitty repeats.

“—their announcements prompting several other current and retired players to join them over the following months. Though they say they were not together at the time, several months later the trio was spotted apartment hunting by fans, leading to speculation—later confirmed by the players themselves—that they were in a relationship. One year on and—”

Kent stops reading and scoffs. “This is bullshit.” He points a finger at the laptop. Bitty and Jack have to turn on the couch to see. “They didn’t even talk about the parade!”

“Look on the bright side,” Jack says, “at least they're not using that ‘we fell in love over FaceTime’ quote.”

“I stand by that,” Kent claims. Jack believes him, he just likes bringing it up.

“I remember when you said it,” Bitty says, holding his arm out over the back of the sofa to grab Kent's free hand. “I thought it was very sweet.”

“See, Bitty likes it.” Jack knows Kent's teasing from the easy smile on his face but he plays along.

“I didn't say it wasn't sweet,” Jack points out. ‘I just meant, it certainly wasn't the full story.”

“Well that one wasn't appropriate for mass media,” Kent replies.

“No!” Bitty says with overdone shock, hand pressed to his chest. “Spending a long weekend with us and bottling up your supposedly unrequited feelings only to confess those feelings over FaceTime the second you flew into McCarran, then hop on another plane straight back to us? That's not appropriate?”

“I meant more the stuff that happened after.”

Jack rolls his eyes. “Always so crass.”

“That wasn't crass, that was suggestive.”

“Pee-can, pe-cahn,” Jack replies.

Kent sticks his tongue out.

“We're glad you did it,” Bitty says, pulling on their still linked hands to kiss him.

Kent returns to the article, making his way slowly around the couch.

“They’ve put in that blurry phone pic again,” he sighs. “Why do people always use that one? We weren't even together yet.”

“Jack’s ass in those jeans,” Bitty says at the same time Jack says, “Bitty’s hand in your hair.”

Jack waits for the inevitable follow-up. He catches Bitty’s eyes and knows he’s doing the same.

Three, Bitty mouths.

Two, Jack mouths back, grinning.

One.

“But my eyes are shut!” Kent complains with his usual dramatic flair.

Jack and Bitty start laughing.

“What? Guys, what?” Kent asks sulkily.

Bitty gasps. “You say that every time.”

“Well my eyes are shut every time,” Kent replies, defensive.

“At least it’s not the picture from your birthday last year,” Jack points out.

Bitty shudders beside him. “Amen.”

~ONE YEAR AGO~

The flash from the camera is blinding.

“Take the flash off,” Jack shouts over the groans of people who’ve been half-blinded.

“Yeah, take it off.” The way Kent’s hands are snaking into the waistband of his pants makes it clear he’s not talking about the camera flash.

“Sorry!” Bitty says, adjusting the setting. “Okay, final one y’all.”

Bitty starts the self-timer then dashes to squeeze himself into the group. He jumps on Jack’s back and almost topples them both over by throwing an arm to wrap around Kent’s shoulders.

After the camera clicks, Bitty pulls them both by the hand over to the camera. He brings up the final photo and zooms in on the three of them.

“Dear lord.” Bitty flips the camera so they can see.

“Holy shit,” Jack exclaims.

Kent grabs the camera and zooms in even more, laughing. “I love this photo. This is the best birthday photo ever. I’m gonna print it and frame it and keep a copy in my wallet.”

“Isn’t it a litte, uh, N-S-F-W?” Jack can’t help but say.

Bitty groans. “Jack, please don’t tell me you just—”

He grins and confirms Bitty’s fears. “Not safe for wallet.”

Bitty headbuts Jack’s chest. The blond hairs tickle his skin and he’s pretty sure the body paint is going to rub off onto Bitty’s forehead. “No! That’s a fine. I’m calling it. Give me a kiss to make up for it. Right now.”

Jack happily obliges.

“You owe me one too,” Kent tells Jack, already leaning in for it. “Oh my god, that pun was bad.”

Kent laughs into Jack’s mouth as he kisses him, and Jack tries hard to shut him up with his tongue. It’s not that effective.

~PRESENT DAY~

“Oh. Is that it?” Kent sounds disappointed to have finished the article, for all his ribbing earlier. “No one guessed the ending then. Damn.”

Jack reaches over and closes the internet window before Kent hits the comments section. They’ve learnt to leave that be. It’s always the negative ones that stick with you.

Kent puts the laptop on the coffee table then twists on the couch so he can lean against the armrest and stretch his legs out over Jack’s lap.

“Not the best, not the worst,” Bitty remarks from Jack’s other side.

“There wasn’t anything new in it, at least,” Jack comments.

“Yeah, because we’re like the boring married people in the NHL now.” Kent manages to sound sad and relieved at once.

“Kenny, we’re neither of those things,” Jack says, rubbing a palm along Kent’s leg.

“Soon though,” Bitty says, smiling, stretching his left hand across to rest over Jack’s on Kent’s leg. The diamond flecks in the gold band catch the light. “I’m looking forward to a boring married life with you two.”

[coolest-girl-around]

RE: Status Update

Hey, Ally.

Sorry I haven’t gotten back to you in a while. Things have been rather hectic, and I literally haven’t been able to talk to you. It’s starting to wear off but we’ll have to stick to text for now. You better have been staying out of trouble! I know you think you’re immortal but we can’t take any chances with this shit.

Sorry. Anyway. I’ve been looking around town, chatting people up, the usual. Everyone’s still all weird around me. Like, I get it, weird outsider with her brothers sword, but I’m trying my best here! I hope you’ve had better luck. Here’s a rundown of what I’ve been up to;

Talked to Bill at the sheriff's office. Somethings weird about that guy. Like, he seems nice, but he just feels gross. Like physically gross, I feel like I need to take a shower after I talk with him. Which is weird because I think he’s a compulsive neat freak. Anyway we chatted for a while; they finally got some better handcuffs stocked which is nice. We had the standard back and forth, yknow the deal, blah blah stay out of trouble delinquent stuff. But they all just seem tired of us at this point. Bill told us that he appreciated the thought but that we were a ‘dark stain’ on the ‘fragile tapestry of this town’. Said some things about how if we weren’t careful then he would have to ‘clean up our mess’. Dudes got a complex, I swear. Super weird. Keep an eye on him, okay?

I managed to get a temp job over at that one jewelry place, with the old lady and the name that changed every week. It’s a nice gig, the old lady is actually super sweet. She’s going by Evelyn right now. Anyway, while cleaning up I found an old bracelet in the back. Super shiney. Obviously a mcguffin. Considered stealing it, but that would’ve been really rude to Evelyn. (Jane? Wait, no, she was Patricia at that point. Actually I hadn’t checked if she’s still Evelyn. Fuck.) Anyway, showed it to The Artist Formerly Known as Patricia and she got all excited. Apparently she lost the thing years ago. Said it’s name was ‘Novus’. Which is weird, because it was always Novus and never anything else. It went on display and that rich douche in that one McMansion bought it for his girlfriend. Probably not the last time we’ll see Novus, though. Also, Evelyn gave my brother’s sword some silver engravings! I can’t wait to show you, it’ll be so handy when dealing with those dogs in the park.

There is DEFINITELY something in the water. Like, all the water. Yknow how we keep bouncing between the lake, the aquarium, and the pool? Think it’s connected. I noticed it when I was taking a shower the other day; I heard the singing in the pipes. It was really faint, but it was there. Experimented for a while and I figured out that you can start hearing it with just about any source of water, as long as it’s flowing, and you drink a cup of saltwater. (Really gross, by the way.) I don’t know what the hell it is, but whatever it is, I probably can’t stab it with my brothers sword.

Found an old mcguffin; the glass eye. It was just kind of laying on the ground. I don’t know where it disappeared off to in the first place, but now it’s just… garbage. I mean, most mcguffins are useless garbage anyway, but this is one lost that sense of importance. If it wasn’t for that weird pupil I wouldn’t have recognized it. Did it get used, somehow? Did someone else break it first? I don’t know, but it’s kinda freaking me out.

Tried to kill the vampire up by the church. Turns out he wasn’t a vampire, just a weirdly youthful old dude who doesn’t like sunlight. The church bit probably should’ve given that away. He thought it was pretty funny actually. Nice guy, for a vampire. Do you think we should try holy water or garlic next? I’m thinking garlic mixed in holy water.

I saw my brother again last night. Woke up in the middle of the night. I couldn’t move. I saw him standing there, over my bed, staring at me. He hasn’t changed at all. I can still see the wall behind him through that gap in his skull. He ran a hand over my hair, and gently pulled the sword out from under my pillow, before turning to a dark shape I hadn’t noticed before, hiding in the corner. I didn’t see what happened next. I fell asleep, and when I woke up, my hair stunk and my brothers sword was in the living room.

Think that’s about everything. I’m gonna spend the weekend off. Wanna get dinner sometime? I think that one BBQ place is open again. Real ham, this time.

See you soon,

Sarah

[atinydroid]

Super Novae

Chapter 1

“It’s hot.”

“It’s always hot Que. Shut up about it.”

A girl groaned and flipped over onto her back in her bunk. Her legs were shoved up against the walls hoping they would be even one degree cooler than the air. Her, too long, shoulder length black hair stuck to her sweaty neck as she hung her head off the side of the bunk. “Maybe if I complain about it enough it’ll stop being so hot.” She squeezed her brown eyes as tight as she could as if it could keep the heat out.

The woman on the bunk below her growled as she kicked the bottom of Que’s bunk. “You complain about it every fucking day. If it hasn’t helped in the last year it ain’t gonna start now.”

“But Inya what about the power of suggestion and all that crap?” She knew pushing the other woman’s buttons was a bad idea but smart thinking was for not hot times.

Station 10 was a very large “common criminals” prison that was full of thieves, hackers, gang members, murderers of passion, that kind of thing. People who were criminals but like the lowest of the rung and not worth the specialized manpower. So of course whoever made the Station thought it would such a great idea to have it be orbiting a massive star. Which of course made the mostly metal station as hot as Miv87, which is an uninhabitable planet due to the fact that it’s completely desert and closer to its sun than Mercury.

She could hear Inya roll her eyes, “Use that bullshit to get the hell out of here then.” She mumbled, “Instead of annoying me to an early grave.”

Que kept her eyes closed, gently slapped her hands together twice and said “I wanna get out. I wanna get out. I wanna get out. I wanna ge--”

“4068! Get your shit you been bailed!”

Que jumped up from her weird overhang position and slammed her head into the ceiling, “Fuck!” she flipped over and slid off the bed, her hand pressed against her now throbbing forehead. “What did you say?” Inya had also crawled out of her bunk and now stood beside Que.

“You got 30 seconds 4068!” The Yevestian guard growled, clearly unaware of Que’s now massive headache.

“Holy shit kid, your bullshit actually worked!” Inya slapped Que on the back, harder than necessary, but it jump started her as she pulled her shirt back on and grabbed her toothbrush. “Who the hell would bail you out though?”

Que shrugged as she stepped up to the gate and waited for the guard to unlock it. “Stars if I know. But I’m sure as hell not staying in here.” She gave Inya a salute as the gate locked behind her. “See you on the outside.”

A cacophony of yells rang in her ears as she passed people by.“Hey! Who’s got the balls to bail your stupid ass out Que?” “You still owe me 80 bits!” “You better watch yourself Que or I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Ah the feeling of being missed.” She smiled as she either waved or flipped off her fellow prisoners as she was marched through the halls. She had made quite a few friends in her time on the inside. Well “friends” was a strong word. A lot of people knew her. And hated her but it’s their fault for being way too easy of marks.

“Shut up and keeping walking scum.” The Yvestian guard shoved her a little.

Que caught herself before she stumbled and looked back at the imposing alien woman, “My only regret was not getting closer with you, uh,” she squinted to read the name tag that looked either dirty or burned and Que was not about to figure out why, “Tel’eh.” She put on her most disarming smile.

“Why the hell would I want to be friends with a thief like you? So you can rob me blind?” She chuckled as she shoved Que again. “Lucky for you I’m not an idiot.”

Que shrugged and clasped her hands on top of her head, “Worth a shot.”

They finally got to the front desk, which sat behind unbreakable Viavial glass. It seemed that even Station 10 couldn’t be too cautious even with only “common criminals” being here. “Name.” The Earthen Indian woman behind the glass didn’t even look up from her holo-tablet.

“Que.” She said with a toothy grin.

“Full name.”

Que frowned. She hated giving out her full name to these people. “Nakayama Que.” She said as quietly as possible hoping no one but the desk lady heard her.

The Indian woman’s head jerked up from her tablet with a look of suspicion and shock. As if she couldn’t believe that man’s child could be in prison. She quickly typed out the name and frowned when Que assumed her name was confirmed correct.

The woman turned and grab of stuff that Que had on her when she had been arrested, sans most of her knives she’s assuming, and practically threw it at her through the window. “Thanks!” She smiled at the scowl the woman had on her face now. Well maybe it’s a good thing she didn’t make friends with the guards in here.

The front gate’s alarm sounded as it squeaked open. Que quickly stepped through as if she was afraid the guards were going to change their mind if she waited too long. She turned back to say “Wait, who bailed me--” but the gate shut on her face and the Yvestian turned to leave and the Earthen woman went back to looking at her tablet. “Ok then.” She said to herself and then turned back to the very small waiting room.

There was only one person sitting at one of the tables, a cup of coffee in one hand and his handheld holo in the other. Que stared at him trying to remember if she knew him from somewhere. The dirty blonde hair seemed kind of familiar but a lot of Earthens have blonde hair. The scar down the left side of his face should be memorable but she just kept drawing a blank.

“You’re not my court sanctioned therapist.” She said loudly as she walked across the room. He looked up at her with a bored but interested look.

“You have a therapist?” His smooth voice held a note of recognition with her but there was just not enough for her to go off of. She watched him practically jump out of his seat as she walked up to him and stand at the ready in a stance that was, unfortunately, all too familiar to her.

“Oh stars.” She rolled her eyes, “You’re a Federation officer aren’t you?” She dropped her stuff on the table with a heavy sigh.

He blinked his grey eyes in surprise as he looked down at his very obviously civilian clothes, “A Captain but... how did you know?”

“You stand just like my father and sister. Like a soldier who can’t think for themselves.” She rolled her eyes and started digging through the bag on the table. She pulled out her clothes from when she was arrested and laughed at the irony. Right, how could she forget that she had been caught robbing one of the UMF’s mother stations.

“Turn around would you?” She looked at the officer who just had a confused look. “I’m gonna change and as much as I don’t care if you see me naked I’m gonna assume that--” he quickly spun around, “yeah that’s what I figured.”

She changed out of the baggy, grey prison clothes and quickly pulled on the pitch black uniform. It was fitted, double buttoned and had a high collar. The trim and accents on it were gold and there were four neon blue stars on the left side of the chest. It seemed like they officers had left all the “legal” knives she had had on her person. She frowned at the lost of her Trifore blade and the Bovic knife, figures the Feds would take the two most expensive knives she had. She quickly slid each blade into its slot hidden on the inside of the jacket.

“You can turn around now.” She finished buttoning it up except for the top button leaving the collar open and shoved her hands in her pockets. She waited with an amused look as the Captain turned around and stared at her slack-jawed.

He lunged forward and grabbed her collar, oh, she noticed he had a high-grade prosthetic as he hissed in her ear, “Why the hell do you have a Major’s uniform?” His teeth bared at her and she got a good look at the scar on the side of his face. It looked like it had come from something jagged.

She pulled his hand off her jacket with a smile, “I borrowed it from someone. I’m sure she didn’t even notice it was missing.” She faked smoothing out the front of the jacket as if she actually cared about it.

The officer chewed on his lip as he stared at the jacket and mumbled to himself, “Do I really want to die?” He looked like he was either going to throw up or had to go to the bathroom real bad. Finally, after a moment of him having an internal argument he looked at her with determination on his face, “Fuck it. Let’s go.”

“I love that you think I’m just going to go with nameless UMF officer,” he opened his mouth, “Captain sorry.” She waved her hand at the useless correction. “Point still stands.”

He sputters as he waves his hands about, “B-but I bailed you out!”

“That sounds like a personal problem my dude.” She threw a finger gun at him and moved to walk passed him.

He grabbed her arm and squeezed. Apparently both of his arms were prosthetics which was very interesting but not interesting enough for her to enjoy him grabbing her. She twisted her arm in close to her body and then flipped him around so his back was to her and she had her and his arm around his neck. “Don’t do that. I’d hate to go right back to jail for something so boring as this.”

He held his one free hand up in surrender, “You do realize you’re threatening a Federation Captain and that’s--”

“A galactic offense in all-blah blah blah, yeah I know the fucking drill.” She tightens her arm around him and he stiffens but keeps his hand where it is even though his prosthetics definitely had the strength to rip her off of him. “I’ll let you go as soon as you say you won’t grab me like that again.”

He nods stiffly and wheezes out, “I promise.”

She lets go of him and instantly the two of them jump back from each other. Him holding his hands up and her straightening out her uniform once again looking like she hadn’t just committed a highly-arrestable offense in the lobby of the jail she literally just left. “Glad we got that out of the way now, thanks again for bailing me out dude. I really do super appreciate it.” She gave him a side smirk, “But now I got a date with someone’s star cruiser that I’m going to borrow with the full intention of returning.” she ended with a wink.

He frowned and moved to stand in her way, “First of all I know you won’t return it so that’s stealing.” Que shrugged, “Second of all I have a job for you.”

Que’s interested peaked from absolute 0 to 50 instantly at those words. She stared at him for another moment contemplating, “You’re not high enough on the food chain to be able to hire someone like me, but you’re no low enough to do something underhanded. So who is actually hiring me for this job? And why is the UMF even hiring a thief?” She pursed her lips and gripped her chin.

He frowned, “Has anyone ever told you you’re an asshole?”

“No I’ve gone my whole career with everyone telling me I’m the light of their life. Answer the question nameless one.”

“Kalek.” He growled, “My name is Kalek.”

She waved her hand at him with a scrunched look on her face, “Don’t get mad at me cause you didn’t introduce yourself. Now tell me who is actually hiring me for this job.”

Kalek titled his head as if he was surprised by something she had said but quirked his eyebrows slightly then shook his head replacing the surprise with a neutral expression. “Your sister.”

hope you liked it! i put it under the cut cause i hate when people don’t do that for a long post. lmk what u think. or don’t! 

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[21st-century-daydreamer]

Bleed

Hey, guys...This is the first fic that I’ve written I’m so sorry if it sucks...hehehe. btw my request is open if you have any fic request for marvel... request 

I write fluff,smut, basically everything....

Word count: 1,807

“I don’t know Tony, I just don’t get it... what’s his problem really? Does he really hate me that bad? What did I even do?” I said while sitting on one of Tony’s table in his lab. He’s working on some updates for his suit on his holographic table, putting in some formulas and muttering words that I don’t understand.

“Lighten up sweet cheeks, Capcicle’s probably just having a life crisis right now. He’s like 100ish you know? Or maybe he’s just not getting enough of “it”. He said while making quotation mark gestures with his hand. “My best guess is that 100-year old virgin is just sexually frustrated.”

“He is definitely not a virgin, I mean... look at him. Yes, he can be annoying sometimes like...” I stood up, put my hand on my hips trying to imitate him. “Y/n do this. Y/n DON’T BE RECKLESS. Y/n YOU ARE NOT GOING. Y/n blah blah blah blah blah... it’s annoying but it’s kinda turning me on for some reason when he goes all cap like that.” I looked over at Tony and he’s rolling his eyes. Typical.

“And those bulging muscles and like those uniform, UH the stealth suit. I mean damn...” I sighed closing my eyes picturing Steve in that stealth uniform.

“Don’t drool on my lab. I’m warning you,” he said. Tony is surprisingly quiet during this whole conversation and it is very uncharacteristic for him to do.

“Shush Tony, and that ass though... That is America’s ass right there.”

“Y/n I’m kind of worried that you are having an episode of some kind. You walked in here ranting about how much you hate him and a couple seconds later you are drooling and daydreaming about his ass. Do you hate him or bang him? it’s really confusing. Don’t get me wrong, hate sex is awesome and all that bu- or maybe you are the one who’s actually sexually frustrated. When was the last time you get some?” and with that comment, I found a small piece of random metal and threw it at his head which he deflected. “TONY NO! My sexual life doesn’t have any effect what so ever in this conversation.”

“Hey! Don’t destroy anything in my lab!” he said rolling his eyes while picking up the metal that I threw. “Maybe you should just talk to him? Tell him about how you feel, cause that old grandpa still doesn’t know how to read a woman.”

“NO! Are you insane? Every time I walked up to him to talk about something that isn’t regarding work, he just walked away. And you know what frustrated me, even more, is that when we are in the same room he glances at me like he wanna say something, but when I caught him he just looked away.”

Tony was silent for a moment and said: “ You can do it right now?”

“Right now?” I asked.

Tony looked up and meet my eyes. “Yeah... He is standing right there, and he looks like he’s kinda stuck...Steve wait for a moment I’m gonna buzz you in.” I turned around, petrified. He was standing between the lab doors and the door to the hallway. A small space that Tony created to contain anything inside the lab in case something happens. He stood there holding a file that I guess was about the mission tomorrow with an unreadable expression on his face. As soon as Tony opens the door he just walked toward the hallway without even saying a word. 

I looked over at Tony while getting off the table “ Thanks a lot, Tones” and ran after him. While I was running a thought made me stopped dead in my track. If I found him and had a chance to talk about what just happened, what am I even gonna say? Am I ready for that super awkward and embarrassing conversation? will I be able to accept the fact that I just ruined the relationship between me and Steve? I decided to just ignore this and retreat straight back to my room and get some rest before the mission tomorrow.

*the next day*

I woke up around 7 am which gives me 3 hours before the team and I leave for the mission. We are going to a small town in Russia where a HYDRA lab has been detected. From what we heard and know the lab has got its hand on some Chitauri technology.

I walked to the kitchen to get some breakfast and saw Steve, Bucky, and Thor already munching on their breakfast. Thor was the first one to notice me walking inside the kitchen. “Good Morning Lady Y/n.” Steve’s head spun around at the sound of my name. “Morning guys.” I tried to be cool and act like nothing happen. I make myself a cup of coffee and put a toast in the toaster. “So... you guys all set for the mission?” I asked while taking a sip of my coffee. “Yeah, I guess,” Bucky replied. Steve acted like I wasn’t even there. I moved over to sit next to Thor. “Y/n that stool is broken, don’t sit on it,” Bucky warned me. I groaned. I’m not sitting next to Steve like no. ABSOLUTELY NO. And I’m also too lazy to walk over to the other side, “Thor scoot over your chair a little.” Thor looked at me and did as I ask him to do. I placed my breakfast on the table and sat on his lap. Thor and I are pretty close like he’s actually my best friend so this type of stuff is normal between us. 

Steve for the first time spoke up. “Are you gu- Are you two-fondueing?” he asked with his eyes still glued to his plate. 

“Ohh, pal...” Bucky chuckled.  

I decided to ignore his question and keep eating my breakfast, while Thor was to busy playing and doing weird shit to my hair. “You know lady Y/n some of the women in Asgard braid their hair this way,” he said while doing braids on my hair. “Do you think my hair would look good with it?” I asked him, clearly trying to get a reaction out of Steve. “You will look good in anything, even bald.” Steve suddenly stood up and left. “What’s up with grumpy grandpa?”

“You know what doll,” Bucky said.

While I was getting ready for the mission I ran into Steve. “Steve lo-” he cuts me off. “ I can’t talk right now Y/n we’re leaving in 30 minutes.” he continues doing stuff and trying to find little random things. “STEVE!” I stood in front of him blocking his way. “About the thing the other day. I just wanna say that I don’t hate you or anything an-”

“You know what, Tony was right. You are confusing. Yesterday you say all those things about me and this morning you did that with Thor. I don’t get you.” Steve said. 

“Well, I’m not the one who acts like the other person is not in the room. You’ve been avoiding me always and all this time you acted like you hate me. And NOW YOU ARE MAD BECAUSE WHAT I DID? JUST SO YOU KNOW ME AND THOR ARE BEST FRIEND AND NOTHING IS GOING ON BETWEEN US.” I said and stormed out of the room.

The ride in the quinjet was awkward, to say the least. Steve sat on the farthest opposite side of where I was sitting. Natasha was talking to Bruce about the Lullaby and Thor well... Thor was asleep. Bucky was talking to Clint about a show that they both just discovered. Tony was doing something on his tablet. “Y/n you better not lose it again this time,” Tony said referring to the last mission where I lost control of my powers and cause a massive power outage because my power accidentally crushed one of the city power plants. “I know Tones,” I replied shortly. 

When the plane landed, Steve tried to talk to me. “Y/n I-”

“Can’t talk now Steve, I’m busy.”

The fight was intense. Little did we know someone tipped them off that we are coming. After what felt like 30 minutes of consistent fights I heard Tony’s voice through the com. ”I’m in!” followed by cap’s voice. “Tony and Nat focus on taking and destroying whatever tech they have. The rest of us fight out here, keep them out of the facility.” I was fighting side by side Thor when I saw a huge tank coming towards him. I used my powers to crushed the tank and it exploded.

After Tony and Nat blew the lab we can finally breathe. I was finally able to relax for a bit. 

But no one saw what happened a couple seconds later coming, a sound of a gunshot rang behind me and I felt pain on my stomach, it was a blur after that. I heard Thor screaming and electrocuting something behind me, and I fell to the snow. In seconds Thor was crouching next to me.

“We need to go Lady Y/N is hit.” He carried me and spin Mjolnir sending us flying towards the quinjet. Everyone was already there. Everything was blurry and I can only hear muffled panic voices. “Stay awake for me doll, please.” I can feel someone holding my hand and after that, I fell into the void of darkness.

Steve was sitting outside of the operating room, his suit still stained with blood. “Buck, I can’t lose her. I’m an idiot.” Bucky stood next to him silently. “I was so scared Buck, I feel like I’m the reason for all this. The reasons she’s bleeding to death in my arms while I carry her. Maybe she was distracted because of our problems. I can’t accept it if the last thing I did with her was fight Buck, I can’t.” Bucky puts a hand on his shoulder. “She’s strong, she’ll pull through Steve. Words of advice though, when she wakes up tell her straight away.”

*5 days later*

The first thing I saw when I woke up was a blinding white light, “damn am I dead?” I thought to myself. And then I heard a familiar voice, “Hey, doll. How are you feeling?” I turned to my left and saw Steve staring at me. “Hey...” I replied. “How long was I out for?” I asked him. I remember vaguely of what happened. I remember being shot and Thor carrying me to the quinjet. “5 days, you got shot in the abdomen sweetheart,” he said. “I was so worried. I thought I lost you.” 

“it takes more than a shot to the abdomen to get rid of me cap.” I smiled at him.

“Listen Y/n I’m so Sorry I couldn’t say this earlier. I care about you. I’m sorry that I’ve been hard on you... I did that to avoid any of this from happening. I’m sorry I ran out of the lab. I was just in shock. I’m sorry.” he’s holding my hand and his eyes are watery. 

He moved closer to me, leaned in closing the gap between us. I brace myself for the kiss that I’ve been waiting for soo long. His lips were grazing over mine and I closed my eyes when “Code Blue. She’s flatlining. Rogers that’s not how you give CPR.” I heard Tony’s voice and groan. Steve retreat back to his original position which is on the chair. The whole team walked in and asked me how I was while Bruce is checking my vitals.

“Well Y/n you need a little more rest, I can discharge you from the med wing and you can go back to your room. But no mission for a month alright? No hard physical ability, well you can be the guy in the chair.” He looked at me and smiled. 

“Thank you, Bruce.” The team stayed in the room for probably about ten minutes asking me how I am and telling me stories of what had happened the last 5 days I was out until Steve subtly asking them to leave us alone.

“Guys, I think Y/n needs some rest.” He said.

“Right, guys we should go. What he meant was Y/n and he needs some time alone to finish the kiss they were about to have and maybe some...” Tony made a thrusting motion.

“Tony I just got shot.” I chuckled. When the rest of the team finally cleared the room Steve immediately hovered on top of me and gave me a kiss I’ve been dying to have. His lips were a little chapped but still soft, our lips moved together in sync until we heard cheering from outside the room. “Cap you are needed in the meeting room.” I heard Tony called out. “Give me a minute.” We laughed and continued kissing each other until we heard Tony. Again. “CAP!”

“Alright...Alright...” Steve sighed. “I’m gonna be back.” he gave me one last peck. And walked towards the door. 

“That is America’s ass...” I sighed earning a chuckle from Steve.